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Chapter 21: Closure by WickedDiSaster

Images of Draco’s latest missions and meetings invaded her mind. Draco casting a burning curse to a house with a muggle family inside; images of Draco torturing people; the cold look in his eyes as he dragged a young girl to his tent, her screams and pleas of “No!” echoing in her mind; a voice chuckling around, “He doesn’t even bring their corpses out anymore, merely vanishes them...”

Hermione was painfully thrown out of the memories as the object of her Legillimens received a punch to the face that knocked him down only to have his attacker lift him by the collar next. The Death Eater snickered at Draco’s display, whispering tauntingly, “It’s too late, Malfoy, she already knows.”

“Is it? Let’s see how you explain it to the Dark Lord then!” Draco pointed his wand at his collar, making him disappear on the spot.

The unwinding fury that was Draco Malfoy dissipated the second the Death Eater disappeared; he remained rooted to the spot, unable to look at her. Then, as if just taking in their surroundings, he took her wrist and Apparated them both to their chambers. He meticulously checked every part of her to see if she was alright, still unable to meet her eyes.

Barely above a whisper, with eyes glistening with unshed tears, Hermione told him she was okay, letting herself fall into the seat next to her as she stared at her empty hands lying on her lap.

He retreated with awkward steps that made him hit the wall, his back sliding to the ground, and it was the sound of his body dropping to the floor that made her look up. The image of his defeated posture broke her, his empty stare at the floor, his recoiled knees holding his elbows; the sight was enough to crack her already mangled heart.

Her own words echoed in her mind, “It’s not the first time they’ll try to tear us apart, it’s up to us not to let them.” She walked to him, kneeling in front to touch him. He gave her a small smirk, tarnished by the sombre look on his eyes.

“You didn’t rape them, did you, Draco?”

He shook his head almost unnoticeably. “I sent them to the Order,” he murmured, “Most of them didn’t make it though.”

“You tried,” she whispered in his ear as she hugged him tight.

“It wasn’t enough. Nothing will ever be enough.”

“I’m sorry, Draco, I’m so sorry,” she cried.

“Why didn’t you just let me die, Granger?” she heard him whisper.

She kissed the skin of his neck, “Because you didn’t let me die, Draco.”

“Still think it’s worth it?”

“Always,” she whispered, kissing his temple and pulling him onto the bed. She spent all night trying to kiss all his pain away.

*

Draco stopped purging the memories of what he did after that, he wanted Dumbledore to see every bloody detail, he wanted him to see what he’d become, what they’d made of him. So he suspected Lucius had started to take care of that, making sure his shattered son sent only what was required to the Order.

It didn’t surprise him that his father knew the truth of his infiltration to the Dark side. After witnessing how overprotective he could be of him, Draco knew he was grateful of Dumbledore’s decision and helped him and Draco to the best of his abilities. He knew his son’s safety depended on it. Lucius was of great support to Draco and the Order, he delivered valuable information to them and helped Draco cope with everything that meant to be a Death Eater and a spy to boot.

Even then, nor Hermione or Draco told his parents of the twins.

*

The Death Eaters commended Draco for managing to keep her trust, and convince the Dark Lord’s Weapon that it was all a ruse made up by a delirious Death Eater; who by then had been tortured to death in front of the rest to set an example. The advances towards Hermione stopped with said demonstration, and although this brought immense relief to the witch, it marked the beginning of life as watching a dreadful train crash running in slow motion.

Until one day, Ciara McLead interrupted said train wreck by making an appearance at one of the parties they assisted.

Draco was beyond himself with worry. He already dealt with his guilt for what he did to her; he didn’t want her to become a casualty from the war. His conscience was too heavy as it was. He was afraid that her infatuation with him would drag her into the wrong side of the war, and he didn’t want her to become part of all the Death Eater wannabes. He hoped all of them rotted in jail, and he didn’t want her to end like them.

What was worse was that he knew that Ciara had never really cared about any of the Puroblood bigotries, and such an attitude among this party was treacherous. He didn’t want her confused with a Blood Traitor.

He managed to drag her aside into a secluded study away from the party and demanded to know what she was doing, she’d been more than happy to see him and told him that a friend invited her, adding that she didn’t know he frequented these parties, which just by the tone of it made Draco think that she did.

He asked her if she knew what kind of people assisted to these meetings, and she reluctantly told him that she did but wasn’t too much into it. He was glad, but didn’t let her know that. Instead, he told her that she shouldn’t be here in the first place if she didn’t want to attract the wrong kind of attention to herself, letting her know that just coming here was dangerous for her.

She pointed out that he was here, and he exasperatedly told her that it wasn’t dangerous for him; he had been all for the bigotry since they were in nappies, and she annoyingly told him that then she could fake it. He groaned inwardly but was unable to say more because in that moment they were interrupted.

*

Hermione hadn’t had a reason to be jealous of Ciara for a long time, she wasn’t just the mother of Draco’s children, she was certain that he wouldn’t cheat on her if Ciara casted the Imperius on him. What was more, she understood the concern in Draco the moment they saw her in the ballroom.

The problem was that in his hastiness to speak with her, Draco earned himself a few witnesses seeing them enter the room by themselves, and despite Hermione tried to make his retreat as inconspicuous as possible; rumours started running among the guests. Hermione, being a rather popular character among them, soon met a few witches too happy to fake concern as they advised her to find Draco right away.

When Hermione tried to ignore them, they blatantly told her the despicable rumours running rampant in the party, and volunteered to accompany her and offer their moral support in her time of need. Hermione was sure they just wanted to witness first-handed the scandal they were expecting to see, but thought it would be better to drag them along and show them Draco wasn’t ravishing another witch in the study room of the house.

The witches made a show of inconspicuously directing her to the room, and were quite disappointed when what they saw as they entered the room was a rather frustrated Draco having an argument with the witch in front.

Hermione’s smirk of ‘I told you so,’ died too soon with the uneasiness the magic of her curse brought her whenever she was around Harry. She had learned to control it a long time ago but she couldn’t understand what brought the sudden change in her magic. She even enhanced her senses looking around the room, expecting to feel her friend hiding behind the curtains, but Harry wasn’t there.

Only so many heartbeats echoing around the room, one closer to Draco, was beating furiously against her chest. She looked up at Ciara, and found such hatred in her eyes; she fought the urge to retreat a few steps. Instead, she tried to cover up her astonishment telling Draco she’d been looking for him, secretly pointing to the witches behind her with her eyes, and offering an apologetic smile.

Draco sighed and made a show of embracing her and inviting her and the other witches inside to introduce the love of his life to an old acquaintance of his. If possible the look of hatred in Ciara’s eyes increased. Hermione felt a pang in her chest when she looked at her, she felt bad for the girl; it was only Hermione’s luck that her love for Draco was requited. She couldn’t even imagine how painful it would have been if it wasn’t. Her heart went out to Ciara. She warmly hugged her when Draco introduced her, astonishing the girl, who tensed in her arms. She then dragged the witches out of the room telling Draco to take as long as he needed to catch up with his friend while she headed into the party to entertain with her new ones.

The uneasiness of her magic slowly tuned down as she retreated, and Hermione smiled at Ciara as she said goodbye.

*

Draco didn’t miss the change in Ciara when Hermione showed up, he was more than grateful to his fiancé for acting the way she did, but he was very frustrated with the witch in front of him, whatever fancy she’d taken to him needed to be over.

He couldn’t let her act so irresponsibly longer. Tired of their charade, he decided to take a direct approach, and asked her what it was that she saw in him worth caring for. The beaming look on her face she gave as answer made him emit one long howl of frustration.

The conversation took more than what he could afford to be in the room with her, and he ended up giving into inviting her to the manor as long as she didn’t show at these parties anymore. She happily accepted and Draco gloomily returned to the party, where Hermione welcomed him with a comforting smile.

She was glad to have him back, however unsuccessful he felt at the moment. She’d thought him delusional for thinking he could make someone fall out of love with him in one night but refrained from telling him so at the moment.

She’d had enough with having to explain the witches how Draco was probably just arguing about politics or whatnot as he was so prone to do. The witches didn’t doubt her reasoning, and Hermione wondered if perhaps in previous events Draco had been as passionate about these discussions with these people. She hadn’t seen that side of him in such a long time...

*

The frequent visits from Ciara to the manor filled the next few weeks, where Hermione welcomed her in the same amenable manner. Their conversations left Draco frustrated all the time, but Hermione never stopped offering him her comfort.

One of these days she accidentally interrupted one of their meetings with a message from Narcissa, and overheard her absurd fiancé asking Ciara rather exasperatedly, how could she love a heartless, selfish, idiot, like him? The statement came out with such deliberate honesty; she found it hard not to laugh at him.

She walked close to him, gave him the message, and ruffled his hair like the cute stubborn child he portrayed. She proceeded to tell him to just give up and enjoy his friend’s visits in a more decent manner.

Ciara had been stunned for a moment but then laughed at him along with her. Realising how aware Hermione was of the situation, Ciara frankly asked her, how had the Muggleborn Gryffindor Princess ended up with the heartless, selfish, idiot sitting next to her, making Hermione repeat her merrily laugh and heave a sigh at the memory of it all. She told her she would let Draco tell her about it leaving them alone.

Draco glared at her retreating form, and she laughed some more.

That night, Hermione enlightened him about how someone could fall in love with a heartless, selfish and obnoxious idiot like him, and how impossible a task it was to fall out of love with him.

After a while Ciara’s visits stopped.
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