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Moonlight Sonata	By : TerraBloodstar Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco stood silently in the doorway of his � their, he corrected himself silently, still trying to get used to the new living arrangements � room, unable to look away from the woman who was sitting on the floor, obviously having only recently finished crying every drop of tears her body could produce in a week. It was breaking him to look at her.
Only a few minutes ago, she'd been glowing, the dress she wore emphasizing the moment of exquisite beauty and joy that was their wedding. Now, in the darkness of their room, she could have been a ghost. He shuddered at that macabre thought, thinking of how quickly she almost had been.
�...I still can't believe Pansy dove under my skirts.� Hermione whispered, glancing over her shoulder to him. It shocked him to see more tears sliding down her cheeks now, but there was a strange little smile on her face. She was trying to ease the pain of the attack by resorting to humor.
Bloody Gryffindor.
�I heard that, you know.� He jumped, realizing he had muttered the phrase aloud, but he noticed she was still smiling faintly. �...I'm sorry...I ran like that.�
�I understand.� He murmured, watching as she got to her feet and carefully shook the wrinkles out of her skirts, before moving to the mirror and wiping away the signs of her tears � and reapplying the make-up that had been so painstakingly applied earlier that day with an equal amount of care. Her hair was still a mess, and he moved forward to carefully coax it back to the strange waterfall it had been before the attack, rearranging the flowers within it with care. �...I suppose you didn't need me to come tell you our more important guests are still here...enjoying the reception.�
�No...but thank you for coming.� She gave him a weak smile, before sighing. �It would have taken me longer to recover if you hadn't come to check on me.�
�Did you want more time, Hermione? We don't have to go down now.� He looked startled as her eyes narrowed in a fierce glare, directed on the reflection of his eyes in her mirror.
�I will not let those bastards take this day away from me. No one was hurt but them, and I will celebrate our wedding. They are not going to ruin our happiness.� The ferocity in her voice had him reeling, and as she turned around as though to further berate him, he did the only thing he could think of to stop the impending scolding.
He kissed her.
After a few blinks, her tension faded, and she reached up to touch his cheek with her hand, her eyes sliding closed. When he finally stepped away, she let out a sigh that made him shiver � and mentally kick himself in the face. He would not detain her longer from the reception.
In fact, if he tried to detain her at all, he knew they'd never get to the reception. In the time it took him to think this, she had recovered, and was opening their bedroom door, ready to march down to the reception like some kind of bloody warrior queen.
Gods he loved that about her.
Rather than stand there and let her charge into battle, he joined her, taking her arm and placing it in his so that he could reign in the charge and bring it down to the level of a calm walk. She completely obliterated his thought process by taking a breath and giving him a brilliant smile of happiness � he couldn't help but smile back, of course.
He was completely besotted, and they both knew it. It would have bothered him, but he knew she was in just as bad a way. When they reached the gardens, he blinked at the strange feel as he passed through the wards. Eriko was looking sheepish as she leaned against her husband, his arm wrapped around her � she was obviously still weak from the blow and dropping the Death Eaters' wards. The thought made him realize how the wards felt strange. They were infinitely more powerful, and much more ancient in feel � and as he tried to put his finger on why that was, he found that they were shifting every ten minutes or so. Every time they shifted, a couple took to the dance floor.
�By the gods...� Hermione breathed. �...they're passing the wards to each other...�
�They're...what?� Draco had no notion it was even possible, but as he watched his parents take the dance floor, the feel of the wards shifted slightly, and he gasped. �...that can't be possible!�
�It is...one person is still the base of them, but to keep the wards from dropping, they're passing the brunt of the responsibility to another person or pair...� Hermione was in complete awe, and Eriko, noticing the look on her face, seemed to recover enough to look as pleased as a cat who got the cream. �Eriko...I didn't know you could even do this! How can they?�
�It took a bit of work...but it helps that I've spent so much time with the ones who are helping.� For a moment, she looked horribly ashamed, sighing as she glanced to them both. �...Grandfather reminded me of it, to be honest...then scolded me and ordered my return to the compound for at least two months. He seems to be of the opinion that these British have weakened me.�
�He's probably right.� Hermione laughed at Draco's beginning growl. �...Actually, we might be joining you...I was thinking it might be a good honey-�
�No.� It took all her will not to jump in Draco's arms with a loud scream at the sudden voice from behind her. Mamoru could always sneak up and scare the living daylights out of her like that. �After, perhaps. But no. Not on your honeymoon. I understand the custom, and it is a brilliant idea for the newly married to get away from everyone and everything that is common.�
�But-�
�No buts.� With that, he nodded sagely, and moved away to disappear in the crowd almost instantly.
�You two should be dancing.� Eriko told them � after effectively shooing them, she turned back to her still hovering husband and scowled. �...and you need to stop mothering me before I gut you like a fish.�
�You love me too much.� George grinned, only to have it fade as she continued glowering, coughing a few times. �...can we go with �clinging to� instead of �mothering� perhaps? The reason being that I adore you and can't spend a minute away from you?�
�...It'd better be done with by tonight.� She huffed, turning away with her nose in the air as he wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head. Though he looked openly content, there was a sneakily pleased look on his wife's face that he could not see. Akiko snorted at the sight of it as her husband whirled her across the dance floor.
�What is it, dear?� Fred questioned. As she tilted her head to her sister, he chuckled under his breath, careful to quickly glance away lest his sister-in-law realize he saw her weak moment and decide to kill him to keep him quiet. �She really thinks she's unreadable, doesn't she?�
�She is...for everyone but her family. And, apparently, George.�
�Hey, I'd let the book stay closed too, if you were threatening to remove my bollocks in a horribly grotesque fashion.�
Only after a few hours of dancing did Narcissa and Lucius gesture for everyone to leave the floor. Once there was space, the two conjured up numerous dining tables, one larger than the rest. It was large enough for the bridal party, family, and close friends. To everyone's shock, Hermione and Draco did not choose to sit right beside each other, instead each sitting at a different half of the table, and doing their best to keep their companions entertained.
By the end of the night, Hermione explained to her friends, who were sitting nearest her, with the exception of Pansy on her left, why there really hadn't been much of a freak out when the girl had dove to get her wand.
�You see, when you guys weren't here planning the wedding, Pansy was here keeping me company. She felt like I might be feeling overwhelmed by it all, and being one of Draco's best friends, she felt it was her duty to help his future wife.�
�And...I will admit that we became friends along the way.� Pansy informed them, smirking over at Hermione, who grinned in return. �Though we weren't sure you lot would be able to handle that, which is why I kept my distance at the party last night.�
�...why is it that any time something new happens in your life, you don't tell us until later?� Ron grumbled, glowering over at Hermione from across the table.
�Perhaps because any time some new development arises that changes your flawed perception of the world, you tend to mimic a supernova.� Eriko suggested calmly, before taking another bite of her dinner. The others were shocked when Ron just blinked a moment, even at the obvious insult, and said nothing.
�Besides, it was too hectic for many heart to hearts, when you were trying to cope with everything else and helping with the wedding.� Hermione told the others, smiling gently. The conversation eased from there, though there were a great many laughs as the others couldn't help but mention the look on Hermione's face and the sound of her voice when Pansy had forsaken all social niceties and simply dove under her skirts.
In time, the dinner had finished, and the guests who had remained � mostly reporters and important personas eager to be seen with the couple � were beginning to drift out. Hermione and Draco stood by the apparation point, allowing for farewells and congratulations from those leaving. In time, a very crumpled figure managed to bring itself before them, though even crumpled it was a large figure.
�...I am so sorry...� The voice was a whisper, and though their friends tensed from not far away, Hermione soon broke the tension by stepping forward and putting her hands on Goyle's shoulders. Thanks to his position on the floor, and Hermione's insistance that the Aurors leave immediately, he had been overlooked, and had stayed through the reception. �...there is nothing I can say or do-�
�...you did nothing wrong.� Hermione's voice was quite clear, and he looked to her blinking in shock, only to find she had stepped forward, and put her hands on his cheeks as though he were a child. In some ways, Goyle was no more than that, and Draco was shocked to realize she understood this. �Goyle, you were under a curse...Harry told the Aurors that before they left. I know you would never do anything to hurt Draco...you've spent all your life protecting him, haven't you?�
�Yeah...�
�So why would we ever think you would change that now? You're his bodyguard, Goyle...� Hermione told the man softly, a smile on her lips, though there was a glitter in her eyes that suggested she was fighting tears. �We know you would never harm him. And I know I can trust you with my life as well. Do you hear me, Goyle? This was not your fault.�
�...but...�
�Goyle, you should go home and get some rest. ...I trust you.� She told him, moving to hug him, before stepping back to Draco's side. Goyle looked to Draco, bewildered, only to find him nodding with a small smile. That really surprised him � Draco had been less guarded lately, but he had never seen him smile.
�...Thank you.� Goyle managed, unable to keep from grinning back at them both. Draco didn't hate him, and neither did Hermione. As he apparated away, he couldn't help the feeling of happiness. Despite all their history, Hermione was willing to forgive and understand � even trust him.
�...that was nice of you.� Draco murmured, as the last guests left, followed shortly by their friends and family. Even Narcissa and Lucius had taken Pansy up on her offer to let them stay at her manor until Draco and Hermione left for their honeymoon the next evening.
�I couldn't just leave him like that.� Hermione replied, leaning on him a bit as they headed inside and in the direction of their chambers. �He was miserable and blaming himself...�
�I know.� He smiled as he opened the door to their bathroom and started running a bath for her. �...it just reminded me of one of the reasons why I'm glad I married you.�
�Oh? And what's that?� She questioned, stepping into the bathroom to watch him set towels on the side of the tub for her.
�...you would forgive a demon, if he were willing to change.� He smiled a bit, pausing in the doorway to glance over his shoulder at her. �...after all, you've forgiven me, haven't you?�
Before she could reply, he was closing the door behind him and leaving her to stare in shock at the thought of what he said. Did Draco really consider himself a demon?
�...have I really forgiven him?� She wondered aloud as she finally sank into the bath, her dress promptly disappearing from view thanks to the house elves belowstairs. Though it bothered her to let them serve her, one of the younger elves had finally explained that they didn't work for the wizards because they forced them to. They did it because they loved them. The question of Dobby had been explained that he didn't like the Malfoys � but it didn't mean he didn't want to work.
Still, the question of whether or not she had forgiven Draco for all the years of torment, confusion, and insults was not willing to be pushed aside in favor of remembering the reasons why she no longer protested vehemently over the house elves in the house.
It wasn't until she found herself remembering their wedding, and the look in his eyes, that she finally relaxed and let go of her fear and guilt. There was a smile on her face as she got out of the bath to dry herself off and change into the clothes Narcissa had given her at her party.
�...I forgave him a long time ago...when I understood why he was the way he was.� She murmured to herself. �...I wouldn't have fallen in love with him, if I hadn't.�
As she stepped into their bedroom, it was to find Draco wasn't there � there was a note on her vanity, however, telling her he had gone to shower in another bathroom, and that he would return as soon as he had finished. As she stood brushing her waist-length hair before the full length mirror, she was in the perfect position to see Draco's face when he opened the door behind her.
Her breath caught, her hand pausing at her side after her final brush of her hair, watching as he froze with the door sliding closed behind him in silence, the faint click making both of them jump when it closed completely. She couldn't decide whether it was seeing him in nothing but a towel that had her motionless and unbreathing, or the way his eyes looked almost molten as they roved her body. As she turned around, she dropped the brush as his gaze intensified.
The only thought in her mind as he grabbed her and began kissing her, the towel dropping to the floor from the sudden shift of a certain area of his anatomy, was that it was going to be a long night.
And she couldn't have been more pleased.
Author's Note:

That's right, I'm an evil, evil bitch, making you wait til the next chapter for wonderful sexy goodness. But, I'm currently listening to some crazy Halo(not sure which one) video my boyfriend is watching on youtube...and that just is not conducive to writing about hot steamy sex.

Review, if you wouldn't mind. You guys have no idea how much I love reading your reviews. (Unless you're as much of an attention whore as I am, in which case you know exactly what I'm talking about.)

While I'm still not sure just how many chapters more this fic will be (might be two, might be ten), I'm seriously considering writing a prequel to this describing Hermione's time in university, and how the Satoshi twins met and fell in love with the Weasley twins, and the hilarious antics that ensued in the process.

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