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Let There Be No More Curse	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 61015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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AN: I meant to post a while ago, but it all got messed up and I got very annoyed by it! I will be posting two chapters this time. This is 1 of 2.

"Why wasn't I told about this before?!"
"Malfoy—"
"Take it outside, we're trying to sleep here!"
"Yes! You inconsiderate, little bastards—"
"We're going!" Potter practically shouted to the group of griping portraits, gritting his teeth. He stalked to the exit and stopped there, looking expectedly at Draco.
Draco looked at Severus's empty portrait one last time before joining Potter into the hall where he shut the door muttering, "I hate going in there in the night time. Snape knows it too."
Even after he was long gone, his godfather was still making Potter's life hell. Draco couldn't help letting a smirk spread across his lips.
"Why do you have a portrait of my godfather, Potter? You can't possibly want it?!" Draco asked, his fury returning. "And why am I just now finding out about this?! How long have you had it?"
"You act like Snape was your house elf, and that you owned him," Potter said bitterly and went across the hall to a door. "We'll talk in here," he said. "So we don't disturb the portraits anymore than we have already."
It was a small office with a desk and two chairs. They sat, and Potter began to explain. "I don't know why Snape was even wanting to suddenly bother us with this. Maybe it's his sick way in getting us to talk— I don't know, nor care, but he asked me to bring you by tonight and show you his portrait. I didn't know he was just going to take off like that though."
"But why do you even have it? I thought only two existed: mine and the one at Hogwarts."
"The one at Hogwarts is just a still. He wanted it that way, after I insisted that he deserved a spot there."
"I know, I remember the fight to get his spot. I signed the petition for it."
Potter nodded. "I was surprised on how many who did."
Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm not. People will follow you over a cliff if you said it was the right thing to do."
Potter narrowed his eyes, slightly insulted. "Anyway," he proceeded. "After the war was over, I was presented with Snape's will—"
"He had a will?"
"Yes, he left me his vault, in it were several things. One was a copy of his portrait— obviously a plan orchestrated to guide me through the task of defeating Vold—"
"Don't," Draco groaned. Hearing the name still made his entire body shudder.
Potter inhaled a deep breath. "Among a portrait of himself, there was also one of my mum." His green eyes lit up. "It's not as advanced as Dumbledore's or Snape's though. Snape guesses that she worked on it a little while she was in hiding, but he wanted his portrait to be next to hers. She sits between him and my dad's."
Draco hadn't had the time to notice Potter's mother's portrait before noticing Snape's. "Why?" he asked, confused by his godfather's request.
Potter faintly smiled. "You'd never believe it, but they were best friends in their earlier years of Hogwarts."
Draco's eyebrows lifted up to his hairline. "You don't say? She was a Gryffindor and he—"
"It was rare— friends between our houses— but not impossible."
Severus's betrayal to the Dark Lord was beginning to make much more sense now...
"You're not saying that Severus wants us to be friends?!" Draco cringed at the thought. "A plan to unite our houses?"
Potter snorted. "I'm sure he thinks you and I are a lost cause— if he's even given it a thought. It's hard talking with him though. Ginny is better at getting him to talk than I am. She thinks he's just feeling guilty that I received an inheritance from him and you didn't, but I'm not quite sure that's it either."
Draco shrugged carelessly. "I don't know why I should care at all. I've got my own fortune. And I have the things he gave me while he was alive. And a portrait of my own— wait a second!" Draco pointed a finger at Potter in realization. "That's how you knew I was splinched! The portraits!"
"Took you long enough." Potter chuckled. "I kept telling Snape you'd figure it out."
"He must had told you how to get through the wards of the Manor..."
"I'd have not entered your home if it wasn't life or death," Potter assured him. "We all know how serious splinch wounds are. And if you had seen the look on Snape's face..." he trailed off, looking away. "If I hadn't known any better, I had thought that you were his own son, Malfoy. He looked terrified at the thought of you laying there, bleeding near to death."
"Our family considered him as our own," Draco explained. "He was welcome in our home anytime, even to live there. He refused to do that, of course. He never wanted to impose on us. He never even stayed overnight for the Holidays."
Potter said nothing, appearing to be thinking in deep thoughts; grim ones. "Anyway," he finally said hoarsely, standing up. "I did what I was supposed to do. He did warn me that he wasn't going to be used for spying between the two of us though," he said with a smile to lighten the mood. "He said he's through with all that."
"I don't blame him a bit!"
* / *
"You knew about it?"
Hermione yawned. "I asked Harry about it after you told me that he had somehow gotten through the wards," she said sleepily. "I had remembered his portrait of Professor Snape soon after and inquired about it. Harry is one of my best friends, we tell each other almost everything. Harry said that James heard Professor Snape calling for help, who then informed Harry that one of the portraits needed help. He told me not to tell anyone about having the portrait though, as that was Professor Snape's wish."
Draco pursed his lips. "You could have told me, Mione, I'm your lover."
Hermione smiled and closed her eyes. "Professor Snape's portrait would have told you himself if he wanted you to know."
"But he didn't," Draco pointed out. "He had Potter tell me."
"You knew the man more than I did, Draco," she said through a yawn and turned from him, settling on her side comfortably.
"So?"
"So, was he ever one to talk about his feelings?"
Draco pulled his blanket up to his chin. "No," he answered quietly. "Not even with my parents..."
"Then it is likely his portrait wouldn't either," Hermione murmured with sleep in her voice.
The next morning, Draco got up early, despite the late night he had had before. Scorpius and Hermione were still sleeping, so he left her a note and flooed to the Manor to see if Severus was in his portrait or not.
He quietly slipped into his potions lab, careful not to make any noise just in case Severus was there (he didn't want him to disappear before having the chance to confront him). Draco slowly let out the breath he had been holding upon the sight of his godfather's figure standing erect in the portrait.
"You're up early," the portrait said. "I'd have thought you would have spent the day in bed."
"I wanted to catch you before you went to sleep."
Severus nodded. "In truth, I've been expecting you."
"You gave Potter access through our wards," Draco said with no accusation to his tone. "If my father knew—"
"I'd never hear the end of it," Severus finished. "He might have even burned this portrait, even though it saved your tiny, airheaded arse."
Draco laughed softly. "He's always taken the wards seriously. Why did you want me to know now though?"
Severus broke eye contact with Draco. "I felt it was time. Everyone knows Potter doesn't use brute force. You would have pieced it together eventually, and I'd rather you find out this way."
"But you ran off last night."
"Yes, I did..." Severus admitted. "I had enough conflict in my living life, Draco, I really don't wish to put up with it any longer. You and Potter are mature and adult enough to handle your problems without me being in the middle of it anymore."
"But it was really the other portraits that chased you away, wasn't it?" Draco asked jokingly, remembering how much of a fuss they had made when the room had been disturbed.
"What would ever give you that idea?" his godfather replied sarcastically.
"That's why you come here early in the mornings— when all the other portraits wake."
"A portrait must have his peace too," he said dryly.
"I don't think I'm going to work on a portrait," Draco decided. "A still one is fine enough to be remembered by."
"Excellent choice, son," Severus approved with a tiny smile.
"Thanks for helping save my life, Uncle Severus. Again..."
Severus bowed his head. "It is what godfathers do for their godchildren, Draco."
"I shouldn't really complain of who's my son's godfather is then, huh?"
"Potter will set another record soon," Severus joked in his monotone voice. "By being the person with the most godchildren."
"At least from separate parents," Draco added. When Severus said nothing, Draco said, "Who better than the world's hero? I must admit, my son's a lucky bugger."
"There are many brave men in the world, Draco. Potter's just the one most recognized. Do not forget that he would not have made it as far as he did without the help of many." He paused to give Draco a serious stare. "Including yourself."
"I had doubt," Draco brushed the statement off. "And a tiny bit of hope. That's all. I wasn't a hero, nor will I ever be."
"The choice you made that day was a courageous and selfless one. It doesn't matter what the reason."
"Selfless?! My father was desperate to get back in on the Dark Lord's good side back then, because he thought the Dark Lord was the winning side, but with all the resources the Dark Lord spent on Potter, I just had this sudden thought that there was more to the story than what was being told. And if Potter survived so far, I figured he could have a great chance against the Dark Lord. Father wasn't able to see that during his distress, but I could. Perhaps it was because of the time I spent with Potter— he practically succeeded at everything he set his mind to. Maybe, deep down, I knew Potter was going to stop the reign of terror. So, selfless? No, because I wanted him to win, and take that leather-faced monster down for good." Draco clenched his jaw to the memories of the dark times of those two horrible years that would haunt him for the rest of his life. "I 'saved' him for selfish reasons," he emphasized. "I knew what was going to come if Potter lost..."
"It is pointless to worry about what it would have been if the Dark Lord had won," Severus said after several moments of silence. "Focus on what is happening now, Draco. Do not torment yourself. Nonetheless, even if you can't see the strengths you possess, the people around you do. I did when I was still among the breathing. Your parents do, specifically your mother. Miss Granger does, and Potter too." Severus lightly scoffed. "I hear even the Potter spawns sense something good about you."
"What is it with them?" Draco asked. "You'd think they'd hate the man who used to cruelly tease their father."
"Potter's aged faster than anyone I've known," Severus explained. "I've not heard him say anything negative about a single person, that is, since I've been placed into his home. He's become one of those 'forgive and forget' kind of men."
So, Potter was going to allow his children to make their own opinions about people, and since the Potter boys were lively little kids, who absolutely loved people, they had instantly approved of Draco as they had no reason to suspect him of anything.
Were children the beginning of everything in this era? Scorpius with the bond, and the Potter boys with seeing a good side to Draco? Could the prejudice against Slytherins be ceasing? When Scorpius goes to Hogwarts will they see a fun, spirited Slytherin? Not someone who quests for world domination and hates those who are considered lesser valued to society?
Draco thought it was possible. With Hermione's blood flowing through him, and Draco's change of heart, there was no bloody way that Scorpius would become some evil, obsessed-with-torture wizard. Scorpius was going to be a respectable Slytherin, and he was going to make it where every kid would want to be sorted into Slytherin. People were going to idolize Slytherin and they were going to idolize Scorpius.
The world didn't know it yet, but Scorpius was going to make history. Draco could sense it in his blood, his bones, and his soul. His son was going to do good, better than Draco ever did and better than Draco ever would. Maybe Scorpius was going to be the greatest wizard of his era. Perhaps of all time!
"Is that a smile I see?"
"Course not!" Draco fibbed as it grew bigger.
* / *
While Draco spent the day over at the Manor, Hermione decided to go shopping to restock up on somethings. She carried Scorpius at her hip. He was happy to come along with her.
"Scorpius, let go of Mumma's hair!" Mumma scolded and gently loosened his fingers from a bunch of her hair that he had clutched.
Scorpius didn't understand why no one wanted him to touch their hair. He liked the feeling of it; how it was different from his own hair, which was incredibly soft, in a different way than Grandfather's (whose was also very soft). He sought comfort in touching their hairs though, studying the feeling of how everyone's was different from each others.
He stuck the fist into his mouth, not caring that a strand had tangled itself around a couple of his fingers. He liked going to Diagon Alley. There were always lots of interesting people there. He could never focus on just one for long though, because someone more interesting would come by.
Like the man with hair so long that it went down past his waist and his shoes. It trailed behind him for many feet. But it wasn't just the length that caught his attention, Scorpius realized. It was the colour. It was the most vibrant blue Scorpius had ever seen. The man wasn't a Teddy though, and Scorpius knew the colour wasn't fake either. He frowned, watching the man scratch at the scalp of his head as he passed them.
"Fumpah, Mina!" Scorpius said to Mumma and pointed the man out.
"Yes, just look at his hair! What a pretty blue!" Mumma said, semi-distracted with her list of things to buy.
"Fumpah!" Scorpius repeated urgently. He struggled with the word, frustrated that she didn't understand him. He wailed out, missing his father, who could understand him better.
"Oh, Scorpy," Mumma cooed. "It's okay, sweetie! The goblin may look scary, but he's relatively harmless!"
He screeched out, tears filling his eyes, and then he kicked his feet against her. The man with the itchy head was disappearing into a crowd now.
"Stop it, Scorpius! Mumma's not putting you down!"
He whined pathetically and tried telling Mumma what the problem was again. "Fumpah! Dadinkah, fumpah, Mina!"
It was no use... Mumma didn't understand his words. His face scrunched up as wished he could talk the same words that the adults did.
He wouldn't be able to for a while though.
He sadly looked at the crowd that had swallowed up the man who Scorpius wanted to speak to. One day, he'd be able to walk and talk. He couldn't wait for that. Being a helpless baby was becoming quite hindering to him.
He bit down on his hand and cried.
* / *
For a while, Hermione struggled with calming Scorpius down. She didn't understand his problem today. He was usually a bucket load of smiles when she took him shopping with her. She was about to take him back home and finish up later when she heard an angry voice approaching her.
"Well, if you would actually do your job—"
"My job?!"
Blaise Zabini and Marietta were making their way toward Hermione, bickering the whole time.
"Yes, your job! I work, therefore, you are supposed to watch the girls—"
"How dare you!"
"Oh, just shut your hole already! No one wants to hear how unfair your life is!"
"I suppose you're just happy she's gone missing, aren't you?!" Marietta sneered.
Zabini whipped around to face her. "How can you say such a thing?!" he demanded in utter disbelief.
Marietta straightened her stance with a small huff. "I've seen the way you look at her. I know you blame me for her problem—"
"You don't help the situation, that's for bloody sure!" Zabini shook his head and turned back around.
"You're not denying that you think it's my fault!"
"You're such an idiot, Etty!"
Marietta swung her large purse into the back of his head. "I am NOT!" she snapped as he yelped in surprise and held his head, looking at her. "You're just pathetic!" she shrieked. "You've no real job, I know what you do all day! And it's certainly not work! You don't want to be with your family! You hate them! You hate your children!"
It was at this moment that Hermione saw a tiny body fidget behind Marietta. A young girl of maybe seven or eight took a step back, pulling a smaller girl with her.
Marietta's daughters...
And a strangled scream drew Hermione's attention back to the fighting couple. Marietta had smacked Zabini across the cheek. The man narrowed his eyes in a dangerous glare and then snatched her throat easily with a hand.
"STOP!" Hermione shouted and ran up to them. "STOP IT!"
Zabini didn't even look her way. He appeared to not have heard her.
"Blaise—" Marietta choked.
Hermione grabbed a hold of Zabini's arm and shook at it. "Zabini! Let her go!"
The little girls and Scorpius were crying from what was taking place now and people were coming by to see what all the ruckus was about.
"Someone help me!" Hermione pleaded as she one-handedly tried wrestling Zabini from Marietta.
"Get them out of here!" Hermione heard Ron say nearby, and she instantly felt relieved when she saw that he and Verity Shellson (a woman who was employed at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes) were coming to assist.
Verity escorted the upset Zabini girls from the scene.
"Get off her!" Ron snarled at Zabini, pushing Hermione out of the way and wrapping his arms around Zabini from behind him. All at once, Zabini released his grip on Marietta who fell to the ground, gasping for air. "What the hell, man?!" Ron demanded to Zabini. "What's wrong with you?!"
Hermione bent down and set Scorpius on the ground to help Marietta. "Are you okay?"
Marietta was coughing, but she managed a nod.
"She attacked me first," Zabini growled, answering Ron's question. He remained still in Ron's arms, who didn't feel comfortable with letting him go.
"So you're going to kill her over it?!"
Zabini's eyes suddenly widened. "Cara!" he gasped.
"What?"
"Our d-daughter," Marietta struggled to say, rubbing her sore neck.
"She's missing, and my wife blames me for it," Zabini said bitterly.
"I know you deny she's yours!" Marietta spat.
"You know nothing, bitch!" Zabini retorted with just as much hate as she had tossed to him.
"Alright, that's enough!" Ron ordered. He looked at Hermione. "Would you call the Aurors, please?" He finally let go of Zabini, but instantly pulled out his wand and pointed it at him.
"I've committed no crime!" Zabini challenged, raising his hands up in defense.
"Attempted murder?" Ron questioned mockingly. "Since when is that not a crime?"
The group walked to the Weasleys joke shop, as that's what Ron suggested to do. During the walk, Hermione called upon the Aurors who came soon enough to sort everything out.
The middle Zabini girl had wandered off (and was found shortly after a locator spell had been cast), but Marietta and Zabini had been too busy bickering to give their child much thought at all.
"Next time, just call the Aurors," Ron instructed. "There are spells to cast to find your child. You may want to spend more time learning them than bitching about whose fault it is."
"Daneekah!" Scorpius seemed to agree, waving at little Cara, who was currently in the arms of her father. She slowly waved back and rested her head against Zabini's chest.
"Thank you for your help," Zabini said respectively.
"And consult someone about your marriage problems," Harry said firmly.
"You both have a serious problem," Hermione added. She swallowed slowly, noticing the red markings around Marietta's neck. Hermione couldn't believe that Marietta was not going to press charges against him.
"Next time, we'll have to arrest the both of you," Neville warned.
Marietta nodded. "Will do." She gave a weak smile before lifting their youngest daughter in her arms and called out to the eldest one to follow her out. Zabini hesitantly trailed behind her with four-year-old Cara in his arms.
"That is one sick, sad couple," Neville muttered once they were out of the shop and headed home.
"You're telling me!" Ron grunted. "You should have seen the look on his face..." He shuddered. "Pretty chilling."
Harry frowned and looked out the shop's window, saying nothing.
"I've heard they do this all the time," Hermione told them. "We need to make laws against this..."
"There are laws," Neville said. "But if she's not going to report that he's harmed her, there's nothing we can do about it."
"They are putting their children in too much danger..." Ron said slowly.
Harry then informed that he and Neville had to get back to the Ministry to fill out some papers on the case.
* / *
Draco came home to Hermione sitting at a desk, hovering over a pile of papers with a thoughtful frown. At the floor of the chair was a bag of things that made Draco believe she had gone out that day, since she took it with her anytime she went shopping. He curiously took a peek in the bag. Finding nothing of interest at the top of it, Draco asked her what she was reading.
Hermione sighed and shuffled the papers into a tidy pile. "Harry sent me these just a bit ago..." she started slowly. "I had to call Aurors today while I was out."
"For what?" Draco was on the alert now. "Are you alright?" he asked, eyeing her over closely, looking for any sign of injury.
"Yes..." Her eyes fell down to the quill next to the stack of papers.
Draco placed a hand on her shoulder. "What happened?"
"It was Zabini..." she told him bitterly. "He and Marietta got in a fight, and he ended up choking her..."
The hand at her shoulder tensed up, enough to cause her to make a sound of discomfort. "Sorry," Draco murmured, removing his hand.
"I just got finished with signing these, and I think it would be good for you to do it too," she said without looking at him, as if she was afraid to.
Draco leaned over her to take the papers she was referring to. "No," he said firmly after he had read what they were. He set his jaw in disturbance. "I'm not signing these."
"But Draco—"
"It'll crush him, Mione. Blaise is my friend. I'm not going to do that to him."
"It's for the best!" she insisted. "You weren't there, Draco! Those little girls were scared that he was going to kill their mother!"
"I stand by my friend," he said, turning from her.
Draco heard her chair scrape across the floor as she scooted it out from the desk to stand up. "You care more about him than three innocent girls?!" she shrieked.
Keeping his back turned, he replied, "There only needs to be five signatures. Between you, Potter, Weasley, and Longbottom, you only need one more. It should be easy enough to get."
He walked to the room's exit and stopped when he heard her again. "What if it were Scorpius?! You'd never want him to see something as terrible as those little girls have, would you?! I surely wouldn't!"
Draco saw her point, and it wasn't that he had disagreed with her before, but he didn't want Blaise to know that he supported the movement to take his daughters away. Even if it was for a good enough reason.
"I'd try her mother if you really want that last signature," he suggested a moment later. It was most likely Mrs. Edgecombe would be the next to know about what went on in her daughter's home.

Review Responses Since the Last Update:
cpetnm: Yeah he does, LOL. He can't really change over night though. Hehe.
mocha midnight: Chapter 24 explained it a bit. It was supposed to be confusing, sorry. Haha, Cliffhangers suck.
ssdawning: The Quidditch writing worried me. I am not a major sports fan, so I was afraid I wouldn't do it justice.
TheDrakensLover: Aww, well thank you! I really hope I didn't mess up your eyes though! That's a lot of reading, hehe!
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