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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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"Whatever we choose, the colours have to go with black," Hermione said, looking over a book of flowers.
Narcissa wrinkled her face. "Why black?"
"That's all your son will wear. Well, that and grey, but I am not up for having grey in the wedding."
The older witch laughed. "Honey, it's your wedding, you can get that boy to wear anything you want!"
"I highly doubt he'd agree on pink! As it is, I barely got him to accept that I have invited a group of house-elves as guests!"
"You are sweet to do that, house-elves are never invited to an event, especially to a wedding."
"No house-elf will work at my wedding," Hermione announced firmly.
Narcissa placed Talli at her shoulder, rubbing the baby's back. "It's your wedding, so it's your choice.
"I still love the calla lillies," she said,changing the subject. "They would look beautiful in a bouquet."
"I'm not so sure I fit the whole 'white-wedding' theme. Besides, I always pictured red roses in my wedding."
They continued to look through the book until Narcissa's eyes widened at a sudden idea. "I know the perfect scheme— you'd still have to sweet talk Draco out of wearing black, but this would be quite fitting, and beautiful, and unique! It would be just perfect for Hermione Granger-Malfoy! The press will go crazy when they see this!"
"What?" Narcissa's excited frenzy was rubbing off on Hermione.
The older woman handed Talli off to Hermione to free up her hands. She then conjured up three different types of flowers and arranged them into a neat bouquet, taking her time with it.
"Well?" Narcissa asked when she was finished, eyes shining, eager to know Hermione's opinion of it.
Hermione thought on it, and a wide smile slowly spread across her face once she understood what the woman was implying.
"Narcissa!" she exclaimed. "That's absolutely perfect! I'm so glad to have you here helping me!" She leaned forward in her chair to give Narcissa a hug. "I know where Draco got his creativity from!"
The older witch beamed at the compliment. "Thank you! I'm proud of him, Hermione, and we're so lucky to have you as part of the family."
Hermione blushed. "I'm lucky to have you, for the longest time, I was really depressed— I lost my own family…"
Narcissa set a hand to Hermione's shoulder. "I heard, dear, I'm sorry…"
"My mum would have loved this…"
Hermione felt Narcissa's arms around her, and it made her tears flow freely, like some valve had been opened. "I'm sorry…!" she shrieked in embarrassment. "I didn't mean…!"
"Oh, you hush now, dear," Narcissa scolded gently, tapping her back. "You're fine…" She pulled away, wiping her thumb at one of Hermione's stray tears. "Tell me about them— would you?"
"My mum and dad?" Hermione asked, confused.
Narcissa nodded and gave her a handkerchief to dry her nose with.
"Well, they hardly ever had time for me, both of them were workaholics, but when they would set a time for me, I was the center of their world..."
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"So, what do you think?" Hermione asked Draco after he returned back home and had put a sleeping Scorpius in his crib. She and Narcissa practically pounced on him as soon as he walked by the kitchen where they had been talking.
"It's a strange theme for a wedding…" Draco scrutinize. "And my black tux is going to clash horribly with these colours."
"Sweety," Narcissa started softly with a smirk, "you won't be wearing black."
He snorted, reaching for the tea kettle on the table, pouring water into a cup. "What makes you think I'm not going to wear black?"
"It won't fit in with the theme," Hermione explained
"Which is what I just said…"
"Draco, look, you can wear red or blue; it'll be fun!"
The man took a sip of his tea, his face blank. "I'm going to wear black," he said. "A groom always wears black in weddings—"
"Not always," Hermione told him.
"In traditional weddings they do."
"This isn't a traditional wedding," Narcissa pointed out.
"And I'm not a traditional bride."
Draco pursed his lips, annoyed that they were ganging up on him. "I'm surprised you didn't pick red and green," he grumbled, looking over the bouquet of flowers. "With it being so close to the holidays."
"Too predictable," his mother said.
"It'll just be one day, can't you wear something other than black or grey for once—"
Draco chuckled. "I am not stupid, love. First, I have to try it on, have it tailored, then try it on again, and hope the tailor cut it right, and if he did, I'll later have to wear it for the rehearsal, then again during the actual wedding. So I count four times, at the least!"
That shut them up. He smiled, pleased with himself.
"Oh, please, Draco! This just once?!"
"Are you pouting, Mione?!" Draco laughed in disbelief.
"It's my wedding!" Hermione stated. "You said you wanted nothing to do with the planning of it, and now you're upset because of what I want!"
"You're trying to put me in colours that make me look like a ninny! Can't you just wear white like every other bride and be done with it?"
She gasped out. "Be done with it? Is that what you feel about our marriage ceremony: get it over and done with?! If that's how you really feel, then the wedding is off!"
"Hermione!" Draco pathetically called after her when she stormed out of the kitchen in tears.
"Don't touch me!" she snarled when Draco caught her elbow to stop her.
Draco sighed. "I want to be your husband, Mione," he spoke quietly. "Please don't call the wedding off."
"You can't even wear a different colour for me! A colour!" Hermione sniffed, turning from him. She wiggled from him when he set a hand to her shoulder, wanting to comfort her. "I said not to touch me!"
She then stalked out of the room, hearing Talli cry to be changed. Draco followed her. "Leave me be," she growled in annoyance.
"Let's talk this out."
"I really don't want to talk right now! I don't even want to see your face! You're pathetic and selfish!"
"Yet, you're the one throwing the fit for not getting her way," he muttered under his breath, watching her pick up the screaming baby and place her onto the changing table.
"I heard that!" She tore Talli's nappy off, folded it up and threw it at him.
Draco cringed when he caught it, quickly tossing it into the nappy can.
Hermione spoke angrily as she sprayed Talli's bottom with the cleaner and sponged it clean, all the while voicing how unpleased she was with him.
"It's a colour. I wasn't asking you to cut off your arm or dress in an Elmo costume!"
She dressed Talli back up in a hurry and proceeded to carry the baby down stairs to feed her. "You're such a child!"
"Alright!" he groaned. "I'll not wear black, if you'll stop bitching—"
"I'm not bitching! And watch your language in front of our children!" she sat down with a huff, summoning up a bottle from the icebox and warming it with a spell.
Narcissa had not moved from her chair. Her hands were folded and lips were pressed tightly, concealing a smile.
"Which ruddy colour am I supposed to wear again?" Draco asked, grabbing one of the books from the table, skimming over decoration ideas.
"Your choice," Hermione said, tipping the bottle back to feed Talli. "Red or blue."
"Choice... right..." Draco grumbled in sarcasm. "Hilarious…" He flipped a few pages. "Red, I suppose…" he reluctantly decided.
"I was hoping you'd pick that!" Hermione exclaimed, feeling better now that he agreed with not wearing black. "Then I can wear a blue dress, taking care of my 'something blue' item."
She earned a confused look from her fiancé. "Something blue; what are you talking about?"
"Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue," she sung out, more for Talli's benefit. She went on to explain what the rhyme meant, getting stopped at the explanation to why she should wear 'something borrowed'.
"Whoa, fertility?!" Draco squeaked. "I think two's enough, don't you?!"
"It's just something we do for fun."
"That has myth and meaning behind it! Honestly, maybe you should borrow something from Blaise, that would be best."
"Why Blaise?" She then quickly shook her head, dismissing her question. "I think it has to come from a woman."
"I'm doomed!" Draco moaned, throwing his hands up, walking out of the room. "I'm seriously doomed for all eternity!"
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"I think you quite missed the meaning that's supposed to be behind your gift," Father said with a raised eyebrow. He held the water globe that Draco had bought, not liking the dark, fluffy cloud that filled the inside of the glass ball. "And where's the snow?"
"There's no snow in this one. It's a water globe, not a snow globe."
"Draco," his father started firmly, "this year will be your first Christmas as a married couple, the gift is supposed to represent happiness that is to come throughout the years with your wife beside you."
"Well…" Draco twirled the water globe around, staring at the black mess inside of it. "It seems that Hermione and I are creating a lot of firsts involving our bloodline, Father—"
Here, Father turned his head and crossed his arms over his chest. "She broke our family's curse, she has my respect."
"I know, but it's not just that, it's everything. Not moving into the Manor, not using a handful of house-elves for everyday needs, not having Pureblood children, and…" Draco paused. He had been keeping the news of Talli from his parents for months now, and he so desperately wanted to get the bombshell out of the way. Hermione was often hounding on him to explain everything, but he didn't have the guts like she did.
Father waited patiently for Draco to continue. Draco cleared his throat, proceeding with his list. "The wedding; the way she likes to run things— not that I'm not in charge of anything, but Merlin, she's not one to piss off."
His father laughed. "That could just be women in general, son."
"Anyway, I know it's not a snow globe, but fluffy, airy snow doesn't seem right to me. And there's more to this, Father. This is a message to her— like it's meant to be— but this will show her what she has and will do for me. It does more than swirl a dark cloud."
"Go on and demonstrate it to me then," the older wizard drawled in interest.
"Well, it'll only work if she touches it," Draco explained. "So, we'll have to use her hair. Let's go down to the lab, I have hair from her, myself, and the babies there."
"What happened to all of ours?" Father asked, speaking about both he and his wife's hair collection.
"It's still there!" Draco assured him. "Your jars are still full. I just added one to the shelf for Talli's hair, she only has a few strands in it, but when she gets her first hair cut, there will be plenty just like the rest of our jars have."
Draco removed a strand of Hermione's hair from her assigned jar and set it on the water globe. Words began to appear in dripping red lettering.
"I charmed it to do this," Draco proudly stated as they watched the spell work it's magic.
"It's excellent," his father said, nodding approvingly. "Hermione will definitely appreciate this."
The spell looped over and over until Draco threw the hair away in the rubbish bin. "I hope so, it's very personal to me… and giving it to her in front of everyone…" He swallowed hard. "It's going to be extremely embarrassing…"
"You'll do just fine, Draco. If you must, use what powers you have to momentarily forget what will surround you, and just think of you and her, no one else. The wedding will only be about the two of you, and so will this gift."
"Then why must it be given at the reception?"
Father chuckled. "You know the answer to that. The first gift to your wife should be full of sentimental meaning."
Draco sighed. "Caesar must have loved to showboat to come up with such a lovely tradition."
"It is the Malfoy way, but think of it this way, when the guests see your gift, it'll give them more reason to trust the Malfoy name."
"I didn't make this for that," Draco instantly snapped.
"I know…" His father recoiled slightly. "I was just trying to help ease your anxiety."
Draco squared off his shoulders in determination. "I'll be fine, thank you."
"Master," Father's house-elf, Riff, meekly came up to him, presenting the man with a letter. "The reply you have been waiting for, sir."
Father eagerly took the letter and tore it open to read, absently dismissing the elf. Draco politely waited for him to finish, wondering what could grab his father's interest so easily.
"I have a matter to address," he abruptly told Draco when he was through. He rolled the letter up and stuffed it into his suit. "Perhaps you'll have your mother and I over for dinner tomorrow night?"
"Actually, now that Talli is safe to side-along apparate, maybe we can all come over here for a change? She needs to get out more."
"Sounds fair," his father agreed quickly. "Tomorrow night then." He nodded a goodbye and then apparated away to do whatever business he had to tend to.
They all had a nice dinner the next night. Mother had also invited her sister and Teddy over, so the adults had a good chat, while Teddy and Scorpius played a game with Talli that Hermione had shown them.
"Look at my hands, Tallistar!" Teddy encouraged his baby cousin. He had balled up his fists and opened them, trying to get her to copy him.
"Open!" Scorpius exclaimed, proudly showing Teddy that he could do it too.
"Watch Scorpius, Talli! See?! He's got it!"
"Bah!" the baby squealed, having no idea what they were doing. She blew them a raspberry.
"Oh, well." Teddy sighed in disappointment, growing bored of the activity. "Oh, Scorpius!" he gasped out, an idea hitting him right then. "Why don't we put on a puppet show for your sister!"
"Poopet!" Scorpius liked that idea.
Teddy laughed. "No, it's puppet!"
"Put-pet."
"Pup!"
"Puff!"
Teddy smacked a hand to his forehead at Scorpius's failed attempts. "Never mind! Let's go to the playroom and get some puppets to play with!"
"You want to dress Scorpius in blue, and Talli in red?" Draco inquired, not liking what he had just heard his mother say. "But Scorpius is my own little Mini-Me! He'd look perfect in a matching red suit to mine."
"I know, but with the press being there, we thought it would be a nice change to not have him appear so much as your child than Hermione's," his mother gently pointed out.
"And why?" Draco asked lowly, not liking this reason one bit.
"They always say 'The Malfoy Heir'," Hermione spoke up, sounding a little annoyed. "For once, it'd be nice if they would notice that he is my son too, and if he's dressed exactly like you, like he always is, that's all they are ever going to think him as is 'The Malfoy Heir'. He's first and foremost Scorpius. His name may have Malfoy in it, but Granger is also in it too, which they seem to forget!"
"Hyphened names are a new thing for the Magical World, dear, so it's going to take a bit for it to sink in," Andromeda pointed out. "I'm all for your attire idea though."
Draco drudged a piece of bread through the left over remainder of his dinner on his plate. He lifted up his shoulders, feeling a little bad that he hadn't noticed the issue until Hermione had brought it up. It wasn't entirely his fault though, the only time he really read the papers anymore was to read the reviews on his products that he invented. News lately was awfully boring.
He saw Hermione's point and felt she was right; people needed to see Scorpius not only as The Malfoy Heir. He was a Granger just as much as he was a Malfoy.
"I suppose you're right," he admitted reluctantly, still preferring that Scorpius would be dressed up like him instead. "Tallistar and I will rock the red, won't we, darling?" he asked his daughter, turning toward her where she sat in a baby chair between he and Hermione.
"Soose!" she answered him with a smile, giggling when Draco tickled her neck.
"And besides," he added. "Scorpius likes blue better."
"Another reason on why we were considering it," Hermione said.
"Least you don't have to wear white like I do!" Father muttered, having been incredibly quiet throughout the entire dinner until just then.
"You won't be in all white, Lucius," Andromeda said, a small smirk appearing on her face.
"Buttons, cuffs, and a tie merely aren't enough," the man argued.
"We also thought about a speech," Hermione brought up to Draco.
"A speech?" Draco asked curiously. "What sort of speech?"
"Well, after the reception, during the party, we were thinking that it would be the perfect time to publicly introduce Freedom Fighters."
"And we were thinking that you would be the perfect person to do it," Draco's mother concluded.
"No." Draco pushed his plate away. "I am not going to be the spokesman—"
"But Draco—"
"I'll help set up meetings and make posters. I'll assist with hosting parties, I'll donate, and do all that other junk, but I swore I was not going to get into politics—"
"This isn't politics," his fiancée argued. "This is just you showing your support for something you want to be a part of."
"Actually, I think it's an excellent idea," Father spoke up.
"Then you can do it! The press would love seeing you do something that you aren't forced into for a change!"
"I'm afraid it's too late for me, Draco." Father set his serviette down after wiping his mouth with it and rose up from the table. "Thank you all for coming over, I do have something to do now. If you'll excuse me."
"What's going on with him?" Hermione questioned with an odd look.
The rest of them had no clue what the answer to that was.
"Men get strange when they age," Mother teased, earning laughs from Hermione and Andromeda, but Draco sent her an unamused look.
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Deep red roses, dark blue daisies, and dainty-like baby's breath hung from the ceiling, covering the entirety of it. Tucked in them were fairy lights of the same colours, twinkling on and off in a feathery pattern throughout the length of the ballroom.
Long benches lined the floor, blue on the right side, and red on the left. In front of each side had an additional row of benches. These were pure white and cocked at an angle facing where the bride and groom were to stand.
A classic band stood high in a balcony, overlooking it all, right above where Hermione and Draco would take their vows. Currently, a soft violin played the prelude as guests came in to take their assigned seats.
In a room nearby, a nervous Hermione was repeatedly asking questions, trying to make sure everything was in perfect order.
Ginny was attempting to style her hair, but Hermione was not cooperating with her at all. "Would you relax, Hermione?" she huffed, slightly amused. "Do you want to go out there, looking like you just got through playing Quidditch?!"
Hermione willed herself to stand still long enough for Ginny to quickly shove some pins in her hair to keep a few annoying, loose strands in their place.
Talli started fussing, growing impatient with her grandmother and great aunt as they nitpicked her soft, frizzy hair, trying to control it. Her dress matched her mother's, a frilly, full-length gown with lots of cute ruffles. The only difference was that Talli's was a beautiful shade of red, instead of blue like Hermione's.
The baby's wails caused all the women in the dressing room to 'aww' and 'coo' at her unhappiness and try to calm her down.
Narcissa rubbed Talli's back, but the baby just wailed louder, quickly turning the cries into screams. "Okay, little star," her grandmother crooned, gently bouncing her. "You're alright!"
"Would you take her to Draco please?" Hermione requested of Narcissa, struggling with her tights. She was hopping on one foot with Luna offering her a steady shoulder to rest her arm on for balance. "When she starts sounding like that, he seems to be the only one who can soothe her."
Talli's cries faded as the woman hurried off to Draco's own dressing room. She spoke in a hushed tone as she walked.
Hermione looked in the mirror when they were finished, and Ginny took a picture of herself, Luna, and Hermione crowded around the mirror.
"You're so lovely, Hermione," Luna told her.
"Thank you, you two look beautiful too!" Hermione clasped a necklace around her neck that Narcissa had given her for her 'something old' object. She already had earrings from Ginny for her 'something borrowed', and her dress was new, finishing off all the things she needed for the rhyme.
"Everything is perfect," Narcissa came back in to announce. Talli was all smiles again. "Draco's already waiting for you to walk down the aisle. Oh, my word, you should see how adorable he is! The guests are just about all seated. Now it's just up to the rest of us to get our behinds out there!"
Hermione took a huge breath and squared her shoulders. "Alright," she said with a smile. "I'm ready then."
With quick glances into the mirrors that accompanied the room, the women emerged from the room and lined up behind a set of closed doors that lead into the ballroom.
The bridesmaids, Ginny and Luna, we're up front, then Narcissa, who was going to escort Talli-the-flower-girl, and Hermione brought up the rear.
"Hello," Harry greeted after waiting for them to get in their order. He, like the other participants in the wedding, was wearing white with red and blue accents. Since he was part of Hermione's party, he was wearing a blue tie— those of Draco's party wore red to match his suit.
"Hi, Harry!" Hermione smiled when he held out his arm for her to take; he was going to give her away.
"You look magnificent," he murmured to her, not wanting to draw attention to them.
She laughed nervously, happy tears forming in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely.
One of the doors then opened, and a hum of voices from a large crowd could be heard, but it lasted only long enough for a body to slip through and quickly shut the door behind them.
Hermione saw her soon-to-be husband's hair above the people in front of her. She quickly turned around, remembering the myth that swore bad luck if you saw your groom on the day of your wedding until you were actually married. They had been 'avoiding' each other the whole day because of it.
"Where's Father?!" he demanded out. "Is he here?"
"He should be around here; Luci?" Narcissa called out.
"Riff said he wasn't here, and he wouldn't tell me where the bloody hell he went! What could he possibly be doing right now that couldn't wait?!" Draco was fuming mad.
"Okay, we can't do this without him," Hermione said gently, deciding that Lucius was more important than a silly myth. She turned to address Draco. "Maybe we can give him a few more minutes. He promised to help Scorpius with the ring bearing."
"Oh, dear," Narcissa put a hand up to her mouth. "Is Scorpius with him?"
"Last I knew Potter had him," Draco answered, looking directly at the man.
"I played with him for a little while before handing him off to Lucius two hours ago when I needed to get ready myself," Harry informed.
"So Lucius and Scorpius are missing?" Hermione asked to confirm.
No one made to answer, instead, all at once, they took off in different directions. Harry went to entertain the guests a little longer, and the rest of them went to search for Scorpius.
Ten minutes later, the sound of a house-elf's pop made Hermione jump. Toogy alerted her that Lucius had returned, and that Scorpius was with him.
Relief flooded through her as she rushed back to the entrance of the ballroom where the small crowd had reformed.
"What on Earth, Lucius?!" Narcissa had scolded as Hermione took her son from him.
"I had one last thing to do before this wedding could start," he explained. He raised a hand up toward a door, and with magic, he threw it open. "If you would please join us now," he spoke out toward the doors.
Everyone was now looking in the direction of two additional people who were joining them, both dressed for the wedding. A woman with curly, black hair wore a white dress that matched the bridesmaids, and a man with brunette hair wore a matching suit to Harry's, complete with a blue tie.
Hermione gasped. Her parents were here, but she immediately stiffened. Tears rolled down her face.
They didn't remember her. Why would Lucius do this? Why would he bring them?
"Hermione…!" her mother breathed out, running to her. Her father quickly followed suit.
"What—" Hermione was speechless. "How…? But you—" They crashed into her, holding her, sobbing silently.
"We're so sorry, sweetheart," her father was saying into her shoulder.
"We feel so awful for not remembering all these years!"
"But it was my fault—"
"We know everything, Hermione," her mother said, interrupting her, kissing her cheeks. She pulled from her daughter to look at Lucius. "He told us everything. He helped us get our memory back, and he got us these wonderful fancy garments to wear!"
"He transported us here with magic!" her father said with bright, excited eyes. "It was invigorating! It's no wonder you loved magic so much! It was incredible!"
"Now that all the Grangers are here, why don't we get these young people finally married?" Lucius spoke up with an amused drawl.
"Thank you!" Hermione ran to Lucius, wrapping her arms around him, startling him completely.
"Erm… you're welcome, Hermione…"
She smiled, feeling him awkwardly tapping her back.
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