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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: This chapter will get us all caught up (October 16, 2016).
Hermione had never felt so happy before. Having her parents here at her wedding was unexpectedly wonderful, but more so because everyone (even her future in-laws) were welcoming them as if they had already been a part of the event since it begun.
Harry gave up his position in the wedding so her father could give her away and went off to sit with his children who were with Molly and Arthur.
Narcissa suggested that Hermione's mother also escort her, pointing out that it is not uncommon in some weddings.
And although Lucius didn't do much after Hermione released him from her bear hug, he was the sole reason that her parents were even there. Out of all the people in the world, he would have been the last one Hermione would have thought who would ensure that her parents could be here for her wedding. There was also the fact that he had done it on his own, and that made Hermione melt inside. Lucius Malfoy was definitely, beyond any doubt, a changed man.
If he could change, she was sure anyone could.
Hermione didn't get a chance to speak in private with her parents before the ceremony had to start (over a hundred people were waiting on them). She stood in the line of people, planted in the middle of Mum and Dad with a wide, emotional smile stretched across her face.
Her dad had an arm looped around hers and was tapping her hand excitedly. He politely remained quiet, but it wasn't easy for him; Liam William Granger was an energetic man. He often had severe trouble holding still and keeping quiet. Especially when it came to magic. The more flashy and amazing it was, the more excited he got.
Her mum, Emily Jane Granger, was more of a composed person. Dad was an extrovert, happy to be around people, but Mum was the exact opposite. She spent more time thinking than speaking, so even though she occasional had to dab a tissue to her eyes, emotionally affected with what was about to happen, the hand that was interlinked with Hermione's occasionally squeezed around her daughter's— her way of expressing how excited, yet uncomfortable she was being surrounded by people— people she didn't know. Magical people she didn't know.
Hermione's mum and dad were obviously not strangers to magic, but most of what they saw had come from just their daughter, and years ago, when she was still in school. They had been nervous when they had to go to Diagon Alley with her. This was because Hermione had read out facts from her books to them and learned that not all Magical beings were good.
The summer after her first year at Hogwarts, they had talked about pulling her out of Hogwarts after hearing about the 'trouble' she had gotten herself into with the troll and other things during that year at school, but thankfully, in the end, they agreed that it was best for her to continue studying how to control her magic.
It didn't take the young girl long to decide that it was better to leave out the dangerous details that happened during her time at Hogwarts. If Hermione had not been permitted to go back, she would not know where she would be now. The Magical world was where she belonged, and she knew that if she had been forced to live like a Muggle, she probably would have gone mental trying to keep her magic buried deep down inside; there was a reason Magical people and Muggles lived in separate societies.
When the doors opened to the ballroom, revealing the beautiful (and magical) decorations of the wedding, Hermione heard her father gasp at the narrow glimpse he could see through the abundance of people in front of them.
He whispered out, "Wow…! Amazing!" and couldn't keep his eyes on just one thing, but even for those who were accustomed to magic, surrounded by it everyday, the spells and their arrangement made many of the present witches and wizards drop their jaws in awe.
Birds, conjured from magic, of red, white and blue flew around in delicate patterns, tweeting to the rhythm of the music that the band was playing. Coloured streams of ribbon were magically hovering in place, and a slight breeze (magically produced) was causing them to flutter softly. And then there was the enchanted ceiling where a clog of flowers had been parted out from above the aisle, charmed with a sunny, beautiful scene, allowing in some 'natural' light where the women and Hermione's dad would walk. The ceiling was not quite mimicking Hogwarts' own magical one because, in reality, it was actually snowing outside at the moment.
"Draco just made his entrance!" Ginny announced excited as quietly as she could for the rest of them behind her to hear. "Wow…!" she exclaimed after a moment. "Zabini looks great in red!"
"Goyle is walking with such exuberance," Luna hummed out. "You can tell he's proud to be the best man."
Hermione couldn't see ahead of her, but it was supposed to be that way. She calmly waited, smiling as those who commented on what they could see.
"Now are you sure about this fellow?" her mum whispered suddenly as the music switched to a different tune, cuing for the bridesmaids to begin. "Mr. Malfoy told us about the bond— you're attached to this man by magic? It sounds so… enslaving."
"I'm sure about him, Mum. It was quite enslaving at first, for the both of us, yes, but we understand the power of it— you can't break it, no matter how much you try. We do love each other though, and we're very happy—"
"Which is all that matters, sweetpea," her dad interrupted, pecking her cheek with his lips. "He's a good man, I can tell. You know I know these things," he insisted, more directing this comment to his wife. "My intuition has always been better than yours, Emily."
"And sometimes it has been known to fail completely," Mum argued simply, but she quickly smiled, tightening her hold on Hermione. "Your dad is right, dear: so long as you're happy with him, it is fine with us."
Hermione lay her head against her mother's shoulder, sighing happily. "Thank you, mum," she said tearily. She was quickly handed a tissue to prevent her makeup from smearing.
It was time for Lucius to lead Scorpius down the path to present the rings. This was just for show to include each of their children. The rings that were on the pillow were not the real ones (Lucius had those in his pocket).
Of course the lot of guests thought he was cute, and he toddled down the aisle just like he had been instructed until he realized the attention he was unintentionally drawing to himself.
"Mared!" Scorpius announced and pointed at his father. Everyone laughed, thinking he was adorable.
"He doesn't get that from his mumma," Hermione's dad murmured as photographers fought to get pictures of Scorpius.
"Indeed not," her mother agreed, chuckling at Scorpius who had stopped his walking altogether, now saying 'hi' to each and every person who called out his name.
"Alright, young man," his grandfather said, picking him up to proceed further with the processional. "You've had your moment in the spotlight!" He carried him all the way to the altar, stopping next to Greg where he set the boy down and held onto his little hand. Then Lucius passed the real rings over to the best man.
Now it was Talli's turn, but the baby had fallen asleep long ago, tired from the abundance of activity. She gained everyone's attention anyway; people commented on her lovely dress, her pouty lips, and her mane of gnarly hair that would normally match her mother's any other day (during the earlier chaos of Lucius missing, her hair had come undone and there hadn't been time to fix it back up).
The pushchair Talli was in had been enchanted to spray out petals while Narcissa pushed her since the flower girl was too young to understand that her position required her to throw them out of a basket.
Cameras flashed. Photographers were eager to get the baby's picture. Even with her sleeping, they found she was worth their time.
Narcissa parked the pushchair next to Ginny, and shared a proud look with her husband before they each turned their gaze over to their son who stood as erect as ever. Draco's fingers twitched ever so slightly, unnoticeable to those who weren't looking directly at them.
Then the Bridal Chorus started, and all eyes were on the bride as she took a nervous step, but her rush of anxiety went away with just one look at the man she loved. Their eyes locked and bore into each other's. As far as the both of them were considered, no one else was in the room at that moment.
Just as Hermione positioned herself in front of her fiancé, her heart leaping with excitement, ready to finally call this man her husband, there was a bolt of flashing light, and a voice shouted, "I object to this wedding!"
Sounds of shuffling, murmurs, whispers and protests started. Everyone looked to where the spell had come from, and there stood a woman with brunette hair at the entrance doors, breathing hard as if she had just ran a marathon.
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He was stunned. Well, everyone was stunned, but he was especially.
"Tori," Draco whispered to himself. He had invited Astoria to the wedding, but she never responded to the invitation. He supposed that she had been too busy with her career in the Ministry. He had long ago guessed that she was an Unspeakable, but that kind of info was kept classified, so he wasn't entirely sure, but the profession took a lot of time out of a person's life, not allowing much time for personal matters.
"Draco?" Hermione questioned, eyeing him over.
He glanced from Astoria to Hermione swallowing uneasily.
Lovely. Just-fucking-lovely. Nice timing, Tori, couldn't pick a better one!
Draco clasped his hands to Hermione's arms, squeezing them affectionately. "Would you mind if I spoke with her? Evidently there's something I need to take care of…"
Her eyes narrowed, but she sighed just the same and nodded. "Please hurry though. This is quite embarrassing…! And if you don't come back, you better make sure I can't find you!"
Draco leaned down to kiss her forehead. "I'll be back," he promised.
Indeed it was extremely embarrassing to turn around and walk away from the love of his life— even if it was for a few moments to speak privately with an old friend of the past.
The press was going to love this. He could picture the headlines now;
'Draco Malfoy nearly leaves Hermione Granger at the altar after an old flame of his enters the wedding, interrupting it in hopes of staking her claim to him.'
Draco, ignoring his now gossiping guests, stalked up the aisle and took Astoria by her upper arm, escorting her into a room nearby. He cast a spell on it so there was no eavesdropping.
"Seriously? After all these years, you pick this day to want to speak with me?!"
"Why?" the woman pathetically asked, tears in her eyes.
"Because she's my bondmate, Astoria. She has been for over a year, I might add!" he said exasperatedly. "And there's nothing you can say that will stop me from marrying her! She's the mother of my children— how could you embarrass me like this?! How can you embarrass my family?!"
"I don't mean why Granger," Astoria snapped, folding her arms over her chest. "I want to know why you turned me down! You were willing to be with anyone else, even a so called Mudblood, but not me? Why? Why not?! What is so wrong with me?!"
Draco's face softened, realizing that his rejecting Astoria had been eating away at her for all these years.
"Tori…" he breathed, his chest painfully pinching with regret of not having any idea that this had been bothering her for so long. "You never told me how much this mattered to you… You never responded to any of my owls..."
She looked away, tears slowly cascading down her face. "I was too… envious… of those girls... Besides, none of those owls were personal messages, they were all invitations to blasted parties and weddings."
"I'm sorry I hurt you… and at the time of the war, well, you know what was going on; I wasn't interested in anyone right then—"
"But afterward? When you paraded around with those sluts?!"
He sighed, rubbing his forehead in shame. "Yes, I was an arse… but those women were… sluts, yes, that fairly describes them actually; it was how I coped with… everything. And you…" he paused, looking at her gently. "Tori, Merlin, you deserved better than that. So much better. Better than what I was, and I knew it. I didn't want to damage you… You were… special; wonderful, everything I wasn't: kind, full of passion, innocent, soft, undamaged... I really hadn't intended to hurt you, I was only protecting you."
Astoria sniffed, looking him dead in the eye. "Well you did hurt me," she announced flatly.
"I'm truly sorry, but you and I aren't meant to be… You must understand that? I'm bonded, Tori."
She blinked, not answering him, and stepped up to him, putting a hand up to his cheek.
"I'm sorry…" Draco repeated meaningfully, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away. "I hope you can—" He didn't get to finish what he wanted to say. Her lips were against his before he knew it. It was a simple kiss, nothing more than a peck, but she still looked at him in complete hope after she had done it.
Draco stiffened, narrowing his eyes. "I don't love you like that, Tori," he said firmly. "And I would appreciate if you never touch me in such away again. I'm bonded to Hermione, and I'm sure by now you've read in the papers that it's a love bond; there's nothing you can do to change that."
Astoria's eyes fell to the floor, and she took a step back, nodding. "Muggle fairytales," she muttered shakily. "I just had this mere hope…"
Draco scoffed. "What do the bloody Muggles know about magic?"
She laughed softly. "Very little, so it appears."
"Or maybe I'm just not your one, true love," he said sympathetically, having some knowledge of Muggle fairytales.
Astoria nodded defeatedly. "Perhaps not… You've changed, you know," she told him with a sad smile. "I have always hoped that I would be the one to do that for you…"
"Love can do miraculous things. You'll find yours, Tori, don't give up faith."
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"And now, Mr. Draco Malfoy, you may kiss your witch," the hired officiant announced.
Draco pulled his now-wife to him and softly cupped her face with his hands, taking a moment to share a loving smile with Hermione. Not one to show intimate, public affection, he pressed his lips to hers and just as quickly pulled away.
"Boo…!" Their guests instantly criticized him, no doubt many of them had waited forever just for this part— it was a big thing for a Malfoy to do in front of people.
"What kind of kiss was that?!" George shouted.
"Yeah, ain't no man kisses his wife like that!" a man chimed in. "That's how we kiss our mothers!"
"You associate yourself with such a prudent bunch," Draco sarcastically muttered to his wife.
Hermione gently laughed and watched her father lean forward a little with his hands behind his back.
"Aye, but they are right, son, that was a pathetic kiss— how much do you supposedly love my daughter again?" There was a friendly glint in his eyes, showing that he was joking, but just the same, Draco's throat felt like it had swelled up, and the back of his ears felt a little warm.
"Kiss her, kiss her," Greg started up a chant, and the entire ballroom of people joined in, clapping along with the chant.
Even his mother and father was doing it…!
Draco snatched his wife by the waist and dunked her backward, making her shriek out in pure surprise. He claimed her gaping mouth with his, causing her to immediately go silent and wrap her arms around his neck, returning the gesture with the swipe of her tongue.
He ended it when their audience started hooting and whistling, the speed of their clapping had increased with their cheering.
"Now that's a kiss!" George complimented. "Merlin, turn on the fans! It's burning up in here!"
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The after party began with speeches made from those who were closest to the bride and groom. Obviously, Hermione had more people who were close to her, but Greg was first up, since he was the best man.
"I've known Draco since we were tots," he started off, standing at a podium that had been set up for this specific purpose. "I was never as smart as him, and I had always wished I had just half of what he did in all intellect, power, and status. After the war—"
He and Draco looked at each other for a moment, knowing specifically what he was talking about (or rather whom).
Greg continued, "—I realized he didn't have as much as I thought. The wealth, sure, but there's only so much that you can buy. We went our separate ways when he found out I wanted to marry a Muggle, but Hermione, you're so good for him. I know this has been said over again, I didn't think he'd ever get over his prejudice against Muggles, but you've changed him. Just look at him…!" Greg extended an arm out, gesturing to Draco who raised his hand up, acknowledging the directed attention. "You can see it in his eyes alone!"
A murmur of agreement washed over the crowd.
"Thank you, Greg," Draco addressed, clearing his throat to add to his response. "We can thank some of it on the bond though." He brushed his thumb over Hermione's hand that he held between them where they sat.
"I want to thank you, Hermione, for getting my friend back and changing him for the better." He glanced over at Lucius who sat near Draco. "You also worked some magic with Mr. Malfoy—"
Everyone began clapping, supporting the changes that the eldest Malfoy had done. By now, they had heard the efforts he had gone through to get Hermione's parents to the wedding.
Lucius made a simple nod, not showing how he felt either way, blank as ever.
Ginny was up next.
"Not meaning to sound like a broken record here, but after the war, after watching people readjust their lives to a new one filled with hope and dreams, fear was no longer present, I started to believe that there is good in everyone. When we found out that Draco Malfoy was Scorpius's father, I won't lie and say we weren't upset. He had changed, yes, we knew that, but he still had this indescribable... aura around him. Not necessarily a bad, evil, or even a dark one, but everyone knows that Malfoys get what they want, and it was made clear that Scorpius was indeed wanted. Who wouldn't want such an adorable baby?
"I had faith in you, Draco though. From the moment we found out, I knew you would treat it differently than those before you would have." She tipped her head to him, a gesture that the Weasley family didn't do anymore, for it was 'old school', but it was a sign of respect that she knew that the Malfoy family used often. "Thank you, Draco Malfoy, for not being the foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach you used to be in school."
She earned a laugh from the guests with that.
"I admit, it was incredibly hard to not react like I would have in the past," he responded with a chuckle, half-jokingly, also getting a laugh. "And thank you for believing in me." He tipped his own head at her, causing her to smile.
"I'm just so happy it all worked out!" Ginny beamed, then she let Luna have her turn.
"I just came here for the snacks," Luna said with a melody, making Hermione wonder if it was a joke. It was always hard to tell when she was joking. "And the dress. Gorgeous dress, Hermione, thank you."
"You're welcome, Luna," Hermione said, trying to keep a giggle at bay.
"The spurtockets might eat the material though, so you may wish to charm it. I have a few spells I can show you."
"Of course, that would be wonderful."
"Alright. You two will have a perfect and happy life," Luna continued. "I hope you can create more beautiful babies—"
There was a shout from the crowd; a woman agreed with Luna on this.
"No, just two's good enough," Draco said, chuckling nervously.
"I was reading a book on grudvipers, and it advised that any more than two children was a good number, but not in an odd amount, such as three, five or seven, they love stalking homes with an odd number of children."
"Okay, Luna, time for Zabini's turn," Neville announced. If he didn't stop her now, she'd stand there all night.
"Happy wedding to the Granger-Malfoy family." She touched two fingers to her lips and kissed them.
There was a soft, quiet applause that followed Luna's speech.
"I wasn't as close to Draco as he wanted me to be when we were younger. I distanced myself from many of my peers, desperate to get through school and be done with it. But years later, when I needed his help the most, Draco was there for me. I don't know why he helped me— I didn't do much for him in school, but he was there for me, with no strings attached, and let me tell you, that's abnormal for a Slytherin." Blaise waited for the guests to quiet down as each one reacted in their own way to that; laughs, nods, chuckles, murmurs of agreements.
"Draco saved my life," Blaise said, gazing at him with such admiration. "He saved my family, he took my girls in when no one else would. He helped me with some personal problems I had, and he and Hermione both discovered what my ex was doing to my girls. I owe him— I owe them. I cannot thank you enough." He bowed his head low.
"Anytime, Blaise," Hermione said, returning the action.
"No problem, mate. Thank you for all you have done for me."
Blaise nodded to Draco's own gratefulness. "Forever in your debt," he added emotionally before stepping down from the podium. He walked straight to Tracy who embraced him into a lengthy hug.
The guests clapped before it was Harry's turn.
"Well," Harry started uneasily, never one for making speeches. "Almost everyone here knows the past Mal—Draco and I have. The first day I meant him, I couldn't stand him. He reminded me too much of my cousin, Dudley—"
Draco had to keep himself from wincing. Everyone by now knew about Dudley Dursley.
"—oddly enough, Dudley has changed too, and I commend both my cousin and Draco for finding the ability to just… take the risk and live life the way you know is the right way. I know you treat Hermione with decency and respect, and she most definitely does the same for you."
Harry paused here to take a breath. "I'm going to honest here," he said slowly, carefully eyeing Hermione with a tiny grin. "When I first met Hermione, I couldn't stand her either." There were gasps around the room, everyone was shocked by the statement.
Hermione ducked her head in embarrassment, slightly laughing. "It's true!" she confirmed, wondering how they didn't already know this.
"She was brilliant, but you do remember her when she first got to Hogwarts, don't you?" Harry asked those in the room who had gone to school with her.
"She didn't get the nickname 'Know-It-All' for nothing," Draco said, squeezing Hermione's hand.
"Bossy," Ron added off to the side of the podium.
"No sense of humour!" George spoke up.
"When did this turn into a Hermione roast?!" Hermione demanded light-heartedly.
And then they all laughed.
"We were dumb boys who took a while to adjust to dealing with girls, but once we gave her a chance, we had a friend for life. Thank you for being there for us, Hermione. Thank you for everything. Merlin knows what the world would be without you."
As he stepped down from the podium, he received the loudest applause of all, but it was no surprise, given who he was.
Ron was next.
"Hermione will always be a dear friend of mine. She was my first love, and I was hers— not that anything can take away what she has with Malfoy," he added quickly at Draco's narrowing eyes. "She always amazed me, even when she annoyed me the most. She was wickedly scary, I don't know how many times I nearly wet myself when I did something stupid to piss her off—which was a lot." He smiled when the people laughed at this.
"You and I may never be friends, Malfoy, but you do have my respect. I see how she looks at you, and how you look back at her, I know you love her, I've seen and heard what you've done for her, and I am pleased that she has found someone like you to spend the rest of her life with. I want to thank you ahead of time for making my friend happy."
Draco gave Ron a simple nod, and started off the clapping this time, truly respecting Ron's speech.
It was now time for Draco's parents to make their speeches.
Lucius stood stoically at the podium, thoroughly thinking over what he was about to say. "I have no doubt in my mind how surprised everyone here is about my transformation. You probably wonder why, perhaps you are thinking that I'm scheming behind the scenes, waiting to make my move. You won't believe me when I say this: I'm expecting nothing. I don't want anything.
"I wrongfully raised my son to believe that the common people were beneath him, and that the Muggles and their magical offsprings should be removed from the face of the Earth…" He cleared his throat and took a moment to let that sink in. "I was young and thick, going only by what my own father had taught me. Surviving two wars taught me something: my views of people were wrong. For a child to be born to a Muggle and have such… power, more knowledge than any one of her peers, that is simply astonishing in itself. If I had been less narrow-minded, I would have seen it sooner; alas, it took nearly the death of my son to understand how wrong I really was.
"I'm proud of you, Draco. I am amazed with how well you have grown into such a thriving, likeable, responsible man— I honestly doubted that you had these qualities, once fearing that I had spoiled you just a bit too much."
"Just a bit," Draco chuckled, feeling a little uncomfortable with his father's public confessions.
"Hermione, I wish you could realize just how special you are to him and us," Lucius said, speaking about he and his wife. "You and I still have some mild disagreements on certain issues, but I would not trade you in for another.
"Together, you have given us two wonderful, high-spirited grandchildren, and I'm pleased to have you as a part of the Malfoy family." He tipped his head to both his son and daughter-in-law. "I wish you many years of happiness."
If it were at all possible, Lucius got a louder applause than Harry did.
Hermione jumped up from her seat and hurried over to Lucius, hugging him. "I'm honoured, Lucius," she said, no one else but himself could hear what she had just said. "Thank you for such a warm welcome."
He tapped her back. "It's Narci's turn now," he told her in a hushed tone, his hint that she should go sit back down. He nearly rolled his eyes at the cameramen who couldn't resist taking a picture of the scene.
Hermione swiftly wiped her eyes with the tips of her fingers and returned to her seat.
Narcissa was a little more relaxed than her husband was when she approached the podium.
"Murmada!" Scorpius called out from Emily's lap, waving at Narcissa.
"Hello, darling," she cooed, gracefully wiggling her fingers at the boy.
"I've been fascinated with Hermione since Draco started talking about her— the Christmas holiday of his first year. Back then, I obviously disapproved of a Muggleborn being permitted into Hogwarts, but I could tell, if Draco couldn't get the girl off his mind, even if he despised her, then she must really be something. Like his father, my son doesn't focus on petty, useless things. I knew Hermione Granger was special. Deep down, my son probably did also.
"Secretly, I rooted for her the entire time. If every Muggleborn was like her, we probably would never have had such a foul opinion about them. She put those who were born into Magical families to shame. And I believe that was the reason that Draco had been so upset with her. She was something he should have been able to have, to associate with— at the very least— and their different blood types prevented that. It wasn't very fair to them at all.
"I'm glad that our society is changing, and I'm going to keep fighting along side with Hermione and the rest of my family, and anyone else who wishes to promote change. Together we can put a stop to discrimination, carving a better future for our children and planet."
The group of invited house-elves started cheering, and they began passing out Freedom Fighters buttons and brochures.
"Please, if you would, look over those when you go home tonight, anyone is welcome to join our organization.
"I'm proud of you, Draco," Narcissa said, tears filling up her eyes. "You've turned into a man that your sweet children can legitimately admire. I can't express how happy I am for you.
"And Hermione, darling, the daughter I always dreamed about having, thank you ever so much for your kindness, inspiration, and thoughtfulness. Without you, so many of us would be lost…" With that, she stepped down, unable to speak anymore.
And while the crowd reacted to Narcissa's speech, the two witches, Narcissa and Hermione, met, hugging each other, trying so desperately not to cry.
"I love you, Hermione," the older woman said and kissed her forehead. "Do you realize this?"
"Yes, and I love you too!" Hermione struggled to get out.
"May I make a speech?" Liam asked Draco, raising up from his seat.
"Of course."
"Hello," he greeted, smiling freely once he was standing at the podium. "I don't know many of you, and a couple of you I have only met a few times in my life." He waved to Arthur. "I'm what you call a Muggle, Hermione's father, Liam Granger. And some of this is quite confusing to me, but it's so lovely to witness the massive amount of support that my amazing daughter has in this interesting society of yours.. It sounds like you chaps had a few rough years, but you were able to pull together and create a lovely, safe place to live.
"As the others before me have said, this young man here, whom I have never had the pleasure in meeting before this very day, appears to love and respect my sweetpea. I do not think that her mother and I could not ask for a better person. I look forward to getting to know you and your family, Draco— we'll try not to be too weird around you." Liam laughed and returned to the table, stepping behind Hermione and kissing the top of her head.
"Congratulations, sweetpea."
"Thanks, Dad." She stretched up to kiss his cheek.
Lucius then whispered something to Draco, and the latter nodded his head, calling out to Toogy to fetch 'the gift'.
By now, word had spread around, and Hermione knew that it was tradition for the Malfoy men to gift their brides with a snow globe.
She anticipated the design he had chosen, eager to have the gift presented to her for weeks now.
Toogy set it down on the table, right in front of Hermione. It stood about ten inches tall with what she guessed was a six inch round globe. The base of it was made of rosewood, 'Hermione Granger-Malfoy' had been carved into it.
Black swirls swarmed inside it, looking like a disastrous storm cloud.
"Touch the glass," her husband whispered against her ear, tickling it.
Hermione placed both hands on it and removed them when the swirls picked up speed, spinning around and around. Red, dripping words began appearing, one sentence at a time, hovering in the clouded storm for a few seconds before the next one appeared.
No one will miss me when I'm gone
Not after all the evil things I have done
Around me a blackness will always be
I'd call for help, but no one will save me
You are the light, and I will follow
You let me lose all of my shadow
You are the sun, my morning tea
Your laugh, your smile, makes my veins pulse with glee.
I'll never know what the future will bring
But with you here, I can do anything.
You help me like no one else has
And because of you, my heart will last
With each sentence, the swirls became lighter, and by the ending verse of the poem, the blackness had changed into a beautiful, sky blue colour, accommodated with puffs of white.
"It's beautiful, Draco," she whispered, tears blurring her vision. She turned to him, hugging him. "Thank you."
"You mean everything to me," he said into her ear. "I love you more than the sun and the moon."
She pulled back and kissed him, not caring that there were probably a hundred people watching. Her mother cleared her throat a moment later, causing Hermione to come back down to Earth. "Sorry," she chuckled.
Something erupted from Draco's throat, sounding between a growl and a purr. For a moment, he looked a little dazed.
"Music please," he requested, standing up, pulling his wife with him. "Let's get this party started, love."
AN: Draco's poem lyrics inspired by:
'If You're Not the One' by Daniel Beddingfield
'Boom Clap' by Charli XCX
The first verse is entirely my own.
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