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Nature's Cruelty: Sequel to Earth Shattering	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4870 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That right goes to the AMAZING JK Rowling. No profit is made off this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Flight
- 3-News
- 4-Secrets
- 5-Fireworks
- 6-Broken
- 7-Zoo
- 8-Tremble
- 9-Danger
- 10-Loss
- 11-Cruelty
- 12-Hope
- 13-Epilogue
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter 6- Broken
Tuesday, July 4th, 2006 11:42pm
The room continued to shake as Draco held on to Hermione like it was the last thing he would ever do. The violent quake brought them to the floor and is scared him more than anything in his life. The earthquake only lasted for about fifteen seconds, but it felt like forever to him.
Sitting with his back against the bed, Draco held Hermione as tight as he could; frozen in fear and refusing to let go as he stared ahead at nothing. The traumatic memories of when Malfoy Tech. was hit, raced through his mind and it was the only thing he could focus on. He thought he was over the PTSD the healers at St. Mungo diagnosed him with. Apparently, he was wrong.
“Draco.” Hermione whispered into his chest. “Draco, I can’t breathe, please let go of me.”
Snapping partially out of his trance, Draco released his hold on her and Hermione sucked in a deep breath. He didn’t even realize he was holding on to her so tightly. All he knew was how terrified he was.
“Draco…” Hermione began as she lightly touched his arm. “Are you okay?
Completely breaking from his trance, Draco startled at her touch.
“What…the fuck…was that?”
“An…an earthquake.” she claimed calmly.
Draco turned his head to her and furrowed his brows.
“An earthquake? A bloody earthquake? You said this city wasn’t on that fault-thing! How the fuck did an earthquake just happen?” he stated in anger.
“Well there are smaller fault lines around the area. I didn’t think they would shift to the extent that they just did.”
“You didn’t- You didn’t think? Are you kidding me!” he stated as he moved to stand up.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know they could get that strong.” Hermione reached out a hand to touch him again.
Flinching away from her, Draco placed a hand on his forehead and began walking out to the balcony.
“Just…don’t. I have had enough surprises of one day.”
Opening the balcony doors, he stepped out and leaned over the railing. Taking in a deep breath he lifted his head and looked out to the dark black ocean that seemed completely unfazed by the shaking of the earth just moments ago.
Draco could hear Hermione bustling about in the bedroom behind him as she used her wand to fix the broken and fallen furniture. Ignoring her, he looked back to the ocean and lowered his head. A few minutes later, Hermione walked up next to him and he could practically feel the holes burning into his skin from her stare.
“What?” he stated in annoyance.
“Are you okay?”
Draco snapped his head up and gave Hermione a sour look.
“Do I look okay to you? What the bloody hell kind of question is that?”
Hermione lowered her head and turned to rest her arms on the railing.
“I’m sorry…for today. For everything. I guess the muggle saying is true; when it rains, it pours.” She turned her head to him and let out a small sigh. “Can we…can we just start over?”
Letting out a breath through his nose, Draco backed away from the railing and took a seat on one of the patio chairs sitting behind him. He lowered his head to hands as he rested his elbows on his knees.
“I don’t know, Hermione. I want to forget this day ever happened but too much shit just went down.”
Hermione positioned her body to face him as her face fell to sadness.
“I just…Draco, I can’t control my emotions right now, they have a mind of their own, just like I can’t control the earth. I didn’t know that quake would happen, let alone be strong enough to…to bring back painful memories.”
“It was like I was back there.” He interrupted with a whisper. “I felt the building crumble below us and I saw you fall again…It felt so real, Hermione.” He raised his head from his hands and looked at her with somber eyes “I can’t go through that again- I can’t go back to the day.”
Hermione took a few steps forward and crouched in front of him. She took both his hands in hers and tilted her head to meet his eyes.
“Draco, I am right here. I’m not going anywhere. I am okay.”
“Are you?” he furrowed his brows once more. “Because you are so back and forth with everything, I am fully expecting you to snap on me again.”
Reaching a hand up, Hermione cupped his face and raised his eyes to her.
“Why would I snap on you again? I said everything I needed to and I think you did too. We can fix this. We are Malfoy’s after all.” She smiled softly.
Draco raised his eyes fully to her before looking away in shame.
“Hermione I-” he shook his head and removed his hands from hers before standing up and walking back to the railing.
“Please tell me you’re not hiding something else from me?” she asked in almost a plea.
“I can’t do this.”
“Do what? Be my husband? You’re the one who asked to marry me, remember?”
“That is not what I mean.” He claimed in aggravation and turned around to face her. “I don’t want children…I never did.”
Hermione looked taken back at his statement and Draco felt that he needed to further explain. But Hermione cut him off before he even had a chance to start.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before you married me? Why say it now after I announce that I am carrying your child?”
“I didn’t really think it was relevant until now.”
“But you love James like he was your own son! You spoil him like no other child I know!”
“Because he’s not mine! I love the little demon spawn, yes, but that is because I am not his father. I can’t be a father, Hermione; I don’t know how.”
“No one knows how. It’s a learn as you go process.”
“I don’t want to learn; simple as that! I am happy it being just us and I am happy not being responsible for how horrible that little offspring will turn out!”
“You think that I would let my child grow up to be like you!” she spat.
Draco’s eyes widen and his mouth slowly opened in shock at her statement. He couldn’t believe that she would sink as low as to insult him like that. But not just insult him, hurt him; in the one place he was the most weakest.
Brushing past her, he made his way through the room and out the bedroom door.
“Draco!” she called out to him as she began chasing after him “Draco I didn’t mean it like that!”
“Piss off, Hermione!”
“Draco, I didn’t mean it the way it came out!”
Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, Draco spun his body around so quickly, Hermione almost ran into him as she stopped on the bottom step.
“You meant it exactly how you said it.” his eyes darkened as his anger boiled over “Just because I don’t want children does not give you the bleeding right to insult me like that! You have no idea the shit I went through growing up-”
“You were a bully, Draco. We all know that; that is all I meant by what I said.” She expressed as she slumped her shoulders. “I just meant that I wouldn’t let our child become one too.”
“Read my lips, so that you can fully understand what I am trying to say. I don’t fucking want children!”
“Well you don’t really have a choice now do you!”
“You really think that I don’t have a fucking choice here? I have more money than Merlin! You think that just because you’re pregnant that I am going to want that thing! I can leave any damn time I want and be perfectly fine!
“Godric, you will never change! Who am I kidding! You will always be that self-righteous, pretentious, stuck up, ferret! Just like your father!”
“Wow…So that is what you really think of me?”
“To the bloody tee!”
Draco furrowed his brows once more and decided to not hold back anymore. He was done with everything, and he was done with her.
“Fine then. If that is what you really think, than why the fuck are we married?”
“You tell me!” she stated as she crossed her arms.
“You know what, Granger? FUCK OFF!”
With that, Draco turned on his heels and stormed into the living room.
“I will not! You don’t get to tell me what to do!” she claimed taking the final step off the stairs.
Sucking in a deep breath, as he tried to hold back saying something he would regret, Draco turned back to her while he clenched his jaw tight.
“You want to go home so badly! Fine! Go right ahead! I won’t stop you! In fact, why don’t we both just go home and go our separate ways! I am sure my mother would be happy to hear about how her son finally got the clingy, know-it-all, bookworm, off his arm!”
“Merlin’s beard! You are such a childish brat!”
“And you are nothing but a filthy little Mudblood!”
Hermione instantly froze and stared at him horrified. He knew he went too far but there was no taking it back. He was appalled at himself for stooping so low but he was tired of fighting and he was tired of no one understanding him. He just wanted to be left alone and nothing he said or did would make her stop arguing with him. He had no choice but to say the one thing he knew would get her to shut up.
“You want control again? Than do us both a favor, Granger. Go home…and leave me alone.”
Draco took two steps back before turning on his heels slowly and walked out of the Villa. He headed towards the beach with his hands in his pockets, fully aware that he just ruined his own marriage. And he knew, there was absolutely no way of fixing it.
As he finished crossing the small pier, he began walking through the sand closer to the water. As the waves splashed across the wet beach, he took a seat near the edge of the water line and looked up to the sky in disappointment.
He couldn’t tell Hermione that she was right and the reason he didn’t want kids, or really wasn’t ready, was because he was scared; scared of having them turn out just like him. Scared that they will end up having the same childhood he had growing up-no matter how hard he would try to prevent that.
Truth was, he did want that baby growing inside his wife’s womb. But he couldn’t feel excited because he knew it would turn out to be just like every other Malfoy in his family; a cold, cruel, slimy Slytherin. Alone and bitter, in a world where everyone was a fake friend or not a friend at all. His name alone would put his child in danger of either being bullied, or being the bully.
Lowering his head to his arms that were resting on his knees, Draco tried to hold back the gut wrenching heartache he was feeling.
He didn’t want his child to grow up with hardships he faced, and after the war, he decided he would never have kids. He even went as far as to make sure that every night Hermione was spelled with a contraceptive charm to prevent pregnancy. She didn’t know he was doing it and he knew it was wrong of him, but he couldn’t risk it. It boggled his mind as to how she even got pregnant in the first place. He was always so careful and he never once forgot to do the charm on time.
As Draco continued to ponder over the major fuck up he called life, he was completely unaware of the small meteor shower happening above him. It wasn’t until he heard loud pops of fireworks going off, that he was pulled from his thoughts and looked up.
He was confused as to why a meteor shower was happening when there were no indications that one was supposed to occur. But that was the extent of his thoughts on it, before he was brought back to the reality of his love life. This was a moment he should have shared with Hermione; where they would cuddle on a blanket as they watched the stars fall, and made love under the black sky.
He knew they weren’t actually stars falling to the earth, but they looked enough like them to him. Either way, it was moment he was missing with the love of his life. The woman he basically forced to leave him. He had no idea if she would even still be there by the time he gained enough courage to walk back into the Villa. But there was absolutely no way she would forgive him for anything he did today.
And no amount of wishing on falling stars, was going to fix what he broke.
Wednesday, July 5th, 2006 08:33am
Hermione stepped out of the long shower that soothed her aching muscles. But no matter how long she had stayed under the hot water, it refused to soothe her broken heart.
She didn’t want to believe that Draco called her the one word he promised to never call her again. The word he told her not to ever call herself, and the one he even fired an employee over. But she knew he didn’t mean it. She could tell in the way he said it; like he hated himself before the words even left his lips.
Last night brought out the worst in both of them, but Hermione was determined not to let one horrible night, ruin the rest of their life together. She knew Draco well enough to know that he was not trying to hurt her. She pushed him too far and she hated her hormones for that. She just wanted to move forward and put the past behind her.
After Hermione finished getting dressed, she made her way down to the kitchen to start breakfast. She brought out the eggs, bacon, and sausages; fully prepared to make Draco a full English breakfast as a way of saying sorry.
Once she was almost finished, she charmed the food to stay warm and washed her hands. She walked to the double glass doors leading out to the beach and grasped the handles gently. Taking in a deep and long breath, Hermione held it for a few seconds before letting the air out slowly. Opening the doors, she began walking down the wooden pier to the warm sandy beach.
She saw Draco in the distance, close to the water, throwing shells into the sea. She wondered if he slept out there the whole night; or if he even slept at all. She certainly had a hard time falling asleep without him next to her.
Coming up on him, she felt the cool morning breeze billow through her hair, helping calm the anxiety building with in her.
“Draco?” she began softly.
Draco flinched slightly at the sound of his name and turned his head to see who called for him. It was the first time in a long while, that Hermione had seen him so broken. His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were flushed and bruised; like he had been constantly wiping at his face with his sleeve. The grey’s of his eyes were soft and filled with sorrow as his lips where cracking under the morning suns heat.
“What are you still doing here? I thought you would have been long gone by now.” he stated with a small huff before turning back to continue throwing shells into the water.
“Did you sleep out here?”
He stayed silent and Hermione wondered if she could find a way to not start another fight. It was too soon and she was so tired of the stress it caused.
“I made breakfast for us.” Her voice was low and kind as she prayed she wouldn’t say the wrong thing to set him off.
“There is no us, Hermione. I made sure to fuck that right up.” He shook his head in disappointment then angrily threw a small shell as hard as he could into the crashing waves.
Hermione took a few steps closer before flattening her rose covered sundress behind her and took a seat next to him. She crossed her ankles out in front her and started playing with the tips of her fingers. Draco looked over at her, and from the corner of her eye, she could see the confusion written all over his face.
“Draco, I love you.” she began, finally finding the right words to say “I will always love you. Last night…well it happened and it shouldn’t have.” She looked up to meet his perfect grey eyes “I am sorry, for everything I said. I wish I could take it back, I really do. I didn’t mean to push you so far.”
Draco continued to stay silent as she watched him search her face. Taking another breath, Hermione turned to look out into the water and watched as a seagull dove for a fish far out into the vast, endless, blue, ocean.
“Last night was a mistake,” She continued “one I hope never happens again…but we both know it will because that is what couples do, they fight… We are two complete opposites and I get that we are not always going to agree on the same thing.” She turned back to meet his eyes with pleading ones of her own “I don’t want that one mistake to ruin us. We have been through too much to give up on each other. I understand that you wanted to protect more than just me and I understand why you hid the truth from me. I also know that…that having a child is not something you want-”
“I’m not ready.” He finally cut in.
“I know…I just-we just, need to talk it over, but not today; not while we are like this….I would like to know more of your reasoning behind your decision, but I want you to know that I am not giving up this baby. No matter how much you disagree.”
Draco opened his mouth to retort but Hermione held up a hand to stop him.
“I don’t want to talk about it all right now, okay? We have plenty of time to figure things out. For now, I just want you back. I want my husband back. I want us to be okay. I love you too much to walk away from you. It took me so long to get you, I am not willing to throw it all away because of things that are out of our control.”
“But I called you a mud…a mud-”
“A mudblood.” She finished for him.
She could almost feel his body tense up at the word and that is exactly when she knew he never meant to call her that foul name.
“I didn’t mean it.” he continued as he turned back to face the ocean and lowered his head. “I was angry and I felt bombarded by everything. It was the only way to get you off my back.”
“Draco?” she lifted a hand and placed it between his shoulder blades “We were both in the wrong on how we handled everything last night, but,” she moved her body to place herself on her knees and rested her hands on his bicep. “We love each other. We got married for a reason and it wasn’t so we could let our first big fight destroy us. Can we find a way to move past this and be okay again?”
“I don’t know, Mione. We both said some nasty things to each other.”
“And I am truly sorry for-”
Draco held up a finger, stopping her mid-sentence.
“But you are right…I do love you. Mione, I will never stop loving you. But all I do is break things; my family, my friendships, my life…you. I keep finding way to fuck us up and I don’t want to do it anymore.”
“No one is perfect. I certainly am not. But Draco, we aren’t broken…just, I don’t know, slightly bent.”
Draco chuckled softly and it gave Hermione a little bit of hope that they were moving in the right direction.
“Bent…but not broken.” He repeated in a whisper.
“Bent, but not broken.” She smiled “Come on, I have a full English breakfast waiting for you; your favorite.”
Hermione began standing up and reached down to help him up. Once he was standing, she let go of him and began to turn to walk back up to the Villa, but Draco reached out a hand, stopping her in her tracks. As she turned back to face him, her lips met his and she quickly melted into him.
Placing her arms around his neck, Draco pulled her in closer. Lifting her up, Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist while their kiss grew deeper and more passionate. But they weren’t fighting for dominance like normal. This time, they kissed like they were falling in love all over again. Like their first kiss; a kiss with meaning and depth to it.
But as their kiss grew stronger, Hermione could feel a burning sensation across her skin. Like someone was staring at them, refusing to look away. She broke away from Draco’s lips and turned her head to the right, fully expecting someone to be standing on the beach. But no one was there and it confused her greatly.
“What’s wrong?” Draco asked, setting her down gently.
Hermione continued to look in the direction she felt the piercing eyes, but still no one could be seen.
“Hermione? Love? What’s wrong?” he asked again, but this time also looking where she was.
“I thought…I thought someone was watching us.”
“There’s no one there. But who cares,” He grinned as he turned her face back to him and lowered his head “let ‘em look.”
Hermione tilted her head up and let his lips meet hers once more. But the strange feeling of being watched creeped up her neck and she couldn’t bring herself to feel comfortable out in the open.
“Can we go back inside? Please? I am getting an uneasy feeling out here.”
Draco raised brow at her but nodded his head and reached for her hand. Leading her back to the Villa, Hermione looked over her shoulder in fear that they were being followed, but still, not a soul other than them was present.
Making it back into the Villa, Hermione walked to the kitchen and began plating up the food while Draco poured them both some tea. Sitting down at the round glass dining table, they began to eat. But it wasn’t long before Hermione felt a small tingle between her legs.
She knew most women didn’t get a high sex drive until their second trimester, but normally that was due to feeling like garbage in the first, with morning sickness. She assumed it helped that she knew Draco would not care how gross she was to want her. He was always good at making her feel beautiful, even when she was sick as a dog.
But looking at her husband from across the table, she couldn’t help but eye his strong athletic build. He wasn’t overly buff; just enough to look like he worked out. He still had a Seekers body and no matter how hard she tried to look away from him, she couldn’t. His white dress shirt, which he hadn’t changed out of yet from the night before, was unbuttoned just enough that she could see the top of his chest.
All Hermione wanted to do in that moment was rip the shirt open the rest of the way, so she could stare in awe at his abs. Unconsciously, she bit her bottom lip while she undressed him with her eyes. Not even aware that Draco looked up from his plate and watched in confusion as she eyed him in a lecherous way.
Hermione rubbed her legs together as the sexual intensity of wanting him took over her body. Still holding her fork in her hand, she titled her head as she continued to imagine him taking her right then and there on the table.
Draco looked around the room before looking back to her with a perplexed look.
“Hermione?” he questioned, snapping her out of her lust filled daze.
Shaking her head, she stabbed her fork into a piece of sausage and took a bite.
“Yeah?” she asked in returned, trying to hide the fact that she was staring at her husband like he was on the front cover of Only Wizards Weekly. A new magazine Ginny was obsessed with; filled with very flattering moving pictures of shirtless wizard models.
“Um…are you alright?”
“Yeah. Why would I not be alright?” she asked with a small laugh, failing to pretend that nothing happened as she took another bite of her breakfast.
“Well uh, you were just staring at me like you wanted to rip me apart…but not in a bad way.”
“Don’t be silly, I was not.”
“So I was just imagining that you were eye raping me and most likely picturing me taking you on this table?”
Hermione’s head snapped up and her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
“I-I um-What? No! Don’t be absurd! This table is hardly sturdy enough to hold the weight of both of us and if I really wanted to have sex with you, I would just do it.”
Draco pushed his chair back as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. He walked over to her and stood behind her as Hermione’s stomach started to flutter. Bending down, he brushed his lips against her ear while he began running his fingers against the back of her neck; causing goosebumps to rise all over her body.
“That’s what I was thinking.” He whispered seductively in her ear “My wife would take what she wanted not just stare in awe.”
Hermione gulped and quickly stood up. She grabbed both plates off the table and made her way to the kitchen sink.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She claimed while her pinkish cheeks turned a dark crimson.
She tucked her hair behind her ear while Draco smirked and began unbuttoning his shirt, showing his skin and causing her breath to catch in her throat.
“What are you doing?” she asked as she looked away and turned on the water to start cleaning up the dishes.
“Oh nothing.” he shrugged “I need to get out of these clothes. They are all sandy."
Completely removing his shirt, he tossed it to floor and began to unbuckle his belt as he moved to the living room area. Hermione watched him as the tingle in her lower region grew stronger. She bit her bottom lip once more and tried her hardest to focus on something else. She knew he was baiting her and she would be damned if she was to give in to him.
Draco finished undoing his belt and ever so gracefully, pulled it from the loops and dropped it to the floor. She couldn’t look away. His bare back faced her and all she wanted to do was pounce on him. She moved closer to him without even realizing she was doing do. She was now about two feet away from him and she could smell his scent as is seeped out of his skin. It was like an aphrodisiac to her and she wanted more.
Still facing away from her, Draco undid his pants and began pulling them down, leaving him in just his Slytherin green boxers. Kicking his pants to the side, he turned around and smirked when he saw how close she was.
Once more, Hermione bit her lower lip as she took in her husband’s bare body.
“If you keep staring like that, I am going to have to think that you have gone mental.”
But Hermione didn’t hear him. All she heard was the pounding of her own heart as the desire for him grew past its peak.
Flinging herself on to him, Draco stumbled backwards slightly while his arms wrapped around her waist. She heard him let off a laugh and she honestly thought, it was the best sound in the world. Nothing compared to when he was happy and she wanted to keep making him happy for as long as she lived.
Pressing her lips to his, Hermione opened her mouth and let Draco flick his tongue around hers. After righting himself, Draco picked her up and carried her over to the couch. Gently laying her down, he pulled away from her lips and smiled lovingly down at her.
Hermione relaxed as he stared down at her; like he was seeing her for the first time. She opened her mouth to tell him how much she loved him, when Draco placed a finger to her lips and leaned down to her ear.
“I know you want control…but you really should just let me love you, Hermione.”
She turned her head slightly, just like she did the first time he went to kiss her in the hospital. Their lips lightly brushed against each other as their breaths warmed both their skin. Hermione lifted her eyes to his before lowering them back down to his lips.
“Okay.” She whispered softly.
“Okay.” He smiled before connecting his lips to hers.
Draco pressed deeper into her and Hermione let off a small moan as she reached a hand up and began to run her fingers through his hair. She sucked in a breath as he ran his fingers down her leg and lifted the hem of her sun dress up.
She raised her hips as Draco hooked his fingers around her panties and began pulling them down. He tossed them to the side and put his hand back on her leg; caressing her skin, making goosebumps reappear all over her body.
He broke away from their kiss but kept his face just inches from hers as she parted her legs for him. He inserted a finger gently into her core, making her close her eyes and release a soft moan. As he began to tenderly pump his finger in and out, Hermione cupped his face and brought his lips fully back to hers.
Her breath became heavy as Draco continued to delicately please her with just a single finger. But the motion wasn’t enough. She needed more and Draco, seemed to know exactly what she wanted, without her even saying a word.
He removed his finger from her center and broke the kiss while he positioned himself completely above her. He never removed his boxers as he pulled himself out and aligned himself against her. Hermione bucked her hips lightly, impatiently waiting for him to enter her.
Draco reconnected the kiss hard, causing her breath catch while leaving her lips bruised. In the same motion, he entered her slowly making her moan deeply into him. She noticed that he wasn’t moving fast or in desperation like normal. This time, he was moving slow and compassionately; creating a tranquil sensation that ran though out her veins.
Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist as he entangled his fingers through her hair. He began humping against her, brushing her clit with every thrust as he began to make love to her. She had never felt so loved in all her life as she did in that moment.
After a few minutes of slowly pumping against her wet center, Hermione began rubbing her legs up and down his as he continued to thrust, creating euphoria across both their bodies, he lower his left hand and wrapped it around the lower half of her body to bring her hips closer to him. The pressure of his body against hers as he humped her slowly and softly, caused her to clench her legs tight as the vibrant tingling of her climax, rose to the surface.
Letting off a loud and sensual moan, Hermione fell apart beneath him. Draco only released slightly from her lips as she crumbled around him in ecstasy. And it was only seconds later, while she continued to ride on cloud nine, that Draco spilled himself into her.
Breathing hard into each other’s mouths, they looked at each other as if that moment, was the last one they would ever have.
But the moment was interrupted by a knock on the front door. The couple looked at each other in confusion before Hermione slapped a hand to her forehead in realization.
“Crap! What time is it?” She asked lifting her head to try and look at the clock on the oven in the kitchen behind them.
“09:34.” He replied looking up at the clock.
“Shit!”
“What?” He asked as he removed himself from inside her.
“I completely forgot about the Zoo!”
“The Zoo?...Oh shit!” he freaked as he stood up and grabbed his pants off the floor.
“Just…go get in the shower and I’ll get the door.”
Draco grabbed the rest of his clothes off the floor and ran up the stairs to the bedroom. Hermione stood up and moved to go to the door when she saw her panties on the floor. Another knock was heard so she yelled out that she would be right there, as she grabbed her panties and put them back on.
Fixing her dress and hair, she quickly grabbed her wand and cleansed the couch of their lovemaking. After she was done, she walked to the door and opened it.
“WE ARE READY FOR THE ZOO!” Steven yelled as the door swung open.
Hermione gave a large smile to the young Slytherin as she stepped out of the way to let the brothers through.
“Did you feel that earthquake last night, Hermione?” Steven asked as he skipped through the entry way to the living room.
“I did.” She replied still smiling.
“It was wicked!” he claimed while turning on the TV and plopping himself on the couch.
“I wouldn’t really say wicked.” She stated, moving to the kitchen to finish cleaning up the dishes.
“Where’s Draco?” Jason asked as he took a seat on the bar stool in front of the island.
“Oh, he is taking a quick shower. Long night. The earthquake brought back a lot of bad memories.”
“Ah. I hope he’s okay.”
“He’s fine…We are both,” she paused for a moment and let out a small sigh “We are both fine.” She smiled widely.
“Good…Anyway, Steve is excited for today. Thank you again for inviting us. I know having us tag along on your honeymoon isn’t something most couples want.”
“Don’t be silly! We are happy to have you guys join us!...Now, I was going to pack lunches for everyone but I didn’t know if there was anything you guys preferred or couldn’t eat. We can also always grab lunch there. Draco has a new obsession over pizza. Yesterday was his first time trying it.” she giggled.
Stevens jaw dropped as he turned to face his brother and Hermione in the kitchen.
“Whaaaaat? He has never had pizza before? How did he live life before then?”
“Have you never had the Grand Christmas feast at Hogwarts?” Draco announced from the top of the stairs.
His hair was still wet as he leaned over the balcony railing holding his shirt in his hand.
“Oh my Salazar have I! It is only the best feast during the whole school year! Next to the Welcoming feast that is!”
Draco let off a small laugh as he moved away from the railing and began walking down the stairs.
“Move over!” He flicked his shirt at the young boy and flopped himself on the couch. “What are you watching?”
“SpongeBob! He’s a sponge that lives in a pineapple under the sea!”
“Who’s that?” he asked pointing to the tall octopus looking character.
“Oh that’s Squidward; SpongeBob and Patrick’s neighbor. He doesn’t like them very much, all he wants to do is play his clarinet in peace, but the best friends are always annoying him.”
“He reminds me a lot of Snape.” He chuckled.
“Draco, put on your shirt and let’s get ready to leave.” Hermione announced with a laugh.
“Yes dear.” He stated sarcastically as Hermione watched him nudge Steven and roll his eyes.
Steven giggled and went back to watching his cartoon as Hermione finished packing up the items they needed for the day into her charmed purse.
“Do you have anything you want me to hold for you?” She asked Jason who was watching Draco and Steven bicker over the show.
“What? Oh…We have some stuff in the car, but I don’t think it will fit in your purse.”
Hermione raised a brow and tilted her head before she remembered that Jason was a muggle.
“My bag is charmed with a undetectable extension spell and a feather-light charm. It can hold anything.”
“Really? That is brilliant! Okay, well I guess when we get to the car we can see what to take.”
“Sounds good.” She beamed “Draco, Steve, Are you ready?”
“Yes!” they both shouted in unison.
Once everyone was ready, Hermione grabbed her wand off the kitchen counter and put on her flats. Walking out the door, she locked the lock and turned to make her way Jason’s rental car. Unbeknownst to anyone, that it would be the last time one of them, ever walked out that door again.
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