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Count Your Blessings	By : LadyOfTheNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 39965 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Count Your Blessings

<><>{Chapter Seven: Finding Redemption}<><>

Lucius blamed himself for every bad thing that has happened to his family. He was the one who brought Voldemort into their lives and then started this whole mess. He was the reason his son was in jail, probably the reason his wife killed herself, and he was going to be the one to get his son back on the right track.

Draco was young enough that his actions could be written off as youthful transgressions guided by the brainwashed teachings of his bigot father. He would take all the blame for his son’s actions. Lucius may have gotten away from the first war socially intact, but he had no desire to lie anymore. He deserved all the blame, responsibility and shame.

He would make sure that his son got away from that horrible Weasley and this damnable place; even if it meant falling on his own sword and admitting that he was solely to blame. His son wouldn’t last much longer in this place, for that Lucius was sure. Ever since hearing of his mother’s death Draco was falling apart. His mental state was deteriorating.

Lucius told his son that he is the reason they were in that place and that he was the reason his mother was dead, but the young boy refused to listen to his father’s pleading and continued to mentally torture himself till he was barely holding on to his sanity.

After countless meetings with their lawyer Lucius finally managed to get his son a parole hearing. He still needed to figure out who would be seated on that parole board. Maybe he could try and call in a few favors; he would do anything to get his son out of Azkaban.

Lucius often reflected on the impact he has had on his son’s life. He has been nothing but trouble; steering them both through his misguided notions, eventually getting his son incarcerated in Azkaban and probably being the cause of his wife’s suicide. It was for the best that he would not get to be a part of the newest Malfoy’s life. Who would want a father or grandfather who raped your mother?

His nightmares were still plagued with visions of the new Malfoy at various stages of his life. Lucius would always call to him in his dreams but the boy would never turn to look at him. In some dreams the boy, his mother and his late wife would berate him for being a murderous, rapist. His self-inflicted torture was worse than anything Weasley could dish out.

His family was all that mattered now. Lucius needed to protect Draco from Azkaban and from himself. He belonged here rotting; his son did not.

<><>{Chapter Seven}<><>

Ron Weasley awoke from his restless slumber to find himself in sheets covered in sweat. He was gasping for air and looked around franticly. Ever since he had committed to sobriety almost every morning was a rude awakening. He was haunted by his actions.

The two most reoccurring nightmares were of the night of Hermione’s rape and the night he drove an innocent woman to suicide. His most recent dream was about the latter. Oddly enough he had little remorse for his brutal treatment of the Malfoy men, they deserved what they got and more; she deserved better.

At the time, he had tricked himself into thinking she deserved it too; now that his sober self had returned he knew what he did in this instance was wrong. These nightmares were a way for his soul to demand retribution; the problem was that the young man had no idea how to find it.

In the old days if he had a problem too big to solve alone he would enlist Hermione’s help, but now that was not an option for two reasons. First, she made it very clear to stay away from her and he was not going to do anything to hurt her again. Secondly, to receive help he had to let someone know what he had done. Ron wasn’t sure he was ready to do that just yet, but he couldn’t stand anymore sleepless nights either… Harry would help; he would go see Harry.

Three and a Half Months Ago

It had been a hot summer day and Ron had spent most of it in the Leaky Cauldron with a pint in his hands. Tom had finally cut the young man off when he had fallen from his stool and taken the young witch he was chatting up with him. He had spilt his beer all over her and she was anything but pleased. She shrieked and hollered until Tom had finally cut the young wizard off and pointedly asked him to leave.

Suffice it to say the wizard was even surlier than he normally was as he barreled down Diagon Alley. He was just thinking of paying the Malfoy’s a visit when he ran straight into a woman carrying her parcels. A few people noticed their collision and watched their impending exchange with interest. “Watch where you’re going!” Ron shouted at the woman as she started to gather her parcels.

“Yes, because this encounter is all MY fault!” the woman shouted back and looked up at him. It was then that Ron realized he had run into the Malfoy matriarch herself. He watched her gather the last of her packages before she stood up. “Of course I should expect poor manners from you, a Weasley.” She insulted him icily. As she was moving to pass by him he started to chuckle.

“That’s a riot, thinking you are STILL better than me.” He called over to her causing a few more stares to be drawn their way. When she turned to look at him he noticed her confidence faltering. “You are not better than… anyone. I don’t think a single witch or wizard wants to be associated with you or your family.” He told her maliciously. “Not when most of them are in Azkaban for being murderous Death Eaters.” He finished watching the woman’s reaction. She had fear in her eyes but her tense shoulders and square stance indicated to Ron that she was not going to back down to him.

“Better a Death Eater than a blood-traitor.” She said to him quietly so that the now forming audience couldn’t hear. Ron began laughing again. “I’m the blood traitor?” He questioned the older woman with another chuckle. “Considering what your husband and son did to my friend, maybe you should call them the traitors.” He told her smirking haughtily. She looked around at their audience and then back to Ron. She was defiantly worried and Ron loved the power he had over her. “Don’t you want to know?” he looked around too this time realizing they had drawn quite a crowd. He leaned in and whispered for her ears only “Your Husband and son raped my Mudblood friend, Hermione.” She gasped and recoiled away from the wizard.

“You’re… you’re lying!” she cried out in total disbelief which only caused his grin to widen. “Wait that’s not the best part,” He leaned in again to whisper the last bit of info. “One of them knocked her up.”

He watched the woman glance around at the group of witches and wizards that were craning their necks to hear their encounter and then worriedly look back to him with disbelief and distrust apparent on her face. “No, it can’t be true. You’re lying.” She said again, clearly in denial.

“Go check your precious, pureblood family tree if you don’t believe me. I’m sure it won’t lie to you!” he threw back at her and he watched as the woman stared him down; she backed away from him and quickly dissaparate without even a pop to announce her departure.

Ron almost followed her; he knew she was going to Malfoy Manor to see for herself. He looked down at his fingers remembering how he lost his fingernails last time he dissaparated and decided against trying it in his inebriated state. Instead he stuck out his wand and flagged down the Knight Bus. When he arrived at the gates of the Manor they were slightly ajar. He slowly crept up to the house, avoiding the dropped parcels and found the front door also still open.

He just had to know which one did it. His mind was made up and he bravely pushed open the door in time to hear the older woman send away all the house elves. Ron crept towards the study door and watched the witch pace in front of their Malfoy Family Tree with her eyes firmly shut. He could tell that she was working up the nerve to look for herself. His alcohol induced bravery helped him creep slowly into the room as quietly as he could. He hid behind the couch and carefully checked to see if the woman still had her eyes closed. When he confirmed the fact he risked a glance at the tree for himself. He quickly scanned the tapestry for the picture of the baby.

Bennett Granger-Malfoy, the tapestry said. After following the line his curiosity was finally at rest. Lucius Malfoy, father of two. Ron felt his rage surge to the front of his being. He felt the warm rush of blood swirling through his veins; his heart was beating so fast and loud he would be surprised if Narcissa didn’t hear it pounding.

He checked to see Narcissa still pacing and muttering with her eyes closed and took the opportunity to sneak back into the hall. He was almost to the front door when he heard a loud shriek of grief coming from behind him. He smirked as he imagined the horror on her face when she realized that her husband had a Half-blood illegitimate child. He turned back to stare at the door of the study. He knew he should leave before he got caught, but he was getting too much pleasure out of hearing her wails and he just had to see her reaction. As he crept back to the study he could hear her throwing objects around the room and the resulting crashes when they hit the floor and broke.

Suddenly there was silence and he knew something was up. As he got back to the study door he saw the witch writing something fervently on a sheet of parchment. When she was done she left the paper on the desk and sat down in an arm chair that faced the family tree tapestry.

Just as Ron was thinking about leaving he caught a glimmer of a knife in one of her hands. He could hear the woman crying softly and he felt a twisted streak of happiness from her despair. He was too drunk to comprehend what was about to happen until after it was too late. He watched numbly as the woman took the knife and tore it savagely across her wrists. He watched for a couple minutes in disbelief until her shoulders slumped and her arms dropped down causing the blood to gush rhythmically with her fading heartbeat.

This knocked the young man out of his stupor and he rushed over to the woman. By the time he got to her body she was already deathly pale and he knew it was too late for him to help her even if he wanted to. She wanted to be dead; who was he to get in the way of what she wanted anyways? That’s when he remembered her parchment.

I have decided to leave this world because I can no longer bear the shame of my Husband and Son’s actions. They have caused me to suffer greatly and in my last few breaths I write this so that they know what they did to me. I hope they both continue to suffer the way I have suffered. Be sure to tell Lucius he finally got his second son, too bad he is a filthy Half-blood.

Narcissa Malfoy

Ron grabbed the letter then he quickly expelled the evidence of the baby off of the tree. He left a telltale blemish on the family tree. Ron took the next few moments to quickly run out of the manor. Even in his shocked state he knew it could draw unwanted attention to Hermione. With one last look at Narcissa’s lifeless body he left the manor.

<><>{Chapter Seven}<><>

“Parole?” Hermione questioned.

“A parole hearing?” Ginny repeated, “So we still have a chance of keeping him locked up, right?” she questioned their old Professor.

“That’s correct Miss Weasley.” Severus answered with a trademark icy demeanor in place indicating his annoyance that she was even there.

“We could just speak out against him at his trial or…” She stopped when she saw Hermione shaking her head in the negative.

“Hermione, why are you saying no? Don’t you want him to stay in prison? He has only been incarcerated for a year!” Ginny stated in disbelief as Severus watch her reactions with interest.

“That’s just it though, I don’t WANT anything. Period. What they did to me was horrible, unforgivable but I am tired of living with that on my mind. I don’t want to be one of those people who is constantly thinking about all the bad things that happen to them. If I hadn’t been raped then I would never have my Benny; I can’t imagine my life without him and now I wouldn’t want to.” She said avoiding her friends’ shocked faces.

“I think that I am perfectly happy to let things happen the way they are going to happen. I am not saying I want to be friends with him, but I am not going to go out of my way to get revenge. In my experience revenge isn’t as sweet as they say it is.”

“Is it revenge or justice? They were never punished for their crimes against you; you never reported it, remember?” Ginny inquired of her friend.

“Yes, I remember, but I think they are punished everyday by not knowing Benny. Can you imagine never knowing your son, brother or grandfather?” she inquired of her friend. She had never told anyone that she knew Benny’s father was Lucius. She wouldn’t let his parental heritage hinder her son in anyway. It matters not where you come from just the choices you make in life. That is what she was taught and what she would teach her son.

“Is it a punishment if they don’t know about him?” Ginny countered. Severus was watching the exchange quietly; he knew better than to get in the middle of two witches arguing.

“They’ll know once Draco gets out of prison.” Hermione volleyed back.

“Would you rush to enter the room where you’re mom killed herself?” Ginny countered with a triumphant look on her face. Ginny was making some good points.

“So what, do you want me to send them an owl?” Hermione questioned back half-jokingly.

“Hermione, be serious.” Ginny scolded.

“No Ginny, you need to relax; I know that as my mate you have my back but in this instance I am asking you to leave it alone. Please, for me and Benny.” She pleaded with her friend. “No matter how you look at it, they are Benny’s family, by blood. How would I ever explain that to him? Sorry Benny, I love you but your father and his family are all evil gits and should be locked up forever… No offense though...” she trailed off looking at Ginny pointedly.

After a severe internal struggle Ginny conceded to Herimone’s request. “Alright, you are a far better person than I, Hermione Granger.” She told her friend still looking a little put out. Severus was nodding his agreement.

“Far better than most, Miss Weasley.” Severus corrected giving the woman in question a lustful look that only she noticed. His look sent shivers down her spine and set her every nerve on fire.

“Oh dear!” she said under the pretense of just noticing the clock. “Look at the time, if that is all you needed to tell me Severus I must insist that you both leave, I have a date tonight.” She smiled at Severus mischievously.

“What? You are still going out?” Ginny questioned her as she was being ushered back towards the fireplace.

“Yes, I have been looking forward to tonight all week; I am not missing it because of this conversation.” She told her friend easily. She pushed all of the dresses into the Ginny’s arms and gave her a hand full of Floo powder.

“It’s hard to argue with a mental witch.” Ginny grumbled. Whether she was talking to Severus or Hermione it wasn’t clear but she spoke out her desired location and disappeared in a flash of green smoke.

The silence permeated the room. Hermione was sure that Severus was as displeased with her decision as Ginny was.

“So do you think I am mental?” she asked her paramour in a slightly haunted voice.

“You shouldn’t worry so much what others think.”

“Severus that is not an answer.” What was with Slytherins’ and their inability to answer a direct question with a direct answer?

“I think your mind is made up and I know how exhausting it can be trying to argue with a know-it-all.” He told her earning a small smile from the young witch. “But truth be told, I do think you are being far too lenient with the Malfoys.” He held up a hand to cease her response. “However, I cannot negate your previous statements about revenge being unfulfilling.”

“I just don’t like the idea of vendettas or revenge. It implies that forgiveness is not possible. I cannot accept that in any situation.” She said determinedly. Her stubborn jaw was set and her gaze was distant.

“Do you think that you will be able to forgive them for their actions? Are their actions really worthy of forgiveness at all?” He inquired of her.

“No one has done anything that they can’t be forgiven, that they can’t change. It’s time and patients that’s the problem. Most of us don’t have the time to seek our redemption, or to wait for it.” She could see an odd glimmer in her mentor’s eye as he stared into the fire. No doubt he was thinking of his own journey for redemption.

She felt the need to comfort the middle aged man and stood next to him, gently slipped her hand into his. She was surprised to feel him return her grasp so quickly. “You truly are one of a kind, Hermione.” Severus told her gently.

“I’ll take that as a complement.” She told him softly while grinning up at him. Severus just smirked and used his free hand to turn her chin towards him.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He told her and quickly closed the distance between them. His lips were unyielding in their pursuit. First he kissed her forehead which caused her eyes to close. Next were her eye lids, nose and then he placed one kiss on each of her cheeks. She quickly realized that his hands were gripping the back of her head, holding her completely still. His onslaught caused her breathing to be fast an uneven; if she didn’t feel those lips on hers soon she may just melt. She put both her hands on his chest and grabbed at the front of his robes, desperately trying to pull the man closer.

This earned the witch a chuckle from the man that started with a low rumble she felt in his chest. His lips hovered over hers for the briefest of seconds before descending on her with a fury of want and need. Hermione found herself moaning and opening her lips to his insisting tongue in a record time. After thoroughly entangling them in her hair and destroyed her up do, his hands made their way down her body. They rested on her exposed lower back relishing in the feeling of her skin under his fingers. His thumbs came in contact with the hem of her open back and deftly slipped beneath it making their way back up her body.

Hermione shivered at the new sensations she was feeling and broke the kiss monetarily for a breath. Severus took the opportunity to kiss her jaw line slowly making his way down her neck. His tongue was dancing across her flesh in the most tantalizing patterns. She felt a warmth building in her core and a pressure in her abdomen that was begging for release. She felt his mouth stop its descent when he reached the spot between her neck and shoulder. She suddenly felt him began to suck at her flesh. His teeth lightly grazing her skin caused her to moan out right and grasp the back of his head to her skin.

His thumbs made their way to her upper torso and she gasped when she felt them graze the naked skin on the sides of her breasts. He paused briefly on the generous swell of her breast before sliding his hands all the way inside her dress to cup them fully. His thumbs began to slide up until she felt them rolling over her now painfully hard nipples causing the pressure in her abdomen to double.

She pulled his face away from her neck and heard the very audible pop as his suction grip was released to be immediately replaced with her own lips again. This time she took the lead by placing her tongue in his open mouth, exploring the new cavity to the fullest. His thumbs continuous caresses were maddening and were doing nothing to ease the tension that was slowly building throughout her body.

Without breaking their kiss, she reached up to her halter top and released the clasp behind her neck. The material fell from her torso a gathered at her waist leaving her top half completely unclothed. She watched as Severus stepped back to admire the newly exposed flesh.

“So beautiful,” he murmured again before bending his head down to capture her rosy nipple into his mouth. His arms encircled around her small frame. His hands were clutching the fabric still pooling at her waist. He began to suck and lick at the hardened peak until she was moaning out his name desperate with need. After giving the one nipple a sufficient amount of attention he moved on to the other giving it the same treatment as the previous. His mouth was driving the young witch crazy. A shudder ran through her body and she would have fallen completely if Severus had not noticed her slack posture. He scoop her up into his arms bridal style and brought his lips back down onto her now swollen ones. Their lips moved together and their tongues could not be stilled.

Hermione had never felt so safe and wanted at the same time. She felt powerful even incased in this strong man’s arms. She pulled away and heard him growl in protest; it sent another wave of shivers down her spine. “Let’s move this into the bedroom.” She offered watching as his eyes completely clouded over with lust.

“Are you sure?” he asked her, “We don’t have to…” he trailed off making the young witch laugh.

“Severus, I am completely incased in your arms and topless, if I was uncomfortable I would let you know a long time before now.” She teased.

“Impertinent witch!” he growled out bending down to seize her nipple in his mouth once again. She felt his teeth around her hardened peak accompanied by a not so gentle sucking. His tongue was swirling around her nipple and when he finally released his mouth’s grip on her breast there was a light reddish mark left behind that match the one on her neck in shape and size.

He moved through her quarters making it to her bedroom in a few large bounds. When he got there he had to step over large piles of clothes and other clutter to get to her bed. He looked around in complete disgust.

“Why is your room in such a state of disarray?” He asked her perplexed. “Are the House Elves’ ignoring their duties?” He asked her while pulling the rumpled covers down with one arm and placing the witch in the center of the bed.

“What , oh well house elves don’t generally like to clean for me. I sort of have a reputation I can’t shake.” At this Severus quirked his brow in interest as he began removing his clothing. She watch mesmerized as his elegant hands made quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt.

“When I was in fourth year I started a special interest group, S.P.E.W. The Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. Well one of my more brilliant ideas was hiding clothing I had knitted under trash in the Gryffindor Common Room for the elves. Once the elves found out it was me trying to free them they all kind of decided not to clean for me, for fear that they might be accidentally freed. They will clean for Benny, but my room…” She trailed off and gestured to her mess but was distracted by the sight of Severus’ pale and scared chest; now visible for the young witch’s eyes to roam freely across. He had so many scars; they far outnumbered her own. He was just as damaged as she was and instead of scaring her it brought her comfort.

She sat up on the bed and moved to the side he was standing on. She took his hand and helped him trace her scars. First they traced the star shaped one above her right breast from her battle in the Department of Mysteries. Next was the long thin scar between her breasts. She pulled off her gloves to reveal her final series of scars on her arm; her label. He strummed his fingers gently across her hardened scars then grabbed her wrists and brought them up to his chest, placing them just at the edge of one of his own scars. She took the hint and got up on her knees and began tracing the hardened line until she reached the top of his pants. She then proceeded to find another line at his chest and follow that line downward till she again reached his pants.

She was really starting to hate those things. Her hands started to tug on his belt until she pulled the end through the buckle giving his waist band some slack. She noticed him shuffling his feet trying to hastily remove his shoes and she quickly unbuttoned his pants, slid them down his narrow hips; leaving him in just his boxer briefs she tried to sit back on her heels but the her half-dressed state caused her to trip and fall back on the bed.

Hermione’s fall caused the hem of her dress to bunch up at her thighs and she watched him pull the dress down over her hips; he took a second to admire the witch clad only in her black silk knickers. Under his gaze she felt the pressure in her abdomen increase till it was almost unbearable. His thumbs hooked under the waist band of her knickers and he pulled them gently down and waited for her to raise her hips allowing the material to come all the way off.

He ran his hands up her legs and she gladly parted them for him. She shuttered when she felt his long fingers brush against her moistened folds. Instinctively she reached down to grab his wrist stopping his upward progression. He looked down at her questioningly.

“Could you not do that?” she asked him warily, trying not to bring back memories of her assault.

“Is it the penetration you object to or the method?” he inquired. “I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” He told her knowingly. He wasn’t asking for explanations, just clarifications and for that she was entirely grateful.

“Just no fingers.”

He nodded in consent then dropped his head down to her knees working his way up her legs with a series of open mouthed kisses. He slipped his hands under her thighs parting them further and hooked his arms around her legs. His face was right at the center of all her sexual frustration, hovering above her dripping folds.

This whole situation was so foreign to her but she trusted Severus not to hurt her. She could feel him drag his tongue through her folds slowly taking time to swirl it around her hardened clit. The resulting moan she emitted was loud and full of passion; doubling his tongue’s pace caused the young witch to buck her hips upward. Her hands entangled in his hair once again trying to maintain the contact he was initiating. Her moans and breathy gasps fueled his actions and he proceeded to bring her closer and closer to the edge of sanity. The building pressure felt like it was about to explode and she was having trouble remembering to breath.

“Severus, please…I’m… so close…” she called to him trying to desperately to communicate what she was feeling.

He took one last sweep through her folds before attaching his mouth to her clit. He sucked and licked until she thought she would explode. She felt her legs tense, her toes were curling and in a loud gasp of pleasure she felt all of her building pressure released. She could feel the muscles in her abdomen fluttering and her body was on fire. After releasing all that tension that had built up she actually passed out for a few seconds.

When she came to she could feel Severus’ large frame covering hers. He had reattached his lip to the unmarked side of her throat sucking and licking her back into consciousness. He had a hand on one of her breasts and was kneading the soft mound of flesh gently. She emitted another moan of pleasure indicating she was now awake. The evidence of his arousal was pressing firmly into her stomach; she knew he was now naked and she instantly felt trapped by both the position and the mutual nudity.

Hermione was trying to calm herself down when she felt him position himself just at the entrance of her hot wet folds. She brought her arms up and tried to push him off of her. “Severus stop!” she cried out and felt him tense his shoulders and stop his thrust. She let her head fall to the side trying to avoid his inquisitive look.

“Could we do this in another way… I mean other than you being on top of me, it makes me feel trapped…” she trailed off and was surprised to see his worry leave his face to be replaced with complete understanding.

Rolling to the side he captured her lips once again in a heated exchange. She noted the musky taste on his lips and quickly realized that it was her own sex she was tasting. He pulled back and looked her square in the face.

“Roll over.” Was all he said to her as he started to help her roll to face her left, away from the man. She felt his body pressed firmly into her backside. His arousal was nestled right against the curve of her buttocks. She could feel him lightly grind into her as he swept the hair away from her neck. She shivered as she realized he had slipped an arm between the mattress and her body. He hooked his arm around her leg, settling it in the crook under her knee. He very gently pulled her knee up to her chest and held it there. Then she felt his other hand grab her top leg and stretch it behind his own which was flat foot against the ground, knee pointing directly to the sky. With her leg now hooked behind his she felt open and exposed.

Lying naked in front of a man was something she thought would make her feel vulnerable but now that the moment had arrived she felt empowered. With her new found self-confidence she pushed back against his grinding hips which caused him to reattach his mouth to her neck. She could feel him move away from her momentarily and felt his hand positioning his penis against her folds again. He waited a few minutes against her hot slick entrance, waiting for her to call out and stop him once again. He removed his lips from her neck and traced her ear’s outer rim with his tongue. That overwhelming pressure in her abdomen had returned.

“Are you ready?” he asked of his witch as she let out another small gasp.

She let out one breathless yes and felt him slowly push into her hot, tight channel accompanied by a low moan of his own. She felt him bouncing lightly behind her; he only inserted a few inches at first but that was enough to have her calling out obscenities.

“Oh, Fuck! Severus…” she called out while bucking her hips back against him. Severus responded by grabbing her hand, silently asking her to hold her own leg. Then he brought both of his hands up to her breasts and began massaging the flesh. Using his new grip he began pushing in more of his hardened penis. Keeping his strokes long and fluid he slowly and methodically pumped into the young witch causing her to push back impaling herself further.

“Hermione, so warm… so wet!” he whispered in her ear. Each new roll of his hips brought his testicles to her clit; pleasure was clouding her reality again but this pleasure was different, more fulfilling. She felt her muscles tense around him and he began to pump faster. His hips were slapping against her rounded derriere and she was about to lose it again.

“Severus, I am almost…”

He brought his lips down to her throat again and began kissing and sucking her neck and shoulder. This added sensation was all she needed to push her over the edge again. Her pleasure was overflowing and she let go. His erratic pumping was drawing out her orgasm and she could vaguely register Severus moaning along with her. Her muscles were still fluttering when she felt his grip on her breasts tighten and his hips slowed their movement. He brought his hands down to circle her tiny waist and brought his chin up to nestle in her soft curls. She stretched her legs out and burrowed back into his warm frame.

They lay there in silence for a few moments trying to catch their breaths. It wasn’t until Hermione’s stomach made a rather rude grumble did they rouse from their post-coital stupor to find that the house elves had brought them a meal. They knew that Severus didn’t eat at dinner and he was the headmaster, their primary concern. It wasn’t exactly the first date she was expecting but she wouldn’t have changed a second of it.

<><>{Chapter Seven}<><>

After telling Harry what he did, Ron watched his friend’s face closely. “Narcissa killed herself Ron, that had nothing to do with you, but you have to stop torturing the Malfoys.” Ron gave his friend the most outraged look he could muster.

“How is it wrong? They raped and tortured our friend; they saddled her with a bastard child. If anyone deserves it it’s them.”

“First Fuck off, that’s my godson you are talking about. Secondly you are abusing your power as an Auror; you could lose your job! Is that worth it to you?”

“Maybe it is.” He tried to defend.

Harry shot his friend a pointed look. “If you keep beating them, then you are no better than them. They torture your friend so you do it back to them? If you really feel bad about your involvement in Narcissa’s suicide then you will stop visiting them.” Harry watched his friend struggle with a decision.

“Ron, promise me you will stop.” Ron was still struggling to accept his friend’s demand.

“Fine. Since you cannot make the right choice you don’t get one. Go visit them again and I’ll tell the boss.” Harry glared at his friend letting him know he meant business.

Ron just glared back but nodded in agreement. “Just don’t expect me to apologize.” He shot at Harry.

“Draco might get parole.” Harry told Ron.

“What? Is Hermione…”

“No.” Harry said shaking his head.

“Well we…” Ron started to be interrupted again by Harry shaking his head.

“We are going to do nothing, exactly what Hermione wants. I talked to her this morning and she doesn’t want to do anything. She just wants to be left alone with her son.” Harry told him. Ron just looked extremely pissed off. “I will need that parchment if you still have it.” He said indicating Narcissa’s last statements.

Ron counted to ten and then shook his head as if to clear it of negative thoughts. “I’ve said it before, and I know I will say it again. She’s mental, that one.” He said trying to force a smile on his face.

“No.” Harry defended. “She is brilliant. That witch has the most loving heart I have ever seen. Instead of focusing on her pain she chooses to focus on her son. He heals her broken soul. Love is always the answer.” Harry told his friend getting up and leaving him alone in the sitting room.

<><>{End of Chapter Seven}<><>

A/N: If anyone wants a good laugh check out the Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallow’s Part II Bluray/DVD and skip to the part where Voldemort is parading Harry’s “dead” body to the students. When he awkwardly hugs Draco I always have to rewind and watch it twice! It gets me laughing every time! RANDOM moment over.

Next chapter will be a big time jump and the end of Severus and Hermione... :( Sad, I know but necessary to the story...

Thanks to all yall reading out there! Off to Universal Studios, aka Harry Potter World, for the rest of the week!!! WOOT! Might be awhile for the next chapter but just know I worked really hard to get this one ready to go before I left! Let me know what you think by reviewing, if you have the time!
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