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The end of the first wizarding war came with revelations from both sides. The shockwaves that reverberated through society would change it forever. Some would say for the better, while others would say for the worse. James and Lilly Potter's deaths may have ended the war, but everyone knew somehow it wasn’t over, that everything would come back around eventually, and even without Voldemort, tensions were too high.

As arrests started occurring all over Wizarding Britain, the order was finally able to come out of hiding. However, the arrests themselves had a way of shocking people. When the Daily Prophet published an article with the headline “Sirius Black Arrested for the Death of Peter Pettigrew and a group of Muggles,” every order member was shocked. The article went on to say that Sirius betrayed the Potters by forcing Pettigrew, the secret keeper of the Fidelius charm placed on their home by Dumbledore himself, to reveal their location, along with several others, to the Dark Lord before killing him.

If it wasn’t for an anonymous tip that led the Aurors to a very much alive Pettigrew, he would have been sentenced to Azkaban for life without even a trial. Which was strange considering he was a member of one of the sacred 28 and a member of the order. One would think Dumbledore would have insisted on a trial since he knew Sirius was innocent, yet he didn’t. Upon his release, James and Lily's son, Harry, was placed in his godfather's custody.

Despite Pettigrew’s arrest, his cell was later found empty. No news of his whereabouts was found after that.

Though something else strange happened. Dumbledore did stick his neck out for three marked Death Eaters. Regulus Black, Rodolphus Lestrange, and Severus Snape. Speaking to the Wizengamot in their favor and making it clear that the three were providing information to the order from within Voldemort's own ranks.

The release of Regulus came with another surprise that shocked many. During the war, he had secretly gotten married to Aerie Gaunt, a pure-blood whom he met while in school. Despite her being a Gryffindor, much to her family's shame, the two had always been close since they met in the library their first year. Bonding over their love of knowledge and magic. They also had a beautiful baby girl, Hermione Cassiopeia Black. Named after their love of literature, and of course, her middle name came from the Black family traditions.

Growing up, Harry and Hermione were practically raised as siblings. With Hermione's godmother being Narcissa Malfoy, Draco was around quite often. Harry and Draco often had more of a more rivalrous relationship. Both wanted to keep Hermione to themselves. The adults always found it quite amusing. Narcissa and Aerie both hoped for an eventual betrothal between Hermione and Draco. “They would be quite the match. Just look at the way he dotes on her already.” Narcissa was known to say often.

Yet everything changed just five years after the war. Aerie was pregnant with her second child and had taken Harry and Hermione for a trip to see the Victoria and Albert Museum in Muggle London. A seven-year-old Hermione was beyond excited to see the art museum. She had been talking about it for weeks when her mother told her about the little day trip they were going to take to see the Muggle art. But the three never made it to the museum.

The three often made day trips to London for different kinds of excursions. Harry and Hermione would have a well-rounded childhood. Being raised in a pure-blood household could be stifling for children. Aerie had seen what it could lead to, and she refused for her daughter to turn into someone who hated Muggles or Muggleborns. She refused to let the hate that infiltrated even their own families, no matter how distant, leech onto her daughter.

Once the three stepped into Muggle London from Diagon Alley, a bright smile lit up Hermione's face. Holding one of her mother's hands while Harry held the other, the three started their walk to the train. A smile pulled at Aerie's lips as she listened to Hermione talk about everything she wanted to see. Even at seven, she was such a smart little girl.

One minute, the three were walking down the sidewalk happily, and the next, there was the sound of crunching metal around them. Aerie saw the cars crash into each other, causing one to move uncontrollably towards them. The only thing she could do was push the kids out of the way. She didn’t even have a chance to use magic to keep them safe. As she was pushed out of the way, Hermione watched as the car hit her mother. Screams left both of their throats.

Even before the authorities arrived, Hermione knew her mother was dead. She stood there, tears in her eyes, as she clutched Harry’s hand. “We have to go, Hermione. We have to get home. We have to tell Sirius and Regulus.” Harry said to her as he squeezed her hand.

“I can’t leave her, Harry.” Looking at Harry, she let go of his hand. “We aren’t far from the Leaky. Take the floo home and get my dad.” She says before pointing the way. “We need my dad.”

She watched as Harry ran back to Diagon Alley till he disappeared from her view. Kneeling by her mother's body, she waited for help. The Muggles that were milling about were not the help she needed. They couldn’t do anything to bring her mother back. Her unborn brother. Even her father couldn’t do anything. There was nothing that could bring her mother back to her.

Kneeling beside her mother, she held her hand. Silent tears ran down her face as sirens filled the air. Not even hearing her name as it was called out. Not till she felt her father kneel and wrap his arms around her. “Come, little blossom.” He says as the paramedics get to Aerie. “It’s time to go.” He says, kissing the top of her curls. “She’s gone. We have to let them take her for now.” Even though he was keeping it together for his daughter, it was clear Regulus was on the verge of breaking. As the two stood, Sirius walked over and took his niece in his arms, holding her tight. Allowing Regulus a moment to collect himself.

A week later, the family found themselves at Blackmere Cemetery, one of the burial grounds for the Black family at Blackmere House. Their friends and family gathered around them as they laid her to her final resting place. Throughout the entire day, Hermione was never left alone. And more often than not, she had two boys attached to her on either side. Draco and Harry refused to leave her for even a second alone. She was theirs to take care of, and they would make sure she always had someone.

After the funeral, Regulus started to spend less and less time at home. No one knew what he was doing till one day he returned home injured and on the verge of death. Even the healers at St Mungo's had trouble bringing him back to health. That was when he told Sirius and Remus about the Horcruxes. That he was working with Dumbledore to find them and figure out a way to destroy them.

“You have a daughter who needs you, Regulus!” Sirius had yelled when his brother finished his story. “A daughter who is a shell of herself since she watched her mother die. Who asks when her dad will be home? Hell, Cissa is at the house more than you are. Hermione might have seen more of Lucius than she has of her father in the last year! Lucius of all people! You weren’t even there for her birthday, Regulus. Do you think Aerie would want this to be how her daughter is being raised? If you continue on this hunt, you’re going to end up dead, and she’s going to have to stand there as she watches another parent lowered into the ground.”

If it wasn’t for Remus, Sirius probably would have torn his brother to shreds. Sirius had been raising his niece and godson on his own for the last year. If it wasn’t for Remus and Narcissa, he would have fallen into madness. Between their tutors, lessons, and mind-healing appointments, the two children were constantly kept busy. Narcissa handled the tutors and lessons. She had always loved organizing events, and well, adding two children to the schedule Draco was already on was effortless for her.

All three were three years away from starting at Hogwarts, and she was insistent that they would be the most prepared students. Nothing but the best for her family. So on Mondays, they had etiquette, history of magic, and astronomy. Tuesdays were piano, herbology, and writing. Though no matter how many lessons they had, Harry’s penmanship never improved; it honestly may have gotten worse somehow. Wednesday was for flying lessons, arithmetic, and reading. Their instructor for flying lessons always had the hardest time getting Harry and Draco off of their brooms and Hermione on hers. Thursdays were spent learning how to dance, French, and swim. Friday, they spent their mornings learning Italian before their afternoons were spent at their mind healers for Hermione and Harry, while Draco spent the time having a second flying lesson.

She really did keep the children quite busy and out of trouble. It gave Sirius the time to run the Black family estates and businesses as well as the Potter family estates and businesses.

Unfortunately, Regulus did not heed Sirius's warning and ended up dying during a mission to locate the Horcrux. Though she was crushed, Hermione took the death of her father better than her mother's. In a way, she started to return to her normal self. As if the cloud of her father's despair for his late wife lifted and took hers as well. A door closing on the past.

Over the last two years before Hogwarts, the three children started to grow into their own. Establishing their personalities and acquaintances among the other wizarding families. Draco became close with Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini while Hermione developed a social relationship with the Greengrass sisters, Daphne and Astoria, and Pansy Parkinson. Harry was the only one who didn’t develop friendships amongst the families of the elite. Many were poisoned against him by their parents. Harry was a half-blood and the reason the Dark Lord was no longer among them.

Hermione was his only friend, but he was okay with that. She stuck up for him when the other children tried to pick on him. Even went as far as to tell them all that she would pick Harry over being friends with any of them if they continued. Draco had been infuriated by this declaration. Harry might have been her surrogate cousin, but Hermione was meant to be his. It caused a massive rift to form between the three. A rift that only got larger as Draco acted out against Harry more and more.

By the time the three were on the Hogwarts Express, Hermione refused to speak to Draco. Even outwardly ignoring him unless he was picking on some kid with his friends. Maybe he did it more often just so she would pay attention to him. He spent most of his free time picking on Harry and Ron Weasley, a friend they made on the train. It was the easiest way to rile Hermione up and get the attention he yearned for from the witch that had been his obsession since he was three.

When she was sorted into Gryffindor with Harry and Ron, Hermione had been ecstatic, while Draco spent the entire night glaring at her. Hermione would always be able to remember her sorting. “Hmmmm, so many traits to sort through.” The hat had said, “Plenty of courage and ambition in this one. Creativity and a thirst for knowledge as well. You are in no lack of determination and loyalty. But where shall you go? Very daring and resourceful. So much pride. Slytherin wouldn’t be a bad fit, just like your father, but then again, neither would Gryffindor like your mother. Hmmm, where shall you go?” As the hat was thinking, Hermione found herself looking between Draco and Harry. She knew if she went into Slytherin, she would be accepted by everyone. She was a Black after all, and Draco would not stand for anyone speaking against her. But Harry was her brother, and she had spent so long protecting him. Draco would no doubt go to Slytherin, and while Harry had plenty of traits that could land him in Slytherin, she knew he would beg the had to go to Gryffindor like both of his parents. It's where he had always dreamed of being sorted. So her mind was made up. “Please sort me into Gryffindor, please.” She thought that knowing the hat would be able to hear her. A soft breath escaped her lips as the hat shouted, “Gryffindor!”

Their time at Hogwarts was far more eventful than it should have been. Harry, Hermione, and Ron had a habit of finding themselves in trouble rather easily. In their first year, a troll entered the school, Harry joined the Quidditch team, and of course, their adventure to protect the Philosopher's Stone from Professor Quirrell, who was a vessel for Voldemort. The three were in constant trouble and danger. Though let's be honest, Sirius had been amused by their tales and quite enjoyed their retellings of each adventure.

Their second year served only to push a rift in their family further. Hermione knew Draco would never accept that his father had almost caused Hermione's death with his deception of slipping Tom Riddle's journal into Ginny's cauldron before school started. Between the Chamber of Secrets and the basilisk attacks, it was becoming clear they would never have a normal year at Hogwarts. That summer, Sirius revealed to Hermione what truly happened to her father. The story of the journal hit too close to home when it was told to him. “Hermione, you must never take up your father's mission. The Horcruxes are dangerous. Let Dumbledore handle them.”

The third year came with its surprises. Hermione had been partnered with Draco for a potions project, causing them to at least be on speaking terms again. Though it was the revelation that Pettigrew had been among them the entire time that truly took them all by surprise. It also taught Hermione to always trust in her cat, Crookshanks ' judgment. Technically, she was supposed to turn in her time-turner at the end of the year, but she managed to stash it away for safekeeping. Just in case.

Their fourth year was an event all in itself. The Triwizard Tournament and the arrival of the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons brought their own kind of chaos. At the start of the year, Hermione and Draco had still been meeting in secret to study with one another. She enjoyed studying with someone who cared about their grades. She knew Harry and Ron would never understand, but it was for her. However, those study sessions ended when Draco couldn’t stop complaining about how Harry was a competitor. How it wasn’t far since Harry was only 14, like he was. Let alone how insufferable he got when Viktor Krum started to vie for her attention rather publicly. His ire only got sparked when he learned that Krum was her date at the Yule Ball. By the time he had brought up the courage to ask her, Krum had already beaten him to it. It wasn’t till the disaster that was the end of the tournament that their new reality had truly settled in. Voldemort was back.

For the first time in Hermione's life, she didn’t spend time with her godmother over the summer break. It was no real secret that Lucius was a Death Eater. While Hermione knew her godmother was not, she also knew Narcissa Malfoy would do anything she could to keep her son safe, even if it was from her husband. There was also the incident of Harry getting attacked by the Dementors while he was taking a stroll out in the Muggle world. That led to a visit to the Ministry to get his suspension revoked.

While the grown-ups in their lives started to stockpile potions and supplies. To reorganize the Order of the Phoenix in preparation for what they all knew would be coming. It also didn’t help that the minister Cornelius Fudge had his head stuck so far up his arse that he was on a campaign to deny Voldemort's return. It was an absolute travesty. Grimmauld Place turned into a madhouse, and he had honestly never felt fuller. It was a perfect safe house. It had enough wards to keep anyone out who might try to cause them harm. Between the Fidelius charm and the sanctuary wards, it was almost impenetrable. Sirius had to do some tinkering to exclude some key members of the family who could no longer be trusted.

The madness even spread into their fifth year of school with the arrival of one of the most wretched people Hermione had ever met. Dolores Umbridge. The woman was a complete loon, and her conviction to punish the children was otherworldly. That year, Draco did his best to protect Hermione even as she insisted and continued to break the rules. But he held his tongue when she would get in trouble.

Their visit to the Ministry that year had been the true beginning of the war. They had almost lost Sirius if it wasn’t for the time-turner Hermione kept. At the end of the battle, her time-turner had been confiscated by the aurors, though she placed a wonderful little charm that would return it to its owner if it was ever lost, which resulted in it arriving back within her jewelry case before she even arrived back at Hogwarts.

The sixth year was the year that wrecked all of them. The first thing Hermione noticed was the changes to Draco. He had lost weight, dark circles appeared under his eyes, and he hardly ate. He even avoided her when she tried to talk to him. It was odd. For once, she wanted to thank Slughorn when he assigned Draco and Hermione as partners for a term-long potions project. He didn’t have a choice but to meet with her to work on it. No matter how much she tried, he wouldn’t tell her what was wrong. Just that he was under a lot of pressure to do well that term.

After a while, she gave up trying to pry the information from him. Instead, she made sure to bring biscuits and other sweet treats so she knew he would at least eat something. That was when their relationship started to change. Starting with long looks that turned into soft touches on their hands. That is, till one night the two found themselves at a party together. A few too many shots of fire whiskey, and they absconded to an empty classroom. Only to get lost in snogging. At least for that night. More nights than not, the two found themselves sneaking around to different locations within the castle to get lost in one another.

All while Harry was off on missions with Dumbledore and spouting his paranoias about Draco’s allegiances. Had Hermione known what the missions were, she would have warned Harry, but it wasn’t till that faithful night that everything came to light. That night, when she sobbed, everyone thought it was due to the death of Dumbledore, but it was really for the boy she had realized she loved. She could never tell Harry, and especially not Ron, about her love for Draco. She hadn’t even told Draco. For days, she wondered if she had told him, would things have maybe been different? If she had just tried harder. But in the end, she knew even if she had, they wouldn’t. That was the night that ruined everything for her.

No letters from her godmother, Draco avoided her in public unless it was for the project, the way he looked. Lucius had caused his family to be brought into and under the hand of the Dark Lord. Hermione knew this. She knew everything with Draco was his fault.

She didn’t tell Harry or Ron what she theorized. It wouldn’t do any good. Ron hated Draco simply because he was a Malfoy, not that Draco did anything to prove Ron wrong for his hate. And Harry had long since lost any warmth for the boy. The only one to truly care for Draco was her, and she would find a way to make sure that at the end of all of this, he was redeemed.

Their seventh year was a wash. They had to embark on a task that Hermione feared most of all. A task that took her father from her. It was then that her uncle gave her and Harry the real locket. He didn’t want to, but she told him they didn’t have a choice. Harry could hear the Horcrux, so it was their only choice if they wanted to end the war once and for all. With her father's grimoire and all of the courage they could muster, the three friends set out to hunt them down.

Even when Ron abandoned Hermione and Harry, they kept hunting. By the time he came back, Hermione couldn’t help but lose some of the hope she placed in their friendship. When they were caught by the snatchers, fear gripped Hermione. Malfoy Manor was the last place she wanted to be. To see what had become of her godmother and Draco. However, the experience was far worse. To see the pain in her godmother's eyes as her sister tortured Hermione. It cemented what Hermione already knew. She was forced under Voldemort's control to protect herself and her son. Lucius didn’t look at her with any love lost. In fact, he looked at her as if everything would be better without Hermione alive. His wife had wanted the girl to marry his son. A girl who supported Muggles and Mudblood rights. He would never let someone like her within his family.

Her heart broke, though, as her eyes locked with Draco's. He looked ready to Avada his aunt. The only thing stopping him was his mother's hand on his shoulder holding him back and a pleading look from Hermiones for him not to do anything that would cause his aunt to turn on him. Or worse his father.

During the final battle, she was overjoyed to find out Draco and his mother had escaped. She even managed to convince Harry to speak with her on Narcissa and Draco’s behalf during their trials. Seeing Lucius sentenced to life in Azkaban brought Hermione quite a bit of joy. She could even see the weight lift off of Draco’s shoulders at his father's sentencing.

Afterwards, when Hermione managed to get a moment alone with Draco, he cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes, “I am so sorry for everything that has happened. I did not deserve you speaking up for me, and every day of my life I will strive to be a better man that maybe one day will deserve to even have you look in my direction.”

“Draco, I knew from the moment I found out what you had done that you were forced to do such atrocious things. Dumbledore knew you were tasked with killing him. He was dying. He made Snape step in so it wouldn’t be you who had to feel the burden of his death.” Turning her head, she presses her lips to the pulse point on his wrist. “I love you, Draco. And I will wait for you till you are ready to move on with our lives. I don’t care how long it takes for you to heal from all of this. I will wait for you. All I ask is that you do not shut me out again. That you do not disappear on me.” She didn’t give him a chance to respond before she left him there.

When the invitation to return to Hogwarts for an eighth year as a replacement for her seventh year arrived, Hermione was ecstatic. Her entire year was invited back. About half chose to return, while others chose to go ahead to take their N.E.W.Ts. The letter detailed how a second letter would arrive closer to the return to school with all new information for every student.

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July 1999

“That bloody prat!” Hermione's voice cried out in indignation as she placed the Daily Prophet down, causing Sirius and Harry to look up, shocked at her outburst. They had a month left before Harry and Hermione left for Hogwarts, and Sirius had insisted on having a family breakfast every morning till they left. It also happened to overlap with when the owls delivered the morning edition of the Daily Prophet. There was always some article about them. Rita Skeeter loved the fame she got out of talking about the Golden Trio, and when it became public knowledge that Ron was no longer friends with the Chosen One and the Golden Girl, she capitalized on it.

Even before the final battle, Hermione had been questioning whether she wanted to remain friends with Ron. He had abandoned them when they needed his support the most and let alone the fact that he had started to show he had feelings for her that she did not reciprocate. It all came to a head when he kissed her in the Chamber of Secrets. Even though she tried to let him down easily, he just got upset by it. “It’s because you still have feelings for him, isn’t it?” He had sneered at her.

“Feelings for who, Ron?” Her voice had been filled with confusion. At no point had she told him that she had feelings for anyone. Yet she couldn’t help but wonder if he somehow knew about her and Draco.

“I saw you sneaking around with him during sixth year! He’s a bloody Death Eater, Hermione! He watched you get tortured and did nothing to stop it!”

“Leave Draco out of this. I don’t want to be with you because I’m not attracted to you. I don’t have feelings for you. You have been my friend and nothing more. And do not ever try to pull that shit again.” Her anger may have gotten the best of her, and she slapped him before storming out to the chambers to find Harry with Ron following after her.

Being pulled back from her memories, Hermione heard her uncle call her name. “Hermione, sweetheart, what is this outburst about? You normally ignore the dribble that is written by that charlatan.” The soft, fatherly smile that pulled at Sirius’s lips was enough to bring a smile to Hermione's lips. Sitting at the table dressed in an old ratty Queens shirt with a pair of joggers and his dressing gown. His curly hair sleep tousled. He had always been the best uncle Hermione could have ever asked for.

“Ron took it upon himself to do an interview with Rita Skeeter and decided to slander Harry and me. He has not taken the rejection well, and the fact that Harry no longer wanted to be with Ginny has hurt him greatly.” Hermione purses her lips before looking back at the paper. “According to one Ronald Bilius Weasley, member of the golden trio and award-winner of the Order of Merlin first class, has given us a little insight into the romantic life of The Chosen One and the Golden Girl. It would seem all is not as it appears. You see, according to Ronald, he had to rebuff the Golden Girl's affection after the war when he found out she had been spending quite a lot of personal time with a certain Death Eater up till the death of the former headmaster of Hogwarts. It would seem she isn’t as golden as she appears. It makes one wonder if she had any knowledge of his plans. But for the Chosen One, I must bring horrid news to all of the eligible bachelorettes vying for his attention. According to Ronald, it would seem he is no longer interested in women. Much to the displeasure of the Chosen One's once sweetheart, Ginny Weasley.” She read from the paper before slamming it back down on the table and looking from Harry to Sirius.

“You were seeing Malfoy in sixth year?” “You were seeing Draco in sixth year?” Harry and Sirius shouted simultaneously as they looked at Hermione.

Even with a blush coloring her cheeks, she looked at her uncle and the boy who was her brother. “Yes, I was. And no, I didn’t know what he was tasked to do. If I had, I would have stopped him.”

“I knew you were seeing some.” Harry exclaimed while Sirius just let out a soft chuckle “Cissa will be over the moon with this information. I wouldn’t be surprised if she isn’t already having a new betrothal contract drafted while planning the wedding.”

Burying her face in her hands, she sighs. “Yes, yes, it’s what she and my mother always wanted, but there will be no new contract.” She said with a sigh. Not bothering to tell her uncle and brother that she had found out, Lusius had already placed a contract in place for Draco. And it wasn’t with her. Let alone the fact that Draco hadn’t returned her letters over the last year. She hadn’t heard a single word from him. “Now, can we talk about how they forced Harry to come out about his sexuality? They are absolutely barbaric! It’s no one's business till Harry desires for others to know.”

“I don't truly care if anyone honestly knows Mi. Ron’s simply acting out because he barely gets any recognition outside of being our friend, which he had decided we are not worthy of being after we testified in favor of Cissa and Malfoy being released. Though now I know why you fought so hard for me to testify for Malfoy.” Her brother raised an eyebrow at her accusingly, and it only caused her to laugh softly. “I also wonder if he has found out Ginny has had the hots for a certain Slytherin for years yet.”

“Had you not been so adamant about your distrust for Draco, I would have told you. You are my best friend after all.” Getting up, she walked around the table and kissed the top of his head and ruffled his unruly black mop.

She was about to walk out of the kitchen when a great buffy-brown eagle owl swooped down with a letter. Hermione knew the owl well enough to recognize it anywhere. “Well hello, Icarus.” She said as she gladly accepted the letter it carried before giving him a slice of bacon.

“My dearest Hermione,

It has been far too long since we have been able to properly spend time together. I miss you greatly and would love it if you, Harry, and Sirius would join me for tea at Enchanted White Lotus today at 2 pm.

With Love,

Narcissa Malfoy”

Reading her elegant script a small tear escaped her eyes. Quickly summoning a quill and parchment she pinned a letter back agreeing to the meet with her. “We are meeting Cissa for tea at two. And please try to look presentable. Both of you.” Hermione said while giving both of the men a pointed look.

Excitement filled Hermione. True excitement for the first time in years. She had missed her godmother more than almost anyone. She had truly become a second mother to her after the passing of her own. Narcissa’s absence over the last few years had been devastating for Hermione. Even if the absence was to keep Hermione safe.

Slipping into the shower was like finally washing off all of the negative energy that had lingered from the war. Not even Rita Skeeter could bring her day down.

Picking out her outfit for the occasion had to be perfect. So that’s exactly what she picked. A navy and blush checkered tweed cropped jacket with a matching mini skirt paired with a black long-sleeve turtleneck top. Looking through her tights, she pondered which to pick before selecting a pair of black thigh-highs that just disappeared under the hem of her skirt. Her shoes were rather easy to pick. A pair of black Mary Jane pumps with a delicate bow on the back and a gold chain around the ankles. 

During the war, her hair had grown longer till her wild curls fell to her waist. With the help of several potions, she was able to tame it just enough for her to pull the front section of her hair back and secure it with a delicate set of gold hair pins with little diamonds. Leaving a couple of pieces out to frame her face. Adding a couple of gold bracelets with diamonds on them, and her pearl choker. Her fingers hesitated as they hovered over her favorite necklace. One, she was gifted her sixth year. On one side was the Draco constellation with little pearl pieces marking each star, and on the other was the Cassiopeia constellation with little sapphires. She had never shown anyone. It was always a gift she kept private, even though she rarely took it off. The gold chain was long enough to be hidden beneath any of her clothing. The secret was no longer a secret now, though, so she proudly slipped it on for everyone to see. She added her Black family signet ring that had the family crest carved into the face with her name etched into the band, as well as the simple goblin silver ring she never took off.

Sitting at the vanity, she added the slightest bit of makeup to accentuate her features. A little blush to brighten her cheeks, mascara, some eyeliner to make her eyes pop, and the perfect shade of lip gloss. Checking her appearance one more time in the mirror, Hermione knew her godmother would approve.

By the time she arrived downstairs, Sirius was dressed to impress. The outfit he put together was pure opulence that exuded grandeur and elegance. The standout piece was the vibrant red tailcoat that would flow around him as he walked with ornate gold embroidery, lined with white fabric adorned with intricate golden floral motifs. The coat’s lapels and inner lining added an air of sophistication that Sirius often lacked when he dressed, while the fitted waistcoat beneath features turquoise, crimson, and gold patterns, further enhancing the aristocratic status he held. The ensemble includes a crisp white shirt with a high collar and a white bow tie with a gold brooch in the center, completing the look with a pair of white fitted trousers and white dragon hide boots. The ensemble had his flair for the dramatic and was perfect for him. “You look wonderful, uncle.” Making her way to him, she fixed his hair. “Between you and Harry, dear uncle, one would assume we didn’t own any combs. We are past the war. No more looking scruffy, Snuffles.”

“We do own combs, they just don’t work well,” Harry spoke up as he came down the stairs wearing a long black tailcoat with a subtle crimson jacquard pattern, complemented by a deep crimson lining that added a dramatic contrast while the lapels made of sleek satin, enhancing the coat’s refined appearance. Beneath the coat, he donned a simpler fitted black waistcoat with intricate detailing, paired with a white shirt and a textured deep crimson tie. The trousers were slim-fitted and tailored to perfection with a pair of black dragon hide boots. Harry had never looked more polished and sophisticated. He looked like a true wizard lord. “Must I dress like this?”

“Harry, you are a patriarch of a noble house, even if you do not wish to acknowledge it. Next year, you will be expected to take over managing your house, and part of that is going out into society to strengthen said house's standing. Even Sirius plays his part when he must.” Walking over to Harry, she placed her hands on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. “We are no longer children fighting a war. We are moving on with our lives, and we are going to take advantage of our influence to make a difference. Besides, everyone loves a handsome Quidditch player in a suit. We are going to find you handsome arm candy. If I remember correctly, you always had a tendency to blush when Theodore Nott was paired with you during potions sixth year. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who had a little fun.” Seeing the blush color his cheeks again was something she was happy to see.

Grabbing her own black wool tea-length double-breasted cape with gold buttons and a cute little black handbag with an (illegal but who would tell) undetectable extension charm. After a quick trip through the floo to the Leaky Cauldron and a scourgify to clean off any ashes, the three were on their way through Dragon Alley. Hermione, with her arm locked with Harry’s, with Sirius walking behind them like a proud father. The looks they received were a mixed bag. Some people looked at them with pride, for they were war heroes. Others looked at them as if their opinions were lowered. Their Golden Girl fell from grace for having a relationship with a marked Death Eater, and their poor Chosen One was gay. What would they do when their heroes are any less than perfect?

“We are even more of a spectacle after that article than we were before.” Harry grumbled under his breath while Hermione sighed, “Ron will pay for it.” They walked through Diagon Alley to Carkitt Market before finding the entrance to Enchanted White Lotus, the most exclusive tea lounge and cafe within Wizarding Britain. The cafe was designed to have three sections. The first and most accessible section of the cafe was the tearoom and patisserie. The interior was opulent and meticulously designed in a classical style with an emphasis on ornate details, featuring intricate moldings, chandeliers, and beautiful light blue and gold color schemes. And the pastries they specialized in were exquisite, delicate pastries, cakes, and fine teas, even housing some of the rarest teas one could find. Plush, tufted seating and marble flooring added to the grand atmosphere, making it a refined destination for indulgence and social gatherings. It quickly became the only spot for proper ladies to gather together for tea.

Now, if you were a little peckish and wanted to get a bite to eat, they had a dining room with windows charmed to appear as if you were looking out over the French Riviera. There was always a soft, pleasant breeze blowing even in the most sweltering weather.

The last section was the most private. A lounge with a bar was available to members of the Enchanted White Lotuses private club, which could be booked for private parties by the club's most exclusive members. Hermione had yet to see the lounge, but knowing her godmother, she would eventually.

As they made their way into the cafe, there was a line at the till for patrons to purchase the delicious dessert or dried tea leaves to bring home. Even the dining room was full. As the hostess walked over to the trio with a welcoming smile, “Welcome to the Enchanted White Lotus. How may I assist you?”

“We are meeting Narcissa Malfoy for tea at 2,” Hermione said to the woman with a kind smile.

“Of course. You must be Miss Black, Lord Black, and Lord Potter. Please this way. Lady Malfoy and her party are waiting. She reserved the lounge for the afternoon.”

“Party?” Harry asked with wide eyes, and Hermione only grinned, hoping her party was who she suspected. While she was angry at the man she loved, she still missed him deeply. As they walked back through the door that blocked the private lounge from the rest of the cafe, Hermione's eyes widened. The lounge had a strikingly elegant interior. The space featured a rich, emerald-green color palette complemented by ornate gold accents and high, arched windows that were charmed to offer a breathtaking view of the sea. The ceiling was adorned with intricate moldings and a grand chandelier, contributing to the luxurious atmosphere. The furniture consisted of plush, tufted sofas and armchairs in deep green tones, paired with richly patterned cushions and rugs that add warmth and texture to the room. A bar area in the background, complete with high-backed stools and a well-stocked display. Lush indoor plants and tasteful decor, including ornate lamps and glass tables, enhance the tropical view that could be seen through the charmed windows.

“I will take your coats.” The hostess said causing Sirius and Harry to shuck off their coats. Before she could unbutton her cape she felt hands on her shoulders before a husky voice purred in her ear “Allow me my love.” Without having to look she knew it was Draco. A shiver ran down her spine as she undid the two buttons that held her cape on before allowing him to slowly slide it from her shoulders and hand it to the hostess.

Turning, she looked up at him. Gazing into his stormy silver eyes as heat and desire filled them. “You look divine, darling.” His fingers lightly traced her cheek, causing her to get a glimpse of the black ink that now covered his fingers and hands.

Taking one of his hands in hers she studied the runes. A smile pulled at her lips. “Someone has been busy.” Her voice held a lighthearted airiness to it as she smiled up at him. Accepting his arm to lead her to the couches where, Narcissa, Theodore, Blaise, and Pansy were all sat.

“Oh, my darling, it had been far too long since we have been able to properly see one another.” Narcissa stood pulling Hermione into a tight hug. When she pulled away she cupped Hermione's cheek “You look much healthier since I saw you at the trial.”

“I have missed you, Cissa. I am so happy all of that is behind us now.” Even while Hermione hugged Narcissa, Draco never took his hand from her back. As if he needed to touch her to know she was there and wouldn’t just disappear the second he let go.

“Draco, mate, step away from our favorite princess and let her breathe.” Theo teased, “You look like a wolf about to devour their prey.” His words brought an immediate laugh from Hermione as she turned to look at Theo. Her nose wrinkled in amusement. His words only spurred Draco further to guide Hermione to sit on one of the couches with him while forcing Harry to take a seat beside Theo.

Lounging back on the couch with his right leg resting over his left Draco draped his arm across the back. Fingers tangled in Hermione's hair to lightly brush against her neck. “Cissa I thought we were meeting you for tea not having an entire gathering,” Hermione said to her godmother knowing she was meddling.

“Well, it would seem I have acquired three additional children since the end of the war. I couldn’t possibly go to tea with my favorite goddaughter and cousins without them. What kind of mother would I be?” Narcissa’s smile was cunning yet held the practiced innocence of a woman forged within the political climate of the aristocracy.

“My darling Sirius, you look rather dashing today, and dear Harry, I do not think I have ever seen you look so polished. You look ready to truly receive your lordship.”

“Thank you, Cissa. Hermione insisted we dress appropriately.” A blush colored Harry’s cheeks while Sirius just smirked, allowing the compliment to go to his head a little.

“You do look quite handsome,” Theo said as he looked at Harry with an undying desire. Theo was an equal opportunity player, but he always had a soft spot for the chosen one. It was part of the reason he picked on him so much.

Looking over at Narcissa, a smile pulled at Hermione's lips. Her godmother was dressed impeccably well as always. Dressed in a sophisticated and modern cream-colored dress. An asymmetrical design with structured, angular paneling across the front with a high neckline with a subtle stand-up collar, and its sleeves were wide and draped, creating a flowing, cape-like effect. The hemline was uneven and layered, contributing to its avant-garde aesthetic. A metallic embellishment chain and brooch attached near the neckline and drapes elegantly across the front featured what looked like a combination of the Malfoy and Black family crests.

“Now, Cissa, I know you better than to think you scheduled this gathering just to catch up. If you had, you would have booked a table in the cafe. Instead, you made sure we would all have privacy. Tell me, dear cousin, what are you plotting in that gorgeous head of yours?” Sirius sipped his tea as he kept his eyes locked on Narcissa.

“You are right, Sirius. I believe it is time the children claim their status legally. Harry, Draco, Theo, Pansy, and Hermione are now able to claim their statuses as lords and ladies.” She said as if it were the simplest of things.

“Mother, have you forgotten that Father is still alive, as is Sirius? I am not able to claim my lordship yet, and neither is Hermione.” As Draco spoke, he drew random patterns on the base of Hermione's neck. Never taking his fingers from her skin.

“I have not forgotten. Since your father is locked away in Azkaban, the lordship transfers to you as the eldest living male heir. As for Hermione, she is not going to claim the Black family lordship. Though she will be claiming her status as heir. We all know Sirius will not have any children of his own. She is claiming her status as the head of the Gaunt family. After the war, she is the only remaining Gaunt through her mother.”

Turning to look at Narcissa, Hermione raises an eyebrow. “You want us to claim our Wizrngamot seats as well, I presume.”

“Why, of course. There will be many more trials coming up soon, and we must ensure the corruption that has taken hold of the Wizengamot does not allow for unsavory people to be released.”

“And when fathers’ appeal comes to the agenda in a few months?” Draco tilted his head ever so slightly while looking into his mother's blue eyes.

“You will ensure your father remains in Azkaban. I do love my husband, but it is better for everyone if he remains behind bars. He meddles too much in the wrong things when he is free. He’s exactly where he belongs.”

“Remind me never to piss off Narcissa,” Theo said under his breath before running his fingers threw his curly mop of brown hair. “Well, I for one have no problem legally claiming my inheritance and lordship. My inheritance isn’t tied up with a pesky marriage contract.” His voice held its usual teasing tone as he looked at Blaise and Draco.

“Oh bloody hell,” Blaise said as he glared at Theo. All while Draco gazed at the side of Hermione's head. Watching the woman as she contemplated everything that was said.

Burying his nose in her hair, he kissed the side of her head. “Is it too soon to propose to you already?” He whispered into her ear, earning himself a smack on his arm.

“We are not even courting, let alone dating. Besides, I believe there are other obstacles in play.” Rolling her eyes as if she thought his words were just to tease her, she looked away from him.

Ignoring everything else in the room, Draco brought his fingers to hers. Running his over the simple goblin silver ring on her middle finger. Feeling the magic embedded deeply within. “You still wear this?” He said, causing her eyes to look at him with a soft smile. “Still hiding all of my hard work.” Slowly, he slipped it from her finger as she told him no. The glamour the ring held slipped from her skin, revealing beautiful black ink decorating her exposed hands. “Mmm, my hard work is still there. And it looks like you have added to it. Have you been spending time with Arum Ironbark?” With a raised eyebrow, he ignored everyone else in the room. Turning her hand over, his fingers lightly traced the intricate gold design on her palm that connected her ring finger to the artery in her wrist, then continued to wrap around her arm till it reached the center of her chest. A matching design on his own.

“If you must know, I went to see Skylar Nightshade. Unlike you, I prefer to stay out of Knockturn Alley.” She reached for her ring, hoping to slip it back onto her finger before Narcissa saw, but she wasn’t so lucky.

“Hermione, what have you done to your beautiful hands!” Her godmother practically screeched as she looked at the black ink disappearing under her sleeves. At the runes that decorated her fingers, the tree of life on her right hand, and the dragon within a hexagram on her left. “It was bad enough when Draco blemished his skin, but you, my dear. Whatever will people say?”

Gripping her ring back from Draco, Hermione sent him so soft glare while he grinned back at her. She did make sure to hide the palm of her hand so her godmother would not notice. Slipping the ring back onto her finger to hide the tattoos, she turns to her godmother, “I keep them hidden while out in public. They are runes to strengthen my magic to use certain spells that would normally require multiple casters. Do not worry, no one of importance will see them. Draco did most of them for me in sixth year.”

“At least you have the decency to hide them, unlike Draco.” She glared at her son, only receiving a smirk in return.

“Hermione is right. The runes come in quite handy, Mother.”

Hermione turned to Draco and finally took in his whole presence. Dressed in a classic and impeccably tailored black suit with a black button-up and black tie. Hair slightly longer than usual on the top but clipped short on the sides. He looked like walking trouble.

“Well, speaking of Hermione's appearance. Where did you get that outfit? I need it in my closet.” Pansy said as she looked at Hermione from the other couch. Looking at Pansy, Hermione noticed she was wearing a tailored black mini dress with a flared hemline that added a playful touch to the formal silhouette. The dress was accented by a striking white collar that lends it a sharp, vintage-inspired charm, and it fastened with white buttons down the front, creating a polished finish. The waist was cinched with a sleek black belt, highlighting her silhouette. She paired the outfit with classic black court shoes, completing the look with understated elegance.

“I got it in Muggle London. I was actually planning to go shopping after tea. The Muggles have this wonderful invention called a mobile. I’m dying to have one. You can simply send someone a message on it instantly and even call them without having to use an owl or a floo.”

“That is genius! We must all get one. We will make everyone positively envious of us when we return to school.” Pansy gushed.

“If the two of you are going shopping I’m coming with!” Theo said before gesturing down to his lilac suit “One cannot remain at the height of fashion without dabbling in Muggle fashion. What they lack in magic, they make up for with creativity.”

“If Theo is going, then someone needs to come to keep him under control.” Blaise’s voice held a hint of frustration, yet it was still playful.

“I doubt we could drag Draco away from Hermione, so I presume he will also be going,” Harry said as he looked at his best friend and sister. “Won’t we be an unusual group?”

Chapter Text

July 1999

By the end of the tea, Narsissa convinced everyone to follow her plan. Which was wonderful since she had already made the appointments at the Ministry for the following week. While Narcissa and Sirius remained at Enchanted White Lotus to discuss the details of what their children would be undergoing the following week, the children left in all their glory to visit the Muggle world.

The six of them walked through Diagon Alley with their heads held high. Rita Skeeter's photographer, Bozo, had managed to find out about the gathering at the cafe and was laying in wait.

As the six walked out of the tea shop, Draco offered Hermione his arm. A confident smirk pulled at his lips when she accepted. Placing her delicate hand in the crook of his elbow while their friend filled the space around them. Theo kept close to Harry while Blaise and Pansy bickered about one thing or another.

Thankfully, all of their robes were able to fit into the Muggle world, even if they looked a tad bit extravagant for an afternoon shopping trip. And what didn’t they simply transfigured. After a quick trip to Gringotts to convert an obscene amount of Galleons to pounds, they made their way to the apparition point while the six spoke of where to shop. Well, they mostly asked Hermione where they should shop. “Knightsbridge would be best. We could go to Harrods. They have all of the luxury brands from the Muggle world. Oh, and Harvey Nichols. There is also this perfect little French restaurant that’s owned by the Ogden family. We should be able to get a reservation. My mother would take Harry and me when we would come to Muggle London.”

“It’s the only wizarding activity we were allowed to do. She would even make us walk and take the train.” Harry said as he remembered their adventures within the Muggle world. “She would say, ‘My children will learn the Muggle way to do everything. They will have an appreciation that was not instilled within our families.’”

“Aerie was a force. I remember Mother and her arguing about the Muggle world. Aerie would say I should join for the trips, and Mother would refuse. Saying it was too dangerous before I could use magic.” Draco supplied with a sad smile.

“She wasn’t wrong. The Muggle world can be quite dangerous. I still refuse to go near their automobiles.” Hermione had a haunted look in her eyes before quickly blinking it away. “But enough about the past. Today, we focus on our futures. We have one more year at Hogwarts.”

Quickly, Theo interrupted, “Some of us are being forced.”

“Yes, well, the point still stands. We have one more year at Hogwarts, and I plan for it to be a year of relaxation. No wars or hunting down Horcruxes. Just classes, studying, Quidditch for some, and putting old grudges behind us. I for one miss having my childhood friends.”

“We will even go easy on Harry.” Blaise said with a smirk while Theo draped his arm over Harry’s shoulder, “Oh, I don’t know, some of us will be incredibly hard.” Theo's words only caused a bright blush to spread across Harry’s skin.

Once the six apparated to Knightsbridge it became clear that Pansy would be dragging Hermione shopping far too often. The black-haired girl gushed and immediately started to pick up items she wanted the second they walked into Harrods. “Miss Black it’s so good to see you back. Would you require an assistant today?” The manager said as he walked over. The older man smiled kindly.

“It would be best if we had two. My friends have never been to Harrods before, and Pansy looks like she will buy the entire store.”

“Do not tempt me.” Came Pansy’s teasing reply as she made her way through the racks.

“Of course. I will send Isla and Ivy. We will also set up the private dressing room for you.” He said before turning on his toes to retrieve the assistants.

When the two ladies arrived, they started to take notes of everything Pansy and Hermione wanted to try. Asking Pansy for her sizing and making a note of it. Hermiones were already on file. The boys were patient and followed them as they shopped till Hermione instructed Harry to bring them to the men’s sections. He managed to get Theo and Blaise to follow him while Draco silently declined.

“I will not disappear if I am out of your sight for a few moments.” Hermione's voice carried a hint of teasing frustration. He was like her shadow. Never a step away.

“Mmm true though then I wouldn’t be able to watch your eyes light up as you look at something you want. It’s one of my favorite views.”

“Oh, just one of them?” Hermione raised a brow as she turned to look at him. “What is your favorite?”

“The way your lips part as you ride me till you orgasm.” His hands moved to grip her hips, pulling her body into his while he bent down and whispered in her ear, “The fire in your eyes as you break and flutter around me.” He placed a kiss along her jaw. “When you get so excited about something that you cannot stop yourself from exploding into detail about it, even when those around you have no clue what you are talking about.”

A blush colored her cheeks as her breath caught in her lungs. Her pulse picked up as he gave her hips a soft but possessive squeeze. “It’s inappropriate to say such things in public, Draco.”

“Yet the way you look when I say such things makes me incredibly hard.” With a gentle pull, he pressed their bodies together so she could feel just how much she affected him.

“Draco you can not act like this.” She said as she pulled away from him. Her heart was beating faster. It was clear he wanted to pick up right where they left off when she left him in the school infirmary days before their lives were turned upside down. “I’m not yours anymore.”

She was turned away from him as she spoke, but it didn't stop him from pulling her into his arms. Her back to his chest as he held up the palm of his left hand. Showing her the golden design that connects the artery in his wrist to his ring finger. “This says otherwise. You may cover yours with every other tattoo and scar that covers your body, but I wear mine with pride. We are soul-bonded. You are mine, and I am yours. You might have walked away from me that day in the infirmary, but I never stopped loving you.”

Taking in a deep breath as she looked at the mark on the palm of his hand, she couldn’t help but lean back into him. “Draco, even though we are soul-bonded, I do not know if I can move past everything. You lied to me for an entire year. Then fought against me for another. And I know you did it to keep your mother safe. I know you and Cissa didn’t stop Bella because Bella would have killed everyone. But it doesn’t stop the hurt I feel knowing you had to watch me get tortured. I’m lucky the curse in the blade was designed not to infect someone with Black blood, or I would have lost my arm instead of having blood traitor carved into it. You wouldn’t even look at me during your trial, and you haven’t contacted me since either. I have sent owls to you, yet you haven’t even had the courtesy to respond or acknowledge them.”

“I didn’t want you to see me like that. To see me weak, dirty, and chained in a cage. I haven’t been in the right headspace to be in polite company, let alone around the woman I love. I’m sorry, kitten.” Holding her close, he kissed her neck softly. Nuzzling into her hair, “Please give me one more chance. I will fix everything.”

“Has your marriage contract to Astoria Greengrass been dissolved?” Her voice was guarded. She wanted nothing more than to melt into his arms and never be away from him. To bask in the feel of his arms around her as he held her close and whispered how much he loved her, like those late, stolen nights in the Room of Requirement in their 6th year.

Unfortunately, the way his body tensed gave her all of the information she needed. Pulling out of his arms she turned and looked up into his eyes “As long as you are still required to marry her I will not grace your bed. You will not touch me. And I am free to date whoever I wish.”

A possessive anger darkened his gray eyes, making them look like a storm cloud. His hand came up to cup her cheek as he looked into her eyes. “You are mine! No contract will change that. I will take no wife but you. No other woman will share my bed but you. You will be Lady Malfoy. That contract will be dissolved even if I have to kill a hundred people to do it. And if I see another man even touch a single curl on your head, I will cut off the finger they used.”

Her hand came up and slapped him hard enough to turn his head. “You do not own me, Draco Malfoy!” She hisses before pulling away from him. “You barely escaped going to Azkaban to begin with. If you start killing people and cutting off appendages, you will find yourself in a cell beside Lucius before anyone can even try to hide you. You are already on weekly wand checks. What do you think will happen if people start to disappear around us?” She kept her voice low, but there was no hiding the venom in her voice at the thought of him being thrown into that hellhole.

“Do not fret, kitten, I know how to cover my tracks.” Leaning in he whispers in her ear “Slap me again and I will have you pinned against the nearest wall with my cock inside you. You know how much I love it when you rough me up.” And it was true. He always loved it when she was rough with him. Probably stemmed from her punching him in 3rd year.

“Such a pervert.” She purrs before biting his ear and stepping away from him. “Fix your house, Malfoy. Or someone else will get the pleasure of having me on their arm for the Mabon celebration. The Samhain celebration is also supposed to be rather fun this year with the 8th years returning.” A smirk pulls at her lips as she steps away from him, seeing him practically seething as he looks into her eyes. “I would also certainly hope it’s dissolved by Beltane.” At the mention of Beltane, he sucks his teeth. She knew that holiday would get under his skin.

“Hey Mi what do you think of this skirt?” Pansy called from across the store causing Hermione to let out a soft laugh before she turned and looked at the Slytherin “It would be perfect for you Pans. Perfect.”

Watching Hermione walk away from him after declaring she would perform the rituals for the sacred ceremonies their families have performed for generations with someone else was maddening. Rituals, he would finally be able to perform with her out in the world instead of in secret, hidden away in some room no one would find them.

Turning, he finally walked to where the rest of the lads were. However, the second the three of them saw him, they knew something had happened. “He looks like he did when Mione used to tell him to fuck off when he would bully me,” Harry said causing Draco to glare at him. “Shit, it must have been bad.”

“She knows about the contract,” Draco admitted, causing Blaise to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Fuck. The only thing scarier than a vengeful Narsissa is a pissed-off Hermione.” Theo looked to Draco with wide eyes. “She’s more likely to curse you than let you touch her.”

“That contract is ironclad. Your father made sure there was no getting out of it if you wanted to keep any inheritance. Even if he died.” Blaise looked at Draco with dread filling his eyes. “The only way out is for her parents to dissolve the contract, and they will never do that. They have been trying to get their claws into the Malfoy line for generations. They also put so much money into supporting the Dark Lord that they are broke. Narssisa may be able to pay them off, but any amount they would take would need to be approved by the head of the house. Which is still Lucius till you marry.”

Listening to Blaise, Draco rubbed the bridge of his nose. His signet ring flashed in the light of the store. Theo and Blaise both knew the look on Draco’s face. He would kill someone before he was ever forced to marry Astoria Greengrass.

“Isn’t Hermione your second cousin?” Theo asked with a contemplative tilt of his head. When he caught the scrunched-up look on Harry’s face, Theo snorted. “Second cousins are normal in the pure-blood world. Hell, dear old Lusius probably wouldn’t have been opposed to Draco and Hermione if he didn’t consider her a blood traitor.”

“Mother had a contract in place by the time we were three. Lucius destroyed the contract when it became clear that Hermione would follow in her parents and uncle’s shoes. Good old Lucius knows how to fuck everything up for everyone.” Draco looked away from his friends and Potter as he tried to come up with a plan. He would do anything to destroy the contract with Astoria. He didn’t have anything against the girl. She was nice enough and attractive, but she wasn’t Hermione. She wasn’t the wild girl who always did what she thought was best, even if no one agreed with her. Who always spoke her mind and never cared who she pissed off.

Malfoy men were naturally possessive. It was as much a part of them as their magic. And obsession ran so deep within the Black family that it drove some of them crazy like his aunt Bella, the crazy bint was so obsessed with the Dark Lord that she caused her own damnation. Those two traits ran deep within Draco. He had always been deeply possessive of Hermione from the second he saw her as a child, and obsessed with her to the point he didn’t want anyone or anything else around her. He still hated that she had chosen her friendship with Potter over him all those years ago, but he knew Potter was practically her brother. They had always been raised as siblings. It still didn’t quell the burning desire to snatch her away from everyone and lock her away with him in some castle till they took their last breaths. Hermione was all he thought about day and night. The only reason he made it through the war.

While the rest of their trip was spent shopping, Draco was lost in his thoughts. It wasn’t till they made it to the mobile phone store that he paid any mind to what was going on around him. Listening to how to use the phones. He also didn’t allow Hermione to pay for a single thing. The second she would try, he wrapped his arm around her and whispered in her ear, “You are mine. Even if you refuse to acknowledge it right now, you are mine, and I will not allow you to spend a single sickle while you are in my presence. I will pay for what you desire.” Even when she would protest, he would simply nip that sensitive spot on her neck that always caused her to melt into him before he would pull out the pounds that were needed.

By the time everyone made it back to Grimmauld place the men were laden with shopping bags while Hermione and Pansy were giggling and playing with their new phones. Setting up group texts and talking to each other while ignoring the men with them.

“Oh, wonderful! Your back!” Narcissa’s voice filled the hall as the six of them made their way into the Black family home. “Everyone’s Hogwarts letters arrived for the year. Sirius and I decided a family dinner was in order.” Her voice was filled with a joy that had been lacking over the year it took for the school to be rebuilt and the trials to take place.

With a sigh Draco watched as Hermione and Theo happily collected their letters, both of them were little swots. As Hermione sat on one of the couches in the living room he sat beside her. Reading over her shoulder as his fingers found their way into her hair and lightly massaged her neck.

Dear Hermione,

Due to the considerable effort and cost to restore Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to its former glory, it was decided by the board of governors to make additions to the school. While the original castle has been fully restored we have added quite a deal to the castle. While life for the 1st-5th years will remain the same the changes will focus on the 6th-8th years.

We have added several new wings and towers to the castle. These wings will have age lines that will separate them from the rest of the castle. These wings will be for the older students. Due to the new classes that have been added for the elder students, it is imperative that only the 6th-8th years are permitted in these sections of the castle. This will include the dorms that will house each year. Instead of being separated by house, you will be separated by year. It will also house an advanced library with resources to ensure support for the new classes that will be offered.

The new classes that will be offered are classes that will provide mastery opportunities directly at Hogwarts, as well as the magical campuses at the University of Oxford and Cambridge, after completion of your N.E.W.T.s. Those with the proper grades will be offered the coveted spots and for those rare few the opportunity to take multiple masteries at once.

While the 8th years that will be attending the 1999-2000 school year will be repeating their 7th year of school in the future the dorm will be housing for the new mastery programs.

This year, we are offering six new classes that will each hold an additional cost and require adherence to a strict code of conduct. These classes have been highly debated and decided upon by the board of governors and the Wizengamot. If a student is caught breaking the code of conduct with the skills and knowledge learned within these classes, the student will be expelled from Hogwarts and could face prosecution by the Wizengamot. Below you will find a list and description of the classes, as well as the requirements. If you do not meet the requirements for one of the classes and wish to take it, you can submit a request with your submission of your requested schedule. Within the request, please detail why you think you are adequately prepared to take the course. The requests will be reviewed by the professor for the course, your Head of House, and Headmistress McGonagall. All schedules will be passed out on your return to the castle.

Alchemy- within the course, you will learn advanced potions, magical items, and transformations. 

Requirements- Ancient runes- E
Potions- O
Transfiguration- O
Arithmancy- O
Charms- E

Light and dark Magic, holidays, and traditions- This course will go over the difference between light and dark magic, how to identify it, how to develop new spells, as well as the holidays and traditions that come from both light and dark magic within the wizarding world.
Requirements- Defense against the dark arts- E
Ancient Runes- E
Charms- E
Arithmancy -E
History of Magic-E

Occumency and leggmancy- this course will teach you how to use and perform both Occumency and Legmancy. This course will be heavily monitored. If a student is found to use leggmancy on a student outside of this course, charges will be placed.
Requirements- History of Magic- O
Dada- O
Magical Theory- O

Healing Magic- this course will start the education into the world of healing magic, ranging from healing a simple cut to creating counter curses.
Requiemts- Ancient runes- O
Potions- O
Transfiguration -E
Arithmancy- O
Charms-E
Herbology-E

Anamagi - this course will teach you what an anamagi is, as well as help you turn into one yourself.
Requirements- Transfiguration - O
Potions- O
Ancient Runes-E
Herbology-E

Wandless wordless magic- this course will teach you how to cast spells wandlessly and wordlessly. It will focus on simpler spells and get harder as you progress.
History of Magic-E
Dada-E
Magical Theory-E

The purpose of these courses is to prepare the older students for their future. Due to the war, we have learned what ignorance can cause. What not fully understanding all forms of magic and their complexities can cause. It has also been decided that all students will be required to take Muggle studies from 1st year to 8th year. The course will also be taught by either a Muggle-born witch or wizard or a squid that has spent a considerable amount of time within the Muggle world.

We are striving to bring unity to our broken world. To educate and build a better world for those who will come, so the sacrifices of those we have lost are not in vain.

Mind healers have also been added to the staff within the hospital wing of the castle. Please feel free to set up an appointment with them if you are experiencing any kind of trauma from the war or just need a little assistance.

This coming year at Hogwarts will prove to be a momentous year. As your former headmaster was fond of saying, “Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.” Please feel free to reach out to your head of house, any of your professors, one of the mind healers, or me if you require any assistance.

Headmistress Minerva McGonagall

Hermione's letter even had an additional note at the bottom letting her know she was selected for the position of head girl. “Those are some interesting classes. Let me guess, kitten, you will sign up for all six of them.” Draco said before brushing a soft kiss to Hermione's neck. A smirk on his lips.

Swatting his arm, she glared at him. “So what if I am.”

“Good. I will as well. Just means I will get to spend more time with you.” His words only caused her glare to deepen before a dangerous gleam filled her amber pools, causing the gold flecks in her eyes to brighten.

“Cissa, I think we should invite Daphne and Astoria Greengrass to a before-school dinner to celebrate the year starting. They will soon be part of the family after all.” While she spoke to her godmother, she kept her eyes locked with Draco’s stormy pools. Watching as they darkened with his anger.

Never one to pass up a chance to meddle, Narcissa smiled, “Oh, that would be wonderful, dear. We should invite some of your friends as well. That lovely Lovegood girl and Longbottom boy.” At the names of the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, both Pansy and Blaise perked up but attempted to hide their interest.

“Ginny, George, Bill, and Charlie as well.” Hermione added, “Despite what Ronald would like the world to believe, they support Harry and me implicitly. Hell, it’s because of George, Ronald even knew about Harry’s sexuality.”

“I didn’t know he caught me leaving his room till after Ginny told me our cover was broken. I wonder what he will think when he sees Ginny with Luna. And well, I’m sure the handsome dragon tamer will be more than excited to see you again, Mione.” Harry decided to add a little fuel to the fire.

“What is this about our favorite princess and a dragon tamer?” Theo said with wide eyes while Blaise and Pansy both looked at Draco, who looked like he was about to murder someone.

“I had dinner with Charlie Weasley last month while he was visiting from Romania. He was quite charming.”

Narcissa looked at her goddaughter and her son before a brilliant smile pulled at her lips. “I’m sure he was charming. I have caught a glimpse of him and he’s quite handsome.” She looked at Hermione with a raised eyebrow before she cast a mischievous look at her cousin. “Rodolphus has also moved back from France now that he doesn’t have to worry about Bella or the Dark Lord finding him.”

Sirius only made one outwardly show that he even cared that the man was mentioned. It was a very poorly kept secret that Rodolphus Lestrange and Sirius Black had a very long torrid affair while the kids were young. He was around often, but never as Sirius’s boyfriend. Only as a family friend, even though everyone knew they were together despite Rodolphus being married to a psychopath.

“It has been far too long since Uncle Ro has been around. Though if I were married to Bella, I would flee the country as well.” Theo said while Hermione instinctively placed her hand where the scars on her arm were.

Not caring if anyone saw, Draco lifted Hermione's arm to his lips and placed a soft kiss where he knew the scars were before he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Do not think I have forgotten what you are doing. If Sirius and my mother were not here I would bend you over my knee and turn your perfect ass red with my hand kitten. Stop being a brat. I miss having my good girl in my arms.” Her eyes fluttered shut at his words, and she had to hold back a moan. She had always loved it when he dominated her. Something he certainly had not forgotten.

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August 1999

The next week had been a whirlwind, to say the least. There wasn’t a day that went by that they were not mentioned in the Prophet. The articles ranged from little snippets of what they wore to salacious articles about a Death Eater corrupting the Gryffindor princess. It was absolutely asinine and, for the most part, all false information. It was enough to send Hermione into a fit when every paper was delivered each morning. It also did not help that with the post, every morning, a letter, gift, or flower from Draco came. 

The letters were filled with his apologies. Telling her how he would be better for her. How he would make everything up to her and how he would prove his love. Sometimes he would write poems, and in others he would simply tell her about the years they were apart. Draco spared no detail. Even told her things he kept hidden during his trial. Telling her about the abuse he was subjected to at the hands of his aunt. About what happened to Narcissa while the manor was invaded by the Dark Lord's army. But most of all, he would tell her about how much he missed her. How much he loved her. 

The gifts ranged from jewelry, heirloom pieces that were supposed to be in the vaults, and some new custom pieces that Draco had designed himself. They were all beautiful, and even if she wouldn’t say anything to Harry and Sirius, she cherished every piece. Her favorite was a bracelet that was inscribed with an otter that moved along the gold band, dancing like her patronus did when it was summoned.

The flowers, on the other hand, all had their meaning. Narcissa has always been fond of floriography and taught it to the children at a young age. The bouquet that was sent that particular day was made of purple hyacinth, representing regret, red roses, representing love, orchids, representing desire, and white lilies, representing penance. It was a beautiful bouquet, and she asked Kreacher to place it in her room under a stasis as soon as it arrived. 

Though the morning of their return to Hogwarts, dinner was planned, the article in the Prophet was particularly grating on Hermione's nerves. “ Has the Infamous Malfoy heir been stringing along the Black heiress?” The headline had read, and it immediately filled her stomach with dread. “My dear readers, I have received news that it would appear former Death Eater Draco Malfoy is officially off the market! Though it’s not our dear Golden Girl who has swept the Malfoy heir into a marriage contract. That honor belongs to Astoria Greengrass. It makes one wonder why Mr. Malfoy lost interest. Read more on page 6.” 

“The nerve of that…that… bug!” Hermione seethed as she slammed the paper down onto the breakfast table. Her hair practically sparked as it grew with her anger. 

Sirius looked at her with a raised eyebrow while Harry’s head bounced where it was lying on the table. Both men knew better than to ask who she was speaking about. Hell, in the Black family home, the name Rita Skeeter was practically a curse. 

“Sweetheart, what has the crone written now?” Sirius took a sip of his morning tea, which may have been spiked with a dash or two of firewhisky. 

“She leaked Draco’s marriage contract to Astoria Greengrass. I wouldn’t be surprised if Lucius found a way to send an owl from his cell!” 

“It was probably Astoria,” Harry mumbled into the table. “Daphne is happily dating Pucey, and he has enough money to take care of her. If Malfoy finds a way to dissolve the contract Astoria is basically fucked. Most of the eligible men our age with money already have contracts or long-term relationships. Those who don’t treat her family like they are pariahs for bankrolling Dear old Voldy. Malfoy is her only choice. Even if he’s obviously besotted with you.” 

Begrudgingly, Hermione could admit that what Harry said was true. It still didn’t stop her anger from taking hold of her. 

“You can always lock the bug into a jar again. Or better yet, feed her to Crooks.” The flippant comment from Sirius was exactly what she needed. It brought a smile to her lips before she stood. 

“I think I will spend some time reading in the study. Pansy will be over later, so we can get ready for dinner together.” Standing, she placed a soft kiss on both Sirius and Harry's heads before making her way up to the study that acted as the small library that was kept at Grimmauld Place. The true Black family library was kept at Blackmere House. 

It was one of the most extensive collections in all of wizarding Britain, possibly the entirety of the wizarding world. There was rarely a tome that did not have a copy within the Black family library. The protection charms on the library and the books themselves were enough to make anyone dizzy if they were to try to steal one. 

When Hermione was home, she would often visit Blackmere to exchange the books that were kept in the study. The only books even a Black family member could not remove from the Blackmere library were the grimoires. Every member of the Black family started one on their first day at Hogwarts and continued to build their own till the day they died. Once the grimoires were placed within the library, they were unable to be removed. 

Technically, her father's grimoire should have been placed in the library after he was entombed within the family cemetery, but Sirius thought Hermione would want to read it while she was growing up. And though it was not her mother's family tradition, she also took up the habit from Regulus when they were in school. Like most of the family, they both used theirs as a journal as well as a place to record any new spells or potions they each created. 

Her mother was a genius in both arithmancy and potions. How she managed to juggle earning an alchemy mastery while raising two children was simply amazing to Hermione. She loved reading about how her mother loved her father from the second they met on the train to Hogwarts. Though he wasn't her only love. It would seem she had a rather strong crush on a wizard named Evan, though she never wrote his family name. Just that he was also a Slytherin like Regulus, and that he had the most beautiful blue eyes. 

While Aerie had a habit of waxing poetically about her academic accomplishments, her father had a habit of writing a journal entry every day. Listing his favorite spells and potions. What they were used for, and how he learned them. The ones he improved, and especially the ones he created himself, were written in exhausting detail. Even listing what was happening around him and what the weather was like on the day he created it. But his entries held the emotions he rarely showed the world. 

During her year on the run, Hermione often referred to his research at the end of his grimoire that was focused on the horcruxes. Ignoring everything else since the end of the war, she had started to read both her mother's and father's grimoires from the beginning. Loving the parallels between the two while they navigated friendship, romance, and academics at Hogwarts. 

His entries from his time at Hogwarts were some of Hermione's favorites. She was just getting to his entries from his fifth year at Hogwarts, and she was starting to see James Potter mentioned more and more. It was almost comical that her best friend's father was such an important person to her father. But it was the revelation that James and Regulus were in a relationship that caused Hermione to yell for Harry to join her in the study. Her voice was several octaves higher than she normally would have been. 

“What has you trying to break all of the glass in the house?” he asked with a laugh as he appeared in the door. His messy black hair stuck out at all angles as he took his glasses off to clean them on his shirt. 

“Our dads used to hook up!” she blurted out as a blush colored her cheeks. “Like my dad was in love with yours if his entries were anything to go by! I wonder if our moms knew. I haven’t gotten to that time in my mother's entries yet. I wonder if Sirius knew.” Motioning him over, she even showed him a drawing her father had created within the pages. It looked as if James was studying, his glasses perched low on his nose while he gazed down at his book. It even invoked memories of Harry on the rare occasions he would actually apply himself in school.

“Wait, I thought my dad always loved my mom,” Harry said in confusion. From the stories he had been told by everyone, his father was always enamored with his mother. 

“From what my dad wrote, they tried to keep everything secret from Sirius. The fact that Sirius was James' best friend and my dad's brother was brought up often. Though I would imagine he found out eventually. That's hard to keep secret.” 

“You managed to keep a relationship with Draco secret for years, so it's not that hard.” Even though his words were teasing, Hermione could still see the hurt in Harry's eyes. They hadn’t talked about the fact that she had kept everything a secret from him and Ron for so long. 

“I guess.” She said before she let out a sigh. “I am sorry I didn’t tell you, but you were so singularly focused that I just couldn’t. You would have lost it.” Looking at her brother, she offered a soft smile. Holding her hand out to him in an offer of comfort. 

“I get it, but it doesn’t mean it hurts any less. You are my sister. It's been us since we were in nappies. I would have eventually accepted it.” Softly, he took her hand and gave it a soft squeeze as he came over and truly looked down at the book. A soft smile pulled at his lips. “I look so much like him.” 

“Harry, you hit Draco with a Sectumsempra in 6th year. You would not have accepted it then. You would have fully lost the plot.” A soft laugh escaped her as she looked up at her brother. Harry had always been one of the most important people in her life. Since the day his parents were murdered, he had been her brother. Her mother raised them as siblings, and Sirius continued to do so after her death. It did not matter that they did not share any blood. All that mattered was that they always had each other to lean on, no matter what.

“You know, Regulus being in love with my father explains why he was so focused on destroying Dear old Voldy so much. If a dark wizard killed one of the people I loved, I wouldn’t stop till they were destroyed either.” 

“Yeah, it does. I know if he had killed you or Draco, I never would have stopped. Even if it meant I was leaving behind my family.” Looking down at the page, she ran her fingers along the elegant script that belonged to her father. 

“He did love you, Hermione. He was just so stuck in revenge that he got lost in it.” 

 “Because of his grief, he let Dumbledore manipulate him into sacrificing himself, just like Dumbledore convinced you to do the same. There are a few wizards I am happy are dead, but Dumbledore is one of them. That man did more harm than good in the name of the greater good. Forcing children to be child soldiers. Convincing others to join a dark wizard's ranks to be spies.” Shaking her head, she leaned back in her chair and looked at Harry. 

“Had I known your special training 6th year was Horcrux hunting, I would have killed that loony man myself. He knew what Voldy was making Draco do. He could have gotten Draco out of harm's way. He could have protected Cissa, but he chose not to, so he would have a way to manipulate all of us. If it wasn’t for the curse on the Gaunt ring killing him, he probably would have found a way to take credit for everything we did during the war. Would have made sure you didn’t come back, so you would have been a martyr for the cause. I know you respected him, but Harry, that man could have prevented almost everything if he wanted to.” 

“Well, now we know better than to follow blindly the words of our professors,” Harry said, trying to lighten the mood. Speaking of their old headmaster always put Hermione in a sour mood. One that few knew how to truly deal with. “Now instead of focusing on that lets focus on the fact that our dads were shagging eachother and from the portraits of your dad he was fit.”

Hearing her father called fit by her best friend, she couldn’t help but laugh. “I would say your dad was, but the two of you look too much alike.” A shiver went down her spine, causing Harry to laugh louder, only drawing Sirius to the ruckus. 

As he observed his two children, he smiled. Standing there for a few moments just enjoying seeing them acting like they were young instead of like they had the weight of the world on their shoulders. “What is all of this about?” he asked before taking a sip of his tea. 

“Our fathers were shagging in school,” Harry said the two turned and looked at Sirius. Catching the scowl that pulled at his lips. 

 “Of course, he wrote about it. Though those two were never as successful at sneaking around as Hermione was. You try walking in on your brother and your best friend making out.”

Another laugh escaped Hermione before she looked at her uncle. “Did you know anyone named Evan in Slytherin? Mom wrote about him but didn’t include his family name.” 

“Evan Rosier. Your mother had a thing for Slytherins who had a penchant for dark magic and following the wrong lords. Unlike your father, who joined the Dark Lord's army out of pressure from not only our family but also  Dumbledore. Evan didn’t need to be pushed to follow his family's expectations. He went willingly. Though I do remember him being enamored with your mother before I graduated. He would give her flowers. Though she didn’t love him nearly as much as she loved your father. Regulus was her deepest love since the day she saw him on the express. Regulus was torn between her and James, while James was torn between him and Lilly. It was all truly a mess. It's no miracle that you kids were even born.” 

Hermione sat there and absorbed all of this information her uncle was giving her, before a thought came to her mind. “Was Bella always like… well, like she was?”

“No, when we were growing up, she was always eccentric, but she was also playful. A beautiful dancer. But the madness took her. It happened early in her marriage to Rodulphus. Theirs wasn’t a love match, but they had an understanding. She was pregnant and gave birth to a stillborn boy. That's when the cracks started to form. She would carry a baby doll around as if it were her son, and then one day, she just snapped. Destroyed the doll with a bombarda. For a time, she got better, sought comfort from the Dark Lord, and her madness latched onto him. Grew and grew till Bella was no more. All that was left was the Death Eater instead of the woman. The more she used dark magic, the further she descended. Dark magic has a different effect on someone who comes from a family whose magic is naturally dark instead of light. And the Black family magic is as dark as it comes. It's why we always focused you, Hermione, on light magic. You come from two families with naturally dark magic, while Harry comes from a family whose magic is naturally light. Neither is inherently better than the other, but the dark magic would pull you under the madness quicker than Harry.” Watching Sirius talk about his cousin who almost killed him was an odd experience. Having a family member try to kill you in any other family would be unheard of, but they were Black’s. It was, unfortunately, normal. 

“Cissa put her grimoire in the family library. Maybe it will help you if you go and read a bit of it.” He spoke to Hermione in a way that added the emotional support she needed. It was no secret that Hermione still suffered from nightmares most nights. Crying out in the dead of night, begging her cousin to let her go. And on the worst nights, she would relive watching Bella plunge a knife into Tonks over and over again. Each time they got there second to late to save her cousin and friend. It would take hours to reassure herself when she woke that she had, in fact, gotten to Tonks in time, and she was at home with her son. That she was one of the best aurors out there. 

“Maybe I will. I need to make a trip to Blackmere before school starts anyway.” Silence took over the room for a while till Kreacher popped into the room, letting everyone know that Miss Parkenson had arrived for Mistress Hermione. Giving the decrepit elf a thank you that was ignored, she got up and made her way down to the floo parlor and hugged her friend. “Tonight will be interesting.” Hooking their elbows together, Hermione led the way up to the third floor of the townhouse. 

“So, why do you live in the townhouse instead of the manor again?” Pansy asked as she looked around. Compared to the way most purebloods lived, the townhouse was tiny. While it was large for Muggle standards, it lacked the certain haughtiness the manors held. 

“Well, Blackmere is the family's official residence, but Grimmauld feels more homey in a way. Despite how awful my grandmother was to my mother, she always loved this place. Plus, Sirius never would have been able to keep track of us at Blackmere. And every member of the Black family has access to Blackmere by blood, which would mean Bella had access, so Grimmauld was always the best option.” Hermione was babbling, but she couldn’t help it. It had been a long time since she and Pansy had truly been friends, and she was nervous to become acquainted. 

 “Wait, that beast is yours?” Pansy said as she stopped in the doorway. Her eyes locked on the orange ball of fluff that was curled up on her bed. 

“Oh, you have met Crookshanks? He's my familiar.” 

“He used to come into the common room and attack anyone who got near Draco before sleeping with him almost every night.” 

“So that's where the little traitor used to disappear to at night. I just always thought he was hunting at night, but he was always a fan of Draco since I got him.” She smiled at her orange fluff ball as he lounged on the bed. He had been her fierce protector while she was in school. He was such an intelligent cat that sometimes she even wondered if he was a person trapped within a cat's body. During the war, she had been miserable without him, but it was not safe for a cat while on the run. Thankfully, she was able to rope Kreacher into keeping him safe and cared for. No matter how much the house elf despised the task. 

“Speaking of Draco. What exactly is happening between you and him? He's been moping around the manor more than normal since we saw you last. And Narcissa isn’t helping at all. She's been going on and on about finding you the perfect sutor.” Pansy spoke as she perched on one of the armchairs in front of the roaring fire. A wicked smirk on her lips as she observed Hermione. 

“Narcissa has a wicked streak when things are not progressing the way she designed. Lucius meddled with her plans by being Lucius. Unfortunately, Draco and I are caught up in the crossfire, and Draco has to fix his father's mistakes. Within the year.”

“The marriage contract with Astoria?”

“Yes. It has a deadline. If it is not dissolved or Draco does not comply within the allotted time then he will be stripped of his family magic and will be disinherited.”

“Wait, that would mean the Malfoy line would end. Draco is the only heir.”

“Not exactly. Luna would be the heir then. Her mother, Pandora, was Lucius' sister. We all know how stubborn Lucius is. He would rather see the family line go to a Lovegood than have his plans thwarted. It's all rather Machiavellian.” As Hermione spoke, she walked over to her vanity and slipped off her rings and jewelry. Her tattoos and soul mark slowly bleed back onto her skin. “It doesn’t matter that Draco and I have a soulbond. It doesn’t circumvent magical contracts.” A soft shrug pulled at Hermione's shoulders before she looked at the black haired woman. “Enough about me. Are you finally going to make a move on Neville?”

At the mention of the herbology fanatic Gryffindor, Pansy looked away with a soft blush coloring her cheeks. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” 

“Oh, please, Pansy. I wasn’t even at school last year, and I know something happened between the two of you. So spill. How did sweet, innocent, and honestly pretty oblivious Neville catch your attention?” As Hermione spoke, she walked to her closet to find the perfect dress for the occasion. Knowing Narcissa, the dinner party would be extravagant. 

“So, something did happen, but that doesn’t mean anything will happen again. It was just a fling. We were just using each other to relieve tension and fear.” Pansy denied and justified her actions with all the venom and grace of a perfect Slytherin lady. She was never one to express her feelings. Even though she felt everything so deeply, it would shock anyone who didn’t truly know her. 

Poking her head out of the closet Hermione looked at Pansy. “Do I need to wear an evening gown or will a cocktail dress do?” as always Hermione was a little worried her choice of attire will not impress her godmother even though deep down she knew she could show up in a burlap sack and Narciaa Mafoy would think she was the most beautiful girl alive. She just couldn’t help it. Narcissa was the closest person she had as a mother figure, and Hermione had a habit of clinging to her. The time apart during the war was heartbreaking, and in truth, Hermione never thought she would recover from the loss of her godmother in her life. 

First, there was the fear that the Dark Lord would win and that Hermione would be punished for her part in the order. It wouldn’t matter that she was technically his cousin. All that would matter is that Hermione fought against him. That she had chosen the side of Muggle-borns and Muggles. That she had fought against the pureblood elites even though she rightfully had a place amongst them. She was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself. 

Then, she had to worry that Narcissa and Draco would end up in Azkaban. If they were both taken from her to be thrown into that desolate place, she wouldn’t have been able to live with herself. She fought tooth and nail to secure their acquittal. Between her testimony and Harry's, it hadn’t been enough. Even with memories surrendered, proving everything they did was coerced and done against their wills, Hermione had to get a little dirty. 

It didn’t take much. Collecting information on some of the key members of the Wizengamot. Then sent them little presents with proof that they had supported Voldemort. With notes that the evidence would be turned over to the DMLE if Narcissa and Draco were sentenced to Azkaban. Hermione knew her father would have been proud of her for it. 

She did find the information within his grimoire after all. The funny thing about his grimoire was that there was always new information placed within it when Hermione truly needed it. Just little clues like bread crumbs for her to follow. She hadn’t seen any of the other Grimoires do this, but she didn’t second-guess it. Black family magic was ancient and unpredictable. It wouldn’t be a surprise if, even from beyond the grave, the spirits of the Black family could lead their descendants. Though she never asked Sirius about the occurrences either. 

“Cocktail, but something sexy. The way he becomes undone when you wear periwinkle or emerald.”

“Well, he did send me this beautiful emerald necklace from the Malfoy vaults. It truly is exquisite and too much to wear on a normal basis.” Looking at the jewelry that was on display in her closet, Hermione sighed. 

 “It would also be a declaration. Family jewels around your neck while his betrothed is at the dinner party. The scandal. It would also show the Greengrasses that you would not back down from taking what is rightfully yours.” Pansy's voice had taken on that subtle hint of mischievous plotting. The tone that always meant everyone around her was going to be subject to her whims. 

“Oh, but Lucius has ensured that I have no claim to Draco. I have read the contract. There are four ways for the contract to be dissolved. One, Lucius dissolves it, which we all know he will not do. Two. Walforf Greengrass dissolves it, which he will not do because he drove his family to poverty by throwing all of his money at Voldemort and keeping himself out of Azkaban. Three, Draco and Astoria get married and have a male heir. And finally, four, Astoria is found to be compromised and unable to produce a healthy male heir. I do not see one or two happening. Three would break my heart, and I would never be able to look at Draco again, so it would be a moot point. And four, well, it isn’t altogether impossible, but first Astoria's father would have to agree to the examination, which I doubt he will do. It's not exactly a secret that a blood curse runs in the Greengrass family, and if she is found to have it, then it would destroy the contract.” As she spoke, Hermione looked out the window. Her eyes took on a look that spoke of the anguish she was feeling due to the entire situation. 

It was a punishment as much for her as it was for Draco. Deep down, Hermione knew one way to get Lucius to dissolve the contract, but it was not something she was willing to even contemplate. It was for the greater good that Lucius remained in Azkaban. That he was never allowed to step foot outside the cold, desolate walls that were battered by the North Sea. 

“Well, a quick spell could always render Astoria barren, even without the blood curse.” Pansy looked down at her manicure as she spoke so flipantly. “I doubt anyone would even really notice. The rumor around Slytherin was that  Astoria didn’t exactly care for the male persuasion. She much prefers the company of witches compared to that of wizards.” 

 “That would be even more of a reason for her family to want to enforce the contract. The Greengresses are so set in the old ways that they would never allow one of their daughters to marry a woman. It is rather tragic if it is true. I do feel sorry that Astoria is caught up in the mess that has become our lives.” Flopping back on her bed, Hermione looked up at her ceiling, which was charmed to show the constellations. It had been like that since she was a baby, and she never had the heart to remove the charms. They were placed by her mother and cycled through all the constellations that represented her family. 

“Well, at least she's placed in a situation where the people will care about the outcome. It could be worse. She could be betrothed to the likes of Flint or Montague. Daphne has been in a relationship with Pucey since our 5th year, so it's a done deal. Their betrothal will lead to a marriage. He at least treats her right, even if he has a wandering eye.” Pansy stood, walked over to Hermione, and sat beside her. “Now, enough about them. We need to get you ready to render Draco to his knees while he begs for your forgiveness. If he isn’t a pile of mush by the time I’m finished with you, then I have failed in my task to make you the most drop-dead gorgeous witch to ever walk the earth, after me, of course.” 

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August 1999

A dramatic entrance always brought about attention, though for some, it was from the wrong people. Narcissa always knew how to provide the perfect amount of flair with the grace and subtle tact of a perfectly bred lady. For that was what she was. The product of Druella Rosier and Cygnus Black. Both were steeped deeply within their convictions, though her mother, Druella, had softened in her beliefs after watching the damage it had caused her eldest daughter. That softening influenced Narcissa greatly. With great difficulty, she was able to reconnect with her mother and elder sister, Andrameda, on her mother's deathbed. Though it was only temporary, it had a lasting effect. 

Separated by the war, Narcissa lost contact with her sister once again in an attempt to keep them safe. Often, Narcissa would sit and contemplate how different her life would have turned out if she had followed her sister's lead instead of blindly following the rest of her family. Would she still have a son? Would she have fallen in love with Lucius, or would she have found a wizard who did not hold onto the old ways? While she loved her husband, for she was truly lucky to have a love match, unlike her eldest sister, she often found herself regretting their bond. The terror he had brought into their family by his choices. He brought a psychopath into their home. Had allowed their son to be branded and tasked with the unthinkable at the age of 16. He had cost her the rest of her family. Her sister she had secretly reconnected with, and her goddaughter, who meant more to her than life itself. 

The day she had to watch her precious Hermione as she was dragged into the drawing room within her own home, a part of her love for her husband died. Having to watch the little girl who owned a part of her heart, whom she helped raise, while she was tortured by her eldest sister broke Narcissa more than any form of torment she had experienced during the war. Having to venture into Hermione's mind to help protect her sanity as she was hit with Cruciatus after Cruciatus. Having to listen as Hermione begged her with in her mind not to react, for even in her pain-filled mind, Hermione knew what Bella would have done if Narcissa or Draco tried to interfere. 

The sob of relief that had escaped her when Hermione was able to escape could be heard through the entire estate. While she allowed her sister to believe it was from the fear of what the Dark Lord would do when he found out they allowed Harry Potter to slip through their fingers once again, she knew her son and husband knew the truth. It was because she knew her precious little girl had been able to live another day. To continue to fight to free them all from the tyranny of a madman set to destroy the world they lived in. 

 She truly admired her little girl. While it was easy for most to fight a war that they simply said was light versus dark, pure versus muddled, Hermione saw the truth. She had to fight against her own family, for she was truly the most weighed down with family obligations. She was from two ancient houses. Both steeped within magic so dark it could taint even the purest of hearts. Relatives who wanted her dead on all sides. Most who truly looked into Hermione's heritage would have assumed she would have been pulled into the sway of the Dark Lord, he was her cousin, after all, no matter how distantly related. Yet her little girl had remained strong and determined to defeat the evil that had plagued her bloodline for so long. She was so much like her parents that Narcissa could see both of them within her every action, even though the girl had spent so little time with them. 

 Yet her little girl had grown into a woman who took after Narcissa with her flair for the dramatic. It truly brought a small smirk to her lips as she watched her goddaughter step out of the floo in a flare of green flames. Her normal lion's mane of curls smoothed to fall in a long waterfall of brown locks with peaks of a beautiful caramel slipping through. Her eyes were framed by a dramatic black liner that transformed into a beautiful smoky effect, bringing out the gold flecks that speckled her honey eyes. Her lips were painted in a dramatic red while she smiled sweetly at the elf who collected her black cloak. 

 But it was what was underneath the cloak that proved she had been raised by Narcissa in the art of making a statement. An elegant emerald green dress wrapped around her curves. The corset-style bodice pulled in her already delicate waist while the sweetheart neckline and off-the-shoulder sleeves showcased the curve of her collarbone, while providing just enough skin that Narcissa knew her son would not be able to think straight the entire night. The eligantly draped fabric of the skirt revealed a slit that went to her mid thigh while the dress fell to her knees. It was perfect for a dinner party while also showcasing Hermione's rebellious ideals of the pureblood expectations. 

 Though the true showstopper was the emerald necklace that rested at the hollow of her throat. The gold chain was thick enough to support the six-carat emerald that hung in the center. Narcissa knew the necklace well. It was from the Malfoy vaults. An engagement gift from Spetimus Malfoy to his wife Lysistrata Malfoy, nee Yanxley. A second necklace of smaller teardrop emeralds was secured on a delicate gold necklace hung under the herloom. This one she had never seen before, so she assumed it was one of the designs her son had been pestering the family jeweler to create as of late. 

 “My darling girl, you look beautiful,” Narcissa said as she took Hermione into her arms and hugged her. Resting her hand on her shoulders, she pulled back and looked into her goddaughter's eyes. For once, she was almost as tall as Narcissa due to the heels Pansy no doubt pressured her into wearing. Up close, Narcissa could see the subtle gold earrings and bracelets that adorned her goddaughter’s skin while she wore her ever-present rings. Though she could see something Hermione normally kept hidden. Gold lines spread from her left hand along her clavicle to her heart. “Is this?” she said with a soft gasp. Shocked by the revelation that the tanned skin showed. 

 “It is. I thought this was the perfect occasion to reveal it.” Hermione spoke as a soft blush came to her cheeks. 

 “How long have you known?” Narcissa tried to think back if she had seen the same lines adorn her son's arms, but he always wore shirts with long sleeves, no matter the weather. 

 “We have known since our sixth year. Too bad it does not change anything.” Narcissa watched as her goddaughter lifted her shoulders in a shrug before smiling softly. “Thank you for hosting this dinner. I know all of us would not fit within Grimmauld Place, and Blackmere is still under renovation.” 

 “I am more than happy to host this dinner. It also allows me to meddle just a smidge.” 

 A worried look took over Hermione's expression before she spoke, “What have you done, Cissa?” 

 “Oh, I only invited that strapping Quidditch player who is entirely enamored with you. You did quite a number on him at the Yule ball for him to still be so besotted with you, my love.” A twinkle of mischief sparkled in Narcissa's icy blue eyes while the corner of her lip tilted up. It was a look all knew meant Narcissa was planning something big to cause just the right amount of chaos to push everyone into the place she wanted them.

 “Hermione” rang through the hall, causing Hermione to turn and look at the figure that was quickly making his way towards the pair. Her honey eyes looked over the hulking figure she had met during the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The time away had been gracious to the man. He still towered over her, and his arms were thick, while he possessed broom thighs that could make any woman drool. But now his hair had grown longer. It was no longer closely cropped, now it fell to his shoulders and was artfully disheveled. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white Oxford with the top few buttons undone. 

 Without waiting for permission, he picked her up and spun her around as he hugged her. “Victor!” Hermione laughed as she placed her hands on his shoulders. Unfortunately, that was how Draco found them as he finally made his descent down the grand staircase. His silver eyes promised a painful death for the Bulgarian bonbon for touching what was his. When Victor finally set her down, Hermione looked between Victor and Draco with wide eyes. “What are you doing here? I thought we would be meeting for lunch tomorrow.” She asked as a way to keep Draco from trying to invite himself into the conversation. 

 “Mrs.Mafoy invited me. How could I pass up the opportunity to see you early?” A bright smile stretched across his face as he looked down at Hermione. It was easy to realize that Victor had grown more confident in his English. “I also have two surprises for you.” He said with an infectious joy filling his voice. 

 Stepping back from Victor, Hermione smiled brightly while Draco walked over and wrapped a possessive arm around her waist from behind. Pulling her tight against his chest while he bent and kissed her neck. “You look breathtaking, my love.” The claim was about as subtle as a glowing neon sign floating above her head that shouted, ‘Property of Draco Malfoy touch at your peril.’ “Welcome to our home, Krum,” Draco said as he finally lifted his face from her neck and glared at the Quidditch player, making it clear he was anything but welcome. 

 “Thank you for your warm welcome. It has been so long since we have seen each other.” Victor said, either not realizing Draco's hostility or simply not letting it faze him. 

 “Everyone has already made their way to the dining room. Shall we join them?” Hermione asked as she stepped out of Draco’s hold and made her way down the hallway, leaving the boys behind to measure their wands. 

 A sigh of relief escaped Hermione as she walked into the dining room and was immediately enveloped within the arms of Charlie and Bill Weasley. “We are so sorry for our idiot of a brother,” Bill said as he pulled away and smiled down at her. Before she could even think of a response, a body collided with her from the side before wrapping her in a tight hug. 

 “Mione!” Ginny yelled as she held onto Hermione tightly. 

 “Ginny, I can’t breathe.” She managed to get out, causing the redhead to loosen her hold as her bright blue eyes looked at her with worry. “Don’t worry, Gin. I know you had nothing to do with Ronald’s temper tantrums. But if I were you, I would spend more time talking to the two people you actually fancy.” Her eyes moved over to look where Blaise and Luna were sitting together towards the end of the table. Blaise was enraptured as Luna spoke in her ethereal voice about some creature or another. 

 “I don’t fit there.” Ginny’s voice was soft and held a hint of her insecurities. Even while Ginny and Harry had been a couple, the three of them knew where Ginny’s heart truly lay. While they had been on the run, Ginny had only grown more enraptured with Blaise as he worked with her to keep the younger children safe from the Carrows. Let alone her affection for the Ravenclaw, that could lure anyone into her enchanting web of airiness. 

 “I have never heard a bolder lie, and I broke into Gringotts as my deranged cousin. Now go. And if they do not want you, I promise we can run away together and marry.” 

 “Pretty sure Draco would murder me if we tried,” Gin said with another hug before she got the courage to go and take the seat across from Luna and Blaise. 

 “How our imbecile brother could not see that Gin didn’t love Harry as more than a friend is truly astounding,” Charlie said as he shook his head. For once, his long red hair was down instead of being pulled back into a small bun at the nape of his neck. 

 “That is because Ronald only sees what he wants to see unless it can benefit him. He liked the attention that being friends with Harry Potter brought. But he stopped being a true friend long ago. Now he’s just making noise to keep the attention on himself.” Pulling away from the two eldest Weasley brothers, Hermione smiles up at them. “True friends do not use you to bolster their image.” 

 They continued to catch up with each other for a few more moments before Narcissa called for dinner to be served. By the time everyone was seated, Hermione somehow ended up to Draco’s right. While he and Narcissa sat at the heads of the table. As she looked across, it took everything to keep a scowl from her lips as she looked onto the face of Astoria Greengrass. 

 “Thank you for the invitation to this dinner.” The girl said softly as she looked at Hermione. “I am so sorry for what my parents have done. Truly. I will do everything I can to help.” 

Hermione lifted an eyebrow as she looked at the girl before looking at Draco. “She’s lovely. She will make a wonderful Lady Malfoy.” 

 “I would prefer not to become Lady Malfoy, no offense.” As Astoria spoke, she kept her eyes on Hermione. “I’m actually in a relationship, and I will do anything to be able to stay with Hannah.” 

 “Hannah Abbott?” Draco asked, unable to keep the surprise from his voice. That was one thing Hermione had noticed more and more. He wasn’t occluding nearly as much as he had for the last few years. And with that freedom from his mental bonds came the inability to hide some of his stronger emotions. 

 “Yes. We started dating before the war. My parents do not approve, obviously. They think it’s just some passing fancy. A rebellion against them that I will grow out of, but I truly love her. If it were an option, we would run away together, but the contract is bound in blood.” Hermione watched as Astoria deflated into her seat. She felt a little bad for her hatred of the girl, though deep down, she knew she would hate any person who was with her Draco. Even if that person did not want to be. 

 “We will find a way.” Hermione finally said before a commotion further down the table pulled her attention. 

 Bill, Charlie, and Victor were all standing. Smiles on their faces while everyone looked at them. “Well, this seems like a better time than ever to announce that the three of us have taken positions as professors at Hogwarts this year.” 

 Joy and confusion settled over Hermione as she looked from the Weasleys to Victor. “You're not playing Quidditch this season?” 

 “My healer says I must take a year off. After I got injured last season, my shoulder has not fully healed properly. That was one of my surprises.” 

 “He’s taking over for Madam Hooch while Bill is teaching Magical Theory, and I’m teaching Care of Magical Creatures and taking over for Hagrid since he has moved to France to be with Madame Olympe Maxime.“ As Charlie spoke, Hermione looked between her three new processors, unable to decide where she should start first. 

 “Well, congratulations! I can't believe the three of you will be with us all year!” Hermione knew Fleur had been pushing for Bill to get a job that would put him in less mortal danger than being a curse breaker. Bill had the experience that would be useful in the position. Then there was Charlie. How McGonagall had convinced the dragon tamer to leave the reserve and move to Hogwarts must have involved some kind of blackmail and a lot of pushing from Molly. Though the real issue was Victor. Draco was already on edge with Hermione being so far out of his grasp, let alone the fact that a man she once had any semblance of a relationship with would be around was asking for trouble. 

 All Hermione wanted was one year where she did not have to worry about the boys in her life causing trouble. Was that truly too much for her to ask for?

 Thankfully, the rest of dinner went relatively smoothly. Of course, there were lively discussions about what everyone would be doing before school started, and a brief interruption from one of the house elfs letting Narcissa know Rodolfus Lestrange had sent his regards, but he was unable to attend. It was extremely likely he had completely forgotten about the dinner party, and one of his house elfs sent his regards for him. The man might have spent the last four years hiding out on the continent, but he was still the flighty and ever-intoxicated man who had been a character in Hermione and Harry's lives growing up. 

 After dinner, Narcissa and Sirius retired to Narcissa's private study while Bill, Charlie, and Victor had to leave to finish moving or preparations for the coming school year at Hogwarts. This left the newly legal adults to have a little fun of their own. In the form of Vertaserum or Dare which had been sugjested with a flourish by none other than their very own chaos junky Theo. 

Once they were all settled into the Malfoy family library, everyone found themselves in a circle with a glass of their alcohol of choice. “Pecured straight from dear old Lucy’s study,” Theo said proudly as he held up two vials of Vertaserum. Despite the potion being highly illegal, it came as no one's surprise that Lucius Malfoy had his own stash. The aurors may have raided the manor, but they hadn’t been nearly as thorough or competent enough to find the truly interesting and dangerous artifacts and contraband located within the walls of the ancient manor. 

 Once everyone had added a few drops of the potion within their drinks, a bottle was placed in the center of the group and spun by Theo. Mischief clouded his eyes as it landed on Ginny. “Vertaserum or Dare, little red?” 

 “I'm a Gryffindor. Of course I'm going to choose dare. Give me your worst, Nott.” 

 “You may regret that, little red.” A chuckle escaped him before he said, “I dare you to kiss the person you like the most.” 

 There was only a moment of hesitation while Ginny took in a deep breath before she crawled across the circle and kissed Blaise before she pulled away and kissed Luna. When she pulled away, she looked at the shocked expression on Blaise’s normally composed face and the smile on Luna’s serene expression. 

 “That was quite lovely, Ginny. It would also seem the wrackspurts have started to disappear from your ears now.” Luna’s words only brought a bright smile to Ginny’s lips as she moved back to her seat. As the bottle spun again, everyone waited till it slowed and landed on Harry. 

 Without waiting for Ginny to ask, he said, “Vertaserum. I know better than to take one of Ginny’s dares.” 

 Waiting till he took a sip of his drink, Ginny thought about what she would ask, before a question she had always wanted to know came to her mind. “Is it true you and Hermione used to talk in Parseltongue when you wanted to keep something a secret? There were always rumors, but no one could ever confirm seeing the two of you speak together.” 

 Unable to stop himself, Harry blurted out, “Yes. We have been speaking Parseltongue together since we were kids. Hermione just never wanted anyone to know because she's a Gaunt, and with everything that happened second year.” Taking in a deep breath, Harry looked at Hermione. “I’m so sorry.” 

 “It's okay, Harry. Everyone in this circle we can trust with our secrets.” Leaning over, Hermione hugged her brother before watching as the bottle spun again. Ignoring the inquisitive looks from the rest of their friends. Especially Draco, who hadn’t known at all. 

 Before long, Theo had to send a howler to Professor Trelawney, Luna had to go and get a feather from one of the Malfoy family peacocks (Thankfully, she came back unscathed), and Blaise had to confirm he helped his mother cover up one of her husbands deaths (he still didn’t know if she actually killed her husband or not). 

 When the bottle landed on Astoria, she looked apprehensive, but with a reassuring nod from her sister Daphne, she selected Vertaserum. Knowing this was a chance to give Draco a little bit of the information he needed to get the contract dissolved, Blaise asked, “Have you been tested for the Greengrass blood curse?” 

 “There is no need for me to be tested. I am already showing symptoms. It started during the war, and I have gotten weaker since. The healers said the only way for me to get better is for me to give up my magic.” When she finished talking, she placed her hands over her mouth. “I wasn’t supposed to tell that to anyone.” She said with wide eyes before she got up and ran from the room. Daphne got up and glared at Blaise. “Thanks for that.” She said with a sneer before following her sister out of the room. 

 “That was too far, Blaise,” Hermione said as she stood and walked out to see if the two sisters were okay. Hermione may not have been happy about Astoria’s presence in her life, but she couldn’t help but care for people in need, and Astoria was definitely in need of some help. 

 Making her way into the floo parlor, she found the sisters. Astoria was crying while Daphne held her, trying to calm her down. “I’m so sorry, Astoria. Blaise shouldn’t have asked something so personal in front of everyone. But I must warn you now that Draco knows he will use the information to force your parents' hands. He is ever the opportunist that way.” Hermione tried to keep her voice soft so as not to spook the girl, but the girl was still in her way, and that small part of her that was vicious and vengeful couldn’t help but be elated in the news that there was hope. 

 “You know I was the one who leaked the contract,” Daphne said as she glared at Hermione. “Marrying Draco is Astoria’s only chance to get away from our parents. You could get anyone you want, and your family would support it. If Astoria doesn’t marry Draco, they will find someone worse.” 

 “And I’m sorry for that, Daphne, but I will not allow anyone to stand in the way of Draco and me. He is my soulmate, and I will destroy anyone who thinks they can take him from me. I suggest you find someone else for Astoria to marry before your parents do if you want her to end up with someone who will be kind to her.” 

 “You almost sound like Bellatrix when she would talk about Voldemort,” Daphne said before pulling her sister into the floo and leaving. Her words did what was intended and devastated a part of Hermione that was already having doubts within herself. 

Chapter Text

August 1999

It was a week before they were meant to board the Hogwarts Express for their last trip to Hogwarts. One week till they could put the reality and responsibilities of their world behind them for a little longer. Unfortunately, the day they were about to embark on was full of their future responsibilities. Over the last year, Hermione had gotten used to appearing in front of the Wizengamot to provide her testimony against many of the Death Eaters that had been captured after the battle had finished. There were still two that had yet to be captured, and they featured heavily in Hermione’s nightmares. 

 Antonin Dolohov and Fenrir Greyback. 

 Even thinking the names would make the scar that stretched across her chest tingle and ache. She would wake in a cold sweat some nights. Screaming from the nightmares. She remembered the pain from the curse as it coursed threw her body, burning her heart almost to the point of death. If it wasn’t for the fact that she silenced Dolohov before he was able to fully cast the spell, she might not have survived. Or the way Grayback had taken in her scent as if he was claiming her. The depraved words he spewed as he dragged her into the manor she had spent countless hours in while growing up. In the very drawing room, she used to take her French lessons. Where she would once get praised by her tutors while the boys would grumble about having to attend class when they could be flying. 

 Now the room was filled with nightmares, just like the Wizengamot chambers were. Facing the very men and women that she had spent a year on the run from. Hermione knew that some of the members of the Wizengamot were supporters of Voldemort, yet there was no way to tie them to the psychopath, so they were able to remain free to twist and turn the Wizarding World once again. 

 Flooing to the Ministry was easy enough, yet the real issue was the press once they arrived. The atrium was flooded with reporters and photographers. It was meant to be a simple and quick formality. Theo, Draco, Pansy, Harry, and Hermione were meant to stand before the Wizengamot with their petitions to officially receive their titles and everything that entailed. And it was simple enough.

 First, Harry and Hermione stood before the Wizengamot. Hermione claims the Gaunt family title as the last heir. At the same time, she petitioned for her family seat within the Wizengamot. They were rather quick to come to their decision. “The Wizengamot has voted to accept your petition to receive the title of Lady Gaunt as the last living member of the ancient and illustrious Gaunt family. Hopefully, you will make a considerably better impression on the Wizarding World than some of your family members have before you. You will be required to select a representative to fill your seat till you have graduated Hogwarts and completed your N.E.W.Ts. There is already a ministry-appointed representative filling the role, and they would be more than happy to continue to serve you.” The Chief Warlock spoke as he looked down at Hermione. 

 Tiberius Ogden had been selected to become the new Chief Warlock following Dumbledore's death. While he opposed the appointment of Umbridge, Hermione did not trust the man. From the information she had been able to gather about the old man, she was able to determine he was anything but a fair and just man. His dealings were just as gray as the rest of the Wizengamot and sometimes downright black. Though he always maintained an impeccable public image. 

 “Yes, I believe Pius Thickness was appointed to be the representative for the Gaunt family before he was placed under an Imperius and turned into a puppet for Voldemort. And now,” her eyes moved across the members of the Wizengamot before they landed on a portly-looking wizard with a balding head. While Ernest Dimes did not fight in the war, Hermione had located records that he had worked closely with Yaxley to punish those who opposed Voldemort's rule. None of the information was enough to bring a conviction forth, but Hermione knew better than to doubt her source. “Mr. Dimes, the House of Gaunt will no longer require your services. I will be appointing my Uncle Sirius Black as my representative on the Wizengamot while I finish my education.” Once she made the appointment, she was dismissed while Harry was called to represent his petition, which happened quite the same as Hermione’s, just like Pansy and Theos. 

They all knew everything was going to smoothly by the time Draco was called to present his petition. “Ahh, I see you have a similar petition as the ones that have come before you, Mr. Malfoy, yet we seem to have a slight issue with your petition. Unlike the four that had their petitions heard before you, there is someone who currently occupies the title of Lord Malfoy, is there not?” Ogden asked as he looked down his wrinkled nose at Draco. 

 “Yes. My father, Lucius Malfoy, is the current head of the Malfoy family. I have brought my petition forward because he is no longer able to attend to his duties as Lord Malfoy due to his incarceration within Azkaban, Chief Warlock.” 

 While Draco spoke, Hermione observed the rest of Wizengamot. Some looked like sharks circling a bloody corpse. Like they knew something Draco did not and it took an embarrassingly long time for Hermione to realize what was happening. Honestly, it wasn’t till the doors opened and a man was led into the chambers dressed in Azkaban prisoner robes that everything clicked into place. 

 Lucius Malfoy stood chained and in rags before his son. His skin was translucent, and his eyes bloodshot. His normally luscious and flowing silver locks looked ragged and brittle. Body was skinny and starved. Yet Lucius still managed to carry an air of dignity around him that should not have been possible for a man in chains. 

 “As is his right as the current Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient house of Malfoy has elected to defend his right to maintain his title.” The Chief Warlock spoke as Draco looked at his father with disdain in his eyes. Hermione could feel the anger at the elder wizard as if it were a physical force within the chambers. The utter feeling of betrayal and despair often plagued Draco when he thought of his father. The man who was meant to protect him and his mother. Lucius was supposed to be someone Draco could look up to and emulate, yet there was no world where Draco could find it in himself to truly think of his father as more than a hindrance and danger to everything Draco cared about most in the world. 

Looking away from the Malfoys, Hermione looked at Harry. Making sure everyone was distracted by the unwanted arrival, she spoke to her brother in Parseltongue. “I cannot believe I let you talk me out of blackmailing the Wizengamot.” 

 “I didn’t think they would go as far as pulling the devil from his cell and into court. How does he still manage to look intimidating?” As Harry looked at her, his eyes were wide. 

 “I shouldn’t have listened to you. With him in court, they wouldn’t dare vote against him.” Hermione had spent enough time within the manor to learn how to break into Lucius's study. It was almost painful with how easy it was, though with how arrogant Lucius was, he never would have thought Hermione sneaky enough to actually break in and ruffle through his belongings. 

 “Lord Malfoy, your heir has brought his petition before the Wizengamot because you are unable to uphold your duties. What do you have to say for yourself?” 

 “Thank you for the opportunity, Chief Warlock.  It pains me greatly that my son has so little faith in my ability to provide for our house. Before my incarceration, I met with our family solicitors to ensure all of the needs were fulfilled for my family till my son completed his education and married. As is tradition within the Malfoy family, he is ineligible to receive his inheritance till he is married. I fear he is simply performing this useless attempt of circumventing the stipulations because he is unreceptive to the match that was made for him.” As Lucius spoke, his voice was like silk. Weaving the narrative that Draco was some disgruntled child simply fighting with their father because their favorite toy got taken away. From the looks of more than half of the Wizengamot members, Hermione knew they would vote against Draco. In truth, they most likely would have voted against all of them if they could have justified it, but alas, the lot of them were the last surviving members of their families, except for Draco. 

 No matter how Draco attempted to argue against his father, the Wizengamot did indeed vote against Draco till he was able to uphold the stipulations that had been set in stone for generations. “This isn’t over, Father. I will ensure you never have access to a single Malfoy resource. And I will marry, but it will not be Astoria. I will marry Hermione one way or another.” Holding up his hand, he let his father see the gold markings on his palm. “No magical bond with another would set regardless of any contract you signed.” 

 “Oh, Draco, I am rather disappointed in you. There is more than one way to do away with that pesky soul bond. I trust you will make the appropriate decision before I take matters into my own hands and ensure the proper continuation of our family.” As Lucius spoke, his eyes went from Draco to Hermione. A dangerous threat written within his stare. A shiver ran down Hermione's back, but she kept her eyes clear of the subtle panic that settled within her very being. 

 “If you lay a finger on her, there is nowhere you will be safe from my vengeance.” Draco’s voice was almost more of a growl than actual words. Standing from her seat, Hermione made her way over to Draco and took his hand in hers as she glared at the brittle man. Watching as he was dragged out of the chamber. Hatred in his eyes. 

 Without warning, Draco pulled Hermione into his arms. Burying his face within her neck. Reassuring himself that she was safe and nothing was harming her. “I’m okay, Draco. He cannot harm me while he is in Azkaban.” Hermione whispered while her uncle and godmother walked over to the pair. 

 “Come, you two. It is time to leave. Hermione, we have an appointment to keep.” Sirius spoke while he watched his niece extract herself from Draco’s arms. It was no secret that Sirius wasn’t the biggest fan of their relationship, but he also knew it was safer for him to remain quiet. The witches in his life were far too terrifying for his own good. Between Narcissa’s overwhelming protectiveness and Hermione’s temper, it was safe to say Draco was off limits for Sirius to voice his disappointment. 

 “Right,” Hermione said as she fully stepped away from Draco and placed a soft kiss on Narcissa’s cheek. 

 “We will have tea before you go to school, my sweet,” Narcissa said as she cupped Hermione's cheeks and smiled as she looked into her goddaughter's eyes. “Do not fret about what happened today. We will find a way. We will fix everything.” Even when Hermione held her emotions in, Narcissa could always see through her. She could always see the underlying worry and panic that no one else could ever see. 

 “I know.” Hermione always missed her mother. It was a deep-seated hurt that never left, but it lessened when Narcissa was around. She used to feel the same hurt for her father, but since she got Crookshanks, it had lessened. The cat was so protective of her and watched out for her; it almost filled the void she felt when she thought of her father. The man was in her life longer than her mother, but she still barely knew him. He was an enigma Hermione was never able to figure out while she was young, and even reading his grimoire never truly cleared up any of her questions. 

 With a final goodbye, Hermione, Harry, and Sirius walked out of the chambers and made their way back to the Atrium to return home. What should have taken no more than five minutes took nearly 30, even with the aurors trying to make a path through the crowd of reporters and photographers. All shouting for attention and fighting to have their questions answered. It was deafening as voices shouted louder and louder till it was a constant thundering echo. 

 The peace that settled over them as each stepped foot through the floo and into their townhome was a welcome reprieve. By the time most of the families within the sacred-28 had settled within Britain, the tradition of imbuing a home with sanctity had been given up. Buildings like Hogwarts, Gringotts, and even some of the buildings in Diagon Alley, like Ollivander's, were sentient in their own ways. Imbued with so much magic, they were a life form of their own, locked within stone and glass. Places like Hogwarts and Gringotts were protective of their inhabitants. For Hogwarts, it was the students and professors who lived within its walls. The wills of the founders built into the very foundation. Gringotts' hunger for its vaults to be filled. Some of those vaults even take the qualities of their owners, with the more items placed within. 

 There were a few of the older families, the Malfoys, Blacks, and Gaunts, who kept the tradition alive within their own homes. Unfortunately, the Gaunt family estate had been destroyed long before Hermione's mother was born. From the few paintings that had survived, it had been a sight to behold. Almost rivaling Malfoy Manor, almost. The only home that could truly rival Malfoy Manor was Blackmere. Built in the 18th century, it was far from the first home the Black family resided in since they migrated from Basque. All of the ancient family spells were even still performed in Euskara. Even those that were used to build Blackmere. It made finding anyone to renovate the property almost impossible. But Hermione was a determined witch, and she wanted to move into the ancestral home after graduation. Wanted to restore it to its former glory and update it so her children would one day get to run through its halls. 

 While Grimmauld was their family seat, technically, it wasn’t their ancestral home. And then there were the personalities of the two homes. While Grimmauld accepted those with Black blood, no matter their blood status and even if it was begrudgingly, it was still hostile to anyone who wasn’t a pureblood. Poor Harry suffered from nightmares almost nightly because of the house. It had been happening since he was a child, but since the war, it had gotten exponentially worse. The generations that had filled the halls before them had been staunch in their beliefs. In their hate. It filled the magical bond to the point that the house was beyond salvation. 

 Blackmere, on the other hand, had sat empty for generations. Its only inhabitants were those who were mourning their dead and those who had been entombed within the graveyard. What hate had festered within Blackmere had long since fallen from its memory. When Hermione would feel the bond as she walked through the halls, all she could feel was elation and acceptance. Harry had even told her that he could feel a budding bond with the manor once Sirius had added him to the blood wards. 

 It had taken time for Hermione to realize that her uncle had grown so accustomed to living within the hostile walls of Grimmauld that he would never truly be comfortable living anywhere else. On their visits to Blackmere growing up, he had always been uncomfortable. Like the pleasant acceptance was too much for him after so many years of hatred being the only feeling to fill the bond with his home. He associated Blackmere with final goodbyes instead of a lighter future. 

 The second the war had ended, and they had a moment to breathe, Hermione and Harry had sat down and talked about their futures. Harry was debating between Quidditch and becoming an auror. Hermione argued he could always become an auror later, but for Quidditch, he would need to either be scouted or try out directly after he finished school. While Hermione was still debating which mastery programs she was going to complete before going into politics. 

 The one thing they both agreed on was leaving Grimmauld Place as soon as they could. The Potter properties were all either destroyed during the first war or were in ruins from lack of maintenance. There were plenty of other properties within the Black family all over the world, but Blackmere was the most welcoming of them all. So Hermione had set out to locate decorators and stonemasons who spoke Euskara fluently enough to perform the ancient magic that would be required. Thankfully, the family still held contacts within Basque. It only cost a fortune to have them come and perform the work needed. 

 Sirius would oversee the work done to the property while Hermione and Harry were at school. It was their graduation gift. He knew everything they wanted and was more than happy to have something to focus on. It was a rather traumatic experience sending your kids back to a place where they had almost died more often than they had been safe. 

 As the clock struck the top of the hour, the three flooed to the ancestral home to meet their solicitor and so Hermione could spend some time in the library. As they stepped out of the floo, Harry looked at Hermione. “Do you still play to look at it?” his voice was soft enough so Sirius would not notice. 

 “I have to know what happened, Harry. I have to know why she changed and how she became so twisted. How the dark took her over so completely.” Her fingers traced over the scar on her arm as she looked at him. “I trust you will keep Sirius distracted while I do. If he knew I was going to look into Bellatrix’s grimoire, he would lose what little sanity he has left.” With a conspiratorial smile, she slipped away from her uncle and made her way through the halls. Eyes following her as she passed portrait after portrait. Some smiled while others sneered. Thankfully, soon, the hostile portraiture of her ancestors would be placed within a highly warded room that would keep them not only trapped within their own frames but far away from the inhabitants of Blackmere. 

 Slipping into the library, Hermione walked down stacks till she found her way into one of the halls only those with Black blood could walk down. Unlike the dark wood of the main library, this hall was light with white and gold features. The books were old and swirled with family magic. Ledgers with their family history, legal paperwork, and family trees for each branch of the Black family filled the shelves. Making her way to the piano that sat in the hall, she played the notes that would open the hidden doorway that contained the Black family grimoires. The melody was dark and foreboding, much like the aura that filled the hall as one of the bookshelves pulled away from the wall and opened into a dark and cold hallway. Sconces flared to life as she made her way along the hallway, looking for the grimoire she needed. 

 Hermione always thirsted for knowledge. Always wanting to know more and more. It didn’t matter if it was wizard or Muggle history, light or dark magic, she needed to know all of it. That thirst only grew during the war, almost to the point of it being an obsession. A mind healer would probably say it was due to her constantly having to look over her shoulder, waiting for someone to kill her. But Hermione liked to think it was just a Black family trait. They had always been known to be obsessive to the point of mania. It was easy to see the trait in Sirius when he would go off the deep end. Narcissa hid it well, but if one looked closely, it could be seen in the way she obsessively cared for her family. 

 As her fingers finally brushed along the spine of a black grimoire with silver lettering along the spine, Hermione paused. Belletrix Black 1951-1998. She thought it was strange that the year she died was on the spine. It wasn’t on her father's, but then again, she never really thought about it. As she looked at all of the Grimores on the shelves, she noticed all of them had a birth and death year on the spines under the name of their owners. “Strange. Maybe it's because I haven’t placed fathers in the archives yet.” She thought aloud as she pulled the book off the shelf and grimaced at the blood spatters along the front and pages. “Lovely.” The sigh left her lips as she found a seat at the singular alcove within the archives. 

 It could have been minutes or hours as she sat there reading about Belletrix’s early years at Hogwarts. Her cousin could never have been considered a particularly pleasant person. It was clear from the beginning that her beliefs were the same as the rest of the families, yet she hadn’t been so violent and devout within her beliefs. That is, till Voldemort became more of a presence in her life. Of course, Hermione knew her grandparents and their families were part of his original knights, but she would have thought they would protect their children from the dangers that entailed. Though with how Lucius had no issue involving Drac,o she should have known. 

 She could see the way Bella’s dissent started. She was enamored with the dark lord even as his looks faded. It was his power that drew Bella in, and the praise she received when she did something particularly dark. Skipping ahead, Hermione read about her marriage. About Bella’s disdain for Rodulphus, yet she still did what was expected of her. What truly broke her was the stillborn son she gave birth to. It was widely known that using dark magic while pregnant could have devastating effects on the child, but that didn’t stop Bella, and it cost her the rest of her sanity. 

 Tears streamed down her cheeks as she processed the despair and grief that wafted from the pages. It was palpable in the air as if Bella were in front of Hermione, experiencing it firsthand. That was how Sirius found her. Worry filled her uncle as he rushed to her. Taking her into his arms, he rubbed her back and told her everything would be okay, till slowly she regained her composure. “Enough grimiore reading for today. Spending too much time here will cause the dark magic to seep into your soul.” 

With a nod she stood before a thought filled her mind “Sirius why doesn’t fathers grimiore list his death year like the rest of them?” 

Chapter Text

Welcome feist and introduction of the new teachers

September first was a day that every witch and wizard either looked forward to or dreaded. For some, it meant sending their children off on the Hogwarts Express for the first time, while for others, it would be the last. For the children, it meant getting to fully embrace who they were. Meeting friends, new and old. No matter what your feelings were, magic filled the air of Platform 9 and ¾. Parents, family, and house elfs bustling around while children ran to their friends. First years clutching onto their parents while 7th years offered help. 

As 8th years and head boy and head girl, Theo and Hermione arrived early. Smiles on their faces as they helped the younger students get settled onto the train. Hermione paid particular attention to the Muggleborn students. Reassuring their parents that all would be okay and instructing them on how to get in contact with their children. This year's 1st  year class was a little larger than usual since it also contained the students who were meant to start the year before, as well as any Muggleborn students who were supposed to attend the year of the war. 

Many parents, muggle and magical, feared sending their children to Hogwarts now, and as head girl, it was her job to reassure them everything would be fine. When she came across a particularly worried mother as she held the hand of her young daughter, Hermione smiled softly. “The first year is always the hardest. My uncle almost fainted when I first stepped foot on the Hogwarts Express, my first year.” Her voice held an infectious mirth that caused the mother to relax a little. “I’m Hermione Black, the head girl this year.” Looking at the little girl, she held her hand out for her to shake. “And who might you be?” 

“Aliza Evans, but my friends call me Elle.” She said before her eyes lit up, “Are you the Hermione that helped defeat you know who?” The little girl said with excitement as she held up a new edition of Hogwarts: A History. Much to Harry and Hermione’s displeasure, the new edition that was released just weeks before the start of the school year had a rather large section on the horrors that were their Hogwarts experience and the war.. “My mummy and I read about you and what you did!” 

With the release, Hermone and Harry had been stopped more often than not to sign copies. She had signed no less than 12 that morning alone. “I am.” 

“So everything that happened in that book is real?” the mother asked with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m still trying to process all of this. It’s all just a lot. Just a few months ago, I was getting her ready for school, and an owl of all things pops up with a letter telling me she's a witch and is invited to go to a magical boarding school. And reading that book, I’m just worried about sending my little girl off to somewhere that clearly does not put the safety of the students very high.” 

“It did, but I can reassure you your daughter will be perfectly safe. Hogwarts wouldn’t have reopened if it weren’t and there have been measures put in place to make it easier for Muggle parents to contact their children. We no longer have a headmaster who deliberately put students at risk, and the dark wizards have been taken care of. I promise you that your daughter will be safe and she will get to experience some of the most amazing experiences the Wizarding World has to offer. Hogwarts is truly a magical place. I grew up around magic, but stepping into Hogwarts for the first time was better than getting my wand.” 

The little girl pulled her wand out and smiled brightly. “Getting my wand was amazing! It felt like a part of me was missing before I touched it.” 

“I felt the same way.” Hermione smiled at her before looking back at the mother. Pulling a piece of parchment from her purse, Hermione used her wand to make a copy before handing it to the mother. “Here is everything you need to know and the location of all of the owl posts closest to you. The train will leave at exactly 11, so make sure to listen for the whistle. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask.” Giving the mother a reassuring smile, Hermione walked over to Theo, who draped his arm over her shoulders. 

“Tell me again why we accepted the positions of head boy and girl, again, princess? Everyone is so panicked like Voldy is going to pop back up and murder us all.” His voice was flippant as always as he spoke. 

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because for the last seven school years he attempted to do that very thing till he outright took over.” She smacked his chest as she looked up into his sapphire eyes. 

“Ouch, stop hitting me or I will spank you, then Draco will kill both of us. Besides, it's not like he's going to come back now. He's dead dead. Boy Wonder made sure of that. Speaking of boy wonder, where is he?” 

“Already on the train, saving one of the large compartments for us. Sirius gets jumpy when we go off to school, so we thought it was best to arrive early so all of the parents wouldn’t get freaked out with a large black dog running around, howling in grief. And with our history, I cannot blame him for worrying.” Sighing, she leaned into Theo as she looked around and saw Ronald walking onto the train with Dead, Seamus, and Cormac trailing him. “Great Ronald has gained lackeys.” She said before the train whistle went off, marking the last warning to board the train. Waiting till everyone else had boarded, Hermione and Theo climbed on and made their way through the hall till they found the compartment their friends had settled in at the back of the train. 

Before she could fully step into the compartment, Draco reached out and pulled her onto his lap and buried his face in her neck. Placing a soft kiss just behind her ear as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Giving her no room to escape. “I will never let you out of my reach again, my love.” He whispered, causing Hermione to laugh and shake her head. 

“It's been a week, Draco. You went almost two years without seeing me and were perfectly fine.” 

“Being forced apart from you for your safety does not mean I was perfectly fine. Every second I am not in your presence is torture. Like the air is pulled from my lungs, leaving me dying on the floor, gasping for the very essence I need to survive.” His words were accompanied by kisses along her shoulder and neck. 

“Have you always been this dramatic?” She asked as she tried to hide her smile. He knew she always loved it when he was overly romantic and cheesy. It would always give her goosebumps and make her smile. 

“I got you something. Pulled it from the vaults this morning.” Pulling one of his arms free, he reached into his robes and pulled out a large square jewelry box. “There have been reports of Dolohov and Grayback sightings in Scotland. If you are ever in trouble, all you have to do is stroke the snake's head three times, and it will take me to you.” 

Opening the box, she looked at an emerald wrapped in a gold snake on a long, thin chain that she would be able to hide under her shirt. The protective magic almost pulsed as she picked up the pendant and looked at it. “I don’t remember ever seeing this in the vaults when I would go with Cissa.” 

“That's because it was in my grandmother’s Rosier vaults. She always liked you more. She would be proud for you to be the one to wear it.” Without waiting for her to even agree to wear the necklace, Draco opened the clasp and held it up. “Lift your hair, my love.” Knowing better than to argue over something that involved her safety, she lifted her hair as he placed the necklace around her neck. Even if she tried to fight him on it, Harry would back him up and push her to take it. 

“This is not a courting gift, Draco. I meant it when I said I will not be with you till the contract is gone. I am no man's mistress.” Once the necklace was in place, she stood and sat across from him. Taking the seat between Blaise and Pansy. When Draco stood to come after her, she lifted her leg and pushed him back down with her foot. “Be a good boy and stay.” As laughter filled the compartment, Draco growled and glared at her with a heat that went straight to her core. 

“Now that Drakie is finished manhandling our resident Gryffindor and princess, and head girl, can we plan the first party of the year?” Pansy asked with a cunning smirk. “We have our own dorm with no pesky little kids to interrupt. I say we take advantage of that and kick the school year off properly. Blaise and Theo will handle the alcohol. I’m sure Hermione could sweet-talk the elfs into making us plenty of food and Theo a Muggle DJ set that he saw at a club.” 

“We could also get Neville to supply the best weed.” Harry supplied with a smirk. 

“Is the Choosen One suggesting we get high?” Theo placed his hands on his throat as if he were clutching a set of pearls. 

“Did you think we handled everything we have been through each year sober?” At Harry’s question, Hermione couldn’t help but laugh. 

“How many school rules have the two of you broken exactly?” Blaise looked between the two Gryffindors while Draco pouted. 

“Almost all of them, honestly. We just didn’t get caught, and when we did, we ended up saving the school from some disaster or another, so it was swept under the rug and won us the house cup.” Leaning back, Hermione smiled as she looked at her nails. “Let's see, first year it was Quirrell, dear old Voldy, who was on the back of Quirrell's head, and the Philosopher's Stone. Honestly, we thought it was Snape trying to steal it, but we were wrong. I should probably apologize for setting his robes on fire.”   

“Yeah, and the second year was the Basilisk and Tom Riddle’s journal. He was fit before he started splitting his soul and started to look like a snake.” Harry’s words caused everyone but Hermione to look at him in shock. “What? If he wasn’t evil, he could have charmed his way into being Minister with his looks alone.” 

“Oh, and then finding out Scabbers was really Pettigrew. Having the man who is responsible for your parents' death in the bed next door with your best friend.” Hermione shivered at the thought, “That year is when Neville discovered what to grow, and we started to get high to deal with everything. It was just too much. And really, it just got worse from there. Our Hogwarts lives have just been cursed, honestly. I just want this last year to be normal. No Death Eater nonsense. No Dark Lord trying to take over Britain. I just want to study, spend time with my friends, do outstanding on my N.E.W.T.s, and relax. No saving the school or risking our lives.” 

“Princess, even while still saving the world, you managed to get top marks. You could get outstanding on your N.E.W.T.s while asleep. You will get the full snake experience this year. No lion bravery. It's time the two of you come home where you were meant to be all along.” Theo reached across and took her hand in his. “Besides, if there is any trouble, just sick Draco on them. He's practically foaming at the mouth to prove himself to you.” Theo always knew what to say to take any tension out of the air and make everyone else laugh, though he did receive a punch from Draco. 

For the rest of the ride, the group dissolved into laughing and reliving the best parts of their Hogwarts years. Towards the end of the ride, the girls stepped out of the compartment to give the boys a chance to change before they switched. Wanting to stay together, the six shared a carriage to the castle. They stopped short when they reached the Great Hall. Instead of the normal four long tables that took up the length of the room, there were five. 

“Ahh, Hermione! Theo! As head girl and boy, I expect the two of you to set a good example. The middle table is for the 8th and 7th year to sit together in a show of inter-house.” Professor Flitwick said as he hurried along the aisle between the tables. “Remember good examples!” He said as he walked past to no doubt meet the 1st years that were being escorted across the lake by Charlie, since Hagrid would not be returning this year. 

Thankful that they could all sit together at least they made their way to the end of the table closest to the professors, hoping it would at least discourage some of the students from saying anything to Draco about his past. It wasn’t long before they were joined by Ginny, Luna, and Neville. 

As the tables started to fill, the group could feel eyes on them from every direction. It wasn’t till the tables were almost full that they heard a voice they were planning on avoiding for a little longer. “Well, if it isn’t the Chosen One and the Golden girl with their group of Death Eaters. How the mighty have fallen.” Ronald sneered as he looked at Harry and Hermione till his eyes landed on his sister. “Why are you sitting with them, Ginny?’ 

“Because they are my friends, you git. Now leave us the hell alone before I hex you.” To emphasize her point, Ginny pulled out her wand and lazily aimed it at her brother. “I’m sure Bill and Charlie would love to find out that you are bothering their favorite students.” Before he could say anything, Bill stood at the professor's table and looked at him with his arms crossed and a raised eyebrow, ready to step in if his siblings started to throw hexes at each other at the welcome dinner. 

“Whatever. Keep associating with trash if you want, Ginny, but when they bite, don't come crawling back to me.” 

“Oh, don’t worry, we will only bite when she wants it,” Blaise said as he draped his arm over Ginny’s shoulder and leaned in to kiss her cheek while he kept his eyes locked with Ronald's. 

A blush colored Ginny’s cheeks, and everyone settled back into their seats. 

A hush fell over the hall as Headmistress McGonagall stepped up to the podium. “It is my profound honor to welcome all of you back for another year at Hogwarts. Before Professor Flitwick joins us with the incoming first years, I would like to offer some words of wisdom. Over the last two years, we have experienced great destruction and upheaval that has done lasting damage to our world. All of you had to face great danger while you walked the halls of the school that was tasked with protecting you. Some have lost friends and family within these very halls. I want to reassure all of you that your safety is of the utmost importance. Now I believe it is time for all of us to once again experience the joy that fills is meant to fill this great hall.” 

With a wave of her hand, the Great Hall's double doors burst open, and Flitwick led the large group of 1st years into the hall and up to where the headmistress stood beside a stool while holding the Sorting Hat and a scroll. “'Welcome to Hogwarts,' said Professor McGonagall. 'The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. The houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Gryffindor values courage, chivalry, and determination; Hufflepuff emphasizes hard work, patience, and loyalty. Ravenclaw champions wisdom, wit, and creativity, and Slytherin values ambition, cunning, and resourcefulness. As your names are called, please come up the steps and sit on the stool. The sorting hat will be placed on your head so you can be sorted into your house.” 

A smile lit up Hermione’s face as she watched each first year walk up nervously as their names were called, then watched as their entire demeanors changed to excitement as their house was called. Cheers filled the room from each house as a new member was added. When little Aliza Evans was called Hermione gave her an encouraging smile. Watching as she fiddled with her sleeve till the sorting had called out Gryffindor. Before she knew it, the little girl ran over and hugged Hermione. “I wanted to be in Gryffindor just like you!” Smiling Hermione hugged her back. “You will love it. Your mom will be so proud, and Gryffindor is lucky to have you. Now go make some friends.” Letting the girl go, she watched as the little girl ran to the Gryffindor table. 

“Already making new friends, my love?” Draco said with a smirk, causing Hermione to push him softly, “I calmed her mother down. She's Muggleborn and was worried.” 

“One day you will make an amazing mother to our children.” He said with a soft smile that sent a flutter through Hermione’s chest. 

Once all of the 1st years were sorted, McGonagall stood at the podium again and looked out at the students. “As all of you have noticed this year, the 8th and 7th years from all houses will be sitting at the center table instead of with their houses. This is for multiple reasons. This year's 1st year class has more than double the number of students we normally expect due to the school being closed for a year, and some students being excluded from the last school year. We are also promoting inter-house unity, and we expect the 7th and 8th years to be an example and show the growth we all have experienced from the horrors that were thrust upon you. Most of you have fought in a war, and I expect all of you to flourish and grow from the experience.” Her eyes moved over the crowd of students in a way that felt like she could see into their souls. 

“This year, we have many returning professors as well as many who are new to our halls. While looking for new professors for the open positions, it was decided we would bring in professors who attended several of the wizarding schools around the world. Taking over the transfiguration position, we have Alexander Van Droombeeld, who graduated from Ilvermorny.” As she spoke, a blonde man stood and smiled at the students. “From Durmstrang, we have Ludwig Koch, who will be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts, and  Victor Krum, who will be teaching flying and presiding over the Quidditch season this year.” A smile pulled at Hermione’s lips as Victor stood with a man who looked like he was forged from steel. “Charlie Weasley will be taking over for Hagrid as the Care of Magical Creatures professor, as well as our groundskeeper. Magical Theory and Apparition will be taught by Bill Weasley. Our new Muggle Studies professor will be Margrite Darcy, who is a Muggleborn who graduated from Hogwarts just a few years ago herself. We will also be welcoming back Professor Snape, who will now teach Occlumency and Legilimency. Joining us from Beauxbatons, we have Jean Flamel, who will be teaching Alchemie, and Genevieve Laurent, who joined us during the Tri-Wizard Tournament. She will be teaching Light and Dark Magic, Holidays, and Traditions. From Uagadou, we have Kaikara Akingbade, who will be teaching Wandless and Wordless magic. And for those few who have been accepted, I will be teaching a class on Anamagi.” As McGonagall went over the list of teachers, Hermione was practically vibrating in her seat with excitement. 

“Is she going to be okay?” Blaise whispered to Ginny as he watched Hermione with wide eyes. 

“Oh yeah. I think she just recognizes some of the names. There is a reason she's the biggest swat around.” 

“I will leave you with just a few parting words. It has always been said that Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it. If anyone needs help for any reason, please reach out to your head boy or girl, Theodor Nott and Hermione Granger, your heads of house. Horace Slughorn for Slytherin, Bill Weasley for Gryffindor, Margrite Darcy for Ravenclaw, and Bathsheda Babbling for Hufflepuff. There will also be two mind healers who will be joining us from St. Mungo’s later this month. And I am always available. Now, please enjoy the feast.” As she raised her hands, food filled the tables, and the students started to talk amongst themselves. 

Hermione was too excited to even think about food as she started to talk. Not even noticing that Draco was filling her plate for her. “Did you catch some of those names?” She asked as she looked at Theo and Harry, “Koch was the warden of Nurmengard for years. He has had to deal with some of the worst of the worst. Nurmengard makes Azkaban seem like a vacation. It was built by Grindelwald to imprison his rivals, and now he has a cell of his own in his tower of horrors.” At the mention of Azkaban, shivers sent down most of their spines, but Hermione, of course, did not notice. “And Jean Flamel is the great-great-great-grandson of Nicolas Flamel. The Nicolas Flamel who created the Philosopher's Stone. Kaikara Akingbade is the daughter of Babajide Akingbade, who is the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards. And the Van Droombeeld’s are American Wizarding royalty. They are basically their version of the Malfoy’s and Black’s.” 

“So McGonnegall hired Hermione’s wet dream of professors. Fantastic. We won't be able to pull her away from class long enough to do anything fun.” Pansy pouted as she crossed her arms. 

“She will calm down after she gets to talk to them and ask a million questions. Who wants to bet she tries to get Nicolas Flamel's notes on creating a Philosopher's Stone just so she can prove that she can do it?” Blaise looked at their friends with a smirk. 

“Oh, it's not if she will. It's when. All of the rare books in the world couldn’t keep her from getting those notes, even if she had to break into his home.” Harry said with a sigh. “She’s going to get me arrested.” 

Chapter Text

September 1999

McGonagall stood at the podium once again with a smile on her lips. “Years one through five are now dismissed to their house dorms for the night. Fifth-year prefects, please ensure the first years find their way to the dormitories safely.” It took several moments for the hall to clear of the lower years, but once it did, Professor Flitwick and Professor Vector stood on either side of McGonagall. “Sixth years, please follow Professor Flitwick to your new dormitories, and seventh years will follow Professor Vector. Eighth years will follow me,” she said with a smirk on her lips. Everyone was excited to see the new dormitories. After living in shared dorms for years, it would be amazing to live in new and single rooms.

Single rooms. That was something Hermione was most excited about. She would be able to study as late as she wanted without having to worry about annoying a dormmate. As they walked over the age line that separated the new additions from the rest of Hogwarts, Hermione looked around eagerly. It was during her walk that she noticed the new portraits. A gasp left her lips as she saw some of her classmates who had fallen during the Battle. Colin Creevey with his camera. Fred Weasley with a mischievous smile. Lavender Brown with a flirtatious glint in her eyes. Even Crabbe and Goyle were there watching.

“We thought it appropriate for their portraits to grace the halls in this section of the castle,” McGonegall said as the group stopped. “Some have not woken, but most have.” She turned to look at Ronald with a soft smile. “Fred’s portrait has woken, but you will notice soon enough that his ghost has as well. He can often times be found with Peeves causing some mischief or another.”

“Have any others chosen to haunt Hogwarts?” Hermione asked as she looked at the Headmistress. Draco took her hand and squeezed it, knowing exactly who she was worried about haunting the halls.

“Only some of the students. None of Voldemort’s army has awoken, and the ghosts have all agreed to notify me if any do so happen to awake.” With that, the tour continued. They passed classrooms and staircases with McGonegall pointing them out as needed. When they got to a set of double doors, she stopped. “This library is for the upper-level classes. This one is to be shared for the 6th-8th years. You will find it is quite larger than the Hogwarts library and that the magic within is far more complex. The books located within can be rather temperamental.” Hermione itched to throw the doors open, but refrained as McGonegall started to walk again.

“The 8th year dorms have been designed with enchantments much like the Room of Requirement. The common rooms will not change, but each of you will have your own personal rooms. When you touch the door for the first time, it will create the most ideal room for you. For some of you, the rooms will boast house pride, while for others, it may even recreate your bedrooms from home. If your needs ever change, you can always ask the rooms to change to reflect what is missing. The 8th-year dorms are also unique because they have their own library as well as study rooms that will create the ideal environment for you.” As they all stopped at a large gold Hogwarts crest with the school motto underneath and the top filigree in the shape of a dragon, they waited for McGonagall to give them the password.

“The 8th-year dorms can only be opened by your magical signatures. To open them, place the tip of your wand on the dragon and lightly tickle it.” After her instruction’s one of the students stepped up and did as instructed. As the student pulled their wand away, the dragon let out a small puff of fire before the wall split down the center of the crest to reveal the common room.

A bright smile lit Hermione’s face as she walked through the door and looked around. The common room was made up of three rooms. The main room with the grand staircase that would lead up to the dorms was filled with plush couches and chairs. Deep reds and browns gave it a cozy yet luxurious feel that reminded Hermione a little of the Gryffindor common room. Through the rounded alcove, she found a room with wizard's chest and different tables for people to sit at and play games or study. The last room reminded Hermione of a coffee shop with its warm lighting and bar.

“Oh, we will definitely throw the best parties with this setup,” Blaise said, pulling Hermione out of her musings.

Turning, she smiled at the man before laughing softly. “You are already plotting how many cases you can fit back there and how you can sneak everything.”

“Of course, my lady. I am nothing if not prepared. I believe Kreatcher still has access to cross the Hogwarts wards. Think I can bribe that scary old house elf that refuses to let you free him?”

“I am sure he can be persuaded. He may hate us, but he still listens if we ask for something. He only ever liked my deplorable grandmother.” A shiver went down her spine at the thought of Walburga. The intolerant woman’s portrait still hung at Grimmauld Place and never missed an opportunity to scream at Hermione for her choices.

Making her way up the stairs, Hermione quickly noticed the rooms were not separated into girls' and boys' dormitories. Instead, everyone's luggage was sitting at the end of the hall waiting for people to pick their rooms. She made her way down the hall that was shaped as a large circle with doors on each side. Finding Harry and Draco standing at two doors with one between them, she laughed. “Of course, the two of you would make sure you are next to me.” She said as she shook her head and placed a soft kiss on each boy's cheeks. Across the hall, Theo, Pansy, Blaise, and Neville stood at their doors. With a nod all seven turned and placed their hands on the knobs. Feeling it head under their hands for a moment before they cooled and unlocked. “It must have memorized our magical signatures because I can feel wards on the door now,” Hermione spoke aloud to herself with a smile before pushing her door open and gasping softly. The room was absolutely perfect. In creams and golds, the room gave Hermione a calming feeling that made her want to relax and read a book. The wardrobe was already open, with her clothes and items floating into it from her trunk. Crookshanks jumped onto the bed and stretched before making himself comfortable.

The room featured little things that made her feel more at home. But it was the bathroom that truly made her smile. It had rich gold accents like the bedroom, with a nice tub and a sink that looked like it was picked from an enchanted forest. It felt like home in a way that Hogwarts always lacked before.

Feeling the weight of the day, she decided to take a quick bath before climbing into bed. They would have four days to settle in and explore the castle before their classes started on Monday.

And explore she did. Hermione left no room in the castle unexplored. Draco, Harry, and Theo always followed her as she explored. The four had become inseparable in those first few days back at the castle. Though it was the libraries that truly caught her attention. Each had their own unique attributes, but it was the 8th-year library that had her heart. It had four wings, each with its own unique characteristics. The north and south wings were the largest. The north wing stretched on for four stories with study tables down the center. It was filled with the general knowledge they would need. The south wing only had three stories, but it was more comfortable with couches and a little section with tea services and snacks. It had books that focused on the elective classes they could take. The east and west wings each featured two stories, with the east wing housing knowledge on light magic and the west wing featuring the 8th year version of the restricted section. In the west wing, you had to take specific classes to gain access. It featured a section that housed books on arcane magic that could almost rival what was housed at Blackmere or Malfoy Manor.

Hermione also found the study rooms fascinating. When she wanted peace and brightness, the room would change to resemble a private study with flowers and vines climbing the walls and large windows that let in sunlight. But her favorite so far was a room that resembled a dome with a skylight showing the night sky. The center of the room was made up of a large couch that more so resembled a bed. For several nights, she had sat in the center reading till she fell asleep, leaving Draco, Harry, or Theo to carry her back to her room for bed.

The Saturday before classes started, they through a party celebrating Pansy’s birthday. Music pulsed through the common room, and drinks flowed all night. The common room was packed with everyone from the 6th, 7th, and 8th years. Houses and grudges did not matter that night. People danced, snogged, and hooked up with each other as if a war never happened.

At some point, Hermione was sitting off in the corner, needing a moment to relax. She was more than a little drunk and high as she lounged back on one of the plush chairs. Her eyes were closed when she heard a voice, “Why him?” When she opened her eyes, she saw Ronald standing in front of her. His eyes looked wild, and his face was red. “Why did you choose him of all people, Hermione?” He asked his voice getting a little louder, “He is a Death Eater!”

“It was always going to be Draco. I would have always chosen him to spend the rest of my life with. I have known that since I was a kid. There was never really another option I would have considered.” She said as she stood and looked into Ronald's eyes. “And he had no choice but to take the mark. Just like I would have been forced to if Voldemort could have gotten his hands on me. My father bore the mark and betrayed him. If Voldemort could have gotten his hands on me, he would have forced me as retribution for what my father did.”

“That's different! You wouldn’t have wanted to, he did!” Ronald grabbed her shoulders and shook, causing her head to rattle. “You were supposed to be mine.” Before she could react, Ronald leaned down and kissed her roughly. Gripping her arms tighter as she tried to pull away.

Her mind was too riddled to think of a way to get away from him, but thankfully, he was ripped off of her. Tears were in Hermione’s eyes as the music stopped and the room fell silent. A fist connected with Ronald's cheek, and Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione, holding her tightly. “Touch her again and I will kill you myself,” Harry said as he stood between Hermione and Ronald. His knuckles were red as he glared at Ronald. “I mean it, Ron. Touch my sister again, and any friendship we once had will not be able to save you.”

“If I knew you were a puff when we met 1st year, I never would have been your friend. I lost my brother because of you. Don’t worry, I don't want a Death Eater slag anyway. Might catch something.” As Corman, Dean, and Seamus came to Ronald's side, he put his hands up and started backing away. His cheek was red, and his lip was busted as he glared at Harry. “Watch yourself, Harry. You're not the golden boy anymore.” Turning, he strolled away from the people he once called friends.

Draco kissed the top of Hermione’s head and rubbed her back as she held on to him. “It's okay, my love. He’s gone. He won't touch you again.” He whispered in her ear.

“Take me to my room.” She said as she lifted her head from his chest and looked up at him. Without hesitation, he bent and scooped her into his arms. Holding her to his chest as he made his way up the stairs. Glaring at anyone who looked their way. When he laid her down, he went to leave, but she grabbed his hand. “No stay. I don’t want to be alone tonight.” As he stood there at her bedside, Crookshanks stood on the bed with his hackles raised and glared at Draco. It wasn’t a new experience. Anyone who had ever met the half-Kneazle knew he was protective of Hermione. It was not uncommon for a dead rodent or snake to end up in someone's bed after they got on the bad side of Hermione.

Standing there, he waited for the Kneazle to pass his judgment before the cat jumped from the bed and trotted out of the room. “I have a feeling the Weasle will receive something dead in his bed by morning. There isn’t a ward in existence that can keep that cat from exacting revenge.” Climbing into the bed, Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione and pulled her to his chest. Feeling her cuddle up to him before she finally settled.

“Crooksie is just protective. How many times has he left something dead in your bed?” Her voice was slightly muffled as she spoke, but he still heard her.

“If he wasn’t leaving something dead in my bed, he was sleeping in it. He is also rather protective of Harry as well. I always knew when the cat was going to get revenge on someone in Slytherin by the amount of fur on my bed.” He kissed the top of her head again and nuzzled his own face into her hair. Surrounding himself with her scent. “Sleep, my love. Tomorrow is a new day.”

When she woke up on Monday, excitement filled her. Lying on her pillow above her head, Crookshanks lightly placed his head on top of hers and meowed softly. “Good morning to you, too, Crooksie!” She said as she lifted her head and placed a kiss on his. “Try not to get into trouble while I’m in class. I heard Ron's scream yesterday morning.” Looking at her cat, she raised an eyebrow and smirked at the self-satisfied look the cat had.

Getting up, she got ready in her school uniform and looked over her schedule for the day. Transfiguration and charms before lunch, then arithmacy and charms after. Tuesdays and Thursdays were the only days she had a free period to study, but it did not bother her at all. She even made a color-coordinated schedule for herself, Draco, and Theo since they had most of their classes together. Not wanting anyone to feel left out, she made schedules for her other friends, even going as far as to put charms on them that would update with all of their assignments and when they were due.

“Honestly, you are a little terrifying,” Theo said as they walked down the stairs as he stared at the schedule she gave him. “When did you have the time to do this?”

“Last night, before I went to bed. I make them every year for Harry and me. It's how I can make sure he doesn’t fail. He is brilliant, but if I do not stay on top of him about his grades, he would spend all of his time on a broom, ignoring his grades.” As annoyance filled her voice, Harry looked at Theo with a sheepish expression. “Good luck. If you get anything less than an E on any assignments, she will drag you to the library and use a sticking charm to force you into a chair to study. She once didn’t let me leave the library for an entire Saturday.”

Draco laughed from Hermione’s side, “Maybe you should do better in class, and she wouldn’t have to.”

“You’re only saying that because she hasn’t done it to you.”

“No, when we use sticking charms, it's for activities that are far more fun.”

“Draco!” Hermione said with wide eyes and smacked his chest, “What we do in the bedroom is not for anyone else to know.”

“Well, you're the one who clarified, Princess.” Theo took on a teasing smirk as he looked at her with wiggling eyebrows.

Breakfast was filled with teasing and jokes as they all got ready for the day. Thankfully, their first two classes of the day were all together. Wanting to be the first to arrive, Hermione made everyone leave a little early so they could get to Transfiguration. Walking into the class, a man with long, golden blonde hair leaned against his desk. His robes were more relaxed than she had ever seen a teacher wear, but she figured it was an American thing. Draco sat at the table beside her while Harry and Theo took the table behind them. Blaise and Ginny took the table beside them with Neville and Pansy behind them. The only person they were missing was Luna, who ended up dancing into the room with Rolf Scamander.

Looking over, Hermione could see Blaise and Ginny share a look before facing the front of the class. “I have never seen Blaise look jealous before,” Hermione whispered to Draco, causing him to look and pay attention to their friends.

“I have no idea what is going on between him, Luna, and Ginny, but you are right, my love. He's jealous.” Draco kept his right hand on Hermione’s thigh under the table. Drawing small circles with his thumb absentmindedly.

“How did we never notice the two of you before?” Harry asked from behind them with a laugh, “You are always touching.”

“We hid it better before. Besides, we are not together. He’s engaged, remember.” Hermione pushed Draco’s hand from her thigh, causing him to growl at her in frustration.

“I am not engaged, you infuriating woman. Unless you will accept the ring I have sitting in my room for you.”

“Not a chance, Malfoy. You have a contract to take care of first.” A smirk pulled at her lips as he glared at her.

“Alright, everyone. Welcome to Transfiguration. I am Alexander Van Droombeeld. Please call me Professor Alex or Alexander. I will not doom anyone to have to recite my last name. As you were informed at the welcome dinner, I did, in fact, graduate from Ilvermorny in America.” He said with a kind smile as he looked out at his students.

Before he could continue, Hermione’s hand was in the air, still maintaining the eagerness she had always shown at learning something new. “Yes, miss?”

“Black. Hermione Black. I wanted to know which house you were in at Ilvermorny.”

“Ahh, Miss Black, I have heard much about you and your thirst for knowledge and your actions during the war. I was part of the house Thunderbird. House Thunderbird tends to favor those who have an appetite for adventure, as well as those who honor the soul of a witch or wizard. Adventure is what has brought me to Hogwarts. What better place to teach than somewhere that has such a rich history and excitement around every corner?” His smile was kind as he looked at Hermione, but his attention was pulled away by Cormac calling out in class, causing him to frown.

“Better watch out, Malfoy. You just might have another teacher you have to contend with, and this one has vaults that can match yours.” Ronald, Dean, and Seamus laughed with Cormac. Standing, Hermione pointed her wand and transfigured Cormac into a rat. “Look, Ronald, I gave you a new pet. At least, you know this one isn’t a sniveling traitor who would betray his friends. Oh, wait, you already have that covered.” She looked at the three boys and a rat with a raised eyebrow before sitting back down.

“Impressive use of transfiguration, Miss Black, but I must insist everyone refrains from transfiguring each other. Who even taught that?” Alexander asked as he transfigured Cormac back into himself. Watching the boy as he looked around, panicked.

“A rather insane Death Eater who was polyjuiced as our DADA teacher. He honestly was our best DADA processor so far. He taught us how to fight against dark wizards.” Harry said with a bored tone. “He did try to get me killed, but that was a yearly experience.”

“Mr. Potter, I presume,” Alexander said with a nod. “Well, let us hope this year is different.” He said hopefully.

The class proceeded with a basic overview of what they would be studying that year, and thankfully, had no other eventful interruptions.

Before class was dismissed, Processor Alexander handed Hermione a slip to report to the headmistress for her actions.

“And the first detention of the year goes to our very own Princess.” Theo cheered as they walked out of class.

“Shut up, Theo. He deserved it. Though maybe I should have used a different spell.” She took Draco's hand in her own. “Are you okay?”

“It's amusing seeing someone other than myself transfigured into a small creature. As long as it's not used on me, turn whoever you want into a creature, my love. In fact, I would greatly enjoy seeing Weasle turned into a Weasle if you are taking requests.” With a smirk, he leaned down and kissed her cheek. “I'll see you in charms. Good luck.”

“I’m her favorite. Hopefully, that has earned me some leeway.” Letting go of Draco’s hand, she starts to walk away before looking at him over her shoulder. “Save me a seat in the front. No sitting in the back.”

“I would never dare to tarnish your unbroken streak of sitting closest to the professors, my love. What kind of boyfriend would I be?”

“You are not my boyfriend, Draco.” She called out to him as she made her way to McGonagall's office. Knowing all of the back passageways, it did not take her long to reach the headmistress’s office, where the phoenix was already open and ready for her.

“You may enter, Miss Black.” She called out before Hermione could knock on the door. Stepping into the office, she kept her head high, not ashamed of what she did and willing to accept whichever punishment she was given. “It is the first day of class, Hermione. Must you transfigure students?”

“Cormac McLadden deserved it for insinuating I would sleep with a teacher for what is in his vaults. He is lucky that what I chose to do was harmless. I learned more than a few spells that could have left him missing pieces.”

“Please, at least refrain from doing such actions in front of your professors. I cannot be seen picking favorites in my first year as headmistress.” McGonegall plucked her glasses from her nose and cleaned them with a flick of her wand. “But since you are here, I do have something to give you,” the headmistress said as she plucked a ring box from her desk and held it out to Hermione. “You are officially the Lady of the Gaunt family, and thus this belongs to you.”

Taking the box in her hand, Hermione opens it, and her eyes widen. “But I thought it was destroyed?” She asked as she looked down at the Gaunt ring.

“It was, but I thought it deserved to be fixed without being plagued by the soul of that monster. As one of the last heirlooms of the Gaunt family, its rightful home is with you, my dear.”

“Thank you. This means so much to me.” Hermione held back the tears that wished to fall as she slipped the ring box into her bag.

“You are welcome now, off to class with you.”

The rest of her day went according to plan. Tuesday, she got to meet her fascinating teacher, Genevieve Laurent, and had a grueling class with Snape while he assessed everyone's natural abilities with Occlumency and Legilimency. The only ones that had any former practice with Occlumency were Draco, Theo, Harry, and herself. Legilimency was more difficult, though Draco was the only one with any existing talent. She always hated it when he was better at something than her.

The classes with both Weasley brothers on Wednesday were entertaining in their own way. Bill made Magic Theory adventurous, and Charlie spent a portion of class going over dragons and revealing that the class would be taking a trip to Romania in November to visit the sanctuary for a week.

By the time they made it to DADA, everyone was charged with excitement while Harry was filled with dread. “Not more dragons. Wasn’t surviving a battle with one and riding another enough?” He complained with a pout on his lips that Theo kissed away, causing the black haired boy to blush furiously.

When they walked into their DADA class, it was to a stern-faced Bavarian man standing rigidly at the front of the class. His black hair was tied back tightly at the nape of his neck, while his white beard stood out starkly against his black robes that looked like they belonged high in the mountains.

“Vell, do not vaste my time by standing around.” He spoke as he brandished his wand. Once everyone was in their seats, he looked around at all of the faces. “Many of you think you are brave for facing a dark vizard and living to see another day. I will be the judge of your skills.” With a swish of his wand, the desks moved to the sides of the room with the students still in them, while a dueling platform was raised in the center of the room. He pointed to two students at random, and the duels commenced. From her position at the side, Hermione could see a quick quill note writing furiously during each duel without the professor even saying a word.

When she was called, she was paired against Daphne. A sigh escapes her as she steps onto the platform and meet Dalphne in the center. “I’m going to show everyone just how useless you are.” Daphne sneered, and Hermione simply rolled her eyes.

After they bowed and turned to take their paces, Hermione took a deep breath before she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand. Quickly, she through up a Protego and turned just in time for a Diffindo to hit it. “Have you lost your mind? Throwing a spell in a duel at four paces?” Lifting a brow, Hermione lets her anger get to her. “If you want to play dirty, then let's go.” She says before she casts two spells back to back. Sending a mild Bombarda at Daphne before she wordlessly casts Serpensortia. A smirk pulled at her lips as a cobra appeared on the floor in front of Dalphne. The blonde-haired girl was too distracted by throwing up a Protego to block the Bombards to notice. As she dropped her shield to cast again against Hermione, the snake moved. Wrapping around her leg, waiting for the command to strike. “Strike.” Hermione hissed in Parseltongue as she glared.

“Enough,” Processor Koch shouted as he banished the snake before it could sink its fangs into the terrified girl.

“You are a Parseltongue.” The professor accused as he looked at Hermione. “That vas not in your file.”

“No, it wasn’t. There were only a handful of people who knew. My anger got the better of me.” Hermione said as her shoulders sagged softly.

When Hermione stepped off the platform, Ginny and Ron were called up. Their duel was harmless till Ron decided to open his mouth. “Mum would be ashamed of you for continuing to be their friend. After the way they treated us.”

“No, Ron. You are the one she should be ashamed of. You are intolerant and quite frankly an arse.” All at once, the room fell silent before Ron sent a Bombarda at Ginny, and Ginny sent a Diffindo. While Ginny was able to pull up a shield in time, Ron wasn’t and ended up getting a nasty slash across his stomach. As blood started to color his shirt, he looked up at his sister with hatred in his eyes till he fell to the platform.

Chapter Text

September 1999

Mornings in the castle normally had some semblance of peace while breakfast was held. Students would flood the Great Hall and chatter among themselves as they all woke. Preparing for the day and receiving mail from their families. If only it could be like any other day. It was only Thursday of their first week of classes and the group already fround themselves the center of attention. Gossip and conspiracies fluttering through the Hall.

“I heard Ginny tried to kill her brother in DADA yesterday.” A Ravenclaw shispered rather poorly as they walked past the group, while another whispered, “I heard Hermione is a Parseltongue. Do you think she was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets? She is related to you know who. People say his whole family line, all the way back to Salazar Slytherin, were dark Wizards.”

Hermione’s hand tightened around her cup of pumpkin juice as she took in a deep breath to calm herself. “If I have to keep listening to the speculation, I will snap. They attacked us, and we are made out to be evil.” She seethed as Ginny’s fork clattered to her plate.

Ginny looked at the red envelope that was clutched in her family's owl's talons as it descended towards them. “I think my mother sent me a Howler.” She said the second before the owl dropped the letter. The group watched as it floated down in front of Ginny and Hermione before it opened.

Molly Weasley’s shrill voice spoke loud enough to render the entire Great Hall silent. “Ginny Weasley! How dare you harm your brother so carelessly! He had to spend the entire night in the infirmary. If it wasn’t enough for his former friends to turn their backs on him as soon as he wasn’t convenient enough, now you have as well. I thought your father and I raised you better than that. It's the influence of that trollop Hermione Black and miscreant Harry Potter! And now I find out you have been associating with Death Eaters! You are no longer my daughter and are no longer welcome at the Burrow! You are no daughter of mine! And you, Hermione Black! How dare you lead my poor son on for years, only to treat him like trash once he was no longer useful to you and your horrid family! The fact that you would rather choose Malfoy filth instead of a respectable young man like my son says all I need to know about you. Your mother would be thankful not to have seen how you turned out. And to think your father gave up his life for a better world to help Dumbledore, and you have turned into someone he would have hated! Allowing you into my home put a blight on my family!” As the red envelope finished its tirade, it tore itself up and fell to the table.

The silence was palpable as everyone looked at the two girls. They took in their shocked expressions. Tears slowly filled Ginny’s eyes while her two oldest brothers got up from the professor's table and quickly made their way over.

As they reached the group, Hermione managed to say, “How did she know my father was helping Dumbledore when he died? The only two who knew other than Harry were Sirius and Remus. I never told Ron.” Her hands were shaking as Draco softly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his side.

Charlie took Ginny into his arms and whispered to her while Bill looked around the Great Hall with a scowl. “I believe you all have classes to attend!” As if his shout startled them out of their stupor the students jumped from their seats and filled out of the Great Hall. Their whispers thundering though the halls as the gossip started once again.

Once the hall emptied, the group sat there looking at one another. “Did she truly think sending a Howler to the two of you at breakfast was truly appropriate?” Pansy asked as she sat there silently fuming that someone had hurt her friends.

“Wouldn’t be the first time. She enjoys embarrassing someone when they displease her. But what she said was too much.” Charlie said as he held his sister tighter as her shoulders shook with her sobs.

“Ginny, you can live at Blackmere with Harry and me.” Hermione turned and looked up at the redhead with a soft, sad smile. “It's too big for just the two of us, and we would be honored to have you as part of our family.” Pulling out of Draco’s arms, she stood and hugged Ginny. “No mother should treat their family like that.”

Behind them, Theo stood, “Blaise, Draco, Hermione, we need to get to Alchemie before we are late, and make a bad impression on our new Professor.” Out of all of them, Theo knew best what it meant to have a parent who did not want you. His father was abusive from the time he could walk. Even went as far as to murder his mother in front of him before sending him off to Hogwarts in his first year. Walking around the table, he pulled Ginny into his arms. “It will be okay, Red. We have you.” Lifting his head he looked at Harry “I believe some flying and bludgers would be a good was to spend your free period.”

Getting the hint, Harry jumped up eagerly. “Yes, let's go get some practice in before tryouts this weekend.” This year, McGonagall agreed to let Harry and Ginny be co-captains for the Gryffindor team in hopes it would lead them to victory for another year.
As Hermione walked from the Great Hall with Draco, Theo, and Blaise, she was seething. “Molly Weasley has just become my new greatest enemy. I want revenge.”

“Revenge we can do,” Blaise said with a cunning smirk on his lips. Blaise typically stayed out of trouble. To the point that most wouldn’t even think of him of the top suspects of any mischief that did not involve alcohol. But Hermione knew better. Since they were kids, he would always sit back and watch. Collecting information to use later if needed. He was almost as good at digging up any information as Hermione was, and he was just as devious as any snake. “Give me a week and I will find out anything we need to know.”

“I need to know how she knew about my father,” Hermione said as her mind whirled on the possibilities.

“I didn’t even know your father was working for Dumbledore before he died.” Draco looked at Hermione with worried eyes. Her parents were always a sensitive subject. Especially her mother. The anniversary of her death or her birthday would always send Hermione into a tailspin. Even when they were not friends during their early years at Hogwarts, Draco would still search her out and just hold her as she sobbed. Would comfort her as she relived the worst moment of her life, till she would end up falling asleep in his lap. Aerie Black Nee Gaunt was loved by everyone, and anyone who knew her would know she had so little hate in her heart she could have been a saint.

“Hermione,” Draco started, but she just shook her head. “I’m fine, Draco.” She said, but her voice broke, giving him all the information he needed.

Normally, she would have been vibrating out of her seat to meet someone like Jean Flamel, but after her morning, Hermione couldn’t find it in herself to care. Sitting at the two tables at the back of the class, she pulled out a Quick Quote Quill and set it to take notes for her while she absentmindedly looked out of the window. Barley taking in the old, slightly portly man in his burgundy and gold robes. His pale blue eyes took in everything happening in the room as he walked around and lectured for the beginning portion of the double lesson.

As he had everyone pair up with their table mates to work on their first lessons, transmutation of water to fire, he called out, “Miss Black, if you could come see me?” Even though it was said as a question, she knew it was anything but. Looking at Draco, he gave her a wink. “Do not worry, my love, I will not cause us to fail while you are gone.”

Standing she slowly made her way to the professors desk, “You wanted to speak to me Professor Flamel?”

“Yes. I have been informed that you are a very promising and diligent student. That even in your first year, you saved my great-grandfather's Philosopher’s Stone from falling into the wrong hands. You are the primary reason I took this position. I am hoping to take on a protégé before my years come to an end. Though from your presence this morning, I am worrying I have made the wrong decision.” His voice was kind yet stern. In a way, it reminded her of when she would speak to her grandfather, Orion Black, portrait as she was growing up.

“I am deeply sorry, Professor. My behavior this morning is far from my typical behavior in class. I had a rather rough morning.” She said softly.

“I met your father once. He was also a remarkable student. Though his interest in arcane magic took up most of his attention. He was in Paris when he completed his Animagus transformation for the first time. I will forgive this morning's lack of attention if it does not happen again. I have high hopes for you.” As he spoke of her father, he got a faraway look in his eyes before he turned back to Hermione and smiled kindly.

“My father wasn’t an Animagus. My uncle is though. Perhaps it was Sirius you met. He is a large black Irish Wolfhound.”

“I would remember if it were a dog. No, when he transformed, it was into a feline; I am positive it was Regulus. He came with Dumbledore to speak with Nicolas about making a second Philosopher's Stone. He always worried that Dumbledore wanted to make another stone. He almost did not send it all of those years ago, but he knew he would not have been able to keep it safe from Voldemort if he were truly returning. Now I believe Mr. Malfoy looks like he is struggling with your transmutation and needs your help.”

Her mind was whirling as she turned and looked to see green smoke swirling around the goblet of water instead of the purple it should have been. “Oh no.” She said as she quickly pulled out her wand and sent a spell to get rid of the goblet of water. “Draco, are you trying to create a bomb?” She asked as she quickly made her way back to him and sighed.

“What did I do wrong?” he asked with an adorable pout that he quickly pulled from his face before anyone else could see.

Looking down at the circle he had drawn, and studied the runes he used. “This one is incorrect. The symbol you used to represent the goblet is for glass. This one is silver.” Grabbing the chalk, she erased the symbol that was there and made the changes that were needed. With a swish of her wand, the goblet and water transformed into a ball of bright green flames that hovered within the circle.

“I would have figured that out,” Draco said with a pout, causing her to laugh softly.

“Before or after you lost your eyebrows? I rather like them where they are. You would look awful without them.” She teased, causing him to roll her eyes.

“What did he want to talk to you about?”

“He wants a protégé. That's why he came to Hogwarts.” As she spoke, she looked back at their teacher and contemplated everything else he said to her.

“No, he wants you as a protégé. Am I correct?” Draco gently gripped her chin and turned her to face him. Looking into her eyes, seeing there was something else. “What else did he say?”

“That he had met my father before. With Dumbledore. Said he completed his Anamagai transformation on that visit to Paris. My father wasn’t an Anamagai, and there is nothing in his grimior about it either.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time your father hid something. Also wouldn’t be the first time Dumbledore forced someone to keep a secret. Having a secret Anamagai within Voldemort's ranks would be valuable. Depending on what he was, he would have been able to sneak around and spy on anyone.” As Draco spoke, she contemplated his words. A cat would be able to get around just about anywhere within the walls of any of the manors during the first war. It would have explained how someone so young within his ranks would have been so valuable to Dumbledore.

“Possibly. I just wish I could sit down and talk to him. I know it's in the past, but I feel like I’m just missing something important. Something that would change everything.”

As the weeks progressed, everyone fell into a new normal. As the news of the Howler reached home, Hermione started to receive daily calls from Sirius and Narcissa. They meant well, but between the two, she was starting to feel a little claustrophobic. Even turning her phone off did good. They would go through the whole group if they could not contact her till the point they showed up at Hogsmead for her birthday. All she wanted was a calm, peaceful weekend with no fuss or party, yet the second they stepped into Hogsmead, her uncle and godmother were standing there waiting for the group.

Narcissa was, of course, dressed to perfection, while Sirius was dressed as if he belonged within a Muggle motorbike gang. “What are you two doing here?” She asked as she walked over to the two. Harry was at her side, looking slightly worried that he would get caught in the crossfire. By some miracle, she had convinced all of their friends to meet them later at the Three Boomsticks for a pint while she spent the morning with her brother like they used to.

“To wish you a happy birthday, darling,” Narcissa said as she took Hermione into her arms and kissed her cheek. “What are you wearing?” The disapproval in her godmother's voice was clear and mirrored the same question she received from Pansy earlier in the morning.

Looking down at the baggy jeans and oversized brow sweater she pulled on that morning with a pair of scuffed up white Converse, she shrugged. “An overly Muggle outfit. I wanted to wear something comfortable since we were just going to stop at a couple of shops and get a pint. Nothing special. And the two of you have already sent me birthday wishes this morning.”

“We are just worried, sweetheart,” Sirius spoke up as he gave her a kind smile. “There have been more werewolf attacks around Scotland, and Grayback was spotted in the Highlands just a few nights ago. And with the spotting of Dolohov in Knockturn Alley, we just wanted to actually see all of you.”

“Do you honestly think they would dare to come close to Hogwarts with the extra Aurors in the area, and not to mention the heightened Wards. The war is over. I am 20, and if I so choose to ignore the two of you for being overbearing, I can. The more you worry, the more Draco hovers as well. I can't get away from him, but I can ignore the two of you when you are stressing me out.” Hermione’s frustration got the better of her, and she sighed. “I love you both so much, and we will be home next weekend for the Mabon celebration at Blackmere. You will be able to hover all you want then.”

Narcissa narrowed her eyes as she looked at Hermione. Studying her before she finally deflated slightly. “I know we have been a little much, and you are technically an adult now. But you will always be our little girl. One day you will have children and you will understand why we worry so much.”

Placing her hands on Narcissa’s arms, Hermione smiled up at her. “And when that day comes, you will be a grandmother who will be able to say I told you so.” Her words had their intended effect, causing and lasting worry from Narcissa to melt away as she imagined little heads with blonde curly hair running around the manor calling out for their Nana to give them hugs and kisses.

“At least let us give you your gifts,” Sirius said as he held out three wrapped presents. One was small, while another looked to be a book, and the third was in a large box. Handing her the larger present, he smiled. “This one is from Cissa.” He said, causing her to smile at her Godmother.

“It’s a gown for the Samhain ball. I will get the jewels from the vault when it's time.” Narcissa said with a soft smile.

When Sirius handed her the small box, she opened it to see a gold ring with two ravens on either side of a beautiful light green sapphire. “This is from me. I hope it brings you tranquility and growth. I was planning to give it to you for your 18th birthday, but we were unable to celebrate, and last year you refused to accept presents.”

“It's beautiful, Sirius. Thank you. But why do you have a third gift?” She said as she looked at the book-shaped gift.

“Your father left this with the instructions to give it to you on your 20th birthday if anything happened to him. There is a letter he wanted you to read when you were in private.” Slowly, Sirius held the present out to her and watched as her hands trembled as she took the gift. Holding it to her chest, she took in a shuddering breath before nodding. “Thank you.” Slipping all three presents into her beaded bag, Hermione contemplated everything she had learned recently. The more she learned about her father, the more of a mystery he became. In a way, she resented him for dying. For leaving her when he had the choice to stay and be her father. He didn’t deserve to leave her gifts from the grave when she was trying to move on with her life.

“I think I need a firewhiskey now.” She said almost in a daze, causing Sirius to take her into his arms. “I know you are still mad at him, but he did love you, sweetheart. He was just lost in his grief and couldn’t pull himself out.”

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September 1999

Words had never been something the Black family lacked. Most of them could go on and on writing endless sonnets about absolutely nothing. It was often a side effect of the madness that plagued the family. That may be where the custom of writing grimoires came from. It was always easier to center one's mind when one could write down all of the nonsense that floated around the mind instead of acting on it without thought. Hermione wasn’t as diligent with hers at first. Instead, it was filled with the highlights of her years at Hogwarts so far. 

Lists and directions for spells she was taught or ones she figured out on her own. Each year, it became more detailed. Her thoughts and feelings filled the margins on specific spells and potions. Comments on how the professors taught and if she thought they were competent. It wasn’t till her third year that she started to fill the pages much like her father had. Entries about her days and adventures started to take up more of the pages, till she wrote in it almost daily. It was cathartic and gave her brain a much-needed release that wasn’t destructive. 

Maybe that was why her father's grimoire was so important to her. When she lost her beaded bag while on the hunt for the Horcruxes, she was more devastated over its loss than she was over the damage done to her arm or the loss of her wand. Thankfully, she had the forethought to place a handy little spell she found in her grandfather's grimoire that would allow you to summon specific items with a snap of your fingers. Of course, she used it a few times before she went on the run. Placing the spell on a trinket here and there at home, then summoning once she had returned to school. It was ingenious, really. 

When her beaded back came to her unharmed, she sobbed, searching through it frantically till she found the three grimoires within. Knowing if Bellatrix got her hands on them, their entire plan would be for nothing. Bellatrix would have known about the Horcruxes and would have told her master without hesitation. The rewards she would have gotten for not only handing over Harry Potter and Hermione Black would have paled in comparison to the reward for stopping them from hunting down his precious Horcruxes. 

Perhaps that was when Hemrione’s hands trembled as she looked down at the perfectly wrapped present in her hands. Sitting in the center of her bed, dressed in her comfortable pajamas, with Crookshanks sitting beside her, lending her the strength she needed to open it. Only her father would think ahead enough to have a present from the grave waiting for her, knowing he wouldn’t be around to watch his daughter grow into an adult. But to see the evidence laid in front of her hurt more than she could put into words. 

“It's now or never, Crooksie.” She said to her cat before her finger slid under the flap securing the paper together. Within was an ancient tome on arcane magic. From a quick skim, she could tell it was mostly on blood curses with a few passages on transfiguration. It was handwritten, but there were also notes in the margins. They were written by two different people. One she would recognize anywhere, her fathers, but the second set she felt like she had seen before but couldn’t place. When she put the book down and looked at a neatly folded piece of parchment with her father's seal. 

My Little Blossom, 

If you are reading this then something must have happened to me. I have many regrets in my life. But the largest was missing seeing you grow into the amazing woman that I know you will become. To see you flourish at Hogwarts. One day watch you become a bride and a mother. You already look so much like your mother and I know you will carry her love and compassion with you. 

I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you after we lost her. I should have been, but I wasn’t strong enough. It’s said everyone gets one great love. I was lucky enough to get two. Your mother and James meant the world to me. Losing them both was more than my heart could take, and I needed to find a way to deal with my grief. Maybe that's why Dumbledore was able to pull me in so easily. The old man is quite charming. That is why he is so dangerous. 

If all goes well, I will have dealt with the danger that is to come before you get this letter. But if I haven’t, then hopefully this makes it to you before the danger comes to fruition. Voldemort is not the only man you and Harry should fear. Dumbledore will sacrifice anyone for what he thinks is the greater good. He will not hesitate to put children in danger. He has already done so by setting James and Lilly up for failure. He knew of Pettigrew's allegiance to Voldemort and still allowed them to make him their secret keeper. 

He wants all of the Hollows. He wants to become the master of death. To become the most powerful wizard to ever live and he will sacrifice anyone in his way for power. Hopefully, if I fail, you will not have to find out how far he will go till you are an adult and can properly defend yourself. If not, then I have failed as more than just a man, but as a father. 

I love you with all my heart, my little blossom. 

Regulus Black

As she put the letter down, tears silently streamed down her face. Crookshanks nuzzled his face against her cheek to comfort her as she wrapped her arms around him and held him closer to her. “I miss him so much.” She said before she cried herself to sleep. 

The next week was a whirlwind of activity. Classes were difficult, but they served as a much-needed distraction for her. That was till Friday finally came. The 7th and 8th years who attended Light and Dark Magic, Holidays, and Traditions were preparing to go home for the weekend. It was Mabon and had the perfect timing. Draco used it to his advantage and took the day off to meet with the Greengrasses while Hermione received a request to visit Lucius Malfoy in Azkaban. Of course, she didn’t tell Draco she would be going, but she was curious what the Malfoy patriarch could want with her. They had never exactly seen anything in common. 

So she waited till Draco departed through the floo in the 8th year common room till she got dressed. Pulling on a pair of black dress pants with a black Oxford, she looked in the mirror and pursed her lips. She had a habit of her wardrobe leaning closer to Muggle fashion than Wizarding, but if she wanted this meeting to be productive, then she would need to lean into Wizarding fashion. She just refused to wear a skirt or dress when facing Lucius Malfoy. It felt like admitting defeat. So she tied a soft pink satin tie at her neck and pulled on a gray waistcoat with long tails that would flow behind her. The silk lining on the tails and at the collar spelled to match her tie, while the gold accents on the coat stood out just enough. Once her feet were slipped into a pair of black ankle boots, she slipped on a black full-length cloak with a fur-lined hood. 

Even as she stepped into the common room, attempting to remain unseen by any of her friends but there was one person who knew her better than anyone else. “Hermione, where is your uniform? I thought we weren't leaving till after classes?” Harry sat in one of the chairs, looking at her with suspicion in his eyes. Placing his copy of Quidditch Quarterly down in his lap 

“I’m going out. I will meet you back home.” Hermione said as she looked at her brother. Her hands fidgeted with the black gloves in her hand. 

“Right, and you are wearing your winter cloak and have your winter gloves when it is a perfectly mild day because?” 

“Because my meeting is at Azkaban, and I would prefer not to freeze while I am there. I’m meeting with Lucius. He said he had some information that would interest me.” As she spoke, she looked at Harry and could see when he understood what she was looking for. 

“Trusting him is a mistake, Hermione, and you know that. But I also know you will not back down. I recommend losing the tie. It makes you look too stuffy. You are Hermone Black, not some lawyer going to talk about his potential parole.” As Harry spoke, he wrinkled his nose at even the mention of Lucius. 

Reaching up, she loosened her tie and the first two buttons of her shirt before throwing the tie at Harry. “No telling anyone. I will tell Draco about the meeting when I think he will take the information without losing his mind.” Giving her brother a reassuring smile, she grabbed a handful of floo powder and called out, “Azkaban visitor entrance.” As the green flames engulfed her, she went spiraling through the floo network till she arrived within a desolate room with one desk and a door. 

As she walked to the desk, she noticed the guard was asleep while on duty, causing her to frown. Clearing her voice before she tapped on the desk with one of her rings to get the guard's attention. Startled, the man jumped from his seat with his wand drawn. “Sleeping on duty does not inspire confidence.” She said with a raised eyebrow. 

“And who are you?” The man said with a sneer, causing Hermione to smirk. 

“Hermione Black. I have an appointment to meet with Lucius Malfoy at 2:30.” Looking to the gold watch on her wrist before looking at the guard, she tilted her head just slightly. “And it is exactly 2:30.” 

“Oh, Miss Black,” The man exclaimed as he hastily lowered his wad and looked at Hermione as if he wanted to go back in time and adjust his behavior. “Of course. We have been expecting you. Once you check your wand in, the boat will be waiting to escort you to Azkaban.” A blush came to the man's cheeks as he studied her. He couldn’t have been older than 25, but she couldn’t for the life of her recall if he had attended Hogwarts with her or not. 

Without saying a word, she handed her wand over and waited to see if he would check her for any hidden wands or weapons. Of course, she didn’t need a second wand to defend herself without hers. The tattoos on her body ensured that. Yet he didn’t bother, even though it was practical. Simply motioning to the door and mumbling apologies for the delay. 

The trip to Azkaban was anything but pleasant. Thankfully, she had the forethought to place a water repellent charm on her cloak, or else she would have been soaked through in the first five minutes. It was understandable that the prison would have an anti-appropriation ward, and there were no floo accesses within it, but it still made the journey inconvenient. 

The entire experience was unpleasant, to say the least. The chill was already seeping into her bones, and she hadn’t even set foot in the prison. Thankfully, as she stepped through to the first floor of the prison, her confidence in the guards was somewhat restored as they stood at attention. A man dressed in a suit and black robes stepped forward at the sight of her. “Lady Black, welcome to Azkaban. I do apologize for the unpleasant journey. It truly is rather dreadful. I am Warden Minks. I was shocked when you reached out to me to schedule this meeting. It is rather unorthodox.” 

“Yes, will he have information I need to wrap up a few details from the war. It would be a shame to let it go to waste. Thank you for arranging this meeting for me. I know Mr. Malfoy's solicitor was a great help with it as well.” Even though Hermione was lying just a tad, she kept her face carefully arranged. Not wanting to give away that it was Lucius who requested the meeting. Prisoners were not supposed to have access to the outside world, yet somehow he was able to send an owl with his request. When she questioned his solicitor, he confirmed that he had nothing to do with it and had no idea how Lucius was able to manage such a feat. 

“If you would follow me, I will lead you to the meeting room that has been arranged.” The warden motioned to follow him before he started to make his way through the halls and the winding staircases till they arrived at a small room with nothing but a stone table that was secured to the floor with two chairs bolted down. “He will have cuffs on that will prevent him from using any magic, but if any magic or violence is sensed within the room, an alarm will go off and guards will flood the room. You are perfectly safe, Lady Black.” 

“Oh, I am not worried about Mr. Malfoy trying to harm me. The worry should honestly be quite the opposite. But thank you, Warden Minks.” Before sitting down in one of the chairs, she slipped her cloak off and laid it across the back of her chair, and arranged herself so she looked the picture-perfect example of pureblood manors. 

Unfortunately, she couldn’t suppress the smirk that pulled at her lips as Lucius was led into the room in chains. His hair was longer and snarled as he was dressed in a prisoner's rags. His pale skin was sallow, and his gray eyes held a haunting aura that expressed the conditions he was kept in. 

“Thank you for answering my request, Miss Black,” Lucius said as he sat down in the chair across from her. His high cheekbones were more prominent from his weight loss. 

“That would be Lady Black to you, Lucius, but I would hope we could refer to one another by our given names. You have known me since I was in nappies after all, and I am your future daughter-in-law.” Hermione managed to hold in her laugh as she saw Lucius' jaw clench at the mention of her being his future daughter-in-law. 

“My future daughter-in-law would be Miss Greengrass.” He said with a sneer. 

“Oh, you don’t know, do you?” She said as she looked at him, she rested her clasped hands in front of her. “Astoria has the blood curse. As she speaks, Draco is meeting with them to demand testing to confirm this, even though we already know for a fact that she does. Veritaserum and a well-placed question during a simple game can give someone everything they need to dissolve a situation they have been forced into.” 

“Even if Miss Greengrass is unsuitable, I am sure we can come to some kind of understanding. I did promise you information that you would find rather interesting. It pertains to your parents, but of course, I will require something before I tell you.” He pulled his flippant attitude as he looked into her eyes. “Just topiquek your interest, I will give you something for free. Your mother's death was no accident. A certain wizard thought it would be best if the chosen lost the maternal influence in his life. Narcissa would have been killed as well if it weren’t for me.” 

As the words left Lucius' lips, she sat up a little straighter. Her interest clearly peaked. “One would assume that the wizard would have been your master, but I’m smarter than that. It wouldn’t have benefited him for Harry to have no maternal figure. It would have hindered his plans because Harry wouldn’t have been so self-sacrificing if he didn’t have to be there for me growing up. No, that has Dumbledore written in big, bold, red letters. But the question is how you gathered that information.” 

“Oh, that is rather simple, you see. He needed someone who was self-serving and wouldn’t be suspected. I am notorious for hating the Muggle world after all, and your mother was influencing Narcissa to expose Draco to that disgusting world.” He said with a smirk. 

Her knuckles turned white as she looked at the man across from her. Hate filled her eyes as she looked into his, wanting desperately to see any kind of sign that he was lying. Any indication that he hadn’t murdered her mother, but there was none. Just cold satisfaction that he had taken out what he saw as a threat to his family. 

“If you are ever released, I would recommend finding the closest hole to hide in because I will be waiting. I will kill you for what you have done.” She seethed as she stood ready to leave. 

“Oh, please sit down, Hermione. We haven’t even gotten to the information you would so desperately want. The location of your father. Telling you about your mother would not have a lasting motivation for what I want.” She could see that he was amused by her reaction. That she wanted to snap his neck even as he sat across from her, looking as if they were having a simple and enjoyable tea service.

“And what exactly do you want for my father's location?” Her eyes were narrowed as she looked at the Malfoy patriarch.

“Oh, that is simple. I want you to make a vow that you will never marry my son. My wife may approve of you, but I do not. At one point, I would have, but you chose the wrong side. Oh, the plans the Dark Lord had for you. The potential squandered by your pointless quest for the greater good. It simply is not suitable for a Malfoy bride. You may have the right bloodlines, but you simply do not meet the requirements that are required.” 

“I would never make that vow. And there is nothing you can do or say that will stop us from being together.” Standing, Hermione gathered her cloak and placed it around her shoulders with a dramatic flourish before making her way to the door. 

“I’m sure my son didn’t tell you about his dalliances during the war and the year after. About who warmed his bed and kept him satisfied while you were off saving the world.” As he spoke, she stopped walking. Her back was rigid and straight. “One way or another, my son will marry someone else. Even if you must die to ensure it. Even Azkaban will not keep me from obtaining what I want, and Dolohov is desperate to get his hands on you. Let alone what Grayback wants to do to you. I always heard he likes to cut pieces off of his victims and eat them slowly. Said the paid, and terror makes the meat taste better. Just remember, Hermione, I am still Lord Malfoy, and that holds power you have not even seen. I will not be within these walls much longer.” 

As she stepped out of the room, her hands were trembling, but she hid them under her cloak. Refusing to show weakness. It wasn’t till she reached Blackmere that she finally broke. Standing in the training room, she shucked off her cloak and waistcoat before she screamed. Her hair was growing larger as sparks of magic vibrated off of her. The ground trembling at her home reacted to her emotions. Sparks sizzling at her fingertips as she lost control of her magic. The walls of mirrors shattering around her.

Draco sighed as he sat across from Cyrus and Lucretia Greengrass. Their solicitors argued back and forth while Cyrus glowered at Draco. This discussion was asinine to Draco. All he wanted was to get to Blackmere and celebrate the holiday with Hermione. He wanted to settle in at Blackmere and hold her as they sat in the gardens like they had when they were children. To pursue the library and settle on one of the couches so he could read to her and watch as she cuddled into his side. 

Yet he was stuck in a pointless meeting while the solicitors argued over the need for verification on whether Astoria had a blood curse or not. When everything finally got on Draco’s last nerve, he stood. “Enough. I know Astoria has the blood curse. She admitted so. No,w either you agree to the testing and for the contract to be dissolved once the confirmation is made, or I will sue you for breach of contract. I can afford a lengthy legal battle even if I have to marry her and have the marriage annulled after. Can you afford it, Mr. Greengrass?” Draco asked with a raised eyebrow. “Because from what I have heard, your vaults are suspiciously empty. I will drag your family through the mud and make you regret even thinking for a second that your family was worth being associated with the Malfoys. I have time. Do you?” 

Draco looked at Cyrus and saw the exact moment the fight left his eyes. “Fine. We will consent to the blood tests.” 

“It will take roughly four months for all of the tests to be run and verified by multiple healers as stipulated within the contract.” One of the solicitors spoke up, “We will arrange for the top experts to arrive at St. Mungo’s within the week to begin.” 

“Perfect. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a family celebration to attend and a woman to win back.” As Draco turned to leave, Cyrus spoke up. 

“Lucius will never allow you to marry the Black heiress. He will disown you before you can.” 

“I would give up everything that being a Malfoy stands for to be able to spend the rest of my life with Hermione,” Draco said before he left and made his way to Blackmere. It was already late enough that everyone should have arrived. Yet the scene that greeted him was far from what he expected. 

Pacing in the floor parlor was his mother. Her eyes filled with worry as she wrung her hands. A habit he hadn’t seen since the war ended. “Mother, what is wrong?” He asked as he made his way over to her. 

At the sound of her sons voice she turned and let out a soft sounds that resembled a gasp. “Oh Draco shes in such a state. We cannot get an answer out of her and no one can get close to her.” 

“Where is she?” Draco felt his pulse spike as worry filled him. Hermione wasn’t one to lose her control easily, so whatever happened that pushed her over the limit must have been devastating. 

“The training room.” As the words left her lips he took off in a run vaguely knowing where to go. Thankfully their friends were gathered at the door. Standing there watching as she destroyed the room. 

“What happened at school to get her this worked up?” 

“She wasn’t in class today. She went to meet your father. He had information she needed. When we arrived, we found her like this.” Harry said as he watched her throw a bombarda at practice dummy after dummy. Their home summoned them to keep her from putting holes in the walls. 

“And you let her go?” Draco asked with fury in his voice. Pushing past their friends, he made his way to her. His dragonhide boots caused the glass under them to crunch. “Hermione,, my love?” He asked cautiously as he approached her as if she were a wounded animal. 

At the sound of his voice, she turned and looked at him. For a moment, she relaxed before her shoulders stiffened, and she glared at him. “Leave me the hell alone, Malfoy. I am in no mood to deal with you.” 

“Whatever he said, I’m sure it's a lie to separate us. Please just talk to me.” He pleaded. 

“Have you slept with anyone else while we were forced apart?” She asked as she glared at him. As his shoulders stiffened and panic filled his eyes, she let out a humorless laugh. “That’s what I thought. Leave before I make you. We are over. Whatever we had is gone. You are just the boy who broke my heart now. Nothing more.”

Chapter Text

September 1999

Memories are a fickle thing. For those skilled in Occlumency, they can be devastating when their walls shatter at the perfect kind of attack. For Draco, Hermione was always his trigger. Specifically, when she was furious with him. Hell, how she got him to admit his feelings for her in the first place. 

As he watched her yell at him and tell him they no longer had a future, he felt his walls shatter. Memories of the war assailed him as he looked into her honey colored eyes. 

His body trembled as he looked at the blood that marred the drawing room floor. There was so much of it. More than could have possibly been within her body. She had been so pale. Her chest barely rose as she struggled to breathe. The bright, vibrant eyes that once gazed at him now looked vacant and lifeless. Even once they escaped, she needed Harry to carry her. Her body looked lifeless as Dobby popped out of existence with the three in tow. 

Draco barely contained his emotions till he could escape to his rooms. He collapsed against the door as he sobbed. The palms of his hands pressed into his eyes. He wasn’t aware of his environment or that he wasn’t alone as he let his emotions run wild. 

“Draco?” a concerned voice called out from in front of him. He would know the voice anywhere. Slowly, he lowered his hands and looked up at Theo, who was sitting on his bed. Even from across the room, Draco could see the way Theo’s muscles trembled. Draco didn't need to ask what was wrong with his best friend. He knew the Carrows had taken to using the Cruciatus curse on students as punishment, and Theo had a habit of helping the younger students to avoid getting hurt. “What happened?” He asked as he looked at a broken Draco. 

“She's dead. She couldn’t have survived that. There was so much blood. There was no life left in her eyes, Theo. She's dead, and I will never feel again.” Draco didn’t need it confirmed to know she was dead. She was stronger than anyone he knew, yet without blood, her body couldn’t survive. 

While his body trembled, Theo got up and pulled Draco into his arms. Rubbing his back as he sobbed. Theo knew who Draco loved. He had gotten a glimpse of the two when they were sneaking around the castle with one another. “Hermione is strong, Draco. She could survive anything.” Softly, Theo ran his fingers through Draco’s hair, knowing it was the best way to calm the Malfoy heir. 

Pulling away, Draco looked into Theo’s eyes as the brunette pulled him to the bed. “You didn’t see it, Theo. The drawing room is covered with her blood. I have seen Grayback dismember and disembowel people, and there was less blood. She wouldn’t have been able to survive that. She's dead, and I will never see her again. They do not know about us. They would never let me see her grave. I’ll die without her.” 

“Rest. We will search for her tomorrow.” Theo said before summoning a Dreamless Sleep potion and making Draco drink it. Draco’s days consisted of searching for Hermione till he finally found where Dobby brought them when they escaped. When Draco and Theo found a fresh grave, Draco became a shell of himself. 

Most of his nights were filled with Theo holding him as he sobbed and slept till something changed between the two. It was never serious, and the two just needed a release for their emotions. It was simply convenient. Though even after Draco found out Hermione lived, they didn’t stop. Maybe it was the guilt that settled into his bones when he saw her for the first time at the battle, but he couldn’t bring himself to reach out to her. 

She almost died in front of him while he did nothing to prevent it. He stood by as she screamed and bled on his floor while his deranged aunt sliced into her arm. It wasn’t till his mother informed him that they would be attending tea with Hermione that they stopped. Promising each other that they would never mention what they had done. 

“No. I refuse.” Draco said as he looked at Hermione. His hands fisted at his sides. 

“Excuse me?” She said with a raised eyebrow as she looked into his eyes. Fury rolling off of her. “This is my home. I get to decide who gets to reside in these halls.” 

“I am just as much a Black as you are. This is my ancestral home as well, and you cannot bar me. I will not give up on us. I admit I made mistakes while we were apart. I thought you died, Hermione. I found a grave! I thought I would never see you again. Never get to hold you, kiss you, make love to you.” He tried to move closer to her, but she took a step back for every step he took. 

“Who was it? Who did you run to when you were grieving me? Who did you choose over me when I was sending you letter after letter, pouring my feelings and love into every one, while you wouldn’t acknowledge my existence?” Tears ran down her cheeks as she looked at him. “Who did you bring to bed when I needed you most?” Bitterness filled her voice as she spoke. The emotions she pushed down were coming to the surface. A deep resentment had started to develop during the two years they were apart. The insecurities that bore into her very being as she wore the Slytherin locket. The worry that Draco would move on with someone else. That she wasn’t enough for him. That the distance would have destroyed them. 

“I can’t tell you that. Hermione, I love you. I only love you. I do not want anyone else.” Draco pleaded. Everything in him begged him to tell her the truth. To tell her what she wanted to know, but he couldn’t, he made a promise. If he told her, then it would ruin more than just their relationship. It would ruin friendships she cherished. 

“It’s not that you can’t, it's that you won't.” Looking away from him, she looked at the damage she had caused and let out a sigh that caused her shoulders to slump. Her body was feeling the effects of the day, and she needed to rest. “Just leave me alone, Malfoy. It was a mistake ever falling for you.” As she stepped out him he felt his heart ripping in two. 

“Hermione!” He called out as she made her way to the door, but she didn’t look back. Just taking Harry’s hand as he held it out. The two were leaving with Ginny trailing behind them. It wasn’t till they were out of sight that Draco finally looked at his friends. Guilt filled Theo’s eyes as he looked at his best friend. 

“You can tell her.” He said softly. “She deserves to know the truth.” Draco knew Theo had grown just as protective of Hermione as he was. It was hard not to love and want to protect Hermione once one got to know her. 

“Then both of us will lose her.” Moving past his friends, Draco looked at the ground. Moving past his mother, who looked at him with concern, but he didn’t look at her. Instead, he made his way to the rooms that were made available for him. Planning on drinking his emotions away. 

Hermione would be the first to admit she had a habit of throwing herself into anything that would distract her from what she was feeling. She would avoid her emotions till they bubbled over and she lost control. So she pushed herself into preparing her home for Mabon. 

The house was decorated with foliage she found within the lands that Blackmere resided on. Gourds that were grown within the gardens and leaves from the trees she found on her walk through the property. Harry and Ginny followed her every step. Pansy joined in at points. Checking on Hermione, even as the witches forced her to help with the harvest. 

Blackmere employed dozens of house elfs. All freed and paid handsomely for the services they provided. The estate was almost fully self-reliant. The lands contain a magically enhanced farm and orchard. It even fed the local wizarding village. It was something Hermione was proud of, and she could often be found helping when she visited the estate. Land often tied a family to a deeper magic, and helping with the harvest was a large part of the Black family rituals for Mabon. 

Next, she prepared the altar for the rituals that would take place before dinner. The ceremonial blade was placed on the altar as she gathered the wood and goblets that would be needed. Everyone's robes had already been sent to their rooms, and the bath had been prepared for everyone to purify themselves. Pieces of parchment, ink, and quills were placed before Hermione turned to leave.

As she made her way through her home, she could feel his eyes on her. She knew he had been following her. Watching her in case she needed him. Growing up, they had always partaken in the rituals together. Always mirroring the other. During their 6th year, they took to doing the rituals in the Room of Requirement. Feeling their souls reaching out to one another. Binding them at a deeper level. 

Disappearing into the kitchen, Hermione smiled at Maple, the majordomo of Blackmere. “Maple my I assist in anything?” She asked, needing to do something to keep her occupied. 

“You could talk to master Draco so he would stop moping about, and you would stop fidgeting and disrupting everything.” The elderly elf said as she looked at Hermione with a knowing look. Maple had assisted her mother in birthing her. She had changed Hermione’s nappies and held her as she cried for her mother after her death. She had been there to see the bond between the witch and wizard bloom and was one of their greatest supporters. 

“Maple, I want nothing to do with him. I saved myself for him. He couldn’t even find it in himself to respond to my letters while he fucked some…some…” As her frustrations started to boil over, she glared at nothing in particular. “Someone else while I was crying myself to sleep at night thinking he didn’t want me anymore.” Shaking her head, she managed to hold back her tears. “Lucius got what he wanted after all.” Letting out a breath, Hermione turned from the kitchens and made her way to the one place she knew she could be alone. 

Weaving her way through the shelves in the Library, she made her way to the grimores and pulled the one that was starting to become familiar to her. Sitting at the table, she opened to a random page and got lost in the pages. 

“Father and mother have signed the contract, sealing my fate. Stealing me away from my master. My love. I begged him to step in and stop this, but he refused. ‘We must grow the army. Bring in those loyal to the cause. The best way is with marriage. You will do as your father says. He has been a loyal knight and knows my will.’ He said to me with a glare. But doesn’t he know he's all I want? My loyalty is to him and him alone. I’m enough for him to fuck and hiss orders at yet everything I do is never enough for his attention to be solely on me. 

Rodolphus and his brother are useless. Lackeys who have no desire to grow within the ranks of our Lord's loyal followers. I must be better, I must prove myself. My wedding is tomorrow, yet no one knows it would be pointless to consummate it. I am already pregnant with my Lord's heir. I will provide him with something no other has or could. I will give birth to his heir, and we will raise the child to be a ruthless and cunning killer. They will embody our Lord's will and, once they have grown, will become his most loyal supporter and general.” 

“Oh, Bella,” Hermione said aloud as she read the passage. She could never picture someone loving a monster like that, yet Bellatrix was willing to sacrifice everything for him. She was willing to give herself fully and completely to a man who could not feel. Who only hungered for power. 

Flipping to a new section, Hermione took a deep breath before she started to read again. 

“My Lord was furious at our failure. They escaped. Useless. All of them. Must I do everything? The boy couldn’t even identify three useless blood traitors! They will pay for what they have done. For causing me to fail my Lord. Cissa never had the heart for causing harm, but her sniveling, useless husband taught their son nothing. They think I didn’t notice their anger as I carved up that disgusting excuse for a Black. 

I should have slit her through in front of them. Perhaps then Draco would have done something instead of standing there paralyzed at the sight of her blood. It was most entertaining when I caught him sneaking around with the Nott boy. Of course, he would pick someone who looked like her. Disgusting. No better than my traitorous husband. Oh, how I wish my Lord would give me leave to hunt him down and flay his skin. Or to find my dear cousin. Traitors should bleed and gasp for mercy at our lord's feet. If only Lucius would give up, where Regulus has gone off and hidden.” 

Hermione’s hands trembled in her lap as she read. Betrayal filled her as she took a deep breath. Breathing in the dark magic that pulsed through the hall. Feeding her insecurities and giving her a burning need to cause harm to those who have lied to her. 

It took a moment for her to realize how dark her thoughts were getting before she closed the grimoire and walked out of the hall. Needing fresh air to clear her head before the ritual, she made her way outside. Sitting under one of the pergolas as a cup of tea was made perfectly and popped onto the table in front of her. “Thank you, Maple.” She said before taking a sip. Closing her eyes, she let the sun shine down on her skin. 

“You should stop following me. If I wanted a stalker, I would have given Cormac the time of day.” She called out. Hearing a humorless laugh in return, before she could hear a body slump into the chair across from her. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked at Draco. He looked as if he hadn’t slept. Dark circles under his eyes and dressed in the clothes he wore the day before, except they were rumpled. 

“So it was Theo.” She said simply, causing his head to snap up and look at her with wide eyes. “Bellatrix saw you. She mentioned it in her grimoire in a passage about how useless you were for letting us get away. You and Narcissa were not as subtle as you thought. Part of why she insisted there was so much destruction.” 

“Hermione, please let me explain.” He said as his shoulders slumped. 

“You know my biggest fear while we were on the run wasn’t whether we would get caught or die. I knew that I would likely die during the war. All that mattered was killing Voldemort. It didn’t matter if I died as long as we took him down with us. My fear was that you would find someone else. That you would move on and leave me behind. Pining for the man who slipped through my fingers because we were forced onto either side of the war. When you wouldn’t respond to my letters, I didn’t want to admit it, but I accepted that you were no longer mine. It was receiving a copy of your marriage contract that cemented everything into place. Then at tea, it was like no time had passed. My Draco was there. Eager to see and touch me. But it was all a lie. You hadn’t been my Draco since you let them into the school. You were never mine.” She looked away from him. Closing her eyes as she let the calming breeze take away her sorrow. “It was a fantasy that never should have existed.” 

“I am yours. Just as you are mine. What happened with this didn’t matter. It was a distraction. Just a way for us to release tension.” His voice was practically pleading with her to understand. 

“I saved myself for you in every way. You have always been my only everything. If only you loved me the same way I loved you.” Standing, she looked down at him. “If I thought you died, I never would have taken another.” She said before walking back to the house to bathe and change for the ritual. 

Making her way through the manor, Hermione reflected on her year. Her life had been turned upside down for so long that she forgot how to function properly. Mabon was about reflection and letting go of the negative energy in your life. Something she was rubbish at. Holding onto everything that had wronged her was a habit she was so used to that she didn’t know if she could let the negativity go. 

As she stripped and stepped into the purified water, she looked at the ornate carvings of the gods that filled the walls. A deep part of her wanted to forgive Draco. Technically, they were not together when he had a dalliance with Theo, but a larger part wanted to punish him. To never forgive him and lock him from her heart so he could never hurt her again. Pain was easy. It gave you a purpose. But forgiveness was difficult. It gave someone the opportunity to hurt you again. As if life were nothing but a cyclone of pain and forgiveness. 

When she heard a soft splash of water behind her, she turned to find Pansy and Ginny making their way into the bath. “Are you okay?” Ginny asked as she swam closer to Hermione while Pansy stayed back a little. Looking down into the water, avoiding looking at Hermione. 

“Did you know?” Hermione asked Pansy as she wrapped her arms around her stomach, hugging herself. “Did you know about Draco and Theo?” 

Pansy stood there for a few moments before she looked up and nodded softly. “I did, but I didn’t think it was my place to say anything. The two of you were finally getting back into a good place, and it meant nothing. Just like Blaise and I hooking up. I didn’t think you would care.” 

“Well, I do care. Him ignoring me for a year hurts more with the knowledge that he was fucking someone else. Honestly, it might have hurt less if it were anyone but Theo.” Memories of comforting Theo when his mother died and holding his hand when Maple would patch him up after his father would beat him filled Hermione’s mind. Her friendship with him was different from her friendship with the rest of the snakes. He was like a brother to her. Almost like Harry, but now she felt like she had lost that as well. 

Ginny moved and hugged Hermione softly. “It will be okay.” She said before Hermione pulled away. Moving to the edge of the bath and taking a cloth before she started to lightly scrub her body to wash away the negativity. When she finished, she looked at the other two girls. “I will see you at the altar.” Stepping out, she grabbed a robe and went to her room to change. Her hair was pulled up into a braided crown while her body was clad in a white cotton dress that wrapped around her body and draped around her hips till it fell to the ground, leaving a split up her right leg. She took off all of her jewelry before grabbing the gold paint that was left for her. Painting intricate runes along her arms, legs, and chest. On her left hand, she drew Kenaz to represent the burning fire of Mabon, while on her right, she drew Gebo to represent the connection to the land and the giving of the harvest. 

It wasn’t till she got to the altar and found everyone waiting that she felt the spirit of the equinox. The power that flowed through her responded to her home and land. Looking around her, she found everyone she considered family. Andromeda, Tonks, and Teddy stood by Narcissa. Sirius and Rodolphus stood off to the side while Harry, Theo, Blaise, Draco, Ginny, and Pansy gathered closer to the altar. Everyone was dressed similarly, with their runes drawn onto their skin. 

With her arrival, Andromeda took her spot as the Black family matriarch at the front of the altar. “Madon is a sacred holiday for those who honor the old ways, as the Blacks have always done. We honor the harvest, day and night, light and dark. Offer forgiveness and reflect on our year. First, please select a piece of paper and write what you have reflected on today and what you wish to let go of.” As she spoke, she used her wand to send pieces of paper to everyone as well as quills. 

Looking at the parchment, Hermione bit her lip. Contemplating what she wanted to write. Finally, she settled on ‘I reflected on the way I allow people to treat me and I wish to let go of the desire to please everyone even at my detriment.’ Walking to the altar, she placed the parchment in the goblet that was filled with fire. Watching as it shriveled and darkened till it turned to ash. Stepping back, she watched as everyone did theirs. Her eyes locked with Draco’s as he placed his within the flames. 

“To bless the harvest, a willing sacrifice must be made,” Andromeda said as she picked up the ceremonial blade. Holding her hand over the center goblet, she sliced her hand. Allowing her blood to drip into it before Narcissa followed by Tonks did the same. Finally, Hermione stepped forward as the youngest female Black. The blade resembled the one Belletrix used on her. As she stood there frozen, looking at the blade, tears filled her eyes. Hands skimmed along her arms till she felt a warm chest press against her back. Leather, cedar, and apples filled her senses. 

“She's gone. She cannot hurt you anymore.” Draco said as he wrapped his arms around her, giving her the support she desperately needed. Closing her eyes, she sliced her hand and added it to the blood that pooled within the goblet. She wrapped a piece of cotton around her hand to staunch the bleeding, knowing she couldn’t heal it till the ritual was over. Stepping away from Draco, she gave him a soft smile in thanks before looking away from him. 

Dipping her finger in the goblet, Andromeda walked around to everyone present and placed a dot of blood on their forehead. Softly reciting a prayer in Euskara as she placed each blessing before making her way to the ward stone that was located at the heart of the altar, and pouring the rest of the blood on it. Magic flowed through the room. Hands healing and an overwhelming sense of acceptance and renewal passed through everyone. 

The rest of the night was filled with a feast before the bonfire was lit outside. Music filled the air as people danced and partook in copious amounts of elf wine and mead. By the end of the night Hermione was pissed and fell asleep under one of the trees with her head in Harry’s lap while Sirius and Rodolphas sat on either side of them like protective parents. 

Chapter Text

October 1999

Growing up, he saw all his friends receiving love and affection from their families. Draco’s mother was open with her affection. She often kissed the top of Draco's or Hermione’s heads when she sent them off to play with the rest of the heirs. She would even hold Harry when he was hurt or having a difficult time. While Blaise’s mother was often running off with a new husband, she would still offer a loving home. Even Pansy had a positive relationship with her parents when her mother wasn’t lecturing her on being the perfect Pureblood lady. 

Till he was eight, Theo had his mother. She did what she could to protect him, but there was only so much she could do when his father despised them both. She would stand in and take the ire that was meant for Theo. He would have to watch as his father used his hands to beat her till her blood coated the marble of Nott Manor. Had to watch as he used the Cruciatus Curse on her till she was incoherent with pain. As she begged Thadius to stop. As she begged for mercy from her husband. On his eighth birthday, he watched as his father finally went too far. 

Her screams stopped reverberating off the walls while Theo cowered in the corner. As her screams stopped, he lifted his head and saw the vacant look in her eyes. Their once vibrant blue turned pale and lifeless. He crawled to her body and held her as his father spewed hateful insults at him. Blaming Theo for her death. 

That was when he started to run away. Always ending up at Grimmauld Place. Always running to Hermione. The one person who knew what it felt like and whom he trusted. Harry had just been a baby when his parents were murdered in front of him, but Hermione saw what happened to her mother. He knew she often blamed herself for it, just like he did. She became his home. The one person he could always go to when things got bad. Before they went to Hogwarts, he often spent the night in her bed as she comforted and kept him safe. 

He knew eventually he would have to let her go. Draco had made it clear since they were toddlers that he would spend the rest of his life with Hermione, and that left no room for Theo. He had become content that at least he would have her friendship at least. That changed when she got sorted into Gryffindor. In the five minutes it took her to be sorted, she packed up their friendship and left him behind. He loved her, and yet she was further away than ever. 

 It was like he was exiled from her life with just the simple declaration from a hat. Over the years, he would watch her. Watched as she got acquainted with Draco. Watched as their emotions changed from the childish infatuation into deep, unyielding love. Then he knew he had to move on. Had to find someone else to love. And he did find someone who caught his attention. Someone he never thought would, yet all it took was one project, and he became infatuated with Harry. 

Maybe it was the way Theo could make him blush, but he was happy getting stolen moments with Harry, even though he was in a relationship. Well, to everyone else, he was in a relationship. In truth, Ginny was just using Harry to hide her relationship with Luna. So Theo was okay with only having stolen moments with the Choosen One. It was nothing serious, and they were both open to seeing others. When the war started, he was wracked with worry. Harry and Hermione were off on some secret mission, and Draco was off being forced into being a Death Eater. 

So Theo did what he did best. He ran away. He would run to Malfoy Manor to check on Draco. To escape from the Carrows. But most of all, to see if there was any news on Hermione and Harry. On any given day, Theo couldn’t tell you who he worried about more. His first love or his latest. Yet he kept going. Clutching onto any bit of information he could gather. 

Seeing Draco breaking down over Hermione shattered Theo. He couldn’t breathe, yet he had to be strong for Draco. He had to comfort the man who took his first love because their love was stronger. Draco needed him, and in a way, it was comfort for himself. He wasn’t the only one grieving her. When things became physical, he knew Draco was only using him as a replacement for Hermione. It was just physical for Draco. A way for him to express his desperate need for his soul mate while he battled the knowledge that she was gone forever. But for Theo, it became more. 

He had a habit of latching onto any affection. Theo had always been touch-starved, and in a way, being physical with Draco brought him closer to her. Relief and guilt crushed his chest when he saw her for the first time on the battlefield. She was a shadow of her former self. Her skin was pale, and her hair lacked the luster it always carried. Her bones showed through her skin, and she looked like she had been through hell, but she was there. She was alive and fighting. 

Jealousy flourished through him later. Draco told him they needed to stop. That he was going to go to Hermione after his trial, if he was able to escape a fate in Azkaban, and beg for her to take him back. Beg for her forgiveness. That he was going to tell her about what happened between them. Theo knew it was wrong of him, but he knew if Draco told her everything, he would lose them both. It was almost impossible for him to recover after he thought he had lost her forever, yet if he lost them both, he knew he would not survive. It was wrong, but he fueled Draco’s insecurities. Told him that he had seen her and Weasley kiss when he followed them into the Chamber of Secrets. Conveniently leaving out that Hermione had slapped Weasley for it. 

After the trial, Theo would tell Draco that she would never forgive him for moving on after he thought she died. That she wouldn’t understand. Theo knew he had a non-existent chance of having a future with Harry if Hermione found out the truth, so he had to hold onto Draco at all costs. 

It was when he had tea with Narcissa one day that he realized just how wrong he had been. “Theo, I’m going to invite Hermione to tea. It’s time to put the past behind all of us.” She looked at him with that all-knowing look only Narcissa could have. “You need to decide what you want, Theo. We both know my son only truly sees you as a friend. The two of you need to talk and decide what you want.” 

“What if what I want is something I could never have?” Theo asked as he dropped his mask of indifference. “I don’t want Draco, but if I give him up, I’m also giving up on ever having them back in my life.” 

“Darling, I have a question. Do you truly love Hermione romantically, or do you miss the comfort she used to provide?” As Theo looked at her, shocked, she smiled, “Theo, there is very little I do not know. Now you and Harry. I have never seen you happier than when the two of you were sneaking around. That has potential.” 

“Hermione was always there for me till she wasn’t. It was like losing my home all over again when she chose Harry over all of us. But she will never forgive me once she finds out what I did.” Theo looked away from Narcissa with regret in his eyes. “I have been intercepting her letters to Draco.” 

“Then give the letters to him. He deserves to have them, and you will need to make it up to Hermione. She is the most forgiving person I have ever met.” 

Draco punched Theo when he found out about the letters. If it weren't for Blaise, he probably would have killed him. Yet somehow Draco found it in himself to forgive Theo, but only if he swore to never tell Hermione. Draco didn’t want her to know that he had taken anyone else to his bed, and Theo agreed. But secrets always had a habit of coming to the light. 

As the group returned to school, the gossip started again. Everyone could see the rift between the three of them. Could see that Hermione was doing everything she could to avoid them as if she would perish if she had to spend even a second more with them. Even Harry was avoiding them. Theo had begged Harry to talk to him, yet all he received was a simple sentence, “I have to be there for Hermione.” Draco and Theo could be found more often than not looking at the two Gryffindors with longing and desperation. 

“Here is my section of the Arithmancy project. Once the two of you finish yours, then we can meet up and review it.” Hermione said as she walked to the two Slytherins as they sat in the 8th year common room. Blaise and Pansy both looked up at Hermione. Their expressions barely hid the guilt they felt. She didn’t blame them for not telling her. It wasn’t their secret to reveal. They weren’t the ones who lied to her for months. 

Without waiting for the boys to respond, Hermione turned and started making her way to the library. A study room was calling her name. Needing the peace and quiet it would provide. She was almost there when her name was called out. Turning, she saw Theo running to catch up to her. “Can we talk?” He asked when he finally reached her. 

As she looked up at him, she crossed her arms and pursed her lips. “What do you need, Theodore?” She asked, causing him to wince at his full given name. 

“Okay, I deserve that.” He said as he ran his fingers through his hair and looked away from her. “It was all my fault, and I’m sorry. I was jealous.” Looking back, he looked at her with honesty in his eyes. “Growing up, you were my best friend. I would have picked you over anyone. You were there for me when I needed someone, and I betrayed you. When you needed me most, I sat back and watched for years as you were put in danger.” 

Hermione looked away from Theo as her hands moved to hug herself. “You owed me no loyalty. You made your choice.” 

“You are the only person I owe my loyalty to, and I failed you. I let my father's loyalties influence my actions.” Theo reached out to Hermione for a moment before dropping his hand. 

“Why did you do it? Did you not know about us?” She finally looked up at him, she was barely holding back her tears. 

He hesitated for a moment before he nodded, “I knew. I knew the two of you had something. I didn’t know about the soul bond, but I knew the two of you loved each other. When I found him having a panic attack, saying you were dead, I felt like a piece of me died. It happened one night after he found the grave. From what we knew, you were dead and we would never see you again. It just happened. We were both angry and grieving. Feeling like we failed you. Like we caused your death by failing you so many times.” Looking away from her, he let out a breath. “And after we saw you at the battle, we felt guilty. I don’t know about Draco, but I know I started to develop feelings. I was jealous of your love. Of your relationship. I couldn’t have you, and I knew Harry wouldn’t want me if you found out, so I wanted to keep Draco. Don’t blame him, blame me.” Theo looked at Hermione, knowing what he said next would change the way she saw him. “I hid most of your letters. I let him believe you wouldn’t want him once you found out.” 

As she listened to him, she felt her anger rise. “I wouldn’t have been as hurt if the two of you were honest with me. I care because of the lie. I care because the two of you hid this from me, and I had to find out from Lucius after he threatened my life and admitted to killing my mother!” As she talked, her voice started to rise. Her tongue loosened from her anger. 

Theo’s head whipped around, and his eyes narrowed. “He threatened you?” Theo asked as his voice dropped to a dangerous growl. He was a lot of things. Kind, charming, and a goofball. Yet he could be just as deadly as her when those he loved were threatened. 

“Yes. He offered me information on what happened ot my parents if I made a vow to never marry Draco. When I said no, he threatened to have me killed. When that didn’t rattle me he told me Draco had been fucking someone else. And don't think of trying to get all over protective. He's locked away in Azkaban. There is nothing he can do to me, and I am safe behind the wards here at Hogwarts.” She listed her finger and pointed at his chest before poking him. “I’m disappointed in you. Instead of talking to me like an adult, you went and manipulated the situation and made it a hundred times worse. I can’t be mad that the two of you were together. I broke up with Draco in our 6th year, right before everything happened. He could fuck whoever he wanted. I’m mad at you because you hid everything from me. And I’m mad at him because he did exactly what I begged him not to do after his trial.” 

Taking a deep breath, Hermione glared as she looked up at Theo. The two of you made this Merlin forsaken mess, and I’m not going to pick up the pieces this time. Now, if you will excuse me, I have studying to do.” As she turned, she remembered something else. Looking over her shoulder, she said, “And tell Draco to stop filling my room with flowers. He will not be able to gift his way out of this.” This time, as she turned, her hair hit him. 

For a few days, Hermione had some semblance of peace. Spending her time with Harry, Ginny, Luna, and Neville when she wasn’t in the library. Everything changed after Draco saw Hermione on the Quidditch pitch with Victor. She could feel his presence even though she couldn’t see him. His anger vibrated through the air, assaulting her senses while she tried to focus on the flying lesson Victor was giving her. 

“Hermione, you are not focusing,” Victor said as he brought her attention back to him. In truth, she had been taking the lessons since the beginning of the school year. It was supposed to be a surprise for Draco. He loved flying so much, and she wanted to be able to share something with him. Yet now she was doing it for herself. What kind of respectable witch doesn’t know how to fly? 

“Sorry. You were saying the best way to keep my balance was to find my center.” She said as she looked at him. Pushing Draco from her mind so she could concentrate. 

“Good. Now, kick off, and we will see if you have improved.” Victor had a kind smile as he looked at her. A smile she remembered from her fourth year. Her arms were stiff as she did as he asked. Her eyes closed tightly as her feet left the ground. 

“You must open your eyes, Hermione, or you will fall.” He said as she felt his hand lightly touch her back. Slowly, she opened her eyes and let out a shaky breath. “There you do. Now pull up to raise a little higher and then lean forward to move.” As she listened to him, it struck her that he truly was a good teacher. He was patient and knew how to break through someone's hesitations. 

“Go to dinner with me.” She said as she looked over at him. “Just as friends. But let's go to dinner.” 

 “For you? Anything.” He said with his award-winning smile. And that night they did go to dinner. Hermione wondered if there could be a future between her and the Quidditch star, yet something was missing. Victor was safe. He was a giant puppy dog who would gladly follow her around if she let him, yet that’s not what she wanted. After dinner, they made their way back to the castle. A smiles were shared before they reached the courtyard. “Kiss me.” She said as she stopped and looked up at him. 

Victor only hesitated for a moment before his hand was tangled in her curls and his lips were pressed against hers. It was soft and sweet before she deepened it. Biting his bottom lip playfully. When the two pulled apart, they looked at each other as an understanding settled over them both. “Friends?” She asked with a soft smile. 

“Yes.” Was his response as he smiled at her. “Now we know.” He pulled her into a hug, resting his chin on the top of her head. “The offer is still open to rough up Malfoy.” He offered, causing her to laugh the first true laugh since her meeting with Lucius. 

“Oh, I can handle him on my own just fine.” She said before stepping away from him and heading to the 8th-year tower. Her heart felt lighter than it had when she woke that morning. 

On an intellectual level, she knew no one would be able to compare to Draco. The soul bond ensured that. A cruel cosmic curse that plagued people. Lately, she had found herself angry that she had found her soul mate at such a young age. Most never found theirs yet, when she did, he ended up being pulled to a different side of a war than hers. He ended up breaking her heart multiple times. 

She wondered how much damage her heart could take before it destroyed her completely. According to her Uncle Ro, heartbreak and pain were just something that came with being in love. “Do you know how many times Sirius and I have hurt each other?” Rololphus had asked her when she woke up under that tree. When she didn’t respond, he just smiled. “Each heartbreak brings a new level of understanding. If you didn’t truly love one another, then it wouldn’t hurt as badly.” 

“What about you and Bellatrix?” She asked him as the passage she had read the day before came back to her. 

“We tolerated each other on our best days and hexed each other on our worst. She loved Voldemort in her twisted way. She got her needs taken care of with him while I had my dalliances. You know pureblood marriages are rarely ones of love. You and Draco have something special. There is a reason soul bonds are rare. Not everyone finds their mate in every life. But your bond is deep.” He picked up her hand and traced the gold lines. “For those with new bonds, the marks are thin. Barely visible unless you know they are there. But some marks are bold and deep like yours. It shows the two of you have found each other in past lives. Multiple times, from the looks of it. Love like that comes with pain. With pressure that would cause the weak to shatter. But you are a diamond. Nothing can break you.” 

She just wished she could move past everything. To forgive him for the pain he caused her. 

The second she entered the common room, she felt a hand grab her. Before she realized what was happening, her back was against the wall with a chest pressing against hers. A hand was squeezing her hip while another was buried in her hair. Pulling her head back so she was looking up into dark, angry silver eyes. “I told you what I would do if someone else touched you.” He growled as his chest rose with his anger. “I hope that kiss was worth his life.” 

“You lay a finger on him and you will lose any chance of forgiveness. You fucked our friend for over a year. You do not get to dictate what I do with my body or who I allow to touch it.” She seethed as she glared at him. Eyes narrowed as her hands rested on his chest. Lips parting as she felt his hand flex on her hip. 

“You think I don’t regret it? That I wasn’t imagining you every second? You are all I have ever wanted since I was three. You owe me. You are all consuming. There is no room in my heart for anyone else. You are my moon and my stars. The very sun that lights my world. Without you, I am nothing. My life is forfeit. I would rather die than never have you again. Then share you with anyone else. You are mine, and I am yours. I will find you in every life if I have to. I will chase you through the cosmos. Destroy anyone who stands in my way, even if I have to fight the gods themselves. I fucked up and I will spend every day regretting that I hurt you. Every day, I will fight for us. I will fight for you.” As he spoke, she searched his eyes. Her breath became shallow as tears pooled in her eyes. Her hands fisting his shirt as he leaned down. 

His lips brushed hers. “I love you, Hermione. I have since the moment you walked into my life. And I will love you till I take my last breath.” His lips crashed. Fire exploded over her skin. A burning passion that filled her eyes time his lips touched hers. Teeth clashing against each other and tongues wrestling for dominance. Her hand slid up his chest till she was fisting the hair at the nape of her neck. Nails scratching against his skin as she responded to every touch.  

The desperate need for air caused them to break apart. Panting, they looked at each other till her hand came up and slapped him across the cheek. “You do not get to shatter me and put me back together. You did exactly what I begged you not to do. I told you I would wait for you. All I asked was for you not to shut me out again. To not disappear on me yet, that's exactly what you did. It doesn’t matter that Theo hid my letters. You made the choice to disappear on me.” 

Chapter Text

October 1999

Growing up, Draco was always a talented pianist. It became the way he worked through his emotions. When he came to Hogwarts, he could be found most nights in the hidden chambers of the dungeons playing a piano that had long since been abandoned. On nights when he had royaly fucked things up with Hermione back then he would play for hours. Play till his fingers would go numb, and tears silently streamed down his cheeks. 

On the nights Hermione had rounds as a prefect, she would stand at the door and silently watch him. On the rare occasion, she would be gifted with his voice as he sang in a haunting voice that would reverberate through her, will she felt like she was feeling exactly what he was feeling. He was always open and raw when he played. 

Since he came back to Hogwarts, he was blessed with a piano that sat in a secluded room off the common room, It became his refuge. The only place he could go where no one would disturb him. Where he could let his emotions free without the worry of someone else seeing him weak and needy. 

The war left its scars on everyone. Left trauma that all of them were just starting to understand and process. For Draco, it quickly became evident he couldn’t let his weaknesses show to anyone around him. Weakness got you killed. Weakness got those you loved killed. Left graves to dig and bodies to say goodbye to for the final time. 

He had always been someone who hid his raw feelings from most people, but Hermione was never one of them. Yet now he felt like he couldn’t be weak even around her. She had been so strong and endured so much. It was her turn to finally let go of the walls she wrapped around her and guarded with deadly sentries. He knew he should have been honest with her. He knew he should have run to her the second he returned home from his trial. Should have fallen to his knees and bared his soul to her and begged her forgiveness for his transgressions. 

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t be weak in front of anyone. Weakness would get her killed, so he needed to be strong and bottle everything up so it wouldn’t hurt her. Yet it still hurt her. She still found out, and it wasn’t from him like it should have been. He did this to them. He ripped them apart to the point that the pieces couldn’t be put back together. 

He also blamed Theo. He blamed his best friend for what happened. Draco hadn’t been in his right mind, and it shouldn’t have happened in the first place. Yet he had chosen to continue. Made the choice to hide from her and continue to use Theo as a cheap replacement. Because that's what he had been. Nothing could compare to her. Hermione was his everything, and she deserved better than him. He was just someone who hurt her at every turn. 

Over the years, he hid so much from her. Kept secrets and betrayed her to the point where he didn’t honestly expect her to ever forgive him. He was her past, and someone else would take his place in her life. She deserved the world, and that was something he was struggling to give her. Something he didn’t know if his broken mind and body would ever be able to give her. He was a mangled, broken thing, and she deserved someone pure. Someone who would never hurt her again. 

Draco had disappeared into the piano room the day prior after he had confronted Hermione after her date. Even as he spoke to her, he knew he had no leg to stand on. He could show her the ugly possessive side of him. The side that desired to lock her away and keep her for himself. To make her the princess in the tower, as he was the dragon that would guard her and keep her for eternity. Yet he still couldn’t bring himself to bare his soul to her. To show her the dark, mangled pieces of himself that barely made it through the war.  

He was so lost in himself as his fingers moved over the piano. The keys singing out a tortured melody that made him want to bare his soul. If only he could do that when he was standing in front of her. Closing his eyes, he let the music flow through him. Singing his emotions and desires.

"I guess it goes to show, does it not?

That we've no idea what we've got

Until we lose it

And no amount of love will keep it around

If we don't choose it

And I don't know what's got its teeth in me

But I'm about to bite back in anger

No amount of self-sought fury

Will bring back the glory of innocence

My, my, those eyes like fire

I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre

Come now, bite through these wires

I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired

Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher

Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire"

When he opened his eyes again, he realized he wasn’t alone. His fingers continued to move over the keys as she turned to look at her. Pain and guilt showed in his eyes. Reaching up, she placed her hand on his cheek, causing him to close his eyes again and nuzzle into her hand. Desperate for any attention from her. “If only you could use your words to open up to me like that.” She said before she stood and kissed his forehead. “Get some sleep.” 

As she left, Hermione closed the door behind her and rested against it. Her hands fisted at her side while she gathered the strength to walk away. Once she reached her room, she curled up on her bed and Crookshanks nudged her till she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her chest. Crying as she buried her face in his fur. 

Crookshanks was her ever-present protector. Whenever she needed him, he was there as if he just popped into existence anytime she needed him. 

He lay in her arms till she fell into a deep sleep. His smushed face pressed against her shoulder. It wasn’t till he felt her shoulders drop and her breath deepen that he slipped from her tight grip. Vengeance was clear in his intelligent eyes as she jumped from her bed and opened her door with his front paws on the handle. Slipping out of the room, he used his tail to close the door before trotting his way down the hall. How dare they hurt his precious Hermione? She deserved the world, yet she was being betrayed by those who were supposed to love her. It was easy to find a rat within the walls of the ancient castle. Even to travel through the halls unseen. He learned these halls long ago when he was just a boy, and he spent his time sneaking around. 

Learning the new sections of the castle had brought a sense of adventure for the cat, yet he had to pause his adventures to punish those who dared to break his darling Hermone’s heart. For now, he couldn’t curse them as he wished. His only options were to attack them with his claws, which he kept razor sharp, or by leaving dead animals in their beds. He had even once tried to leave a rather stinky surprise in one of the Slytherins' beds, but the elfs cleaned it up like they always did. He could get away with causing pain or leaving dead, sometimes alive, if the person particularly vexed his Hermione, animals, but anything else, and the elfs would interfere. 

So as Crookshanks trotted through the halls with a live rat dangling from his maw, his tail flicked about as his wand used to when he was particularly vexed. Some would claim they could feel a stinging hex thrown at them when the cat would pass them. But how could a mere cat send stinging hexes? Even if the cat was half Kneazle.

Crookshanks scratched his claws against one of the doors and sat back, waiting for something. Silently, an elf materialized beside the cat and bowed to him. “Of course, master.” The elf said before opening the door for the cat. A purr was the elf's reward before the cat slipped into the room and lightly jumped onto the bed. Despite his large body, the bed didn’t move as he stepped around the long, thin body asleep in the bed. 

Once he reached the pillow, the cat looked down into the sleeping face of Hermione’s friend. The brown curls were messy from sleep, and his nose scrunch as if he were having a bad dream. Without waiting for another moment, Crookshanks dropped the rat into the boy's open mouth. As the boy sprang up screaming and spitting out the rat, Crookshanks sat on the pillow with while somehow giving the boy a smug expression. 

The boy looked with horror as the rat scurried across his bed till it found the edge and jumped. Slowly, he turned and looked at the cat on his pillow. His chest rose with each breath. “In my mouth?” the boy asked before he jumped from the bed as Crookshanks swiped at him with his nails. As the boy took flight and ran from his bedroom, the cat took chase. 

“Hermione! Your cat is trying to kill me!” The boy screamed, causing everyone to come to their doors and look out as the boy ran down the hall. As he reached Hermione's door, she popped her head out and had to stifle a laugh. “Crooksy, leave Theo alone for the night. Whatever you have done is clearly enough for now.” As she spoke, the cat made his way over to her and wove himself around her legs. 

“He put a rat in my mouth and then tried to kill me, Hermione!” Theo cried as he looked at her. 

She simply raised an eyebrow at him before she picked her cat up and ran her fingers through its fur. “Good boy, Crooksy.” She said while she kept her eyes locked with Theo. 

The boy looked at her with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open. “Why do I get punished when Draco hasn’t been?” Theo asks as he looks between Hermione and the demon she called a cat. 

“That's simple. Crookshanks actually likes me. He's never liked you.” Draco said as he leaned against his doorframe. Exhaustion was clear in his eyes. When Theo looked back at the cat, he could have sworn he saw the cat nod its head. 

“This isn’t fair I’m not the only one who fucked up!” He said as hurt spread through his body.

“Theo, you admitted to manipulating the entire situation,” Hermione said as she put Crookshanks down and watched as he trotted off down the hall to cause more trouble. Looking back at Theo, she sighed. “We wouldn’t be in this situation if you didn’t do what you did.” She took a deep breath before she let her emotions get the better of her. Something she found herself doing often lately. “You took a year from us. A year in which we would have been handling other issues that needed to be taken care of. Instead, we have at most 10 months to handle it before Draco is forced to either marry someone he does not love or lose his magic.” Her voice was growing in volume as she pressed her finger into his chest. “I hate you, Theo! You have ruined our lives because you were selfish and jealous.” Pushing him away from her, she turned and slammed her door, leaving Theo standing in the hall, shocked as he looked at the door. 

When he looked at Draco, he saw his best friend shake his head before the blonde walked back into his room and closed the door. When Theo turned and saw Harry watching him, he paused. Harry held up his hand. “Don’t try it, Theo. I don’t want to hear any excuses. You did what you did, and these are the consequences. Till she forgives you, there is no us. I may have feelings for you, but she's my sister.” Harry slipped back into his room, leaving Theo in the hall alone. 

Over the next few nights, Theo’s nights consisted of being terrorized by the orange beast. He would be woken up by toads, flapping and wet fish, and several snakes. Each night, he strengthened his wards and added new ones, yet the blasted cat was still getting in. One night, when he woke up feeling fangs sink into his skin, he screamed in pain before looking down at the snake that was attached to his arm. It wasn’t the usual grass snake he had grown accustomed to over the terror that was the cat's reign. With the snake in hand, he made his way out of his room to pound his fist on Hermione’s door. When she opened, she looked between the snake and Theo. 

Looking back at the snake, she hissed at it, causing it to lift its head and slither into her open hand before wrapping around her arm. Looking up at her adoringly as its tongue flicked through the air. When she looked back at Theo, she said, “You should go to the infirmary. Adders are venomous.” She ran her fingers along the snake's head, calming it before stepping out of her room, still dressed in her silk pajama shorts and matching tank top. “Don’t worry, you won't die.” Summoning her shoes, she slipped them on before making her way towards the common room entrance. 

Draco looked at Theo with a raised eyebrow before summoning his robes and grabbing a pair for Hermione. “Ask Harry to take you. He will know about the kind of snake.” He said before following Hermione silently as she made her way through the castle and the ground till they reached the forbidden forest. The entire time, she was talking to the snake. Laughing softly as if what the snake told her was the funniest thing she had ever heard. Once they reached the forest, she leaned down and held her hand close to the ground. He stood back as he watched the snake slither from her hold before it turned and looked at her. Giving her a small nod before turning and entering the forest. 

Draco slipped the robe onto her shoulders as she shivered softly. “What did the snake say that was so funny?” He asked once he stepped back from her. 

“He told me about how Crookshanks for into Theo’s room and about how he convinced the snake to help him. It would appear my cat has elfs helping him when he cannot do something himself. How he has done it, I have no clue,” she said as she let out a soft laugh.  

“I’m sorry, Hermione,” Draco said as she turned to look at him. “I’m sorry for everything I did. He might have manipulated the situation, but I still made the choice, and I will forever strive to fix what I have broken.” He gave her a soft smile. One that was rarely seen. It was a smile online for her. 

As he turned away from her to make his way back into the castle, she stopped him by placing her hand on his. Lacing their fingers together before she stood on her tip toes and kissed him softly. “You are not forgiven, but I will give you a chance to make things right. I love you, and honestly, I do not know if I could live without you.” 

His arms wrapped around her and pulled her close to him. Burrowing his face in her curls, he inhaled her scent as his shoulders relaxed. “Thank you, my love. I will do better. I will never keep anything from you again.” 

“Well, in the thought of being transparent with one another, I should tell you what happened when I saw your father.” She said before leading him to a set of boulders where they could sit. Looking up at the moon, she sighed before retelling him what happened when she visited Lucius and what she had read in Bellatrix’s grimoire. 

Silently, he listened and nodded. His hands fisting as he risisted the urge to lose his temper. When she finally stopped, he looked at her. “So he killed your mother and almost killed you and Harry,” Draco said as he tried to staunch his temper. “Have you told my mother?” He asked her as he looked out at the forest. 

“Not yet. I have been trying to process everything. I was going to talk to her when we return home for the Samhain ball.” As she lay her head on his shoulder, he wrapped his arm around her. 

“Dumbledore truly did manipulate everything, didn’t he?” Draco’s voice held the exhaustion that had grown bone deep over the years. 

“He did. I just do not understand why. My mother was sweet. Nothing like the rest of her family. She didn’t have a single dark thought within her.” Tears had started to run down her cheeks. 

“Hermione, not only your grandfather but great-grandfather on the Gaunt side were sentenced to life in Azkaban. Her uncle was Voldemort himself. Dumbledore wanted the Gaunt line gone so Voldemort couldn’t latch on to any of them.” 

“I honestly think if he had lived, he would have made sure we all fell in battle, so he was the only one left to get any recognition.” 

Chapter Text

October 1999

Gevevieve Laurent had quickly become one of Hermione’s favorite professors. The French witch was fascinating and never shied away from Hermione’s questions on even the darkest of magic. In fact, it was her assignments that caused Hermione to think the most at times. In preparation for Samhain, they were assigned projects to pick a form of either light or dark magic. They had to describe what made the type of magic light or dark, and why it was deemed an unacceptable form of magic by the masses. 

Hermione picked Blood Magic. More specifically, Haemomancy. When she stood in front of the class to give her presentation, she looked out at her fellow students. “I chose a Dark Magic called Haemomancy. It is a type of Blood Magic that involves using blood as a form of power. It is similar to Necromancy except instead of manipulating the dead, you would use Haemomancy on the living. Like most Blood Magic, it is outlawed within the magical world because of the bodily harm it can cause. It is considered a form of unforgivable magic juts like the unforgivable curses.” Hermione took a breath and looked at her professor. 

Her presentation went on for a little bit longer before she finally came to her conclusion. “Haemomancy can be used to create circumstances for anamagi that resemble a Maledictus. While we know Maledictus are born with a blood curse that is passed from mother to daughter, that traps them into their beast form permanently, it has been discovered that Haemomancy can be used to trap any unsuspecting animagus in their beast form till the curse is lifted.”

When her professor clapped and smiled with pride, Hermione relaxed before she settled back into her seat. 

“Of course, a witch from the darkest families would pick something as disgusting as blood magic,” Ron said with a sneer, causing Seamus to laugh. 

As their professor looked over at them, she raised a delicate eyebrow as her dark brown eyes locked with Ronald's. “Mr.Weasley, why do you say blood magic is disgusting?” She tilted her head and gave him that calculating look Hermione had grown to know since the beginning of the year. 

 “Well, because it's dangerous.” Ronald sputtered as he tried to come up with a reason. 

“While Blood Magic is dangerous, it is often the only solution to many issues. If someone has been obliviated, Blood Magic is often the only option to return the memories. The strongest wards are made with Blood Magic. Marriage bonds are created with Blood Magic. Ancient Magic, such as the sacrificial magic Mr. Potter's mother used to protect him as an infant, was Blood Magic. Are you saying all of those examples are disgusting?” 

As Ronald sputtered to formulate an answer, the professor moved on. By the end of the class, she had a smile on her lips. 

“Now this weekend is Samhain. Miss Black and Mr.Potter have graciously invited the class to their annual Samhain ball.” Invitations were spread out to each student. “Make sure you have your invitation with you when you arrive, or else you will not be able to get past the wards. There have been altars created in the great hall for you to honor your ancestors. Before you leave the school, do not forget to make your contribution to the Feast for the Dead in the room just off the Dungins. Your books outline the rituals that are standard if you wish to perform any.” With that, the French witch dismissed the class. 

Before she could grab them, Draco picked up her books and bag. Carrying them for her. Only smiled when she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. The two had settled into a routine. He would be her silent companion. Carrying her books or simply keeping her company while she studied. The night before they were set to go home for Samhain, Draco’s patients slipped slightly. 

The two were walking through the stacks of the library. Hermione was looking for a specific book while Draco was simply basking in her presence till she stopped short and he ran into her. He expected her to be looking at the shelves for her book. Instead, she was looking over her shoulder at him with half-lidded eyes. 

That look sent a shiver down his body. His hands gripped her hips as she leaned down to whisper in her ear, “If you do not turn around and continue to search for your book, I will lose what little control I have over myself.” He kissed just under her ear. Hermione knew she shouldn’t, yet she brushed her body against his. A smirk split her lips as he groaned. His hands flexed on her hips before he turned her and gripped her hips tightly. Lifting her from the ground and wrapping her legs around his hips. Lips finding that wonderful spot on her neck that always made her core tighten. 

*

Her hips ground against his as her fingers gripped the hair at the nape of his neck. Nails scratching in the way he always loved. As he left a mark on her neck, he pressed her back into the shelves. His fingers slowly skimming along her thigh till they slipped under her skirt. Teasing along the edge of her lace knickers. Her arousal coating her core. It had been so long since she had been touched by him. Since she had felt his fingers between her thighs. 

The library had always been one of their favorite places to sneak around. They could get lost in one another without arousing suspicion from Harry and the map. It’s a library after all. Everyone had to study at some point. 

As Draco’s fingers brushed her lace-covered core, he groaned against her lips, “Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop and I will. I need to feel you. Taste you.” He took her lower lip between his teeth and pulled it softly. “If you tell me no, I will walk away.” She could feel his arousal pressing against her. “But please, my love, do not say no.” 

Slowly, he lowered her legs to the ground before he fell to his knees in front of her. Their eyes locked with one another. “Beg.” She told him as she placed her fingers under his chin. His hands were resting on her thighs, right under her skirt. 

“Please, Hermione, my love, please allow me just a taste. I am yours to do with as you wish.” He leaned in and placed a kiss on her thigh. Lips skimming her skin as he said, “I’ll be good if you let me have a taste. I’ll behave and give you pleasure.” His nails scratch along the back of her thighs, causing a soft gasp to escape her lips. 

Keeping her eyes locked with his, she slowly lifted the hem of her skirt. “Show me why I should forgive you.” She whispered before he placed a kiss on her mound. His tongue teasing her lace covered clit. Growling as he tasted the sweet nectar that flowed from her. Draco’s finger hooked into the gusset of her knickers before he ripped them. Grinning against her skin before his tongue slips between her lower lips. 

Lifting one of her legs, he draped it over his shoulder. Nose brushing against her clit while his tongue disappeared between her folds. He would normally want to go slow. Tease her till she was getting for him to let her cum but he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to feel her cum around his tongue. His fingers. Anything. 

She had always been the sweetest fruit, and he had a ferocious sweet tooth. 

Hermione looked down at Draco as her breath came out in gasps. It had been two years since anyone had touched her. It had been two years since he had an orgasm that wasn’t caused by her fingers, and she was desperate. It was wrong and went against everything she had been saying, yet she wanted him so much in that moment. 

From the moment she saw him in the tea lounge, she needed him. Her body practically vibrated with need anytime he was close. Even when she wanted to kill him. Draco always knew how to bring out the depraved side of her. A side none knew existed. 

“I’m close” she managed to gasp out as she felt his fingers slip into her. Brushing against that magical bundle of nerves only he could find. And she had been close so when he suddenly stopped and put her leg back on the ground she looked at him with narrowed eyes till she heard what caused him to stop. 

“Padma, do we have to study before we leave?” Parvati asked her sister as they turned down the aisle, Draco and Hermione occupied. 

Hermione focused on fixing her skirt and hiding the blush that took over her cheeks as the twins came into view. “Hello” hermione said as she slipped past them with Draco following behind. 

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Arriving home this time was easier. No meetings with evil men and no surprise revelations that would throw her entire life into upheaval. As she stepped out of the floo, and smile pulled at her lips. The elves were bustling around the Manor, preparing everything. It made Hermione’s heart warm to see her home in such a state. Narcissa stood in the center of the controlled chaos, calling out orders and approvals. 

The altar for Samhain was different than the setup the Black family used for Madon. Madon revolved around the season. Samhain was for remembrance. For connecting with those who were lost. As Hermione worked to set up the altar, she smiled at the moving photos of her parents. Looking at the photo of Harry’s parents made her heart feel heavy. He had been so young when he lost them. 

The morning had been spent with everyone making soul cakes for their loved ones while making their favorite foods. In the chapel, a table had been set for the dead. Each person's favorite foods were placed at their seat. Hermione’s mother's seat was made of Coq au vin that Hermione had spent hours cooking. 

Because of the way the living honored the dead on Samhain, it quickly became one of her favorite holidays when she was a child. Turnips and pumpkins were carved by everyone. The wards were reset. Bonfires were built across the property. But this year was different. As Hermioen looked down at the ring that rested on her palm, she smiled softly. “McGonagall gave me the recreated Gaunt ring earlier this year.” She said as she looked out at her friends and family. “For those who do not know, the Gaunt family ring is made of the resurrection stone. I have decided to allow everyone to use it today to visit with their loved ones. I will leave it here on the altar.” 

She waited for everyone else to have a turn before she slipped the ring back onto her finger and walked to the Black family cemetery. Standing at her parents' graves, she finally focused on the ring. Stroking the stone three times before her mother appeared in front of her. “My little star.” Her mother said with a teary smile. “You have done so well, my darling.” 

Hermione looked at her mother as tears silently fell down her cheeks. “I miss you so much, Mum,” Hermione said, wanting nothing more than to throw herself into her mother's arms and feel her warmth once again. 

“I miss you, too, little star, but your father watches over you every day.” 

Hermione’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked at her mother. “How?” 

“I wish I could tell you, but soon you will figure it out. Just know he is always near and always watching out for you.” The two women talked for a little longer before the veil called Aerie Black back to the land of the dead. After she refreshed the flowers at their graves, Hermione made her way back to the Manor. Her head was in the clouds as she made her way to her chambers. Allowing the elves to do her hair and makeup for the ball.

She knew there was no stopping them. The last time she tried, the elf secured her to the chair and continued with their work. So Hermione sat there obediently and allowed the elf to work. Her mind wandered to what her mother had said. Her father was close and watching out for her. But what did that mean? All she wanted was answers, yet she kept getting more questions. 

“Mistress is all done,” Mapel said as she smiled at Hermione. 

Looking in the mirror, Hermioen smiled brightly. Her curls were pulled back in an artfully messy updo while her makeup was dark and smoky. Her lips were painted a beautiful red to match her dress. As she stood, the elf helped her into a scandalous floor-length dress with illusion mess that matched her skin tone perfectly. Red vines were embroidered onto the dress to protect her modesty. A pair of red heels was added to help with her height before she put on a silver jewelry set that looked like pomegranate vines with diamonds making up the leaves and rubies as the pomegranates. 

The final piece was her mask. The gold metal work resembled lace as it covered the top half of her face. It made her insanely thankful for magic because she wouldn’t have been able to see without it. An elaborate headpiece was added with filigree, pomegranates, and a glowing star. 

When there was a knock on the door the elf answered it with a smile. “Mistress lookes gorgeous.” She said to the visiter. When Hermione turned to look at her visitor she smiled seeing Draco dressed in impeccable tailored formal robes with a black mask with dragon scales and horns. 

“That she does, Mapel,” Draco said before walking over to Hermione. Dropping to one knee, he took her hand in his. “Lady Persephone, would you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you this evening?” He asked before he kissed her knuckles. 

She knew he couldn’t see her eyes, and she used that to her advantage. Her eyes moved over his features. Seeing just how fit he looked in his robes. After making him wait for a moment, she let a demure smile pull at her lips. “Every lady needs her dragon.” When he stood, he placed a soft kiss on her lips before he escorted her to the ballroom. Quests from all over Britain had started to arrive in their finery. Some wore plain masks while others wore elaborate designs. Some even went without, but for the most part, everyone wore a mask of some kind.  It was tradition after all. 

As the witch and wizard made their way into the ballroom, all eyes turned to them. Their friends all made their way towards them. Pansy had her arms laced with Theo and Harry. Walking between them as her vibrant emerald green dress trailed the ground behind her. An elegant gray and gold mask in the shape of bat wings covered her face. Harry and Theo were both dressed in formal robes, while Harry wore a stag mask with foliage in the antlers and Theo wore a mask that looked like it belonged on a woodland prince. 

When Ginny, Luna, and Blaise made their way over, Hermione let out a whistle. Ginny was dressed in a black strapless dress with a slit almost up to her hip. It was classic yet sexy. Then there was Luna’s showstopper of a dress. It was Pansy’s design, but it had a flair only Luna could pull off. The bodice was purple while the skirt was sage green and perfectly layered. The sleeves were made up of vines with blooming flowers. All three wore different variations of wolf masks. 

The eight spent the night dancing with one another, drinking, and celebrating. They let their worries escape them for just the night. At one point, Hermine found herself on the dancefloor wrapped in Draco’s arms. His hand resting possessively on her hip, “Did you pick this dress or did someone else?” He whispered in her ear. 

“Your mother picked it out. It was part of my birthday gift. Isn’t it beautiful?” 

“Everything is beautiful, you, my love. Though it does make me feel the need to stake my claim and destroy anyone who looks in your direction.” He pulled her earlobe between his teeth and gave a playful tug. 

“You always do that even when I am dressed in joggers and a hoodie.” 

Chapter Text

Quidditch was the most important sport in the wizarding world—it was basically the only sport within the wizarding world, which was a shame. That was one aspect in which the Muggle world excelled. There were thousands of different sports in the Muggle world. Unfortunately, Hermione couldn’t say she enjoyed any sport. She enjoyed her books, and when her friends were playing Quidditch, she used the time to read. 

It also didn’t help that she couldn’t stomach the gravity-defying stunts her friends loved to perform. Though this year was different. Normally, she would be cheering on Harry, Ginny, and Ron. Cheering for Gryffindor to demolish any challengers. But now she had Draco, Blaise, and even Theo to cheer on. It just made the opening game of the season a little more complicated. Instead of showing favoritism for one team, she wore both colors. Around her neck was one of Draco’s Slytherin scarves while she wore a Gryffindor hat. 

It was a cold day, so she sat under a blanket with Pansy while they watched their friends move about the sky. Luna was sitting in the announcer’s box with her usual lion headdress. Something only she could pull off. It was truly an amusing sight. As her dreamy voice filled the air, Hermione and Pansy shared small snickers. 

“Welcome, everyone, to the annual Gryffindor vs Slytherin game. Has anyone noticed how dashing Blaise Zabini, chaser for the Slytherin team, looks today? Or how chaser Ginny Weasley, from the Gryffindor team, looks beautiful? Their Wrackspurts have cleared quite a bit since we went on a date after Samhain.” As she spoke, Hermione could see a blush color Ginny’s face while Blaise smirked. 

Once Victor released the balls, the game was off in a flurry of movement. Hermione got lost relatively easily. For some reason, she could never actually understand Quidditch. Maybe it was because she had no interest in it or because she just didn’t understand sports. Either way, it wasn’t long before she pulled out the book her father had gifted her for her birthday and started to read. 

In the background, she could hear Luna call out, “That was a lovely attempt by Katie Bell to get the Quaffle past the Slytherin Keeper, Theo Nott. Her aura must be positively orange with rage. Did you know Theo tried to ruin his friends’ relationships? It’s honestly heartbreaking for Hermione.” 

Pansy spat out her firewhiskey as Hermione’s head shot up with wide eyes. “She did not just say that?” Pansy said before looking at Hermione. 

“Oh look Neville Longbottom, who took up the mental of beater for the first year, just sent the bludger towards Slytherin chaser Adrian Pucey. It’s such a shame I heard he was caught snogging Tracey Davis and got caught by his fiancée, Daphne Greengrass.” 

“She’s spilling the entire school’s secrets,” Hermione said as she looked over at Pansy. 

“I wonder when McGonagall will stop her,” Pansy responded, paying more attention to Luna than the game. By the middle of the game, it was revealed that Ronald Weasley had been caught picking on Slytherin first years, Dean and Seamus had been caught snogging, Daphne had shaved Tracey’s hair, Theo and Harry had hooked up after Samhain, and Pansy and Neville were caught using a devil snare inappropriately. 

“Pansy!” Hermione said, causing the raven-haired girl to shrug. “What? We didn’t have ropes, and he wanted to tie me up.” The two girls burst into laughter before they turned back to the game. Hermione’s book was forgotten in her lap. 

“And Slytherin scores again. It’s now to 140 to 90. Oh look at that, a bludger is getting close to Ron Weasley’s head.” 

It was then that a streak of gold could be seen flying through the air, catching the attention of both Draco and Harry. As it flew past the Slytherin goal posts, Draco and Harry took off. Their cape flew behind them as they tried to outmaneuver the other. 

“And the seekers have caught sight of the snitch!” Both boys weaved through the goal. Kicking at the other with smiles on their lips. The chase took them in and out of the stands before they finally took a sharp turn into the sky. Flying till they were just specks before taking steep dives. Each reaching out for the snitch. Neck and neck till they were swirling around one another. Hermione clutched her book as she watched the two. 

“And Draco Malfoy had the snitch,” Luna called as Draco’s fingers wrapped around the snitch just as both Seekers pulled up on their brooms, narrowly missing the ground. Green and silver confetti filled the air. Some booed while others cheered. Hermione and Pansy both ran down to the pitch with smiles on their lips. All of their friends crowded around Draco while Ron stormed towards them. Harry and Draco were grinning at one another. Just happy to be playing again. 

“He fouled Harry!” Ron shouted as he pointed at Draco. 

“The catch was a fair catch, Ron. Relax. It’s just a game of Quidditch.” Harry said while looking at his former friend with a scowl. The ginger man was truly making their lives miserable. If he wasn’t causing a fight with one of them, then he was bullying the younger students. Just the night before, Hermione had the little Muggleborn Evans girl run to her, saying Ron was cornering some of the other first years on the fifth floor. 

When she found him, he was levitating one boy upside down while some of the other 8th-year Gryffindor boys were bullying other students. It took her threatening to get McGonagall to get the boys to leave the students alone. Hermione tried to catch them as much as possible to protect the younger students, but it was becoming increasingly hard to do when the younger students were being threatened into silence. Even McGonagall told her that there was nothing she could do unless the students came to her or one of their professors. The only times Hermione could report were the times that she physically caught him bullying other students. It was infuriating, but McGonagall promised she would do what she could. The board of Governors was simply willing to look the other way for a war hero. 

The reality was that if Draco had been the one to commit any of these atrocities, they would have thrown him in Azkaban within seconds. It was ridiculous, and Hermione would fight to fix it. It was just the kind of person she was. If she saw something was wrong, she had to fix it or it would bug her till she died. 

As her friends disappeared into the changing rooms, Hermione told Pansy she was going to make a quick trip into Hogsmead and would meet her back in the common room for the party they had planned for in a little bit. She had ordered a new book that she hoped would help her find her father, and needed to pick it up. She just needed something that could give her a clue to find him. If he wasn’t dead, then where was he? Why wouldn’t he come to her? What kept him away, and for him to face his death? 

During her walk into the little village, her fingers toyed with her rings. Her mind wandered to everything happening in her life. Since Hermione told Draco she would give him a chance to make everything right, she woke up with a bouquet every morning. It was getting to the point that she was running out of space for the beautiful flowers. He always had an issue showing his affection in a way that wasn’t materialistic or exceedingly physical. Anyone who had a father like Lucius Malfoy would have issues expressing their feelings. He was all but forbidden to show emotions, just like the Malfoy men before him. Only Draco felt deeply. When he repressed his emotions, he only became angry and bitter. The war didn’t help either. She wished he had come to her to begin with, so she could have helped him work through his trauma and his plethora of issues. 

But when it came to men with issues in the wizarding world, there was never a shortage. Walking into the Hogshead, Hermione looked at the ever-grumpy Aberforth Dumbledore as he wiped the perpetually sticky bar top. “Hello, Aberforth.” She said as she walked over to the bar, giving him a kind smile. He just grumbled at her before pulling a stack of books from behind the bar. 

“Your owl was demanding.” He said as he looked at her with a look that was strangely close to her old headmaster. “But the books were going to waste, so take them.” 

“And these were the books he kept hidden?” She asked as she looked through the books. Recognizing some of the title,s but more specifically the book her father had gifted her was in the pile. Sliding each of the books into her bag she looked at Aberforth. “Thank you. This truly does mean so much to me. If you ever decide to renovate just let me know and I will be more than happy to be a benefactor.” 

He just glared at her before handing over a key. “There are more books in his home if you can get past the wards.”

Taking the key, she looked at it for a moment. “I do enjoy a challenge. I will let you know if I get in.” Pulling a purse of galleons from her bag, she handed it over to Aberforth. “And thank you for the alcohol for the party tonight. Just like I promised, and McGonagall will never know.” Between Aberforth and Kreacher, the 8th year was getting a great deal of contraband into the castle this year. Blaise and Hermione had kept the house elf quite busy so far, which Sirius had been happy about. The two never got along, but that stemmed from her grandmother’s influence. The woman had been a horrible person. Cruel to her eldest son, and the elf had taken after her so deeply that the elf still argued with Sirius regularly. Keeping him busy was the best thing for Sirius. 

As she was making her way back to the school, she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Her hand moved to her wand desperately while she kept walking. Waiting till she was behind the wards of the school before she turned around. Freezing when she saw Dolohov standing just out of reach of any spells she could cast. “Hello, Kotenok.” He said with a sneer. 

“Dolohov.” She said as she narrowed her eyes. The scar across her chest felt like it was burning as she looked at him. “I would have thought you would be back in Russia by now. Being one of the most wanted men in Britain must make it difficult to live.” She just needed him to come a step closer. 

“I am just delivering a message. Get the Malfoy boy to marry the Greengrass girl, or I will be paying you another visit, but it will not be as pleasant. I will be watching Kotenok.” She watched as he disappeared in a swirl of shadows. Her knees buckled as she clutched her chest. Feeling her heart beat faster as she looked at the spot he once stood. If she told her friends what happened, she would get no peace, but how could she not tell them? Dolohov, one of the most dangerous Death Eaters, was going to be spying on her. Following her. That was something they deserved to know, wasn’t it?

Collecting herself, she stood and started to make her way into the castle. Her thoughtswere  plagued with how to keep her friends safe while also keeping her freedom intact. This was an issue. One that wouldn’t be solved that night. She would need time to deal with everything. Time to find a way to get everything she wanted while also adding the hunting of a Death Eater that had evaded capture for a year. Nothing complicated. 

Once she made her way into the 8th year tower, she found the party in full swing. The common room had been decorated to boast green and silver to represent the Slytherin team winning. With a flick of her wrist, she sent her back to her room before collapsing onto one of the couches. Smiling as Ginny came over with a glass for her. “According to Blaise, it’s called a sex on the Beach. A delicious muggle concoction.” Ginny raved while Hermione took a sip and smiled. 

She looked around, seeing people dancing, snogging, and laughing. The common room was filled with everyone from years six and up. It was a little comical if she thought about it. Everyone was coming to support the Slytherin team win, when normally they would sneer at them. Everyone had been divided for so long that it became easy to think there would never be any situation where they could all come together like this. Yet here they were, all celebrating the win of the first game of the year. 

When Draco finally saw her, he made his way through the crowd and settled on the couch beside her. “You were gone longer than expected. What kept you?” He asked as he draped his arm across the back of the couch. Fingers playing with her hair as he always did. 

Hermione leaned her head onto his shoulder and smiled softly. “Nothing. Just got caught up looking at the different books Aberforth was able to get me. He gave me a key to Dumbledore’s home. Said there was more there, but he couldn’t get past the wards. If he did something to my father, then I would bet that the evidence is hidden there. I will have to try to break through. Maybe hire some curse breakers to break through the wards. I will figure out what he did to my father. I just know it was him.” 

At some point, Draco and Hermione ended up in her room with the books spread around them. All of the books had notes written in the margins though most of them didn’t make sense. It was as if they were written by a mad man. Many were about the Deathly Hallows or about Voldemort. As if the Hallows could solve everything. As if having all three Hallows could solve the issue of death itself. 

“Did he truly believe having all three would make him invulnerable to an attack from Voldemort?” Hermione asked as she looked over at Draco. “That is preposterous. Nothing can truly stop death. While yes, Horcruxes can keep someone alive forever, they still kill you in other ways. You only have a half-life. It destroys your body and soul. It’s why when he was brought back, Voldemort looked like a snake instead of the handsome man he had once been. Even a Philosopher’s stone takes its toll. While you can keep yourself alive with it, arguably forever, you never stop aging. Nicolas Flamel looked like a walking corpse by the time he died. His bones were so brittle they would break from a light touch.” 

As Hermione went on her little rant, Draco just watched her. His features were soft as he looked at her like she was the most fascinating and beautiful creature to ever exist. She was his whole world. Someone he owed his life if he was honest. He had so much to fix with the two of them, but he would. He would find a way, even if he had to kill himself to do it. 

When Crookshanks jumped on the bed, he was pulled from his reverie to look at the orange beast. The cat’s yellow eyes bore into him as if they were wishing him pain. A slow and suffering death reflected at him as he looked at the cat. For such a small creature, the cat was arguably more terrifying than a fully grown basilisk. Draco wouldn’t put it past Crookshanks to kill him in his sleep. Wouldn’t be the first person that the cat tried to kill, even if Draco was on the very short list of people the cat tolerated around Hermione. 

When the cat finally looked away from Draco, he nuzzled his face into Hermione’s arm before placing one of his paws on the open copy of the transfiguration book that matched the copy her father had gifted her. As if he was telling her all of the answers she needed were in that book. “You always had the best intuition, Crooksie.” She said as she scratched behind his ear. 

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“This will be your last official Anamagi class till the end of the school year.” Professor McGonagall’s crisp Scottish accent rang through the room as she looked at the nine students who made up the class. “Your N.E.W.T.s score will be determined by two things. The first will be if you were able to complete the transition, while the second will be determined by how many attempts it takes you to achieve the transition. We will go over the steps one final time.”

And that is how their last class progressed. The first step required them to place a single mandrake leaf in their mouth from one full moon to another. They had to be cautious not to swallow or discard the leaf from their mouth at any time, or otherwise, they had to begin again and place a new leaf in their mouths. The moon cycle just so happened to light up perfectly with their class, and they would be able to start that very night. 

It would be at least a month before they would be able to move on to the other steps. Hermione was excited to go through the process and to see what she would be. What would all of her friends would be like. The excitement was contagious as Ginny and Harry shared in while the Slytherins sat there, masking their own. 

The three had also been spending time helping their respective Slytherins master their Patronus charms. It took work as the four of them didn’t have the best memories. In the end, the trick for the four to produce suitable happy memories was for them to focus on the happiness they would gain in the future. 

Draco focused on the family he would make with Hermione. Of the children they would have one day. Of the way she would look in her wedding dress as they bound their souls to one another. Of the emotions she sparked when she looked at him with that smile that was reserved for him alone. 

Theo focused on the way Harry made him feel. Of the elation that filled his heart when Harry allowed him to be close. The way Harry made his heart beat faster with the way he pushed his glasses up. Even the frustration that would fill Harry’s face when Theo did something particularly chaotic that would eventually cause the group trouble. 

Pansy focused on what she wanted her life to be now that she was free of her parents’ expectations. The freedom she had to not be perfect at all times. To make mistakes and fall for a man who could be a bumbling idiot sometimes, but was so brave and loving. 

Blaise focused on the love and acceptance Luna and Ginny showered him with daily. Even when he was aloof and distant. The support they gave him and the secret smiles they pulled out of him. 

It was in teaching the four of them that Hermione saw recognition in Harry’s eyes. He loved teaching. It hit him like a sledgehammer one night when he was sitting with his sister. “Hermione, I think I want to be a professor. I don’t know if being an Auror fits anymore.”

“Harry, it never fit. With the childhood we had, fighting against an institution that could be corrupted so easily, it never fit. I know you wanted to be an Auror because of your dad, but it’s time you made choices for yourself. Not others. And on that note, just because I am upset with Theo doesn’t mean you need to put your relationship on hold. I love you both dearly, and I know you love him. Stop pushing him away.” Hermione took her brother’s hand and gave it a soft squeeze.

As the two looked at one another, Harry let out a soft sigh while his shoulders slumped. She had seen the two of them dancing around each other while Harry was working with Theo. The way Harry would light up when the two sat in the corner of the common room. 

“But,” Harry started to say before Hermione cut him off. 

“I can fight my own battles, Harry. Stop trying to act like an overprotective brother. Sirius is overprotective enough for both of us. I want you to be happy, and I know you can be happy with Theo. He needs someone who can be serious in his life, and you need someone to bring chaos into yours. It’s okay for you to be with him, Harry. I want you both to be happy.” 

That night, when the two split to pack the essentials for the trip to Romania, Hermione ended up getting lost in her father’s Grimoire once again. A smile pulled at her lips as she read about her father’s experience of becoming an Animagus. Even though she had read this part of his Grimoire, she had never seen this entry. Almost like the magic that had kept it concealed had worn off. 

1st of September 1989

Hiding the process from everyone has become rather complicated. I wish I didn’t have to hide the fact that I was choosing to become an Animagius from everyone in my life, but it was needed. I know in the future Aerie will understand, and so will Sirius. Dumbledore was right. The order needed spies within Voldemort’s ranks, and what better way to spy than to become an Animagius. I just hope I’m not something obvious like Sirius or worse, James. Having a massive black dog or a stag slinking around Riddle Manor would be a dead giveaway. 

Everything I’m doing is to protect Aerie and our child. Our little girl will be with us soon. We have spent hours arguing about names. I, of course, want a constellation. It is tradition, and if I’m honest, I want her to have that connection to my family. To our past. To the ancestral magic that will flow through her veins. She will need that protection if Voldemort ever finds out about her. She will be the culmination of two of the most powerful bloodlines within Wizarding Britain. Part Black. Part Gaunt. She isn’t even born yet, and the weight of this war is already placed on her tiny little shoulders. 

I will do everything to keep her far away from this war, even if I have to hide Aerie and her away. Even if I cannot know where they are. Dumbledore said I would have to gain Voldemort’s favor for everything to work. Being skilled in Occlumency will only get me so far if Voldemort decides to force his way into my mind. I have even talked to Aerie about having her and our daughter obliviated from my mind to keep them safe. The memories could be saved before they were erased from my mind, but she insists it’s only a last resort. You can save a memory, but the emotion that causes the memory to be precious would be destroyed if I were obliviated.

I have to trust Dumbledore to keep them safe. I have to trust him to keep them. To protect what is most precious to me and to ensure my daughter grows into the brilliant witch she is meant to be, even if I am not there to witness it.

She’s almost due. We really should come to an agreement on names. I want Cassiopeia, and Aerie wants Hermione. Maybe Aerie is right on this one. Hermione would make a beautiful first name, and her middle name can be Cassiopeia. My little star will be the best of both of us. I know it. 

Lying back on her bed, she looked up at the heavy, off-white canopy. He had been so worried about her. Maybe his worry was more of a premonition. He had been taken from her at such a young age. As her mother had. Sometimes she struggled to remember what they looked like without looking at old pictures of them. Even as she lay back on her bed with Crookshanks lying against her, giving her soft little headbutts as tears filled her eyes, she couldn’t help but wonder what her life would have been like if she had grown up with them still in her life. 

Sirius did his best to fill the void their absence left, but nothing could compare to their presence. Softly, her voice rasped from her lips, “I miss them so much, Crooksie. Merlin, I miss them. I hate Dumbledore so much for taking them from me. If he were still alive, I would Avada him myself.” Slowly, she cried herself to sleep with her arms wrapped around her cat. Holding him tightly as her tears dried on her cheeks and the Grimiore was left open. 

In the morning when she woke, the Grimiore was opened to a new page. With one sentence in her father’s elegant handwriting. “I miss you, too, little blossom.

Her eyes looked at the page, confused. The new entries had never been a direct response to her feelings before. They had always been useful information based on fact instead of emotion. Spells, charms, and potions that were needed. Even information on the movements of Voldemort’s Death Eaters that would later be confirmed by the Order. But the handwriting was unmistakable. The swirling loops and elegant lines. Her fingers traced the letters before she pulled a fresh piece of parchment and one of her Muggle ink pens. 

Uncle Siri, 

You and Cissa know more about the archived Grimiores than anyone still alive. I need you to research if there have ever been entries added by the owner after their demise. There have been new entries added to Father Grimiore for years, but before, I never put much thought into it. The entries always held information I needed at the time, but with the fact that there is no death date, and what my mother said during Samhain, I can’t help but think he’s communicating with me somehow through the Grimoire. I don’t know how, but can you please check the archives if it has ever happened before? We can discuss more when I return home for the holidays. 

Also, we started the process of becoming an Animagai. How did you deal with the taste of the leaf? It is positively awful! Having to deal with this for a month will be torture. 

HCB

With her beaded bag filled with everything Hermione could need during her week away, dangling from her wrist, she looked at Kretcher as he stood in front of Hermione. “Thank you for agreeing to care for Crookshanks again, Kretcher. I will only be gone, and you already know the foods he likes and treats. If at all possible, please ensure he stays on school grounds. Dolohov has been sighted near school grounds, and I would be very upset if something happened to Crookshanks.” 

“Kretcher lives to serve the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.” He said with a slight bow, causing Hermione to sigh. She knew she could always trust Kretcher with Crookshanks. Unlike Sirius, Harry, or herself, Kretcher actually liked the cat. The house elf treated him like he was the most noble and precious creature ever to exist. 

“Thank you. Oh, and please give this letter to my uncle when you return to Grimmauld Place. There is no rush.” With the elf in possession of her cat and the letter she wrote that morning, Hermione finally felt like she could release the tension that had taken place within her shoulders and by the time she made it to the hut that once belonged to Hagrid the rest of the students that made up the care of magical creatures class had already made it. 

“With moments to spare, Hermione,” Charlie said with a roguish grin as he looked at her. Quickly, she ran to her group and placed her hand on the old boot that served as her group’s portkey. She had seconds before it started to glow, and she felt that oh so familiar tug behind her navel as she was whisked away 3000 km from Scotland to Romania. 

When her feet touched the ground, she looked around in awe as she felt the magic pulse under her feet and across her skin. It was everywhere to the point it was almost intoxicating. 

“Welcome to the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary. Be careful and remain with the dragon tamers and researchers you are paired with. McGonegall will have my head if I bring one of you back in pieces!” Charlie’s voice rang out. The thirteen students were divided into groups of six groups, each group was assigned to one tamer and one researcher to get the full experience. “Hermione, Harry, and Ginny will be with me and researcher Martin.” 

Hermione looked at a man who just might be the tallest and lankiest man she had ever seen, who wasn’t part giant. And honestly, she wasn’t sure if he wasn’t part giant. With his curly blonde hair that fell around his shoulders and round glasses that looked in worse condition than Harry tended to keep his, she couldn’t help but like him already. And there was the way he looked at Charlie as if he were the most handsome man in the world. Very few people knew Charlie preferred men. The man was so obsessed with dragons that there was very little room in his life for anything else. Yet it looked like maybe he should make room for someone. 

Breaking off into their groups, Hermione moved so she was walking beside Charlie. Ignoring the feeling of Draco’s piercing stare as he watched her head out onto the reserve. “So Charlie,” She said in a singsong way as she looked over at him. 

“Oh no, I know that tone, Hermione. Stop medaling.” As his blue eyes moved to look at her out of the corner of his eyes, she did nothing but smile up at him. 

“He’s cute. And he loves dragons. Please tell me something is going on.” Hemione kept her voice light and low so the others wouldn’t hear, but she knew her voice was almost to that high pitch it got when she was truly excited about something. 

“There were a few moments before I left for home, but it’s nothing, Hermione. Truly, just drop it. Besides, I might have gone on a few dates with Alexander. Nothing complicated.”

“Okay, I get it, Professor Van Droombeeld is hot, but I honestly cannot see the two of you together. But the dorky dragon researcher who looks like he wants you more than he wants to study dragons? That is the man you belong with.” She bumped her shoulder into his arm and smirked. “I would listen to me if I were you. While my romantic life is beyond complicated, I can spot an amazing relationship a mile away. Don’t be like Siri and Rodolphus, who have been dancing around each other for 10 years without actually being together.” 

“Since when have you turned into such a romantic? I miss the girl who was so focused on keeping her relationship a secret that she didn’t have the time to meddle in mine.” 

“That girl had her relationship outed to the entirety of Wizarding Britain by your idiot of a brother. Besides, we have so much more to talk about later when it comes to my relationship.” A pout formed on her lips as she looked up at him, causing his laugh to ring out through the air. 

“Ahh, there is my Hermione.” Charlie draped his arm around her shoulders as they walked. “Its been a long time since you have bitched about Malfoy to me. I’m still honored I was the only one who knew about the two of you.” 

“You were the only one who could keep a secret. Though he is insanely jealous anytime I spend time with you.” 

“So you haven’t told him you’re not my type yet?” He stopped them as he turned to look down at her. 

“Nope.” She said, popping the p. “He deserves to stew in his jealousy for what he has put me through. Besides, I know I will spend the rest of my life with him even if he is a possessive arse.” 

 Their conversation came to a hush as they ventured further into the reserve. The feel of the magic that surrounded the forest. Even when she bent down and ran her fingers through the grass, she could feel it pulse under her hand, much like the ground in the Forbidden Forest or at Blackmere. It brought a smile to her lips to feel it. 

Magic was intrinsic to a witch. Wizards had a habit of getting most of the recognition, but they were just louder about it. Witches had a deeper connection to the magic. When she was a kid, her mother would take her to all of the sacred locations in Europe. The trips were just the two of them. Teaching her the ancient magic that most families had forgotten. The Gaunts might have lost their fortune, but they never lost their connection to the old ways. Her mother taught her how to find and feel her magical core. How it would eb and flow with ancestral magic. 

Glastonbury Tor was where she had her first bout of accidental magic. She kneeled on the hill overlooking the horizon as the sun set. It was the day after her fifth birthday, and she was so angry that she had to leave Draco and Harry at home. Even as she traced the runes her mother had been teaching her, the anger flowed from her fingers and into the earth. As if the magic imbued within the hill knew what she needed most. 

Her favorite stuffed animal was a dragon enchanted to fly and breathe fire when she wanted. Unfortunately, the intuitive magic within the enchanted dragon reacted off of her will. Her wrathful temper got away from her. Even for a five-year-old, her temper had always been on the extreme end. The perfect replica of an Ironbelly had been flying around her in a perfect little circle till her temper grew too much and she cried, “I want Harry and Draco!” At that moment, her dragon started to set fire to everything its little fluffy body could touch. 

Normally, the flames it breathed wouldn’t be enough to light a candle, but with her anger, it flew out of control. The magic within Glastonbury Tor quickly extinguished the flames and bathed Hermione in calming magic. It was one of the most pivotal moments in her life. Even now, when she goes to places steeped with ancient magic, she still remembers that moment. 

She can see the recognition in Charlie’s eyes as he looks at her. He had once told her about the magic that flowed through the land from the dragons that called it home. Each clutch that hatched renewed the magic and added to it. Standing, she made her way to where the group was waiting for her. 

“I want to show you something special. You and Harry will love this.” Charlie said before he pushed his way through some of the brush till they came to a clearing that was filled with lush grass and plenty of sunlight. In the center lay a dragon Hermione knew. 

“Oh, she looks so much better,” Hermione said as she crouched between Harry and Charlie. Where the Ukrainian Ironbelly once looked gaunt and sickly, she now has muscle to her. The chains that once cut into her flesh were gone and scarred over. 

“She’s due to have her first clutch any day now. She gets around fantastically for a blind dragon, but she loves this clearing.” Martin said softly as he looked out at the dragon. 

“It’s the sun. She was starved of light for so many years while she was trapped in Gringotts. Poor thing was skin and bones when we escaped. She immediately went for the sun once we blew a hole in the roof of the vaults. Thank you, Charlie, for getting her here after.” She felt her brother take her hand and give it a soft squeeze. 

“If it weren’t for the scars and her eyes, I wouldn’t recognize her,” Harry said with a smile.

“Wait till you see the Ironbelly she mated with. He’s massive.” An infectious smile spread on Martins face, and Hermione knew one day Charlie would come to his senses and snatch the man up. 

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The reserve was a wonderful experience for the students. Learning new aspects and information on dragons while getting to have hands-on experiences with them added more magic than anyone could ever understand. For Hermione and Harry, the highlight was getting to see the Ironbelly lay her first clutch of eggs. It brought tears to her eyes. The tender way, well tender for a dragon, her mate treated her when they were in their clearing. It made Hermione think of her own Dragon and what she would do with him once they returned to school. 

In truth, Hermione didn’t know what she would do with Draco. He was trying, in his own way, to be better for her. To gain her trust again. To be the man she deserved. Understanding what he had done and accepting it were two different things, and if she were honest with herself, most of her distrust was directed at Theo. The war left her with trust issues. Trust issues that made her doubt herself so often led her to wonder if she had ever made any right decisions in her life. 

Sitting on the lookout of the astronomy tower, Hermione looked at the night sky. At the constellations in the sky, she wondered what her life would have been like if the war had never happened. If Voldemort never came back, and she was able to be with Draco out in the open without the fear of a maniacal madman hunting them down and killing them. Her finger absently traced the swirling pattern on her palm. It became a happen not long after the mark appeared on her skin. 

It must have been midnight by the time Draco appeared behind her. When they arrived back at Hogwarts, she could see the ire in his eyes. The jealousy that had always led to an argument between the two in the past. In a way, it was endearing that he was so scared of losing her to someone else. That he thought she would ever truly leave him for someone else when he owned her heart and soul. When they were apart, she felt incomplete. During the war, it caused her physical pain to be without him every day. 

Before the war, she hadn’t had the time to do research into soul bonds, but after she found out what Draco and Theo had done, she did. Maybe that was why it was becoming so difficult to truly find it in herself to forgive him. She knew what would happen if either of them were to die. 

“Hermione.” Draco gritted out as she continued to ignore his existence behind her. 

With a sigh, she finally looked over her shoulder at him, “Draco, I don’t want to fight tonight. I don’t have the energy.” 

“But you have the energy to fawn all over Charlie Weasley like a love-sick girl? I’m your soul mate, and you will barely look at me! I love you, Hermione! You are mine and I’m yours. Please just talk to me!” His voice broke at the end as desperation filled his eyes. It was enough to make her heart break all over again. Seeing him hurting only made everything worse. 

Standing, she made her way over to him and looked into his eyes. “I’m hurt, Draco. I love you with all my heart, and I know we will spend the rest of our lives together, but I’m still hurt. I don’t want anyone but you! I haven’t had anyone but you, and if you died, I would never have been able to move on with someone else.” Tears were starting to fill her eyes as she looked into his. In a way, they needed to have this argument. They needed to get it out of their system so they could move forward, but she had been avoiding it for so long. Avoiding admitting what she now knew. 

“You would have felt our bond snap if I had died. You would have been in unimaginable pain and would have felt like your soul was being torn from your very core.” Her fingers pressed into her sternum as she looked at him. “A true and complete soul bond makes it so we can feel the other’s pain the longer we are apart. We can always feel each other in our cores because they are connected. When one dies, it will feel like you are dying with them. That’s why it’s hard for me to move past this. I have tried to put it behind me. Tried to forgive you, but it hurts Draco. It is agony knowing you would move on with your life if I died, when I know I wouldn’t even be able to breathe if you were dead.” 

He looked stunned at her. His fingers itching to reach out and touch her, but he hesitated, now knowing if she would be receptive to him trying to comfort her. Slowly, he reached out and wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs before pulling her into his arms. Holding her tight as he rested his chin on the top of her head. “Hermione, I was numb at the thought of you being dead. I was uncaring of anything around me. All I wanted to do was die and follow you into the afterlife. Even getting hit with a Cruciatus didn’t hurt when Voldemort hit me over and over again after the three of you escaped. My world was dead and gray without you in it. I know it’s no excuse. I chose to do what I did, and I continued even after I knew you were alive because I knew I didn’t deserve you. I knew the world would be better off without me in it.” 

He kissed the crown of her head and held her tighter as she buried her face in his chest. “I was broken and self-destructive. Drowning my sorrow and shame in whiskey while making every mad decision I could have.” Taking a deep breath, he decided to admit something he hadn’t told anyone else. “During the war, even before you were tortured at the manor, I was dosing myself with dreamless sleep nightly. Without it, I couldn’t sleep, and during the day, I was taking ether just to function.” 

As he spoke, she pulled away and looked up at him with wide eyes. It was common knowledge that dreamless sleep was addictive if taken long term, but it was the fact that he was taking ether that shocked her most of all. Ether was a potion that closely resembled the Muggle drug MDMA. Unfortunately, ether was ten times more addictive and could lead to damage to someone’s magical core when taken over a long period. 

“Draco,” She said softly as she reached up and cupped his cheek. 

“It’s no excuse for my actions. I used to, so I could feel something, anything, with you gone. It’s why I stayed away for so long after my trial. Hell, if my mother hadn’t intervened and planned that tea, I probably would have continued to isolate myself from you till I was forced to come back to school. The recovery process was,” he paused as she looked out at the night sky, “Difficult, and I still have cravings for it. It’s easier with you around, but I know I will never deserve you.” 

Hermione reached up and cupped his cheek before making him look at her. Slowly, she raised to stand on her tip toes as she angled his face down to her. Lips brushing against each other as a soft whimper escaped her lips, “We are supposed to be partners in everything. Lean on me. Trust me with what is going on in your head. We have so much to fix, but we need to work together to fix it.” 

Their lips pressed together in a tender but desperate kiss as he held her tightly to his chest. “I love you so much, Hermione.” He murmured when they finally pulled apart and looked into each other’s eyes. 

“I love you, too, Draco. With all of my heart.” 

It wasn’t long after their tender moments that they heard feet on the stairs that led up to the lookout. “That is probably Harry looking for me.” She said with a sigh as she rested her forehead on his chest. “It’s getting late.” 

As they pulled apart, the two turned to see who was coming up the stairs, only to freeze when they caught a mop of ginger hair instead of black. “Well, look what we have here.” Ron sneered as he looked at the couple. “A disgraced golden girl with her pet Death Eater. I thought I would find you up here.” 

“Ron, leave us alone. It’s late, and I do not have the energy to deal with you right now.” Hermione said as Draco moved to stand in front of her protectively. His hand rested on his wand. 

Ron ignored her while his eyes focused on Draco. “You are the worst thing to ever happen to her. She was so good. She was supposed to be mine, yet you had to interfere and taint her with your darkness. Harry should have killed you when he had the chance, but I won’t make the same mistake he did.” 

“She was never your’s Weaselbee,” Draco said with a sneer. “She was always my witch from the day we met. In every life, she will always be mine.” Draco pulled his wand and held it as his eyes narrowed on Ron. 

Hermione watched as the two of them dueled. Her hand came to her wand. It wasn’t till she saw a white wisp gathering at the tip of Ron’s wand that she acted in panic rather than logic. “Sectumsempra” Left Ron’s lips as Hermione pushed Draco out of the way. His shield was a second too late as a gasp escaped Hermione’s lips. Eyes widening as she felt the searing pain slash across her throat and chest. 

Before her body could fall to the ground, Draco caught her. His hand moved to her throat to stanch the blood. Her eyes clouded over as her lips moved, trying to form the words ‘I love you’ before they closed, and her world went black. 

Everything moved in slow motion for Draco as he grabbed his dropped wand. His hand was trembling as he performed the counter curse, trying to save her life. He didn’t even notice when there were thundering steps to the lookout or when people surrounded him, trying to save her life. All he could do was continue to perform the counter spell and watch as the blood started to slow and the wound knitted back together. 

It wasn’t till Harry was pulling Draco away from Hermione that he realized Madam Pomfrey was at Hermione's side, tending to what was left of her wounds and pouring potions down her throat to save her. Tears were running down his cheeks as Harry told him repeatedly that she would be okay. That Madam Pomfrey would finish saving her. Watched as she was raised onto a stretcher and transported to the hospital wing. 

“Mr.Malfoy,” Headmistress McGonagall said in the same tone she used when she was commanding a class and demanded everyone’s attention, “What happened?” 

It took him minutes to collect himself as he looked at Hermione's blood that stained the ground. “We were talking and working through our problems,” he started as he looked down at his blood-stained hands, “And Weasley came up and confronted us. Confronted me. When he started to throw curses at me, I dueled him back. She was out of the way, but she must have seen the curse before I did and pushed me out of the way. He…he tried to hit me with a Sectumsempra. He tried to kill me and almost killed her in the process.” 

Everyone froze as the spell was named. While Dark Magic was discussed and to an extent taught at Hogwarts, it was not to be used against other students. “We will need to collect your memories of the attack for the report. Please go to the infirmary to be checked on.” 

“Cousin.” He heard before his eyes moved to look at his elder cousin, Tonks. She was an Auror. The thought processed through his mind. “Hermione will be fine. She will have a few more scars, but she will be fine. Now I need you to come back to your senses. She will need you, and you having a panic attack will not help.” 

Her words were logical, and that helped pull him out of his shame spiral. Helped stop the thoughts that he almost got the woman he loved killed and that he almost lost her for good. 

“She needs me. I need to be there for her when she wakes up.” Draco said as Harry finally let him go. 

With the blood loss and damage from the curse, Hermione was asleep for days. Draco only leaves her side to attend class so she would have notes for what she missed. It would have been her only complaint. Missing class and the useless notes that any of their other friends would have created. 

It was a Wednesday when she woke up. Groggy with Crookshanks lying on her chest. His yellow eyes focused on something at the end of her bed while he growled. As her eyes followed her cats, she saw Ron standing there with guilt in his eyes. “What are you doing here?” She said while her hand reached for her wand. Once he was one of her best friends, but he had changed since the war. He was no longer the goofy boy she met on the train when they were. He had become someone filled with hate. 

“I’m so sorry, Hermione. I never meant to hurt you. I was aiming for him. Tried to get him out of our lives so everything could go back to the way it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be you and me. Ginny and Harry.” He pleaded as he looked into her eyes. 

As he moved closer, Crookshanks rose ready to strike. His growl deepened as he glared at the ginger, but Ron paid the cat no mind and continued to advance. “Please just see reason, Hermione. They are everything wrong with our world. He is a Death Eater, Hermione. He tried to kill Dumbledore. He almost killed me in the process.” 

“I’m happy Dumbledore is dead!” She growled at him. “He’s the reason I grew up without my parents! He gave the order for my mother to be killed, and he had my father taken from me. If he were still alive, I would kill him myself!” 

Ron reached for her. “You don’t mean that! He had his reasons, Hermione. He knew they needed to go for the greater good.” 

His words sank into her mind as she looked at him. “You know something.” She said softly. 

“Just what my mum told me. But I can’t tell you. You’re not supposed to know. I was never supposed to say anything to you.” The closer he got, the more Crookshanks bowed up till he was within striking distance, and the cat launched himself off of Hermione and sank his razor-sharp claws into Ron's face, causing the ginger to scream. 

It was the scream that got Pomfrey’s attention. As she was running from her office to see the commotion, Hermione watched as her cat gouged into Ron's face. One of his claws caught his eye before the cat let him go and jumped back onto Hermione’s bed, where he crouched over Hermione productively again. 

“That fucking cat!” Ron yelled as he clutched his face.