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An interesting fact about the significance of the roses that Scorpius gives to Hermione. Six roses signify a need to be loved or cherished. White roses signify happy love. Pink roses signify joy and admiration. |
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Gratuitous sex scene ahead! Enjoy! |
Finding Hermione |
By: eBookDragon |
Confronting a Weasel |
Draco woke with a pervasive sense of dread. He had no problems going to confront Weasley about his actions. He could even admit to looking forward to it. He had a few things he wanted to say to Weasley before he was locked away for good, a few choice words for Weasley to ruminate on for the rest of his life. |
The part he dreaded was letting his soulmate anywhere near the man that tried to attack her. Harry had assured him repeatedly that he wouldn't let any harm come to Hermione and himself during the confrontation. Draco had insisted that Harry run him through every security measure he'd put in place for the encounter. |
He'd allowed Harry to make the necessary arrangements. Partly because Harry had the skillset required for ensuring the safety of others. The wizard wasn't the youngest Head Auror in the history of the Ministry of Magic just because of his famous name. The other part was because Draco knew it was Harry's way of attempting to assuage his guilt for Weasley's attack. Draco thought that it would be a long time before Harry was able to move past the things Weasley had done to Hermione and Minerva. |
His mate stirred against his side. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, her warm breath tickling along his collarbones. She had an arm and leg thrown possessively over him. He could tell that she was fighting against waking up. |
He ran his fingers through her curls. He trusted that she would be safe from harm. What toll would Weasley's words have on her though? How much more harm could Weasley inflict on Draco's family? He worried the stress of the confrontation would cause her to lose the babies. |
"I can hear you fretting from here," Hermione murmured into his neck. |
"I wish you didn't need to do this," he answered. |
"I know," she said quietly, "I won't put myself at risk, but I need to know why he attacked us." |
"I could always ask him whatever you wanted and then share my memories with you," he offered, knowing full well that she wouldn't go for it. |
She propped herself up on his chest, looking indignant. "Did you expect me to go along with you on that?" she asked seriously. |
"No," he answered glumly. |
"Stop worrying," she chided, "Harry's going to have him trussed up like a Christmas goose." |
"I know," Draco allowed, "but words can hurt just as badly as a curse." |
"He doesn't have the power to hurt us anymore," Hermione said, kissing his chest along the scar Weasley left, "We're going to find out why he did what he did. Then we're going to give him something to think about while he rots in jail." |
He flipped her onto her back and loomed over her. "What devious things is my lioness going to tell the Weasel to torment him during his lonely years in prison?" |
She wriggled against him. Her soft hands teased featherlight caresses down his chest and across the planes of his stomach. "I thought maybe you could help me with that," she purred as she grasped his length in her hand. |
"Are you trying to distract me," he groaned, "or get me to think of ways to destroy Weasley?" |
"Both," she answered with a sigh as he leaned down to kiss her neck. "Hmmm...feels good," she crooned when he bit lightly on the side of her neck. She started rubbing the head of his cock across her lower lips, coating him with her juices. He surged inside when she positioned him at her entrance. |
"This is what I'm going to think about while we confront him," he said, starting to thrust and withdraw slowly, "That I get to make love to you every day." Her channel grasped him as he plunged inside, drawing him deeper into her welcoming heat. He dipped his head down to taste her lips. |
"I'll be thinking about how my cum is going to be dripping down your thighs." |
"Why in the world would you be thinking that?" she panted, arching up into him. |
"It's going to be the only thing keeping me from killing him," Draco said, thrusting hard into her, "The only way I'm going to be able to be calm enough for you to do this is to think about how wonderful my life is because he fucked up. In probably the crudest way possible." |
"There are times that I like it when you act like a caveman," she moaned, "Tell me what you're going to think about that's going to keep you calm." |
Draco obliged her by letting the caveman loose. He pounded hard into her. The primal part of him urged him to mark his claim on her. "You're my witch. My children are growing in your womb. The mark of my family is on your wrist. My cum will run down your thighs, and every male will know that you're mine." |
Her muscles were tensing around him. She arched under him, mewling in pleasure. She shattered around him, crying out loudly. Her wet, hot pussy squeezed his cock, and he groaned. She was so sensitive after she came that she jumped and cried out as he continued to thrust into her. The sharp spasms of her cunt sent him over the edge. His eyes rolled back in his head as he came until he could feel their mingled juices dripping around him. |
He collapsed in an exhausted heap onto her. Her arms came up around him, and she ran her nails up and down his back. He found the scratch of her nails oddly relaxing and hummed in contentment. He turned his head to kiss her passionately. |
He moved to roll off her, but she held him in place by throwing her leg over his hip. He propped himself up on her arm and continued to kiss her. She moaned against his mouth and started undulating her hips. His softened cock responded immediately to her undulations. |
"Again?" he asked, a little astounded. |
"You did say you wanted me dripping," she responded, capturing his lips again. He growled against her mouth and set about claiming his mate. |
By the time they wandered downstairs for breakfast, she had jelly legs and a delicious smirk on her face. She sank gratefully into her chair and asked him to fix her a bowl of oatmeal. She kissed Rose on the forehead in greeting. |
"Mummy, we're going to be late for school," Rose informed them as she finished the last bites of her breakfast. |
Draco checked the time, and sure enough, Rose had to be at school in fifteen minutes. "I'll take you when it's time," Draco said. |
"Since you're already dressed and finished eating, go wash your face and brush your teeth," Hermione said, then reached out and twirled a curl of her daughter's hair around her finger. "When you get done, bring a brush down, and I'll do your hair." |
"Can I have pigtails with green ribbons?" Rose asked as she hopped down from her chair. |
"Absolutely," Hermione answered. |
Rose skipped from the room, and the dining room door closed softly behind her. Hermione sighed as she took her first bite of oatmeal. |
"What is it?" Draco asked, looking over at her with concern. |
"I'll miss Minerva's red hair," she answered looking forlornly at her breakfast. |
Draco thought of Minerva's auburn locks and the way they'd fluttered in the breeze during their flight lessons. He also remembered how her hair had looked lying on the floor of her bathroom. "It was beautiful," he said solemnly. |
She wiped away a tear and shook herself. "I'm sure it will look just as beautiful blonde, and she'll be happier now," she said with a hard expression. |
"Imagine his expression when you tell him she's my daughter now," Draco said with a malicious gleam. He would look forward to watching Weasley's face as he realized Draco took one of his daughters from him. |
"Should we even tell him?" she asked, looking unsure. |
"It's up to you," Draco answered. |
Rose bounded back into the room brandishing a hairbrush in one hand and green ribbons in the other. Hermione turned her chair so that Rose could stand between her legs and face Draco while she did her hair. Draco ate his breakfast and watched Hermione and Rose with fascination. He was suddenly glad Scorpius was a boy as he watched Hermione brush Rose's curly hair, part it down the middle, pull each side up into a ponytail, and secure the pigtails with ribbons. She did it with the practiced ease of a mother of girls and made the whole procedure look deceptively easy. |
"How do I look, Daddy?" Rose asked Draco. |
"Like a princess," Draco answered. |
"Daddy, I'm supposed to look like a ballerina," Rose protested. |
Draco laughed at her exasperated tone, "How silly of me. How about a princess ballerina?" |
"It's time for school," Hermione interjected, turning Rose to kiss her on the nose, "and you look adorable. Be good and listen to your teacher." |
Draco got out of his chair and held his hand out for Rose. He dropped a kiss on Hermione's upturned lips as he passed by her chair. They took the Floo to school, and Rose ran off to play with her friends on the playground after giving him a smacking kiss on his cheek. Draco returned home to find Hermione still at the table smiling at a letter in her hand. |
He kissed her temple and sat down to finish his breakfast. "Who's the letter from?" he asked in curiosity. |
She handed the letter to him and said, "The children wrote to both of us." |
Draco took the letter and read through it. |
Dear Mum and Dad, |
(Scorpius) We decided to write one letter to save parchment and an owl. All is going well here. We are helping Minerva catch up on all her missed work. Peeves dumped mop water all over James when he got stuck on the trick step on the Grand Staircase and Professor McGonagall scolded him for walking around the school in wet robes and leaving puddles before she dried his robes for him. He got a cold because of it. |
(Minerva) James was stubborn and refused to let me teach him how to dry his robes off. He had to go to the infirmary and get a Pepper Up potion. I am doing fine; I'm sure you're wondering. I haven't had any nightmares. The Slytherins have all been very supportive. No one has given me any trouble about all the changes. |
(Scorpius) Of course, no one's given her trouble. The older Slytherins made such a big deal about her being the first Malfoy daughter in five centuries. She's practically treated like a princess. Drake has started calling her the Serpent Queen as a joke, not to her face of course. |
(Minerva) Mother, please apologize to Aunt Daphne and Uncle Theo. I'm going to strangle their son. Wait, if they're the Baby Snakes, does that make me their Queen? I think I could get used to that. |
(Scorpius) Oh, dear Merlin help us. |
(Minerva) Prayers won't help you, brother dear. I would like to request that my tiara be mailed to me so that I may appropriately reign over my loyal subjects. |
(Scorpius) She gets a tiara! If she gets a tiara, then I want the Malfoy torc. |
(Minerva) Scorpius is pouting because I told him Nana Cissa gave me three tiaras. |
(Scorpius) I'm not pouting. |
(Minerva) He's pouting. We have to go now. Scorpius has to take this to the Owlery before curfew, and I need to resume my studying before classes start tomorrow. Love you both! Send Rose our love. |
(Scorpius) Dad, I gave Florence her bracelet since I didn't feel like doing it during Christmas break and she loved it. She kissed me on the cheek, and she said she'd wear it every day. Love you, mum and dad. Give Rose and Tansy and Nana a hug from us. |
Minerva and Scorpius |
P.S. (Scorpius) Florence says Minerva is doing fine. She said she slept through the night without any nightmares. |
"Good Lord, what have we unleashed?" Draco said with a laugh and set the letter down. |
"I have a feeling letters to home are going to be much more interesting now," Hermione responded with a laugh, "Are you ready to head over to the Ministry?" |
"As ready as I'll ever be," Draco answered with a sigh and heaved himself up out of his chair. "Can we have a quiet day at home after this?" |
"Hopefully," Hermione answered. "I have a feeling I'm going to need a nap after this morning's activities and the upcoming confrontation." Hermione took his proffered hand and stood, smoothing down her black sheath dress and slipping back into her red pointy-toed pumps that Draco loved because they made her legs look fantastic. |
"We could stay here and take a nap," Draco offered, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. |
Hermione smacked his chest playfully and led the way out of the dining room and into the study. "Stop stalling. Let's get this over with." |
Their arrival into the atrium of the Ministry of Magic went unnoticed for roughly three seconds. Then a reporter called out their arrival loudly, and they found themselves swarmed by a dozen eager reporters all calling questions without waiting for any to be answered. |
"How are you recovering from your attack, Mr. Malfoy?" |
"What curse was used on you, Mr. Malfoy?" |
"Mrs. Granger, can you tell us if your husband attacked your lover in a fit of jealous rage?" |
"Mr. Malfoy, do you hold Mrs. Granger responsible for getting you injured?" |
"Mr. Malfoy, are you going to dump Mrs. Granger for someone without so much baggage?" |
Draco could feel himself starting to lose control. He itched to hex the reporters into oblivion now. Hermione reached up and touched his face, exposing her cuffed wrist with the Malfoy crest fully displayed to the on-looking reporters. Draco nuzzled slightly into her hand, breathed deeply, and put an arm around her waist. |
He turned them to face the reporters and Hermione rested her cuffed wrist on the lapel of his suit jacket. "Hermione and I thank you for your concern for our well-being and that of our family during this trying time." |
"All right. That's enough," Harry called, pushing through the crowd at the head of a group of Aurors. |
Harry greeted Hermione with a hug and a kiss on her cheek. He shook Draco's hand, somehow managing to look pleased to see them and determined to get this over with all at the same time. Draco noticed the bruised knuckles on Harry's hand and looked at him in question. Harry just shrugged a shoulder and turned to face the reporters. The flash of cameras captured the entire interaction. |
"Mr. Potter, how did it feel having to arrest your best friend for attacking his wife's lover?" a reporter called from the back of the group, the same reporter that asked about Draco dumping Hermione. Draco made a note of the man, short, balding, and paunchy. If he kept up his line of questioning, he would be out of a job before he could say Quidditch. |
"Let's go," Harry said tersely, ignoring the reporter. |
Harry led them to the bank of elevators. The elevator stopped several floors down on a level Draco had hoped never to see again. Draco shivered as he took in the black walls and chill, dank air of the Ministry dungeons. The echo of the shoes of the Aurors on the black marble floors brought back memories of the time he spent here awaiting his trial. |
Harry stopped before a large iron door and unlocked it with a tap of his wand. He opened the door and stepped into the room. Hermione and Draco followed Harry. Draco took in the white tiled walls and floor of the room, a stark contrast to the dark walls and floor of the hallway. The lighting overhead made the whole room glow. Weasley sat stiffly on a chair towards the back of the room. The chair looked similar to the one he'd been bound to during his trial. A clear wall separated the room in half with Weasley on one side and them on the other. A white sofa sat on their side of the wall, facing Weasley. |
In the corner of the room sat a witch he didn't expect to see here. Luna Lovegood sat behind a small writing desk with a stack of parchment and a purple Quick Quotes Quill, the kind the Ministry used for quickly taking statements, not the green ones that reporters used for embellishing stories. She had radishes dangling from her ears and a necklace of bottle caps around her neck over horrid puce green robes. |
Hermione noticed the strange witch as well and looked questioningly at Harry before greeting Luna. "Hello, Luna. We didn't expect to see you here today." |
"She volunteered to record the proceedings," Harry said by way of explanation, "We thought you'd prefer someone you know. Now, we are running late this morning, so let's get this over with." |
"I told you the Malfoys would be thirty minutes late," Luna said with a sigh. Draco was a little surprised to hear Hermione and himself referred to as "the Malfoys." |
"Yes, yes, male dominance and all that. I remember," Harry said impatiently, his ears turning a little red, "Let's get this over with." |
Hermione and Draco turned from Luna, who resumed her seat behind the table in the corner. They looked over at Weasley bound to a chair behind the glass partition. The last weeks had not been kind to the wizard that glared back at them. He had fresh bruises on his face like he'd been punched repeatedly recently and a scraggly growth of beard. His eyes though were what startled Draco the most. Hatred the likes of which Draco had never seen poured from his eyes at the occupants in the room. |
Draco drew Hermione to him protectively as they seated themselves on the sofa facing Weasley. Hermione placed her hands demurely in her lap and crossed her ankles. Draco sat on her right so that his wand hand was free to protect them if necessary. He wasn't making the same mistake twice. His left arm rested on her shoulders in a blatant display of protectiveness and possessiveness. |
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