And now, the conclusion!

No More Hate

But no matter how I try

I can't hate you anymore

"And they lived happily ever after," said a bored voice.

"That story was boring," muttered Darius.

"Well, it got your brother to sleep," said his father, pointing to Darien, who was sound asleep in his own bed. Draco smirked as his son pouted. Hermione had invited him over for dinner, and the boys had asked him to read them a bedtime story. He had picked the story of a brave knight, fighting to save a princess, but Darius hadn't liked it much. "It's time for you to get some sleep too."

"But I'm not sleepy," said the brunet child before he rubbed his eyes and yawned widely.

"But I am, and so is your mother. Now be a nice boy and close your eyes," said Draco, pulling up the boy's sheets towards his chin. He stood and faded the lamp light to near darkness, but enough for either of the twins to see in case they needed to use the restroom. He walked out of the room and towards the kitchen, where Hermione was putting away the clean dishes the muggle way.

"Are they asleep?" she asked, not stopping what she was doing.

"Darien, yes. Darius, almost. I don't think he liked the story I read to them, but he was almost nodding off either way. So… how have you been?" asked Draco as he stood next to her and watched her work.

"Fine. Just a little bit tired with the twins running all over the place and making a mess. You know me, I rather do things the muggle way most of the time," she said with a small smile.

"Have you started the plan for our wedding?" he asked with a smirk, leaning towards her to press a kiss to her cheek.

Hermione smiled and turned to him, making their lips meet in a chaste peck. "I have many ideas, but I can't seem to decide on where the ceremony should be."

Draco thought about it for a moment as his eyes swept over her sweet face, the light freckles over her nose, and the healthy rosy color to her cheeks. "Why don't we marry where our sons were conceived?" he asked seriously.

"In Venice?" Hermione asked, lips curling into a smile. She thought it over for a moment and then nodded. "That sounds wonderful. Of course, contrary to our first wedding, I want this to be friends and family only. Is that okay with you?"

"That's fine with me," replied Draco, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his body. He had missed holding her. She had always fit perfectly against him, and he had yearned for her warmth for many, many nights. "Have you found a date yet?"

Hermione nodded. "Do you think a month from now will do?"

Draco sighed and shook his head. "Personally I think it's too much time for us to wait, but I won't take away the chance for you to plan the wedding however you'd like. After all, when we married the first time, I remember you refused to participate."

"I barely even wanted to get into the dress on the wedding day," Hermione admitted. "But that was so long ago, and so much has happened. Draco… I'm still afraid that we may be rushing into things," she said, looking into his gray eyes.

"It's been a little more than six years since we married the first time. How can you say that we're rushing things? I understand your hesitance, but all this time has shown me that I need you and our sons in my life. I want to be the best man I can be for the three of you," said Draco before leaning forward to kiss her, nice and sweet.

Hermione smiled and nodded. "Will you participate in the preparations with me?"

"If it doesn't involve picking what flowers go with what and if the dress makes you look fat, I'll help you with anything that I can," he said with a chuckle.

"Deal," Hermione said brightly. "Now come on, I want you to pick out your suit," she said, pulling him along to her bedroom.

Draco held in an annoyed sigh and just followed her. Merlin, the things he did for this woman.

The following month was filled with preparations for Draco and Hermione's second wedding. The press had gone crazy at the news, but no one was talking about when or where it would be. There was a great cloud of mystery surrounding the ceremony, and the magazines and papers were willing to pay any amount to get at least a small piece of information on the upcoming wedding.

No one except the bride-to-be, the groom-to-be, friends, and family knew where the wedding would take place. Draco had managed to get a hold of one of the ancient villas in Venice and they would hold the ceremony and dinner there. What Hermione didn't know was that he had bought it for her and would give it to her officially on the day of their wedding. He had been thinking that maybe they needed a change of air for a few months, and he hoped that Hermione accepted his wish of staying in Venice for an indeterminate amount of time. It wouldn't be permanent, but he knew it would do the twins some good to be in a different country for some time.

He watched Hermione and the boys as they stopped and stared into the windows of every other shop in the central district. He had never had the patience to window-shop, but he saw now that Hermione and the twins had more than enough. He rolled his eyes when they passed a bookshop and his dear fiancée's eyes lit up as if it were Christmas.

"Mommy!" Whined both boys in perfect unison when she reached for the door.

Hermione rolled her eyes and shot all three a death glare, including Draco because he was giving her a smug look. "I just want to take a peek," she said to them.

"That peek will turn into hours and hours. We want to take a look around at other things," said Draco as he took her hand and pulled her along.

"Well, what did you have in mind?" she asked as she took Darien's hand in her free one.

"Can we go on one of those boats?" asked Darius.

"That's called a Gondola, sweetheart," Hermione said, correcting him almost automatically. She turned to Draco and smiled, remembering the ride they had enjoyed a few years ago, before things had really gone down the drain.

He returned her smile and nodded. "Let's go then, but you both need to sit still unless you want us all to fall into the water," said Draco to his sons.

As they boarded the Gondola, Hermione couldn't help but wonder if they wouldn't throw off the vessel's balance by sitting all together on one side. She was holding Darien in her arms, while Draco was holding Darius, and all together, they were enjoying the sunset.

"Look at that," said Draco with a grin.

Hermione looked up and smiled. They were coming up on the Bridge of Sighs, and the sun was setting. She had her true love with her, but in addition to him, she had the two most important beings in her life there as well. "Who wants to give mommy a kiss as we go under the bridge?" she asked her boys.

The twins moved into her arms and kissed her, not allowing Draco the chance to do so as well, the way the legend said. "Hey, what about me!" he asked as they kept traveling under the Bridge of Sighs. The boys jumped into his arms and kissed him too. Well, that hadn't been exactly what he had meant, but he supposed that it was okay. After all, what love was truer than a child and a parent's love?

"See, now we'll all be together forever," said Hermione as Draco wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. "Besides, we had our true love kiss under the bridge the last time we were here," she said as they left the Bridge of Sighs behind.

Draco just held her and his sons as best he could and smiled to himself. Though they had been separated for such a long time, they were back together again. He just hoped that the legend stayed true. He never wanted to be apart from his family ever again and he would give all that he could to make them happy. Besides, tomorrow they would be married again, and his life would be complete.

Hermione stared at the view from the bedroom she had been using to get ready for the wedding. She couldn't believe that the day had finally come. The past month had flown by with preparations for the wedding, and with Ginny, Pansy, and Narcissa's help, they had managed to get everything ready. Narcissa had taken the reigns of the preparations that day in order to give Hermione the time she needed to get ready. The only reason why Hermione was not flipping out was because she knew that Narcissa would keep everything in control and would know what to do if something went wrong.

The villa that Draco had managed to borrow was beautiful. It was a panoramic vision of trees, meadows and woods, and a distance away was the cannal. The grass was , and a distance away was the cannal. The grass was so green and fresh, and the sky was so blue. The day was absolutely perfect for the wedding. She was in her dress, a beige gown of smooth satin with a halter top and a low-cut back. The material of the dress glittered slightly and it fit her body almost like a second skin before flaring out and back from the knees down. Her hair had grown long and covered much of her back in bouncy curls, and on one side her hair was held up by a beautiful pin shaped like a dragonfly.

Ginny was sitting on the bed, playing with her little daughter, while Pansy had just left the room to make sure that the men were ready. "Come on sweetheart, let's go get your auntie Hermione so that she can finally get married," she said to the little girl. "Hermione? I think we should get you into your shoes so that we can go. We only have five more minutes," said Ginny.

Hermione turned to her and nodded. "I never thought I would see this day again. My second marriage to the same man," she said with a small laugh.

The red-head grinned. "I was beginning to wonder if you two would ever get your acts together," she said. "But it's good to see that you did. You look beautiful," said Ginny, hugging her with one arm.

"Thank you," Hermione said with a blush. "How about you? When are you going to finnaly accept to be Mrs. Zabini?"

Ginny seemed to glow for a moment in complete happiness. "I already did!" she said with a girlish squeal, which Hermione echoed. "I didn't want to tell you until after the wedding, since this is your day, but I accepted. Look," she said, showing off the beautiful engagement ring.

"Congratulations," Hermione said, eyes tearing up.

Her friend smiled. "Don't start bawling, Hermione, or else I won't be able to stop either," she said before pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead. "You have to be happy on this day!"

"Oh, but I am happy!" Hermione exclaimed. "I just… I can't even describe how I feel right now. I have my sons, I have my health, and now I have the man that I love. What more could I ask for?" she asked brightly.

"How about to not be late to your own wedding?" asked Harry from her doorway. He and Ron stepped into the room and wolf-whistled when they saw her in her wedding dress. "You look beautiful, Mione!" he said, kissing her on her cheek.

"Yes you do," said Ron, kissing the other side of her face. "Are you ready to go? I think we're already a few minutes late," he said.

Hermione nodded and grabbed a bouquet of red roses mixed with tiny white flowers. "Did you check in on my boys?" she asked Harry.

He nodded. "They're already in their seats. They're happy that they didn't have to be in the wedding."

"I know. Draco and I decided that since they had participated in your wedding, they could get a break from ours. They didn't really fancy the idea of wearing those 'penguin suits' again," Hermione replied with a small laugh.

As they walked out and towards the back doors of the huge villa, Hermione spotted the dinner table and was glad that it was all set for their guests and for after the wedding. She could caught a scent of food from the kitchen and was amazed at how wonderful everything smelled. As they approached the back doors, Hermione's eyes landed on where the ceremony would take place.

Though the lands were massive and filled with green grass, and trees, Narcissa had brought in cherry blossom trees to surround the guest chairs and where she and Draco would be standing. There were various stone pillars in parallel lines, and from the pillars, white curtains were hanging, billowing gently with the breeze. The guests were already seated in white chairs and they were surrounded with petals falling from the cherry blossom trees. Everything looked beautiful, but her eyes were riveted to Draco, who was standing at the very end of it all.

He looked so handsome in a black, tailored suit. His shirt and tie matched the color of her dress, and he had just trimmed his hair slightly shorter than she had ever seen it. He looked even more handsome than she had ever remembered seeing him. Her heart felt as if it were ready to jump out of her chest. She wasn't nervous, but she was just about ready to explode from pure happiness.

Harry gave her arm a squeeze and wrapped it around his own. He would be the one to give her away, while Ron would be her witness, and Pansy would be Draco's. Blaise would hold the rings for Draco, since he was his best friend. They would walk together down the isle first, followed Ron and Pansy, then Lucius and Narcissa, Hermione's mother and Fred and George Weasley—who had volunteered to walk her down the isle, and then Harry and Hermione would follow. Molly and Arthur Weasley were watching over the children. Hermione and Draco had agreed in inviting a few more people, and they consisted of Neville, Parvati, Padma, the other two Weasley brothers, and Fleur, Crabbe, Goyle, and Millicent.

As a beautiful classical wedding march began, Hermione smiled and looked at Harry as he returned it. He was so happy for her that he couldn't even express it. His best friend was finally getting the happiness she deserved. She had waited so long, and suffered so much, that she deserved all the happiness she could get. Judging by the look on her face now, she was almost overwhelmed by her own wedding. She really did look beautiful in her gown. He hoped with all his heart that Malfoy knew how to take advantage of the second chance that life was giving him to her make Hermione happy. He handed her over to Malfoy once they reached the end of the isle, and gave the other man a warning look that he understood perfectly. Don't hurt her or I'll hurt you.

Hermione kissed Harry's cheek and he squeezed her hand before walking away to sit next to his own wife. Draco turned Hermione to face him as the Minister began to give his speech of love, faithfulness, and their vows of loyalty. She wanted so much to pay attention to what was being said, but her eyes and attention were all for Draco, nothing else mattered in that moment.

"May I have the rings?" asked the Minister.

Blaise handed them over to Draco. Though they had discussed the idea to keep their old rings from their first marriage, Hermione had wanted to get something new, something that they could both pick together. Instead of throwing out their old rings, they had had them melded together to the new rings. Luckily, they were of the same silver, but the designs were completely different. As the man kept up his speech, Draco slipped the old and the new ring onto Hermione's finger, and then she did the same to him.

When the ceremony was finally over, and she was finally Hermione Malfoy once again, Draco kissed her passionately, mindful of those who were present and that his sons were sitting there on the front row as well. When they pulled away, there were various happy cheers and clapping and their friends and family approached to congratulate them.

Harry and Ron approached Draco as he watched Hermione being engulfed in many hugs. "I don't think we need to warn you to take good care of her, but we'll do it anyway," said Harry.

"Yeah, don't ever make her sad again unless you want to meet our fists again," said Ron, glaring at Draco slightly. "I may not love her that way anymore, but she's still the girl that I grew up with and I will defend her at any cost necessary."

Draco eyed them both and nodded. "Hermione is lucky to have you both," he muttered only loud enough for the three of them to hear. "You won't ever hear me say it again. Now, run along and threaten someone else," he said with a smirk.

The two ex-Gryffindors stared the ex-Slytherin down for a moment longer before they walked off to engulf Hermione into a tight hug. Draco looked down and smiled when he spotted Darius and Darien running towards him. "Poppa?" asked Darien.

"Yes, son?"

"Are you going to be living with us now?" asked the blond boy.

Draco nodded and picked up each boy in one arm. In a few months he wouldn't be able to handle them that way, since they were both getting bigger by the week. He was just happy that he had been present to see them growing up from the beginning. He would make fine men out of them if it was the last thing he did. "Your mother and I are married now, so we are all going to be living together." Both boys hugged him around the neck happily. "Say, how would you two like living in this house for a little bit?"

Darius nodded quickly, gray eyes wide. "Darien and me saw some squirrels in the front yard. Can we have some dogs?" he pleaded.

"I want a big dog!" said Darien, opening his arms wide.

Draco chuckled at his sons and nodded. "We'll see. First we need to talk to your mother about living here. Then we'll ask her if we can get some dogs. But remember that for a few days your mum and I are going to take a little vacation and you will be staying with your uncle Harry and Pansy, okay?"

The boys nodded and remembered the conversation both their mother and father had shared with them. Though they were barely at the age of three, both children had great memories and were able to understand better than most children their age. They also loved their uncle Harry and aunt Pansy very much, so it had been easier to convince them to stay with them.

"Come along boys," said Draco, motioning for his wife to take one of their sons in her arms. "It's time for dinner," he said as everyone began to walk into the villa.

Hermione smiled at her husband and felt a great sense of relief now that they were together again. She just hoped that she was able to make him happy the way he had promised to do for her. She wanted things to work out for the better, and knowing now that they had to have a child or at least conceive one before the two years were over, she knew they would do it. They had talked about spending a year together, without a new baby so that they could enjoy their marriage as much as possible. Besides, the older the twins, the better.

By the time the guests left and Harry and Pansy took the twins, it was nearly two in the morning in Venice time. Hermione was completely tired, but she knew that she couldn't just fall asleep on Draco, even though the bed was soft and beckoning her to just lie back from her propped up position and fall asleep. She watched Draco as he stepped into the master bedroom, which was different from the one she had used to change in. He pulled off his coat and tie, then began to unbutton his shirt as she watched silently.

"Did you have a good time?" he asked, pulling off his shoes and then his pants.

Hermione nodded and pulled off the pin holding her hair back. Her shoes were long gone, and all that remained was her dress. He crawled up the bed and settled next to her, reaching over to touch her gently. He slid a hand up her smooth back and leaned forward to kiss her. He had missed kissing her just as much as he had missed holding her, but that didn't matter now. She was finally there with him and his life was complete.

Her fingers slid through his short, silky hair and then moved down, dragging lightly over his neck and down his bare shoulders. His own hands moved to slide down the zipper of her dress low on her bum and then he helped her slide out of the gown, letting it drop carelessly to the floor as they wrapped up in each others arms.

Her skin was like silk under his finger tips and every noise that fell from her lips at his touch made his nerves stand on end. He had always thought that no woman would ever change him, but he had been proved wrong time and time again by the same person. He had been a selfish pig when he had forced her to marry him the first time, but she had taught him that the world didn't revolve around him. He had learned to listen and to think before acting impulsively. He had learned to care for her and his sons above himself. He liked to think that he had become a better man thanks to her.

Though they had both been at fault for the end of their first marriage, they had accepted it and had moved on. They had forgiven each other, and now they were married once again. Draco was distracted by the feel of her lips on a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. From that moment on, he took his time in memorizing her body all over again. He didn't want to rush anything after not having her for more than three years, almost four.

Her kisses matched his in intensity and her touch was just as desperate as his by the time he made their bodies one. She strained against him sweetly, her hands running over his body and setting him on fire as their lips met again. Then they reached their release together, breathing fast, and shivering against each other. Draco pressed his forehead to hers and smirked in satisfaction. "I missed that."

Hermione managed a breathless laugh and nodded. "Me too."

"There was something that I was meaning to tell you," he said, moving to her side and wrapping her in his arms.

"What was that?" she asked, running her lips over his collarbone.

"I suppose we won't be getting any sleep tonight," he said in a husky tone. "But I wanted to ask you if you would be inclined to spend more time in your new home?"

Hermione stopped touching him and lifted her head to look him in the eyes. "What are you talking about? What new home?"

Draco motioned to the room they were in. "I bought this villa for you. We can use this as a vacation spot if you wish, but I wanted to know if you would be willing to spend a few months here, with the boys."

"You bought us a house? Well, more than a house, it's a Manor in its own right, but you really bought this place for us?" she asked with a happy smile.

He nodded and moved his head up to kiss her once more. "If you wish, we can get established her. We can have our future children here, raise our family here. But only if you wish to."

"Will you give me some time to think about it?" she asked before leaning forward to run her lips over his jaw.

"Of course. But what should we do while you think about it?" he asked, closing his eyes when she nuzzled his neck.

Hermione smiled to herself. "I can think of a few things," she whispered before kissing him again.

1 year and 5 months later……

Hermione wrapped the thick shawl Molly Weasley had knitted for her as her most recent Christmas present and enjoyed the sight of the city from the second floor terrace. She and Draco had opted to continue living in Venice, and had stayed there from the night of their wedding. They had brought her mother over to live with them, and she watched over the twins whenever Hermione had business to attend to back in London.

The magical creature medical center was now fully resting in Neville's hands, but whenever he needed the help, Hermione was happy to give it to him. Lucius and Narcissa visited them often along with little Darlene, who loved her nephews with all her heart, and had proved that she didn't mind playing in the mud, much to her mother's chagrin.

Hermione sighed to herself and realized that the sun had already set while she stood outside with her thoughts. Though she and Draco had their ups and downs just about anything inane, she was happy. They had a good marriage, and their sons were growing up healthy and happy. They had come so far from what they had been in the beginning of their first marriage.

"You shouldn't be out here. It's getting cold," said Draco from behind her.

She turned to look at him and smiled slightly. "It wasn't that cold when I came out here. Besides, I have this warm shawl that Molly made for me. It really does keep out the cold," she said, watching him as he approached her.

"Why can't you understand that I don't want either of you to be in harms way?" he asked, turning her around so that he could press her back to his chest in order for his hands to rest on the slight bulge of her stomach. "Has she kicked at all today?"

Hermione nodded. "When she's hungry, it doesn't matter if I'm nauseous, I have to eat," she said with a faint smile. "But for the last few minutes, she's kept still. I think she recognized your voice."

"Good," murmured Draco as he rubbed her stomach in soothing circles. "Let's just enjoy this peace and quiet before the twins decide to break it. They've been fighting each other for every single toy all day," he said with a tired sigh.

"It's just a phase and they'll get over it. We just need to be patient," Hermione said, placing her hands over his.

"Mum!" came a high-pitched whine from their bedroom. "Darien keeps poking me!"

Hermione let out a heavy sigh and turned to her sons as they raced out onto the terrace, bickering and calling each other names. "Quiet! The both of you," she said in her best mother-voice. Draco was impressed. "I have had it with the arguing and the name calling. If you don't behave, we are going to stop going into the city every morning. Do you want to be stuck here at home all day, doing your homework?" she asked them.

The boys fell quiet for a long moment. Then they each wrapped themselves around one of her legs and held on for dear life. "We're sorry mum!" Cried Darius.

"We'll be good!" said Darien, giving her big puppy-dog eyes.

Hermione smiled in satisfaction. "Draco, help me lift them up here on the banister," she said. She wouldn't have dreamed of trying to lift either of the twins up herself, not unless she wanted Draco to flip out for putting their daughter in danger. Once the boys were sitting there, facing them, Hermione kissed them each on the forehead. "We love you boys very, very much, but all the fighting has to stop," she said to them. Draco watched her and stepped back.

"But Darien started it—"

"And Darius was being a jerk—"

"I don't want to hear it," said Hermione in a firm tone. "You both are brothers and I don't like it when you fight. It makes me sad. Do you want me and your little sister to be sad?" she asked them.

"No," said the twins in unison, looking guilty.

Hermione hid a smile. "Okay. Now will you promise me that instead of fighting with each other you will come to your father or me for help?"

A "Yes," and an, "Okay," were the happy answers she received. "We love you mummy!" they said in unison again, wrapping her in a double hug. It was amazing to Hermione how well they echoed each other. Draco joined them and wrapped them all in his arms, mindful of the little being that was still in the process of growing inside her mother's womb.

"I love you too, boys," Hermione said, pressing kisses on cheeks, chins, and noses. "And your little sister is happy that you won't make her sad anymore."

"How about you guys go get ready for bed? Tomorrow morning we can go have breakfast in the city, all right?" Draco asked them before setting the kids down again.

The twins ran off to do as they were told and they left their parents alone again. Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione and kissed her soundly. "You need to get some rest too," he said, running a hand over her stomach again.

She was only five months pregnant, but he treated her as if she were almost at the end of her pregnancy. He didn't let her get her own food, or allowed her to clean. He barely even let her get out of bed. She wasn't incapacitated, for Merlin's sake, but she had to admit that she was getting tired faster than usual. "I'm feeling perfectly fine," Hermione complained as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Now stop being so overprotective."

"Are you happy with me, Hermione?" he asked her.

Hermione thought about it for a moment and laughed when his eyes narrowed. "Of course I am. You've made good on your promise of never hurting me again. We have our sons, we almost have our daughter, and we have ourselves. What more can I ask for?"

Draco smiled at her words and nodded. "How about you ask me for another kiss?"

Hermione smiled and parted her lips to humor him, but then he was kissing her, proving that she didn't even have to ask. She was so happy. There was no more hate. She didn't think that she would be able to ever hate him again. She remembered that her whole life had flashed before her when she had married him the first time, well, now her life was flashing before her, but not because she was having a near death experience or anything of the sort, but because she loved Draco so much it was near overwhelming. Her life was complete and she couldn't have asked for a better man and a better family.

The End

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Wooohoooo! It's over! I can't believe that it's over! Even though it's sad that this fic is finally at an end, I'm happy that I got this far with it. I know it took me forever, almost a year and two months, but I have officially completed another fic. Now, about the Bridge of Sighs, it has two stories. One is the true one of prisoners sighing as they crossed the bridge because it was the last sunlight they would see before going to prison, and the second would be the love one. That if you kissed as you passed under the bridge, you would be with the person forever. I looked it up on Wiki and I'm assuming that it's true. Also, the villas in Venice are now used mostly as museums for people to see or something of the like, so Draco buying the villa for them was a piece of fiction.

I want to thank every single person who ever reviewed this story. I'm sorry that I can't name each and every one of you, but just know that you have my thanks and best wishes for making this story any kind of success. All of your reviews always made me so happy, even those with the death threats and the ones saying that they wanted to kill Hermione. Hey, even those who said that the fic was becoming a little annoying, I was with you, but I changed things for you all, because without you, I never would've completed this story.

Moving on to something else, I put a note up in my bio page concerning my incomplete fics. I'm sorry to say that with the end of this story, I will be taking an indefinite break. Please don't kill me, or really try to hunt me down, but I need the break. I'm totally in love with the Final Fantasy VII fandom right now, and most of my inspiration is there. I just really wanted to finish this story for all of you wonderful people. I'm sorry if I disappoint many of you, but I can't guarantee when or if I will return to my two incomplete fics. Once again I'm sorry, and I want to thank you all for making me who I am, and for loving my fics so much. I wish you all the best and I hope that all of you don't hate me. Have fun and those of you still in the fandom writing and reading, good luck with your current or future fics!



P.S. Dunno what's up with the site, but it ate all of the page divisions I had put in for all my fics and other people's fics too. I wonder why... Bye!