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Last one! The Wedding and other stuff.

Six weeks later Hermione found herself standing in front of the Ministry Wizengamot, fighting for more funding for Unity Charities. "Miss Granger, yours isn't the only charity requesting funding." Wallaby Wentworth chided.

"Yes, but mine is the only one providing care for orphans, family assistance, university guidance, and young wizard and witch education."

After an hour of begging and citing every guideline, practice and law she had memorized, all to no avail.

She walked into her cottage at the end of the day after visiting the children and spending time with Torren and Maggie. They were her joys in life, well, them and Draco… and Lucius and Narcissa… and Blaise. She snorted in humor. Her family had grown in a very short time and she thanked whatever deity had blessed her. She looked down and smiled again, just as Draco walked in.

"How did it go?" he asked.

She smiled with disdain. "Terrible, but we'll manage."

"I have a surprise," he said, hugging her.

She breathed in his scent and hugged him back. "What is it?" she asked.

He moved his head, but didn't say anything. "Miss 'Mione?"

She peeked her head around to see both Maggie and Torren standing by the door, wiggling their fingers at her. She smiled at them and moved to hug them. "Hi guys!"

They spent the evening, just the four of them, eating, laughing and joking. Hermione and Torren shared a bond that had the boy always seeking her approval with small glances her way and tiny smiles.

Hermione and Torren were outside on the porch, sharing a blanket on the swing. "You're getting married tomorrow," he said.

"I am. I'm a little scared. I didn't think I would be a witch who would get married and all that."

"'Mione, I'm scared," he said with a small voice.

Immediately tense. "Why, sweetheart?"

"What happens to me? Maggie has her brother. You have Draco and Miss 'Cissa, but I'm still alone." Tears had gathered in his eyes, making tears gather in her eyes.

"I don't want to lose you," he whispered desperately.

"Come live with me," she blurted.

"What?" Torren said, but it echoed a bit and there was movement from inside the window. Apparently, Draco was listening, the sneak. He opened the door and looked at the two.

She looked at him with pleading eyes and watched as he looked at Torren. After a moment he nodded and walked back inside.

Torren hugged her and she tucked him and Maggie to bed.

Draco was waiting for her in 'their' room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees. "Draco? I…" She didn't really have any kind of explanation for making the decision without consulting him first.

He held up his hand and stood. "It's ok. I understand. Next time, we'll have a discussion about things first, before large decisions, yeah?"

She nodded and flung herself into his arms. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you!"


The music started to play and she looked at the beautiful setting. "Ready, Miss Granger?"

She looked up at him and smiled. "You should call me Hermione. We're going to be family in about twenty minutes."

He offered her a dazzling smile. "Have you told him yet?" he asked, holding him elbow out to her.

"Not yet," she whispered as the wedding march began to play and they started down the aisle. She took a nervous breath as everyone stood and faced them.


Draco couldn't breathe. She had stolen not only his heart, but the very capability to breathe. Stolen his breath from his body. She was a vision in Ivory. Her hair was unbound and fell down her back in shiny, waves.

A wreath of tiny ivory flowers sat on atop her head with lacy and ribbon streaming against her shiny lockes.

His father was walking her down the aisle. He was smiling in reaction to something she said. "She looks beautiful mate," Blaise said from his side.

Draco nodded and waited until she was standing a few steps away. Lucius and Hermione stopped and the Minister spoke, "Who gives this witch away?"

"Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy," Lucius said.

Lucius gave her hand to his son and kissed her cheek. "Thank you," she said and turned to face her soon-to-be husband.

The ritual and bonding was lovely and heartfelt.

Narcissa was a-twitter with excitement as she watched her son marry the cleverist witch of her age.

At the reception they smiled and thanked everyone and didn't sit down for what seemed like hours.

She finally dragged him off to walk in the gardens. "Are you okay, Mrs. Malfoy?"

She cringed and giggled. "I'm looking for your mum. Yes, I'm all right. I just wanted a minute with you alone."

"We'll have a lifetime alone, love," he said, cupping her cheek.

"No, we won't."

He looked at her curiously. "I'm pregnant."


Eleven years later Cranfield and Cora Malfoy wave good bye to their parents. "I'm scared," Cora said as she watched her mum wipe a tear away from her cheek.

"Why? Torren'll be there," Cranfield answered, reminding his sister that their older brother was a Professor at Hogwarts.

"I'm worried for mum and dad. Mum looked so sad," she said.

"Cora, mum'll be just fine. Dad will take care of her."


"Don't cry, love. Torren is there," Draco told his wife.

She nodded. "Draco?"

"Yes, my love."

"I'm pregnant."