Disclaimer: All characters, settings and themes recognised in the Harry Potter series belong to J.K Rowling.
Hey guys! So this is my first multi-chapter fanfic on , and it's my second fanfic on the site. :D It's a Tom Riddle Jr. x Hermione Granger, simply because I think they make a gorgeous couple in a strange kind of way, so…enjoy!
P.S I know it's not much of a first message to readers, but I'm kind of out of creative juices at the moment. x-x
"I do." The corner of Draco's mouth quirked, and if she hadn't been watching his face so attentively, she wouldn't have caught it. Her own mouth curved shyly in response, all she could manage while she was being overcome with such emotion. He smirked openly at that.
"And do you, Hermione Jean Granger, take Draco Malfoy as your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to cherish him, to honour him as a wizard and a man, and to remain faithful to him until death?"
A crystal tear, one she had been holding in since the start of the ceremony, finally dripped down Hermione's cheek. This was what she had been waiting for since she was a small girl. A beautiful wedding, a beautiful dress, and beautiful family and friends to surround her. She looked around at the gathered faces, the Weasleys, Harry and Ginny, her Professors, Professor Dumbledore, and she smiled brightly.
It faltered slightly when she remembered that Draco didn't have any family or friends here, but he had assured her it was fine, that all he wanted was her, and she didn't want to let melancholy thoughts ruin the happiest day of her life. Even if that day was in the middle of the war.
"I do," she said clearly and proudly.
"Please join hands," the minister, an elderly man with long grey hair, ordered, pulling his wand out of his pocket.
Hermione's small delicate hand found its way into Draco's larger hand, and they looked expectantly at the small man. He gave them a kind smile, and waved his wand.
Silver and gold strands of light erupted from the tip, and then wove their way around the two joined hands. Hovering for a fraction of a second, they sunk into Hermione and Draco's skin, and the two gasped in surprise and delight. The bonding had given them a euphoric feeling.
"You may now kiss the br-"
Suddenly, what sounded like an explosion echoed through the large marquee the wedding had been held in. Hermione and Draco, who had been leaning in to kiss each other, froze with shock. That sounded like-
"Everybody, get your wands out!" The minister that had married them had his own out, and his loud roar belied his small stature. "Get them out now!"
Hermione and Draco stole a quick glance at each other, before Draco whipped his wand out. Hermione wanted to scream. Her wand was tucked in her garter, and her dress had so many layers… If only Mrs. Weasley and her mother hadn't convinced her to add so many layers to the dress! She struggled through the first five, and then decided to rip the rest out. Reaching for her wand, she slid it out of her garter and pointed it at the entrance of the marquee.
The rest of the guests also had their wands out. The marquee was silent, and the air tense. They waited with apprehension… Hermione's eyes slid to Draco's. Don't die, she pleaded with him. Please, don't die. He looked back at her with an undecipherable look. After a few seconds, he grabbed her and pulled her to him, before whispering in her ear, "I want you to Disillusion yourself and Potter and Weasley. You three need to get out of here. You're critical to the cause. If you're lost, the cause is lost."
He placed a finger on her lips. "Don't question it. Just do it. You need to get out of here. I hope I'll see you after we've kicked all their arses."
"Draco," Hermione whispered, moisture gathering in her eyes. "You have to come out of here alive. Promise me."
Draco remained silent. Anger welled up in her.
"Promise me, Draco Malfoy," she hissed. "I didn't marry you just for you to leave me."
Still he hesitated, before replying. "I promise."
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. I love you."
"I love you too," Draco murmured. He pulled her closer, and turned her around, before lowering his lips to hers in a soft, gentle kiss. A kiss that felt like goodbye. He pulled away before she was ready to let him go. "They're coming." His voice was suddenly sharp, his posture stiff and his face devoid of any warmth. "Wand at the ready."
Hermione nodded, her eyes trained on the entrance. "I can't believe they're gate crashing our wedding."
"It's the most scandalous wedding in Pureblood history," Draco replied dryly. "Of course they're going to crash it."
Before Hermione could reply, the entrance to the marquee burst open, and in strolled Lucius Malfoy. Draco gasped audibly, and the man with the long blonde hair turned to him. He moved the slightest step towards his son, and in an instant, ten wands were pointing at his neck.
"Calm down, calm down," Lucius murmured, his own voice serene. He took out his wand and leisurely examined it. Then, his head snapped up and he met his son's eyes. His voice grew louder. "Draco," he said in what might have been a warm tone if a sneer didn't accompany it, "how delighted I am to see you in such fine clothing. You look almost as if you deserve the Malfoy name."
"Father," Draco sneered right back. "What are you doing here?"
Lucius had the gall to look surprised. "I'm merely here with my best wishes. Isn't that the norm, a father congratulating his son on his wedding day?"
"Not for you," Draco said through gritted teeth. "Where are your Death Eater friends? Surely they'd want to join in on the party."
"They didn't want to be in the presence of such filth." Lucius' eyes moved to Hermione, and he appraised her silently. "Although she is a fine looking one indeed." Hermione shuddered, feeling violated. The hand gripping her wand tightened. "But since you insist on looking for them, I might just call them." Before anyone could stop him, he ripped his sleeve up and pressed his wand to the Dark Mark.
Dozens of pops sounded, and the enclosed space was suddenly filled with light moving in all directions, hexes, curses and jinxes being thrown around. Remembering what Draco had told her, she Disillusioned herself and made sure to move in the areas where no one was fighting. She kept a good eye out just in case.
"Draco!" Hermione cried when she realised her husband was not beside her. She looked frantically around, trying to spot a head of short, platinum hair, but she couldn't see one. However, she did see Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini with their wands trained on Ron and Ginny. She couldn't see what they were saying, but her eyes widened when she saw green light burst from the tips of their wands.
"No!" she screamed, her voice shrill. "Protego!"
The shield blocked Ron and Ginny momentarily, and it gave them just enough time to Stun both Pansy and Blaise, and then clip bracelets around them. They instantly disappeared, Portkeyed to a holding room at Hogwarts. Ron and Ginny both looked around to find their saviour, but ran off when they couldn't see one. Before Ron could join another battle, Hermione quickly Disillusioned him as well and pulled him in a corner of the large tent.
"Ron," Hermione said quietly. "It's me, Hermione."
She felt Ron slump in relief. "I thought you were a Death Eater." If she really had been a Death Eater, he would be dead. His reflexes still weren't very good.
There was a pause. "Why did you Disillusion me? We have to get back to the battle!" He made to run off, but Hermione tightened her grip on him.
"Stay here!" she hissed. "Draco told me to Disillusion you and Harry. We have to get out of here. The cause depends on us. We have to be quick, because my Disillusionment charms are not strong, and they won't last long. Where's Harry?"
"I don't know. When I saw him last, it was when Malfoy walked into the tent."
"Oh no! We need to find him!"
"Wait- wait a second." Another pause. "That's him! Over there fighting Wormtail!"
Hermione looked in that direction, and pushed Ron to the ground. She then placed a chair near him to mark him. "Stay here, I'm going to get Harry. Stay down, and don't get involved in any more fights." Trusting him to recognise the direness of the situation, she left to get Harry.
When she was near, she stopped and stared in awe at Harry. He seemed so angry, fighting the indirect killer of his parents, that his hair crackled and his eyes blazed with fury. He radiated power, and she could feel it coming off him in waves.
"Avada Kedavra!" Wormtail squeaked, pointing his wand at Harry, but nothing but a wisp of smoke came out. He quickly but clumsily blocked Harry's attempt to blow him up.
"Wormtail!" A voice hissed from somewhere else. "The Dark Lord said to leave Potter for him!"
"He's trying to kill me!" Wormtail squealed back, not taking his eyes off Harry. "He's going to-"
"Avada Kedavra!" Wormtail dropped to the ground, his eyes glassy. Hermione stepped out of her stupor, Disillusioning Harry as quickly as she could. Like she had done with Ron, she grabbed him, but Silenced him, knowing he would scream loudly.
"Harry, it's Hermione," she whispered. "Don't struggle, please, I need to get us out of here alive." In spite of her commands, she felt her grip on Harry loosening. "Stop it, Harry! Stop it! I'll Stun you if I have to!" That stopped him, and she dragged him to where the chair was that she had used to mark Ron. "Ron, are you here?"
There was a muffled moan. "Subwon stepped on by nobe."
"We'll deal with that later," Hermione said quickly, "we have to get out of here first. We don't have much time. My Disillusions aren't going to last long. Harry, did you see You-Know-Who in the marquee?" There was silence. "Harry? Harry?" There was a soft hit on her arm, and she remembered he was Silenced. She undid the spell.
"Hermione, what the bloody hell?" she heard Harry's disembodied voice gasp. "You didn't need to Silence me!"
"You would have screamed to the high heavens," Hermione snapped back. "Now shut up and answer me. We're losing time. Did you see You-Know-Who?"
"Yes," came Harry's disgusted voice. "He was sitting in the middle of the chaos with this shield around him, just watching. I have to go and help-"
"No," Hermione barked. "You need to get out alive. If you die, all of this will have been for nothing. All those people dying." That shut him up. Hermione went back to hurriedly thinking.
"Damn," she muttered. "You-Know-Who'll definitely notice the shimmers, even if they're faint." She really wished that she knew a spell that would turn them completely invisible, complete without a shimmery outline. "How am I going to do this?"
"I say we just hope he's looking the other way," Harry replied, although his voice clearly said that he was still annoyed. She really didn't need this in the middle of the battle.
"Fine," Hermione concluded, not knowing any other way to get out of here. "Ron? Can you stand up?"
"Yeh," came the reply. "It wab just a bloody nobe." She groped for both their hands blindly.
"Dodge everything. Pay no attention to battles. No stops at all, no matter who's fighting. Got it?"
There were two affirmatives. "Ok, let's go."
They dodged purple lights and blue spells that whizzed past their heads. One spell sent from the Dark side blew a large hole in the side of the marquee that they might have escaped through, had it not resulted in a dead end. They were almost at the entrance when Hermione heard a familiar voice.
"Wee Draco's using baby spells, now, is he?" Bellatrix Lestrange cackled, and Hermione turned in horror to see her husband shooting spells at his Aunt, trying desperately to incarcerate her. "Be a man! Crucio!"
Draco fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
"No! Merlin, no!" Hermione screamed before she could stop herself, and she lunged forward. Harry and Ron both tried to restrain her, but it was difficult, seeing as they couldn't see her. Ron tried to warn her. "Hermione, the Disillusion's wearing off-"
Hermione ignored them both. "Draco! Please, Draco! Get up!" She was not aware that she was now fully visible again, or that Ron and Harry had left. As much as they didn't want to leave their best friend behind, what she had said was true. If they died, the cause was lost. So they had left before they were fully discernible, before the Death Eaters could capture them.
Bellatrix had turned to Hermione now. "And my Blood Traitor nephew's Mudblood bride comes out to play," she taunted, her wand still torturing Draco. "Shall I give you my wedding present now, Mrs. Malfoy?"
"Get away from Draco, you-"
"Avada Kedavra!" The green shot from Bellatrix's wand before Hermione could say another word, and she closed her eyes, bracing herself for death. When it did not come, her eyes snapped open, and widened in horror when she saw Draco's lifeless body.
Hermione's anguished scream tore through the whole tent, and every fight halted, every eye turned to her. "Draco!"
There was a silence.
"Bravo!" Voldemort laughed, clapping his hands and standing up from his throne-like chair in the middle of the chaos. "Well done, Bellatrix. And you too, Mudblood Bride. Such a heart-wrenching performance."
"Thank you, milord," Bellatrix replied, preening in the praise. Her dark eyes lifted to look at Hermione. "You didn't like my present, Mudblood Bride? Oh well, I've been told it's the thought that counts." She cackled manically. "You can join him, I guess." She lifted her wand once more and pointed it at Hermione and-
There was a thud, and Bellatrix Lestrange knew no more.
Hermione looked positively terrifying. Like Harry before, her hair cackled, her eyes blazed and her aura strengthened until it was painful to be near her. "You killed Draco, and so a present in return was in order," she said in a frighteningly calm voice. She raised her head and looked Voldemort in the eye. "How do you feel now that your best witch is gone?"
Voldemort had watched in interest as she had summoned her anger and directed it to the black-haired Lestrange wife. She was certainly powerful. He hadn't seen power like that in – well, he hadn't seen it in a while. When she looked at him, asked him a question, he was about to reply nonchalantly when he stopped. And looked at her. And looked at her some more. Those eyes –
"You…" he breathed, recognition flashing in his eyes. Hermione was confused. She opened her mouth to reply when a shout of "Stupefy!" echoed in the marquee, and fighting began. Sending him an icy glare, she ran out of the marquee, Disillusioning herself again because she knew he would follow her. She heard his roar of rage at her escape, and his order for the Death Eaters to go after her.
She raced through the Weasley's garden until she saw the backdoor of the Burrow. It had been torched, and she could only just stifle a gasp of despair at what she had felt was another home. But she had to get out of here. She knew where Harry and Ron had gone – to the safehouse, Headquarters.
Sprinting through the remains of the Burrow, she ran until she was out of the proximity of the Anti-Apparition wards. She only just caught a glimpse of long white hair, so similar to the hair she had run through her fingers every night leading up to the wedding, before she popped out of sight.