The Doll House

EPILOGUE







Hermione stood in front of the large marble memorial statue and smiled. It was a beautifully carved sculpture of children playing with the names of each of Dolls victims carefully etched into the base. The story of the Doll House once again made the headlines, this time however it was not only about the missing children and the mad man who took them, but about how their souls were saved by a familiar Heroine and an unexpected hero.





She looked over her shoulder at the handsome wizard standing just outside of the white tent housing the dedication gala of the Malfoy Center for the Arts and Botanical Gardens. The land that once housed evil would now be used for beauty and the benefit of talented youth. And would stand as a memorial to the children who suffered in life and in death for so long.





He walked towards her, his lazy swagger causing her breath to hitch slightly as he drew near. She was crazy about him and even more surprising, he was crazy about her. He leaned in and kissed her cheek, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back.





“What do you think, Love?” he asked softly.





“I think that your father is going to have a coronary if you keep flaunting our relationship,” she laughed, staring at the striking blond wizard watching them so intently. “I told you we should have stayed in hiding.”





“We were hidden for too long as it is,” he said. “The old man will get over it. Speaking of which…you made me a promise regarding my father, if you recall.”





“Oh, come on,” she snorted incredulously.





“Chicken?” he asked, his brow arched high. He watched her eyes narrow, and then she turned to face him.



“Fine,” she said, taking out her wand and pointing it at her dress. The straps tightened and her breasts visibly plumped and lifted to form the most delightful cleavage.





“Damn…I want you to use that spell later,” he muttered. She smiled, winked and licked her lips before she turned on her heel and sauntered towards his father. He watched with wicked delight as his father openly gawked at Hermione, his eyes drawn to the lush curves of her body. Hermione stepped close to Lucius, lifted onto her toes to speak softly to the wizard. Draco’s smile was sinister at best as he watched his father’s face flush and his eyes widen. “Damn me if I don’t love that wild little witch.”













What Lucius heard…..



“Good evening, Mr. Malfoy,” she said, amused by his fascinated perusal of her breasts. “Are you enjoying the evening?”





“My son has done well with tonight’s event,” he said in his haughty manner.





“Mmmmhmmm…well, you see, Mr. Malfoy,” she said seductively as she moved forward and onto her toes so that barely and inch separated them. “Your son is quite skilled in many ways. In fact, while we were here investigating this property was when we became…close,” she laid her hand against his lapel for balance and blew lightly against his ear. “It was soooo good, too. My god he can just go for hours…the shower, the bed, the kitchen counter , the stairs….that was my favorite, you see it started out with me telling him how sexy I found you and ended up with me screaming his name as I came over and over all night long.” She stepped back, licked her lips and smiled seductively at the elder Malfoy as she took a small sip from his glass of wine. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Mr. Malfoy.”





She was smiling as she strolled back to Draco, her hips swinging exaggeratedly because she knew that Lucius couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Not that she cared; she cared only for the man who was now smiling at her in sadistic glee.





“Happy now?” she asked.





“Never doubt it,” he grinned, pulling her into his arms and kissing her softly.





“Pardon me; are you Hermione Granger of HG Investigations?” Hermione pulled away from Draco to stare at the small, portly man who had interrupted them.



“I am, who are you?”





“I’m Denzel Molloway…I…I own Molloway Mortuary in Godric’s Hollow….I…I was wondering if you might be interested in looking over my case,” he said, producing a large file folder bulging with papers.





“I’m a little busy at the moment, but if you would like to come by my office tomorrow Id be happy to have a look,” she said politely.





“Oh…well, perhaps you might have an easier time deciding if you came to my office, you see that is where the photos are,” he said.





“Photos?”





“Yes…you see, my problems began when I found trunks filled with Victorian post mortems…..”





Draco saw the way her eyes lit up with intrigue and he shook his head, “We will be there first thing tomorrow, Mr. Molloway.”





“We?” she queried with an arched brow.





“Absolutely, did you think I was going to let you have all the fun without me?” He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her again. “Wherever you go, I go too.”





“Just remember who is running the show,” she said.





“Of course, besides, I love to follow you…it’s my favorite view,” he kissed her lips, enjoying the feel of her laughter vibrating against his lips. Life was never dull with her and he couldn’t wait for the next adventure to begin….





The End….maybe