Broomsticks and Alibis

Chapter 19

(long final chapter)

“Careful already! My skin is tender back there,” Draco said to Madame Pomfrey who was applying a healing agent to the arrow hole in Draco’s arse. She threw her hands into the air and mumbled how he was still the biggest crybaby she had ever treated. Hermione sat down on his bed in the hospital wing at DPU and slid her hand down the back of his pants, as Draco laid impatiently on his stomach on the bed.

“Does that feel better?” Hermione smiled as she groped his ass.

“I guess. I wish I could remember what happened,” Draco scowled. He felt so inefficient and foggy about everything and it irritated him to no end. He had already snapped at Madame Pomfrey and he was feeling edgy towards Hermione now even.

“Just try and think. Close your eyes, while I massage your body, and just think about what happened. You woke up and saw Ginny and Pansy…and…then?”

“I can’t fucking remember,” a frustrated Draco Malfoy said. “How are the others? I know I shouldn’t be whining about myself, when what they went through was so much worse.”

“Yes, but they are all going to be just fine and…” Hermione paused, “You wouldn’t be Malfoy if you didn’t whine about something.” Draco turned to look at a snickering Hermione. “Kidding!”

Ginny stirred restlessly in her bed as Harry sat at her bedside with a heavy heart and with his arm in a sling and a few minor scratches. Madame Pomfrey had been able to heal the broken nose and his other injuries, including the broken arm but that injury would take a little more time then the others. The stomach wound was messy and Madame Pomfrey wasn’t sure if Ginny and Pansy would ever heal all the way. Scars were a definite possibility, but knowing Ginny and Pansy as well, they would wear it like a badge of courage.

Hermione believed that she could jog Draco’s memory if she just helped him. It was very late and they had to be in court in the morning, and if they couldn’t make Draco remember then they had no other choice but to prosecute Blaise, and hope that he cracked one the stand and either confessed or fingered the real killer. Draco had insisted that it wasn’t Blaise, though he couldn’t offer any valid explanation to make anyone think otherwise. Hermione had to do something, she couldn’t just sit there going over the same dead end facts that always led nowhere. She hatched a plan. Draco was brooding over his inability to remember and was in a foul mood, which wasn’t helping matters. She decided to ease the tension. Hermione reached into her bag, pulled out some vanilla scented lotion, and applied a fair amount to her hand while Draco ignored her, still grumbling to himself. She slipped her hand around the front of Draco’s pants, found what she was looking for, and began to stroke him. He jumped in surprise and wriggled in his pants but then relaxed under her touch. He was moaning steadily now as she lay down beside him lightly kissing his lips. His gash on his forehead was bandaged, the healing magic reducing the size and depth of the gash on his head, though and he looked tired, with dark circles under his eyes. She just wanted to alleviate his stress and worry. He turned on his side and slipped his hand under her blouse, carressing her nipple between his fingers. Their tongues found each other and Draco was on the verge of exploding into her hand when suddenly the curtain was jerked back.

“Hey Draco! I wanted to thank you for…Oh! I’ll come back later,” Harry said closing the curtain again. Draco looked peeved but Hermione laughed and continued with her quest. Finally, he released himself into her hand and Hermione cast a cleaning spell over them both.

“Moaning Myrtle! I totally forgot. Blaise woke up in the second floor lavatory. He didn’t know how he got there. We should probably go talk to Moaning Myrtle. She might have some information. I don’t know why I didn’t fucking remember this before!” Draco was excited. It seemed Hermione’s plan worked, even if it wasn’t exactly the information she wanted, it was still something to go on with time so short.

Harry wanted to come along so Draco,Hermione and Harry all made their way to the second floor girls lavatory to have a chat with Moaning Myrtle. Harry and Hermione walked into the bathroom and then Hermione noticed that Draco had stopped outside at the doorway.

“I got this ‘Mione. I know why he won’t come in,” Harry said walking outside the bathroom.

“Coming in then?”

“Nah, you go on. “

“Malfoy…Draco…I know why you don’t want to go in there. It’s hard for me to go in there too, but I imagine it’s harder for you, especially with me being here. You don’t have to be ashamed. It’s alright that it bothers you.” Draco rolled his eyes. He was in no mood for this from Potter.

“Are you a Seer now?”

“Don’t be smug,” Harry said pushing his glasses up on his nose and feeling rather uncomfortable with the whole conversation. He had never properly apologized to Draco for the incident in the bathroom during their sixth year.

“Piss off Potter.”

“Look,Malfoy…Draco! You aren’t making this easy for me. I need you to know that I am terribly sorry for what I did to you that day. I used a spell on you that I never should have tried. I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”

“Look Potter I don’t give a crap about that anymore. Fine, if it will shut you up then let’s go in.” Draco walked uneasily into the lavatory. Hermione was already trying to coax Myrtle out of her stall. She had her own memories of this bathroom.

“Myrtle,” Hermione called.

“Myrtle, its Harry can you come out for a minute and talk to us?”

“WHAT!” Myrtle suddenly emerged, the toilet making a crashing sound as she flew atop the bathroom ceiling, swooping down in front of Harry.

“We need to ask you a question. Will you help us?” She cast an eerie stare at Draco at this.

“How have you been Draco? You haven’t come to visit me since HE cast that nasty spell on you. Tsk Tsk. I thought we might be sharing the same stall after that day, but sadly you pulled through.”

“Myrtle can you help us or not?” Draco was in no mood for her games. True, he had confided in her when he had nobody else to confide in, but the sooner he got out of the bathroom the better. He could still see himself lying in a pool of blood on the cold, dirty floor. He had lied to Harry about it not bothering him. It bothered him a great deal and while he believed Harry meant every bit of the heartfelt apology, he still didn’t feel comfortable in the very bathroom that he came within inches of his life. He wondered if Hermione would feel the same way about ever going back to Malfoy Manor. He wouldn’t blame her if she never wanted to step foot inside the house he used to call home.

“Why should I?” Myrtle said in her high-pitched annoying tone. “Nobody comes to see me anymore, except the handsome boy. Where is he?”

“Blaise, do you mean Blaise?”

“Yes. What did you do with him?” Myrtle cast a suspicious glare at Harry and then flew straight through him.

“Myrtle, Blaise is never going to come visit you again if you don’t tell us what you know. Why did Blaise come to see you?”

“WHY? BECAUSE THE OTHER ONE BRINGS HIM HERE!” Myrtle screamed at Hermione. “But he likes me. He mostly sleeps, but I can tell.”

“The other one? Who Myrtle?”

“Why should I tell you! Think you are too good for us!” Myrtle started sobbing at that, wailing at the top of her lungs. Draco rolled his eyes and Hermione threw her hands up in the air.

“Come on. She isn’t any use to us. You better start preparing your case ‘Mione,” Harry said. They left the lavatory and headed back to the hospital wing. Hermione slipped an arm around Draco’s waist.

“You alright?”

“Never better. I ruined our chances of catching the killer. I wish I could remember.”

“Look Dragon Love…I have a thing or two up my sleeve. In this marriage, we lean on each other. So you don’t remember. Let’s move on. I want to check on the polyjuice potion. It’s going to be cutting it close.”

They checked on the polyjuice potion and it looked very close to done, but the color was off just a bit. It needed to green just a bit more. Hermione resolved to check it again in the morning, and then done or not she was going to bring it with her to the courtroom. Hermione worked through the night preparing her case. Her wand’s light glowed through the wee hours of the night as she sat by the window of the hospital ward, while Draco and the others slept peacefully. Ginny woke up once during the night shouting, obviously having a nightmare and Hermione held her hand as not to disturb Harry from his sleep. Ginny nodded off once again and then Hermione continued writing Draco’s opening statements for him. She may not hold the job anymore but she was hell-bent on making sure Draco was prepared. He had been through enough for one night, so she watched him sleep with love in her heart and a wanting desire to bust this case wide open. She was going to be the wife of a politician, so she may as well get used to taking a backseat to him, besides, he had acted extraordinary tonight, saving Ginny and Pansy from a certain death.

In the morning, they all somberly made their way to the Ministry, their wounds mostly healed. Ginny wore a half top to show off her stomach, thinking it looked tough. She joked that nobody would mess with her on the quidditch field in The Finer Elements of Quidditch class and Harry cringed at the light scar left behind. Madame Pomfrey was delighted to tell her that the scar would fade in about a week’s time after a second dose of healing magic on the scar, so Ginny wanted to show it off while she still had it. She and Pansy’s exchanges that morning were downright creepy in that they were both friendly to each other. What was the school coming to that you couldn’t count on blood feuds like that between Pansy and Ginny. It wouldn’t be the same without hearing that familiar ruckus of two girls throwing curse words and hex’s at each other on a daily basis.

“Draco, you have to register to run in the election,” Hermione said as she watched and waited for Draco to appear through the floo.

“Another time. I’d prefer to wait to see if I’m going to Azkaban,” Draco joked. He was in a slightly better mood then he was the night before, but only just barely.

“Wrong. We have to sign you up today. It’s the last day to enter the election. It won’t take but a minute, besides we are early for court.” Hermione led him to the Campaign Office at the Ministry, where all witches and wizards wishing to run in the general election had to sign the official forms and registry stating their platform. Draco thought about what his platform was for a moment, as Hermione peered over his shoulder, watching each word he scrawled on the parchment. With a curled lip and a smirk, he wrote:

To live in a non-tyrannical society where those without morning wood have the same rights as those with it.

He handed his registration form to the clerk behind the counter. She embarrassingly made eyes at Draco. When the woman attempted to lure Draco into a lengthy conversation about the election, he politely complimented her new robes, and then when she was distracted he reached for Hermione’s hand and slithered out of the office. No sooner had they exited the Campaign Office did they run smack into Rita Skeeter and her cronies from the Daily Prophet.

“Is it true that you are running for Minister of Magic and that if elected you will rehire every witch that recently lost their job at the Ministry?” Draco held his head up high and answered.

“Yes, In fact I will do more then that. I will compensate every witch for the time they missed. It’s an injustice that needs to be rectified. It’s inexcusable and dangerous for anyone holding such a powerful position as the position of Minister of Magic to act without merit and on personal ideology. For that reason I fully intend, if elected, to rid this office of all those council members that voted in favor of such an archaic and bigoted law. It’s time to clean house around this place and it needs to start at the top.” Hermione’s jaw nearly dropped. She was pleasantly surprised at her husband’s ability to speak so fluently and off the cuff to the Press. She had always been a bundle of nerves during press conferences, after various high profile cases, but Draco seemed at ease with it all. It probably wasn’t surprising though, seeing as he had been around influential Witches and Wizards for his entire life, and that he thumbed his nose at most of them. Draco grabbed her hand and started down the long corridor towards the courtroom where the hearing was to be held in a matter of minutes.

“Will Harry Potter play a key role in your candidacy?” Draco stopped and turned to Rita once more.

“I will be holding a Press conference at a later date. Right now my wife has an extremely important case to try before the council and the Minister.”

“Is it about the murders at Dumbledore Potter University? Have you apprehended the killer? Are young witches safe again from the monster that stalked the grounds of the castle?”

“No comment,” Draco said as they hurried down the hall. Hermione whispered in Draco’s ear as the Press followed behind them, their quills moving in midair, as they hung on every word Draco said.

“Draco, you are trying the case, not me.”

“No, Hermione, you are trying this case. You are senior counsel, remember? This is your bag of tricks, not mine. You prepared it, now get in there and knock their wands off, and then we can go home and you can polish my wand,” Malfoy winked and Hermione blushed.

“Alright, but I’m really nervous. Will you join me as co-council?” Hermione said biting her nail as Draco batted her finger from her mouth, smiling and kissing his wife on the cheek.

“Of course. I will be right at your side.” They made their way inside the courtroom. Harry and Ginny were sitting in the public viewing seats around the circular room, along with Ron, who waved at Hermione. A scared and sullen Blaise Zabini sat in a chair in the center of the room with a sniffling and weeping Millicent Bulstrode Zabini and her father, in the first row of seats next to Blaise. Hermione set the vial of polyjuice potion down on the table, her hands shaking. She didn’t know why she was so nervous, she had tryed hundreds of cases before the Ministry, but for some reason this one had much more at stake. The Minister was gunning for Draco, promising to send him to Azkaban if they could not prove their case beyond a shadow of a doubt. If she failed now, her husband would never be Minister, and she would be left broken and alone, not to mention Draco. She couldn’t even think about what it would be like for him to suffer with the dementors of Azakaban. No, she would just have to win. She cleared her throat as she took her seat next to Draco. The minister banged his gavel on the podium that he presided over.

“The court hears the case against Blaise Zabini. He is charged with the murders of….” Hermione listened to the Minister and then Draco stood and requested that Hermione take his position as Prosecutor. He claimed that the events of the previous night had left him weak and sick and that he would be unable to continue. He even threw in a well-timed cough and sniffle for good measure. When the Minister refused his request, a high ranking and older woman on the council, who had never cared for his policy, then granted a continuance. The Minister suddenly changed his tune and allowed Hermione to represent Draco as lead counsel. Draco smirked at the Minister. Hermione couldn’t help wanting to throttle him. It was no time for a pissing contest between two headstrong, unyielding men, even if Draco was in the right,she had her work cut out for her. When she looked at all her notes and scribblings, chalked full of convoluted theories and twisted logic, she knew that it all amounted to a big pile of elfshit. She had to bring her A game and she was as nervous as a first year student without ear muffs, about to pull a screaming mandrake out of a herbology planter.

Opening arguments were behind her and it was clear to her that the Minister wasn’t going to give her an easy go of it. Draco put his hand at the small of her back when she returned to the table and sat down, just to let her know that he was there and so she could feel some sense of solidarity. Their lives and their futures hung in the balance. As the case progressed Hermione was fully aware, even if Draco wasn’t, that the council was not going to be fooled by cleverly written and remarked rhetoric. When she sat back down she motioned to Harry, who was acting as the representative auror on the case. He handed her the baggie with the single hair that Draco had found on Lavender Brown’s ring. She stirred it into the polyjuice potion.

“Miss Malfoy! Is there a reason for your delay? Should we expect this hearing to last all day?” The Minister said, his face turning purple again.

“No sir, just about done,” Hermione said before plugging her nose. Before she tipped it back to drink it, Draco stopped her.

“What are you doing?”

“Do you trust me? I trusted you, now do you trust me?” Draco nodded and smiled and Hermione gulped the revolting and thick, clumpy liquid down. Her skin bulged and her veins began to pop. Her arms exploded with a tingling sensation and then suddenly she saw the most horrifying thing she had ever seen, all except for the first time she saw it. Long black hairs grew from the follicles on her arms. She felt something growing from her backside and as she turned, she saw the beginnings of a tail. Whiskers sprouted from her upper lip and then the hair began to fill in allover her body. She looked at herself in horrified shock.

“Not again!” Hermione sobbed. She could see Draco’s horrified face, his jaw on the floor and his beautiful silvery-gray eyes as wide as Hedwig’s. Hermione bolted from the council chambers, running across the hall to the ladies lavatory. She ran into the farthest stall and slammed the door shut, locking the door behind her. The tears wouldn’t stop. She cried a river from her yellow cat’s eyes. How could this happen to her not once, but twice. On the most important day of her life, she had turned herself into Millicent Bulstrode’s cat once again. Draco had seen her, the Minister had seen her, the council, Harry Potter and Ginny and Ron Weasley. What about Draco’s election campaign? She was an embarrassment to Draco and to herself. She could see the headlines, candidate for Minister of Magic married to weird cat lady. They were sunk! Trust me Draco,trust me, her words hammered at her in her own head. Stupid.Stupid.Stupid. Idiot.Idiot.Idiot.

She heard footsteps clicking on the floor, coming closer to her. They stopped in front of her stall. Crouching silently on the commode, as if the person might go away if she was quiet as a mouse, she saw a pair of gray men’s trousers, pressed perfectly, and a pair of pricey Italian loafers and she knew immediately it was Draco.

“Hermione, open the door.”

“No. Go away! I don’t want you to see me.”

Sob

“I’ve already seen you.”

“Please just go away.”

Sob

“If you won’t come out, then I’m coming in.”

Pause

“No,you can’t!”

Pause

“Alohomora!” Hermione closed her eyes hoping she would disappear.

“Why are you hiding in here? You have a case to win right now,” Draco said petting her head. He didn’t know what else to do. Hermione slapped his hand away with her paw, not realizing her claws were out.

“Ow! Hermione, enough!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize I’d scratch you.”

Sob

Sob

“The Council gave us a five minute recess due to these extra unusual circumstances, so suck it up Malfoy and get your fucking arse back in there. Now!” Draco said in a commanding voice, hoping it would knock Hermione out of the self pitying funk she was exhibiting.

“Look at me! I turned myself into Millicent Bulstrode’s cat again! Again! It took me two weeks to recover last time. I can’t believe I did this again! Why me?”

“Are you catnapping or what? Have you failed to see the truth staring you right in the face? Literally!?” Draco pulled her out of the stall forcefully and pushed her towards the mirror.

“Draco let me go!”

“What do you see? Tell me what you see?”

“I see fucking Millicent Bulstrode’s cat…Again!”

“Why? Why do you see Millicent Bulstrode’s cat?”

“Because I drank the polyjuice potion with the hair in it! Do you have a point?”

Pause

Pause

Shriek!

“Oh my gosh DRACO!! Do you know what this means?” Draco was nodding his head as if he knew exactly what it meant. “The hair in Lavenders ring was from Millicent Bulstrode’s cat. Everyone knows that Millicent carries that mangy cat around with her everywhere. The only way the cat could have gotten close enough to Lavender was if Millicent was there. Millicent Bulstrode did it! Do you know what this means?”

“It means that you better get your cute tail back in that courtroom right now and win this case! You can do it. Hold your head up high and work your magic Sweet Pea,” Draco said petting her head again, uncomfortably.”

Hermione pushed her tail down and smoothed her coat, and returned to the council chambers, calling Harry Potter to the stand, where he corroborated that the hair that was mixed into the polyjuice potion was found on the person of one Lavender Brown, the third victim killed. The council gasped and the Minister’s face turned purple once the realization of what had been revealed sunk in to the minds of the council. Millicent Bulstrode stood, with her cat in her arms and attempted to apparrate out. When she couldn’t because of security enchantments placed in the room to prevent defendants from apparrating away, she panicked and screamed.

“Why did you have to go and do that! I was going to be rid of my unfaithful piece of shite husband. He’s nothing but a man whore. He sleeps with anything and everything! Do you know how humiliating it is to be married to him when everyone knows he’s cheating on me? He is humiliating my father, and his business went under, because of Blaise. What started off as a sound, arranged marriage, turned into a nightmare because he can’t keep his needle dick in his pants! He was going to be sent to Azakaban! I would retain his wealth, just like his rich, wretched mother did to all of her seven husbands! Then Daddy would have his business back.” Millicent leapt over the banister at Blaise, scratching at his face and arms. “I hate you! I hate what you did to me! I killed all your slutty girlfriends, except for those two cuntbitches that HE stopped me from doing in.” She pointed at Draco.

Draco pulled Hermione to the side with some urgency and whispered in her ear. Hermione moved forward at that to address the court.

“ Prosecution moves to change the docket to read Ministry versus Millicent Bulstrode. Oh, and I’d also like to call Draco Malfoy to the stand,” Hermione said and Draco made his way to the stand as the shocked and bewildered council nodded in agreement, flicking their wands to change the docket as requested. The Minister had become particularly quiet as he lowered his head.

Upon examining Draco, it came out that he had retrieved the memory that was taken from him when he was obliviated.

“And you say that there was another person at the crime scene last night in the Forbidden Forest? Is this man here amongst us in the courtroom today?” Draco nodded.

“Could you please speak the name of the accused for all to hear?” Draco smirked and pointed with his long pale finger.

“It was the Minister of Magic himself Bertrand Meedleton.” The courtroom was alive with chatter at his testimony. Council members whispered and those in the seats let out loud sighs.

“Get these two out of my courtroom! This is a three-ring circus! Ridiculous and unfounded. You will both spend the rest of your lives with the dementor’s of Azkaban!”

With that the Minister summoned the dementors.

“You lied to me! You deny our love, as I stand here about to pay with my life? You loved me! You said we would be together! I carried your baby! You said I would have more children if I took the potion, so I did and then I lost our baby!” Millicent cried hysterically as Hermione told the clerk messenger to send word to St. Mungo’s. She then went before the council and asked that Millicent Bulstrode be reprimanded into custody and taken to St. Mungo’s Hospital for the criminally insane, where she could be evaluated. The Minister stood in outrage and shouted obscenities at Hermione and Draco and the entire council.

“How do you know it wasn’t Blaise Zabini helping his sick wife to torture and kill these girls?”The Minister shouted in outrage.

“Because while true, Blaise is a horrible excuse for a man and husband,” Hermione glared at Blaise, “he isn’t a murderer. Millicent Bulstrode stole Blaise’s Firebolt and then stashed Blaise away in the second floor, girls lavatory at DPU, probably under a sleeping potion, each and every time she murdered. She messed up on the night of the Carnival though. She meant to take Ginny Weasley only, but when Blaise and Pansy crashed on her cheap and crappy broom, because Millicent swiped his broom in order to beat the living tar out of her victims, and Blaise and Pansy landed right where she was carrying out her torture on Ginny, she had to do some quick thinking. Of course Millicent couldn’t overcome both Blaise and Pansy all by herself, which is where you came in. You stupefied Blaise and then Millicent took Pansy by surprise. You obliviated my husband Draco Malfoy to protect Millicent and yourself after he had apprehended her.I don;t know why you protected Millicent, I can only assume that somewhere inside you is some shred of decency and guilt over what you did to her.” Hermione smiled with a catlike grin at piecing it all together.

“Preposterous!”

“In fact, I bet that Millicent isn’t the only witch you laid with in your bed you sick, perverted, dirty, old man! I bet that I could find many young witches within the walls of this very Ministry that you also had your way with. Lied to them, tricked them, black mailed them into sleeping with you under threat of losing their jobs. Not to mention taking the life of your own child still in the womb by making Millicent drink the highly illegal potion that killed her baby! No wonder Millicent did what she did. You should share equal responsibility with her. Counsel requests that a separate trial be convened to decide the fate of Mr. Bertrand Meedleton. I need time to prepare a case against him. I want him to face the full penalty of law on these charges.”

“Well done Mrs. Malfoy. The council owes you a debt of gratitude. Both to you and to Mr. Malfoy. Court will hear the case of Ministry versus Minister of Magic Bertrand Meedleton, two weeks from today. Court dismissed.”The elderly council member said. With that Hermione jumped into Draco’s arms squealing with delight. He spun her around and hugged her tight, cat whiskers and all.

Suddenly the room grew dark and cold. Hermione could see her breath in front of her as the dementors of Azkaban swept into the courtroom. The council members hid under their podiums while Blaise, writhed in his chair, still cuffed. Mass chaos broke out in the chambers, Draco grabbing Hermione and hitting the floor as the dementors reigned in their terror. From the back of the courtroom Harry Potter stood up, wand raised.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!” Harry stood tall and strong as the stag leapt from his wand. The dementors were vanquished.

In the moments that followed, the court room quieted down and St. Mungo’s personnel arrived, taking a screaming and kicking Millicent away with them, her father crying in shame next to her. Things would not calm down completely until the Minister was prosecuted and sent away to Azakaban where he belonged, but the beginning of peace had been waged that day, and the students of DPU could finally rest easy. The war veterans still had growing up to do, learning to do, adjusting and coming to grips with life in a world without the threat of Voldemort, but now they could do it with the warmth and love of people who really understood the sacrifices that they made on that fateful day at Hogwarts not so long ago. They would be free to choose their own path. It would be Draco’s second order of business when he was reigned in as Minister of Magic, after he hired all the witches back to their positions.

Epilogue

Draco stood before the crowds and accepted the esteemed position of Minister of Magic. With great honor, he vowed to lead with resolve and conviction. Hermione beamed at her husband, tears freefalling like a river down her glowing cheeks. A month has passed since Millicent Bulstrode’s trial.The Minister of Magic's trial had gone off without a hitch, and he received a very long Azkaban sentence for his crimes. Hermione had retained her feminine form once again and aside from the stray hairball she had put the unpleasant experience behind her. It couldn’t get any better than this, she thought, and then the room was spinning and she felt a wave of heat wash over her. Her chest was beating quickly and then everything went black.

“Hermione... Malfoy! You there?” Draco said standing over her with a wide smile across his face.

“What happened? Where am I?”

“Your’re in our bed Sweet Pea.” Draco crawled into bed with her and ran his hand across her stomach.

“The ceremony! Did I ruin it? Did I faint? Oh, I hope I didn’t spoil it.”

“You didn’t. Ceremony went fine. You passed out just after I took my vows.”

“So you are Minister of Magic then?”

“Yes. Does that get me laid?”

“Oh, that’s so wonderful. Draco move!” Hermione ran to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. “I think I am coming down sick. You better not sleep with me tonight. We don’t want you sick on the first day of your new job.” Hermione cast a cleansing charm over her mouth,the queasiness dissipating.

“We won’t be sleeping in separate beds. Come here and lay with me. I have something to tell you and I want you to be sitting down before I tell you.” Hermione laid down next to Draco and cuddled up close into the little nook between his arm and his chest. She loved being in the nook. She loved nestling against him in their bed like this. “I had a healer look at you when you passed out at the ceremony and they confirmed it. Darling, you are carrying our child.”

“Pregant? Don’t you think it’s a bit too fast? Whoah, a baby.Wow.Wow.WOW.”

“We got married in like ten minutes and you are worried about a baby? It will all work out. We don’t do anything in this family unless it’s done spontaneously.”

“I’m sure you are right,” Hermione said worrying about a million things, her thoughts racing through her head.

“I hope it’s a boy that looks exactly like me. And it better not be a squib. I don’t want some nonmagical squib. We would have to hide it away like a dirty secret.” Draco said beaming with pride but with a sly smirk and a curled lip as he spied at Hermione from the corner of his eye, waiting for her reaction.

“You ARSEHOLE!” Hermione said laughing and smacking him in the face with the pillow. Malfoy growled and rolled over on Hermione, throwing her arms above her head and pinning her to the bed.

"I love you Malfoy."

"I love you more, Malfoy," Hermione said as Draco slid his tongue into her mouth.

The

End

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Thanks to all the wonderful reviewers. You are always appreciated.
CONGRATS TO SMURPHY & xD for figuring this out! xD was only one I noticed that said Millicent, while Smurphy put together the fact that the MInister was involved too :P WTG !! Good Job!

Tell me what ya think, but please try not to ruin the ending for others in your reviews! That being said, I am anxious to see how you liked my ending! I do have a follow up fic intended for this series called Broomsticks and Bedfellows….However, I want to let Draco and Hermione be happy for a little while, before I start messing with them again. Stay tuned! Not sure when I will start the next Broomsticks story. Could be a week or two or could be tomorrow, though I do intend on working on the book I am writing that I hope to get published someday soon.

Really hope you enjoyed. This was my first attempt at a Romance/Whodunnit. I’m sure some of you felt like I should have given more clues BUT two of you figured it out so I must have done something right. I also am lousy at punctuation so I apologize for lacking or misplaced comma’s. Anways…it is what it is  God Bless..It’s 3am now so I’m going to sleep.