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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
17
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9,640
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37
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Somebody's Eyes are Watching
Draco couldn’t believe his eyes at what he was looking at. Not only had she gone and done the exact thing he had told her not to do, she had gotten herself caught.
Draco paced through the lavishly decorated drawing room of Malfoy Manor. It had been nineteen years since the defeat of the Dark Lord and Draco had made sure that his home was purged with any and all evidence against him and his family’s involvement with the Death Eaters. The Dark Mark had been removed from his family and everything had been restored the way Draco wanted.
The drawing room was now decorated in a soothing blue trim with rich green paint and dark cherry wood furniture that now brought out the beauty of the old intricate detailing of the beautiful home. He had fixed the arrangement so that warm blue loveseats and lounge chairs were placed around the coffee table and before the beautiful fireplace that held above it a portrait done of the Malfoy family.
Draco stared at this now. Lucius smirked half heartedly with his arm on Narcissa’s shoulder. Draco and his wife Astoria stood behind the chair Narcissa was sitting in and a three year old Scorpius sat smiling up at the photographer, nestled in his grandmother’s lap. Draco no longer looked like the boy he was in this picture. Draco had filled out adding muscle to his chest and midsection and grown just a hair taller. His hair was short and cut sideways across his face and stuck up just a little in the back to make the white blond hair not look so thin. Draco wore classy clothing as well as Muggle attire to try and bring himself into this unified world, but much to his dismay his wife refused to conform.
Draco let his eyes admire Astoria. In the picture she was a beautiful woman with black waist length hair and beautiful blue eyes that pierced from her frame and a smile that drew the eye to her warm voluptuous lips. The woman in that picture was not the woman he was now looking at in the Daily Prophet.
Astoria had become a heartless witch. Now that their only son had moved to Hogwarts, Astoria was left with only the local politics to cipher through and cipher through them she did. It was then that she discovered the new laws that were being set up to prevent pure-blooded families from having exclusive rights that Half-breeds and “Mud bloods” were unable to benefit from. This infuriated her and although her cause was just in the eyes of some of the older pure-blood families that were left after the fall of the Dark Lord, she had gone too far this time.
“Head Auror, Harry Potter, rounded up 27 Witches and Wizards that were involved in the attack, several of which were the owners of the wands that killed the six aurors. The protesters will stand trial on the 17th of this month to determine the punishment for their crimes.”
And of course Astoria Greengrass Malfoy had been arrested and found with a wand that had performed the killing curse. And on none other than his old schoolmate Ron Weasel…Weasley. Another thing Draco had tried to become accustomed to now that he and Potter were civil. Civil wasn’t going to be enough now that it was his wife that had killed Potter’s best friend. He knew Astoria was going to be convicted of it and he knew right away that she was going to get the kiss for it. This was just the news that Draco wanted after he had tried nineteen years to redeem his family in the eyes of the public. Once a Malfoy, always a Malfoy.
Hadn’t Granger said that too him when he had tried to make amends to her?
He also knew that no matter how much he tried to care about this…he just couldn’t and couldn’t bring himself to care about anything but Scorpius.
He had married Astoria for blood. She was pure-blooded. Their marriage was about anything but love. Their marriage was a fight for a continuation of a species that was slowly dying out and it was this fight that had now lost Scorpius his mother. The only thing Draco could think about was his son.
No matter how hard he had tried to raise Scorpius right, Astoria had still beaten the pure-blood shit into his mind and taught him that Muggle-borns stole magic from those that had it. She had dared to teach the theories of the Dark Lord to HIS son. His only son.
And now because of her and her insistence on this meaningless law not being passed Scorpius was going to be his only son.
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It had been days since the attack at the Ministry. Long days and long nights where the children would awaken calling for their father and only silence would answer them. It was cold. Hermione stood bundled up beside the gravesite that now claimed another Weasley. Right next to Fred’s grave lay another headstone, inscribed the same way and in the same colors.
“RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY
1980-2017
Here lies a member of the Golden Trio and a loving father who served to save the Wizarding world from the evils of the Earth. May he Rest in Peace.”
Hermione could only stare at the grave of her departed husband. She stood before it casting a shadow across the front with her body and shuddering although there was no wind to blow against her long brown hair. The tears still would not come. She had stared at the corpse of her husband as they placed him in the earth and even then the tears did not come. Days had passed and still Hermione had not cried for him.
As the minutes passed and she could only stand there, a small breeze caught the air and brought a scent of cheap wine and cologne across the graveyard toward the grieving widow. Underneath a large oak tree, someone was watching her.
Draco paced through the lavishly decorated drawing room of Malfoy Manor. It had been nineteen years since the defeat of the Dark Lord and Draco had made sure that his home was purged with any and all evidence against him and his family’s involvement with the Death Eaters. The Dark Mark had been removed from his family and everything had been restored the way Draco wanted.
The drawing room was now decorated in a soothing blue trim with rich green paint and dark cherry wood furniture that now brought out the beauty of the old intricate detailing of the beautiful home. He had fixed the arrangement so that warm blue loveseats and lounge chairs were placed around the coffee table and before the beautiful fireplace that held above it a portrait done of the Malfoy family.
Draco stared at this now. Lucius smirked half heartedly with his arm on Narcissa’s shoulder. Draco and his wife Astoria stood behind the chair Narcissa was sitting in and a three year old Scorpius sat smiling up at the photographer, nestled in his grandmother’s lap. Draco no longer looked like the boy he was in this picture. Draco had filled out adding muscle to his chest and midsection and grown just a hair taller. His hair was short and cut sideways across his face and stuck up just a little in the back to make the white blond hair not look so thin. Draco wore classy clothing as well as Muggle attire to try and bring himself into this unified world, but much to his dismay his wife refused to conform.
Draco let his eyes admire Astoria. In the picture she was a beautiful woman with black waist length hair and beautiful blue eyes that pierced from her frame and a smile that drew the eye to her warm voluptuous lips. The woman in that picture was not the woman he was now looking at in the Daily Prophet.
Astoria had become a heartless witch. Now that their only son had moved to Hogwarts, Astoria was left with only the local politics to cipher through and cipher through them she did. It was then that she discovered the new laws that were being set up to prevent pure-blooded families from having exclusive rights that Half-breeds and “Mud bloods” were unable to benefit from. This infuriated her and although her cause was just in the eyes of some of the older pure-blood families that were left after the fall of the Dark Lord, she had gone too far this time.
“Head Auror, Harry Potter, rounded up 27 Witches and Wizards that were involved in the attack, several of which were the owners of the wands that killed the six aurors. The protesters will stand trial on the 17th of this month to determine the punishment for their crimes.”
And of course Astoria Greengrass Malfoy had been arrested and found with a wand that had performed the killing curse. And on none other than his old schoolmate Ron Weasel…Weasley. Another thing Draco had tried to become accustomed to now that he and Potter were civil. Civil wasn’t going to be enough now that it was his wife that had killed Potter’s best friend. He knew Astoria was going to be convicted of it and he knew right away that she was going to get the kiss for it. This was just the news that Draco wanted after he had tried nineteen years to redeem his family in the eyes of the public. Once a Malfoy, always a Malfoy.
Hadn’t Granger said that too him when he had tried to make amends to her?
He also knew that no matter how much he tried to care about this…he just couldn’t and couldn’t bring himself to care about anything but Scorpius.
He had married Astoria for blood. She was pure-blooded. Their marriage was about anything but love. Their marriage was a fight for a continuation of a species that was slowly dying out and it was this fight that had now lost Scorpius his mother. The only thing Draco could think about was his son.
No matter how hard he had tried to raise Scorpius right, Astoria had still beaten the pure-blood shit into his mind and taught him that Muggle-borns stole magic from those that had it. She had dared to teach the theories of the Dark Lord to HIS son. His only son.
And now because of her and her insistence on this meaningless law not being passed Scorpius was going to be his only son.
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It had been days since the attack at the Ministry. Long days and long nights where the children would awaken calling for their father and only silence would answer them. It was cold. Hermione stood bundled up beside the gravesite that now claimed another Weasley. Right next to Fred’s grave lay another headstone, inscribed the same way and in the same colors.
“RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY
1980-2017
Here lies a member of the Golden Trio and a loving father who served to save the Wizarding world from the evils of the Earth. May he Rest in Peace.”
Hermione could only stare at the grave of her departed husband. She stood before it casting a shadow across the front with her body and shuddering although there was no wind to blow against her long brown hair. The tears still would not come. She had stared at the corpse of her husband as they placed him in the earth and even then the tears did not come. Days had passed and still Hermione had not cried for him.
As the minutes passed and she could only stand there, a small breeze caught the air and brought a scent of cheap wine and cologne across the graveyard toward the grieving widow. Underneath a large oak tree, someone was watching her.