What I\'ve Always Known

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot. I also don\'t own the line \"You are my only one.\" it is from a song called Only One, by Yellowcard.

A/N: Well ladies and gents, the final chapter. I do hope to start a new fic soon, but I\'m quite fresh out of ideas. But I shall busy my brain with puzzling over possible plots. Until then, thank you for your excellent reviews and feedback. I hope you enjoyed reading this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it and reading your excellent reviews. Thank you again!

There’s Nothing More To Say


One long, restless, fidgety hour later, Hermione finally gave up on any hope of sleep until at least midnight, and went downstairs into the front room to wait. She seated herself on a sofa in front of their bay window and kept her eyes on the walkway.

Silver moonlight dappled their green, neatly trimmed hedge and washed over the empty streets and abandoned cars. Everything was silent and empty, motionless. Hermione sighed and rested her head on her arms. Every movement caught her eye and gave her heart pause. Until finally, when she thought her nerves were rubbed raw; a glint of blonde hair and silvery eyes emerged from behind a house.

Hermione didn’t bother getting up; the door was unlocked. A leaden weight set in Hermione’s stomach as he opened the door slowly and tentatively. As soon as his dark figure turned the corner, Hermione felt the need to say a thousand different things to him. Instead, she clenched her fists until her nails dug deep into her palms and bit her lip. Not knowing what else to do, she said the first words she could think of as he sat down on the coffee table opposite her.

“Start talking.” Hermione cringed as the words popped out with an underlying Neanderthal tone.

“First read.” Draco pulled a long scroll tied with a black velvet ribbon out of his pocket, and laid it in her lap.

Hermione looked up at him skeptically, but he merely nodded at the scroll and rested his chin in one hand.

Hermione sighed and slid the ribbon off, unfurling the scroll on her lap. Her eyes slid rapidly over the scratchy, black inked writing.

Dear Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy:

Due to the recent and most valid arrest of your husband, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, we regret to deliver you news of a most somber nature. First of all, all titles obtained and earned by Mr. Lucius Malfoy will be stripped of your namesake and all those in the future. All possessions still either partial or complete property of any branch of the Ministry of Magic will be reclaimed, including any object or species currently under investigation.

As of the day this is received, Master Draco Lucius Malfoy will inherit the remaining of the Malfoy state to take under immediate management. Due to the past history of the business dealings of the Malfoy Estate and Company, the Ministry has deemed it fit to both monitor and interfere when necessary in such business affairs.

If you have any questions about how things will be run, please contact the Ministry through The Floo Network at the specified visiting hours.

Yours Sincerely,

Madam Walgmount

P.S. Be warned; sooner or later, greed is the end Master Malfoy.


Hermione looked up from the letter with her mouth agape. She imagined it made her look something along the lines of an electrocuted orangutan, but this was so much to take in. The ministry, and not to mention Draco’s mother, had unloaded more
responsibility onto his shoulders in one moment than most wizards shouldered in a lifetime.

“Draco...I-“

“It’s not an excuse. I know that. I just needed you to know, whatever your decision.” Draco’s voice broke and he dropped his gaze to the cracks in the floorboards. Hermione stared down at the scroll still open in her limp hands and noticed water spots on it.
They were fresh and it was only a moment before she realized she was crying…crying for Draco. Hermione swallowed her tears as best as she could, and finally voiced the question that had stayed with her ever since Draco’s first visit in the daylight hours.

“What made you come after me?”

Draco looked up at her and held her gaze for endless, breathless moments.

“Because I can’t face life without you Hermione.”

The room practically shuddered with emotion as the words just spoken hit Hermione full force.

“I haven’t been fair to you.” Hermione whispered. Draco’s forehead creased ever so slightly in confusion. “I should have listened to you. I didn’t. I wasn’t fair to you. I’m sorry.”

And so they sat for quite some time, in silence and thought, bathed in the silver glow of the moon.

“I don’t know what else to say Hermione.”

“That’s because it’s all been said.” Hermione couldn’t stand herself any longer. She leaned forward and caught Draco’s mouth with hers in a passionate kiss. When Draco responded after his brief moment of still shock, Hermione felt her anger slide away. Her hands roamed over inch of him while he pushed her back on the couch and lay on top of her. It was only when he ripped her night shirt up over her head that Hermione realized how much she needed him.

“Draco…”

“Right here love.” Draco kissed down the side of her neck and Hermione let her head fall to the side to allow his better access. Hermione couldn’t get enough of him fast enough for her liking. She wanted to be as close to him as possible and suddenly it seemed impossible that they had ever been apart.

“You are my only one…” Hermione whispered as Draco entered her.

Draco kept eye contact while moving in and out of Hermione, something she found so purely erotic and emotionally moving. He lowered his mouth to hers, still keeping his stormy grey eyes, darkened with lust, trained on hers. He nipped her bottom lip as he pushed himself up on his arms for better leverage.

Stars started exploding in front of Hermione’s eyes. Draco’s hair was damp with sweat and falling into his eyes. Hermione reached up and ran her fingers through it, bringing his mouth back to hers as she climaxed.

Hermione couldn’t remember catching her breath, or being lifted in Draco’s arms and carried up the stairs. All she remembered was falling asleep in the arms of the man she loved.

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Golden light illuminated Hermione’s room as the mornings minutes ticked on. Draco and Hermione had not moved all morning. It was almost eleven, and they had done nothing but talk and be with each other since eight thirty.

“Draco? Do you-“Hermione was cut off by her own stomach growling at such a remarkable volume that Draco jumped. Draco immediately collapsed into hysterical laughter while all the blood from every other area of Hermione’s body rushed to her cheeks.

“I guess that would be the que for breakfast.” Draco got out of bed and pulled boxers and a t-shirt on. Hermione supposed she should get up and show him to the bathroom or something, be a hostess, but right now she was about the farthest thing from caring possible.

Hermione stuffed her face into the pillow and shrieked at the top of her lungs.

“What was that?” Draco called.

“Ungh.” Hermione called back, still mortified.

Hermione lay there wishing she could give Draco a lobotomy. He would surely bring it up at every possible moment, even when it didn’t make anything close to sense, just to see her squirm. The Slytherin in him wouldn’t let him remain quiet for too long.

Still, she pulled on an old pair of shorts featuring a Muggle sports team and a sweatshirt, and made her way slowly down the stairs to the kitchen.

“Omelet’s suit you alright?” Draco asked, looking completely out of place busying himself around the stove with pots, pans, and numerous kitchen utensils.

Hermione mouth instantly began to water as she set about setting the table for them. She was just laying out the silverware when the phone on the wall next to the stove rang loudly, nearly causing Draco to drop the frying pan.

“Granger residence,” Hermione chirped into the phone, in a considerable better mood now that Draco had embarrassed himself as well.

“Well it’s about time! Where have you been young lady?” Mrs. Granger’s stern voice greeted Hermione on the line.

“Sorry mum, I’ve just been busy with unpacking and school work.” She widened her eyes at Draco, trying her best to communicate the need for silence. The wicked grin that bloomed on Draco’s face was a sight that caused her to start sweating. Of all the personality traits that belonged to Draco, predictable was not one of them.

Careful to make the mandatory trivial chat with her mother seem as normal and relaxed as possible, Hermione watched as Draco sank to his knees on the kitchen floor in front of her and started tugging on her shorts. She let out an alarmingly high-pitched
squeak when she realized his intentions, but quickly masked it with a cough. Her mother launched into a long and supernaturally boring story about Mr. Grangers’ business dealings in Bombay as Hermione interjected the appropriate noises of interest and affirmation.

Her mothers voice melded to a dull buzz in Hermione’s ear as every particle of her being focused on Draco, now lifting her left leg over his shoulder.

“It’s not nice to ignore your elders.” He said devilishly. “Tell your mother about your school work.” Draco ordered more than suggested.

“Well, my new subJECTS-“Hermione’s voice rocketed several notches in volumes as Draco ran his tongue up her slit.

“Hermione? Hermione dear, are you all right? Are you there?” Mrs. Granger was obviously getting increasingly irritated.

“Um, yes, yes sorry mum. So-so anyway, Potions is going the same as always. We…uhn…we’re-um-starting…things…in….” Hermione’s eyes had rolled back up in her head. She could feel Draco’s shoulders shaking from amusement, but she couldn’t care less; as long as he didn’t stop working his tongue inside of her.

“Hermione, are you watching the telly? You know that aggravates me. You can’t focus on anything can you?”

“No mum, I just…jus…. didn’t…SLEEPLASTNIGHT!” Hermione ended up shouting the last three words into the receiver as her orgasm exploded over and around her.

“Ohdearme!” Mrs. Granger’s voice sounded distant as Hermione heard the phone being dropped to the floor on her mother’s end.

“Sorry mum, I’ve got to go. I’ll call you in a bit.” Hermione more or less panted into the phone before slamming it back onto its receiver and collapsing back onto the counter.

“Well that was quite the rude farewell Hermione Granger.” Draco said straightening up and pulling Hermione to him.

Hermione opened her eyes and gazed out of the window as she caught her breath. Tiny white flakes were fluttering down from the sky, dusting the ground with a light frost. Hermione straightened her head off Draco’s shoulder and he looked around inquisitively. He followed her slightly stunned gaze to where the tiny flakes were now turning into plump snowflakes. Usually England got pouring rain for Christmas, but this year looked like the weather might finally grant the white Christmas they’d all been wishing for.

Draco stood behind Hermione and wrapped his arms around her waist. She smiled as he nuzzled his face into her neck and kissed her hair.

“Be mine always?” Draco whispered.

“I’ve always known I would be Draco.”


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