Unknown Love

Chapter 4 Remembering the Past / About Town

Waking up the next morning, Saturday morning, Draco smiled at the beautiful naked woman sleeping beside him. When he got out of the shower twenty minutes later, her sleep had turned from peaceful to anything but. She was thrashing at the covers, tears flowing down her face before she sat up, jolted awake, breathing heavily.

He quickly sat on the bed, pulling the trembling woman close. "It was just a nightmare," he whispered in her ear. "You're safe now."

Her tear stained face looked up at him. She had met this man less then two days ago, and he was promising her saftey. The thing that truely disturbed her, though, was that she believed him. She hadn't felt this safe in a long time. She leaned back into him, breathing in the scent of his cologne.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he inquired.

She thought about the question before saying, "Jared, you said you've been here for nine years. Where were you before? Or, really, were you in Britain for the war?"

He sucessfully covered his sudden uncomfortableness while nodding his head and simply answering, "Yes." What had he gotten himself into?

"Then you'll understand what I mean when I say that I'm alive. These Americans don't understand. To them, war is on muggle tv, in the newspapers. To us, it's in our homes, in our schools, in our families. But, let's just leave it at that, okay?" She looked up at him with pleading eyes while uttering the last word. She wasn't about to tell him that one of her best friends had been Harry Potter, Hero of the Wizarding World. She didn't notice the look of relief on his face as she let the memories come to her.

It had taken a full year and a half for Harry, along with his friends, to track down and destroy all of the Horcruxes. By the time that the only part of Voldermort's soul left was the small portion still in his body, half of the Order and at least a quarter of the Ministry had beed either brutally murdered, or killed off in a quick Adavra. Luna was gone, Seamus was gone, many countless others she had been to school with had died. Draco had died about a month before the final battle. They had never gotten along all that well, but the git didn't deserve to disappear like that. The worst was when the Weasley twins' joke shop was levelled, with them in it. Molly had been convinced it was because of the U-no-poo sign.

During the final battle, Wormtail had betrayed his Lord to fulfill his life debt to Harry, and Snape had shown his true colors by also going against Voldemort. Somehow, in his heart, Harry had forgiven the two; after all his Tom Riddle research, he had begun to see why people had gone over to this lord. Plus, hating them so much was tiring. Harry hadn't even had to use any unforgivables in killing the Dark Lord. With his friends around him, supporting him, he cast a Sectumsempra, and let the snake-man bleed out; every now and then someone would throw in a fire curse, or a suffocating curse or something to make sure it hurt. Unfortunately, it didn't take long.

The Ministry hadn't been convinced of the death, so they dismembered the body and burnt each piece individually. It wouldn't have made a difference if he still had had any horcruxes left, but as the Ministry didn't know of their existance, it succeeded in giving them peace of mind. It had been unbelievable. After all that work, Voldemort was dead, never to come back. Even better, her closest friends had all miraculously survived.

Six months later, on the anniversary of the great day, was Ron and Hermione's wedding. It was held at the Burrow, with only family and close friends invited. Just before they got to the vows, the party was ambushed by some of the Death Eaters that had escaped capture, including Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange, McNair, and Crabbe; in all it was about ten people; but they had the element of surprise on their side.

Half of them came after the wedding party, which consisted of Hermione and Ginny, as her maid-of-honor, and Fleur as a bridesmaid, as well as Ron and Harry, as the best man and Neville as an usher. The other half worked at subduing the crowd.

Harry was brought down first, with three simultaneous Adavra's. He never stood a chance. This put everyone in an extreme panic. Ron was throwing out curses like crazy, while Hermione was trying to undo the bubble that held in the guests, making them as good as paraplegic squibs. Fleur was protecting her so she could keep her concentration.

Neville made it his business to kill Bellatrix. Ron was stunned, and the Death Eater who did it put up a shield around the two in a matter of a second, so no one could get in to help the groom. He sat above Ron, sending tens of curses that most of the party had never heard before, into the boy's head. By the time the Death Eaters were captured, killed, or disapparated with the knowledge that they had killed Harry Potter, the semi back-to-normal worlds of all present were once again shattered.

Ron was immediately brought to St. Mungo's but they could do nothing to help him. He went in states from sitting there with a catatonic glaze in his face to murderously violent in a matter of seconds, with absolutely no trigger. In the end, he was put in the Permanent Spell Damage ward under a myriad of potions to keep him sedated.

Harry's service was held at Hogwart's, where he had always felt the most at home, with even more witches and wizards attending than even Dumbledore's. It was also much more somber; the war had been over and the boy had spent his whole life in a hell of sorts; he was just really beginning to live it. Plus, he saved the world from total annihilation.

Hermione's first two years after her non-wedding were spent trying to find a potion that could bring Ron back to her. She only gave up after the insistence of the rest of his family that she stop being miserable and try to find something that could bring her joy, rather than just the disappointment that every failed potion brought her, and them.

She dated every now and then, but knew she would never meet anyone who could ever possibly measure up to Ron. Then she met Aaron. For the first time in a long time, everything seemed to be going right. Eventually she fell in love with him, and he asked her to marry him. Then, seemingly out of the blue, the incident, as it had become known as, happened. Looking back, she could see the signs had been there for a while. She sighed as she thought how hindsight is 20-20. No wonder she was leery about men now. But Jared was, well, she didn't know, but it definately felt good. Her heart was at its lightest it had been in a while. She smiled as she leaned up to kiss the man before going to take a shower of her own.


*****

As Draco cooked up quiche for breakfast, he also was remembering. When he decided to switch sides, he wasn't at all shocked that the Griffyndor trio wasn't all too trusting of him, despite the fact that Harry believed he never would have killed Dumbledore.

While he would now never be able to turn spy, like Snape, he was still able to help give information. Particularly about the younger sect of Voldemort's followers, and how they thought in comparison to how their parents thought. He had also been a strong player for the light in many battles, killing a good number of Death Eaters, including his father. His mother had hanged herself at the news. It still weighed on his heart; he had always loved the woman so much.

When the Ministry set up his "death" he came right to the States, where he had been ever since. When he first got here, he was started as an intern. He had first changed his looks with glamours, but they were easily seen through if you knew what to look for. Over the years, more and more different potions became available to him to keep his image consistant and impenetrable.

He dated often, though rarely seriously. Whenever he felt himself getting close to someone he pulled away. He didn't want to live a lie any more than he had to, but he couldn't tell anyone of his past. That was the worst part. He had to keep it all to himself, bottled up inside. A few years back, he had started to fall in love. As soon as he realized it, he dumped her straight away and went on a week-long bender, ending with him in a muggle jail cell overnight for disturbing the peace. That night had given the local Obliviators a bit of work.

Two years ago when the last of the known Death Eaters had been captured, no one would have put up a fight if he had insisted on going back to being Draco Malfoy. The thing was, he enjoyed who he had become. He liked going to work and feeling like he did something with his life other than being a spoiled brat. He especially liked earning his own gold and not having it handed to him. Over the years, the Malfoy fortune had been moved to untraceable locations in the Cayman Islands, and then transferred into his accounts, but he barely used any of it. He mostly gave anonymous donations to centers for those affected by the war.


*****

By the time Hermione was out of the shower and dressed, he had the table all set, the quiche as the centerpiece, with toast, butter, jam, fruits, and and array of juices ready for her to decide on her liking.

After breakfast, Draco decided to give Hermione a proper tour of the city he now called his own. He had already learned of her love of knowledge, so most of the places had to do with history. He started his tour at the Boston Harbor. After saying a charm that would make it sound as if he were speaking a non-existent European language so any muggle who heard them wouldn't understand, he started to talk.

"As I'm sure you know, Aurora, Muggle history shows how the Puritans came over to America to be free of oppression. What they don't know is, so did we. It could have been disasterous considering that even though they weren't tolerated in their homeland, they were more prejiduced to outsiders than even they had recieved---"

"You could be talking just as easily about how muggleborns get treated to this day, especially by purebloods, " Hermione cut in with obvious distaste.

Startled by this reaction, Draco paused for a moment and thought about it. "Well, I guess you're right. It took me a while to get over the supremecy that my parents engrained into me. Judging by your reaction, though, you must not be pureblood."

"Nope, I'm muggleborn," she stared defiantly at him as if expecting a cutting remark, or even for him to flee from her presence.

Holding his palms up, he responded, "I'm okay with that. I just said it took a long time to get over my parents teachings, but I've done it, and my life is better for it." Then he took her in his arms and gave her a gentle kiss, as if to prove his point.

"Now, where was I?" said Draco, going back into tour guide mode as they kept on walking. "So, the Puritans were a bunch of wankers, and we didn't want to be all too close to them, so we created our own little townships. The oldest of these townships that's still around today is here in Boston. It's called "New Diagon Alley." Really inventive names those colonists came up with." He rolled his eyes, causing Hermione to laugh before he continued on.

"Nowadays, though, it's just known as "The Alley." Have you been there yet, or have you just been to muggle Boston?"

"No, I've only been to muggle Boston."

"Then I'll have to take you there one of these days."

"How does one get in?" she wondered.

"Well, if you walk in from the street, it's a little down that road over there. Their pub entrance is called "The Snapped Wand," and you can floo into there. When we go, you'll see that it's pretty well based off Diagon Alley, but there's definately the Boston feel to it." He came to a stop as he looked down into Hermione's pretty face. "Now, if you hold onto me, I'll apparate us to the next stop on the tour."

Rather than just hold onto his arm, she pulled him into a quick kiss before laying her head on his chest, arms around his neck. "Ready."

With a pull and a pop, they were in an old cemetary. Looking around, Hermione glanced up at her companion questioningly. "Right over this way," he said in response, holding her hand while leading the way. He brought her to a 30-square-yard area that held nothing but red thorney bushes with a pungent purple flower.

"This is the site of the largest polyjuice explosion in history. It levelled five houses and caught seven more on fire. Took the whole township to put the fire out. The flowers there have overrun everything that has ever been tried to be put there since. It's generally thought that it's a reaction from the potions that were both in the potion and the ones used to try to put out the flames, as just water didn't work anywhere the potion had hit."


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A few hours later, the two were eating a late lunch of club sandwiches at an outdoor bistro. Draco was amazed at how well he and Aurora got along, as they had really just met. Sure, he had started to fall for Marci, and yeah he had dumped her just because of that fact, but the more he thought about it, the less he saw a long-term thing there..... she was smart, but a little too much of an airhead to challenge him the way he liked. But Aurora, she had it all; beauty, brains, and logic. Plus she was great in bed, he mused with a smile on his face.

"What are you smiling at?" she demanded to know.

"The thought of you in my bed," he answered, his smile tranforming into a smirk as he watched her face turn a lovely shade of pink.

"So, to change the subject, I'm quite impressed with your tour guide skills. Obviously, I had read about some of that stuff, but you always seemed to know the extra little detatil."

"Well, thanks, I guess, " he responded, waiving off the praise. "What can I say.... I'm just a show-off at heart."

"Then why don't you take me home and show off some of your other mad skillz."

With that sentance, Draco burst out laughing. "Mad skillz?" he asked.

"That's what I said."

"Then let's go."

After the ten minute walk to her hotel, which she insisted on taking, they arrived to her room in pretty much the same condition as the first night. This time around, though, Hermione spelled away their clothes before they got the chance to get in the way. In a flash they were in the bed, her legs over his shoulders, with him making long, slow thrusts into her. She gave a throaty moan as she pulled his face closer to hers, and when their lips met it was with passion and electricity. She moved her ministrations down his neck, leaving love bites and hickeys as he pumped harder and harder into her soft body. When she came, her nails left long scratches along his back. A minute later, when he had released his seed deep within her, he lay motionless on top of her, snuggling his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent.

After a few minutes like this, Hermione could feel him start to harden again inside her. She pulled herself away and brought him back to a full hard-on with her hand, eliciting his moans. She licked her way from the tip of his penis all the up to his mouth before turning her head to whisper in his ear. "I want you to do me doggystyle."

His eyes, which had been at half mast were suddenly wide open as he searched her face before she was kissing him, her tongue searching the inside of his mouth. Their tongues did battle for a minute before he pulled away. She turned around so that she was on all fours, and Draco went behind her. He widened her stance with his hands while he licked her pert ass. He guided his member to her opening and pushed in. Once he filled her up, he started thrusting back and forth, one hand working her clit, the other massaging her breasts in turn. He occupied his mouth by nipping, licking, and kissing her back and neck, leaving an occasional mark. After they both came again, they fell into a blissful sleep.

Waking up around dinner time, Hermione sent him home. She had been in his presence for over 24 hours and she wanted some time for herself to think while taking a long, soothing, bubbly bath.