Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

The Ministry in the interest of preventing such blood separation and segregation between Wizarding classes, made classes more integrated. In addition, the social schedule nearly tripled. A Homecoming dance was recommended for the second weekend of the year.

This was the first of many social events that the Quidditch Coach engineered. This seemed an odd choice of coordinator, unless you knew Blaise Zabini. The students had never had so much opportunity to get to know each other.

It was almost as if this is in promotion of the new Marriage law that was about to be passed again, to promote wellness between Muggleborn and Purebloods.

The first week back was the hardest in many ways. Hermione managed to avoid seeing Draco most of the time, since the classes she chose to continue did not involve the Dark Arts. Somehow, this did not make her feel better.

Hermione thought that the routine would be hard, flirting and driving Draco crazy, working on projects and taking care of Devan, but she discovered that everyone was interested in taking time to help her watch him. Another turn of events, allowed for students and teachers to date, if they are both of legal age.

This was something that Hermione suspected Blaise was responsible for, simply to cover his own indiscretions with a certain Ms. Weasley, who came of age, roughly a week ago. Mariah initially was cheered by this thought, but Snape still treated her as if she had the plague.

Neville and Luna revealed to the delight of the group that they had secretly married shortly after Voldemort’s death and due to her desire to remain in school, had kept it a secret. Upon the revelation of new student/teacher policies, they moved in together, in his professorial quarters.

Hermione felt more alone then ever. Mariah and her became fast friends, through their mutual misery together, and today was no exception.

Hermione had left Devan with Madam Pince today, who surprisingly, adored babies, even though she hated children. Hermione intended to meet up with Mariah in the library when suddenly she was aware of someone watching her.

Hermione felt a prickling on the back of her neck, and suddenly from out of nowhere, Terry Boot sat down across from her.

“Hullo clever girl,” smiled Terry.

Hermione smiled genuinely across at Terry. He had been held prisoner with George Weasley and had helped storm the Ministry with Shacklebolt. Terry was back to finish his exams to become an Auror.

“I just had a quick question. Nothing terribly exciting, but would you go to the Dance with me?” murmured Terry with a nonchalant smile.

“Pardon, what?” exclaimed Hermione in shock. “Terry, you know I am a single mother, not the best candidate for a school dance.”

Terry shrugged lazily. “I know you are beautiful and smarter then anyone in Ravenclaw. Do not discount your charms, Hermione. You are a hero, and I am sure I will not be the last to ask you. Just think about it.”

Terry gaze an easy smile, and jumped out of the seat and sauntered off with an easy charm that almost reminded her of Blaise.

Hermione mulled over the books in front of her, her thoughts on Terry’s question. She was so bloody lonely, having Draco’s constant companionship, and now this… the empty lull of being companionless…and at school, with two best friends gone.

Terry was right and several more offers approached her much to her dismay and shock, but after much consideration with several girl meetings, she decided she would go alone with Mariah.

“So it’s done then,” Mariah grinned slightly, and took a sip of her tea.

“Yes, I told him I would not go,” sighed Hermione, curling a lock of hair in her fingers. “It’s pointless to get involved or even pretend to.”

“Any progress with Malfoy?” questioned Mariah.

“No, he is hiding from me, the bloody coward,” scowled Hermione and she fisted her hands. “Every time I go to his room, he just left, or he is indisposed. What about you?”

“Oh, I haven’t bothered trying. He made it clear, we were just having fun, and now… he would rather dock points then talk to me,” murmured Mariah gloomily, as she poked her watercress sandwich.

Madam Puddifoot’s was a nice break from the school, and often the girls went there to talk about things. Hermione glared at a young couple snogging to their left.

“I miss sex,” groaned Hermione and she banged her head on the table.

Mariah laughed. “I know. You should just wait in his rooms and strip off all your clothes. If your naked, he wont be able to resist you. I am pretty sure.”

“Not with my present build. I still haven’t lost my baby weight,” cried Hermione into the table.

Mariah sighed. “If only it was that easy with Snape, but I actually have to face him in the morning. Double Potions tomorrow, ugh.”

Mariah stood up with a queer look on her face, and muttered. “Just because I am miserable does not mean you need to be. Draco stared at you like a untouchable Goddess most of the time, we just need to bring you to his level. I have an idea on how to help you get Draco back. See you later tonight. I need to go get some stuff.” She dashed off.

Hermione sighed into her teacup. She must really disgust Draco now. She weighed a stone more at least.

Hermione gathered her things and made her way back to Hogwarts, silently wondering if she would have the courage to do as Mariah suggested.

Hermione decided that she would. She would do it. Now, she just had to figure out how.



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Draco was bone deep tired. Sneaking looks at his son, and hiding from Hermione, while teaching first years was mind numbing. Draco wearily made his way up the stairs to the tower room he had been given.

Slowly he opened the door and pushed his way inside, stripping off his robes, he walked to the bathroom and shut the door. He ran the shower for a few minutes and then turned off the water when he realized he had heard something. Draco wrapped a towel around his middle and stepped out into the room.

Another giggle was heard from the closet door. Draco narrowed his eyes and wrenched the door open.

Inside, sat Lucinda Padma, a seventh year Hufflepuff. She was not wearing much. Her youthful body was flushed bright red and she had nice curves, even a little on the skinny side.

“Hullo Professor. You look right as rain,” purred the young girl and his eyes got wide.

“You know, its okay if we are together, the Ministry said so.” She leaned in, pressed a kiss against him, and placed her hands on his wet chest. He shoved her off him and stepped back, staring at the open door.

Hermione stood there with a look of shock, betrayal and worse, sad acceptance. Hermione was wearing a brilliant red nightdress, designed to allure, and it hugged her hips in a sexual way.

Draco felt himself get hard, just looking at her loose hair, brilliant and dark falling about her shoulders. Her luminous amber gaze, rounded with pain.

Lucinda gasped at Hermione in disbelief. “You can’t possibly think the Professor would choose you? You are fat now, and obviously loose, what with a bastard and all.”

Draco turned on Lucinda and hissed violently. “Don’t you ever speak to my wife like that! Besides, that bastard you refer to is MINE. Now leave us before I report you for sneaking into my room completely unwelcome.”

Hermione stared across at him in shock, and then her face became shuttered, as Lucinda began to cry and ran from the room, leaving them staring at each other.

“I thought you …”

“… No,” replied Draco clearly.

“Ah…I suppose now everyone will know,” murmured Hermione wearily.

Draco strode towards her and he shut the door behind her, pulling her inside. He touched her upper arm and then jerked back, as the softness of her flesh called to him.

Draco turned away from her and stared out the window. “The rumors will be nothing in a few days. It’s all very respectable.”

Hermione gave a pained laugh. “Yes, very respectable that you knocked me up.”

“That I knocked up my wife is to be expected.”

“I am not really your wife,” reminded Hermione with a tight smile.

“Actually you are. You signed the document necessary, months ago,” whispered Draco not looking at her.

Hermione gasped, and pressed a hand to her mouth, remembering an insistent Bill, shortly before she gave birth.

“You didn’t,” cried Hermione.

“I didn’t have any choice about it. I told you I would give the child my name. How else could I have done that?” murmured Draco with a guilty look, and he turned around to face her reluctantly.

“You condemned me to be with you forever? Untouched and unloved?” frowned Hermione, grabbing her belly.

“My apologizes, Madam, I simply wanted to guarantee you were kept safe,” Draco responded stiffly, staring at the ground now.

Hermione stepped forward and something loosened inside of her as she realized that Draco did love her, and now he was her husband, for better or worse.

Hermione licked her lip, studying the golden man in front of her. Everything was hers, his broad shoulders, narrow waist, elegant fingers and beautiful haunted eyes.

“Your mine,” she breathed and took another step towards him, her golden brown eyes narrowing in determination.

Draco took a step back gingerly and put his hands up. “Hermione don’t, nothings changed, we still are bad for each other. I could hurt you.”

“I could hurt you,” reasoned Hermione, stalking forward, until her breasts pressed up against him and the wall stopped his backward movement.

Draco hissed a breath through his teeth with a dark sigh. “Please, I cannot trust myself with you, Mione.” His voice dropped to a husky pleading tone.

Hermione had no mercy for him. Her eyes burned into his. Slowly Hermione backed up.

Her tone was deadly quiet. “Fine, then be prepared to be a cuckold. I am lonely Draco. I miss you. I miss your body, but since you cannot bring yourself to touch me, I may just take Terry Boot up on his offer.”

“That mangy wizard? The bloody Ravenclaw, he’s a pouf!” growled Draco, jealousy raged in his silver eyes.

“Then take me instead,” whispered Hermione, and she caught his hand and pressed it up to her breasts, her mouth descending on his own, fiercely. Draco resisted for a split second but the image of her kissing that pouf Boot, enraged him.

Draco spun her around, pushing her up against the wall, devouring her mouth. His hands worked through her straps of the nightdress, and tugged it to the floor. Hermione gasped in pleasure at the feeling of his hands on her, and she felt the heat forming between her legs.

“Gods, I want you so fucking bad, Malfoy.” Hermione hissed in his ear, cupping his cock through his robes. Her aggressiveness surprised and aroused him to the boiling point and he spread her legs apart and found her center.

“I’m sorry love, I just need this so bad,” groaned Draco, and he shoved himself inside her tight walls, her tightness pushing him over the edge.

Hermione had such longing built up that the pressure made her orgasm and she soaked his cock suddenly. Draco gasped, and thrust inside deeper, trying to hold on.

He drove into her, repeatedly, his mouth clinging to hers as he coaxed her to orgasm repeatedly, until she was weeping from pleasure. Hermione gripped Draco’s hair, and pressed her mouth to his ear, murmuring love words, and Draco finally could not contain himself and he burst inside her, coating her in his seed.

Draco panted looking at her lovingly. “My wife, I am such a thickhead.”

“Yes, you are, and I swear, thickhead or not, I will love you until eternity.” Draco felt the old magic pour over them, and Draco looked at her horrified by her oath.

Hermione looked satisfied and she nuzzled him gently.

“You made an oath!” Draco scowled at her.

“So?”

“Don’t you expect me to make one?” Draco looked at her suspiciously.

“You already have, my love,” murmured Hermione and she slid off him. “Now, come to bed, husband. Oh, and don’t let anymore little girls in here.” Hermione gave a knowing laugh and Draco narrowed his eyes.

“Why aren’t you angrier about everything? How did that girl get in here?” frowned Draco, tugging Hermione to push up against his chest.

Hermione dimpled slightly. “Why I let her in of course.”

“You clever little chit, you set me up!” growled Draco, and he nipped her lightly on the neck.

“I am sure I don’t know what you mean, Draco.”

Hermione kissed him lightly on the mouth and slightly congratulated Mariah’s techniques. The outfit and fit of jealousy had been pure genius. She really owed Mariah now.

Unfortunately, Mariah’s happiness was unlikely, given that it existed in the form of Severus-Wanker-Snape.




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I hate to do it to you, but I think this is perfect ending for this particularly hellacious horror of a story. So you can expect one more post but that's all for now.


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