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Chapter 6: The Ending
AN: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! Please forgive me. I forgot all about this. I thought I had updated already. :)
Here is the last chapter.
Chapter 6: The Ending
They’d said yes to the divorce.
The process wasn’t normally so quick but Kingsley assured them it would be done in a little over a week.
That day in the Minister’s office was imprinted in their minds permanently and the memory left them cold and confused. It was Hermione who said yes first. And though her words suggested one thing, her voice, quiet and weak, suggested something entirely different. Draco hadn’t done any better.
Still, they accepted. Why? Because it was what they had agreed to in the first place. Whether they wanted to stay together or not was irrelevant because they were convinced that the other wanted out.
And of course they wanted out. It wasn’t like they were in love. Hermione and Draco were as different as two people could get and still be people. He was cold, she was hot. He was cynical, she had hope.
He was lonely, and so was she….
Well, they weren’t as different as they assumed but it wasn’t something they’d ever admit to one another. Over the months they’d been married, Hermione and Draco had learned a lot about each other, more than they ever wanted to know. But, when it was all said and done, they were glad for it, for their experiences together.
And now, it was over.
“Thanks Harry, I’ll pick this stuff up as soon as I can.” Hermione said as she handed him one last box of books.
She was moving out of the manor. Now that she and Draco were no longer married (or soon-to-be no longer married), there wasn’t any reason for her to stay. She hadn’t found a place of her own yet but Harry assured her that she could stay with him as long as she needed. Because of the wards cast all around the manor, she had to move most of her things by hand, rather than transporting everything with magic. It made it so much more difficult. She didn’t want to look at the house any longer than she had to. She would miss it too much.
The pain in her chest grew stronger with each item she placed away. That only built upon her anger. She was pissed at the world and the fact that she was upset to be divorcing Malfoy didn’t help in anyway.
He wasn’t in the sunniest mood, either, she noticed. Draco sat in his office, brooding up a storm. She hadn’t seen him in hours, not since they woke up that morning. It was easier, she knew, not having to see him, but part of her wished he’d come down so she could say goodbye.
“I’ll see you in a bit, Hermione.” Harry kissed her cheek and flooed out.
And that was it. The only thing left to pack off… was herself.
Hermione sighed and ran her hands through her wild, frizzy hair.
“That it, Granger?”
She watched as Draco descended the stairs, his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyes red like he hadn’t slept well the night before. She knew how he felt.
“Back to last names then, are we?”
“Well, you are a Granger again.” He said it spitefully. Hermione glared at him, her lips pursed together. She was in a pissy mood and he was only making it worse.
“Yes, that’s right. Now you can throw a big party and celebrate. You’re a bachelor again, Malfoy, congratulations.”
“And you’re back to being a frigid bitch.”
“What is wrong with you?!” She stalked up to him and waved her arms in the empty air. “Why are you being so cruel? You got what you wanted.”
“We both did, apparently.” His voice was like ice in her veins and she had to flex her fingers to make the hurting stop.
“Don’t you dare presume to tell me what I want, Malfoy.” She crossed her arms over her chest and turned from him, shaking her head. He had no idea what she wanted. Hell, she didn’t even know!
The truth was, deep down, she Idid/I know what she wanted. And the problem came with actually going after it. Hermione wanted to stay married to Draco. She wanted to have a real life with him. Three months ago she laughed at the suggestion of them being together… or she would have if she hadn’t been so angry. But today? She couldn’t imagine it any other way.
Hermione Granger wasn’t a romantic. She knew love at first sight only happened in fairy tales and happy endings didn’t really exist. Love and marriage and life… those things took work. Work and devotion and pain and endurance. But, even after all of that, the results were so worth it.
The ending would never be perfect, but it could still be good.
“You don’t think I know what you want? Well, then, enlighten me.” Draco snapped. She stopped walking and turned back to him, her eyes full of determination.
“How about you tell me what Iyou/I want. I think that would be more interesting.”
“I want you!” He yelled, catching her by surprise. Still, she stood there, arms crossed, jaw set. “You’re leaving. Just like that, after everything. And I don’t want that. I want anything but that. Does that satisfy you?!”
He was breathing heavy and so was Hermione. She felt the heat prickling behind her eyes telling her the tears were waiting. She gulped against the silence, letting his words register in her mind.
He wanted her. To stay. To be his.
Everything seemed surreal in that moment. Draco had always been honest with her and this time was no different. But the effect it had was something she hadn’t been prepared for. Her body felt heavy with weights and her mind was sluggish. He wanted her, he wanted her, he wanted her… it kept repeating over and over again in her mind. She didn’t know what to think or say or do.
It had all started out as a lie; some scheme to get past the Ministry’s absurd new rules. How did it all change in a matter of months?
It didn’t matter how. All that mattered was that it had changed.
“I want you, too.” Her whisper was quiet but powerful. Draco’s eyes met hers and they simply looked at one another, reading all of the truths flashing across each other’s faces. Relief, sweet, calming relief, finally settled in over them and for the first time in hours, they could both finally breathe.
“So we stay together.”
“Yes.”
Draco closed the space between them and did something he had never done before.
He hugged her.
The divorce was canceled, and just in time.
Months later, Hermione and Draco were still together. They weren’t Iin love/I, at least, not in their opinions, anyway. But, they did love each other. They realized that there were many differences between them but as long as they tried to work around them and accept one another, then they would be alright. They still fought, constantly, but in reality, it only brought them closer. They had passion and lust and happiness and excitement, all rolled into one chaotic relationship. And all of those things, good and bad, meant love in their eyes, for better or for worse.
It was enough.
“You look lovely, Mrs. Malfoy.” Draco’s words were an echo from their first wedding and he smirked at her, that infamous, infuriating smirk, his eyes dancing with mirth. But though the words were the same, this time, he really meant them.
Smiling, Hermione took his hands in hers and they turned to face Kingsley at the alter. Behind them, hundreds of guests sat, witnessing the greatest wedding of the era, between the Mudblood and the Death Eater.
Who would have ever thought?
Here is the last chapter.
Chapter 6: The Ending
They’d said yes to the divorce.
The process wasn’t normally so quick but Kingsley assured them it would be done in a little over a week.
That day in the Minister’s office was imprinted in their minds permanently and the memory left them cold and confused. It was Hermione who said yes first. And though her words suggested one thing, her voice, quiet and weak, suggested something entirely different. Draco hadn’t done any better.
Still, they accepted. Why? Because it was what they had agreed to in the first place. Whether they wanted to stay together or not was irrelevant because they were convinced that the other wanted out.
And of course they wanted out. It wasn’t like they were in love. Hermione and Draco were as different as two people could get and still be people. He was cold, she was hot. He was cynical, she had hope.
He was lonely, and so was she….
Well, they weren’t as different as they assumed but it wasn’t something they’d ever admit to one another. Over the months they’d been married, Hermione and Draco had learned a lot about each other, more than they ever wanted to know. But, when it was all said and done, they were glad for it, for their experiences together.
And now, it was over.
“Thanks Harry, I’ll pick this stuff up as soon as I can.” Hermione said as she handed him one last box of books.
She was moving out of the manor. Now that she and Draco were no longer married (or soon-to-be no longer married), there wasn’t any reason for her to stay. She hadn’t found a place of her own yet but Harry assured her that she could stay with him as long as she needed. Because of the wards cast all around the manor, she had to move most of her things by hand, rather than transporting everything with magic. It made it so much more difficult. She didn’t want to look at the house any longer than she had to. She would miss it too much.
The pain in her chest grew stronger with each item she placed away. That only built upon her anger. She was pissed at the world and the fact that she was upset to be divorcing Malfoy didn’t help in anyway.
He wasn’t in the sunniest mood, either, she noticed. Draco sat in his office, brooding up a storm. She hadn’t seen him in hours, not since they woke up that morning. It was easier, she knew, not having to see him, but part of her wished he’d come down so she could say goodbye.
“I’ll see you in a bit, Hermione.” Harry kissed her cheek and flooed out.
And that was it. The only thing left to pack off… was herself.
Hermione sighed and ran her hands through her wild, frizzy hair.
“That it, Granger?”
She watched as Draco descended the stairs, his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyes red like he hadn’t slept well the night before. She knew how he felt.
“Back to last names then, are we?”
“Well, you are a Granger again.” He said it spitefully. Hermione glared at him, her lips pursed together. She was in a pissy mood and he was only making it worse.
“Yes, that’s right. Now you can throw a big party and celebrate. You’re a bachelor again, Malfoy, congratulations.”
“And you’re back to being a frigid bitch.”
“What is wrong with you?!” She stalked up to him and waved her arms in the empty air. “Why are you being so cruel? You got what you wanted.”
“We both did, apparently.” His voice was like ice in her veins and she had to flex her fingers to make the hurting stop.
“Don’t you dare presume to tell me what I want, Malfoy.” She crossed her arms over her chest and turned from him, shaking her head. He had no idea what she wanted. Hell, she didn’t even know!
The truth was, deep down, she Idid/I know what she wanted. And the problem came with actually going after it. Hermione wanted to stay married to Draco. She wanted to have a real life with him. Three months ago she laughed at the suggestion of them being together… or she would have if she hadn’t been so angry. But today? She couldn’t imagine it any other way.
Hermione Granger wasn’t a romantic. She knew love at first sight only happened in fairy tales and happy endings didn’t really exist. Love and marriage and life… those things took work. Work and devotion and pain and endurance. But, even after all of that, the results were so worth it.
The ending would never be perfect, but it could still be good.
“You don’t think I know what you want? Well, then, enlighten me.” Draco snapped. She stopped walking and turned back to him, her eyes full of determination.
“How about you tell me what Iyou/I want. I think that would be more interesting.”
“I want you!” He yelled, catching her by surprise. Still, she stood there, arms crossed, jaw set. “You’re leaving. Just like that, after everything. And I don’t want that. I want anything but that. Does that satisfy you?!”
He was breathing heavy and so was Hermione. She felt the heat prickling behind her eyes telling her the tears were waiting. She gulped against the silence, letting his words register in her mind.
He wanted her. To stay. To be his.
Everything seemed surreal in that moment. Draco had always been honest with her and this time was no different. But the effect it had was something she hadn’t been prepared for. Her body felt heavy with weights and her mind was sluggish. He wanted her, he wanted her, he wanted her… it kept repeating over and over again in her mind. She didn’t know what to think or say or do.
It had all started out as a lie; some scheme to get past the Ministry’s absurd new rules. How did it all change in a matter of months?
It didn’t matter how. All that mattered was that it had changed.
“I want you, too.” Her whisper was quiet but powerful. Draco’s eyes met hers and they simply looked at one another, reading all of the truths flashing across each other’s faces. Relief, sweet, calming relief, finally settled in over them and for the first time in hours, they could both finally breathe.
“So we stay together.”
“Yes.”
Draco closed the space between them and did something he had never done before.
He hugged her.
The divorce was canceled, and just in time.
Months later, Hermione and Draco were still together. They weren’t Iin love/I, at least, not in their opinions, anyway. But, they did love each other. They realized that there were many differences between them but as long as they tried to work around them and accept one another, then they would be alright. They still fought, constantly, but in reality, it only brought them closer. They had passion and lust and happiness and excitement, all rolled into one chaotic relationship. And all of those things, good and bad, meant love in their eyes, for better or for worse.
It was enough.
“You look lovely, Mrs. Malfoy.” Draco’s words were an echo from their first wedding and he smirked at her, that infamous, infuriating smirk, his eyes dancing with mirth. But though the words were the same, this time, he really meant them.
Smiling, Hermione took his hands in hers and they turned to face Kingsley at the alter. Behind them, hundreds of guests sat, witnessing the greatest wedding of the era, between the Mudblood and the Death Eater.
Who would have ever thought?