LIFETIME MATE

LIFETIME MATE

The following story is a sequel to \'A Mate for Life\'. Some of you may be disappointed on how I start my little story, but you\'ll have to just keep reading to find out what happens.

Disclaimer: I own no copyrights to Harry Potter and the characters. I would just like to say, that I do enjoy the books and the movies a great deal (can\'t wait for the third movie to come out in June).

Prologue

He lay on his stomach, enjoying the feel of her hands as they glided down the center of his back. She slid her palms outwards towards his sides at his waist, then slowly moved back up to come up to the center of his shoulders. With a bit more pressure, she then moved both of her thumbs in small circular motions on either side of his spine slowly moving down to his waist to then slip teasingly under his naked hips.

She leaned down kissing his cheek, then moved to his ear, where she drew the lobe into her mouth, “Enjoying yourself love?”

“Yes. Immensely. Are You?” Draco asked as she licked the side of his neck.

At his groan, she smiled against his neck, her warm breath tickling his skin, “Very much, but I’m just warming up.” She said huskily.

She licked and nibbled her way to the back of his shoulders as she glided both her hands down his back, her hair grazing the skin of his back. he the touch of her tongue and lips along his back, he groaned as he brought his hands to her smooth calves, that were on either side of his head. She continued to nibble her way down his back. While she leaned down going lower, her nipples, then her full breasts pressed against his back. By the time she reached his waist, he was shifting his hips uncomfortably, his erection starting to ache from her caresses with her hands and mouth on his back.

He still felt the imprint of her on his back as she sat back on her knees. “Okay, turn over.” She instructed, as she soothed her fingertips along his shoulders, never removing the contact as he turned onto his back.

She bent down to kiss his lips, “I see that you are liking this so far.” She smirked as she glanced down to his hips, where his hardened shaft was fully aroused.

“Only you can do that to me Hermione.” He said huskily as he raised his one knee up to get more comfortable.

She brought her warm hands to cup both sides of his face as she moved her thumbs along his jaw line to his neck, then to his chest. She placed her hands, palms down on his chest and slowly but lightly, started to rub his chest in small circular motions, not touching the nipples.

Draco lay there, his eyes closed, enjoying her touch, his breathing becoming erratic. He looked up to see her bare breasts hanging before his eyes. He brought his hands up to her sides where he pulled her a bit lower to take her nipple into his mouth as she reached out further down to his flat stomach. She arched her back forwards, and moaned out his name as his tongue flicked against her sensitive nipples. She reluctantly pulled back then glided her hands down to his hips where he raised himself at her touch, wanting more.

“Touch me Hermione. I need your hands on me.” He groaned as he slid his hands down her back then to her legs that were above his head.

He bent his neck back to see her slick folds glistening before him. He ran his hands down her thighs and nudged them apart more, where she moved up, her knees on either side of his head. She leaned down to lick his flat stomach as her one hand glided down to stroke his erection, rubbing her thumb along the slick crown of his cock. He groaned as he brought both knees up to raise his hips urging her to move lower. “Please Hermione.” He begged.

She licked her way down to touch the tip of her tongue against his engorged flesh, as she moved her hand lightly up and down his shaft. She licked her way around the head then flicked her tongue along his length, then blew on the area where her tongue was, teasing him.

At the feel of her tongue, he ran his hands to her bottom, urging her to move her hips lower. She spread out her legs more and lowered herself down onto his waiting mouth. Shanedaned against him as she felt his tongue delve into her inner folds. He stroked his tongue along her lips, taking them into his mouth as he flicked his tongue around them to finally plunge inside her wet heat.

At the first touch of his tongue, she moaned and wrapped her wet lips around the head of his erection, flicking and circling her tongue around the tip. She felt his one hand glide up her back to come around to pinch her nipple between thumb and forefinger, at the stimetime his tongue plunged deep inside of her. She moaned, him feeling the vibration on his erection as she took him all into her mouth as she gripped the base, her head moving up and down on him in a steady rhythm.

He raised his hips, fucking her mouth, as he swirled his tongue around her clit, then up to her slick folds. She moved her hips back and forth as his tongue gave more pressure against her. He found the faster he licked and sucked on her clit, the faster her lips moved on his shaft. He wrapped his lips around her clit, giving a light suction as he flicked his tongue unmfullfully against the hardened nub.

She groaned as she felt that oh so familiar heat build through her body. She took him all in until she felt him go deep in her throat. He moaned against her clit, as her legs tensed and she quivered and throbbed against his tongue. He glided his tongue down to her folds and sucked and lapped up her juices, savoring her taste.

She pulled back from his lips and swung her leg over where she turned around and slid down until his erection was at her entrance. She leaned down to his waiting mouth for a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue and lips. She slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him deep into her warmth. They both groaned into each others mouths as she slowly raised her hips, then to slide back onto him.

His eyes dark and heated, looked into hers as she rocked back and forth on his hardened shaft. She leaned back, her hands on the bed between his spread legs, her back arched up, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she grinded her hips against his.

Draco sat up, leaning on his hands as he raised his hips to meet the thrusts of her hips against his. He brought his one hand to the flat of her stomach, as his thumb moved lower to massage her clit. “Yes...... Draco, don’t stop.” She begged, moaning as she rode him. Draco’s fingers rubbed and pulled on her clit, as he watched her come apart before him. He felt her legs start to tense at his sides.

“Hermione.” He groaned as he grasped her hips with both hands to pull her hard against him, as he came deep inside of her.

At Draco’s strangled cry, Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist as she shuddered in release. Her inner walls throbbing around him. He pulled her up to wrap his arms around her as he kissed the side of neck. “I love you Hermione, always.” He said huskily.

She drew back, her arms around his back and neck to look into his eyes. “I love you too, so much.” As she softly touched her lips to his and let them linger there.


They slowly untangled themselves and laid back against the pillows of their bed. She rested her head against his chest, as his hand skimmed up and down her back. “Are you sure you can handle all this unpacking Hermione?” He asked as he looked around the bedroom of their new house.

Hermione looked around the bedroom at the boxes stacked up around the room. She couldn’t believe that it was already about a month since they both graduated from Hogwarts, and that they had found the perfect house to live in so soon. It was in an isolated area of a London suburb with a thick forest that went along the one side of the property, allowing them to roam around in their animagi state as tigers if they so wished.

She smiled, “No problem. Mum said she would come help me unpack and get settled on the weekend.” She leaned up to look at him. “Are you sure you need to go?”

He kissed the corner of her mouth, “Yes, I’m sure. Mum wants me to help gather some personal things from the mansion before she sells it. It’s only for a week, then it will be time for our wedding.”

“Hmm, next week, I’ll be Mrs. Malfoy. I like the sound of that.”

“Me too, very much so. Did you find a dress yet?”

She has been searching for a few months for that perfect dress, and yet has still not found it. “Not yet, Ginny and I have one last place to check out at the beginning of next week. She found her dress already.”

“That’s right. I forgot that her and Harry had set the date for their wedding at the beginning of September.”

“Yes, they wanted to set the date early, as Harry and Ron start their auror training at the Ministry about mid-September.”

“Don’t forget to buy some of those skimpy bikinis for our honeymoon in the Carribean.” He said suggestively.

“Well, seeing as it is a secluded area, and your private property, I wasn’t really planning on wearing much for those weeks. But for you, I will look for one or two bikinis to wear.”

He looked at Hermione as she grinned back at him impishly, “You will end up putting me in the hospital from exhaustion with those ideas.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you.....some of the time.” She chuckled as she pulled the covers up and laid her head back down on his chest. “Love you.”

“Love you too Hermione.” He replied as he drew her close to kiss the top of her head. Both slipping into dreams of what their honeymoon will be like in a couple of weeks, with and without the bikinis.


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The next morning, Hermione saw Draco off as he apparated to the Malfoy mansion, wishing he didn’t have to go. She made herself a pot of coffee as she started in on the boxes of books for their library. Around lunchtime, Ginny and her mum came by to help her unpack and settle in to her new house. They spent the day pleasantly, getting quite a bit done while they finished the final plans for the wedding in the following week.

After dinner of take out pizza that Hermione went to pick up by apparatinar bar by, they all sat back and relaxed in the library. Ginny looked at the boxed and boxes of books, “Are you sure those are all going to fit?” As she looked to the wall to wall bookcase.

“I think so. There is a lot there, isn’t there. And they are not just mine either, there’s quite a bit of Draco’s books in there too. I can’t wait to read some of them.” She said as she opened some of the boxes to peer inside. The three of them sat and sifted through the boxes, sorting them into different categories for the shelves. Ginny turned on a few lights as it started getting late. Hermione started to get up off the floor where she was sitting, when she felt her lower back ache. “Well, I think that’s a sign to call it quits for today.” She said stiffly.

“Well, honey, I’m going to head back home.” Danielle said to her daughter.

“You sure you don’t want to stay, we have lots of room here.” Hermione asked.

“Thanks, but I need to get up early tomorrow. Your father and I have a full day tomorrow at the clinic. I’ll talk to you next week.” Danielle said as she kissed Hermione’s cheek. Ginny and Hermione walked her to the car and watched her drive away. They went back into the house where Ginny told Hermione to lay on her stomach while she massaged the knot from her lower back.

“Feels good Gin, you’ll be a good healer.” Hermione stated as she relaxed against Ginny’s touch.

“Thanks Hermione. During the last year at Hogwarts this year, most of the classes will be geared towards potions and charms. It will be weird going back to school a married woman though.”

“What did your parents think of that?”

“They didn’t mind too much. They already think of Harry as their son anyway. I probably won’t even see Harry for most of the year, while he’s in auror training with Ron. Anyway, Harry wanted to make an honest woman of me instead of sleeping with me behind their backs.” Ginny chuckled as she kneaded the knot out of Hermione’s back.

Just then they hea scr screech as a large black owl flew through the open window to stand by Hermione. She sat up and untied the parchment from the owls leg, then watched it fly out the window.

“Who’s it from?” Ginny asked as she sat beside Hermione on the couch.

“It’s from Draco. He just left early this morning, why would he be sending me thinthing already. I hope nothings wrong.”

“Open it, only way to find out.”

Hermione opened the letter, and read it through, while Ginny read it beside her. It read:


Dearest Hermione, the love of my life,
I hasn’t even been a day and I miss you like crazy. As soon as I arrived here at the mansion, things were in an upheaval, as father’s lawyers were in the library talking to mum.
It seems that a couple of days ago, someone had sneaked into the Azkaban prison somehow and murdered father in the night. He was killed with a muggle weapon, I think they said it was called a gun. He was shot at close range in the head.
The lawyer went on to say that there was a witness to the crime from a fellow inmate. It was a woman with long black hair, that wore a deep burgundy cloak over her body and head, hiding her features. After she shot father, she left a single black rose at his side. The witness had heard father say a name before he died as he begged for his life. That name was Lizette Riddle.
I think with this information, we should inform the Ministry and the Order of this new development. Could this be Tom Riddle’s relative? My guess, is that is would be.
Father is dead. Should I be feeling remorse? I don’t feel anything for him, haven’t in a long time. In his will he left all his holdings to me. Not sure if I want to accept it though. What do you think ‘Mione?
Anyway, on a happier note. I just wanted to tell you that I miss you and I love you forever and always. See you next week, Mrs. Malfoy.

Love Draco


Hermione read the letter, then read it again. “We should go talk to Dumbledore about this Gin.”

“It’s getting late, why don’t we go first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Good idea. Why don’t you stay here tonight, then we can go right from here first thing to Hogwarts to talk to him.” Hermione suggested. Ginny nodded and agreed to stay.

They both went up to get one of the spare bedrooms ready for Ginny, talking about what the arrival of another Riddle may do to the wizarding world.

“It’s too bad about Lucius, but Mrs. Malfoy and Draco are better off without him. Draco has been a totally different person since his father was taken away.” Ginny said.

“They both got used to him not being around. They were very relieved when he left, no more physical or verbal abuse from him. They were able to do things for themselves, instead of always for him.” Hermione replied.

“So, Mrs. Malfoy. Are you happy?” Ginny asked mischievously.

Hermione smiled. “One more week. You know Gin, I miss him already, and it hasn’t even been a day. That bed is going to seem huge and empty to me tonight.”

“Well, we should turn in, it’s probably going to be a hectic day tomorrow. Then there’s dress shopping the day after to find you a wedding dress, there’s got to be one out there for you somewhere.” Ginny laughed as got ready for bed.

Hermione laughed with Ginny, “Goodnight Gin.”


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The next morning Ginny and Hermione apparated to the Hogwarts gates, where they then proceeded to walk up to the castle. They walked through the deserted hallways of the school, their steps echoing through the empty halls. They went to the transfiguration classroom first to see Professor McGonagall sitting at her desk writing in some kind of journal.

“Excuse us professor, but we need a moment of your time.” Hermione asked as she stepped forward to the desk.

McGonagall looked up, “Oh, Hermione, you startled me. I just actually finished writing up a recommendation for you to give to your headmaster at the wizarding University. I may as well give it to you now.”

“Thank you professor, that means a lot to me, but we wanted to ask you if Dumbledore is on the premises.”

McGonagall looked to Ginny then to Hermione, “Well yes, he is. He’s up in his office. Might I ask why you wish to speak with him?”

“It’s to do with the Order, and something he should be aware of. You should probably hear it also.” Hermione stated.

McGonagall nodded then led them to Dumbledore’s office where he was sitting back, his eyes closed listening to some classical music. McGonagall cleared her throat to get his attention, while the two girls sat in the two chairs in front of the desk.

He smiled and sat up, his hands resting on his chest. “Ah Hermione, I was not expecting to see you until next week to marry you and Draco. What brings you back to the school to see me? Nothing wrong I hope?”

Hermione gave an answering smile, “Nothing to do with the wedding. Draco and I are looking forward to it. The reason that brings us here is a letter that he sent to me last night.” She said as she unfolded the parchment and handed it to her former headmaster.

Dumbledore read it, then handed it to Professor McGonagall, not really surprised by the news. “Did Tom Riddle have a dark haired relative?” Ginny asked.

“Yes, he did. Lizette happens to be his younger sister by about three years. She looked up to him, idolized him really. Tom was the only person who ever paid attention to her when they were growing up. We tried, here at Hogwarts to turn her to the light side, but she was taken out of the school by Tom when he left, before we could make any progress.” Dumbledore replied as he got up from behind his desk.

“Is she, or was she as powerful as Tom was?” Hermione asked.

“She was a bright witch, but didn’t have the ability to do advanced magic. That may be why she’s using muggle weapons to achieve whatever goal she has in mind.” Dumbledore said as he walked to the fireplace. “Now, I need to go the Ministry to find out more about Lucius’ murder, then contact the rest of the order. Minerva, please dispatch a note to Moody and Lupin to let them know about this. Now for you Hermione, I would ask that you do not worry yourself over this. Even when Tom was terrorizing the muggles and wizards, life still went on. You have a wedding to think about. I will see you two next week. Take care.” He smiled, his eyes twinkling as he disappeared in the green flames of the fireplace.

Hermione felt relieved now that she had told Dumbledore and that he was investigating it. Ginny suggested they spend some time in Hogsmeade for old times sake, maybe browse through some of the shops that were open.


After a couple of hours going through the shops, they sat exhausted in the ‘Three Broomsticks’, sipping back a butterbeer. “I can’t believe I found a dress, it was like it was meant for me to find here today.” Hermione smiled in wonder.

“It did look beautiful on you Hermione. Simple but elegant.” Ginny stated as she remembered Hermione standing before the three way mirror in the cream colored dress. The top of the dress was strapless, and had a scalloped neckline with lace and beading along the edges. The waist was fitted, as the skirt fell straight to her feet with a slit up the one side to her knee. There was matching lace and beadwork that swirled along the bottom of the dress. At the back there as a long train that could detach from the dress by unbuttoning the two small buttons at the waist, for dancing later. Ginny was positive that Draco will love it, as much as Hermione.

After they finished their drinks, they apparated back to Hermione’s and Draco’s place where she hung her dress carefully on her closet door. They spent the rest of the evening unboxing the rest of the books in the library and finishing off the bottle of firewhiskey they had started earlier that weekend. Hermione again invited Ginny to stay for the night, as she wasn’t ready to spend the night by herself yet in the new house.


At around four in the morning, there was a distinct popping sound as Harry apparated into Hermione’s living room. He looked around, noticing that everything was unpacked. He made his way up the stairs to look in the bedrooms. He opened the one bedroom to see Hermione curled into a pillow sleeping soundly. At the table beside her, there was a picture of Draco and Hermione from the New Years Ball, the night he proposed to her. He looked to the right to see her wedding dress hanging on the closet door. He sadly shook his head, then went in search of Ginny.

He sat on the edge of Ginny’s bed to kiss her cheek. “Ginny, wake up.”

Ginny opened her eyes to see him looking sadly at her. “Harry, what are you doing here?” She looked out the window. “What time is it?”

“It’s only about four in the morning. Someone from the Ministry came by to see your dad a couple of hours ago.”

Ginny sat up straight, “Is everyone okay?”

“Yes, your family is fine. It’s about....Draco.” He handed her today’s Daily Prophet, the wizards newspaper.

Ginny scanned the paper, “Oh, my lord, Harry. Hermione will not be able to handle this.”

“I know. But we need to tell her.” Harry said as he helped Ginny put on her robe, then proceeded to Hermione’s room.

Harry sat gingerly on the bed beside Hermione, not really wanting to wake her up. “Hermione.” He gently shook her shoulder. She shifted onto her back, still asleep. “Hermione, wake up.” He tried again and turned on the light on the nightstand.

Hermione opened her eyes, and closed them again against the light. She looked up. “Harry, what are you doing here at this ungodly hour?”

“I have some bad news for you ‘Mione.” Harry said reluctantly.

She sat up straight in bed, instantly awake. “What is it Harry, is it Ron? Tell me what happened.”

“Here, this is today’s edition of the Daily Prophet, this will explain it.” He said as he handed her the paper.

Hermione looked at Harry with a question in her eyes, then looked at the front page of the paper. What she saw was a large house explode and burst into flames over and over again in the moving picture of the newspaper. She read the caption underneath:


“Yesterdays tragedy had left the wizarding world on red alert. Malfoy Manor has been terrorized and destroyed by muggle means. All that was left amongst the ruins was a single black rose. Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy and son, Draco, who had just graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the top of his class, have perished in this terrible tragedy. The Ministry will be investigating the circumstances..........”

Hermione read the article, then read it again, tears falling silently down her cheeks. “Harry, are they sure? I mean I would feel if he was gone, wouldn’t I?”

“They’re pretty sure ‘Mione.” Harry said as he reached out for her hand.

She grasped his hand, then buried her face into his shoulder hugging him close. “Harry, I don’t know what I’ll do without Draco. He was my everything Harry.” She cried.

Ginny nodded to Harry over Hermione’s head and said she would be right back. She quickly got dressed then apparated to Grimmauld Place in London where the Order of Phoenix wizards usually met for meetings, in hopes that Dumbledore would be there. She was in luck. For at the table, Dumbledore, Professors Snape and Lupin sat drinking coffee talking in hushed voi

“Ginny, we were expecting you. How is she holding up.” Lupin asked.

“Harry just told her, he’s with her now. She’s devastated.”

“Perhaps, Severus, you should see if you have a sleeping drought for Hermione, she may need it.” Dumbledore stated.

“Someone should probably stay with her for a couple of days also.” Lupin suggested.

They all agreed and Ginny and Professor Snape apparated to Hogwarts to get the potion, then made their way back to Hermione’s. She was still in bed with Harry laying back against the headboard, holding her tight as she cried against his chest. Snape gave her some potion, while Harry stayed with her until she fell asleep, then silently they left the room.


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Over the next few weeks, Hermione was watched closely to make sure she ate and didn’t do anything to hurt herself. Professor Snape and Ginny were sitting in the living room, reading, while Hermione lay down for a sleep. All of a sudden, they heard the bedroom door slam open and Hermione rushing into the bathroom to retch out her breakfast and lunch.

“How long has that been going on?” Ginny asked as she started to get up.

Snape, who has been around most mornings this week, shrugged his shoulders, “On and off for about a week or two.”

Snape looked to Ginny with a dawning realization. They went up to the bathroom to see Hermione sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. Ginny knelt down to feel her forehead. “Are you okay, ‘Mione?”

She looked up, her eyes puffy with dark circles shadowing them. “It will go away. Just give it an hour or two.” She said dejectedly, closing her eyes against the nausea.

They helped her get to her feet, then get her back into bed, where she closed her eyes against the queeziness in her stomach. Snape took out his wand and waved it over Hermione’s midsection, and muttered a spell. It soon glowed a bright pink color at the end of the wand. He nodded to Ginny to confirm their fears.

Ginny sat beside Hermione, “Hermione, how long have you been feeling sick to your stomach?”

“A couple of weeks, it’s probably just my nerves that are making my system go all haywire. Why?” She asked as she looked up to the concerned faces of Ginny and Snape.

Snape sat on the other side of the bed as Ginny grasped Hermione’s hand. “Your bad nerves might be part of the problem, but when Professor Snape checked with his wand, it shows that you are....are .......” Ginny started.

“Pregnant.” Snape finished.