Basic Principles
Basic Principles
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Hermione stood
looking at the grave of one of her best friends and felt no regret. Not even
one small tinge of guilt.
It was, of course, her fault that Ron lay six feet below her in a casket
surrounded by dirt of the earth. She was the one who had convinced him to stay
over at the break and lured him into her bed with their false relationship and
broken promises. His love for her was what ultimately led him to his downfall.
All she\'d had to do was look at him with her big dark eyes and bring a coaxing
finger forth and he came willingly. A black widow would be proud.
It was Lucius who had done the deed while she stood watching and knowing that
it was only a small sacrifice compared to what would be hers in the end.
Hermione and Ron\'s body had then been taken to the basement of the Riddle House
where she waited patiently for Harry to come. He had, and Hermione had gone
back into the arms of the good side, and away from Draco, playing the part of
the poor kidnapped victim whose best friend had been slain.
Everything had worked out in the end though, and she now stood two years later
in the new memorial cemetery that had been built to house all the casualties of
the war, Auror and Death Eater alike. It had been her husband\'s very first act
after being appointed Minister of Magic.
Yes, she was now married to Draco and she had given birth to a beautiful baby
boy a little over a year ago. In addition to Draco being the Minister, Hermione
herself was now Head of the Magical Law Enforcement.
There was no doubt that life was pretty good right now, and while most people
were happy for her and held the quite famous couple in high esteem, a few were
still skeptical about where the two had actually stood during the war. They had
been accused of everything from taking bribes, which Draco snidely replied "Malfoys?
Take bribes? When we\'re filthy rich already?,” to being privy to all of
Voldemort\'s secret plans. No evidence had ever been found and no charges had
ever been filed.
And while only Draco and Hermione knew the exact specifics of where they were
and what they went through in war-time, there was something about where
Hermione was now situated that even her husband did not know: Everything she
had was the result from years of meticulous planning.
This is her story.
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been a small child, a young girl of only five or six, she asked her mother
about marriage, and so her mother had sat down and explained the basic
principles of life to her. The first
thing she had told her daughter had been every girl needs a good husband.
protect her, but let her be her own person at the same time.
good husband is also handsome. After
all, this is the person who would be contributing half of their genes into your
children. No one wants ugly
children. The third thing in the husband
category and probably the most important was to make sure your husband was able
to balance your life. You don’t want
somebody who would hold you back from going as far as you can.
Hermione. Her parents were equally
matched with their lucrative dental practice and a happy marriage, so it must
work. She took this advice to heart, but
didn’t really think about it often until much later when she stepped on the
Hogwarts Express for the first time.
Just that one train ride was a life-changing and shocking experience in
a number of ways.
one was meeting Harry and Ron for the first time, the two boys who would later
become her best friends. She had bossed
them around about spells and then proceeded to bore them with her background
reading on the school and the magical world at-large.
ones she’d listed. normal\'>Prominent Magical Families and The
Pureblood Legacy came to mind. The
latter had been where she’d originally found out the disdainful attitude
purebloods had towards witches and wizards of Muggle descent.
same day, she first met Draco Malfoy.
impression of him was wondering how such a small boy could have such a
commanding aura. She had popped into his
compartment searching still for Neville’s perpetually lost toad and was just
about to ask if he’d seen him when his cold eyes stopped her dead in her
tracks. She’d never seen eyes like that
anywhere, so gray and stormy. Her
observation was cut short when the boy whose eyes she’d been admiring jumped up
from his seat and ordered her to leave.
She’d huffed about it but eventually did what he demanded.
later, when he reappeared with Crabbe and Goyle, she discovered who he was and
more specifically, who his family was.
She was fascinated by him ever after that.
family featured in her books was to Hermione like someone else coming across a
celebrity by chance.
everything in an academic capacity anyway.
She thought she could maybe talk to him one day and he could tell her
all about his family history and traditions.
However, after she befriended Harry and Ron, this became quite
impossible, and she had to bury all her fascination under a layer of false
hatred.
Mudblood incident.
after it, and she was always aggravated with him for not acting the way she
thought he should. His time around the
other Slytherins had only served in making him a bully and the powerful boy
she’d first met faded little by little.
Soon, he was nothing but rude, spiteful, and arrogant, strutting around
the castle like a puffed-up peacock.
him.
the sharp smack would knock some sense into him and he’d start acting equal to
what she believed of him, stop being so cruel and begin to show some dignity.
Tournament in fourth year, all Draco’s energies were focused again on Harry and
making him miserable. Many times, she
and Ron got caught in the crossfire, and it seemed to confirm where she stood
with him and how she felt about it. He
could care less and that was fine with her, but then the Yule Ball turned
everything on its head.
with most of the school, at her transformation with wide eyes and an open
mouth. It made it very difficult for her
to pay attention to Viktor when she could sense Draco watching and this time,
not with hatred. It pleased her in a
purely feminine way that she had never felt before.
walk through the double-doorto tto the garden outside.
safe distance. He just meandered at
first, but she soon realized he had a destination in mind.
lavender bushes, breathing in the scent with a sigh.
she really studied him. He was starting
to show signs of the man he would be and his posture was something of grace and
elegance. Standing there, she could
hardly believe this was the same person who brought her such misery on a daily
basis. He seemed to be a perfect
angel. In that moment, she could see who
and what he would become, the power he radiated and the confidence he
personified. Unbidden, her mother’s
words came flying back to her. And for
the first time in all her years, Hermione made a rash decision.
him, really get to him, and one day become his wife.
began to drop hints, ask to borrow a book while casually bumping into him at
the library and keeping Harry and Ron from throwing punches at him every time
there was a skirmish. Draco repeatedly
rejected and insulted her, but she knew in advance that it was going to take
some time. All of this was done subtly of
course, away from the eyes of distrustful best friends.
to wear him down through fifth year as they shared their prefect duties and on
into sixth. He gave inch by mere inch in
her struggle to gain his trust. It was
late in sixth year when she realized how far they had come.
study session in the prefect common room had rapidly escalated into a sexual
experience of pure bliss. She was
fulfilled by him in ways she didn’t even know were lacking.
week later, after the exam results were in, they parted before each had to
return to their respective houses to pack for the train.
concealed room, she noticed him watching her with a lingering gaze, and suddenly,
she knew.
her.
out of thin air on her doorstep in the middle of summer holidays.
her. He rambled on about there having to
be balance in everything and how the wizarding world was currently uneven.
to her, but she was still unsure. She
cast inside herself to search out any loyalty to the side of Harry and
Dumbledore, and she felt it, like a low hum not nearly as strong or dominant as
it once was. There was something else
there though, and she knew what her choice would be.
anymore; it was about doing the right thing for her future with him.
plan that would get them both through this war in one piece.
him die on her.
with him, after all.
Hermione was snapped out of her memories by the voice of her husband. She felt
his arms go around her waist as they stood in the silent cemetery.
Draco glanced at the name on the headstone. “Weasley, huh?” He loosened his
hold on her in uncertainty. “You’re not having regrets, are you?”
She turned quickly in his arms at that. “Of course not. I wouldn’t change a
thing.” Softly placing her hand against his cheek, she gave him a small smile.
“I was thinking of you, how far we’ve come.”
He laid his own hand on hers. “Yes, I suppose we have.”
They joined hands as they started to walk through the rows of headstones.
Looking from left to right, each silently read the names imprinted on the
blocks of stone. Some they had seen killed and others they hadn’t. Fallen
comrades and bitter enemies, they were all here.
Upon reaching the middle, they came across a large concrete statue of a phoenix
with a plaque on the ground directly in front of it. It read:
hero the world will ever know.
The savior of the wizarding world.
1980-1999
“It’s too bad we had to kill Harry, Draco. “ She muttered wistfully. “I don’t
think it would have mattered.”
“Well, I’m the one who did it, and it’s done.” Draco sighed. “He was suspicious
of you and would have exposed us. Besides, it was fitting for him to fall in
the final battle. Kind of poetic, if you ask me.”
Hermione smacked him lightly on the arm. “I didn’t ask you.” She took
one last look at the plaque before moving on through the rows. “It was probably
for the best.”
She remembered the final battle well. It had occurred about five months ago.
The plan she had concocted worked perfectly. Basically, they had played both
sides against the middle until enough people on each side had been killed. The
right people, anyway. Ron was just the first of many who fell in order for
Draco and Hermione to be together and seize control of the wizarding world.
Shortly after leading Ron to his demise, they had assassinated Cornelius Fudge
during a Hogsmeade weekend. Since the Head Boy and Girl had been seen in the
village, there was no way to place them at the Ministry in
even figure out what kind of wand was used. Hermione had figured out a way to
combine the core of both their wands where it was undetectable. Draco had been
so proud of her.
She didn’t tell him she was pregnant until after graduation. It wasn’t
necessary since she had been using a Concealment Charm on herself. He took the
news better than she thought he would, and insisted they elope as soon as possible.
No child of his was going to be born out of wedlock. They left the day after
graduation for
where Hermione had an aunt they could stay with. Draco wasn’t too crazy about
being around Muggles, but if they eloped the magical way, his father was sure
to find out. And then, Hermione’s life would be in danger. Something he
wouldn’t allow.
After the quick marriage ceremony, Draco left to go back to Malfoy Manor and
Hermione was to stay with her aunt until the birth of the baby. A month later,
Justin Patrick Malfoy was born on July 19, 1998. It was probably one of the
happiest days of her life. He had his father’s eyes and hair along with her
nose and smile. He was just perfect.
She stayed a month more, but Hermione soon had to leave her child in the care
of her Muggle aunt to join back up with Draco and continue the plan. She left
her aunt explicit instructions to never take the baby out of the house. She had
placed all kinds of protection spells on it and a particularly strong Veil
Charm to disguise the house from anyone who wasn’t a Muggle.
She found Draco staying in
on Diagon Alley. He was carrying out the next phase of the plan by deciding
which people were the biggest threats to them. He made a list of all the people
who must go and she kept researching ways to protect them to make sure they
were never discovered.
By the time of the final battle, they’d killed off many on both sides and in
each side there was disarray. It had been nearly a year since the birth of
their child and Hermione finally decided it was time. She led Harry and what
was left of his followers to where she knew Voldemort to be. Pairs broke off
into individual battles except for one group who got separated from the rest
during the fight: Voldemort, Lucius, Draco, Hermione, and Harry.
Harry, thinking that Draco was really on their side, was surprised when the
blonde boy turned his wand on him. Lucius was likewise surprised when the
Mudblood dug her wand into his throat ruthlessly. Draco and Hermione spoke the
Killing Curse simultaneously. Voldemort was taken aback by the double-crossing
of his young Death Eaters and he froze in shock, a moment that would cost him
dearly.
The couple then turned their attention to him. After combining their power to
overtake and kill him, Hermione cast an ancient spell she had learned to bind
all his power into his dead form making their marks as Death Eaters fade. Draco
afterwards cast a tricky charm that made it seem like Harry and Voldemort had
killed each other. Clean, cut, and dry.
The months that followed were filled with much confusion and it still wasn’t
all cleared up yet. They had been married again in a magical ceremony a few
weeks after the fall of Voldemort, probably what caused so much skepticism to
surround them. Draco had only been in office for a month, and they were just
starting to get reacquainted with their son after having to abandon him for his
safety. He would never know what his parents went through to make the world a
better place for him to live in.
Hermione shook her head to stem the flow of past occurrences as they continued
to walk through the cemetery. Finally, they reached the destination she had
been waiting for all night.
A large headstone made of black marble stood before them engraved with the
Malfoy coat of arms. Lucius Malfoy’s grave. A delighted tingle ran through her
as she studied it. Lucius’ death was the only one she had officially taken
credit for. Seeing it made her want to dance.
Hermione turned to catch her husband’s expression. He seemed thoughtful as he
looked at his father’s grave, his father who had been killed by his wife. It
didn’t bother him though. All the sacrifices they had made were worth it for
the greater good. Lucius would have never approved of his relationship with
Hermione and he would probably have tried to kill Justin to eradicate any
impurities in the Malfoy line.
Draco peered at his wife, taking a step back when he saw the malicious glint in
her eye. She advanced on him before he could get away grabbing him by the
wrist. “Oh, no you don’t.”
“What are you gonna do?”
Hermione answered that question by pushing him down on the ground, directly
above where his father rest in peace. His head grazed the edge of the headstone
where he lay. She pounced, landing on his upper thighs. “I have to have you.
Right now.”
“In the middle of the graveyard? On my father’s grave?”
She leaned down until their lips were millimeters apart. “Yes.” She didn’t give
him a moment to respond before she crushed her lips down upon his and they were
soon fighting tooth and tongue for dominance as their natural instincts took
over, the passion between them sky-rocketed.
Draco slipped his hands up her legs and on up under her skirt where he came in
contact with underwear of some sort. Not giving it much thought, he ripped the
barrier away before pumping a finger in her wet passage.
Hermione threw her head back and moaned to the sky while she ground her body
down on his hand seeking more friction. Her hands trailed down his clothed body
until they came across cool metal. She expertly unbuckled his belt and undid
his pants before snaking a hand into them. Wrapping her fingers around his
fast-hardening member, she began to stroke him slowly up and down in a way she
knew drove him crazy.
Draco groaned beneath her. He bucked his hips up in reaction to her
ministrations while continuing to finger her dripping slit for all he was
worth. Adding another finger and then another, he soon had her coming after a
pinch to her clit. She screamed out her pleasure in the still night repeating
his name over and over again.
After coming down from her powerful release, Hermione pulled his pants down a
bit and took him in her hands again. She roughly pushed herself down on him
until he was all the way inside. The way he filled and stretched her every time
was absolutely mind-blowing.
Not thinking about anything but pure need, she put every ounce of energy she
had into the act. Soon, she was hurriedly bouncing up and down on him at a
frantic pace as his cock penetrated her over and over again. The smacking noise
their bodies made was music to her ears.
How do you like that, Lucius? The Mudblood is riding your son, her husband,
fucking him into the ground. On your grave, no less. I hope you’re turning in
your casket, you whoring bastard! Fucking rot in hell!
Draco reached between their bodies and provided stimulation to the bundle of
nerves above her slit. She continued to slam down on him over and over again
and soon she felt the building heat in her stomach. He gripped her by the hips
hard enough to leave bruises and started pounding up into her from beneath,
grunting with effort. One, two, three more fast strokes and they were both
falling off the edge.
Hermione felt her thighs trembling as he came in her. She screamed his name at
the top of her lungs until all she could see was black. Draco wrenched his head
back, barely missing the headstone, and roared in ecstasy. He could feel her
pussy milking him as they both convulsed.
They finally came down from the intense high they’d created until they were
boneless masses on the ground. Draco finally regained strength enough to lift
his head. “That was really twisted, you know?”
Hermione nodded her head where it lay on his chest. “I know.”
He ran his hand gently through her hair. “I love you, you know. Twisted mind
and all.”
She giggled at that. “I know.” She raised her head and gazed at him. “What
about my sexy body?” She got off him and began to straighten her skirt.
“I love that, too.” Draco followed suit by standing up to refasten his pants
and belt. After a quick cleaning charm, they looked presentable once more. He
leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose. She giggled again.
He offered his arm to her in a gentlemanly gesture. “Ready to go home? I’m sure
Mother is driving Justin crazy by now. Besides, I have an early meeting in the
morning.”
Hermione took the proffered arm and he began to lead them out of the cemetery.
“Don’t be silly, Draco. Justin loves your mother. You’re just jealous she
doesn\'t dote on you like that anymore.”
Draco growled at his wife in what he hoped was a threatening manner, but she
just laughed at him.
As they left, Hermione couldn’t help but think once again how lucky she was and
how lucky they hadn’t been caught. It had been a dangerous game to be sure, but
when the face of her baby boy floated to the front of her mind, she knew it was
worth it. They were rich, they were powerful, they had a family, and most
important, they loved each other.
Ginny met them at the gate with a knowing grin. “And just what have you two
been up to?”
Draco looked at her seriously. “Nothing. Just checking out the cemetery before
it’s officially dedicated tomorrow.”
Ginny shot a disbelieving expression their way. Ginny had also been a Death
Eater during the war, but she didn’t know about them. Afterwards, they
had protected her from being found out. She was now acting CEO of Malfoy
Enterprises since Draco couldn’t run it and the Ministry, but she still
had to report to him.
Husband and wife along with their friend apparated back to the manor. Hermione
left Draco and Ginny to talk business and went up the stairs to rescue Narcissa
from her son. When she reached his room, she quietly opened the door to find
fastfast asleep in his crib and Narcissa asleep in a nearby rocking chair.
She looked down at her sleeping angel and remembered one more thing. She would
have to send a thank-you note to Snape for giving her that Increased Fertility
Potion. Hermione couldn’t have done it without him.