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Again, thank you! Mischief Managed.
CHAPTER 17: Happy Ever After
"A faded wedding photograph
You and me in our first dance
Our eyes are closed
We're lost in one sweet embrace
Since those days the world has changed
Our love remains the same
God knows we've had our share of saving grace
And I'm proud of all the blessings
You have given me
The mountains we have climbed to get this far
You learn to take the laughter with the tears
After all these years."
-After All These Years (Performed by Journey)
In a small cottage with a garden full of pansies, lilies and bluebells and with white picket fence, there lived two people, a witch and a wizard, whose lives revolved around each other since they were six years old. They went to school together when they were eleven and the entire school population witnessed their friendship, courtship at thirteen and engagement at seventeen. A year after they left school and before starting their own careers, they got married and lived in this cottage with white picket fence, located at the back of Malfoy Manor.
Hermione Jean Malfoy wanted something simple, yet inviting for a home, preferably in a countryside. Draco Malfoy was the only heir of the Malfoy House, thus making her dream of having a simple cottage as a home impossible. He cannot leave his ancestral home and of course, his parents.
"Honey, you know perfectly well that as the next heir of the Malfoy House, I cannot leave, otherwise, the wards cast by our ancestors won't recognize me if there would be another place I call home," he told her very patiently.
It was two months before their wedding day. Draco asked Hermione for the wedding gift she wanted. Normally, pure-blood girls would ask for jewels they could wear on their wedding day. But Hermione Granger is no pure-blood. And she wasn't a fan of jewels. She just wanted a house of their own.
"So, it's impossible," she said matter-of-factly. "Never mind."
But Draco Malfoy was the type of wizard who will do everything to make his witch happy, so...
"We'll build your dream house at the back of the manor, near Mother's garden."
Hermione's face lit up, her eyes widened like saucers. "We will?" she asked, still not believing her ears.
Draco nodded and smiled. "Of course. That way, the wards will still recognize me... But once I take over my father as the Lord of Malfoy House, we should move in to the manor."
She nodded eagerly. "Yes. Thank you, love."
He kissed the tip of her nose. "Your happiness is my happiness."
As they were both sitting on her bed in Malfoy Manor, their kiss deepened, their hands explored each other's body. It's been a month since they had that kind of physical intimacy and Hermione was still willing to surrender herself to Draco. She squirmed when Draco's skillful hands massaged her breasts, his playful tongue licked the side of her neck. In return, because she could already feel that she was wet, she reached out for his bulging crotch and slipped her hand in his boxers.
"Fuck!" he cursed with lust.
"Someone's hard and angry," she teased.
"And someone's wet," he teased back. "I can smell, you know."
"So, what are we gonna do?" she asked, pretending to be stupid and innocent.
"What do you want to do?" he asked, not taking his eyes off her.
"I'll tell you if you tell me first."
"All right. I'll tell you and listen carefully, because I've been waiting for this moment since I was thirteen," he whispered seductively against her ear. "I want to taste every part of you. I want to run my hands on every part of your body. I want to bury Draco Junior deep inside your core and I want you to scream my name; only my name when you come. Now, will you allow me to do all those things to you?"
She smirked. "My pleasure." As soon as she finished the sentence, Draco crashed his lips to hers and started doing things he wanted.
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Three decades after they first met, Hermione and Draco were blessed with two children: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, born in 2003, four years after his parents's wedding; and Lyra Nymphadora Malfoy, born in 2005 and goddaughter of Nymphadora Lyra Lupin. Both of the Malfoy children were studying in Hogwarts. One was sorted to Slytherin, one was in Gryffindor. One of them was a carbon copy of his father and the other inherited everything from her mother from her bushy brown hair, honey coloured eyes, button-like nose up to the last freckle.
Scorpius got his father's physical traits, habits and intelligence. He was a talented Quidditch player and every girl's dream. He had the tendency to be an arrogant prat like his dad, but also a protective brother. He loved Lyra dearly even if he annoyed her most of the time.
Lyra loved books. She was a bit bossy like her mother and had the tendency to be a 'know-it-all'. Her paternal grandmother made sure that her bushy brown hair was always given enough attention and she wouldn't go around having a bird's nest on her head. Her rather large front teeth were fixed by Grandpa and Grandma Granger as early as possible.
So far, Hermione and Draco were both proud of their children. According to their Herbology professor and Scorpius's godfather, Neville Longbottom, they were the most brilliant in their respective years.
Meanwhile, Hermione Malfoy immediately took a job at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement after marrying Draco. She worked as Madam Bones's secretary for five years before becoming her superior's successor when Madam Bones became Minister for Magic.
Draco focused on helping his father run their businesses and traveled often. But since he's a wealthy man and the businesses were stable, he can stay at home or travel with his family whenever he wanted to.
Over the years, Hermione and Draco's love for one another deepened and their marriage was getting stronger every day. Now, they've reached their eighteenth wedding anniversary while the children were at Hogwarts. The house was silent and the only noise could be heard were two people moaning and screaming each other's names.
"Faster love, please," Hermione pleaded as Draco was moving above her and his member was buried deep inside her.
"Fuck! After eighteen years of marriage and two children, you're still tight, Honey!" he said seductively. His forehead was sweating, his lower body was moving faster and Hermione didn't mind. She opened her legs further.
"Oh... Grey, please!" she screamed.
"What do you want?" he demanded against her lips.
"You!" she yelled back. "I want you to cum deep inside me!"
"As you wish!" he said roughly and moved faster and faster until he screamed her name and unloaded his seed deep inside her.
They were both panting and sweaty. Draco rested his forehead against her and gave her lips a chaste kiss. Hermione smiled. "You're supposed to be in Germany today, but I'm glad you didn't come," she said.
Draco closed his eyes and rested his head between her breasts but still careful not to put his entire weight on her. "I'm glad I came."
Hermione chuckled and slapped his shoulder. "I came, too," she replied. "Happy Anniversary."
Draco lifted up his head and kissed the til of her nose. "Happy Anniversary, Honey."
Soon, Draco fell asleep and Hermione stared at the canopy of their four poster. She could still remember that day... Her wedding day.
Hermione silently looked herself at the mirror while her maids of honour, Luna and Cho, fixed her long train. Usually, witches wear dress robes on their wedding day, but Hermione's parents insisted that she should wear a white wedding gown. And so, Draco was also convinced to wear white Muggle suit.
Her modest wedding gown was a gift from her parents; a very expensive gift, but she was an only child. Her parents would spoil her anyway. She was wearing a white A-cut gown made of Lace and English Net. It had dreamy tulle and a bow at the back. That was her 'something new'.
Her 'something old' was her gold engagement bracelet. 'Something borrowed' was Cissy's old wedding tiara and 'something blue' were the Sapphire earrings from her mother.
The wedding took place at The Fallen Angel orphanage grounds where they first met. The Ministry Aurors placed wards on the area of the wedding while the occupants of the orphanage were on a trip to Ireland, funded by Lucius. Greg and Vince were Draco's best men. Hermione chose her only girl friends and the partners of her best friends. Yup. Neville finally asked Luna out and started dating after Neville left Hogwarts. Cho and Harry were still together. Vince and Greg were still single because they were focused on Auror training program. They said that love can wait.
The binding was officiated by Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister for Magic. Unlike in the Muggle world, the binding ceremony was very fast. After ten minutes of exchanging vows, they started dancing for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.
"Are you happy?" came Draco's voice.
She nodded 'yes'. "Of course. And you?" she asked.
He beamed. "This is the best day of my life."
"I promise to love you always and forever," she said solemnly.
"Forever," he said with a tone of approval.
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Lyra Malfoy stomped her foot while waiting for her brother outside the Slytherin entrance. They met at the great hall and Scorpius told her that he wanted to show her the broomstick he got from their parents and they would go flying at the Quidditch pitch. But after ten minutes of waiting outside the entrance, she got bored and annoyed. "How dare that brat make me wait here? Dad will hear about this!" she whined in the middle of the corridors.
"What's a Gryffindor doing here?" came a male silky voice beside the entrance. Lyra looked up to see where the voice was coming from: the portrait of a wizard with raven black curtain of hair and hooked nose. He was also wearing black teaching robes. The wizard on the portrait finally took a good look of her.
"I'm sorry, just waiting for someone."
The wizard quirked an eyebrow up. "Boyfriend?"
She shook her head violently. "Brother."
"Who?" the portrait asked.
"Scorpius Malfoy."
The wizard on the portrait froze for a moment and studied her. "You look like her... Is your mother Hermione Granger?"
"Hermione Malfoy," she corrected.
The wizard's eyes brimmed with tears. "Of course. Miss Malfoy, can you please tell your mother something from me?"
Lyra nodded. "Of course, Sir."
"Tell your mother that I miss her... And that I am happy she married Draco."
Lyra nodded again. "Of course, Sir..." she trailed off. "Do you mind if I ask for your name?"
"Severus Snape."