Disclosure Hp belongs to Jkr. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux

A/N Due to the lack of interest, this is the end (again). I need to finish the other open stories.

Jealousy

As soon as the trio went into their room, Hermione stopped, "When was Narcissa here last? Was this your room?" She looked unhappy.

Rabastan stared at Lucius; now he wasn't so sure he trusted him.

Lucius was scared to lose his new wife, "A few days ago, before you came," he decided that to lie would make it worse.

"You didn't want to marry me, I can tell, I am second best." She said, and big tears rolled down her cheeks. The puppies didn't wake up at her distress since they were dead tired. They were, but her father felt her anguish.

Lucius came by her, wanting to hold her, but Rabastan pushed him, and she ran to him. This moment, she wasn't a warrior; the pain of all the losses took her over. She knew that neither Harry nor Ron would have ever broken her heart because she wasn't second best.

Thomas Riddle née Voldemort had enough; he Apparated outside his child's room. Her pain was wrenching his heart, but before he went in, he wanted to know which of the idiots was making her so sad.

The wolves looked at him with distrust, but two had heard Hermione, and both were angry with Malfoy, what a jerk, treating one like her so shabbily. Of course, they didn't know the background.

"Please," Lucius tried, sure that he had lost her, he was crying as well. It would seem that Narcissa still had the power to wreck his life.

This time Jiminy alerted her, the three of them heard him. His voice was normal but softer, "Your father is outside, one of the ones guarding the door is telling him what she heard, and he will kill Lucius this time. You have but seconds."

Hermione didn't need to be told twice, "Lucius, darling, don't cry, we have all made mistakes. All is well, but let's hope that my father doesn't come because I will tell my mother. She always said to me that boundaries must be respected, and she won't like it. This my marriage, not his."

Thomas Riddle was about to blow the door open, but at the words, his hand froze in midair. Probably, Jean wouldn't like him getting involved in his daughter's married life. What if she refused to marry him, angry over this? It didn't seem like such a good idea, not worth it. Again, this was probably a minor marriage spat. For the first time, he didn't act his anger.

He stood and listened.

Lucius wanted to kiss Jiminy; but first he was a Malfoy, hence didn't miss an opportunity, so he went to her, "You aren't second best, Narcissa was here, that was all, and I was a blind fool. Please forgive me, but you should know that since the moment we met, I realized how lucky I was, and never wanted to let you go. Do you remember that I wanted to keep your hand? I didn't want to tell anyone about Narcissa, because I was afraid of this; I was afraid because like Rabastan, my heart is yours." He meant it.

Hermione turned around. A reluctant Rabastan let her go, and she hugged Lucius, who held her tight; now, he was the one crying, relieved to have a chance for happiness. It was true; he had seen how just about every wizard wanted to be in his place, Hermione was kind, loyal, and beautiful. But most important of all, she wanted him and wanted him on her bed and her life.

She raised her head and kissed him softly. Lucius looked at her, "Thank you, my wife, thank you. You are the only one for me, now and forever."

Thomas Riddle backed up and stepped lightly, and he had the feeling that his daughter knew that he was there, and a crooked smile appeared on his face. She was sly, a chip of the old block. His daughter was an improved version of himself. To him, she was perfection. Maybe one day soon, there would be grandchildren. The idea made him happy, so much that he couldn't wait.

When he went back to the room, he found Gellert sitting on the couch, "Don't leave her alone, not while Albus and the nasty Blacks are loose. My loves are in danger every second, sit down. I was earlier approached by two Aurors."

Tom sat down, Gellert was subdued, looking odd. He drank Firewhiskey, and his eyes were red. "Two of the Aurors who are here told me a terrible story," He took a long sip of the amber drink.

"They told me of how Albus deceived a group of young witches and wizards. They went with him when my family was burned alive. He had told them that I was alive, and my sons were hiding me. He also told them that I was the only one in the house with one of my sons, who was a rabid fanatic ready to start another war front." He stood, sat on the bed by his granddaughter, and laid his hand over her.

"So, as soon as they approached the farmhouse, several saw two of the children looking out the window, "Back up, the family is here," one alerted the others, they panicked. I guess the children were my grandchildren, Jean's brothers or cousins, poor babies." Gellert's voice was barely audible, and tears wouldn't stop coming.

"Fucking monster, before they could do anything, the house exploded in flames. It was over in a couple of minutes because it was no ordinary fire. Before you ask, they didn't lie, I know because they allowed me to Legilemance and see inside them. They told the truth, but I shouldn't have looked. No, I shouldn't have because I heard their screams. The bastard Albus created a magical fire to consume all in minutes, so there was no chance they would escape." Gellert coughed, talking was difficult.

"They, the ones with Albus, all have scars since they tried to go into the fire. Damn him, I want to kill him, but I cannot." Gellert looked around for someone but shook his head. Whoever he wanted to see, wasn't there.

Thomas Riddle was furious; Jean could have died that day. He would kill Albus with his bare hands, forget about magic, that was not painful enough. He waited for Gellert.

"Albus said he said that I was the one who started the fire; I did it to get away. They never believed it. They suffer from the memories; they say the nightmares never leave them. I believe them considering how they cried with me. Now, you know that Albus will stop at nothing, he wants them dead."

Thomas was now more than worried; his daughter and Jean were in mortal danger. "What are you going to do?" He meant to the Aurors.

"Forgive them; they helped to keep Albus away from Jean. They told Albus that all the children had died. He sent them to check the remains. As soon as they found out that Jean was in town, they made sure that Albus stayed away from her, and guarded her until she was safe. The reality was that they didn't find any traces, you see, they didn't because their body remains were no longer there. But you need to wait for the rest. You will find out whenever Jean is better."

Abraxas had stood at the door all this time. "One of us will be with Jean at all times, but I wish that Albus stop this. It will be hard enough fighting with Bellatrix. I don't want anything to happen to either my wife or my daughter." He would kill anyone that tried.

Remus, Sirius, James, and Regulus.

The marauders plus Regulus, were in the room prepared for them, a two room suite. Sirius' parents had arrived and were also in a suite. Muctis had checked Charlus, and he had hopeful news. Not a complete cure, but one which would extend his life for a long while. Abraxas had recommended that all those that wish should stay at Malfoy Manor. They needed to plan. Those like Cormac parents declined because they had a young child at home; his name was Cormac.

"Was that Fenrir the same Fenrir, the werewolf?" Remus asked.

"Maybe, but I doubt it. Although the voice sounded familiar, this Fenrir dressed very well and was clean," Sirius observed.

James' comment troubled Remus, "I saw him staring at you. When he was looking at you, don't be upset, but he reminds me of you."

Remus, nodded, he thought that Fenrir looked and smelled familiar, a good thing that Sirius changed the mood, "Did you see the witches, they were spectacular."

They all agreed, "You are right, but I prefer Lily," James added.

"Good, the more for us. Today, Lucius friends will be here, a lot of competition for the nice juicy birds, I bet you they taste delicious," Sirius laughed.

The conversation turned really raunchy. The marauders didn't know someone was listening, Remus' next words set the route of his life, "I am going for Deidre, Lestrange likes her, but it doesn't matter."

Two wolves guarded their room along with a wizard employed by the Malfoy. One of the wolves sniffed under the door and growled. The smell from earlier belonged to one in the room. She would tell her sister, idiots, she thought, juicy birds indeed, what they needed was a big bite, and take a piece of their rump.

Love

Lucius kiss went from soft to hungry, so Rabastan pulled his wand and invoked a silencing charm. Hermione opened her lips and let him caress her tongue with his, both wizards moaned.

Rabastan caressed her back, while Lucius lowered his hand to cover her breasts. She moved her hand, and their clothes were off. Hermione could feel their hard sexes pressing against her front and back; her body was being caressed and kissed. Rabastan moved his hand down until he reached between her thighs. When he touched just outside of her core, the urgency to have her was more than he could resist.

Lucius sensed the same, quit kissing her and picked her up. Meanwhile, Rabastan moved the bed deck. In seconds she was on the bed. Both stood looking at her, hungry for her. Then, they lay next to her, each on one side. Hermione turned towards Rabastan, who was over her without further invitations.

"I love you, my beautiful wife. I want you so," he took her hand and placed it over his hot cock. Both wizards groaned.

"Kiss me," she asked as she started climbing on him.

Hermione's move was new to both of the wizards, who looked at each other and grinned, it was looking up for both of them.

She took charge, Rabastan half sat to embrace her and kiss her. Lucius leaned to kiss her back. "Help me," she asked Lucius, who kind of knew what she was asking and lifted her a little, but at the first contact, his mind went foggy. Hermione was changing her mind; maybe she was not quite ready for this.

"Slow," Rabastan told her, not wanting her to stop.

Their love was growing; only death could pull them apart.

Hermione finally closed the doors to the past, there were many paths, but now she was sure her sacrifice had been worth it. She had the feeling that all would be well.