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AN this goes to many faithful and loyal readers. Your support is much appreciated, a blessing to each of the readers who enjoy my work. Here is the happy end for a sweet Draco.

Conclusion

Lucius and Narcissa were readying to leave when Narcissa turned around, "You will never be a Malfoy. I will make sure of that."

"She is a Malfoy. I think you don't need to come around here again." Lucius needed to tell Mr. Granger, Hermione's cousin, that he preferred if Narcissa stayed wherever she was. He believed Axel, besides he had found a memory vial he had stashed away. It was his secret. The memory of his wife in bed with a scary male, and, he was afraid to think about, with Bella. Axel still said that the battle of demons attacking the Manor was true. Perhaps Axel was right.

"Let's go home and pack your things; you are leaving tonight." Lucius held her arm. She wouldn't cost him his grandchildren.

One of the guards always posted moved to escort them back to the Manor, "Sir, allow me to assist with her travel arrangements; it is best."

Lucius, always a coward, answered, "By all means, it is for her safety."

Narcissa made a very nasty sound; she was already planning to call her sister thru the open gate that nobody knew about it. She would never reach it since it was in the dungeons. No matter, she would find a way, or so she hoped. She didn't want a child from the young interloper, "I will be back, no Mud…ouch, " she received a painful zap.

Draco whispered into Hermione's ear. "I hope that she left for good; I remember what…"

Hermione kissed his ear. With the kiss, she erased the last of his memories. Her parents were right, he wasn't ready for reality, and he might never be. Nevertheless, she faced it, and now, she loved him. As for Harry and Ron, they were her first loves, and they would always be friends. Besides, the future still hadn't been written.

With his parents gone, Draco sat in companionable silence with her. He loved her, of that he was sure; he knew something was wrong with his mother. He remembered her talking to aunt Bella as if she were alive, brr, a chill went along his body, he wanted his mother gone.

"Come here, " he called her to his lap. Draco was happy once she sat on his lap. He held her close to him with his hand over her rounding belly. "Hi there my little ones, I am counting the days. Your daddy loves you."

Hermione sighed, "I don't like your mother, and I don't trust your father."

"Don't worry; I think we won't see much of her. There is something I want to share; you should know that my mother is a powerful necromancer. Several months ago, I heard her talking to Aunt Bella. I think she invokes her."

Draco hesitated, "Father says that err, that he saw Mother with a demon and Aunt Bella. I believe him."

A necromancer, Hermione thought, I must report this, she cannot contact them or could she? Later, right now, "Don't worry, thanks for defending me and for standing up to your father."

"Don't thank me; you are my wife." He caressed her face with great tenderness. "I hope you don't leave, and I want a life with you. Do you think that we can try?"

"Your father is the problem; he doesn't like me. He spied on us and still calls me Muddy." Hermione was angry, and the guards growled.

"I told you, I am not my father. We can live wherever you wish; I have my grandmother's vault, enough for us." He kissed her lips softly. "What do you say?" Draco asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "or do you want to go back to them?" He meant to Ron and Harry.

"I used to," she looked into his eyes. "If you must know, I am uncertain about us, specifically about everyone you hang around with. They will always see our children and me as lesser beings."

"They will either change, or I don't need them." Draco knew that he was telling her the truth. The idea of a future without her seemed bleak; he was confident that she was the one for him.

"You need to know, I have always loved you, I fought my feelings forever, let my parents' beliefs influence me. I believe that the notions of blood superiority poisoned me. Funny, Potty the Halfblood and you along with the Weasel, brought powerful grown-up wizards down. There is no blood-based superiority, only superior individuals, no matter where they come from. And there is nobody like you in my heart."

Hermione's grandmother and her companions, who sat in a room where they could see and hear it all, applauded. This room was far away, but their powers made it possible.

"You are so romantic, the last weeks and your acts have convinced me you are telling the truth. Let's us try, but we still need to finish Kingsley for starts, so…"

"Son," Lucius was back, he looked scared, "I must talk to Mr. Granger, your mother is locked in her room with impenetrable wards. I think she is calling your aunt. Mrs. Malfoy," he looked at Hermione, "she wants to hurt the babies, and nobody has that right. They are Malfoy, and Malfoy witches are rare. Your father has contacts that can help. " Lucius looked puzzled, and Hermione was surprised at the Mrs. Malfoy.

Hermione stood at once, went by one of the guards. She looked concerned, "Mr. Malfoy stay here until my father and help come. Send notice to your house employees to stay out the way."

Draco wanted to get rid of everyone, now what? A couple of minutes later, her father, Wilbur, her mother, and another petite beauty, Pop.

"So you see, we forgot to tell you that my wife is a powerful necromancer…" Lucius told him all he knew.

Her mother offered, "We'll help, but she is a danger, will you be willing to keep her away from here? Or my daughter can come with me, and we go away."

"I am not going away; I am staying with my husband," she squeezed Draco's hand, "but I don't want to stay here. We can have a place of our own.''

"Well, I wonder if you could keep her away for good." Lucius looked down. He was afraid that Draco might be mad.

Draco wasn't mad, "I agree, but she shouldn't be hurt. I have an idea; she often went down to the dungeons. Maybe we should look there. But she stays here," he pointed at Hermione, "I don't want something bad to happen to her."

Hermione huffed, "I am going…"

"No, you aren't," her mother told her. "Your duty is to the babies, Draco is right, you stay here. Your father is here with you."

Lucius didn't even ask, what was the point, he no longer wondered, what for.

Draco guided them; they were alert. Lucius and Draco had their wands out. Draco stopped by the area where the wine was stored. Hermione's mother sniffed the air, and her hair flew around her. "My daughter was mistreated around here. It is a good thing her father stayed up."

Both Malfoy wizards were quiet; they knew better. But Lucius had to ask, "You aren't a Muggle, are you?"

No answers were forthcoming. Draco pointed at a closed room. "There."

Wilbur told everyone, "Everyone goes back up. We," he pointed at one of the guards, "we will take care of this, go."

Draco and Lucius were glad to obey. By the time they reached the top level, it felt like an earthquake; the Manor shook violently. Everyone within the estate heard the horrible shrieks and saw the dark smoke out the chimneys. Then all was quiet.

They went back to the cottage. Wilbur wasn't back yet. Hermione and her mother were crying, not for long, Wilbur and the guard were back and covered with something gross. Hermione pointed the wand; nothing happened.

Wilbur shook his head, "Only a bath with 'special' salts will do, for now, know that Mrs. Malfoy had found an old portal. It is now closed and sealed. Alas, she is crafty and needs to go away. She is powerful and evil, and fighting such darkness is difficult, other than killing or locking the source."

"Please take her away, and I am not sure I want to say goodbye." Hermione's father winked at Hermione; they both knew Lucius was a coward.

It was agreed that Kingsley had to go that day and that Draco and Hermione would have a place of their own.

Draco felt like dancing; he took Hermione in his arms, "So?"

She smiled, "So, let's go, my husband."

Draco felt at peace; he suspected there were things that he neither understood, nor he needed to know. For now, he had a future. "I love your sense of humor."

Lucius grumbled, "I don't." But he reconsidered and grinned, "Two superior Malfoy babies, yes the best joke."

The end

A/n It is done, didn't want to leave it open. There seems to be little interest on the stories. I will publish some I wrote specifically for HP. all be well and greetings.