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

a/n We are at a good ending point. Perhaps it could have gone longer, but I have other completed stories worthwhile to be published. Thanks to all reviewers

The End

Lucius' brush dropped. Draco fell on his knees behind her. "I love you," she heard four voices.

Many on the island rejoiced; this was a happy day, and hopefully a day for a new life. Many were delighted, but not all. No matter, Coky was there, he was sent by Hermione's people long ago. She was safe.

Draco had been with her before and had learned much.

Draco's hands went over her breasts. Lucius lowered the straps holding his breath, feeling his hands on her breasts, and seeing them uncovered. What Draco did, Lucius felt, and the same for the other; they were linked thru her magic. Lucius stood up with her on his arms and carried her inside.

In another time and place, Wilbur and Lee repeated the motions. Hermione's magic was at work. They were living their own reality; they were with her, Hermione was with Lucius and Draco.

Lucius kissed her while they went to the room. When they opened it. They saw the room covered with small blooms and candles lit all around. He lay her gently over the bed and put on her side to kiss her. His passionate kisses weren't shy that Lucius was gone.

Draco had his own ideas, he kissed her legs slowly moving to her thighs while his hand opened her legs. When his lips reached her sex, it was hard to know who was doing what. She could feel their hard bodies and cocks pressing against her. She reached out to touched them as well,

"My love," he, one of them, spoke between shuddered breaths. When his mouth moved around, each of them felt it. Soon they were all over the bed. One kissed her mouth, her breasts, the one moved his fingers inside her, and felt the contractions all around.

She was no longer sure who was doing that. For a second, she remembered her boys, realizing they had never treated her like this. Like there was no other than her. She closed the door to her past, this was her life now.

Lucius looked at her. He loved her and had for a while, being with her made him complete. "I love you," they all said at the same time. He moved between her legs, Draco moved up to kiss his love, and Hermione tightened her hand over his hard sex. She knew what he liked, "No, it will be over in a second," but he didn't pull away; it felt too good.

Lucius lifted her legs sitting on his calves, all the while looking at her sex unusually colored, hairless sex, slick and ready. "My love you are beautiful all over, gods, I cannot wait." His voice rough, his breathing hard.

He moved his cock to enter her, she stretched her hand to touch it. Looking at his sex coming inside her, made him groan. The moment he did, all closed their eyes. The shared pleasure was like nothing either Lucius or Draco had experienced before. They didn't see how they were transforming into what some called Veela but were, in reality, Angelus.

Draco and Lucius needed to close their bond with Hermione. Although Lucius had never experienced this before, being with her had broken the block, whoever had made. He started moving slowly, "So good, so warm," his face bright with the love he felt.

Lucius bent and sat her on him, not letting go. Draco leaned to kiss her back and bowed his head over one shoulder. While Lucius did the same over her other shoulder. She moved along with them, both thinking she was the prettiest witch they had ever seen; her soft moans were setting them on fire.

Hermione opened and saw them, they were an improved Malfoy version, dark angels, she thought; their naked bodies were perfection. Her mind filled with old memories. She had loved them first since she met them long ago.

When they bit her, only a pinch, drawing a few drops of blood, their bite made cry with pleasure, so much that her climax took her by surprise. "Love you," they all said, feeling her warm channel contracting around their hard sexes. When Lucius came, the blood exchanged connected them all. At some point, the Malfoy remembered being with her before. Everything was falling into place.

Draco couldn't remember when he had taken Lucius' place. Now she straddled him; he wanted to see her breasts while she moved, to see her face in ecstasy.

Lucius moved next to her, he just wanted to be close. It surprised him when he wanted her so soon. Hermione called him, "Here," she said, pointing at her mouth. When he saw what she wanted to do, he smiled. This was a first for him. No matter, he was ready for her mouth around his cock, he bit his lips expectantly, their groan made her smile, but not for long.

The Pucey.

Adrian felt weird, he opened his eyes and noticed that he could see perfectly in the pitch black. He stood up and looked in the mirror. At the reflection, he grinned, he had seen the old paintings and thought them a lie. They weren't. He guessed something happened tonight, and 'the something' had returned the other-self to the Pucey.

He snickered, no wonder they were so feared. They looked like pure darkness, their eyes and teeth were enough to scare an enemy. He went by his father's room and woke him up. His father rolled to get his wand, his eyes dilated with fear, "Father is me, you better get up and look in the mirror."

The Enemy-The rejected loved

A good mother-

Narcissa was upset, she sat in a restaurant eating alone, she was beyond angry, but why? Maybe she should listen to Rabastan's proposal.

"Excuse me, may I sit here. I have a proposal for you."

A beautiful witch with long dark red hair stood by the table, she was accompanied by a wizard who looked like the witch.

"My son," she didn't say her name.

"We can help each other. I am talking about the witch who just married your son and ex-husband." She tapped long black fingernails on the hardwood top.

Narcissa listened, she had first thought that maybe the witch loved Draco. But she had it all wrong. Her only son had loved Hermione long ago, at the time when she was Nannette. She had given him indications of wanting to accept her suit, to him and his twin brother.

"But you look so young. How can that be?" Narcissa wasn't too sure this was a good idea. Who were these two? Her skin was crawling, something wasn't right.

"Don't worry about, just listen. Nannette's mother discouraged her. Poor my innocent son, it was over an old dispute with me. So my other son decided to abduct her, but one of the Malfoys destroyed his human body. Now he cannot come here, his favorite place." She started tapping her nails faster, Narcissa noticed now they resembled claws.

"They all must die, I thought I had done it, but they are back with the right to walk this earth. You will be well rewarded. Face it, they deserve to die, they left you for her. I can grant you much." She made Narcissa's skin crawl. She might be pretty, but beneath her beauty, she was scary. Scarier than the Dark Lord, Narcissa was certain.

She pretended, pulled her wand under the table, and blocked her mind with powerful Occlumance. Then she clapped her hands, looking devious and delighted and told them to give her time to think, but she was more than inclined to accept their proposal. She

said she also needed enough time to cover her tracks.

When the son smiled, Narcissa noted his hard eyes; they were cold, not a speck of warmth. A shiver ran along her back.

Narcissa didn't want Draco dead; she would find a way to warn the two of them. She wasn't that angry, besides Rabastan had told her to forget Rodolphus, and to finally open her eyes. He was the one who always had loved her.

At the Island

Coky looked approvingly, soon there would be babies, for her to watch over. Mipzy would be willing to share twins. Coky liked Mipzy, she would watch the babies with care. The little brooch she made for Mipzy was a friendship charm. Coky didn't leave anything to chance.

Coky was looking at the amorous couple when she heard the warning. Coky thanked the one who came, one like her. They were one with the shadows whenever they wished. She flew to tell the grandparents.

They were both angry, they had believed her lie about her son acting on his own. Her son wasn't the only one who had wanted Nannette, both twins did; she was a skilled liar.

The son was denied to court Nannette because he was warped. He had gone to their academy with L'sjke, where he was suspected of killing a student, and much more.

It had paid to watch Narcissa, her grandparents thought. Throughout the years, they had suspected so many. But now it made sense, why someone had killed Nannette's mother, Nannette and everyone else. The twin brothers were both warped. Now they knew who the enemy was. It would be hard to catch her, she was high up, but they knew what to do.

Meanwhile, Narcissa was one step ahead, she sent an owl to her sister, describing the witch and son, or whoever they were, along with a memory vial. Everyone would be on the alert.

Then she packed, she knew how to fly on the Muggle planes so they couldn't follow her. Rabastan joined her in Paris, and together they went to a place nobody would find them. Now they were a hip Muggle couple. They would be safe and would lay low for a while.

The Happy Bride

Hermione felt magic all around her. Something told her something had changed. The something was Narcissa, no more the jilted lover to be used by an angry mother. Narcissa had found she loved her son more than revenge, and in exchange, she would have a husband that loved her best.

Hermione looked at her husbands, Draco, and Lucius naked on their bed, playing guitar, and once in a while, they would stop to kiss Hermione and show her their love. When she closed her eyes, she saw Lee and Wilbur. All would be well. She just knew.
The end