DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline, all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. Glorioux

Dear readers across the web, we come to the end of our adventure. I enjoyed the ride as well. My sincere thanks to those who hanged out through the thick and thin. It was fun. Love and Hugs to all. Glorioux

Continuation-

"No, I wish I could say we trust you, but we don't, and we want to explore other alternatives." Lucius interjected; he was with Draco, twenty years might seem like a long time, but one day her kin might decide they had enough fun and games and would bring her back without them. His fear wasn't that she wouldn't go with them, but to lose her later; equally devastating with their prolonged lifetime.

Ezquiel spoke of another solution. "Until the time the spies are found, we, the four of us, could all be better in my world next to the beginning of the realms, next to the Creator, where it is always ending and beginning again. In there you could visit your earth often enough that nobody would notice you didn't live there any longer. Maybe you could say that you had a job far away?"

Ezquiel feared for her safety in her reality, he feared for her every second he wasn't with her. The last experience had erased his confidence, and he knew it was wrong because he needed to have faith. His love for her was a wonderful and terrible experience because the idea of losing her filled him with despair.

Draco was pacing, he remembered when he thought dying was a good thing, "No, I don't like it, many died during the war, and life went on. Father, Hermione my love, what do we have there?"

His voice was plaintive, "A job and property, and a handful of friends, and what is that? Terrible things happened to many of us, and I for one would welcome the chance to start over again, away from all the mistakes we made, losing that heavy baggage and the stigma we carry. Maybe Ezquiel is right, until she gives birth we need to stay in a place where she can be protected by us. And later we can travel back and forth, as Ezquiel proposes, people go for vacations longer than one year. Our house elves, and other faithful employees could come to be with us." Draco proposed, and Hermione furrowed her brows.

Lucius was already thinking big, "I might like that idea. I just have a few questions. If I am to be a consort, will I be granted greater magical power? Will my people respect me, and will we be crowned, I meant would we get circlets as well? And do we rule over some realms, or do we have special duties? When we visit back, can we tell our friends who we are? Just a hint, mind you… And if we have a daughter, will she be the next queen? Imagine a Malfoy becoming a veritable empress—"

Meh looked at his future son-in-law with absolute amazement, Lucius had been born to be a king, a ruler, but what a scary proposition. He was as arrogant as his father had been, if not more. He was devious and cunning, which were not necessarily bad qualities; actually respected between his people. And even though Ezquiel was more powerful, Lucius was a true force and would protect his queen and their children with ruthlessness. He liked him, but he needed a bit of restrain. It was a good thing he was to be bonded to a fair and smart monarch; otherwise many should fear his rise to power.

Draco and Hermione were looking at him with incredulity, and with a trace of a smile.

"Sorry to disagree with all my consorts, but I want my grandmother's plan. It appeals to me, mostly…However, I go with my children. If we dislike it, or something goes wrong we will come back. So I understand from all this talk that Lucius and Draco are to be my consorts as well?"

"They are, providing you accept either Ezquiel's plan or my own, without your changes." Her face was set and determined. "You will not go back to the place you came from with the babies, it would be unthinkable, as it is, it is dangerous. And you, young female, are too stubborn to see the importance of it all." The queen's hair flew around just like Meh's and Hermione's, she was losing her temper, and the hair announced it.

She wasn't done, "What if something were to happen and the babies would be injured, or even worse you would be harmed. You could also go back after the children are born, and arrive a day or two before you departed, and keep going back for some periods of time." The Queen offered again.

Hermione finally exhausted gave way. After the union, the three of them, along with Camellia and the house elves, particularly Perdu, would go with Ezquiel. His land was called Eden after some old event.

Lucius started to assume a royal bearing, and at the ceremony, three days later, he was already deep in his new role, much to Draco and Hermione's enjoyment.

"Father, there is no reason for all of your preening, our magic is laughable compared to anyone here." Draco observed.

"True, for now, however that will all change when the bond is blessed by the people. I cannot wait to see certain dogs and be able to laugh right in from their lupine faces." Lucius smiled, while naughtily thinking of Greyback and Narcissa's reaction with infinite satisfaction.

"Father, I disapprove of your comportment with my mother. She is not a dog." Draco started arguing, and Lucius answered with a loud howl. And to Draco's chagrin, Camellia joined him with great gusto running around howling for all she was worth. Draco had the feeling Camellia knew exactly what his father was doing, and a certainty downed upon him, his father would become insufferable, a nightmare on its very own.

Hermione had put her hand over her mouth, trying to cover the giggles that bubbled inside.

He heard Ezquiel chuckling mentally thru a private channel, "Draco let him have his fun; there are always Lucius amongst royal consorts, the good thing about them is that they take over all the boring social duties; and besides, Lucius is a genius with gold and will be merciless with those who would attempt to our beloved. He will make sure nothing happens to either our love or the children. Don't you agree? Let him have his quirks."

Draco accepted the concept and waited anxiously for the bonding day. In the meantime, he took his time to look around the fortress palace. During one of his walks, Hermione met him and walked by his side, holding on to his waist; a shudder ran along his body, of contentment and peace; he couldn't remember ever feeling so tranquil, so loved, and happy. He talked softly, sounding a little sad.

"Have I told you how much I love you? I still remember the first time I saw you in the train, I knew I was yours as clear as I knew my name was Draco Malfoy. Can you imagine the anger I felt when I found out you were one of the ones I had been taught to hate and fear? I was mad at you for being different, and I was mad at my father for not being of the light. Foremost, I started to hate those around you; I couldn't reconcile the concept situation inside my head; how could I when even the great Harry Potter was allowed to be your friend. "

She felt his body trembling and held on tighter to him. His emotions were running so high that Ezquiel felt a stab of pain as if his heart would break, but he had to go to his realm to prepare for their future arrival and couldn't come and console him. As for Lucius, he shed a few tears of regret and was too ashamed to join them; apparently, they also shared feelings of distress.

"I started desiring you as I grew older and instead of wooing you, I made your life as miserable as I could. The night of the winter ball I followed you cloaked in the night's darkness, yes, don't look at me with that face. I was behind when you went to stroll with Krum, and my heart was full of poison. I saw when you kissed him, and hated everyone because I wasn't the one giving you your first kiss. I thought of killing him, at the time my heart was full of darkness."

He saw her face, and the sorrow in her eyes, "No, I should have known better, I should had chosen what matter to me instead of pleasing my father, and the darkness he submerged himself in." His shoulders slumped as he continued recalling to her the dark times, and even talked about the time when Bellatrix had tortured her, and the Malfoy didn't lift a finger to protect her.

Ezquiel hadn't known what Draco just shared, and for a moment forgot the younger Angelus had been but a child when the events had transpired; once he made the connection, he had to forgive him; if not, he would have returned to kill him, as he wished to do so. It was a good thing, he didn't think about Lucius being at fault.

"Imagine that crazy day when father collided you in the MoM," he chuckled, "all the love of years came rushing towards me with the force of an explosion, and the thrall of your blood combined with my locked up feelings were more than I could handle; hence the obsession and sickness that came over me. That was the reason I was so affected, I now realize. Please forgive me for all my trespasses against you, don't send me away, all I want is to be by your side." He went on his knees and pressed his cheek against her stomach.

"OUCH!" He screamed and rubbed his cheek. He had a small mark, better a small tattoo in his left cheek. It had the shape of a lighting bolt and stung rather bad.

The other two Angelus had felt the sting as well, though the mark was absent. It was Lucius who exclaimed, "I'll be dammed, and one of the babies did it. It is a punishment for causing Mommy pain when she was younger." At this conclusion, his mien grew worried, hoping he didn't have to experience the wrath of the little embryos, and if so, what punishment would they dispense upon him? Now they were only a few cells and already so powerful, or maybe not, and he wasn't sure.

What he didn't know, and really nobody else but the queen, was that the embryos were growing at unheard of rates. It was their power that made it happen, and she had already wondered if there were two females? That was the reason she didn't complain about going to Ezquiel's, she suspected a very, very short pregnancy.

Hermione fingered the tattoo and laughed, "Consider yourself chastised, a good thing, because now you are forgiven and have paid your dues, stand up before you get singed more, those little ones will be a handful." She grimaced but then smiled.

At her command he stood up and with a wave of his hand, he conjured a mirror, "I like it, it looks rakish, it will make females all over, swoon in admiration and love," he smiled wickedly, intent in provoking her temper.

"It won't work Draco Malfoy, not jealous and not angry, N.O. I am too happy and contented." She chastised him, but inside she was already seething in hot jealousy; and her feelings made the other two males laugh. Frowning and pursing her lips she continued while Draco smiled happily and kissed her head. He was smug with his triumph.

"I just want to tell you that your worries are unfounded, I love you as well, and perhaps I loved you all along." She stopped and appeared thoughtful; her next statement had three powerful males growling angrily. "Come to think of it, I was in deep in like-love all the time during my teenage years; take that, it happened until quite recently, with just about everyone, two professors, most of the Wesley siblings, Viktor, Sirius and of course Harry." She smiled radiantly at her words, and sighed in wonderment remembering all her beaus, and some naughty memories she hoped they couldn't perceive.

The area around them filled with snickers, coming from even the dark guards that followed her every step; after all, each one of them had romantic feelings for the young queen as it always happened. They didn't suppose to be able to hear or see personal and private interactions, but she was open and joyful so that many heard her words, all around them.

Meh guffawed, "A child after my heart," words that gained him zero admiration from his bride, who grumbled, "It doesn't surprise me, I remember all the female hussies around you." He laughed louder and tried to kiss her, but she pushed him away.

The queen smiled, and her lips stayed curved upwards for a while. She had sensed the distress and jealousy pouring out the three beautiful Angelus; it was good her child kept them on their toes. They would never grow complacent around her grandchild, and would never want other partners for fear she would do the same. Or better, they loved her so much she was the only one for them. All was well.

Ezquiel had seen the other males she referred to, and wanted to find them and punish them for daring to touch her, his feelings for her were raw and powerful; Lucius heart filled with darkness thinking about all the 'boys' in her life, and remembered all the chaos he had caused to make her his and shrugged his shoulders, he was with her, and it was all that matter. Draco disliked his father once more, to his thinking it was all Lucius's fault; if not for his intervention and his misplaced loyalties she would have never been with anyone else, and he hoped the anger would go away promptly.

The Bonding and some Enemies are uncovered-

Lucius was about to burst and his behavior was driving Draco to the edge of a minor blow out. All the house elves and other trusted servants had arrived, and Malfoy Manor had closed down, and all were in awe to be around such powerful beings.

There was one more guest, Harry Potter who still believed he was under a dream spell, and although Hermione had begged for Ron, even Meh refused his presence. The mother wanted her brother there, but he refused to talk to the one sent to bring him; the same happened with her grandparents. Her father had locked himself in a church, afraid of the one who had gone to take him. At the end the only one there was Harry, and only because he thought it was a dream.

The males were dressed in traditional garb, meaning tunics made of unusual fibers, and loose trousers, tied with around the waist with belts made of an ultra-light metal but engraved with precious stones some unknown to them. Though Lucius biggest delight was a circlet just above his forehead. He had looked in the reflecting surfaces so many times that Draco wanted to scream.

"A Malfoy is to be a practical emperor, make that two Malfoy emperors. How I wish I could tell all our acquaintances, and our enemies at the MoM. Would love to see the faces of some of them." Lucius remarked not without humor, and, mostly, he wanted to irritate Draco.

In reality, he was putting a show to let out the tension he felt. He knew the bonding would be shared in many realms; projected trough windows like the ones in the rooms, and he already knew the tale of his being tongue-tied in front of his powerful-in-law, had spread like wildfire. He had heard some of the songs already composed about the event, and he feared ridicule.

Ezquiel was at the door, he was dressed in a tunic with threads of light filaments, and all his adornments were made out the same. He had no circlet around his forehead, but instead, right in between his eyes, he had a mark resembling a starburst that shone brightly in different hues. Behind him there were many like him, all standing guard.

A most impressive court of angry looking angels, Draco thought. Imposing and beautiful, all the same coloring but the faces distinctive as well as the eyes individual to each, but all awe and fear inspiring, and lets not forget, each one heavily armed.

"It is time," he said, "Let's go, and here, Draco, Lucius. wear this." He passed them each a sling holding a sheath with a large sword. "Bring your wands, we suspect something will happen, whoever tried to take her before, is sure to try again, or someone else will, and we don't know who that is."

He walked and a large arc materialized, a door into a large amphitheater. In the center there was a flat stone surrounded by maidens. There were beings all around, at each level, all sitting in plush surfaces, and it seemed the area expanded forever.

"There are over 10,000 guests here, mostly ambassadors from all the lands, and representing each village of this world, one chosen family. Besides them, all the queen's children with the families and other kin are also present."

They advanced in the midst of choirs and music coming from an unknown location. Every step they took, was greeted with sounds of joy coming from far and wide. Explosions of magic occurred everywhere, sprays of scented drops and tiny flowers dissipating in the air, currents of warm and cooled air, it was a fantasy made reality. They stood by the altar, surrounded by Ezquiel's court.

Right behind, Harry Potter escorted Hermione's mother, and the Queen followed, carrying Camellia in her arms, which made Draco and Lucius smile and Ezquiel chuckle. They knew that the Queen wanted to breed Camellia, hoping for more of her kind.

And finally Meh, dressed in regalia but also armed to the teeth, entered holding the bride's hand. The three males held their breath, she was magnificent, dressed in a tunic made of wisps of delicate materials, her hair wild and decorated with flowers and jewels, and a small metallic mask covering right above the eyebrows and covering the top of the nose bridge, leaving most of the eyes clear, the queen wore the same.

They would later learned it was to control anyone accessing their thoughts, and always worn during official functions.

And to the Malfoy's surprise, she had a sunburst matching Ezquiel's, and that is when they noticed the Queen's circlet was also off, and she also had a sunburst. It was the sign of being the chosen ones.

Neither Draco, nor Lucius were envious. They were happy to bond with her, and for the gift of power and magic, greater than ever thought possible; nevertheless, they wished they could have been included. At the actual ceremony they stood right behind Ezquiel and Hermione until the blood ritual where the stood in front of each other.

The ceremony was finally over and the bonded were receiving congratulations when the sky turned black. This time they were ready, as if in queue, Camellia jumped in front of Hermione, and Harry Potter came and stood in front of her, guarding her belly.

A solid mass of guards surrounded her but nothing else happened and all were puzzled. However, small vines started growing rapidly around Hermione's feet, undetected by all and hidden by Hermione's long robes.

Luckily the events were transpiring at Camellia's height, or her lack of it, and that saved the day. Camellia being short saw the unusual activity, popped the three heads, and started to snap the vines by the root, vines that wrapped around Hermione's feet and tried to strangle Camellia, as a deep grove formed around the bride in a matter of seconds.

Camellia's growling drew the attention of a few, and all understood Hermione was being taken underground.

All efforts to stop the advance of the vines were for naught, they were tight around her, and nothing could be done without hurting her and the children since the vines sprouted to her waist, and they seemed impervious to attempts to stop them except for Camellia's efforts, which were only slowing the unavoidable.

One of Ezquiel's guards exclaimed, "Someone is manipulating them. It is one amongst us, find it before she is taken."

Everyone looked around, the queen had activated detectors to pinpoint to the magic origins, but nothing could be found. Ezquiel held her gently but the pull was stronger than he was, than all of them.

Draco and Lucius remembered the bug from last time and looked around but still nothing. Draco had an idea; he pulled his wand and whispered, "Engorgio," at a barely detectable moth.

It grew rapidly, revealing an unknown female to most of them, but the Queen recognized her. "Your son will not have her," she hissed and just vanished her.

"A cousin, she has always wanted to rule, and I guess ruling through her weak son would be enough. Which tells me it is time all of you leave until my dear girl has the little ones, too much danger around here."

She was thoughtful; "Her son wasn't the abductor last time, since he is a coward. Hence, it is clear to see that there are others also trying to take her, and we must take firm action. Once the children are born, nobody will try to abduct her. Between her increased powers, three Angelus consorts, Camellia, and two Angelus babies, she will be relatively safe." Her family agreed.

She continued, " Go to the reception for a few minutes, and the future queen and her consorts will leave for Ezquiel's home; as for our earth visitor, I have a few beautiful females he should meet. I suspect my princess and future queen would be happier with a few of her friends around." She was already considering to whom she should offer a chance to come and enjoy of a long life; anything to make her child happy.

They all agreed. Hermione was happier now, knowing she could go back to her time through one of the portals and stay for what amounted a few minutes at the present location, which would be several months there, and she had nearly twenty four hours to use. She was already making plans, but not as many as Lucius who was eating up all the admiration.

Lucius who was even happier as soon as he noticed that Draco had a small starburst in the middle of his forehead, and when he touched his, he felt a warm, tingly place. He felt truly happy and excited for the times ahead; forget the Ministry and its petty bureaucrats, with their cheap clothes and shoes, and their free loading, forget Azkaban, the Dark Lord, and the demented Bellatrix, and yes to a new life started with the love of his life.

The Angelus looked at the bride, and they all agreed they wanted nothing better than be with her in this the bonding day making love to her for days. And were happier than ever thought possible with a bright future in front of them.

They didn't notice eyes in the dark corners still hoping and biding for time, but Meh did, and he just shrugged his shoulders. His daughter would always be coveted, it was the way things were, and there was no sense in worrying, but be alert and ready to fight. He held on to his bride, and hope she also carried another girl, and then reconsidered thinking about future suitors and whatnot. Let his daughter have the daughters and the headaches, that sounded better.

The end

AN A short epilogue and I hope the end pleased everyone.