'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

~taken from John Legend's "All of Me"

I won't say that the road to recovery is easy. Physically I'm fine after the Healer's fix me up, and mentally I'm pretty alright. I did best my kidnapper after all- while pregnant and a bit messed up in the head from everything that's been going on- so I'm pretty proud of myself.

It's not specifically me who is suffering in the aftermath of everything. It's the opposite actually- everyone else is having a hard time adjusting to reality.

Harry and Ron come to see me as soon as they possibly can. For a moment all the Siren nonsense is forgotten, and it's like we're best friends again, back when we were very young and attempting to live trouble-free lives. They dolt on me, ensuring that I am perfectly fine and questioning if they need to secretly end Atticus Nott for me.

In a way it's almost like having two more Draco's, two men who care very much for my safety. Only, they don't know the entire story, not in the beginning.

The news, the truth, everything comes out like a waterfall from a high cliff, spilling into a perplexity that even I have a hard time stomaching.

It begins with the Nott's. Draco is there for me every step of the way when they admit to what they have done, unable to hide behind a series of lies. We stand behind a thick glass, able to see into a room that cannot see us. He holds my hand as we listen to them spill out everything from Ginny to their motive to their twisted plans.

We don't listen to the entire story. Draco can't quite handle it without getting angry, and only a two days after my release from the hospital we sit outside in a Ministry hallway.

"It's just like we always assumed," he sighed, closing his eyes. "They did it for purity."

"An impure action for purity," I scoff, just as disgusted. Just like the doll thrown into my room ages before, they wished to cut me open and split me apart. "I can't imagine what would make them believe that there was any truth behind that myth."

"Because Theo found an embodiment of the myth," Draco sighs again, grasping my hand. "He figured out what you are and dug up what he could on Siren's. Theo will never be a pure soul, but he isn't the kind to carry burdens. If he had the opportunity to purify himself he would jump at the opportunity."

"It's still a far-fetched idea."

Draco shakes a finger gently at me. "We live in a world of magic. Nothing is impossible Hermione. And he ran with that idea."

"Yeah… I suppose you are right. But what would make him share it with his father."

"Theo idolizes his father. While I grew out of my stage of idolizing mine, he never did. He always wanted to be the cutthroat Death Eater his father was, even when he was sent to Azkaban for it. When they found out what could be done with you, Theo sent an owl to his father. They had to hatch the plan together."

"And poor Ginny," I groan, feeling sorry for the girl who played a part in this idiocy. "He touched a nerve and got inside her head."

"He was always good at that. Unfortunately, he would make a brilliant criminal."

"He does make a good criminal. I just hopes he pays for what he tried to do, and for what he put poor Ginny through. We should've known that it wasn't all her."

"It was partially her Hermione. The Imperious Curse can only control one so much. Theo put the original influence into Weaselette's mind, he convinced her to cut off your hair, to steal your DNA and take your clothes. That, agreeably, wasn't her. But when it was lifted, and she stole Potter's invisibility cloak to get the password to your room? She took matters into her own hands. She was convinced that purity can be brought out of horrendous circumstances, like aiding someone to kill a friend. She was looking for a way out of her own fucking head."

I bite my lip. What he's saying isn't a lie, even if I don't want to believe it. Under the truth serum Ginny couldn't lie, and she admitted to what she had done. Maybe I should've seen the issues before.

There's nothing truly wrong with the ginger. She's always been like a sister to me. But once upon a time she was controlled by Tom Riddle, and he did get inside her head and touch her soul. An evil like that messing around inside of you just doesn't go away. I suppose I never thought about it until I had to.

She just wanted a way to get him out of her head. It didn't bother her often but sometimes Ginny still felt like he was there, playing around with her soul. She became so entranced with the idea that she lost what was important; she forgot what the price was for purity.

"She'll be tried," I mutter, "Won't she?"

He nods, looking pained by what he said next. "If you speak out on her behalf the sentence will probably be next to nothing."

"What makes you think I'll speak out for Ginny?"

He looks me directly in the eyes, giving me a skeptical look. "You aren't even mad Hermione. You listened to your friend confess and cry and explain how she desired to back out at one point, and it touched on your emotional connection to the girl. Something tells me you won't stand to see her thrown into Azkaban for being manipulated- even partially."

I know what he means by that. She still did carry on doing things on her own. And she took something of Harry's without permission. There she dug her own hole. I don't know what will become of their relationship.

Theo got into Ginny's head and controlled her, and set in motion a domino effect he hoped she would follow. The plan worked out just fine in their favor until she backed out and really started feeling guilty, finally getting her senses back.

"No, I wouldn't," I agree, knowing my friend doesn't deserve that. "What do you think will become of the Nott's? They will more than likely go to Azkaban, but for how long?"

"Life," Draco snaps. "Anything short of that and I'll make sure to handle them myself when they get out. I should walk back in there right now, carve the shit out of them for even attempting to-"

"You're not going to do that," I say sternly, leveling with his anger. "Then you'll be in Azkaban, and this child will never get to properly meet his father."

He softens at that, extending an arm to rest around me, his other hand moving to sit on my stomach. "Well, we can't have that."

"No, we can't," I say, leaning in for a kiss. It's simple and kind and I get lost in the movement for a moment. How I missed his tender kisses.

"I love you," he whispers, ghosting his lips over mine. I grin at the action.

"I love you too."

Dumbledore is a gracious man, and he kindly extends our holiday vacation a week to accommodate for what has happened. Let me tell you that I have never been so thankful to not be attending classes. There's simply too much to do.

A few things were cleared up by the time that the interrogations were complete. For one thing we know for absolutely sure that neither Nott ever had any idea that I was pregnant, which is bloody fantastic.

We also know how Atticus got into the Manor. That was not quite as fantastic.

My eardrums have never hurt so much from all that screaming.

"You let him in!"

"You don't have any power over me Draco!"

And that's pretty much the entirety between Draco and his father for the course of several hours. Malfoy men can really scream.

Apparently despite Draco speaking to his father previously about house guests Atticus Nott was able to convince Lucius to allow him in for a quick moment. Lucius, being slightly delusional, thought that was just a fantastic idea.

And if that plan failed plan b was to use the DNA stolen from my head and the clothing Ginny too and have someone pretend to be me to distract Draco while I was abducted (somehow). Considering that Malfoy Manor wouldn't have even let them in just because they "looked" like me it's a rather ridiculous idea.

I won't even go into how preposterous that idea was because I'll go on for days. It really would have only worked at Hogwarts, if at all. But hey, maybe that was the intention all along. I honestly didn't bother asking.

My DNA was safely found though and burnt, destroying the trinket permanently. I decided to just discard the clothing taken out of my room, knowing I won't fit into the outfits much longer anyway.

While Draco is off arguing with his father however, I receive a knock on his bedroom door. It's rather strange, considering my friends won't come here. Opening the door I find myself surprised by who is on the other side.

Narcissa Malfoy. Well, here we go again with those pure-of-blood conversations.

"Hermione," she says kindly, practically sending me to the floor. I was expecting something along the lines of 'Granger' or even 'Mudblood'. "May I come in a moment?"

I robotically let her in, surprised that she wants to enter. I figured knowing that your son is sleeping with a woman in his bedroom would keep a mother out, especially when she hates said woman.

"What can I do for you?" I ask after a moment, zoning out the shouts still coming from down the hall. I've been ignoring it for a while now since it became repetitive.

She smoothed out her formal gown, sitting gingerly on one of the chairs. She looks rather uncomfortable. "I was not aware that you're with child."

For the second time in under five minutes I almost fall over because of her. How the hell did she find out I'm pregnant if we haven't even told his parents yet?

Deciding that it really won't do me any good to lie since we will be telling his parents soon, I shrug sheepishly and glance away. "Well, um… yes."

"How long?"

"A few months I suppose. It obviously hasn't been long enough for me to start showing or you would have noticed before. How exactly did you learn that?"

She blinks several times, tilting her head to the side. "Well… Draco started screaming at Lucius about how he had endangered both you and his child, and I just put the pieces together…"

I blush, wondering when Draco got heated enough to release that little detail. "Right. He is a hothead at times."

"Both of them are," she smiles, sending me the first look of kindness that she ever has. "You will have to learn to love it."

"I've learned to live with it," I reply, sending a gentle smile back her way. She's being almost kind to me, which is really throwing me off. This is like the perfect set up for the ridiculous muggle shows I used to watch, where the kindly mother would be very sweet right before she killed you.

Then it dawns on me, and I smile wider. Not long ago Draco said that his mother would most likely be more kind to me if she knew I was with child… that she would be a grandparent. It was something she had gushed about since she was fifteen.

Of course she was excited now. I only had to get knocked up for her to like me.

"So when will the wedding be dear?"

Well, I wasn't wrong. She did just try to kill me, but with an alarming questioning instead of the a-typical muggle knife.

"E-excuse me?" I stutter, looking at her in alarming. "The wedding?"

""Of course," she says, smiling genuinely. "With a child comes marriage of course. That is how I ended up married to Lucius so young."

I'm not even going to dwell on that one. "I… I don't know," I answer honestly, a bit too flabbergasted to say much else. Narcissa draws the most ungodly conclusions I have ever seen.

She waves a hand. "You don't have to tell me now dearie, but once my son produces the proper ring I expect to see it. The wedding would be best if it's done before your child arrives. Exactly how pregnant are you again?"

I simply stare at her, strategically attempting to figure out the best part of this conversation to shoot down first. Draco destroys my fun by stomping in, angrier than I've seen him with his father before.

"Mother, are you in here bothering Hermione again?" he snaps, backing up when she shoots him a disapproving glare.

"No, I was just leaving," she says sweetly, shooting me a wink. "We can talk later Hermione. Do owl from school. I would love to hear that the baby is growing properly and staying healthy."

We both stare at the blonde woman as she leaves, Draco with a look of confusion that matches mine. I'm not entirely sure what just happened. Since I came to Malfoy Manor that women has hated my guts, and now all she wants to do is discuss wedding plans.

What the hell am I even supposed to make out of that?

"Should I even ask?" Draco questioned uncertainly, eyeing me as he flopped on the bed.

I shake my head. "No, it was nothing. She just heard your rant with your father, and I guess you dropped the baby bomb on him while you were at it."

"Yeah… it was an honest mistake. It just slipped off my tongue. I suppose she overheard that."

"She most certainly did."

He grimaces, extending his arms towards me. "Then I sincerely hope that you forgive me. I can only imagine how she gushed. Now she won't forget that until the kid is born, and then he'll be spoiled rotten by her. My mother is just an absolute dolt for babies."

"So I've noticed. She even called me Hermione."

"I heard that part too. That's half the reason I knew something was up."

I shake my head playfully at him, moving to sit down on his lap. "Was that the only giveaway?"

"That, and you looked moderately horrified. Did she mention anything else?"

Oh, just a wedding that we haven't even discussed. Aside from moderate conversations about our relationship and the fact that we've met each other's parents we have not spoken any further about where we stand with one another, just that we're having this baby boy together.

"No, not really. She just wanted to tell me to keep her updated on his growth and things like that."

It would be a conversation to have at a later time, after I crushed the idea of a fast-approaching wedding from Narcissa's head. And maybe when he wasn't sinfully kissing my lips, slowly wiping all the thoughts out of my head. I relax against his, letting Narcissa's words drip right off of me.

I'll worry about that later after the baby is born. Much later.

"I'm so glad you came!"

The only place Draco and I decide to visit for the rest of our extended vacation is my parents' house, a place I was due to visit over a week ago. I owe them a long explanation about everything, and they deserve to know about my pregnancy before we go around telling our friends. After that, we're going to have to tell the media. They will find out anyway.

The look on my father's face when we tell him the happy news is one of utter defeat. The last thing he ever wanted for me was for me to be pregnant before I got married- before I even finished school. Yet here I am half-way through my final school year, unmarried and knocked-up.

He might actually be trying to burn real holes into Draco's head. It's sort of uncomfortable.

My mother does a fine job of lightening the mood by being nothing but excited, congratulating the both of us. Like I told Draco before, she was speculating beforehand that this would happen. I expect that she's been waiting for this announcement since our first sexual adventure. While I never really told her, she did give birth to a Siren and experience some Siren traits. She understands more than my father does about this perplexing situation.

Maybe that's why the only expression she seems to be able to produce is one of joy. If only my father could match that look without looking like he is going to kill Draco at any given point in time.

I'm able to escape to the bathroom just before dinner to straighten myself out and see if I look as haggard as I feel. The reflection staring back at me reveals all I've been through.

After Draco and I sealed the Siren deal my outrageous looks took a downturn. While I used to have these voluptuous looks for a while, embodying a beauty that wasn't truly mine and an aroma that lured men into my grasp I now look more like myself. My hair that used to shine in the light has turned back to it's pretty but not overpowering brunette color, and my eyes almost always remain brown now. I have not seen them transform into blue for a long time.

I look like myself again, but with more experience under my belt and tired eyes from everything I've been through and the multiple things on my mind. But I still look like me.

I'm not that overdone sexed up girl anymore, I'm just Hermione Granger again. And I love being me.

A quick series of raps against the door draws me from my daydream. "Hermione- let me in!"

His voice is low but rushed, and I grin as I open the door for Draco to scurry in. He looks rather unsettled.

"Your father is glaring at me. He wanted to have a talk. An actual talk! What the hell am I supposed to do about that?"

I laugh, realizing Draco has probably never had to sit down seriously and talk to a girl's parents. He's certainly never had to talk to someone's father about becoming a daddy and all that junk either. He actually looks rather afraid.

The fact that Draco is even moderately afraid of talking to my father man to man sends me into another bout of giggles. He doesn't seem to appreciate my laughter.

"This is a serious question you know."

I continue to chuckle, dragging my poor boyfriend out of the bathroom. "You're going to have to talk to him dear, simple as that. And I apologize for how unpleasant it's going to be."

He shoots me an uncertain look as he's pulled down the stairs. I have a strange feeling that our parents are going to be far more involved in our lives that now a baby is on the way.

And we've only told our parents. I can only imagine how annoying people are going to be when the media finds out.

Unfortunately for us my parents will not let us share a room here. They might know how I ended up pregnant, but it's too awkward for them to think about us sharing a room in their home. I can respect that.

But I hate it. I hate being away from Draco, especially at night. I've grown so accustomed to sleeping beside him at night, his strong arms holding me close to him. We manage to get some time alone though in my living room downstairs before it's time for bed.

"You should just sleep here with me," he mutters, stroking my hair. "Then at least we aren't destroying your childhood bed by lying together."

"Draco, it really is a respect thing. It's not because my father hates you."

"I bet that's half the reasoning behind it. Besides, my parents were fine with it."

I shake my head. "Our parents come from two completely, remotely different worlds."

Sighing he agrees, lacing an arm around my shoulders. "I really don't want to tell everyone else about this baby. I don't think I can handle anymore awkward talks like that. You don't suppose we can just let them find out overtime?"

"No, we are not dropping that on people. We'll tell our friends before anyone else finds out, but the media will learn of it somehow. If not now, then when I start showing. And then it would just be considered some overhyped scandal."

"It'll be a scandal that we are in a relationship. I'm not sure people can handle that reality."

"Probably not," I agree, smiling as I lean against him. "We only have a few days before we go back to Hogwarts you know."

"And I would love to spend them sleeping beside you," he sighs. "If only."

"It won't be that long. I can still slip back to your common room you know."

"Well I suppose that's true."

I kiss him then, melting into his touch for a moment. I'll have to go back upstairs soon, but for right now I just want to kiss my boyfriend and get lost in the feeling.

The good thing about conception is that I can't be used for purity anymore (if that was ever a real thing). If Atticus and Theo knew that it would have made our lives so much simpler these past months.

While I can't be hurt, my baby can. I don't know what kind of traits are going to come with our baby boy, but we vaguely discussed it earlier. The ring I took from my mother's box is supposed to tell me if I am pregnant and if the baby will have Siren traits.

Except I'm having a boy and the ring still glows signaling that he has Siren traits. We haven't figured that out yet.

For right now we are all safe and find, and I cherish these moments when we can be a regular couple. Right now our unborn child is perfectly safe, protected by his parents. And his loving father would never let any sort of danger get near him again, neither while I am carrying him nor once he is born.

The kiss deepens just for a moment before I pull back and smile. "I have to go upstairs."

"We could just lie and say you did."

I kiss him once more before pulling away, playfully winking as I leave the room. "Goodnight Draco."

"Goodnight Hermione. Sweet dreams."

The climb from my living room to my room is the first true time I feel weight being lifted off my shoulders. I'm safe, things are being explained to our parents, and my baby is unharmed. I'm back at my childhood home, and in a way it feels like things have come full circle. For the first time in a long time I am completely at peace.

I fall asleep with a smile on my face, my thoughts on Draco and our son, and the life I hope to spend with them.

A/n: And there it is, the final chapter. It's been a long time coming!

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