Avery

Avery Apparated herself right away to St. Mungo's and, seeing Lofi by Draco's side, looking at him lying on the bed bandaged all over his body with blood still soaking it, she reached out to him trembling. The memories came back to her; Draco was shielding her with his body, begging her to leave, his voice, his face, his hand on her face, his blood dried on her shirt. "My Avery..." She heard him saying that right in front of her.

"He wants you," that's what he said. How would Draco know that? Salem had only been bothering The Averys since they were the leaders; Tom and Avery had never discussed anything about Salem with anyone else. Something was not right; Draco knew something. She knew she should not be doing this to Draco without his permission, but she needed to know.

"Accio Vial!" the vial flew to her hand. She took her wand and put it to Draco's forehead and took Draco's memories, putting them in the vial. She squeezed Draco's hand, touched his face, and kissed his cheek. "I'll be right back."

She Apparated to her Pensieve, poured the vial, and dove her head in. She saw scene after scene where Draco was with his father, shaking hands with his father's business partners, and there was Salem, shaking his hand, talking to him, and going outside, where he imperioed Draco to take the unbreakable vow. The letter Draco was reading had a tornado picture on it. Draco was sobbing while Avery was lying down on her bed, unconscious after the Triwizard.

"This is my fault," he said, trembling as he kissed her on her eyes, her cheeks, and her mouth longer... like he was saying goodbye, holding her hand, kissing it, and putting her hand on his forehead. "I love you," he whispered.

He was asking Pansy to go to Yule with him, with a disturbed face, and Pansy said yes. He saw Hermione outside his common room, watching her run away from him while he clenched his palm, standing like a stone, watching her get farther away from him.

Looking at Hermione the entire time at Yule, dancing with somebody else, Draco was doing nothing other than staring at Avery through the entire night. Pansy was pissed; he didn't want to dance with her, storming out of the Headmaster's room, questioning her absence, shrugging his face; he seemed frustrated. On his birthday, Draco was always gazing at her while she was looking down at her plate.

"Topsy!" he called to his elf. "Follow Hermione; she stole my present" Topsy nodded. Someone cleared their throat behind Draco, and he turned his head; there she was, looking straight at him. At first, he could not look into her eyes, the eyes he loved... but he was looking at her now, holding himself back from hugging her. He missed her so much; there was not a day he didn’t think of her, the fact that she was out of his reach now when they had been so close. He had to go; otherwise, he'd hug her tight and never let her go. He kept reminding himself of the fact that Salem could break into Triwizard and make a tornado to harm her; he could do more. So he turned away from her, but he heard.

"I love you... I love you too," she whispered.

He stopped and turned back to her, but she was already walking out. He kept looking at her back and He's wishpering "Mon Amor..."

His friends kept shouting at him to go take a picture together, but he Apparated himself to his room, clenching his chest on his knees, screaming in frustration. Topsy appeared.

"Master, Topsy brought Miss Avery's present that she stole; she was throwing it in the trash bin in the kitchen," his eyes glossy as he looked at his master in a mess. Draco opened the present—the golden yellow wrapper. Inside was a golden bottle with a letter:

For My Draco

I made this myself. This is a perfume that only we can smell, and also when we apply it, there will be a golden string only we can see, so I can always see you and smell you in a crowd, and so do you.

Bon anniversaire, Mon Amor.

He used it right away, and the golden string appeared from his body through his window. He stood and followed it through his window and saw it connecting with a curly brown-haired girl standing, looking at the bench below the tree where they shared a lot of memories since they were little. His eyes glossy as he saw Hermione there, walking away slowly, looking back at the Manor and walking again. He couldn't help but follow her from afar. She walked and walked; he followed the string, keeping his distance from her. He could not see her, but he could see the string until the string ended at the pavement. He stood there; he still could smell Hermione like she was just there seconds ago.

Draco was glaring at Victor's hands on Hermione, the way Hermione smiled at him in the hall while they were dancing together. But Draco's eyes were on Hermione the entire time until Salem came.

Avery reemerged from the Pensieve and was stunned by the truth she had just seen. After she cleaned herself up, she went back to St. Mungo's, waiting for Draco to wake up and never leaving his side. Lofi and Topsy came once in a while, bringing her food and clean clothes to change into. After 3 days, Draco had not woken up. The Malfoys moved him to the Manor and were treated by the Malfoy family healer. It's been 5 days, and Avery slept beside him, looking at him as his chest spasmed; it seemed difficult for him to breathe. Tears streamed down at that sight.

She closed her eyes, holding Draco's palm. "Draco...you have to wake up; otherwise I cannot see your eyes anymore. I need to see them; I need to see...to feel you,"

she sobbed. "I...I miss you so much, please... please."

"I miss you too," Draco replied, whispering.

Avery gasped, her eyes wide open, looking at Draco, wiping her eyes to see him better because it was blurry from her tears.

"Oh Draco...Oh Draco..."

"I can't see you." He could not move his body; it was stiff from the wound. "Come close," he said weakly.

She got close to him, bringing her forehead to Draco's, looking straight into his eyes, and he was looking into hers. He smiled, "Don't cry... Mon Amor..."

"I killed him; he's gone. The unbreakable vow vanished with him."  

"How do you know? Did you..."

"Yes, I saw it all; I saw it all... I'm sorry, I had to; I needed to know," she was still sobbing, touching his face.

The next week

Draco was still healing; he could walk outside now, slowly, with Hermione by his side. They were sitting on the bench at his Manor; he's hugging her.

"Hug me tightly like you'll never let me go," she requested. He hugged her tightly.

"Pansy's emerald ring, was it your idea to make me break our engagement?"

"Yes." He frowned.

"You know me so well; without it, I think I would never have broken our engagement."

"I'm sorry..." he hid his face in her neck.

"Don't say that," her eyes glossy, "I would've done it too if I were you."

It may be strange to outsiders that Purebloods marry quite early. They get married while they're still in school after Draco healed because Draco was afraid something would take Hermione from him again. After their wedding in the Garden of Malfoy Manor, that night they made love like Draco was made for Hermione and Hermione was made for Draco.

For their first time, they could feel each other; all their senses were awake. Draco carried her bridal style to his bed, putting her slowly on the bed. She was wearing lingerie with soft yellow and green lace. Draco was only wearing long pants. They looked into each other's eyes, and he kissed her slowly from her ears to her neck. His left palm caressed her left breast, kneading slowly as he kissed her passionately until Hermione gasped. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, his other hand touching her stomach, caressing until he reached her panties. He stroked her clit, and she moaned. Draco started kissing her nipples with her lingerie still on; the friction of her lace on her nipples made her gasp. Hermione soaked in all the sensations she felt at the moment while Draco's hands were working. "Mon Amor," Draco whispered to her. He went down on her, opening her soaked panties, kissing her thigh, looking into her eyes as she breathed heavily. They stared at each other, and Draco devoured her like he was starving. She could feel every swipe he made, moaning, "Draco, ah..." His left fingers swirled around her left breast as he stroked and licked her until she came, She cry out, "Aah..." She came hard. After ensuring she was wet enough for penetration, he kissed her cheeks. "Does it feel good?"

"Yes," she was still breathing heavily, "too good," she gasped when she felt him at her entrance. "I need you to feel me," Draco said.

"I want to feel you." she replied welcoming him with her two hands.

He entered slowly; it stung but was bearable as Draco played with her clit and her breast to ease the pain until he was deep inside and stayed still, letting Hermione adjust to his size. After a while, Hermione moved her hips to get the friction; she was eager now, and Draco moaned; she needed more. Draco started to move, and they both gasped and moaned, the sound of their skin slapping together and their breathing singing in the room Draco whispered, "Mon Amor..."

"Draco..." As they cried out, reaching their climax, Hermione's blood and Draco's seeds mixed and leaked together.

He hugged her tightly like someone was going to steal her.

"Let me clean it," Hermione reached for her wand.

"No, let it be," he hugged her and whispered in her ear, "If you clean it right away, the child will take longer to come," Draco said playfully.

"Who said that?" Her eyes furrowed at him.

"Just my logical thinking."

Hermione punched him. "That's not how it works!" Hermione said, Draco chuckled.

"But we don't want that to happen though," Hermione agreeing, she nodded.

"Draco, do you think a snake can have children with a badger?" Hermione asked, narrowed her eyes as She's looking into his eyes.

"They will," Draco said, caressing her face.

"How?"

"The snake just has to Slyther into..." he's kissing her cheeks playfully, "every day."

They giggle together.

"Mon amour..."