Twenty-Three
September 18th 2017:
“How did you do it?!” Lucius yelled as he walked into Lyra’s room.
“How’d I do what?” She acted innocent.
“How did you get in contact with the Ministry?” Lyra shrugged her shoulders. Lucius walked up to her and grabbed her face. “Tell me.”
“I’d rather not.” Lucius scoffed and dropped his hands. He narrowed his eyes and took a closer look at Lyra.
“Your magic.” Lucius laughed. “I suppose that is my own fault. I should have realized you would figure out a way to use your magic.”
“Did you just realize that? I mean I’ve been doing wandless magic since I was eleven. It was one of the first things my mum taught me.”
“That’s advanced.” Lucius looked closely at Lyra. He narrowed his eyes. “What are you hiding with this glamour?”
“What? I don’t have any glamours on.”
“We will see about that.” Lucius raised the wand in his hand.
“Revelio.” Lucius muttered. Lyra felt the magic wash over her. When it faded, Lucius laughed. “Your mother hid every part of you that was related to your father.” Lyra looked down and saw blonde hair. Platinum blonde hair that matched the man in front of her. “Malfoy’s have a symbolic hair color and piercing blue eyes. Your mother has been hiding them from you.”
“In her defense, you literally kidnapped your granddaughter. Maybe she had a good reason to hide everything that connected me to you.”
“I guess she had a point there.” Lucius smirked. “We have to move out. We have to leave since you decided to share our location.” Lyra sensed a hint of something behind his words. Maybe enjoyment, she wasn’t sure.
“How did you find out?” Lyra asked before Lucius left the room.
“Oh darling, I have someone on the inside.” Lyra heard before Mcnair came in and injected something into her neck, causing her world to go black.
“What do you mean there was nothing there?” Draco yelled at Auror Garrett.
“There was no sign of Lucius, Lyra or any other associates he might have.”
“And my parents?”
“Gone. Signs of a struggle were apparent.” Hermione held back a sob.
“What is our next step? Hermione asked the Aurors. “What else can we do?”
“As of right now, we have no leads, Minister. We have no idea where Lucius Malfoy is, who he is working with, or where they could be.”
“Draco, has the French Minister contacted you yet?”
“Not yet. My team was leaving for a mandated vacation when you wrote asking for me.”
“Damn.” Hermione mumbled.
“Now that things have settled, slightly, may I suggest that you change out of your pajamas.” Draco said to Hermione and her eyes widened and looked down.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me sooner that I’m not wearing shoes?”
“You were in the middle of something.” Harry shrugged his shoulders.
“You don’t like it when people interrupt you.” Ron added.
“I thought it was funny.” Draco added. Hermione glared.
“I am going to change.” Hermione walked to her office and shut the door.
“Did anyone else notice her socks had nifflers on them?” Auror Garret asked the room.
“Luna got those for her.” The four men all chuckled.
September 19th 2017:
When Lyra came too, she couldn’t feel her magic flowing through her blood anymore. She opened her eyes and saw Lucius talking to Mcnair.
“You-” She struggled to speak. “Y-you took my magic?”
“I didn’t take it. I suppressed it.” Her eyes were fluttering, she was struggling to stay awake.
“How long have I been out?”
“Just a day.”
“It’s my mom’s birthday today.” Lyra mumbled.
“It is. And I thought we could send her a birthday present.” That’s when Lyra noticed the two other people in the room. “Lyra, meet your other grandparents.”
Monica and Wendell Wilkinses sat against the adjacent wall. They were awake, and they were scared.
“My ancestors were a part of the first group of wizards in Europe. I have a journal that my ancestors wrote in and in it, a way to reverse the effects of the spell Obliviate.” Lucius turned to Monica and Wendell. “memorias restituta et reversa” Lucius’ wand glowed as a stream of light hit both of the muggles standing before him.
Lyra couldn’t process the chain of events fast enough.
“Where are we?” Wendell asked, looking around.
“Where’s Hermione? Hermione was about to leave for school, where is she?” Monica looked around and her eyes fell on Lyra.
“I’ll let you tell them.” Lucius walked out the door.
Lyra looked to her grandparents.
“Hi.” She felt awkward. Hermione never talked about her parents. All Lyra knew was that her mom took her parent’s memories of her away before she went off with Uncle Harry and Uncle Ron. She didn’t know their names or anything. She knew what they looked like due to a few pictures Hermione had kept, but that was all. “I’m Lyra. Lyra Granger.” The older couple looked at each other before turning back to the young girl.
“I’m Jean and this is my Husband,”
“Noah. Noah Granger.”
“Are we your…?” Jean trailed off.
“My grandparents? Yes. My mother is Hermione Granger.” Jean gasped and Noah froze.
“And how old are you?”
“I’m sixteen years old.”
“Where are we? Where is Hermione?”
“I don’t know where we are. My mom is most likely at the Ministry of Magic. She works there, she’s the Minister.”
“Hermione is the Minister of the Wizarding world?” Jean asked with a proud smile on her face.
“She is. Not only is she the first female muggle born minister, she’s the youngest witch to ever hold office.”
“Oh, our baby is making history.” Jean turned to her Husband.
“What happened to us? The last thing I remember of Hermione was waiting for her to come downstairs for tea. We had plans that day to take her out to celebrate her final year at Hogwarts.”
“That was in 1997.” Lyra didn’t know how to comfort the two adults in front of her. “She erased your memories of her and gave you new identities to protect you. There was a war going on in the Wizarding world and Muggle borns and their parents were being targeted. And since she is close friends with Harry, she was in more danger than a regular muggleborn.”
“Oh our poor baby. She’s been alone for all these years.”
“She’s had me and her friends. She’s happy.”
“And your father? Is he around?” Jean asked.
“That’s where it gets a bit complicated.” Lyra took a deep breath and prepared herself for the explanation that was about to come out of her mouth. “You know the man that was just in here?” They nodded their heads. “That’s my other grandfather. My father is his son. I’ve also never met my father. My mom found out she was pregnant after she and my father broke up. She never told him about me. In her defense, his family is kinda crazy. I mean who kidnaps their granddaughter? Anyways, my father’s name is Draco Malfoy. They went to school together.”
“Malfoy. Isn’t that the name of the kid that bullied Hermione?” Noah asked his wife.
“It is. He called her that disgusting name and tormented her. That is who she ended up having a child with?”
“Enemies to lovers, I guess.” Lyra shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know much about their relationship. I only figured out he was my father like three months ago. I don’t know if mom even knows I know.”
“How long have you been in this man’s hold?”
“Uh a few weeks.”
“What does he want with you?”
“I don’t know the specifics of his plans but I am guessing it’s to get revenge or something on my parents.”
“Why did he take us?” Noah asked
“I am assuming it is to send mom a message.” If this was a movie, a lightbulb would have appeared above her head. “Do either of you have any electronics on you?” Jean and Noah looked at each other and then back at their granddaughter.
“I have a smart watch. Why?”
“Let me see it.” Noah handed her his watch.
“What are you going to do with it? Why can’t you just use magic?”
“My magic has been suppressed. But with this, I can send a message directly to mom’s personal computer. She’ll be the only one who can have access to it. So whoever in the Ministry that is working with Lucius, won’t see the message.”
“You know how to use muggle technology?” Jean questioned.
“Mom has integrated muggle technologies and policies into the muggle world. It was one of her first acts as Minister.” Lyra smiled as she got a signal sent from the watch to her mother’s computer. “I sent the signal and wrote a note for them. Whatever you do, do not let Lucius see this or let anyone take it from you.” Noah nodded and tucked it away into his pocket.
“What is your plan?”
“I’m going to bargain my life for your freedom. I will comply with whatever it is he wants, as long as he lets you both go.”
“We can’t let you do that.”
“You have too. I need you to get my mother that watch. Once she knows there is a mole within the ministry, she’ll find the mole and then she’ll find me. Please just trust me.” Jean and Noah Granger looked at each other.
“Okay, we’ll do what you think is best.”
Their moment of peace was interrupted by Lucius throwing open the door.
“You stupid girl!” Lyra smiled at him. He raised his wand to her but her smile did not falter.
“You’re not going to harm me.”
“Oh, and why is that?”
“Because you need me. You need me in order to play out your revenge on my mother.” Lucius’ arm did not move. “I want to make a deal.”
“Do you truly think you are in a position to make a deal with me right now?”
“Yes. Because like I said, you need me.” Lucius lowered his wand. “I will comply with your plan.”
“For what in exchange?”
“You let them go. Take me to a new location, whatever you want, I’ll listen. I’ll stop trying to send my mother messages, but only if you agree to release them.”
“How can I believe you?”
“I’m my mother’s daughter. I’m smart. I know that for me, the best thing to do is to comply.”
“You’re a slytherin, are you not?”
“I am. But I was raised by Gryffindors.” Lucius almost smiled.
“You have a deal.”
Hermione had just finished changing into her emergency clothes she kept in the office when Draco walked in.
“No knocking?” She asked as she slipped her heels on.
“I’ve seen you naked before Granger.” Hermione rolled her eyes.
“Granger,” Hermione turned to look at Draco. “I won’t say the happy part considering the circumstances but, Birthday.” He said, handing her a box.
“Draco.”
“Shush. Just open the box.” Hermione did as she was told. When smiled when she unwrapped it.
“A second edition of Hogwarts: A History.”
“I’ve heard it’s one of your favorite books. I was going to get you the first edition but I believe some other bloke beat me to it.” Hermione laughed.
“Yes, some boy back at school gave it to me.”
“And I believe it led you to kissing him.” Draco took a step closer.
“I believe that you are right.” Hermione took the next step and leaned her head up. “Thank you.” They both leaned in, but right as their lips were about to touch, a ringing noise filled the room.
“What in the bloody hell is that?”
“That’s my computer.” Hermione walked over to her desk and clicked on her notification. She gasped as she saw it. “It’s from a watch registered to Wendell Wilkinses. My father’s alias.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, I have their location. And that our daughter is a genius.”
“I thought we knew that last bit already.” Hermione laughed and agreed.
“Come on, let’s get this to the team.”
Hermione picked her computer up and brought it outside.
“Harry! I have a location!”
“How?”
“I’ll explain later. We need a team for this location right now!”
“Aurors, you heard the Minister. Get your gear ready, we leave in five.” Harry shouted to his team.
Within five minutes, Harry and his team were gone.
“Merlin, I hope they find her.” Hermione said to Draco. “It would be a great birthday present.”
“Let’s sit in your office.” Draco led Hermione to her office.
“Distract me, please. This was one thing when it was just Lyra. Of course I was worried and terrified for my daughter but now that my parents are in the mix, It’s worse. Lyra can handle herself. But my parents, they’re muggles who don’t understand anything. They don’t know anything about this world. They have to be scared. So please, for just one moment, please distract me.” Draco smirked and leaned in.
“Okay.” Draco connected their lips. His hands went to her waist and guided her to the small couch the two of them slept on not too long ago. He turned them around and sat down, pulling Hermione down onto his lap, moving her legs to straddle him. Hermione moaned as she felt him at her core.
Hermione rocked her hips against his, back and forth, just like he taught her all those years ago.
“Merlin. This reminds me of the first night we did anything.” Draco mumbled against her lips.
“That was the first time I-”
“Sucked my cock.” Draco finished her sentence for her. “Trust me, I remember.” Hermione grabbed her wand and aimed it at the door. Draco felt the magic of a silence charm go around them and heard the lock on Hermione’s door lock. “Granger,”
“Malfoy.” She smirked and rocked her hips against him again. Hermione tried to slip off his lap but Draco’s hold on her wouldn’t allow it.
“It is your birthday, Granger. Let me.” Draco stood up, still holding Hermione against him. He gently dropped her on the couch and she laughed. Draco kneeled down in front of her.
“Draco,” Hermione moaned as he ran his hands up her legs, pushing her skirt up.
“Words, Granger, words.”
“Please just touch me already.” He smirked. His hands found her knickers and without hesitation, ripped them clean off her body. “Those are my only pair I have here.”
“I’ll conjure you up another pair once I’m done.” Hermione didn’t have time to respond, as Draco took his opportunity to dive into her core. Hermione gasped as she felt his tongue on her for the first time in seventeen years. It was almost enough to make her come right there. “Let me hear you, Granger.”
And that is exactly what she did. Everything he did extracted a sound out of her. He stopped for just a moment to look up at her.
“Merlin, you are beautiful like this. Spread out and panting for me.” Draco placed a kiss on her core. “You are more attractive to me now than you ever have been. Knowing you are the mother of my child makes you all the more attractive.” She smiled at him, too out of breath to speak. Draco held his hand up for Hermione to see. “Do you remember the first time I did this and I used my ring on you?”
“Mhm” Hermione smiled.
“Seeing my Malfoy ring in your cunt was one of the best moments of my life.” Hermione laughed. Draco moved his ring into position. “I’ve been wearing it again recently in hopes of seeing it against you again.” Draco thrusted his fingers deep into Hermione’s core. His ring hitting her spot. He lowered his mouth onto her again.
“I’m close. Please Draco, please.” He gave her exactly what she needed. “Draco!” He helped coax her down from her high. Once she caught her breath she pulled Draco up and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. “I have not come,” she paused to take a deep breath, “that hard, since that last time we had sex.” Draco smirked.
“Were the seventeen years worth the wait?” Hermione just laughed.
“I am not stroking your ego anymore than I already have.” Draco chuckled.
“There’s something else I’d rather you stroked.”
“Well maybe I could,” The two were interrupted by a knock at the door. Draco quickly stood up, adjusted his trousers, and helped Hermione up. She straightened her skirt and took down the silencing spell and unlocked the door. “Come in.”
Harry walked into the room.
“Good and Bad news.” Harry looked suspiciously at the two adults. “Bad news, Lyra and Lucius were not found at the scene.”
“And the good news?”
“Your parents were found.” He paused. “With their memories fully returned.”
“What?”
“They knew who Ron and I were. Recognized us immediately.”
“Their memories are restored? And they’re here?”
“Yes, They are right outside.” Hermione ran from the room and saw her mom and dad talking with Ron.
“Mum? Dad?” Hermione’s voice cracked. The three adults looked over. Ron was smiling at Hermione and so were her parents.
“Hermione.” She ran to her mom and threw herself at her parents.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Shh, Hermione, baby, it’s okay.” Her mom whispered into her hair.
“We’re okay.” Hermione’s dad told his daughter. “We love you so much.”
“I love you too. I love you both so much. I’ve missed you both.” Hermione pulled away from the hug and didn’t attempt to hide the tears running down her face.
“Oh honey,” Her mom said, wiping the tears away.
Hermione saw her dad stiffen and then followed his eye line. Draco was standing outside the office, staring at Hermione and her parents.
“That’s her father, right?” Noah Granger asked his daughter.
“Yes.” Hermione motioned for Draco to walk over to them. “Mom, dad, this is Draco Malfoy.”
“Hello.” Draco raised his hand to shake her father’s before quickly switching hands. It was at this moment Hermione remembered what exactly went down in her office and remembered she was not wearing any knickers.