Harry Potter....The Story That Never Happened....For Magical Fans to RP

Ron ignored them all and reached for Aria.

Hermione inhaled sharply but that's all she did as she looked from them all to Draco.

Draco was as emotionless as he had been all day, though he did have a slightly evil and sadistic smile on his face.

Aria found it slightly difficult to move, since she had literally no strength.

He moved to her sitting down and carefully pulling her onto his lap holding her close.

She looked at him but said nothing.

She snuggled as close as she could.

Draco moved his hand and the deatheaters all disappeared with the body of Percy.

Hermione just stood there.

He held her.

"You're not going to say anything are you?"

Blaise watched him.

"I spoke before and you walked away."


Ron kissed the side of her head.

Draco looked at her. "I know, and I'm sorry about that, but you know that I don't like you seeing me like this."

Aria smiled weakly as she closed her eyes and she was suddenly asleep against him.

"And yet here I am, seeing it all."

Ron smoothed her hair down.

"I know, your particular stubborn."

She slept peacefully.

"As are you."

He looked around letting her sleep.

He gave her a sft smile.

Blaise waved his wan and he set up a pillow and blanket on the chaise lounge.

Hermione moved to him slipping her arms around him.


He laid her down covering her over with a blanket.

Blaise watched them. "I know what I done to her Ron, and I'm sorry for it."

Draco slid his arms around her.

Ron glanced at Blaise. "If she can move past that then as can I."

She pressed a rather sudden and deep kiss to his lips.

He kissed her back, just as deep.

Blaise nodded.

"I'm learning to be forgiving...or I'm trying to anyway."


She pulled him closer. "I love you Draco."

"I love you to Hermione."

Blaise nodded. "You need to learn everything about yourself again when you become a deatheater."

Ron shrugged his main focus on Aria.

"Good. Then you don't mind me being around when you're like this?"

Blaise watched Aria.

"I mind, but I know that you aren't going to leave."

Ron was doing the same.

"No I'm not. This is a part of who you are and I think I should know this part as well."

"Even if you see your future husband loose a little bit of his sanity each time?"

Aria stirred in her sleep, obviously dreaming though juding from the small smile on her face, it was a good dream.

"You're my world Draco, the other part of me. I want to know every little piece of you."

He ran his fingers through her hair.

Aria mumbled his name in her sleep.

Draco looked at her. "I can never convince you that I should be looked up, should I?"

He kissed her forehead.


"What do you think?"