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All she wanted was to know his feelings for her. He never said it outright, but she was almost certain that he loved her. The spark between them and the tension in the room is evident when he looks at her, like she is the only one there, all while surrounded by friends. It was undeniable, and she just wanted to know the truth. She never thought that things would end up the way they did and that she would lose him forever for her actions. It all happened that one morning at breakfast… “McGonagall said the 8th years could try out for Quidditch if we want to,” Harry Potter says, sitting down at the Gryffindor table with a grin stretched across his face. Ron Weasley, with a mouth full of food, pumps his fist into the air before letting out a cough, spraying the younger witch and his best friend with a mixture of eggs and biscuits. “God, cover your mouth, Ronald,” Hermione Granger says from beside him, patting his back before handing him a glass of water. Ginny Weasley, wiping the stray egg from her hair, groans, shaking the chewed and wet food from her hand. “Are you going to try out, Ron?” Lavender Brown says, handing him a napkin. Ron nods, clearing his throat before taking another sip of his water. “You bet. Did you get captain again, Harry?” Harry shrugs his shoulders, pushing the food on his plate before glancing over to the red-headed witch beside him. She grins widely before crossing her arms over her chest. “You better bring you’re a-game big brother. Just because we have the same parents doesn’t mean you are guaranteed a spot on the team.” Ron looks at his sister in disbelief. “You?” “That’s right, me and Hermione, no confundus this time,” Ginny says, smirking at the witch across from her. Hermione turns her head, a light pink brushing over her nose as she clears her throat while Harry laughs. Ron groans, running his hands through his hair before letting out a deep sigh. Ginny smirked again before taking a bite out of her toast while Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “What about me? Do I still have my spot?” Ginny shrugs, giggling when Harry growls at her and playfully kisses her face. Ron makes a gagging sound before standing to his feet. “I can’t be here when you are doing that; I need to talk to Seamus; see you in Charms, Harry,” he says, grabbing his glass and finishing the water. With his bag in hand, he walks towards the other end of the Gryffindor table to meet up with Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas. “I think he drank my water,” Hermione said, reaching for the other glass on the other side of Ron’s now-cleared plate. Lavender squeaks but pulls her hand back when Hermione grabs it and drinks from it. Ginny whispers to Harry, causing the Savior of the Wizarding World’s eyes to widen. He clears his throat before standing to his feet. With Ginny’s hand in his, he tells them that they had to go over some Transfiguration homework before class, and together, they leave without waiting for as much as a response. “Uh-huh, well, I guess I am going to the library; see you later, Lavender,” Hermione says, taking one more sip of her water before leaving the Great Hall, completely missing the scarred blonde witch slamming her head on the wooden table. Growling to herself, the witch runs her hands over the scars on her hands, a nervous habit she picked up after surviving Greyback’s attack in the Battle of Hogwarts. “Fuck,” she whispers to herself as she glares at the cup. She stands to her feet, grabs her bag, and heads out of the Great Hall. Everything was going to be okay. Maybe Ron was able to drink some of his water before Hermione finished it. She bit the side of her nail, gripping the empty vial on the inside of her robe as she passed the library, glancing nervously at the large double doors before shaking her head and heading to class. Inside the library, Hermione Granger scans over the spines of the books, looking for the next adventure she is going to take. For a moment, her vision blurred, causing a slight pain between her eyes. Staggering back, she grips the shelf before taking a deep breath. “You good, Granger?” Hermione let out a sharp gasp before glancing over at the wizard standing just off to the side of the shelf she was currently leaning against. Her heart races slightly, her eyes roaming over his perfectly pressed slacks and the crisp white button-up shirt, almost moaning when she noticed that he had his sleeves pushed up. She wanted to take a closer look at the intricate tattoos that covered every inch of his left arm that disappeared up his shirt before shaking her head. “I’m fine, Malfoy. Just dizzy all of a sudden,” she says, straightening her shoulders and walking past him, deeper into the stacks. She places a hand over her heart as it beats fast against her chest. She could feel the heat spreading from her head, down her spine, and in between her legs. What the fuck was wrong with her? “Then go see Pomfrey, Granger. If you pass out in here, someone will find a way to blame it on me,” he says, walking slightly behind her. She could hear the annoyance in his voice as they walked deeper into the library. Throwing her bag into the chair, she loosens her tie before gathering all of her hair and tying it up into a messy bun on top of her head. “Is it hot in here?” Hermione asks, glancing over at the Slytherin frantically. He looked at her, his eyes narrowed, before walking over to her and grabbing her chin. At the touch of his fingers, she lets out a moan, pulling back slightly in disgust when she realizes what she just did. Malfoy chuckles before clearing his throat. “I think someone slipped a little something into your pumpkin juice. Maybe you should go see Slughorn.” Hermione, trying to calm her breathing, looks up at him with widened eyes. “I didn’t have pumpkin juice,” she says, her voice shaky as she grips the chair and takes a deep breath. Malfoy takes a seat in the other chair, watching her closely as she mutters to herself. Why was he still there? “Well, regardless, you got slipped a potion and should probably head down to the dungeons before you go to class. Sluggy has a free period right now, so I bet if you are fast, you can catch him before he has his morning drink by the lake,” Malfoy says, taking out a book and opening it to a saved spot. “Are you wearing glasses?” Hermione asks, panting slightly as she crosses her legs and presses her thighs together. Malfoy, glancing from the top of his dark-rimmed glasses, chuckles before looking back down. “Only when I read, Granger,” he says, turning the page and tapping the top of his book with his big and gaudy ring that has the blood rushing out of her brain. Why did he have to have the prettiest fingers? She was poisoned, and that was the only reason she thought about Malfoy this way. Not because she had noticed how fit he looked the first time she had seen him since the Battle of Hogwarts. Definitely not when she noticed how his shirt would stick to him when he would walk back into the 8th-year common rooms after playing quidditch with Nott and Zabini. “Seriously, Granger, go see Slughorn or go find Weasley to fuck whatever potion has you all riled up.” Hermione felt sick at the thought of sex with Ron. While they had tried over the summer, giving their virginities to each other, afterward, they laughed, agreeing to stay friends after finding out that they had no heat between them. “Ron has a girlfriend, you prick,” she says, sitting down in the chair across from him and crossing her legs. Her fingers grip the armrests tightly as she tries to ignore the blonde-haired wizard within arm's reach. “Ah, the she-wolf?” Hermione glared at him. It was no secret that Lavender had survived Greyback’s attack; the scars on her face, arms, and legs were proof of that. However, after there was no change during a full moon, the witch sobbed in Hermione’s arms at the Burrow, thanking the gods that she was going to be okay. “Don’t call her that,” Hermione growls, taking her tie off completely and unbuttoning the first couple of buttons on her top. He glances up, hesitating to look away before clearing his throat and returning to his book. She could see the pink tinge on his ears, and an idea began to form in her head. “Malfoy…” “No.” “You don’t even know what I was going to ask,” she said, leaning back in the chair, her skirt sliding up her thighs just enough for Malfoy to get a peek if he would look up from his book. She could see his grip tightening on the book and the blush on his ears stretching to his face. “Granger, you need to go get the antidote from Slughorn. I am not a potion; therefore, I am not an antidote. Fucking me isn’t going to help,” he says, snapping the book shut, his eyes widening slightly when he notices the amount of exposed skin she is showing. “Please, Malfoy, I feel like I am going to burst. Just touch me. You don’t have to fuck me.” “Granger, drop it. Go take a cold shower, calm down, and then go to Slughorn.” He doesn’t look at her again as he puts his book back in his bag. As he reaches for his glasses, Hermione snaps. Jumping to her feet, she rushes over to him and grabs his wrist. He glares up at her, and before he can open his mouth, she climbs into his lap. Malfoy looks at her as she hovers over the bulge forming in the front of his pants. She pants, gripping his wrist tightly as she leans over, placing her face against his, and whispers, “Keep them on, please, Draco.” He takes a deep breath before pulling his wrist from her grip and sliding his hands over her sides. Hermione sighs, leaning her head back as he rests his hands against her ass. “Oh, fuck it,” he says before throwing his hand into her hair and gripping it tightly. She moans when he pulls it, letting out a gasp when he latches his mouth against her neck. There had been nights when she thought about this with her hands inside of her pajamas and moaning out Malfoy’s name into her pillow ever since returning back to Hogwarts. Now, here they were, in a secluded spot in the library, dry-humping each other while Malfoy marked her. He hisses into her pulse when she grinds against him, finally sitting completely in his lap. “Please, Malfoy,” she begs as he takes her hair down from the bun. He smirks, pulling her hair hard and jerking her head back. “Back to Malfoy, already? Come on, Granger, say my name,” he growls, his voice low as he pulls her back to him. She whimpers as his fingers run over the top of her breasts, peeking out from her shirt. “Draco, please.” He groans, his eyes rolling back before capturing her mouth with his. His lips are hot as he presses against her. She lets out a sigh, moaning when his tongue slips into her mouth. She had imagined what he tasted like, and she was happy to report that he tasted like warm tea with honey and green apples. “When is your next class?” He asks, pulling away from her and cupping her face—Hermione whimpers, rolling her hips, drawing a moan out from him. “Not until after lunch, why?” “I am not going to fuck you in the library. The first time I have you screaming, I want it to be on my bed. Get up,” he says, kissing her one more time before pushing her off, catching her as her legs seemed to forget how to work. “Be a good girl, Granger, and meet me in my room. If you change your mind, go straight to Slughorn, and we will forget this little incident ever happened, even if I don’t want to.” She felt her breath catch in the back of her throat when he brushed his lips against her forehead before she was alone, horny, and standing in the dark, dusty back area of the library. “Fuck it,” she says, grabbing her tie and bag before rushing out of the library and heading to the 8th-year house created by McGonagall for the returning student to repeat the year they lost. She ignores the calls of Ron and Seamus when she rushes past them, playing chess in the common room, and ignores the questions when she dashes down the boy's side hallway. Almost at the very end of the hallway is a door with a dark green plate with the letters D.M. in silver writing, closed and silent. Taking a deep breath, ignoring the ringing in her ears, she knocks. “Thank Salazar,” Malfoy says as he opens the door, his shirt completely unbuttoned and hanging off him. Hermione glances down shamelessly at his muscles, her eyes widening at the lines just above his jeans that make smart girls do dumb things. Licking her lips, she giggles when he tugs her into his room, slamming the door behind her and pressing her against said door with a deep growl. “I have something for you before we go any further, Granger,” he says, nipping the side of her neck. Hermione, her eyes cloudy with lust, glances up at him through her dark eyelashes, whimpering when he pulls away from her. He walks over to his dresser, grabs a vial, and tosses it to her. She catches it, looking over it questioningly before looking back up at him as he walks back over to her. “That is a lust potion antidote that I made in potions last week. Whoever slipped that potion to you had to have made it in Slughorn’s class because then we made the antidote the following day. Take that, and if you still want me to fuck you, I will.” Hermione, uncertain momentarily, unstoppers the vial before downing the purple contents. The potion, with a hint of a mint taste, warmed her body, sending shivers down her spine before a veil was lifted from her eyes. “Well?” He looks at her questioningly, brushing the hair back off her cheek and cradling her face ever so slightly. She leans into his touch, moaning slightly as she feels the effects of the potion fading. “I was attracted to you before this morning, so I am fine, Draco.” He growls, gripping her face before pulling her face to his and capturing her lips again. She drops the empty vial onto the carpeted floor before running her hand up his stomach to his chest and hooking her arms around his neck. He deepens the kiss, burrowing both of his hands into her hair as he bit her lip. Letting out a gasp, he pushes his tongue back into her mouth with a growl. The temperature of the room rises as they continue to snog against his door, slowly pulling each other’s clothes off until she is standing in nothing but her bra, panties, and knee-high socks. Malfoy, his shirt and pants now gone, pulls away from her, his eyes burning against her skin as he memorized every curve of her body. “Get on my bed, Granger,” he growls, his eyes darkening as he hooks his fingers into the top of his dark green boxer briefs. Hermione whimpers, biting her lip as her eyes trace over the tattoos that stretch up his arm, over his chest, and down his stomach. Now, without the potion dampening her mind, she thanked her mother for blessing her with her photographic memory. Malfoy growls when she passes by him, hissing when her fingers brush against his taut stomach. He watches as she slowly lowers herself onto his bed, her messy curls haloing around her head as she leans against his black satin pillows. He puts a knee on his bed, smirking at her as he crawls and hovers over her smaller frame. Biting her lip again, she reaches for her, moaning when he lets her run her hands over his stomach, his chest, his shoulders and kisses her palm when she touches his face. He nips and licks her fingers before wrapping a hand around her wrist and pressing it above her head. He lowers his head, breathing hard as his nose brushes slightly against her neck, causing a shiver to run up her body as he positions himself between her legs. “This is such a good look for you, Granger. Half naked and in my bed. I will never get you out of my head now,” he says, kissing her neck as he presses his covered dick over her wet center. Hermione lifts her hips to press against him, letting out a gasp when his other hand reaches down between them. He brushes a finger over her slit through her soaked panties, growling into her neck when he pushes them to the side. They both moan when he runs a finger over her center, her wetness coating his finger. Hermione lets out a gasp when he circles her clit, arching her back when he pushes his finger into her and immediately hooks it as he pumps it in and out at a terribly slow pace. “Draco, please, faster,” her voice cracks as she pants. She could feel his smirk against her neck as he pulled back slightly to look up at her, his fingers never letting up their pace. His eyes, almost black, narrow as he kisses her. Granting her wish, he pumps into her faster, adding another finger while pressing his thumb against her clit. She moaned loudly, biting his lip as she could feel her orgasm coiling tightly in her stomach. “I want to hear you, Granger. Stop holding back,” Malfoy says, gripping the front of her bra and yanking it down before latching onto one of her hardened nipples. She screams, her vision turning white as her orgasm rips through her body. He pulls out his fingers, rubbing her clit quickly, whispering dirty things as she squirts onto his silky green comforter. “Oh fuck,” Hermione says, her legs shaking as Malfoy rubs her thighs and kisses her neck. He nips at her before grabbing her panties and pulling them off of her entirely with one hand while unfastening her bra with the other. As she comes out of her post-orgasmic haze, she realizes that he has taken off his boxers, throwing them across the room before crouching down and settling his face between her legs. She jumps slightly when he kisses the area just above her dripping sex, inhaling deeply as he runs his hands over the tops of her thighs and pushes them under to grip her bare ass. “God, you smell amazing. I bet you taste just as good,” Malfoy says before running a tongue over her sensitive pussy. There were no words that she could say to describe what it felt like to be eaten out by Draco Malfoy. He skillfully licked and sucked at her, lapping up her juices, holding her down with one hand when she arched at his fingers entering into her again. “I want another one, Granger. Give me another one, ma chérie.” She screams, gripping his hair tightly as he pulls another orgasm out of her, lapping up as he grabs onto her hips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Draco! FUCK!” She squeals, her legs shaking violently as she shuts her eyes, panting while Malfoy pulls his fingers out and kisses the inside of her thighs. She could feel him crawling up to her and sighs when he cuddles against her, her heart fluttering when he kisses her temple. “Take a second and rest. Once you are ready, let me know,” he says, burrowing his face into her neck and pressing his hard cock against her bum as they cuddled, both of them ignoring the wetness soaking the comforter. Hermione felt her eyes growing heavy as she drifted off to Malfoy whispering into her ear. Her eyes crack open to Malfoy running his hands over her thighs, groaning when his finger brushed against her breasts. He chuckles, kissing her neck as she presses against his hardness. “Keep doing that, Granger, and I can’t make any promises to be a gentleman anymore,” he growls out, rolling his hips into her, barring his teeth when she arches and moans loudly. “I don’t remember asking you to be a gentleman, Malfoy,” she says, biting her lip as she glances over her shoulder at him. He grips her hip tightly before pushing her over, kneeling behind her as she turns her face on his pillow, glancing out the corner of her eye as he lines his cock up with her sex, rubbing the head on her opening as he grips her ass tightly. “That. Is. Not. My. Name,” he says, pushing in and pulling out slightly with each word before smacking her ass loudly and entering her all at once as she arches into him. Her ass hits against his hips as he bottoms out into her, pausing to let her stretch around him. Her legs shake as she bit her lip, and her eyes squeeze shut. Now she knew why Malfoy had so much confidence and why there were so many rumors floating around the ‘dragon’ that wasn’t just his namesake. “Such a good girl, taking all of me. Your pussy looks so good stretched out around my cock. I wish you could see, ma chérie,” he says, leaning over her and rolling his hips, somehow pressing deeper into her as he bit her ear. “I’m not going to break, Malfoy, please, please, oh fuck, yes, just like that,” she shouted as he leaned back and grabbed onto her hips. His pounding was relentless and unforgiving as she screamed into her pillow, her throat turning raw as he gripped her tightly. She could feel another coil forming as he grabbed her hair and pulled her up to him, gripping her breast hard as he pounded into her, biting down on her neck as another orgasm rushed out of her. He pulls out, rubbing her clit roughly as she squirts for a third time onto his bed. “Fuck, Granger.” He turns her over, brushing her hair out of her face before spreading her legs and impaling her again, smirking when she silently screams. Curious, she holds her head up slightly, moaning loudly when as she watches Malfoy’s cock stretches her. He had ruined her for anyone else that could possibly come after him. His cock is perfect. It was not too long, but not too short, and just thick enough to give her that good burning feeling. Malfoy smirks as if hearing her thoughts, slapping her thighs before bringing her legs up and throwing them over his shoulder, switching the angle and pulling another scream out of her as he hits her deeper. “I am going to cum, Granger. I want you to cum again; I want to feel you pulsating against my cock while I fill you up; give me another one,” Malfoy says, his thrusting becoming faster and erratic as her fourth orgasm forms, threatening to burst out as he somehow picks up more speed. “Oh, fuck!” She screams, burrowing her face into his neck when he pushes into her one more time, his cum filling her up as her legs shake. This orgasm turns her legs into jelly as she stares up at the ceiling, panting loudly and wincing when he pulls out of her. She could feel his cum dripping out of her, moaning when he took his finger and pushed it back into her. He groans, kissing the side of her neck before rolling off the bed. She lays there for a moment, wondering what happens next, flinching when he returns and presses a warm washcloth between her legs. “Such a good girl, Granger. You did wonderful.” Hermione felt her heart race as he continued to whisper sweet nothings to her while washing the stickiness off of her and kissing every inch of her skin. He motions for her to scootch over to the other side of the bed, grunting as he gathers the comforter and throws it by the door. Malfoy turns to his dresser, opens it, and grabs something before tossing it to her. “I am skipping class today; what about you?” He asks, taking a pair of boxer briefs and pulling them on. Hermione leans up, chuckling at the Slytherin jersey before throwing it on over her naked chest. She was almost certain that his name was stretched across the back as she pulled it down, smiling when it reached her thighs and barely covered her ass. “What are my options?” Hermione asks, shocking herself at the thought of actually thinking about skipping classes for the rest of the day. Malfoy chuckles, pulling on a pair of grey sweatpants and heading over to his closet. He grabs another blanket, tossing it on the bed and smoothing it over her before crawling into bed with her. “Well, you could go to your Charms class, then Potions, Defense, and then study the rest of the day. Or you could stay in bed with me, order food from the kitchens, and then I can worship your body over and over again.” Hermione giggles, leaning into his touch as he kisses the space between her neck and her shoulder. “That sounds heavenly. At some point, we need to let McGonagall know that someone spiked my drink.” Malfoy leans up, kissing her temple, making her heart skip a beat before leaning back and resting an arm behind his head while the other wrapped around her shoulder. “I sent a patronus to Potter before you got here. I am sure he has already reported to McGonagall.” Hermione sits up, turning to him with widened eyes. “What did you tell him?” “Calm down, ma chérie. I didn’t go into detail; I just told him that you might not be able to go to class today and to get you excused from lessons today. If there were any news, he would have replied by now.” As if hearing them, a knock at the door and Harry’s voice has Malfoy swearing as he rolls out of bed. Not wanting her friend to see her naked lower half, Hermione pulls the covers up, burrowing herself into Malfoy’s pillows. “Hermione in there?” Harry asks, peeking around Malfoy before clearing his throat. Malfoy blocks his view, crossing his arms over his chest before leaning against the door frame. “Yes, and if you have any opinions, keep them to yourself. I gave her the antidote before we did anything, so she was clear-minded and consented. Just remember that before you call for the Aurors to come and take me away.” Hermione held back in a giggle as Harry and Malfoy continued to talk in hushed tones. She sits up straighter when yelling from down the hall rings out around them. “What’s going on?” Hermione asks, pulling on a spare pair of Malfoy’s sweatpants and walking over to the door. Harry, looking everywhere but at her, shakes his head. Malfoy wraps a protective arm around her as Ron comes barreling down the hall. “Are you okay, Hermione? McGonagall just came and got Lavender. She actually had the nerve to say that it was me that she was trying to slip a potion to, not you. Did Malfoy hurt you? I am so angry right now.” Well, that cleared things up. Remembering earlier that morning, Ron had drank her glass of water instead of his, and without a drink, Hermione drank his. She shakes her head, leaning into Malfoy as his grip tightens around her. “He didn’t hurt me, Ron. I am okay. I’m sorry about Lavender,” she says, reaching for her friend and placing a hand on his shoulder. He frowns before letting out a sigh. Turning to Malfoy, he frowns before squaring his shoulders and puffing out his chest. “If you hurt her, Malfoy, just remember that not only will you have to deal with Harry and me, but you will feel the wrath of the Weasley family, including not only my parents, who see her as another Weasley daughter but my dragon-training older brother Charlie, Bill, who has all of the strength of a werewolf, Percy who could get rid of evidence and keep us out of Azkaban, George who loves her more than anything else on this planet and Ginny who you have seen with her Bat-Bogey hex before. There will be nowhere for you to hide if you do anything to her.” Hermione held back a chuckle as the little bit of color Draco had left his face. Ron glared at him once more before turning and heading back to the common room. “Well, Hermione, McGonagall said you are excused from classes today, but maybe make an appearance for dinner so everyone knows you are okay.” Harry pats her shoulder before holding out a hand to Malfoy. Smirking, the Slytherin takes it and shakes his hand before he follows after Ron. “Remind me to send the she-wolf a fruit basket.” Hermione slaps his arm as he laughs, pulling her back into his room and shutting the door behind them. Up in the Headmistress’s office, Lavender Brown sits, sniffling as she hugs herself while waiting for her parents to arrive. She had never intended for Hermione to take the potion. While love potions were illegal and someone could face time in Azkaban after using them, she had only slipped a mild lust potion that heightens preexisting feelings to the point of fire and passion. She had never seen Ron that angry and disappointed at her. He ended things right then and there, regardless of her intentions. She begged him to listen to her and to let her explain her reasoning for wanting to use the potion on him, but he wouldn’t listen to her. Pansy Parkinson, who had witnessed everything, told her that there were a thousand different ways she could have used to find out if her boyfriend truly loved and wanted her. What hurt the most was seeing the Slytherin witch comforting her Ron, telling him that everything was going to be okay and that Malfoy would never do anything to hurt Hermione. Ron never dropped Parkinson’s hand while McGonagall yelled at her in the middle of the common room, surrounded by horrified faces of their classmates before leading her out. Before the entrance doors closed, Lavender let out a sob when she saw Ron pulling the snake into a tight hug. After the events of that day, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were inseparable. They would take turns sitting at the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables, much to everyone's displeasure. It didn’t take long for their friend groups to mesh together, fitting perfectly together like puzzle pieces. A few months later, Ron Weasley and Pansy Parkinson walked into the Great Hall, both with wide grins and love in their eyes as they walked hand in hand to the Slytherin table. Ginny Weasley started an odd and arguably dangerous friendship with the resident gay Slytherin, Theodore Nott. McGonagall decided that after that year of dealing with their antics, it was time to retire. Harry Potter and Blaise Zabini, another odd friendship, bonded over Quidditch and the Auror program that waited for both of them after they completed their last year at Hogwarts. Lavender Brown would finish out her education at home, on house arrest and two years of probation for assault and the use of a lust potion on a nonconsenting participant. Hermione tried to speak up for her, but the Wizengamot decided to make an example of her and made a law banishing the creation of lust potions in practice at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy kept his promise and sent Lavender Brown a fruit basket, along with flowers, jewelry, and anything else, to show his appreciation to the witch who had helped bring Hermione into his life. When he proposed two years later, Draco thanked her in his speech, making everyone laugh uncomfortably. At the same time, Narcissa Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy stood by their future daughter-in-law, rolling their eyes, before congratulating the two and welcoming her into the Malfoy family. Hermione smiled proudly, kissing her fiancé on the cheek, silently thanking Lavender as well before cheers filled the ballroom of the Malfoy Manor.