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The air within the Department of Mysteries crackled with an energy that felt almost alive. Lucius Malfoy stood in the Hall of Prophecies, his heart pounding against the confines of his chest. He had entered seeking knowledge, but what he found would change everything: The Golden Trio, his enemies were his Veela mates. But that couldn’t be.
Hermione is of dirty blood, with her muggle-born status, representing everything he despises about the changing world—a world where blood purity is no longer important. To him, she embodies the encroachment of those he considers inferior, individuals who, in his mind, should not have access to the same power and privilege that pure-blood wizards like himself have long enjoyed. Her academic achievements, something he hears of often through Draco, are the highest. Her heroic ones are equal to that of someone much more experienced. These achievements are an affront to everything he stands for. She who is of dirty blood doing better than those of his status.
Harry Potter, on the other hand, stands as a living testament to defiance against his master, Voldemort. The prophecy that binds them casts Harry not just as an adversary but as a symbol of hope for those who oppose the Dark Lord. The mere thought of Harry's success is an affront to his family's legacy and a direct challenge to his ambitions. He is also a result of the intermingling between a pureblood and a mudblood.
And then there is Ron Weasley, the final member of this infamous trio. The Weasleys are notorious in their own right, a family that has become synonymous with blood traitors in Lucius's eyes. To Lucius, Ron's very existence is an insult—he is the embodiment of everything that threatens the purity and superiority of his lineage.
All three being his mates? It was awful, he hated the Golden Trio. He had fought against their side for decades but they are fated to him?
This revelation leaves Lucius reeling. The mate he had envisioned for himself was an elegant and powerful woman who would complement his status and enhance his legacy, someone like his wife, Narcissa. Instead, he finds himself confronted with a bizarre fate where his destined partners are not only twenty-five years younger than him but also firmly entrenched on the opposing side of a war that has consumed so much of his life.
It feels like a cruel punishment for his unwavering loyalty to Voldemort and the dark path he has chosen. In this moment of profound realization, he grapples with the implications of such a union. Is this truly his punishment for allying himself with The Dark Lord?
The notion that he has drawn the worst match out of all the veelas who came before him weighs heavily on his mind. Historically, Veela are known for their beauty and allure, often pairing with those who can elevate their status or bring them power. Yet here he stands, faced with a horrific twist: instead of gaining strength through this bond, he feels as if he is losing control over his destiny, losing status and power, and being forced to confront the ideals he has spent his life defending.
“Was he wrong all along?”
This question echoes in his mind like a haunting ghost as he considers whether his lifelong commitment to blood purity has led him down a path devoid of true significance or fulfillment. The very principles that once guided him now appear fragile in light of this new reality—a reality where love and fate transcend bloodlines and societal expectations. As Lucius wrestles with these thoughts, he begins to wonder if perhaps true strength lies not in lineage or status but in courage and understanding.
The Dark Lord’s strength had been waning, doubt encroaching on many of his loyal followers. After His revival, he has been twisted, commonly snapping at his followers punishing his son Draco for his actions, and threatening his wife. His once charismatic persona and his thankfulness for those who follow him are gone. He has taken things too far and the revelation of who his mates are makes him realise how awful his master has been. And he thought long and hard. he had to protect the Golden Trio- his mates, and his son from the things Voldemort wanted him to do.
“It’s time” he decides, “It is time to change and go against Voldemort”
It’s not too late. Since Lucius had gotten to the Department of Mysteries before any of the others, he could take his prophecy about his mates and warn them about the trap Voldemort had set.
Lucius rushed, fleeing from the Ministry before the others could get there. He ran down the prophecy-lit halls of the Hall of Prophecies and metallic floors to the bright golden elevator. He reached the Floo network floor. He flooed immediately from the ministry. “Time is slipping away,” he muttered under his breath as he dashed through the emerald flames of the Floo Network, shouting “Hogwarts!”, the green fire enveloping him and leaving a thin layer of ash. He could not waste a moment.
The second he entered Hogwarts through the floo, he had a wand pointed at him. He composed himself wiping off the ash before he spoke, “I am here to warn you of a trap, set as a dream that will be sent from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to Mister Potter and soon. It is an attempt to lure him where the prophecies are in an attempt to steal the one that tells of his demise. So please put the wand down Severus.”
The Dark Lord still believed that Severus Snape was loyal but Lucius knew he was on the other side.
Snape put the wand down,” And why am I to believe you?”, He says eyes narrowed the death eater.
Lucius met his gaze steadily—here stood an ally born from shared suffering beneath Voldemort’s iron rule. Lucius answered, “I am your friend. You know how HE has treated my family. But also while I was at the Department of Mysteries, a prophecy called to me. It showed me who my mates are. I wanted to protect them and they are on the opposite side. This may be my Veela instincts driving me but I must defect from the Death Eaters and protect them and my son. He will try to show Potter’s godfather in danger to lure him. We have to warn him before he tries to save someone who is not even there.”
The flicker of doubt in Snape's eyes softened slightly; something shifted behind them—understanding perhaps—but they did not have time for further deliberation.
Severus Snape bursts into action. He knows Veela cannot lie about their mates and he has seen Lucius and his family’s treatment by Voldemort. He sends a patronus to headquarters with the message then He automatically dashes down the halls from his office with Lucius following him. Harry had not started his O.W.Ls just yet. The Potions master knocked on the Gryffindor common room door and the door shook under the force. To their luck, it was Harry himself who answered the door.
“Professor Snape, what are you doing here? I was just getting ready to head to my O.W.L. exam.” He said with confusion and a bit of annoyance
“I have been notified of a trap set to lure you to The Ministry of Magic by the Dark Lord. I assure you that your godfather, Sirius Black is safe and at Headquarters. What you will see will look quite real and I think this may be a true threat so we will be heading there to protect you. I will need you to grab Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, and some clothes as you may need to be in hiding for a while.” Snape replies.
Harry’s eyes widen and he nods, yelling for his friends and packing important items and clothes. The two came down in a rush and the Trio talked in hushed tones before they all grabbed their packs and wands. The two older wizards sat patiently at the door but their minds were racing.
Soon they all were at the door with their bags, and cloaks over their shoulders, ready to go. That's when they noticed Lucius. They shouted in outrage, “What is he doing here?” shouted Ron incredulously. “He's a Death Eater!” Hermione added vehemently. “He’s evil! He better not be coming with us!” Their voices were filled with indignation as they confronted the man who had long been an emblem of darkness in their lives.
Snape waved his hands motioning for them to calm down. They stopped curious about the answer. “He told us of the trap. He has defected from the Death Eaters. Now we need to go.”
While still confused, they followed Snape feeling his sincerity. They made their way to his office quickly and used the floo one by one shouting “12 Grimmauld Place”
Snape of course went through first to explain the situation to the others. Needless to say, The Order of the Phoenix was angry, paranoid of Lucius’s intentions, and even suspected Snape had switched sides. Some were yelling that Harry could be in danger because of this threat. Then Harry came through to assure everyone he was safe, then Ron, then Hermione, and finally Lucius at the back of the pack.
The Order went to another room with him and Snape and Lucius spoke of the entire plan that he knew of. He spoke of how he found a prophecy about his Veela mates and how he had realized Voldemort had gone too far. He apologized and asked that they protect his son and his wife from the vengeance HE would seek when it came out that Lucius had betrayed him.
There was still suspicion and doubt rolling around the group but it ceased when Lucius brought out the prophecy of his mates from his cloak. Whispers of awe and shock rang out. This was proof. Once a mate is known to a Veela, the Veela cannot and will not cause them harm. Usually, though, a mate is found through touch after they have reached the age of 17.
They left the room and The Trio waited close by. While Severus, Lucius & the Order were discussing things in the room, The Trio were discussing why to trust Lucius.
Harry Potter leaned against the cold stone wall, his green eyes narrowed in contemplation. Beside him stood Hermione Granger, her brow furrowed with worry. Ron Weasley paced nearby, hands shoved deep into his pockets.
“He’s still a Malfoy,” Ron muttered, glancing toward the door as if expecting Lucius to burst in at any moment. “How do we know he won’t turn on us?”
“I don’t know,” Harry replied cautiously, glancing toward the closed door where Lucius had disappeared moments before. “But if he knows something about Voldemort’s plans and is willing to share it and risk his life… we can’t ignore it.”
Hermione's brow furrowed in thought. “We have to keep an open mind,” she urged gently. “People can change.”
“He came here to warn us about Sirius,” Harry countered, his emerald eyes reflecting a mix of determination and doubt. “We have to give him a chance.”
“What chance? That he’ll turn on us at any moment?” Ron interjected, skepticism heavy in his tone.
Just then, Lucius emerged from the shadows beyond them—his silver hair catching what little light filtered through stained glass windows looking like an angel —and their gazes locked for a brief moment filled with unspoken questions.
Lucius emerged from the meeting room with an expression that masked his turmoil. He was met with three pairs of scrutinizing eyes—their distrust palpable as they examined him like a curious specimen under glass.
“I’m not your enemy,” he declared sharply, breaking the thick tension. “I’ve come to protect you… all of you.”
“That’s rich coming from you,” Ron replied incredulously. “How do we know this isn’t some elaborate ruse?”
“Because I am risking everything by being here,” Lucius shot back, his voice strained with sincerity. “Voldemort will not take kindly to my defection. If he learns I’ve betrayed him…” He trailed off, leaving unspoken horrors hanging in the air like unlit wands.
Harry stepped forward, emboldened by something deeper than suspicion—a flicker of understanding ignited by their shared fate. “What do you want from us? How can we trust you?”
Lucius hesitated; words caught in his throat as he considered how much he should reveal about his feelings for them—the fear of rejection gnawed at him fiercely. Instead, he chose honesty over bravado. “I wish only for your safety… and perhaps to find redemption.”
Lucius wanted the comfort that veela received from their mates but his mates didn't trust him to even sit with them let alone touch them. They were a unit and he was alone. At least they’d talk to him.
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Days passed in grim uncertainty as they hid at Grimmauld Place and bonds began to form slowly amidst lingering distrust among Harry’s trio regarding their unexpected protector whose motives remained suspect yet tantalizingly intriguing.
Lucius felt drawn toward each member—not only due to destiny binding them together—but also something deeper gnawing at his soul; feelings began bubbling up amidst moments; spent sharing stories over meals, filled with silence or laughter echoing across cold stone rooms adorned with memories long forgotten by time itself.
He observed how Harry wore defiance like armor against a world that sought to define him while Hermione radiated intelligence tempered by fierce compassion—even towards someone she’d been raised to despise—while Ron stood resolute beside them—loyalty etched deep into every fiber of his being.
Draco, initially overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions and the unexpected alliance, found solace in the quiet moments of reflection. The bond between his father and the trio was something he never imagined, yet he couldn't deny the subtle shift in his father's demeanor. Lucius, once cold and calculating, now exhibited a warmth that was foreign yet comforting. Draco's crush on Hermione lingered in the back of his mind, a bittersweet reminder of the complexities of their current situation.
Lucius and Narcissa, in the privacy of their temporary refuge, spoke in hushed tones about their past and the uncertain future. Their marriage, though not born of love, had grown into a partnership of mutual respect and understanding. Narcissa remained Lucius's confidant, her presence a steady anchor amidst the chaos. Together, they navigated the intricacies of their new alliances, finding common ground with Severus as they reminisced about their shared history under Voldemort's shadow.
As the days turned into weeks, the Golden Trio found themselves drawn to Lucius's evolving nature. They watched as he interacted with Draco, the tenderness in his actions revealing a side of him they had never seen. His care for Narcissa and his efforts to understand those around him painted a picture of a man striving for redemption. Confusion clouded their minds as they grappled with their growing feelings, unaware of the magical bond that tied them to him.
Meanwhile, Dumbledore's quest for the Horcruxes continued with relentless determination. The Order, working tirelessly, managed to destroy several, inching closer to their ultimate goal. When Lucius discovered Harry's secret as a Horcrux, a fierce protectiveness surged within him. The thought of harm befalling Harry ignited a rage he couldn't contain, fueling his resolve to protect his newfound family at all costs.
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As the days passed, Lucius found himself inexplicably drawn to the trio. It was as if an invisible thread connected them, pulling him towards them despite his better judgment. He watched them from afar, observing their camaraderie, their laughter, and the way they seemed to complete each other. It was a bond that he had never experienced before, and it both fascinated and terrified him.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron, on the other hand, were struggling with a different kind of confusion. They had always been close, but now there was an unexpected element in their lives—Lucius Malfoy. The very idea of feeling anything other than animosity towards him was bewildering, yet there was an undeniable pull that they couldn't ignore.
One evening, as they sat together in the sitting room in 12 Grimmauld Place, Hermione broke the silence. "Have you two noticed anything strange about Malfoy recently?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Harry nodded, glancing at Ron. "Yeah, it's like... I don't know, like there's something more to him. I can't explain it, but it's there."
Ron, usually the most skeptical of the group, surprised them by agreeing. "It's weird, but I feel it too. Like we're supposed to be connected to him somehow."
They sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their thoughts, before Hermione spoke again. "Do you think it has something to do with that prophecy? I mean, he's been acting strange too."
Meanwhile, Lucius was battling his own instincts. The Veela magic within him urged him to claim his mates, to mark them with his bite, to kiss them, to make them his in every sense of the word. But he resisted, knowing that to act on these urges would be to cross a line he wasn't sure he could come back from.
He found himself torn between his duty to his family and his growing feelings for the trio. The conflict raged within him, a constant battle between what he had been taught and what he now felt. It was a struggle that left him restless and on edge, as he tried to navigate this new and unexpected chapter of his life.
The trio continued to grapple with their feelings, the weight of the prophecy hanging over them like a shadow. Each of them felt the pull towards Lucius, a magnetic force that was as confusing as it was compelling. It was a connection that defied logic, challenging everything they thought they knew about themselves and their place in the world.
At 12 Grimmauld Place, the atmosphere was tense. The house, with its creaky floors and shadowy corners, seemed to echo their inner turmoil. Harry found himself pacing the length of the drawing-room, his mind a whirl of emotions. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think we need to talk to him," he finally admitted, breaking the silence.
Hermione nodded thoughtfully. "We can't ignore this. If the prophecy is true, then we need to understand what it means for us."
Ron, though hesitant, agreed. "Yeah, I guess we can't just pretend it doesn't exist. But how do we even start that conversation?"
Meanwhile, Lucius was already at 12 Grimmauld Place, having taken refuge there in hiding. The pull towards the trio was growing stronger, and with it, the urge to act on his instincts. The house, steeped in history and magic, was now a sanctuary for him as he tried to make sense of the bond that linked them.
As he sat in one of the dimly lit rooms that had been assigned as his bedroom, Lucius contemplated his next move. He knew that he needed to confront his feelings, to find a way to reconcile the Death Eater he was with the man he was becoming. It was a daunting task, but one that he could no longer avoid.
With a determined resolve, Lucius decided it was time to face the trio and perhaps, find a new path forward together. The time had come to address the prophecy and the burgeoning feelings that had brought them all to this pivotal moment.
The tension in 12 Grimmauld Place was palpable as Lucius finally gathered the courage to approach the trio. He found them in the drawing room, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The air was thick with unspoken words and emotions that none of them fully understood.
Lucius took a deep breath, his voice steady but filled with sincerity. "I owe you all an explanation," he began, his gaze meeting each of theirs in turn. "There is something you need to know about the bond we share."
Harry, Hermione, and Ron exchanged confused glances, their curiosity piqued.
"I am a Veela," Lucius continued, his voice calm yet earnest. "And you are my mates."
The trio stared at him, a mix of shock and disbelief etched on their faces. The revelation hung in the air, heavy with implications they were only beginning to grasp.
Hermione was the first to find her voice. "A Veela bond? But... how? Why us?"
Lucius nodded, acknowledging the confusion. "I know it seems impossible, but the bond is real. It explains the pull we've all been feeling, the connection that defies logic."
Ron shook his head, trying to process the information. "So, this feeling... it's because of the Veela bond?"
"Yes," Lucius replied, his gaze steady. "It's a bond that transcends our past, our differences. It's something we must navigate together. It’s fte"
The room fell silent as the trio absorbed the weight of his words. The revelation of the Veela bond was a turning point, a new chapter in their lives that none of them had anticipated.In a moment of vulnerability, Lucius stepped closer to Harry, his heart pounding. "May I?" he asked softly, seeking permission. Harry nodded, and Lucius leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. It was a moment of acceptance, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they shared.
Turning to Ron, Lucius hesitated, but Ron gave a small, encouraging nod. The kiss was brief but significant, a step towards understanding and unity.
Finally, Lucius faced Hermione. As their lips met, the room seemed to hold its breath. It was a kiss that spoke of new beginnings and the breaking of old barriers.
Unbeknownst to them, Draco had entered the room just in time to witness the kiss between his father and Hermione. A pang of guilt washed over him as he watched, the remnants of his crush on Hermione stirring within him. He turned away, conflicted by the emotions that surged through him.
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The kisses between the Veela and his mates were not the only big thing going on.During the week, Severus Snape was waiting for the right time to strike like the Slytherin he was. Still serving as a spy, Severus had killed the snake with a basilisk fang, leaving the only remaining Horcrux to be Harry Potter. He had gotten drastically injured, not bitten but squeezed by the snake, breaking a couple of ribs, and having some lung damage, and fled right after. His entrance to The Order of the Phoenix headquarters was shocking. He was surrounded in seconds, Lucius getting there first and immediately healing the wounds. The fixing of his ribs was painful and caused him to blackout. Then he was transported to an empty room where the bruises and scratches were treated with ice and bandages.Back at Death Eater’s manor, everyone was panicked. The plan had failed. Dumbledore was still alive. Voldemort looked like he was dying and many had defected. Bellatrix was attempting to track those who had fled and tortured them. Add their reaction to Snape’s betrayal Fenrir Greyback was frustrated, having not gotten to hunt as promised. So they launched one last suicide attempt to take control of the elder wand and Harry Potter. Using Voldemort's connection with Harry, they tracked Harry Potter's location. It was difficult as many light wizards’ magic protected the ward over Number Twelve Grimmauld Place but they had the dark connection to the last Horcrux and a Black to manipulate the wards even slightly.The main death eaters (Bellatrix, Fenrir Greyback, Antonin Dolohov, around 20 others) go to 12 Grimmauld Place with Voldemort while the rest all go to hogwarts. The ones at Grimmauld Place surround it using Bellatrix’s blood shed freely by the psycho to make the wards flicker and hit it every time it does with spells. The wards shatter under the pressure and manipulation.Bellatrix is the first in. The Order is in a panic, not prepared for an attack here. Andromeda Tonks was near the entrance and in surprise, did not draw her wand fast enough. Bellatrix slaughters her sister Tonks with a cruel “avada Kedavra”The Order immediately starts evacuating the children, Like Teddy and the injured like Snape. But the move does something to Snape’s injuries. Something happens inside of Snape and he dies without seeing the end of the war he has too long been a spy for.Voldemort, still hoping to take control of the deathly hallows, faces an exhausted, (still injured from the Gaunt ring) Dumbledore and duels him. Dumbledore’s reflexes aren't what they once were and he dies at the hands of Voldemort.
In a fierce confrontation, either Sirius or Remus, fueled by grief and a desire for justice, ultimately kills Bellatrix for her heinous act. This act not only serves as retribution for Tonks's untimely demise but for everyone Bellatrix ever killed tortured or maimed.Bill Weasley faces a harrowing transformation when he encounters Fenrir Greyback, the notorious werewolf known for his savagery and brutality. Fenrir grabs hold of his neck with his teeth and steadies himself with a claw on Bill’s face. Bill is bitten and turned halfway into a werewolf. He is only saved when Remus comes and finally kills the older werewolf who turned him. Justice finally served for the young Remus who went through years of torment from Fenrir’s turning his 5 year old self into a werewolf. Remus kneels by Bill apologising for not getting there in time to fully save him, the werewolf curse already in Bill’s system and leaving him with traces of it. Even half of being a werewolf meaning still cursed for the rest of his life., Draco Malfoy found himself cornered by several Death Eaters who aimed their wands threateningly at him. Panic surged through him as he struggled against overwhelming odds; although he managed to disarm a few attackers with sheer luck and skill, it seemed insufficient against their numbers. Just when despair threatened to consume him entirely, salvation arrived in the form of Ginny Weasley—her hair ablaze like fire and her wand moving with breathtaking speed as she disarmed the remaining Death Eaters alongside her brothers—the ever-chaotic twins who sent curses flying toward their enemies with precision and fury. In that moment of peril turned salvation, Ginny extended her hand toward Draco. Their fingers brushed together—a spark igniting between them as they recognized their connection as fated mates due to Draco's Veela heritage—and in that instant of overwhelming emotion and transformation about to unfold within him, Draco fainted from sheer intensity. The transformation into a Veela triggered and changing him as he is out.
Voldemort, in another room, searches for Harry Potter. He finds himself face to face with Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Hermione Granger and Ron Wesley. HE foolishly sees himself as more powerful than the group in front of him. HE fires a curse toward Lucius hoping to punish him for his betrayal. A shield appears around them forcing gasps out of them all. Voldemort sends curse after curse and they all bounce back his spells weakening him. Harry disarms him with an “expelliarmus” making him the owner of the elder wand. Then he kills Voldemort, the Horcrux in himself overpowered by his light magic being enhanced by the Veela bond and elder wand.With Voldemort defeated and freedom finally within their grasp came a bittersweet realization: victory had come at an unimaginable cost. Many lives were lost; countless others were injured or irrevocably changed by this brutal conflict between light and dark magic. As they began counting those who would face justice in Azkaban for their crimes—both Death Eaters and those who had betrayed their allies—the survivors knew they must also take time to mourn those who had fallen while cherishing their hard-won freedom amid uncertainty about what lay ahead in this new chapter of their lives filled with hope yet shadowed by loss.Who knows when there would be another Dark Lord? Voldemort followed Gellert Grindlewald so close, the population barely having a reprieve. Who was next and would they succeed where the others failed?
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Finally, with the war over and done with, lives went on. Funerals by the dozens were planned and attended.
Dumbledore’s funeral was a huge affair. The war's end brought out his family, old friends, and students as it was not safe for many who had been in hiding to attend. His pet phoenix, Faukes, finds a home on Harry’s shoulder at the end and does not leave. Speeches were given, stories were told. Then finally, he was buried using spells to place the dirt over his body, and flowers and candies were neatly arranged on top.
However, not all funerals received the same level of attendance and recognition. Few attended others like Severus Snape’s, his position in the war scrutinized and denied. Many could not forgive his past actions even with his death, stories told by members of The Order, and the memories shown from his head. Others knew he was a hero during the war but could not forgive the deeds he had done against them. Still in attendance were; Lucius, Narcissa, Draco, The Golden Trio, and The Order members he saved. They laid him to rest. He was buried with posthumous awards for inventing better Wolfsbane potions: bettering life for werewolves everywhere. He did this as repentance for what he had done to Remus. He also received a posthumous award for bravery and sacrifice during the war.
Tonks also received this award during her funeral as did many of the others who died during the war. Her funeral was small as well. Attendants including Sirius, Remus, their son Teddy, her mother-in-law, and some Order members. Her funeral was full of color-changing flowers, everyone dressing in colorful outfits in remembrance. Teddy’s hair had switched to her favorite color and to the length he had last seen it. He babbled the entire time, his first word being “Momma” at her funeral; searching for her with no luck. This one word made everyone gasp and Remus tear up. The funeral ended and her mother-in-law went with Remus home ready to help him take care of Teddy.
Harry, burdened by an overwhelming sense of guilt, made it a point to attend each and every funeral held for the victims of the war. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had played a part in their demise by being unwittingly used to revive the dark wizard, HIM. Determined to pay his respects and honor the fallen, Harry not only attended the funerals but also took on the responsibility of delivering heartfelt speeches. Even for those individuals he barely knew, he found a way to bring their stories to life, sharing anecdotes from their time together in school and highlighting their acts of bravery. It was his way of ensuring that their memories would live on and that their sacrifices would not be forgotten.
In this difficult journey, Harry found solace in the presence of Lucius, who faithfully followed him to each funeral, serving as a pillar of support. Lucius stood by Harry's side, offering a shoulder to lean on and a comforting presence as Harry shed tears of sorrow and remorse. He gave Harry gentle kisses on his lips and hugs when he broke down after the funerals. Lucius’s own guilt makes him shed a few tears of his own. His head buried into his mate's shoulder as they comfort each other.
Ron grieved friends and began auror training as an apprentice. Lucius helped him in two ways. He granted Ron access to the impressive collection of defense spell books housed within the prestigious Malfoy Library. The second way was by being a worthy sparring partner for him to train and use the spells against. The seasoned wizard engaged Ron in rigorous combat exercises, challenging him to test his newfound spellcasting prowess in dynamic duels.
Their clashes were intense and exhilarating, each exchange fueling Ron's determination to emerge victorious and master the art of magical warfare. Lucius’s rewards for every spell that landed were kisses. The kisses flustered Ron and led to more of Luicus’s spells landing which ended with a heavy makeout session and many red marks marring Ron’s throat matching it to his hair's fiery red color. The practice was a blend of intense clashing of wands and fiery clashing of lips.
Hermione began efforts to reconstruct after the war. These attempts were to address the social, political, and economic inequalities between muggleborne wizards and pureblood wizards that had led to the war. She wanted to reconstruct the Wizarding World smashing the outdated rules, classes, and systems. With prominent and powerful wizards behind her, her bills went through. Bill 1042: For the protection of muggle-borne and half-blood wizards so that they could not be discriminated against ever again. Bill 1043 instituted a Board of Magical Education for all schools in the UK (she is attempting to get the security of this worldwide). The Magical Board of Education created classes for an easier transition to the Wizarding World, classes for a better understanding of muggle and wizarding culture, and more. This bill also instituted school safety laws. School Safety Law 1043a: created emergency plans for magical incidents, misfired spells, mythical creatures, and potion mishaps. School Safety Law 1043b: created policies for teachers including magical background checks and more. Bill 1036 created anti-discrimination laws for werewolves, half-giants, veelas, vampires, and more. Bill 1044 created labor laws for magical creatures. All of her bills are backed by her mate, Lucius, financially and politically. He did not quite understand freeing the elves or the other magical creatures but this was important to her so he did it.
When all of her bills were approved, a rush of exhilaration coursed through her veins, and she couldn't contain her excitement any longer. In a moment of spontaneity, she pounced on Lucius in her new office, grasping the sides of his face and leaning in for a passionate kiss that sent electricity through both of them. The kiss started sweet with little traces of tongue and a gasp escaping his lips as he melted into her embrace.
It turned feral very quickly, the intensity escalating. Her hands tugged on his hair and pulled groans out of his throat. His teeth started to nip at her lips during the kiss. Their tongues battled as they kissed. Her tongue won, tracing his. She sucked on his tongue sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his core, igniting a desire that consumed him making his hips jolt up in response.
All he could think about was her sucking his dick the way she was with his tongue. He was vulnerable at her will with her on top of him. She pulled away for air and their breathing was heavy, they looked into each other's dilated eyes. She looked straight into his gunmetal eyes and shifted on top of him grinding herself onto him. She continued the kiss next. The sensations from her movements and her lips on his felt like heaven. He shifted, thrusting himself up into her movements. He had not done anything like this in years.
The building release was so close, he grasped her hips grinding her clit harder into him. The noises from above him just kept getting louder. He grits his teeth not ready to finish just yet but her moans of his name above him itched him even closer. Finally, her movements stuttered above him and she moaned loudly almost a scream. Then he ground a bit more, rubbing himself against her soft body.
The first grind after she finished made him twitch with anticipation and then he ground a second time spilling his cum into his robes his sight blocked by a bright white light and the sensation making his entire body twitch. After his body went limp in the chair, the world around him faded into blissful oblivion as he basked in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.
They lay there exhausted from their physical activity and their explosive releases. For a while, they just lay there catching their breath and relaxing against each other. Eventually, they had to get up. Their muscles had started to cramp from the position and were pressed against different parts of the chair. The cum has started to dry and flake against their skin.
Lucius performed a wandless cleaning spell feeling like a wet wipe swiping at the skin making their skin and clothes clean of the flakes and leftover liquid. He performed another to make them presentable. Both of their hair was a mess. Lucius’s hair, usually elegant, was everywhere from her hands being through it during their kisses. Hermione’s hair, once in neat braids was frizzy and half out of the ties. Her blouse was torn at the top from his veracity, the buttons on the floor somewhere. His robes had wrinkles from where her nails had dug into them.
He waved his wand quickly fixing all the tears and wrinkles, making their hair presentable again. She said a silent “thank you” and he smiled. She had no more meetings today or bills in progress so they decided to head home where Harry and Ron await.