Reluctant Promises, Chapter 1/?
Title: Reluctant Promises
Chapter: 1/?
Pairing: Draco/Hermione, Ron/Hermione to start
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Words: 5578
Summary: As a part of his punishment for his part in the war, Draco was sentenced to a year living as a Muggle in the Muggle world. Harry ropes Hermione into serving as Draco's liaison with the Ministry and guide to the Muggle world. Can she open his eyes to the joys of Muggle living or will she Avada him first? Set post-Hogwarts/post-war.
Spoilers: Compliant with Deathly Hallows but ignores the epilogue.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Everything recognizable is owned by J.K. Rowling and I'm not her.
A/N: This is my very first Harry Potter fanfic, although I have written for Glee before. If any of my Glee readers are reading this, please let me know and thanks for your support even across fandoms! I know there have been a lot of fics about Draco's rehabilitation after the war (though I've rarely read those), but I hope to make mine different from previous ones. I also want to clarify that I'm American, not British, so I apologize ahead of time for any incorrect Britisms. This fic will definitely be Draco/Hermione, but Hermione will start out with Ron. Again, I ignore the epilogue, so don't be surprised to find that I've changed around relationships to fit what I like best. I couldn't have Draco/Hermione otherwise after all! Also, I love reviews, but rest assured that I'll never hold a chapter hostage for them. Please read and review! Thanks!
"I won't do it."
With those words hanging in the air, Hermione Granger crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her best friend. The newly twenty-one year old witch was well aware that she was behaving immaturely and completely out of character but she felt that this situation completely warranted it. How dare he ask her to do that for him!
Hermione was standing in Harry Potter's brand new office in Auror Headquarters at the Ministry of Magic on a sunny day in late September. He had recently been promoted to head up new Auror training. When he asked Hermione to visit him today, she had thought he wanted her opinion on the new training regimen that he was implementing since she had gone to university and graduated early with her degree in teaching. When he asked her for a promise before telling her what it entailed, she had given it freely. He was Harry after all. Well, see if she ever did that again!
"Come on Mione," Harry pleaded. "I need you to do this for me. I don't have any other choices."
The expression in her wide brown eyes hardened and Hermione tilted her chin up. "Silly nicknames won't get me to agree, and what do you mean you don't have any other choices? I can think of at least one: you do it."
Harry ran a hand through his already unruly black hair in frustration; he had known this wouldn't be easy. "I can't do it. I'm too busy overhauling the training program right now, you know that." When she opened her mouth to respond, Harry cut her off. "You and Ron are the only ones that I would trust with this, so I won't send one of the other Aurors."
"Then send Ron," Hermione announced decisively, dropping her arms back to her side.
"Oi!" the redhead shouted from his position lounging against the wall next to the door.
"Sorry Ron, but better you than me," she apologized halfheartedly before turning back to Harry. "He has the knowledge now. He could do it just as well as I could."
Harry looked away from her, studying one of the moving photos on his desk with great interest. "I can't send Ron; he'd kill him the first time he said something stupid and you know it."
Hermione turned her anger on the other boy who shrugged.
"He's right. I can't stand the git and knowing I had the only wand..." Ron trailed off, a dreamy look coming over his face.
The brunette girl was outraged. "You're my boyfriend! You're just going to let Harry sacrifice me like this?"
The redhead wasn't paying attention, still lost in his fantasy.
"Ron!" Hermione snapped causing him to jump slightly and look at her.
"Better you than me," he repeated her words back at her. "You've got that whole kindness thing going on so you're not likely to hex him. Repeatedly."
As Hermione watched her boyfriend drift back into his fantasies, she knew that he was a lost cause so she turned her attention back to Harry.
"I won't do it Harry. I just won't and you can't make me," she emphasized, just barely restraining herself from sticking her tongue out at him. That would cross too far over the line of immaturity. "I don't even understand why this is so important to you."
He sighed and dropped into the chair behind his desk wearily.
"There's good there; I know there is. The next year is the best chance that we have to bring it out in him. If we can save him from himself and give him that chance, then shouldn't we?" he asked, green eyes sparkling with passion even as the rest of his face showed every sign of exhaustion.
Hermione buried her face in her hands. She didn't want to do it (she definitely couldn't have been clearer about that), but she always was powerless to deny Harry even when she hated his ideas. Lifting her head, she cast one last glance at Ron. He had come out of his daydreaming, but he was watching her with amusement in his bright blue eyes. No help there. She gave an annoyed huff.
"Fine! I'll do it."
Harry beamed at her. "Thanks Mione. I knew I could count on you."
She frowned at him. "You owe me for this. Big time. The next time I ask you for something, you're going to give it to me no questions asked," she warned. Secretly she wondered if she would ever call in the favor though; she never asked Harry for anything.
His smile didn't fade in the least. "Anything." He turned all business. "We have the house ready and he's expecting you at his place." He held out several sheets of parchment. "These are your instructions and the address of the house we have secured for Malfoy. You'd better go; you're already fifteen minutes late."
Hermione grimaced again (it was awfully presumptuous of Harry to have already told him she was coming) but headed toward the door nevertheless. At least if he knew that she was his liaison already, things would be easier on her.
Ron stopped her with a quick kiss. "I'll see you at home tonight."
Still angry at how very unhelpful he was, Hermione pushed past him. He was sleeping on the couch tonight because she was going to place an unbreakable locking charm on the bedroom door when she got home. He wasn't getting back into their bed until she decided to let him and removed the charm.
Stomping down the hallway to the lifts, she scowled at everyone she passed.
She couldn't believe she had agreed to be Draco bloody Malfoy's handler.
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Draco Malfoy was waiting rather impatiently in the parlor of Malfoy Manor. The person assigned to help him adjust to the Muggle world should have arrived several minutes ago. The longer he waited, the more he could feel the resentment building up in his chest. Who was this person to think he could make a Malfoy wait?
This whole practice was pointless. What did they honestly expect a year spent living without a wand would do? He had already gone the two years that he was in Azkaban without a wand, so not using magic wouldn't be that much of an adjustment for him. Of course in Azkaban he didn't have to do anything to take care of himself. The prison had employees to cook for him and wait on him. A few of the guards were good for decent conversation. In fact, after the years spent under the Dark Lord's thumb, Azkaban had been a welcome change. No one forcing him to torture or plot murder, he thought bitterly. How pitiful was it that he had preferred the dreaded Azkaban to the wizard whose mark he still wore?
Draco shoved those distasteful thoughts aside. He had been released from Azkaban the previous afternoon, straight into his mother's custody. She had gotten off lightly compared to him and his father. Saint Potter had testified at her trial about how she had saved his life, leading to the Dark Lord's downfall. That information had gotten her a brief one year spent living as a Muggle, much as he was about to.
Potter and his perfect little friends had also testified on his behalf, stating that he hadn't committed any crimes that they knew of, aside from letting the Death Eaters into the school and nearly killing Weasel and that other girl in sixth year. Potter had even told the Wizengamot about how he was under duress when committing those crimes (duress, he snorted internally, that word clearly came from Granger). Thanks to their testimony, Draco had been sentenced to a mere two years in Azkaban's minimum security block and one year living as a Muggle in the Muggle world. He of course found all of this completely distasteful. It wasn't bad enough that he already owed Potter a life debt for saving him from the Fiendfyre, but now he owed him for getting him a lighter sentence. And living among the Muggles...Draco shuddered at the thought. He'd never be clean again! He may not be a murderer, but he still fully held that wizards were far superior to Muggles and Mudbloods.
His father had suffered the harshest punishment of the family. Potty and his friends had risen to his defense too, but the best they could do was confirm that Lucius hadn't taken part in the fighting during the final battle. He still had to suffer for his previously convicted crimes, plus his escape from Azkaban after he was arrested for the Ministry break-in. Luckily the Wizengamot couldn't tie Lucius to any of the unforgiveables cast throughout the war (unlike Draco and his Imperious on Madam Rosmerta-that fell under the duress portion of his defense) so he didn't receive a life sentence. Instead, his father would serve five years in Azkaban and then his one year living as a Muggle. He was lucky though; he would be able to take his wife with him for that year. Draco had to suffer through the year with no contact outside of his liaison with the Ministry and his family (because he absolutely refused to mingle with the Muggles).
Draco frowned. Maybe he'd get lucky and they'd assign a hot young witch to him so he could shag her for the next year. He probably wouldn't be that lucky though; he bet he'd wind up with some old wizard who was half senile and completely incompetent. Draco had zero faith in Aurors. He felt that they mostly had their heads stuck up their asses or else they would have been able to spot the Ministry employees the Dark Lord had placed under the Imperious and kept him from taking over the Ministry. And they definitely wouldn't have needed a group of teenagers to end the war.
Draco kicked his magically expanded trunk where it sat on the floor in front of him. He had packed earlier that morning. All of his clothing and robes were tucked away, along with some money, several books, a wizarding chess set, a pack of Exploding Snap cards, and a handful of other cleverly disguised magical items. He didn't expect the Auror sent to cover him would be smart enough to uncover all of his items; he had been too sneaky for that and Aurors were idiots. Fingering the galleons in the pocket of the black robe he was wearing, his thoughts turned to that morning's meeting with his father.
His mother, who had to escort him in public until his liaison picked him up that afternoon, had taken him to visit his father in Azkaban. Draco was glad to see that the prison didn't appear to weigh any heavier on Lucius than it had on him. He actually appeared stronger than he had when the Dark Lord had been living in their house-much more like the man that Draco had idolized growing up. After the three had visited for a bit in a private room (it was the first time they had all been together since Draco's trial), Narcissa and Draco had risen to leave. Lucius had stopped them and asked for a word alone with Draco. Draco could tell that his mother was confused, but she had left the two of them, stating that she would be waiting for Draco in the hall.
"Draco," Lucius had started, "the Ministry is going to try to confuse you over the next year. They are going to attempt to influence your beliefs about Muggles and Mudbloods, but you cannot let them. You must remain faithful to the beliefs that your mother and I have instilled in you. The fact that you are a wizard makes you infinitely better than a Muggle. That you are a Pureblood means you are superior to Mudbloods. And as a Malfoy, you are royalty among Purebloods. Remember that."
Draco nearly snorted out loud (he didn't-that would be undignified) at remembrance of the warning. As if he needed the reminder that he was superior to everyone else. Anger at his fate for the next year had him kicking his trunk again and then wishing he hadn't when he stubbed his toe through his boot. Damn shoddy workmanship; these boots were supposed to have reinforced toes.
"Draco, dear," his mother got his attention. She was gliding in the rocking chair kept in the parlor; it was the same one that she used to rock him to sleep in when he was a baby. "I don't know what your father said to you today, but I imagine that it was a reminder about how you are a Pureblood."
Draco restrained himself from rolling his eyes (also undignified) and gazed steadily at his mother. He was still surprised at how different she was. She seemed younger than she had during the war. Gone was the beaten down woman who used to worry that her entire world would crash down around her. In her place was the woman that he remembered from his childhood. Her blue eyes sparkled with life again. He had glimpsed the differences when she would visit him in prison, but it was more obvious when he was able to spend more than half an hour with her at a time.
"I want to ask a favor of you," she continued, oblivious to his thoughts. He gave a nearly imperceptible nod to show that he was listening. "I want you to keep an open mind over the next year."
Waves of disbelief washed over Draco. What in the hell was she talking about?
She must have understood because she smiled, her eyes alight with humor. "I sound crazy, I know. Don't forget that I've been where you are now. I've already put in my one year of Muggle living. It's..." she paused as if unsure how to continue on. "It's not bad," she finally settled on lamely. "There are some very good things about the Muggle world if you'll just give them a chance."
Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. His mother actually liked the Muggle world?
Narcissa wasn't done. "Your father is a good man, but he is misguided in his beliefs," she explained with the soft smile she always wore when speaking about Lucius. She stilled the chair and her expression grew serious. "I was misguided in my beliefs until I spent a year away. I had no contact with the magical world outside of Harry Potter and my supervised visits with you and your father in Azkaban for that year." Draco raised his eyebrow and she clarified. "Harry Potter was my liaison and guide for my stay. I didn't want to lose the comfort of magic, but there is something very liberating about the Muggle way of life. I want you to experience that for yourself, so promise me that you'll keep an open mind about your new life for the next year."
His mother had clearly lost her mind (which would explain why she seemed so much happier), but with the way she was looking at him, he couldn't deny her. She had always been his one soft spot; it's one of many reasons why he would never be friends with Potter-he had taken a shot at Narcissa at the World Cup years ago. He sighed. He was a Slytherin; just because he made a promise didn't mean he had to keep it.
"Fine. I'll do it."
When his mother beamed her approval at him, he was glad he had lied. He bit back a groan at her next words.
"Do try and get along with your liaison. If you make him angry or break the rules he sets, you could end up living in the Muggle world for longer than the year or even wind up back in Azkaban."
"Fine," he said yet again. He sure as hell didn't want to spend any longer than a year among the Muggles.
They sat silently for a few moments before the tingling of the wards alerted them both to the presence of another person on the grounds. Several seconds later a house-elf led the new arrival into the parlor. Draco was surprised to see his mother, who was facing the doorway, smile genuinely at the person. Taking a deep breath, Draco steadied himself to face the man who, outside of his family, would be his only contact with the magical world over the next year. He prayed that it wasn't Potter.
It wasn't, but it was almost as bad.
"Granger," he muttered under his breath. "Just chuck me back in Azkaban now."
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Hermione wasn't happy to be back at Malfoy Manor. Logically she knew that the house no longer hid anything more vile than Draco Malfoy himself, but that hadn't stopped the shiver of apprehension that ran down her spine when the house-elf had let her in. After all, the last time she had been here, she had been tortured and nearly had her throat slit by a madwoman (though she had been unconscious for that part). It was no surprise that she was unhappy to come back. Those feelings only grew when she entered the parlor, although Narcissa Malfoy's welcoming smile had helped to ease the tension some. Harry had explained that Mrs. Malfoy was actually a decent person who had enjoyed her time in the Muggle world once she grew accustomed to it. Given the way that Mrs. Malfoy was looking at her, Hermione had to wonder if Harry had talked about her at some point. Shaking off her curiosity, Hermione turned to Malfoy.
"I beg your pardon? What was that?" she asked.
She had heard his comment of course, but she wasn't going to make this any easier on him. Internally, she began to plot the best way to make Harry pay for this favor. She thought she might enjoy a break from housework. Maybe she could have him take care of it for her, not Kreacher, mind you, but Harry himself.
Malfoy scowled at her. "Nothing."
Hermione nearly grinned at that; perhaps having Malfoy's future in her hands wouldn't be so bad if it meant that he kept his mouth shut.
"How are you doing Miss Granger?" Mrs. Malfoy questioned, rising from her rocking chair and approaching Hermione, hand outstretched.
Briefly taken aback by this show of friendliness, Hermione recovered quickly and shook the older woman's hand. "Quite well, for the most part." She shot a look at Malfoy on these words before meeting Mrs. Malfoy's eyes again. "Thank you for asking Mrs. Malfoy."
"Narcissa, please," the blonde refuted. She must have sensed Hermione's confusion at the unexpected behavior because she clarified, "Harry spoke very highly of you. I do hope my son doesn't cause you any trouble over the next year."
Hermione couldn't think of anything kind to say to that, so she made a non-committal noise and dropped Narcissa's hand. She was quite certain that Malfoy would be nothing but trouble for the next year, but she didn't want to hurt the blonde's feelings when she was being so kind. To avoid breaking the peace, she turned to Malfoy. She might as well get started on her duties.
"Do you have whatever you're bringing with you?"
Malfoy pointed to a trunk that was sitting on the floor in front of the loveseat that he had been using. Hermione checked the parchment that Harry had given to her earlier and read the instructions for this portion of her assignment. Nodding to herself, she refolded the parchment and stuffed it back into her pale blue robes. Moving around the loveseat, she tapped the trunk with her wand and heard a click as it unlocked. Ignoring Malfoy's outraged yell, she lifted the lid and began to sort through the objects, keeping up a running commentary as she did so.
"Absolutely not," she said, setting the pack of Exploding Snap aside. "If you want to play chess, you can buy a muggle chess set," she added as the wizarding chess set joined the cards. "I'll take this."
When she plucked the bag of coins out of Malfoy's trunk, Malfoy, who was standing over and watching her, made a grab for the leather pouch.
"You can't take my money Granger!" he cried out in anger.
She tilted her head back to meet his silver eyes from where she was crouched on the floor. "Oh, quiet Malfoy. I'm not taking your money; I'm merely going to have it converted into Muggle money for you. You can't use wizard gold in the Muggle world you know."
Tucking the gold into her pocket, Hermione turned back to the contents of the trunk and missed Draco nervously slipping a hand into his own pocket.
"I know that Granger," he confirmed tensely. "I don't see where you have the right to decide what I can take with me."
Hermione sighed as she pulled out a disguised sneakoscope and added it to the growing pile of illicit items. "I am your liaison with the Ministry-that's what gives me the right." She dug back into the trunk. "You know that you're not allowed to have any magical items with you and that includes...uh, really Malfoy?"
Hermione pulled her arm out of the trunk, a tightly rolled poster clutched in her hand. She unrolled the poster and ignored the half naked woman winking at her from it, instead focusing her attention on what was concealed inside of it. She gazed up at Malfoy in disbelief.
"A wand? You actually thought that you could sneak a wand past me?"
She had recognized it because the instant she had grasped the poster warm magic had flowed up her arm, weaker than when she held her own wand but unmistakable nonetheless.
"I thought they were sending me an Auror. I didn't realize they were going to stick me with the know-it-all Mudbl..."
"Draco Malfoy don't you dare finish that sentence."
They were both surprised when Narcissa cut off his comment in a sharp voice. With her attention so completely focused on the task at hand, Hermione had completely forgotten that she was still in the room. Feeling as if she was losing control of the situation, Hermione stood up and met the petulant wizard's eyes. Praying for all the self-control she could muster, Hermione tried to take that control back.
"Listen, Malfoy, I'm no happier to be here than you are. However, I am in charge here and if you don't like that, then I would be perfectly happy to chuck you back into Azkaban as you requested earlier," she stated forcefully, her hands propped on her hips.
Malfoy didn't say a word, but he broke eye contact first. Hermione took that as a sign that she had won this little skirmish and dropped back to the floor to finish her work with his trunk in silence. Once she was satisfied that she had gotten all of the contraband, even the most cleverly disguised items, she shut the lid, relocked it, and stood back up.
"Time to go," she announced with false cheeriness.
"So soon?" Narcissa asked, a slight sadness tinging her voice.
Hermione nodded sympathetically. As much of a prat as Malfoy was, he was still Narcissa's son and Hermione could understand her reluctance to say goodbye so soon after she finally had him back home.
"You can visit him at his new home Narcissa. All you have to do is owl and I'll take you through; all visits must be supervised to prevent anyone breaking the law against magic use as I'm sure you remember," Hermione reminded her, forgetting momentarily that all of Narcissa's family had been in prison during her year in the Muggle world.
"I know and I'll definitely owl you in future I'm sure," Narcissa agreed, shaking Hermione's hand once again. "It was very nice to finally, truly meet you, Miss Granger."
"Hermione," Hermione corrected her absently.
She got what Narcissa had meant. Despite all of the times they had been in the same spot, this was the first time the two witches had actually met. Mostly because they had always been in life or death circumstances before. Hermione watched with some amusement as the older witch pulled an unwilling Malfoy into a hug and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Malfoy pulled back, slightly pink with what Hermione could only guess was embarrassment over his mom showing affection to him in front of her.
"Remember your promise Draco," Narcissa said in a gentle voice.
Hermione, definitely curious about the promise, could tell that Malfoy was less than pleased with those words but he still gave a dutiful 'Yes Mother'. Malfoy bent down and hefted up his trunk with minimal effort (Hermione couldn't help but be a bit impressed by that) and led the way to the front door of the manor. Hermione followed closely behind and Narcissa trailed after her. Their procession moved silently down the front walk to the gates. Hermione and Malfoy stepped outside of the gates while Narcissa paused just inside the gate, waving a goodbye to them.
"How are we getting there?" Malfoy asked in a belligerent tone, dropping one end of the trunk and keeping hold of one handle.
"Side-along apparition of course," she responded, holding her arm out for him to take hold of. He scowled down at her and Hermione huffed in impatience. "Oh, come on then. We don't have all day."
Malfoy's expression didn't change one whit, but he grabbed her arm with his free hand and Hermione whisked them both off to his new home.
Back on the grounds of Malfoy Manor Narcissa was staring at the spot that her son and the brilliant Muggleborn had recently occupied in amusement. She had a feeling the next year would be quite an interesting one.
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"Did you do it?"
Harry gazed at his wife, her pale blue eyes shining with interest, as he entered the living room of their cottage in Godric's Hollow that night. Glad to finally be home after what felt like a very long day at work, he laid down on the couch next to her and rested his head in her lap. He knew that he only had a short time of this particular comfort left before her stomach would be too swollen with their first child for his head to fit. His head already nudged the baby bump. As she always did, she began to stroke her fingers through his hair and he began to relax.
"It wasn't easy but I finally convinced her," he answered her question.
"Good."
Harry could hear the happiness in her normally dreamy voice. Pregnancy had made her more alert and involved with her surroundings. He still wasn't sure about her plan though.
"I promise you that it's for the best," she continued on in that way she had of knowing exactly what he was thinking without him having to say a thing. "For both of them."
No longer relaxed, Harry rose and started pacing in front of the couch. His wife just watched his agitated actions serenely.
"How can this be what's best? They hate each other," he pointed out.
On his next pass by her, nineteen-weeks-pregnant Luna Potter reached out and laid a hand on her husband's arm.
"They're perfect for each other," she responded calmly. "The Nigglewumpfs told me so. And Narcissa and I both agree."
Harry dropped back down on the couch and buried his face in his hands. He loved his wife, but he often wished that he had kept that particular conversation with Narcissa to himself.
Harry had served as Narcissa Malfoy's guide to the Muggle world during her year there. Because her only family was in prison, he was her only company from their world so the two had grown understandably close. Harry had taken to having tea with her every afternoon and they had talked about a wide variety of subjects. Eventually, this led to him telling her about his various adventures at Hogwarts. And so Narcissa had heard a lot about both Ron and Hermione. One day, a little over a year ago, as he was finishing the story of their third year, including how Hermione had slapped Malfoy, the witch had surprised him.
"Miss Granger sounds like just the sort of woman my Draco needs," she had mused thoughtfully.
Harry had gone into a coughing fit as he fought not to choke on his tea. Hermione and Malfoy?! The very thought was ridiculous.
"Sorry, but you think the girl who slapped your son would be good for him?" he had asked incredulously.
She had smiled brightly at him. "Draco needs someone who's not afraid to stand up to him. He would never be happy with a girl he could walk all over, though I don't believe he's realized that yet."
Harry had thought the whole idea was so ridiculous that he had told Luna, still just his girlfriend at the time, at dinner that night. However, her reaction was nothing like he had hoped.
"Hmm, now that I think about it, he would be a good match for her," she had stated after a couple moments thought in which he wondered if she had even heard him (he could never tell when Luna was paying attention).
For the second time that day he had tried not to choke on his beverage. "What?!"
Luna's eyes had been focused on something only she could see. "He would be a challenge for her. Ron's a nice guy, but Hermione needs someone who isn't so simple. She needs someone complex to be happy."
Harry hadn't been too worried about Luna's words because Malfoy had still had a little over a year of his Azkaban sentence left. He figured that she would forget the whole thing by the time he was free again.
He had been wrong.
Last week, Narcissa had joined them for dinner as she occasionally did since her return to the wizarding world and mentioned her excitement at having her son released from the prison. This had made Luna mention how perfect she believed Hermione and Malfoy were for each other. The two had then set about hatching a plot to get the two together, dragging him into it because he couldn't deny his wife anything.
"You haven't done anything wrong," Luna said softly, rubbing his arm and dragging him back to the present. "You merely put them in contact with each other. What happens now is entirely up to them."
"So you won't interfere?" he questioned suspiciously, raising his head to look at her.
Luna smiled dreamily. "I can't make any promises. Nor will Narcissa."
Harry sighed again. The hatred between Hermione and Malfoy still bothered him.
"He can be a decent guy," Luna stated surely, again zeroing on his concern. "I wouldn't listen to the Nigglewumpfs if I thought Hermione would be in danger. She's one of my best friends."
"I know that."
And he did; Luna had gone for far too long without friends to risk endangering one. There was something else that worried him about Luna and Narcissa's plan though.
"And don't worry about Ron," his wife stated insightfully, planting a kiss on his lips. "We don't even have to work out a plan for him; we just have to let nature take its course."
She kissed him again, more forcefully this time. Setting his worries aside, Harry stood and swept Luna up in his arms, carrying her to their bedroom.
"Hey, this is just like a fairytale!" she exclaimed, drawing a laugh from him.
A/N 2: Okay, when Luna states that Ron is simple, I don't mean stupid. I mean that he's very obvious about everything as opposed to complex like Malfoy is. Also, I will occasionally flip into Harry's POV, just to see what's happening on the plotting end of things. It won't happen every chapter though, only when I feel that it is relevant. Expect to see a lot of Narcissa, Luna, and Harry throughout. I'm trying to stay in character as best as I can, taking into account that some things (like Narcissa's attitudes) will have changed over the two and a part years that have passed since the war. Please let me know what you think!
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