𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗡𝗔𝗣𝗘'𝗦 [𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄] ✔️

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

Ministry of Magic. Hermione receives another letter from her husband about Minerva posting him back as the Potions teacher in Hogwarts.

Following then the letter from all her children about their father shocking news. She reads it then sighs.

"What have you done, Minerva?". Hermione leaned on a chair, her eyes still reading the letter.

There was a knocking sound outside of her door, she let the person enter, gushed keeping the letter back inside the drawer.

She looked up. Eyes met this pale person. "What do you want, Malfoy?" he smirked, dragging the chair and sitting.

"I hear Hogwarts welcoming Snape back as Potions teacher. It Sounds fun and interesting to hear this shocking news. I hear from my father and friends".

He stared. "Did my mother really ask him to? I don't need his help neither do you".

"Who says he helps you, Malfoy. My husband and I haven't thought of any of that to help you with an open heart. Snape was there because our son Henry needed his father's help for his school potions, that is. According to you.. Malfoy, Snape had no interest to be involved with your family anymore".

"I don't believe you, Granger".

Now Hermione is smirking towards him. "You've known me for years, Malfoy. Ever I lied". her eyes meet him again.

He studied her. Hermione Granger never knew she lied. She was more brilliant than himself and other students; not even Potter and Weasley could beat her in all exams.

Look at her now. He used to call her filthy Mudblood, insulting her the way she looks even everyday she looks pretty, her presence around him and around the school.

He always makes her more sad and angry with his insults. She punched his face back when they were in their third year at Hogwarts.

Bellatrix does try to kill her at the Manor that night. Now, she is the Minister of Magic. Rules the wizardry. Snape was lucky to have Hermione his wife while he was a loser and former Death Eater.

"Anything else you wanted to ask beside your family issues, Malfoy?"

Draco notice ᴍᴜᴅʙʟᴏᴏᴅ word carved on her left arm. His aunt Bellatrix did that to her. He tried to stop her but Bellatrix was crazy and obsessed.. he couldn't.

"Does it hurt?" he pointed. "Your skin". She looked at her arm. "She's crazy".

"I don't want to talk about it". her finger plays with the word on her skin. "Yes she is crazy. I can barely imagine what it was like before".

Smiling. "She can do whatever she wants to me, but not my baby". her eyes met Draco again.

"I pray, Draco. If you know what praying was. Begging your life.. asking God to keep you safe. Snape protects me and my son by giving me a drink he makes..

"That I didn't know what it was. He didn't tell me anything about the draughts I took. Until he tells the truth about it, that could save mine, his life and the baby because he knows when the time comes he has to.. die".

Hermione breathed, studying her wedding ring on her finger. She spoke back.

"Henry was Snape horcrux, if my son lived, so did he". She smiled again. "Time flies, Draco. We all change and get older. Now it's our kids' turn to rule the wizardry".

Draco pushes the chair then walks to the door, he stops when Hermione says something to him.

"Scorpius is gonna be fine. Snape promises your mum that". he reaches the knob then closes the door behind.