Aftermath

Healing and New Bonds

Draco slid into the kitchen in shorts and socks with his comb in hand. He looked in the small mirror and ran the comb through his hair, "You look fine, Mr.Malfoy." He told himself, winking.

"You keep telling yourself that," Hestia giggled as she watched him from the table from behind the paper. Draco yelped in fright and burned bright red as he faced her.

He recovered and slid over to her, firmly planting a kiss on her lips. "You know who looks really beautiful right now?" He whispered in her ear. Hestia blushed before he responded, "I do."

He jumped away as she threw the Daily Prophet at him. Sitting across from her he smiled boyishly at her. "Anything interesting?" He asked, referring to the news.

"Nothing's changed. No reports on the now dead Death Eaters or on Romero's disappearance. Nothing. Oh, but Harry Potter has a new statue in the ministry and six more books about him." Hestia gushed in sarcasm as she rolled her eyes.

Draco snorted as he walked to the pantry and grabbed a bag of crackers. "Enough about Barry Snotter," He huffed as he sat down and smiled cheekily at her.

Narrowing her eyes Hestia studied him, "What?"

"You love me." Draco laughed.

"You love me too," Hestia countered with a smirk.

"That's besides the point. You love me," he said cockily and dodged a jinx. "Okay I surrender. So what now? We tackled Romero, what do we do now?"

Hestia hummed as she looked at Draco and tapped her long white nails on the table. "We make history. I'm tired of holding back who I really am. I want to become something."

Draco watched in amusement as Hestia spilled her thoughts. "I'm strong and I want to let people know it. I'm tired of hiding in the shadows Draco!  Together we will shift the stars and have books written in our favor."

"How will we do that? Tell me your dream and we will make it come true. What is your deepest desire?" Draco asked, getting excited with her.

"Firstly I want to build an orphanage. A safe home for all magical people that have no good home outside of Hogwarts. This will be a haven for people like myself and Tom Riddle to learn good and what it means to be home. They will be fed and grow to do good and become people. Our orphanage will raise warriors and artists." Hestia exclaimed with glittering eyes.

Draco coughed, "Who's Tom Riddle?"

"Never mind that," she huffed. "I will create spells and teach my abilities to everyone so they will see a world outside their wand. Like Merlin and others I will expand the wizarding world into our future. You will do what you love most, taking control and being at your full potential. You will go to the ministry, whichever branch you please, and become someone that everyone wants to be."

Draco smiled to the thought of power and having a mark in the world. Making his father and mother proud. He smiled at the idea of Hestia finally showing everyone how powerful she truly is.

"We will do it. We will no longer be known for our past mistakes or our parents burdens, but for who we are. The world will bow down to us and we will do good. Rename the meaning of Slytherin so children at Hogwarts will rejoice in pride. Voldemort tore us down, we will build ourselves better." Draco declared.

Before they could further the conversation the sound of a doorbell ringing though the home interrupted their conversation. In the distance you could hear as Everest opened the door and a small muffling echoed distantly. Suddenly the elf cried out loudly, "Madam Hestia! Madam Hestia hurry!"