A/N: Well if all goes according to plan, this chapter should be validated on my birthday in five days since that's the current wait time. Anyway, this chapter will hopefully please all of the Dramione fans that have stuck with this story because of them. I however must warn you, beware the corniness! That is all.
As the sun was rising through the Eastern windows of Zabini Manor, Mikayla shifted in her sleep and woke up when she realized that she was alone. She slipped out of bed and donned her dressing gown before heading out in search of Blaise. When she heard crystal smashing into something solid, she rushed in that direction and eventually found Blaise in the living room sitting in front of the fire.
She didn't realize that he had arrived home only thirty minutes prior to her entrance. Mikayla didn't know where he had gone but was worried about him, especially given her own little breakdown last night. So the sleepy auburn haired woman cautiously stepped into the room and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Blaise," she called to him and her heart twisted upon seeing the agony across her boyfriend's face.
"Mikayla," he said, his voice cracking in the middle of it. Blaise held his arms open to her and she walked to stand between his knees as he wrapped his arms around her middle and held her tightly. The black haired man felt as if he was clinging onto his only chance at life. He loved Mikayla more than anything and would do anything for her, especially when it came to her protection, but it was still hard to cope with the fact that he and Draco had just killed someone. As he was reliving the events of the past few hours, he couldn't bring himself to tell her, so he just said, "It's over."
After receiving and reading Draco's brief note, Blaise double checked to make sure that Mikayla was still asleep before hurriedly getting dressed and Apparating to Malfoy Manor. When he arrived he found Draco waiting for him outside.
"Where is the bastard?" he asked heatedly upon not seeing Jackson with him.
"Out back with the men who caught him," Draco said as they started walking towards the group. "Where do you want to do this?"
"Somewhere hidden from view so there are no witnesses," Blaise replied darkly.
The blonde man just nodded his head as they kept walking. "I know the place. Let me just get rid of my guys." When they finally reached the group of men keeping watch over Jackson, Draco tossed each of them a small leather pouch that jingled as it sailed through the air and was then caught in a fist by each of the men. "Good job. You all are free to go but just remember that if you ever breathe a word of the work I have had you doing recently that you will receive a fate worse than you could ever imagine," Draco threatened them, giving each man a menacing stare as he made sure that they fully comprehended him.
Once the final pop of the last man Apparating away had silenced, Blaise and Draco each grabbed one of Jacksons upper arms and began stalking off to the forest on the Malfoy property. They were quickly engulfed by darkness due to the density of the trees and the lack of sunlight in the early morning hours before the break of dawn, and Draco pulled the small group to a stop.
"So how do you want to do this?" Draco asked as he looked over at his best mate.
"I want him to die," Blaise said simply and he could feel the slight tremble of Kent's body turn into violent tremors as he continued to maintain his grip on the man's upper arms.
The blonde looked from Blaise to the detained man. "Do you want him to suffer first?"
"No, as much as the bastard deserves it, I know that the sooner we get this over with the sooner I can get back home to Mikayla."
"You sure you don't want me to slip in a few crucios or sectumsempras before we dispatch him from this world?" the blonde asked with a malicious glint in his eye as he stared at the man between them, who was bound with common Muggle rope since he was a squib and couldn't get away through the use of magic.
"Draco!" the darker of the two friends said sternly. "You are not your father. We aren't here to enjoy this."
Malfoy's eyes quickly flashed from hurt to shame at the insinuation that he was anything like Lucius and he turned snarling to Jackson. "You're right, Blaise. I'm not Lucius. So just tell me when and we'll get this over with."
"You don't have to help me. It only takes one killing curse to take him out," Blaise said, offering his friend a way out of the dastardly deed.
"Look, Blaise, I know I don't have to but I want to. You're my best mate and are going to be the best man at my wedding and your friendship means a lot to me. So quit being such a pansy about this and let me help you."
Blaise sighed in defeat, knowing that once Draco's mind was made up there was no changing it. "Fine. On the count of three you can either say it aloud or silently. Just as long as it gets done."
Draco nodded and raised his wand. "One."
"Two," Blaise said as he also raised his wand, poised to commit one of the ultimate sins within his world.
"Three," the two friends said together. Instantly as both men silently cast Avada Kedavra, twin jets of blinding green light blasted from the ends of their wands and flew through the air, illuminating the surrounding area in a flash of green as the two spells connected with Jackson Kent. Before they could even lower their wands, the bound man's body crumpled to the leave strewn forest floor in a heap.
Draco was about to speak when he saw Blaise raise his wand once more. Before he could utter a single syllable, his mouth froze in shock at seeing the dead man's body burst into flames. The blonde stared from his best mate to the flames as the putrid stench of searing flesh reached his nostrils and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. He knew better than to ask what the hell Blaise was doing.
Once the last ember of the fast burning fire had died out, Draco vanished the ashes with the flick of his wand. He looked over at Blaise and nodded at him curtly before he disappeared with a crack.
There would be no witnesses.
There would be no evidence.
When Blaise returned home, he silently walked through the house towards the living room. He started a fire in the hearth and sat down. "Tripp."
The house elf appeared before him, his pillowcase as crisp and clean as the first day he put it on. "Yes, Master Blaise?"
"I need a firewhiskey and could you please check on Mikayla for me?"
"Certainly, Sir. Tripp is happys to please," the little elf said as he scurried away to complete Blaise's wishes. He returned not long after with a glass full of firewhiskey that he handed to the man. "Heres you go, Master Blaise. Mistress Mikayla is still asleeps."
"Good. Thank you, Tripp. That will be all for now," Blaise said, dismissing the creature with the wave of a hand. He sat in silence for an unknown amount of time just staring into the flames and reflecting on how much they reminded him of his vulgar act just earlier that morning.
Blaise was disgusted with himself and his actions, so he tossed back some of the amber colored liquid only to have it make him nauseous. So instead of finishing it, he tossed the crystal glass into the fireplace, gaining a small amount of satisfaction from hearing the sounds of shattering crystal and the fire roaring to life because of the alcohol.
Blaise all of a sudden tensed when he knew that he was no longer alone. He could feel Mikayla's prescence in the room and smell her unique scent that could drive him heady with desire at times and at others it could calm him down. This was one of those times as he could sense her coming closer until she reached out a hand to touch his shoulder and spoke his name, "Blaise."
Mikayla didn't asked any questions. She just let him cling to her, as she had done to him just hours earlier. She gave him the energy and support that he needed.
"Thank you," she said simply. His hold on her tightened as his body racked in silent sobs. Mikayla ran her fingers through his short hair, letting her nails scrape against his scalp. "Come on, love. Let's go back to bed. It's still early enough that we can get more sleep."
Blaise nodded his head as he released his hold on her and allowed himself to be led through the house and back to their bed. Once there, he was surprised when Mikayla began to kiss him and pushed him on to his back. But he just smiled as the woman he loved, took the iniative and made love to him. He took what she so willingly and lovingly offered to help him assauge his guilt for breaking a promise to himself. But as Mikayla brought them both to the peak and pushed them over, Blaise knew that she was worth it and that he would do everything and anything within his power from here on out to protect her and those he loved.
Only a matter of days later, Draco and Hermione had their wedding. Apparently they were so eager to finally be legally official that they had continued to work on their preparations, even during the events of the past few weeks. Draco had enough money that he was able to pay a hefty sum to have everything ready at a moment's notice.
So it was on a Wednesday afternoon that Mikayla found herself dressed in a strapless maid of honor gown in a deep shade of garnet. Her hair was left to hang past her shoulders in loose waves as she worked on Hermione. As she was using her newly acquired wand to create an updo with tight curls on her friend's head, she couldn't help but gush. "Oh Hermione, you look so radiant! I think you might give Draco a heart attack."
The brunette chuckled nervously. "I certainly hope not. I'd rather get married to him than have to rush him to St.Mungo's. Thank you so much for doing my hair. It looks wonderful." She stood up to look at herself in the full length mirror.
Hermione Granger was a vision of beauty in her white satin halter top wedding gown. Despite the fact that it was winter, she had a healthy tan on her body that complimented the dress just perfectly and made her glow.
"Are you ready?" Mikayla asked.
"As I'll ever be."
The two women embraced, careful not to wrinkle their dresses, fuss up their hairdos or smudge their makeup. "I'll let your father in," Mikayla said as she opened the door and called to Mr.Granger before heading to the location for the wedding.
Mikayla was grateful that Blaise and Draco had thought to put warming charms all along the path from the house to the garden alcove where the wedding ceremony was going to take place. She heard a sniffling noise behind her and turned around to see a misty eyed Mr.Granger gazing adoringly at his little girl.
Except for she wasn't a little girl anymore. Somewhere along the way, Hermione had grown up from a bushy haired, buck-toothed little girl into the stunningly beautiful woman standing before them now, getting ready to walk down the aisle to join her life with that of the man she loved.
As the music started, Mikayla turned back around and began heading down the aisle. Her eyes briefly flitted over Draco and how happy he looked standing there in his black dress robes and moved on to Blaise. He just quite simply took her breath away with how astoundingly handsome he was. If it wasn't for the fact that her dress wasn't white, Mikayla almost would have thought that this was her wedding with the way his eyes were trained on her, just ablaze with love and warmth.
When she finally made it to the altar, she smiled at both males and turned expectantly towards the end as the music changed. Upon Hermione's appearance on the arm of her father, Mikayla could hear the sharp inhalation from Draco and the quietly murmured, "Sweet Merlin." She had to stifle a giggle as her best friend practically floated down the aisle in no time flat.
Once Hermione had joined the rest of them at the alter after her father had given her away, she beamed a beautiful smile at Draco, who gave her a loving one in return as they clasped hands and listened to the ministry official who had begun speaking.
Soon it was time for the vows and Draco was to go first. He cleared his throat and squeezed Hermione's hands before he began and she gave him an encouraging smile. "Hermione, you are the light of my life. You make everyday worth getting up for, especially on those days when I just have that feeling that everything is going to go wrong. Just knowing that I will see your beautiful smile or hear your sweet voice makes it all better.
"I'm so grateful that you were able to see past who I used to be and give me another chance. I love you so much and I plan on showing you everyday to make sure that you will never regret today. I want to have kids with you and watch them grow up as we grow old together, still loving each other then as much as we do now. Thank you, Hermione, for saving me."
Hermione squeezed Draco's hands tightly as she sniffled and blinked furiously to keep her tears from falling. "Merlin, that was eloquently beautiful, love," she whispered to him quietly and he grinned, touched that she seemed to appreciate them because he had worked hard on them.
"You know I have to say, that if someone had told me back when we were in school that I was going to marry you, I would have scoffed and laughed. As I'm sure most of the people gathered here today would have as well," she said as she glanced from him to their friends and everyone's parents. "But now that I'm actually here, I can't see it as happening any other way. You make me whole, the piece I never knew I was missing.
"You are the ink to my quill that writes our love story. And as we stand here right now, we are completeing one book and starting a new best seller." Draco grinned at his brainy beauty, ever the bookworm even on their wedding day. "I know that we have many stories left to tell and I want the whole world to know. I don't want anyone to be able to think about one of us without instantly thinking of the other. I want for us to no longer be just Draco and Hermione in people's minds, but for us to become Dramione. One in the same and always synonymous with love in the mind's of our friends and family."
After Hermione's vows were spoken there wasn't a single dry eye in the garden. All of the mother's were openly crying, including Adriana whose own son wasn't even getting married, he was just the best man. Once the ministry offical had dried his eyes, he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the couple's joined hands.
"Draco, do you take Hermione Granger to be your wife and swear your magic upon her life of health and happiness?"
"I do." With those two words a strand of silver light shot out of the official's wand and circled Hermione's hand.
"Hermione, do you take Draco Malfoy to be your husband and swear your magic on his life of health and happiness?"
"I do." Another silver beam shot out of the wand to circle Draco's wrist this time.
"By the power vested in me by the Ministry of Maigc, I now pronounce you husband and wife, bond mates of magic for life, Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy. Or as the lady would prefer to be known, Mr. and Mrs. Dramione Malfoy." The small group chuckled politely at the man's joke. "Everyone watched as the twin beams of silver light coiled up the joined hands and formed the platinum gold bands of their wedding rings. "You may kiss the bride."
"Finally!" Draco exclaimed with joy. He captured her face within his hands and kissed his new wife for all he was worth. It wasn't a sweet and tender kiss but a kiss full of barely restrained desire and passion. If it hadn't been for the people all around them, watching intently, he probably would have turned the kiss into a full blown snog. But instead he pulled away with whispered promises of the pleasure that was yet to come.
Everyone cheered as Draco and Hermione walked back down the aisle to get their reception started. They were eager to be leaving on their honeymoon. The newlyweds were so eager in fact that they only managed to stay for an hour before saying their goodbyes and grabbing on to the portkey to Greece.
Two days before Christmas, the newlyweds had returned from their honeymoon, not wanting to miss any of the holiday festivities with their friends and family. They were going over to Blaise's house since their own wasn't decorated. Both of the Malfoys could tell that their friends were nervous about something on Christmas morning. They each tried, unsuccesfully to get to the bottom of it and then decided to just leave it be as they were about to exchange presents.
But before they could even get started, Blaise had asked Mikayla to go to the tree and find an ornament on there that hadn't been there last night. She stared at him in confusion at the odd request before doing as he asked.
Standing in front of the tree she began calling out what she saw. "Red balls, wreath, sleds, gingerbread men, box, bells, reindeer ...wait a minute!" she exclaimed as she looked from Blaise to the tree and snatched the box. Mikayla had an antsy expression on her face because she had a feeling what was about to happen. She watched in a shocked silence as her boyfriend took the box from her trembling hands and got down on one knee.
"Mikayla Montclaire, will you marry me?"
Her hands flew to her mouth and muffled her quiet response.
"What was that? Your hands were in the way."
She hastily removed them from her mouth and repeated herself. "Yes. Yes, of course I'll marry you." He took the ring from the small box and placed it on her ring finger before standing up and kissing his fiance. They only broke apart when they could hear their friends awwing.
"I have something for you as well, Blaise," Mikayla told him as she handed him a rectangular box wrapped in green paper.
Blaise hurriedly unwrapped it, eager to know what she bought him. When it was unwrapped he stared in confusion from the box to Mikayla. He heard Hermione let out a sqeuak and his gaze flew to her. Blaise saw that she was biting her bottom lip, looking for all intents and purposes as if she knew the answer and wanted to blurt it out to him.
"Well open it," Mikayla suggested.
When he opened the box a small white wand fell out and it was as if a flood of comprehension just rushed to his brain when it dawned on him. He quickly read the instructions and looked at the wand that confirmed everything for him. "Are we...?"
"Yes," Mikayla gushed happily.
And before she knew it, Blaise had scooped her up in his arms and was twirling her around and around as he gave her a mind blowing kiss in his excitement. When he finally released her lips he shouted to the room with such joy, "WE'RE PREGNANT!"