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20 YEARS OF BIGBANG

The Seven Year Witch

To Live and to Love   -- UPDATED!

20 YEARS OF BIGBANG

Vinculis Quod Ligatus (The Tie that Binds)

Author: @wordsmithmusings265 Beta: @lilhawkeye3 Artist: @quintalon Fandom(s): Harry Potter Main Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Side Pairings: Blaise Zabini/George Weasley, Daphne Greengrass/Susan Bones, Theo Nott/Luna Lovegood Rating: Explicit Summary: 7 years after the war: Hermione Granger is living as a mundane college student in NYC; she's given up magic and all ties to the magical community - even though she feels it tugging on her heart and whispering to her in corridors. And then he shows up on her doorstep reminding her of all the things she's forgotten - including what it feels like to be loved and tied deeply to someone with all of her soul.

Draco Malfoy is a powerful businessman with deep pockets and connections. He successfully runs House of M, a global corporation and is a high level warlock within the Desterrados Maxia - the Conclave of the Fated Ones. The only thing missing is the part of his heart that's in NYC. Seeing her again stirs feelings he can't deny, and he's promised himself he can never live without her again.

Magic in the UK is dying thanks to Voldemort's legacy and the Ministry of Magic is in denial as usual and looking to cover it up with a marriage law. It's up to Draco, and his team, to convince Hermione to return to magic, reclaim her magic, step into her power with the Daughters of Vega Coven. Together they can cleanse Voldemort's legacy from the UK once and for all - thus restoring the balance of magic, and thwarting the Ministry of Magic from sending them down a path they cannot escape. All they have to do is trust in the ties that bind.

The Seven Year Witch

@thelastlynx

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‘Well, well, well. Who have we here,’ a cold voice sneered from around the bookcases. The mass of brown hair falling over a book quivered and parted. From under the chestnut chaos, a head emerged, and two curious maroon eyes looked up, brows furrowed.

Bollocks.

Hermione had purposely escaped to the Squib Literature section in Flourish & Blotts to get away from the pathetic fight that had happened, just now, between the Misters Weasley and Malfoy.

Was it too much to ask to have a peaceful moment, just this once? And yet, here he stood, the very reason, or at least, part of the reason, she'd run off. The boy she had learned to despise. The boy who, once, she'd imagined to be her friend. Draco looked her up and down, his mouth twisting into an ugly jeer. Automatically, Hermione jumped up to face him, her head held high and brandishing her wand.

‘What do you want, Malfoy,’ she demanded in that imperious tone she rarely used anymore, the one that drove Ron up the walls.

‘Just checking what little Miss Teacher's Pet was up to,’ he drawled. He took a step towards her, and eyed her through stone-cold eyes. ‘We couldn't allow for any more accidents to happen, could we?’

Hermione, intent on circumventing any more trouble, closed the book and swiftly moved to put it back in its shelf, but Draco was too quick. He snatched it out of her hands.

‘The Wonderful Wizard of Oz?’ he scoffed and opened the first page, ‘What Muggle idiocy is this?’ He carelessly flipped through the pages.

‘Hey! Give it back!’ Hermione lunged forward and got ahold of the book, but Draco, who refused to let go, pulled the volume towards himself, and so they both stumbled, hands on the opened book, into the next bookcase. Through the swirl of limbs and clothes and robes, they somehow continued falling, weightlessly falling, until they smacked suddenly, hard, onto firm ground.

‘Ouch!’

‘Oww!’

‘Get off me!’

‘You get off me!’

Both scrambled back onto their feet, hair and clothes and robes a single mess. Hastily, they disentangled their arms and legs and awkwardly shuffled away from each other. Hermione picked up the book that, at some point, had fallen to the ground. She inspected it diligently. ‘You’re lucky it’s not harmed,’ she huffed with indignation.

He remained oddly quiet.

Hermione looked up. ‘Malfoy, wha–?’

The question got stuck in her throat. Where there had been wooden bookcases and the thick, burgundy carpets of Flourish & Blotts, there was now a wide, beautiful clearing, a sea of flowers, blooming red, blue, and purple.  At the very edge of the woods, Hermione spotted a tiny cottage, when Malfoy made a strange gurgling sound. Startled, she looked in his direction and her heart almost stopped: a tall woman with a green face distorted by the ugliest expression she had ever seen thundered towards them. Gripped in her hands was a black thorny wand erupting purple sparks.

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