#hermionesmagic

Yo! A new headcanon where Draco is part of the snatcher team that captures Harry and the others. If you know of a decent fic with the same premise, sent them my way.  Let me know if I should make this a little mini comic. 

The wedding had been and gone. He was thankful for that. The Malfoys had gone overboard with everything but they were also kind enough to give them their French holiday home for their honeymoon.

The morning after they arrived, silk sheets were wrapped around their naked bodies as the light shined through the window. He let out a groan as the light hit his eyes and he moved so his head was buried in her hair.

There is no doubt in my mind that Ginny and Hermione forced the Weasley boys including Harry to do face masks in the summer. After years it because a tradition each year adding new family members.

Ginny Telling them from the scars and injuries and all the battle wounds they endured throughout the school year that the mask would do them wonders.

We know this because Ginny’s skin was immaculate and after some time so was Hermione’s.

They brought and made magical and muggle masks. Clay, peel off, Charol, funny colours and smells and textures.

But now imagine Mrs. Weasley hearing loud laughter as she opened the door the Ron’s attic room to find Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred and George all absolutely Wetting themselves, crying and banging on the floor because Hermione is trying to rip the peel off black mask from Ron and he’d having a meltdown. Imagine them laughing because Ron can’t talk properly with it on.

Imagine George and Fred having bubble masks on and are in bits feeling it bubble up and blowing bits into each other faces.

Imagine Harry’s got a clay pink mask on and has clips to keep his fringe back and Ginny finds it adorable as well the fact that He can’t see because Ginny has his glasses in her hair.

Hermione got a magical detox mask on she created herself and it’s green and moving and she looks like the thing from the blob. That’s what started the laughter fit because Ron screamed bloody murder and told her to back away.

They are all just sitting around laughing, eating and cracking jokes together in their pjs looking younger than they had in months.

Mrs. Weasley listens form the door, loving the sound. Never disturbing them knowing in a few months they won’t be teenagers anymore. They’ll be war survivors, maybe not to even survivors maybe victims. So she lets them be and hold this memory tight in her chest as tears fall down her face.

It had been nearly a year after she’d been kidnapped into the past that she had relented and become engaged to Tom for real. Maybe it was selfish of her, needing....wanting his protection after the torture she’d experienced by Dumbledore. But she was feeling emotions for him. He wasn’t the same man from her future and he wasn’t like other men she’d known. For one, he respected her and listened to her rather than just letting her speak. He cared about her opinion, especially when it came to their plan for his rise through the ranks of the ministry. So when she turned up pregnant, there had been a bit of a rush to the alter given how conservative Wizarding Britain was.

On July 31, 1948, Helena Jane Riddle was born. She believed it was the stress of experiencing Harry’s birthday without him for the first time that sent her into early labor. Tom liked to just call it a coincidence. It hardly mattered, their daughter was perfect in every way with Hermione’s nose and Tom’s dark hair. Thankfully, her curls were less frizzy and smoother than her mother’s. Hermione had been in labor for about six hours when their daughter had finally emerged into the world. It felt like her entire being had tilted as she laid eyes on her. She knew then that she would do anything for this small being, give up her own life even. Helena became her whole world and she could only smile at Tom, realizing she never would have had her sweet baby girl without him.

“Mummy! Thomas keeps pulling my hair!” Helena cried out as she wrapped her arms around her mother’s legs, seeking refuge from her little brother’s wild antics. Hermione looked down with a tired smile as she ran her fingers through her oldest child’s tresses before eyeing the little boy who had chased after her into the drawing room.  “Thomas, did you pull your sister’s hair?” she asked and he knew she expected the truth. “Yes Mummy,” he relented, any mirth gone in an instant under the watchful eye of his mother. “What do we say?” she asked and he could only sigh. “I’m sorry Helena,” he relented before approaching them and hugging his big sister as an apology. Hermione could only sigh at her two children before rubbing at her middle, their third child on the way.

Helena could only roll her eyes as they made their way to the platform. It was her seventh year and she was beyond excited to get on the train and find Andromeda. Still, seeing her mother with sparkling, wet eyes made her choke up a bit. “Mum, its not a big deal,” she tried to reason with her but even she knew it was. This was her last first day back. It would be the last time she’d escort Thomas, and the twins, Harry and Luna, to Hogwarts. Wiping the tears away, she hugged her mum once more. “I love you Mummy,” she said in a soft voice for only her to hear.

A soft groan escaped the man’s lips at the sudden ache in his head.  his eyes flitted open to see the young witch was finally awake.  he most have dozed off too.  She had looked so peaceful he hadn’t want to bother her.  “Such language.”  he half joked as he shifted to stretch out. he had no idea no idea what time it was or anything at all.