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Hermione had never, in her life, thought she would be happy to see divorce papers.

Dark green, old wine, low fires, classical music, heavy rains, Cuban cigars and freshly polished furniture, all the things that remind her of him most.

Draco Malfoy gets the girl, even in death.

Draco Malfoy is back.

Draco Malfoy had never been the forgiving sort.

His voice is soothing and hers is heavenly. Together they made the loveliest of sounds, and oh how she loved to hear them sing.

A series of unrelated shorts.

TRILOGY: He was silent, calculating, careful, methodical and patient, that was how he did things. Making her fall in love with him was no exception.

He's about to meet the daughter on whom he walked out almost seven years ago and he's more than a little surprised that she knows her daddy.

When the very last strips of paradise slip away, she opens her eyes to find his gaze boring into hers. She stares back, back into the grey eyes that aren't his and runs her hands through the blond hair that isn't his.

He was a Slytherin, after all and the survival of his own was what he held as his highest priority. He'd take a Halfblood over nothing at all.