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Dramione mistaken identity turned marriage story "Call Me Psyche" updated to Chapter 26

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“He’s out there alone,” Hermione went on. “After months of following him all over the country, watching over his tent while he slept – Harry has wound up alone.”

Draco perched his chin on her shoulder. “I don’t know if it helps for you to think of it this way, but if he’s gone to meet Voldemort, he won’t be alone. Voldemort never meets anyone alone. It’s meant to be a show of his strength and support. But it’s really a show of his fear. And there's nothing he's more afraid of than Potter.”

She sighed and let her head sink back against Draco's.

“My parents will be with him,” Draco went on. “My mother will be there, with your wand in her hand.”

Hermione hummed. “Will that help Harry?”

There was a pause as Draco considered it. “I can’t say. But I know it won’t hurt him.”

“What if Voldemort figures out you’re master of the Elder wand, like we did?” she said, finding Draco’s hand and flattening her palm against his, studying the differences between his long, white fingers and hers. "I'm not sure the Triad wands will hold back a direct attack from the Elder wand."

“Andromeda did say the wands could defy, but not defeat the Deathstick,” he said.

“Don’t call it that,” she said, turning to face him, pushing him onto his back on the cushions and lying on his chest. In spite of the wind, he was warm, his heart beating steadily against her ear. “We need to think of some other way to keep you safe if he comes. If he isn't able to kill Harry yet because you're alive and you have the Elder wand's allegiance, he won’t hesitate to have you killed some other way.”

Draco plunged his hand into her hair, nestling her closer. It was true, but what could he do short of running and hiding? No, there was nothing for him to do but lie here and savour holding her for what might be the last time. It didn’t feel like the last time, but who can ever know something like that?

All at once, she propped herself up to look at his face. "Would your parents defy him if he attacked you?"

Draco sighed again, his voice in it, a miserable sound. "My mother might. My father – no."

His sadness, well-hidden up until now, was unbearable to her. She climbed up his torso so their faces were level, her lips hovering over his, almost touching.

“This is not helping me think of a way to defeat the Elder wand,” Draco warned. But it was not a complaint, and his hands found the warm smoothness of her waist inside her jumper.

“Let’s take just a moment,” she said, brushing her mouth against his. “Just one moment to be Cupid and Psyche again...”

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"Call Me Psyche" Dramione story updated to Chapter 18

by diamonddaydream

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Over the noise, Draco kept his hold on Hermione’s hand, the lights reflecting in his eyes. He looked too satisfied with everything, too pleasantly surprised that the garden had made such a lovely and peaceful impromptu chapel, too pleased with the sweet decorum of their wedding kiss, too happy to take his place in this tableau of family contentment.

Hermione was not yet satisfied. She tugged her ring-less hand free, blinking at him, knowing the fairy lights were gleaming off her own eyes too, impish. She was only half-married. And keen to chase down the rest. She had decided where she would be sleeping tonight.

“Well then,” she said, dusting her hands off. “Now the formalities are over, I’m off to Grimmauld to watch the tapestry until my face appears on it.”

Draco took her arm, trying to return to the tenderness of the ceremony. “There’s no need to run off.”

“No need to stay either. Is there?” she said, as if daring him to suggest something. “See you later, darling.”

“Nonsense,” he said. “If you must leave, I’ll see you back to Shell Cottage. I can go to Grimmauld myself to check on the tapestry in the morning.”

She shook her head, doffing the crown of flowers and setting it into Tonks’s bright pink hair, taking a flute of champagne from her. “After all this fuss? Oh, no. You will not be going without me,” Hermione said, trying to throw the champagne down her throat and ending up in a coughing fit.

Draco waved away the glass Remus was offering him and patted Hermione on the back. “Honestly, there’s no rush,” he was saying. “Why are you like this?”

“Like what? Driven? Exacting?” she croaked, finding her breath again. “I thought you knew that about me. Now, I’m off to Floo to Grimmauld.”

Draco was tripping after her as she marched toward the kitchen door. “Granger, you can’t Floo to Grimmauld. The network in and out of there will be monitored. You know that. You’re the one who told me that, for stars’ sake. And you still can’t apparate there without a wand.”

She spun around to face him. “Then take responsibility for me, like you promised to just now, and apparate me there yourself.”

He stood in front of her, gaping. “You want to go together? To Grimmauld Place? Tonight?”

She may have stamped her foot. “Yes. Take me there yourself, Draco Malfoy, or I’ll find someone else – “

“Fine,” he said.

Behind his back Tonks held both of her thumbs up, nodding at Hermione. Andromeda laughed quietly behind one delicately raised hand, and Kingsley and Remus talked to Teddy, pretending to notice none of it.

Draco turned to face Tonks. “Are you coming with us?” he asked.

Tonks shook her head, taking the baby from Remus. “Oh, no. It’s not possible. Teddy is up all hours. You know that, Draco. And look at Remus. He’s clearly exhausted. I can’t leave him on nightshift with our little cub all alone. Isn’t that right, Remus?”

“What? Oh, yes,” Remus said, yawning rather theatrically. “Exhausted. All but dead to the world.”

“Go on, my darlings,” Andromeda said. “And here, take Auntie’s concealing wand to keep each other safely hidden on this dangerous night. I’ll take Cissa’s wand in its place. And you’ll need to keep Bella’s with you so you’ll know for certain it’s working before you come back.”

Hermione had taken Draco’s arm and was dragging him into a clear spot for apparition. He was looking over his shoulder, clearly overwhelmed now, silently entreating his family for help, Andromeda’s wand gripped tight in his hand. His eyes darted everywhere, coming to rest on his half-wife’s legs, smooth and brown beneath her short red skirt.

A groan tore from his throat as he made one last protest. “But it might take all night – “

“So then you’d better get going,” Andromeda finished for him.

It made no sense, but it couldn’t be argued anymore, not with everyone in the garden on their feet and calling farewells to them. Even Kingsley had joined in.

His arm linked through Hermione’s, there was nothing for Draco to do but turn on the spot and vanish. In the in-between space of apparation, he could have sworn he heard his witch cackling.

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"Call Me Psyche" Dramione Re-telling of Deathly Hallows Updated to Chapter 17

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“Draco wait,” Hermione was saying, leaning back to slow his aimless retreat. “You restored the Black family tapestry so Tonks and Remus are on it, and now they can both use Bellatrix's wand.”

He stopped but didn’t turn to face her, staring out toward the sea, west of the cottage, his shoulders heaving. “Yes.”

She slid her hand out of his grip, pressing her fingers against her temples as if it helped her think. “So if my image were added to the tapestry too, then – “

“Yes, but – “

She dropped her hands for her head, letting her palms slap hard against her thighs. “I need to marry you.”

Draco’s chin fell to his chest, his breath leaving him in a huff.

She took a step toward him. “Think about it – “

He cut her off with a loud, pained laugh. “Oh, I’ve been thinking about it.”

She was circling him, trying to get him to look at her. “If I have the full use of that wand, then – “

“That’s it?” he said, interrupting again, whirling ‘round to face her. “That’s how you want to do this? That’s why you’d want to do this?”

She grabbed at his wrists, stepping close so he’d look at her instead of the sand at their feet. “I know it’s the wrong time, and your parents would definitely say I’m the wrong person, but – “

He staggered backward on the shifting ground, but she held tight to his wrists. “You haven’t even let me ask you – “ he began.

“Draco, think rationally – “

He scoffed again. “Think rationally? About you? When have I ever?”

He twisted out of her hold, his back to her again. “I am in love with you, Hermione Granger,” he said, almost shouting as he faced the sea. They could hear it washing against the grit of the beach, somewhere in the darkness. “I am completely, utterly in love with you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, even this – this awful risking of our future with a sham marriage – “

Her voice was rising now too. “Sham?”

“Yes. And it – “

These were the only words Draco managed to say before he doubled over where he stood.

“Draco?” Hermione said, rushing forward to lay a hand on his back.

He couldn’t speak, his left hand contorted into a claw. His right hand was clamped over his forearm, as if fighting to hold it back from tearing itself clean away. Teeth gritted, his face was pallid, slicked with cold sweat, his eyes wild. Hermione’s first thought was that he looked like Harry had when he’d been bitten by Voldemort’s snake.

“No,” he was saying. “No.”

Hermione’s eyes widened. “The Mark?” she asked, a chill running through her, icy sharp, like needles pricking at her flesh.

Draco’s head thrashed in something like a nod. “He’s calling.”

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Dramione Mistaken Identity Turned Marriage Story "Call Me Psyche" is Updated to Chapter 19

by diamonndaydream

Honeymoon in Grimmauld Place

Draco took Hermione's hand to lead her into the ransacked front hall of 12 Grimmauld Place. Glass from the smashed transom window was strewn all over the front step and across the floorboards inside. In her thin-soled, delicate wedding shoes, Hermione slipped on a shard as it cracked beneath her feet.

Draco hissed and lunged to steady her against himself. Both her arms were around his neck as she examined the floor beneath them, looking for better footing in the dimness.

“I’m alright,” she said. “Trust me, I’ve had worse going than this.”

Draco knew it must be true, and it raised an ache in his chest. This beautiful, astonishing creature – she was right when she told him months ago that he was easily seduced. She had yet to do anything especially provocative, but it didn’t matter when he found everything between them provocative.

“Leave it,” he said, heaving a sigh and sweeping her into his arms, carrying her over the glass. She bit back a squeal as he made a swift turn sideways to march them into the house. “There,” he said. “You’ve managed to get yourself full-bridal carried over a threshold on your half-wedding day. Very clever.”

She was laughing into his neck. “I promise you, I didn’t plan it this way,” she said. “But it is rather perfect of you.”

He answered with another sigh, his breath shaky with the shiver she’d been raising speaking so close to his throat. Here he was, setting her back on her feet in front of the Black Family Tapestry when what he wanted was to whisk her up the stairs to the bedroom he’d tidied the last time he was here, as if something deep inside him knew then that coming back here with her was his destiny.

No, that was randy foolishness. But it was difficult to resist when he was newly married, unchaperoned, wearing a revealingly wet shirt, and had just untucked his hand from the bend of unthinkably soft skin at the back of his bride’s knee. He was trying to remember how important it had been to him that they leave this marriage unconsummated for a while – a little while, maybe a very very little while.

He gave his head a hard shake and set about lighting a single flame in a sconce on the wall...

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"Call Me Psyche" Dramione Deathly Hallows Retelling Updated to Chapter 13

by Diamonddaydream

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Draco scoffed. “What? You think I came here looking for Potter so I could try to get my wand back?”

“Well didn’t you?” Ron said, the sentence rising into a shout, his feet managing to lunge toward Draco before Bill caught his arm.

“Of course I cannot have my wand back,” Draco said, speaking loudly and slowly, as if to a very naughty child. “I'm not an idiot. If I return home with the same wand everyone saw Potter take from me in our drawing room, they’d know I’ve found the lot of you. They’d torture me until I lead them to you. My parents wouldn't be able to stop them, and they'd make me give you all up, including her.” He waved his arm toward the upper floor. “And she is what I came for. Not the wand. Not any of you. Just her.”

At the sound of raised voices, Hermione and Fleur had rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Ron watched Hermione’s face as she stood behind Draco, listening. She had an expression Ron recognized, one he had glimpsed only a few times when she looked at him that way. Now that it was too late, he knew exactly what the look meant.

She was in love, but now it was with Draco Malfoy.

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Multi-chapter "Call Me Psyche" Dramione Mistaken Identity/Marriage Story is Complete

by diamonddaydream

Summary: Draco Malfoy leaves home every night while Death Eaters, werewolves, and snakes overrun his house. He ends up in the middle of nowhere with a woman who won't show her face. He calls her Psyche and though she's heartbroken over someone else, and keeping an immense secret, he doesn't care as long as they're together. Deathly Hallows retold as a Dramione story. HEA.

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"Call Me Psyche" Dramione story updated to Chapter 14

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Draco swore, lying back in his bunk below Harry's in the front room of Shell Cottage. “I am not discussing this with you, Weasley. Go to sleep.”

“I will not,” Ron said. “But yeah, there’s not much point talking to you since you’ll be back in your manor for good by lunchtime tomorrow.”

“Yeah? And then what?” Draco said. “You think Granger will go back to you?”

Dean rolled over in his bunk, determined to derail the duel he was afraid was coming. “Look, pipe down,” he said. “It doesn’t need to be like this. Harry and I snogged the same girl and you’ve never seen us at each other’s throats. Right, Harry?”

"And you can shut up about that too!" Ron barked at Dean over Harry’s reluctant muttering.

But the floodgates of Draco's temper had been blasted open, and he was just as mean in that moment as he was at age thirteen. “But Weasley and I haven't snogged the same girl, have we,” he said. “The one time Granger pecked him on the cheek he just stood there gaping, wrapped up in his own problems, cold and stupid as a lobalug, selfish enough to let her walk away without so much as a smile.”

Ron choked. “And who was tormenting me about quidditch badly enough that I was all but catatonic that morning?”

“Oh no,” Draco said. “You are not blaming that on me. For years, she tried EVERYTHING with you and you let her down, over and over. Ask Potter. Anyone could see it. Humiliating her like that…"

Ron was blustering. "Like you can talk after all you've done to her."

"True enough," Draco agreed somewhat ferociously. "For a thousand reasons, no one deserves her less than I do. But even right after I was accosted by a werewolf, I knew enough to jump at the chance to kiss Hermione Granger back."

"She did not kiss you first, you filthy, lying – " Ron choked out the words as he hurled himself out of bed. In the dark, he landed hard on the little table made of driftwood in the centre of the rug and the whole thing collapsed into sandy splinters. He sprung out of the wreckage and threw himself at Draco, tumbling into the bottom bunk, upsetting Harry’s bed above them and sending him plummeting to the floor.

There was scuffling and grunting as Ron and Draco tried to fight without getting caught by the sleepers upstairs. But Dean and Harry were soon shouting, calling for them to stop it. Dean had found a pencil on the floor, mistaken it in the dark for a dropped wand, and was ordering it to light up. He stopped abruptly when the room was suddenly awash with a crackling, flashing blue glare...

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Dramione mistaken identity turned marriage story "Call Me Psyche" is updated to its second-last chapter.

by diamonddaydream

Excerpt:

With quiet tears on her face, Hermione clung to Draco’s hand with both of hers. His heart was drumming, mind racing, eyes flicking over the mob that had invaded the courtyard with the Dark Lord, looking for his parents.

They were more haggard than he had ever seen them but alive, at the front of the mob near Hagrid and Potter's limp body. Draco spotted them just as Hermione broke from her stupor of grief and pulled the hood of Draco’s robe over his too-conspicuous hair, hiding him.

But Narcissa had already seen him. Draco saw recognition flash across her face. She took Lucius’s by the elbow and squeezed it, almost a pinch, a nod passing between them. Her eyes narrowed as she peered through the distance at Draco.

They were scheming something.

No. What were they going to do? Had the Dark Lord figured out Draco was master of the Elder wand? Were they going to turn him in to save themselves? They’d already lost him to Hermione. They knew that. Now that he had made his choice, what would theirs be?

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