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Rocket Collecting	By : gothicphoenix Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 1798 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-My Immortal
- 2-It is a She
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A/N: I have wandered and I have feared the truth of my own demise. I have possessed the strength and there is my truth. I am a story teller. No matter the pains or the writings, I have labored. Hope that my attention does not wane for I love the story. A mistress to the muse.*Lastly, I do not own Harry Potter. I make no money from this story.*

She wandered down to the cold rocky cliffs lining the coast, staring out at the ocean. She wondered how it had happened so fast, life had a way of forgetting you were living it and just washed one along, crushing bodies on the rocks and grinding them into the smooth sand between the jutting boulders. She felt like she was another ivory body washed up on shore, barely in one piece, barely breathing. She took a deep steadying injection of salty air and exhaled. Her fists clamped tightly in her deep coat pockets. She slowly brought her shaking hands up to her blonde hair, smoothing it back from her face as she slowly closed her bewitching silver eyes. She opened them once more and turned, staring out over the planes and dips of all Europe. Her father loved her and would forgive her.

~~~!!!~~~

She woke up screaming. Her once soft, straw straight crimson hair a snarl of tangles as she clawed at her face. The lights went on around her in a blaze of warmth as her mother hurried in, gathering her darling girl in her arms. She murmured soothing words to try and calm her, her voice couldn’t drown out the woman’s screams. She looked up as Ron appeared in the doorway, staring down on his mother and sister.

“I can take her back to my place for a while. You’ll be missing the train,” Ron offered, slowly Molly pulled away from the still hysterical woman. He came forward and hugged his mother tightly.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” Molly breathed, smoothing Ron’s hair back from his face.

“I’m sure, I couldn’t stand attending another funeral,” he breathed.

“Goodbye luv,” Molly kissed the top of her only daughter’s head and turned to the door.

“What do you want me to tell Luna’s father?” She asked before leaving.

“Tell him that she was a wonderful person and...and I’m going to miss her,” Ron answered, Molly nodded before disappearing down the stairs where her bags waited by the door. Arthur was already out in the car waiting for her. Ron slowly turned back to Ginny and slowly sat down next to her.

“Bring him back...please,” Ginny’s voice was barely a wisp, Ron slowly pulled her to him.

“I wish I could, how I wish I could,” Ron murmured, tightly wrapping his arms around her, looking past her to the darkness peaking in through her window.

~~~!!!~~~

Hermione walked down the echoing hallway, her heels smartly snapping against the ancient stone. She stopped before the door and counted to five before opening it and walking in. She looked around the rolling assemblage of witches, wizards, centaurs, vampires, werewolves, veela and many other magical creatures. This had been their dream, this moment their crowning achievement. Everything had finally come together and they were actually here. She couldn’t keep the grin from her face as she took her place beside Harry, he smiled down on her before returning his attention back to the Wizengamot. It was strange to see all these beings actually in the same room.

“Well, now that we have everyone in attendance, let us begin the talks,” one of the wizards spoke up, gesturing for the first representative to come forth. It would be a long procession, full of proposals but a start it was.

“For the Vampire representative, Draco Malfoy,” one of the proceeding Aurors announced. Hermione and Harry instantly stood as the platinum blonde slowly walked down to the center platform.

“What the hell?” Harry looked to his best friend who was just as shocked as he was.

“I want to tell you all a story about a woman I once knew. She was strong, powerful. Some might have called her...eccentric. Others would have proclaimed her the greatest mind in all history. She certainly changed my life...let me tell you of Luna Lovegood,” Draco leveled his ice blue eyes on Hermione before looking back to the Wizengamot.

~~~!!!~~~

Ten Years Previously...

Draco stood at the corner of Vine and Misery, rubbing his hands together to conjure up some much needed warmth. He glanced around at the passing muggle crowds. He hated muggles, hated being among them. Hated their ignorance and their primitive minds. Hated their lack of culture and especially how NOT special they really are. They were cattle, dumb and unaware. His eyes lighted finally on a man hurrying towards him with a cardboard box in his arms. He spotted Draco and near ran towards him.

“Here sire,” he shoved the box at Draco and sprinted off. Draco looked down on the open box on the velvet blanket inside, scratches against the cardboard, growls and hisses as Draco tried to level the box in his arms without dropping it. He grinned as a small furry head popped up out of the dark velvet blanket she was wrapped in.

“I think I’ll name you Velvet,” he told the small creature who let out a pathetic cry. “It’s alright little one, I won’t harm you,” he murmured as he turned down a dark alley to apparate back to his manor.

“Draco! What is that thing?” His mother exclaimed as he walked past her parlor. She hurried towards the box and peered in, Velvet’s face peered up at her.

“Her name is Velvet, she’s stuck between forms right now because she’s so young but she’s a weremanx,” he answered, Narcissa blinked up at him, confused.

“What is a...weremanx?” She asked.

“They’re like a werewolf only different obviously. Manx cats are cats with a stubby tail. Velvet is a weremanx, very rare,” he told her before turning and heading up to his room.

“How old is your little pet?” Narcissa followed him, fascinated.

“Probably a year old at best. I didn’t get much out of the seller,” he answered, tilting the box over onto his bed.

“She must have cost a fortune,” Narcissa murmured, stopping at his door as Velvet tumbled out and dug into his expensive coverlet with her razor like claws.

“Of course, she’s the only one like her. The ancient tribe of the Weremanxi were hunted down and killed in the 13th century. Only a smattering of them remain,” he distractedly recited as he hurried to get a little bowl of milk from the tray he had prepared just for her.

“I see, well, remember you have to go to the Ministry tomorrow with your father,” Narcissa turned to leave just as Velvet’s very human hazel eyes looked up at her.

“Yes, of course,” Draco murmured, running his hand down Velvet’s silk coat.

~~~!!~~~

Draco raised Velvet into a young girl, teaching her how to talk and live and think. Teaching her how to control her cat side and how to live with the uncontrollable changes during the full moon. He was enraptured by this enchanting girl and was delighted when her letter to Hogwarts arrived, never imagining she might be a witch on top of everything. It had been twelve years since the war, it was time to let his daughter go to school. Velvet Malfoy enrolled at Hogwarts and Draco fretted and worried the entire way to the station. Velvet had turned into a gorgeous raven haired girl with perfect curls and arresting green eyes.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Harry nodded to him as the entire Weasley family and entourage passed by, Velvet gripped his hand tightly, scared of all the bustle and sounds.

“Potter,” Draco nodded, looking down on the eldest young Potter who was standing next to his bright redheaded mother, looking scared but excited at the same time.

“I didn’t know you had children Draco,” Hermione spoke up next to Harry.

“I adopted Velvet when she was very young. Velvet, meet Harry Potter,” Draco gestured to the tall man, Velvet blinked up at him before smiling cutely.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Potter,” she held out her small hand to him. Harry smiled warmly down on her, shaking the offered hand before saying goodbye and leaving. Velvet looked back up to Draco.

“He looks familiar,” she told him seriously, Draco frowned, kneeling down to look into Velvet’s face.

“That’s because he’s famous. You know, the savior of the wizarding world and all that,” he told her, clasping her hands in his.

“I guess so, I should be going then,” she looked up at the train.

“Of course, I love you,” he kissed her forehead before letting her run up and onto the train.

~~~!!!~~~

The Present

“You might be wondering what my daughter has to do with Luna Lovegood. Well that is also a very long story. I met Luna when I was visiting a friend in Italy. Time passes very quickly when you’re happy and those eleven years raising Velvet were the happiest I’ve ever experienced. It was like I had turned 18 again when I sent her off to school. I didn’t feel 27 at all. I felt like I was beginning again. Luna was doing a survey there in the valley where the Delphi temple was. She caught my attention right off because she was so determined to find the truth in everything. She just wouldn’t stop, it was like watching a flame burn itself out in front of you,” Draco explained. “Well, Luna is the second reason why I’m speaking today, the first reason was because of my daughter, Velvet deserves the same rights as any other wizard or witch. She knows as much and she’s just as smart,” Draco cleared his throat and continued his story.

~~~!!!~~~

Six Months Previously

Luna walked nervously down to the docks, she twisted her fingers as movement ceased before her. A man stood up and looked towards her, a dark smile on his face. He nodded to her slowly in acknowledgement as she stopped a few paces from him, not trusting him for a second.

“What do you know?” She asked him, her voice hard.

“I know a lot, do you have what I ask for?” He asked her, she shook out her hair and reached into her pouch hanging from her belt, pulling out the synthetic blood and holding it up to the light.

“Tell me,” she snatched the blood out of the reflecting moonlight before the tall, dark man could grab it.

“Harry Potter took his child to Hagrid who gave her to a close friend who couldn’t raise a Weremanx who sold her to a Seller who in turn sold her to Draco Malfoy. Is that what you wanted to know?” He told her, holding out his pale hand for the bottle.

“Who’s the mother?” She asked, clutching the bottle close to her chest.

“That I don’t know and what I can’t find out, is impossible to know,” he told her, insistently shoving his hand further out. She finally gave up the bottle and hurried a few steps back.

“Oh, Ms. Lovegood, did you think I would just let you go?” The man smirked, casually walking towards her, she panicked and turned to run but the path was blocked by four other men. She took a breathe to scream but it came out in a choke as the first man clamped his fangs into her neck. He pulled back after nearly draining her dry.

“How I love the way a witch’s blood tastes,” he breathed into her ear before letting her fall to the ground then turned and disappeared into the night.

~~~!!~~~

Later that same night...

Draco paced Luna’s flat restlessly. She was late and she was never late. Finally the door opened just as the sun sunk below the horizon. Luna stumbled in and he caught her, she was shaking heavily, sweat coating her arms, hands and face as he near dragged her to her bedroom. He pulled off her dark sunglasses and gasped, her eyes were a blazing silver, she wiped the sweat from her face.

“I’m dying,” she croaked out, Draco blinked down on her, she wrapped her hand tightly around his arm. “You have to leave, now,” she told him, staring into his eyes.

“Did you find out what I asked you to find out?” He asked her.

“And damned me to hell for it,” she hissed, coughing blood into her hands.

“What happened?” He asked, dreading the answer.

“She’s Harry’s child. Just as we theorized. That’s all I could get out of him,” she told him, waving him off.

“They didn’t tell you how? Or who the mother...?” Draco trailed off, Luna went into convulsions, her throat issuing choking and gurgling sounds as blood poured from her crimson lips. She looked more alive than he ever remembered her in that instant. Her white face flushed a bright pink color, sweat standing out on her forehead. Slowly her struggles ceased...

“She woke up a vampire. I was the closest living thing so she attacked me, she didn’t know what she was doing and the guilt literally killed her. She couldn’t live with the thought that she had murdered one of her closest friends. And so now the entire Wizarding world knows that I am not human anymore, that I am a magical creature, I have no rights anymore. Luna deserves to have her work still recognized. You will not ignore her voice just like you will not ignore my Velvet’s,” Draco told them, looking around at all the people gathered there.

“Thank you Mr. Malfoy,” one of the wizards said quietly, dismissing Draco who returned to his seat. Everyone was shocked, stunned at this news. Draco avoided looking at Harry and Hermione. The meeting soon was over and everyone filed out. Hermione grabbed Draco’s arm, halting him just outside the room.

“Who do you think you are? Telling everyone...” Hermione trailed off, angry.

“Hermione, let it be. He has a right to tell about what happened,” Harry spoke up behind them.

“But you, you’re life,” Hermione turned to him.

“No, the world deserves to know some things. But nothing more. You want to know what happened so long ago, Malfoy? Well then you have to tell me a few things. What really happened when Luna woke up? And what did happen between you and Hermione?” Harry looked down to his best friend who straightened suddenly.

“Fair trade, I suppose,” Draco gestured for them to leave with him.

TBC
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