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A/N:
I
hope you read the cookie I left for you; it will help you understand
the conversation between Draco and Dumbledore.

Chapter
15 – Orders

It
was no surprise when the following day, Hermione woke up first and
nudged Draco up with an incomprehensible murmur quickly followed by a
stifled yawn.

“What?”
he asked

“You’re
still wearing them”

“Wearing
what?”

“Your
gloves, silly”

“Well,
I’m still wearing everything else too”

“Why
didn’t you change?”

“Maybe,
because a certain witch, fell asleep in my arms”

“You’re
a wizard, Draco, you could have transfigured your clothes, or better
yet, vanish them” she winked at him, “And I don’t
remember doing that myself, so it was probably you” she
continued, looking at the pyjamas she now portrayed.

It
was too late when Draco noticed the devious look she sent his way
before she whispered “only fair that I return the favour”
and vanished his
clothes.

He
could feel the needles running through his chest and was sure she had
seen them by the time Draco reached his wand, cursing a million times
how apt she was with wandless magic. It didn’t help that he was
not quick enough to conjure his clothes back and when he did, she
tore open his shirt.

“Draco,
what is that?!”

“What
is what, kitten, I’m simply not in the mood today” he
said closing his shirt off and pushing her away; “but maybe a
couple of kisses could convince me” he said trying to close the
gap to her lips.

“Draco,
don’t play with me and don’t try to cover them up, what
is that?!” she shrieked vanishing his shirt again.

Draco
could feel them moving through him still, he had gotten accustomed to
them and it was nothing compared to having to see her each time she
suffered another burst of magic.

“You
have worms crawling up your skin!” he heard her scream, and
thought “worms” was an interesting way to call them
“Draco, you need to get them out! Have you talked with Madam
Pomfrey about this, here, let me try-”

“No,
wait! Hermione stop!” he said, but it was too late, she had
already tried to accio one of them making them all explode and grow
more needles around each of them, jumping out of his skin and diving
back in; as if they were using his skin as a pool, trying to scurry
their way back inside his muscles causing the blood to splash out of
the wounds and making him hiss in pain.

Hermione,
jumped back, horrified by what she had seen; and Draco tried to go to
her to calm her before she started another spurt.

“Wait!
I’m fine, Hermione; I swear!”

“You’re
obviously Not fine, Draco, what are those things?! You have to go to
the infirmary; I should have known better than to try something like
that, I’m so sorry!”

“You
need to calm down, ok, I’ll go to the infirmary, and I’ll
explain everything to you, but you need to-” it was too late,
he saw her recoil in pain and clutch her stomach as she tried to hide
her pain. He was kneeling beside her in a second. They were too far
away from the infirmary and he didn’t think she could take such
a long trip, he took his wand and sent word of their location, hoping
they would arrive soon and wishing he knew how to apply any of the
painkillers or whatever it was they applied in her shots.

She
was breathing hard and he was feeling more helpless than ever so he
started whispering things that he didn’t really believe were
possible like “everything is going to be ok” and “just,
please, calm down” and “it’s all going to be
alright”.

When
unsurprisingly, none of it worked, he pulled open her shirt to see
her abdomen and saw the same sparks he’d seen not long ago in
the infirmary but in different shades; he placed a hand on top and
like the first time, started to feel some of the rays the twins were
emitting; somewhere in the back of his head he realised she had lied
in the infirmary; because some of the rays he felt were filled with
sorrow, fear, and anger. He thought that all of them were fitting
after what their mother had witnessed; maybe that’s how they
started, he wasn’t sure, he didn’t know how to make them
stop either, so he started with his monologue again, he tried
soothing motions around her stomach and tried whispering at them to
calm, tried explaining why they shouldn’t do what they were
doing, and how daddy was going to give them everything they wanted
when they were born, if only they stopped because what they were
doing was hurting mommy, and how mommy loved them oh so very much,
and how he suspected she loved them more than him, and that he
understood because that’s how she was, and that he never
expected anything else...

Sometime
in the middle of his monologue he heard Hermione give a bark of a
laugh in the middle of an intake of breath and raised his head to
find her smiling between shudders, so he continued telling them how
beautiful he thought she was, holding her stare through the corner of
his eyes; and how they were going to love her when they saw her, and
how they needed to calm down to do that, because she would be worth
every second of it.

It
was then that he felt it, a small spark that jumped through him and
made him smile and plant lots of kisses in her tummy, stopping only
to thank them over and over again until he heard her laugh and lifted
himself up to kiss those beautiful lips he so adored, and stopped
only when he heard a voice he knew all too well.

“Now,
that’s a sight I never thought I’d see...”

“Quiet,
Mr. Weasley, and fetch me that chair, we need to administer the
samples before the sparks are gone or they won’t have any
effect” said Madam Pomfrey as she pulled out a needle that she
injected in Hermione’s hand and then attached it to a tube
linked to a pot in which she poured some vials mixed with a purplish
potion.

“What
is it?” Draco asked

“Proffessor
Snape mixed some salves to accelerate the healing process and enhance
the effect of the muggle drugs but they have to be applied
immediately, or just the drugs will have effect. You did a good job
Mr. Malfoy”

Draco
didn’t answer but asked to keep a stack of the vials and the
potion, just in case. He’d make sure he learned how to
administer them later.

“It’s
sad Harry missed such a romantic display, Ferret, but rest assured,
I’ll get him a pensieve of it for his birthday, it’s
getting close, you know...” whispered Weasley while he rested
on the wall paying close attention to the nurse work.

“Shut
it, weaselbee, I know how you feel having to be away from pothead for
so long, but don’t take it out on me” Draco knew, Potter
chose not to come close to Hermione until she recovered all self
control, he knew too, that the sodding boy who lived didn’t do
it for self preservation, it was more to make things as easy for
Hermione as possible, and he was thankful for that.

It
was Potter too, who would always restrain Weasley from making a scene
each time Draco was the cause of any burst of magic that would take
Hermione to the infirmary.

He
also knew very well, how much Weasley’s hate for him had
escalated now that he was the cause of his best friend’s
probable death.

“I
wouldn’t be playing cocky if I were you, Malfoy; Harry isn’t
here to hold me back now.”

“No,
he’s not, Weasel, but you care too much for her to risk it now
too.”

“Quit
whispering you too, and get me that salve over there”
interrupted Madame Pomfrey.

Ron,
went to retrieve the salve and as he came back he threw Draco his
shirt, still bathed in blood and whispered so only he could hear;
“Cover your little pets, Malfoy, they’re starting to make
me sick, no wonder how you made her sick
too”

Draco
glared at him, but knew better than not to comply. By the time
Hermione recovered, he had all his clothes on; including the gloves
Hermione disliked so much.

Ron
approached her bed first, knowing all too well that Draco wouldn’t
get close until he left, Draco knew, that unlike Harry and Hermione,
no one had had to explain what the twins meant for Hermione, the news
alone had made him forget any kind of rivalry or grudge he might have
felt at some point towards his best friend, but it had also meant
that all the hatred he once had hold against Draco had tripled and
Draco didn’t blame him.

Everyone
now knew of Hermione’s state, it had been impossible to deny
all the gossips with the now prominent belly she sported, they all
thought it was Potter’s, some of the Slytherins knew better, as
they had been warned by their parents not to cross the Mudblood or
get acquainted with the young and irresponsible Malfoy, the rest of
his house thought he was trying to mend his errors by ridding the
Mudblood of her spawns, none of them cared, but none of them crossed
him either, they knew better than to get in his way; he might have
lost his impeccable reputation of a death eater to be, but he was
still a threatening force to behold, at least while he was alive and
they were just biding their time.

Draco
was reflecting about all of these when he saw Dumbledore enter the
room followed closely by Harry and Snape, they both approached
Hermione while Snape talked with Madame Pomfrey. Draco took this
opportunity to ask a favour from his godfather.

His
mentor had just accepted to tutor him when Dumbledore interrupted
them asking to have a word with Draco, earning a not too discreet
glare from his godfather and a crestfallen sigh from the girl lying
in bed that made his heart quicken just a bit. Then she remembered:

“Oh
professor, there’s something you have to see, Draco was cursed,
or well we don’t really know, maybe it would be better if
Madame Pomfrey saw him first, I tried to help him but I think I only
made it worse, sir. I really think someone should tend to him”
Hermione finished with a scarlet face.

“As
a matter of fact kitten – Draco intervened – I was just
about to tell Du- the headmaster here, about it before you decided to
make it public, I’m sure he’ll be able to help me. I’ll
be right back.”

“Why
the hurry, take your time” he heard Weasley whisper before he
left the crowded room behind Dumbledore. One of the needles twitched
on his back as if retorting.

*

When
they reached the headmaster’s office he invited him to take a
seat while he did the same, he pulled out the book he had been
reading when he arrived, and gave it to him; Draco didn’t need
a second glance to know it was about the Telum Curse.

“It
was the book that inspired your task, Mr Malfoy”

“Could
it be the diary of Marckenthar, perhaps?” Draco asked
remembering it being mentioned in one of the books he had read from
his father.

“As
a matter of fact it’s about the Diary of Geezah, by far a
better sorcerer than her father, she accomplished what her father
only dreamed of and what I hoped our dear Hermione managed as well,
as usual; she excelled my expectations”

“Until
I came around and ruined it all, I think the Dark Lord beat you in
giving me this speech, Sir”

“Actually,
I think her children took her way further than I could have ever
hoped”

Draco
glared at him; “And they might not stop until they take her to
the graveyard” he retorted, angrier than he would have ever
admitted.

“Temper,
Mr Malfoy” Dumbledore said, piercing him with a look that
lacked any of the warmth he saved for Potter, and that reminded Draco
whose fault it all was.

“You
were asked to rid Hermione of the babies, is that correct?”
continued Dumbledore.

“Yes”
answered Draco through closed teeth

“You’ve
been wondering who to ask for help, if the children survive”

“If
you are about to ask yet another assignment from me, please, refrain
from making it look as if you were doing me a favour”

“But
I will be doing you a favour, Mr Malfoy, don’t forget I don’t
need to give you anything in return, you gave me your word on blood”

“Cut
to the chase”

“If
they do indeed survive, I’ll see to it that they are kept safe”

“Hermione
wants them to be with her parents”

“They
will be under protection too”

“Who,
then?”

“It
will be better if that information is not shared”

“You
know I wouldn’t be able to share it if I wanted to”
placing a fist on top of the table.

“The
Weasleys”

“Figures”
Draco said cracking his knuckles “what do I have to do”
he asked, glaring at the fire.

“Not
much, you will just pretend to have done your task”

“Where
will you keep her until it’s time?”

“She’s
already taken care of that, she wants you to be her secret keeper. I
think it would be on both your best interest to convince her of
giving Mr Weasley that task”

“And
have history repeat its self; No thanks”

“Don’t
be fool enough to compare them; Mr Malfoy, you may take that book
with you” Dumbledore said in a final tone, dismissing him from
his office.

Draco
stopped at the door and asked without turning back; “If she
survives, would you fake her death too?”

“No,
you will need her to get back into Voldemort’s good graces.”

He
threw the door of the headmaster’s office forcefully behind him
and still heard it click softly in place when he reached the
gargoyles.

**//**//**//**//**

A/N:
This chapter was written a long time ago, right before I departed on
an intership abroad and left my laptop behind. My wonderful beta went
through it but by the time she sent it back I was already far from
home. The good news is that I have already written around 800 words
of chapter 16, the bad news is that they are still the same words
that were written before I left. Meaning I’m afraid that at
some point of it you’ll feel as if the reading is forced. I
hope it doesn’t happen but I haven’t written anything in
5 months, I’ll try to let it flow and enjoy it so maybe you
guys will enjoy it too.

My
deepest apologies for all those that felt this story had died.

Di.

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