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She who walks in Darkness	By : SheWalksInDarkness Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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‘Magical Beasts and where to find them’ would have to wait however.
The next morning Thea was woken by a loud knocking on her door, voices and laughter could be heard from the entrance hall below. Rolling over, the scent of something sweet and floral hit her. She opened her eyes to find a single cream rose, tipped with a soft pink blush, laying on the pillow next to her. There was no message attached aside from a small thick parchment tag with the letter D inscribed on it in deep black ink.
Smiling to herself she got out of bed and went over to the closet to pull out something to wear. Maybe there was hope for her and Draco yet.
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As she stepped down the double staircase she caught the sight of three extra faces in the entrance hall below. Blaise Zabini, a boy in her year group who she’d never been particularly close with but who hadn’t bullied her either, stood smiling and clapping Draco on the back in greeting. The two people behind him had to be his parents, the combination of his high cheekbones, warm olive skin and ebony hair shared between them. They were all chatting animatedly, the two fathers shaking hands whilst the women kissed in greeting but stopped when they caught sight of her, instead the Zabini’s turning all their attention to her in a wave of noise!
“Ah! Mia tesora! You are so beautiful my child” shrieked the woman, grasping Thea’s arms and pulling her into a suffocating embrace.
“You will have to forgive my wife my dear”, chucked the older man, “much like the Malfoy’s here we have been waiting for your return for the majority of your life. I am your other Godfather, you may call me Alonzo, I was very close with your parents. This is my beautiful wife Elenora and my son, Blaise. If I understand Lucius correctly then you will know my son from school, even if we do not know your original identity. I will not push you to tell me my child but I beg of you to forgive myself and my family should we have caused you grief or pain in your former existence, I am aware of the circumstances in which you were raised.”
“I know Alonzo” Thea smiled, “there is nothing to forgive, I have spoken with my father and I am aware of the circumstances in which you were all forced to enter his service.”
The adults all turned to look at each other with surprise and consternation. On the one hand, she had clearly identified her father and understood the extent of his deeds but yet she wasn’t running, she had stayed and listened which had to be a positive thing. As well it was an indication that he was softening, something they had all suspected for a long time, that he was feeling regret and returning to his former self, their friend instead of their leader. This thought filled each of them with hope and softened their hearts towards him a little, recognising his humanity within the monster he had become.
Blaise stepped forward and gathered Thea into a warm hug, his dark eyes twinkling with laughter. Over his shoulder she caught sight of Draco’s face, an unfathomable wave of pain and anger crossing it before it set in an emotionless mask.
“Maybe now you’re here they’ll all stop talking about you! I’d almost think they preferred you to Draco and I, their own children!” Blaise faux pouted, holding her at arm’s length to get a look at her fully.
“Well you know we all wanted a daughter!” Elenora’s musical voice filled the room as the others chuckled on the outrage plastered across Blaise and Draco’s faces.
“Speaking of daughters, we three girls have a spa day booked up next week before our ‘special event’, I want the four of you men out of the house, I don’t want to listen to you whining whilst I’m trying to relax” Cissa looked pointedly between them, Thea chuckling a little at the outrage that now covered the faces of all the men.
“Whining? Us?!”, “Don’t know what you’re talking about woman!”, “Mum!”, “How could they even say that!” a cacophony of noise echoed around the hall as the men protested such an accusation.
“Tssk!” hissed Cissa, “Now you three run along and get acquainted, the four of us need to take a tea break away from all this excitement!”
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The next few days passed animatedly, Blaise had a wicked sense of humour and was constantly pushing Draco and Thea to do different things. They had been flying, the men laughing at Thea’s point blank refusal to get on a broom and insisting on walking, a ridiculous looking feat following as she stomped off holding a picnic basket whilst the two fully grown men trailed behind her on their brooms, only a few feet off the floor and nudging her with the handle to provoke her to get on, only stopping when she spun around with her wand raised and threatened to hex them. Draco had chuckled to himself at this point, she was sexy when she was angry, exactly as predicted! He couldn’t believe she was scared of flying, she was so intelligent, she knew there were all sorts of charms to protect herself and yet she still wouldn’t get on a broom. He had hummed to himself, trying to think back over which muggle born girls hadn’t flown at school, after all they’d been taught together back in first year and it had to be said some were terrible, Granger for instance couldn’t even get the broom off the ground!
At Thea’s insistence they had entered muggle London to trawl round the markets, looking at little trinkets and pictures, the boys scowling when their occupants had refused to move, giving them sneaky jabs of their wand to see if it would make a difference. Draco had insisted on going back to Hogsmeade in the end to sit in The Three Broomsticks, citing he needed some Wizard interaction before he forgot magic completely. Over their butterbeers Thea thought she got the sight of a red haired freckled face and her hopes began to rise. Absent or not, they had been her best friends. But looking again the face had gone and so sighing, she had cast the thought out of her mind.
Swimming had become a daily activity as had sitting by the fire in the library at the end of the day, chatting and recalling past exploits in Blaise’s case, the other two howling in laughter as he had ruefully told them of the time he’d fallen asleep after the conquest of Daphne Greengrass and had woken to find she’d fashioned his pubic hair into a heart shape and charmed it pink ‘so it would look prettier’.
Thea was surprised at how relaxed the boys were, they were nothing like the stuck up, spoilt and pretentious people she had expected. Instead they were fun, caring and deeply loyal, a strong bond having formed between the three of them with Blaise throwing his arm around her shoulders one night (admittedly after a small amount of illicit firewhiskey!) and swearing to protect her as a sister. Thea couldn’t help notice the look that crossed Draco’s face at these word, one of horror and perhaps shame?
Nothing more had happened between her and Draco really, there hadn’t been a chance as neither had been left alone for more than a few minutes at a time!
Admittedly every morning another rose materialised on her pillow next to her and he was constantly attentive and gentlemanly. He kept allowing his fingers to brush against hers at all opportunities, letting her revel in the electricity that seemed to shoot through her each time they made contact. She had recognised now she felt better when he was near her, the aching in her muscles dissipating as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders, she just didn’t know why.
On the third night following the Zabini’s arrival Thea awoke to the sound of a tapping on the window, a large eagle owl outside, Draco’s she thought, a roll of parchment attached to its leg. Crossing the room to let it in she took the parchment as the owl settled on her desk. On it was written only one sentence:
Do you trust me?
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