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A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy	By : AnasellaEmm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 75943 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: All Harry Potter related characters, places and themes belong to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury and Scholastic.
Quick note: I know some of you didn’t like the fact that I wrote in dialect for Oliver Wood a few chapters ago because JKR doesn’t write in dialect for him, but I like to use that literary device because it makes it easier for me to play out the scenes in my head. The thing with Oliver is that he is portrayed by a Scottish actor, so in the movie, he's Scottish, but his actual nationality is never mentioned in the books, so I like to pretend he's a Scot so I can give him the sexy accent :). Ok, so enough of that. Thank you all for the kind reviews and the sweet words! I have the best readers in the entire fandom. The chapter title comes from the song “The Hardest Part” by Coldplay.
Chapter 19: And Everything Is Torn Apart
Dipping her quill in the red ink to correct the mistakes on her student’s essay, Donny rubbed her eyes with one hand as she fought back a yawn. The cup of strong coffee on the desk called to her as she read the first paragraph of the essay. She glanced up when she heard the noise that signaled the front door to the school had been opened. She never liked having to wake up earlier than usual to grade papers, but she loved her job too much to ever complain.
She went back to grading the papers in front of her and didn’t even look up when the door to the office opened. “Morning, Hermione,” she said distractedly as she crossed out a misspelled word.
“Ach, lass, ye know thass not my name,” Oliver’s voice said from the doorway, his deep voice startling Donny from her work.
She smiled widely at him and jumped up from behind the desk to run straight into his open arms. She realized how sappy and completely, sentimentally foolish she must have looked, but she frankly didn’t care once she had his strong arms wrapped around her, his overwhelming, musky scent making her giddy with joy.
“What are you doing here?” she asked into his chest. “I thought you wouldn’t be back for another two weeks!”
“The Mediterranean Tour was cancelled,” he explained, pulling her back slightly and capturing her chin between his fingers. “I’ve missed ye terribly, Donatella. Don’t I get a kiss, then?”
She grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him soundly, knocking the breath out of the both of them. She drew back, laughing slightly as she threw her arms around his neck in a cheerful hug. “Why was the tour cancelled? Not that I’m complaining.”
He leaned against the desk and dragged her over to stand between his legs as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Well, we played and defeated Cyprus and Greece, and we were supposed to play Italy, but they withdrew themselves from the tournament once they realized that the Spanish team and the Lebanese team were droppin’ out due to some political things they have goin’ on there.”
“Well, thank goodness for stubborn politicians,” she smiled. “How long are you staying here?”
“The season is over, lass,” he said with a grin. “We have a summer leave until the first of August.”
“That’s only a month!” she said with wide eyes. “Then you go back on tour?”
He shook his head and ran his finger down her nose to her lips. “August is when our seasonal trainin’ begins.”
“So, that means you won’t be travelling?” she asked hopefully.
“Not for a long while,” he replied, “and thass if we even win the qualifying games in December.”
“Oh, you’ll win, Woodie. You always win,” she said with a cheeky smile. “Now, you have three weeks of kissing to make up for. Let’s get started.”
He laughed and obliged her, bringing her closer to him as he tasted her over and over.
“You can’t kiss Miss Donny! Kissing is yucky!” Wolf Lupin said from below them.
“Yeah! You can’t kiss at school!” Zane agreed, standing next to his best friend and staring up at the couple.
Donny stepped back from Oliver’s grasp and laughed nervously at the two boys and then at Hermione who was standing in the doorway with a smirk she could have only picked up from her husband. “Good morning.”
“Oh, it certainly is a good morning,” Hermione said, taking off her cloak and setting it on a chair. “Boys, why don’t you go ahead into the classroom and set out the parchment for art time.”
“Race you!” Zane yelled, and in less than a second, the boys had sped out of the room, giggling as they ran.
“I’m so sorry, Hermione, honestly,” Donny said with a hint of a blush.
“What are you apologizing for? Those boys aren’t supposed to be in this office anyway. They are suspiciously quiet and very stealthy to get in here without you two noticing,” Hermione replied as she picked up a folder and quill from the desk before walking back to the door. “I’ll lock the door on my way out.”
Donny watched Hermione leave the room and then heard the click of the lock. She turned back to Oliver and smiled. “Don’t I have the greatest job?”
“Ye’re talkin’ to someone who plays their favorite sport for a livin’, lass,” he said, grinning. “But if I ever injure myself, I’ll be lookin’ for a position here.”
“Oh! Don’t put ideas into my head! How awesome would it be if you and I worked here together? You could be the physical education director and I could, of course, keep my job as teacher and then we can sneak away during recess and make out in the supply closet…”
Oliver kissed her, mostly because she had started to babble and kissing her was the fastest way to get her to stop. Also, because he wanted to.
Draco ran a hand through his hair as he sat back and surveyed his latest design. It had taken nearly five days for him to get everything just right, but he finally had exactly what he had started out to accomplish. His company had been asked to plan a new park that would cater only to the magic community and that would be located in Hogsmeade. Draco had taken the job as it was his role to take on the harder assignments as boss.
He rolled up the large sheet of parchment and sent the prints to his second-in-command who would review the design and then correct any mistakes. Psh… as if I make mistakes.
He was just about to grab his things and leave for the day when Blaise walked into his office.
“What brings you here, Zabini?” Draco asked, standing up and greeting his friend.
Blaise smiled and took a seat in front of Draco’s desk. “Just visiting, mate. It’s been ages since I’ve seen you, and we have to catch up on your custody case.”
“Why was I hoping that this would just be a social visit?” Draco grimaced.
“We’ll have plenty of time for those once we work everything out with you, Pansy and Zane,” Blaise explained. “Now, how’s everything at home?”
“Everything’s going well,” Draco said honestly. “School ended two weeks ago, but now Zane has summer day camp at school. It’s basically the same thing they were doing during the school year, except now they just do more centers and recess.”
“Centers?” Blaise asked with a smile. “Never mind, you can explain later. How is your wife?”
“She has a name,” Draco said, “and Hermione is great.”
Blaise shook his head. “Sorry, mate, it’s still just really hard to come to terms with it all. But if you love her, then that’s all that matters, right?”
“Yes,” Draco replied simply. “I do love her.”
It was the first time he had honestly meant it; every other time he had said it was to give the illusion for their fake marriage. He smiled secretly and went back to paying attention to what Blaise was saying.
Blaise grimaced at the tender words and scratched at his goatee. “How’s Zane?”
“Constantly up to no good,” Draco said with a smile. “I think some snot-nosed punk at school taught him the mirror game where he repeats everything you say. I ended up putting a silencing spell on him and sent him to his room to teach him a lesson.”
“That’s a great game,” Blaise grinned. “Did you ever try it on your father?”
“I wouldn’t be alive if I did,” Draco replied with a laugh.
“So, how are the inspections going?”
“They’re ok, I guess. Our DMP isn’t very threatening, but she tries. We had an inspection a few days ago, and she came when we were putting Zane to bed, so she ended up interviewing Hermione and me. It was interesting.”
“Interesting? Please, elaborate,” Blaise said as he propped his feet up on Draco’s desk.
“She asked us things like what we do in our free time, and our views on punishment. We had separate interviews, but when she was finished with Hermione, I think she just wanted to go home and cry. My wife tends to be very defensive about our parenting skills. She’s like a mother dragon.”
“Yes, well, I got my interview last night. As Zane’s godfather, I supposedly have an opinion in which parent Zane is better off with. Rest assured that I waxed poetic on the many flawless qualities you have.”
“Good to know,” Draco said with a wry smile. “I just can’t wait until these interviews and inspections come to an end. They leave me so stressed.”
“I do have good news,” Blaise went on. “I stayed late one night at the Ministry and went into your files regarding the custody case. Usually, no one but your DMP can have access to them, so I had to bend the rules a bit.”
“You wouldn’t be a Slytherin if you didn’t,” Draco replied.
“So, I checked out what was going on with Pansy’s visits and her reports aren’t as great as yours.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Apparently, her DMP doesn’t like Pansy’s attitude and thinks her husband is a vain, smug man,” Blaise said with a small laugh. “Sounds a bit like you, mate.”
“You’re hilarious, Zabini,” Draco replied dryly. “So you think that I’ll end up with Zane?”
“There really is no doubt about it. You’ve always been the better parent, which is surprising as hell, let me tell you, but nonetheless, I’m more than sure that you’ll never have to worry about that hag and her gold-digging husband again.”
Hermione tentatively reached for her wand and finally took a breath to utter the spell that would knock the front door to the Malfoy manor. It was a Saturday afternoon, the second Saturday of her fourth month married to Draco.
She really had no idea what had pushed her to come here and do what she was about to do, but she really had no one else to turn to… She couldn’t just sit idly by and twiddle her thumbs as her emotions drove her crazy, as her husband went each day not knowing what was ripping her apart.
She smiled when one of the house-elves opened the door. This particular house-elf was wearing a bright pink bikini top and a pair of blue parachute pants. He looked quite ridiculous, but looked extremely happy. Hermione couldn’t find any fault in that, much to her chagrin, so she asked the small elf if Narcissa was home.
“Oh, yes, my mistress is home!” the house-elf squeaked. “Follow me, young mistress.”
Hermione stepped into the grand foyer of the manor and followed the scurrying house-elf up the stairs. She was led into the drawing room where Narcissa sat at a desk, writing quickly on a piece of parchment.
“Mistress Narcissa, a guest for you,” the house-elf announced and then quickly left the room.
Narcissa looked up from her letter and smiled brightly at her daughter-in-law. “Hermione, what a pleasant surprise! Please, come in and sit.”
Hermione sat down on the couch while Narcissa rolled up the parchment she was writing on and sat down next to her. “Now, my dear, tell me, how are you?”
“I’m fine, and you?” she asked with a small smile.
“I’m wonderful, darling. I just finished writing a letter to an old friend of mine from school who I haven’t spoken to in years, but enough about me. How is everything at home? Are you and Draco still getting along?”
“Yes, I’d say we are. We still argue over little, stupid things, but that’s expected,” Hermione said slowly. “I actually came here to talk to you about something. Um, I really had no one else to talk about this to.”
“Well, you can talk to me about anything, darling.”
“I really don’t know how to say this, but…” she sighed. “I know I told you a few weeks ago that, er, Draco and I had slept together.”
Narcissa nodded and gestured for Hermione to go on.
God, this is awkward; she’s his mother for pity’s sake.
“You mentioned something about how difficult it can be to separate emotions from sex. I didn’t think it would happen to me; I thought I had more control over my feelings…”
“But, you fell in love,” Narcissa sighed.
Hermione looked down at her hands and nodded silently.
“I’m assuming you haven’t told him,” Narcissa guessed.
“No, I haven’t, and I don’t think… I don’t think I can,” Hermione said with a sniff. “What if he doesn’t feel the same? I’ve fallen in love with him and I don’t think I would be able to handle the pain of knowing he doesn’t feel anything for me… I wouldn’t be able to handle the pain of knowing he only wanted me around to help raise Zane.”
“Oh, what a bunch of rubbish,” Narcissa scolded. “You’ll never know anything unless you gather your courage and say something to him. Weren’t you a Gryffindor? Aren’t Gryffindors supposed to be brave? I’ve met Slytherins with more nerve than this, and Slytherins are truly some of the biggest cowards out there.”
“Weren’t you a Slytherin?” Hermione asked.
That earned her a smirk. “Darling, I married Lucius Malfoy and raised the boy-devil, Draco Malfoy. I should get a bloody award, parade, and trophy for bravery.”
Hermione had never heard Narcissa use a single derogatory word in all the time she’d known her, so she couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, I suppose you should.”
“Let’s get back to you. Now, you are afraid that if you tell Draco your feelings, that he will not return them? You’re afraid of rejection?”
“It’s not just the rejection. It’s the fact that if I tell him now and he doesn’t love me back, then I still have to live with him for two and a half months. Do you understand how awkward that would be? I’d be crushed and still have to live with him.”
“Hmm, that does pose a problem,” Narcissa said thoughtfully, tapping a manicured finger against her lips. “In all actuality, Hermione, I don’t think you should really worry so much about that happening. I’ve had a feeling for quite some time that my son has taken a liking to you.”
“A liking? That doesn’t mean he loves me, Narcissa,” Hermione said with a small sigh. “I just… I don’t know how it happened, but I no longer hate him. I mean, when he came back to England, every time I saw him, I saw the boy that I had loathed for so long. Now, when I look at him, I just see the man… I see the man I’ve come to love.”
“Have you never taken a chance? I know you have! You took a chance in marrying Draco; you took a chance by agreeing to help him raise his son. You went against your earlier hatred of him to help him out when he needed it the most. In my honest opinion, darling, I don’t see how he couldn’t have fallen in love with you. You make him a better man and you make him happier than I’ve ever seen him. He was a fun-loving child until his father brainwashed him with all of that pureblood supremacy nonsense. You
brought back the boisterous and blissful child in him that I thought I would never see again. I thank you for that, Hermione. I thank you dearly.”
“I… I didn’t…”
“Oh, don’t go denying it, darling. You yourself have told me how the two of you fight less these days and that his temper has been under control for the time being. I don’t want to tell you how to live your life and I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want to do, but I would like nothing better than to have you brought into this family permanently.”
Hermione was actually stunned to silence with those words.
“You’re a marvelous mother to my grandson and an equally incredible wife to my son. I’ve come to adore you, Hermione. I’ve been outnumbered by the men in this family for so long, and I’ve never told anyone this before, but I’ve always wanted a little girl to spoil and love just as much as I did my son. You’ve come to be that little girl I was never able to have… oh, look at me getting all misty-eyed and utterly emotional, please forgive me.”
Narcissa was nearly knocked back with the force of Hermione’s hug. She held the girl in her arms for a moment, smiling through her silly tears.
Hermione finally pulled away, a large smile lighting up her face. “I’m going to tell him. I’m going to tell him how I feel and if he doesn’t feel the same, then I’m going to do everything I can to make him see that we’re right for each other. I can’t imagine living a life without him… I can never go back to my lonely flat without him and Zane to look after. I just can’t do that, and I don’t care how long it takes me to finally win his love, but damn it, I’m going to fight for it.”
“There’s the girl I’ve come to cherish! I just knew you had that bravery hidden somewhere temporarily. If anyone can butt heads with my husband at the tender age of fifteen and live to see the next day, then they can’t be anything but immensely courageous.”
“Oh, Narcissa, you do know how to make me blush,” Hermione said with a lighthearted laugh. She exhaled a pent-up breath and smiled again. “I think I’ll do something special tomorrow, you know, and then I’ll tell him.”
“Would you like me to watch Zane tomorrow?”
“That would be wonderful. I’ll bring him over after we’ve had dinner, and do you think he could spend the night? He’s been asking to sleep over at the manor since the last time he was here.”
“Of course he can. His grandfather spoils him to pieces, in case you didn’t know. That’s the secret to why he always wants to be over here,” Narcissa said with a sly grin.
“Oh? And it has nothing to do with the fact that Gamma gives him many, many sweets?”
Narcissa’s smile grew and she shrugged casually. “Gamma chooses to refrain from commenting.”
After a cup of tea and several hours talking, Hermione finally left the manor, her heart feeling light and her step with an extra bounce as she made her way back to the flat. She unlocked the front door and stepped into the dark entryway, closing the door behind her. It was almost nine in the evening and she made as little noise as possible as she walked into the living room.
The television was on; one of the movies Fred and George had bought for Zane was playing. It featured the big, singing dinosaur that Draco loathed, so the twins had immediately bought it, promising to buy more in the future. Hermione stepped up to the couch and felt her lips twitch into a smile as she found Draco and Zane curled up on the couch, sleeping.
They looked remarkably alike when they slept, innocence written across their faces. Too bad those innocent looks were incredibly deceiving. She turned off the television and went back to the couch where she gently lifted Zane away from his father’s hold, accidentally waking Draco in the process.
He blinked up at her and gave her a small smile as he got up and followed her to put Zane in his bed.
When they reached their bedroom, Hermione changed out of her robes and into her comfortable house-clothes. Draco lay back on the bed with his legs dangling over the edge, his hands behind his head, watching her change.
“How did your errands go?” he asked.
She ran a brush through her hair and winced when the bristles encountered a knot the size of tumbleweed. “They went well. I got a lot done. How was your day with Zane?”
“Tiring,” he said with a small laugh. “I’ve forgotten how much energy that kid has.”
“That’s because you haven’t dealt with him on your own in so long,” she said, smiling.
He snorted at that and closed his eyes. He was surprised to feel the warm body loom over his and the soft lips press against his own. Hermione didn’t usually initiate their lovemaking, but when she did, he reveled in it, taking all the caresses and sensual touches from the woman he loved without even thinking twice.
He grabbed her around the waist and settled her astride him as he sat up on the bed. Pulling away from her for a moment, he took in her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and smiling eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he blurted. Real smooth, Draco… you’re a regular Casanova. You should write greeting cards, no, forget greeting cards, you should be writing rock ballads and goddamn poetry.
Hermione blinked at him and then burst out laughing. “Thank you, Draco. That’s, uh, sweet.”
“You can proceed to ignore me from here on out,” he whispered against her neck. “When I’m aroused, I tend to say trite and idiotic things.”
“You tend to say trite and idiotic things even when you’re not aroused,” she teased, flinching when he bit her. “Ouch! No biting until I say so!”
He laughed at that and dragged her onto the bed next to him where he proceeded to show her exactly how trite and idiotic his words could get.
As they came down from their sexual ecstasy, they lay by each other, listening to the sounds of their breathing. Emotions ran deep for the both of them, yet nothing gave them away.
“You know, you never did tell me who your first was,” Hermione said after awhile, turning to her side to face him. “So, who was it?”
Draco grimaced and brought his hand up to run it through his hair. “I forgot about that.”
“I know you did. That’s why I’m reminding you now. My curiosity has not been sated,” she said.
“Is it ever sated?” he snorted.
She ignored him and waited patiently for his response. When he didn’t respond, she ventured a guess. “Was it Pansy?”
“Good God, no,” he said with a frown. “I only slept with her once, and I was completely drunk when that happened.”
“If not Pansy, then who was it?”
“Well, you don’t know her,” he said slowly. “I was sixteen, and she was uh…”
“She was what?”
“You should report for the Daily Prophet, you’re so inquisitive,” he said. When she glared at him silently, he sighed and went back to answering her question. “She was one of my mother’s friends.”
“You mean she was one of your mother’s friend’s daughters?” she asked with a tilt of her head.
“Nope. She was one of my mother’s friends. Actually, she was more of an acquaintance. She was over for tea or brunch or something like that, and it was in the summer, right before I was given my task to, uh, kill Dumbledore.”
“Wait, how old was this acquaintance of your mother’s?”
He bit back a laugh. “Thirty-two.”
“Thirty-two!?”
“She had the biggest breasts I’d ever…”
“Draco!” Hermione gasped, a smile fighting against her lips.
“What? I was sixteen! She was experienced and she seduced me, and frankly, I would have been an idiot to turn her down. Did I mention her huge tits?”
“You’re so crass,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Did you really lose your virginity to a woman twice your age?”
He nodded and then smiled. “Blaise was so jealous.”
“I’ll never understand boys,” she said. “Your minds work in such strange ways.”
“Can’t argue there,” he replied with a yawn. “Now, close that mouth of yours and let’s sleep.”
“You’re such a romantic,” she whispered sarcastically. “Before you fall asleep, I want to tell you not to make any plans for tomorrow afternoon.”
“Why? What have we got planned?”
“Just don’t plan anything for then. Got it?”
“Got it.” His interest was suddenly piqued and as he drifted off to sleep, he wondered what his wife was up to…
Zane watched from his seat on the couch as his mummy went out onto the balcony. She loved to go out there and enjoy the view from their place on the second floor. She was looking very, very pretty today. She was always pretty, but today she was smiling a lot and that made her very, very pretty. His daddy had gone flying as he usually did on Sunday mornings. One day, Zane would get to go with his daddy to fly a broom. That day couldn’t come fast enough.
He saw Hermione wave at him from her place on the balcony where she was watering the flowers that grew there. He waved back and smiled at her. Rosie sitting next to him, waved as well. That dinosaur could do anything.
Zane heard the front door open and close prompting him to stand on the couch and face the front hall to see who had come in.
“Hi, Daddy!” he said, taking a jump on the couch.
Draco propped his broom up against the couch and came around to sit next to his son. His hair was dark with perspiration, and his shirt was sticking to him in places. Zane jumped on him anyway and proceeded to hug him. “You’re all wet, Daddy!”
“Because I’m sweaty,” Draco laughed, “and now you’re getting all sweaty. Mummy is going to be upset if you have to take another bath.”
“Mummy looks very, very pretty today,” Zane mentioned, diverting the conversation from anything bath-related. One bath a day was enough for heaven’s sake!
Draco nodded and looked over his shoulder to see Hermione out on the balcony. “Did she tell you that you’re going to spend the night with Gamma and Gampa tonight?”
“Yes! It’s going to be so much fun!”
“Ok, mate, I’m going to go take a shower. If I don’t, your mum will put me in time-out for getting the couch all sweaty.”
Zane laughed at that. “You’re silly! Mummy doesn’t put you in time-out, because you’re a growmup!”
“Ah, Zane, you’re getting too smart for me,” Draco replied, placing a kiss on his son’s head.
Zane leaned back on the couch as he watched his daddy leave the living room. He was just about to go and ask his mummy to put the dinosaur movie on the television when he noticed the broom propped up on the couch, forgotten by his daddy to be put away.
His quickly checked to make sure his mummy couldn’t see him staring at the broom. If she caught him staring, she might notice it and take it away… and then he wouldn’t be able to touch it!
He pretended to play with Rosie, his peripheral vision focused on the shiny broom handle peeking over the top of the couch.
“Hermione!” Draco’s muffled voice sounded from the shower.
Hermione walked back into the living room and looked at Zane. “Did your father just call for me?”
Zane nodded quickly and hoped she didn’t see the handle of the broomstick. He smiled slightly as she hurried off down the hall and into the master bedroom.
He couldn’t believe his luck! The shiny broomstick was so close and there were absolutely no adults around to tell him he couldn’t touch it. What was so bad about touching it? It wouldn’t even hurt him, and it was so shiny!
He glanced down the hallway and saw the door to the master bedroom still closed. He jumped off of the couch and ran to the back of the couch where the broomstick stood in all its glory. It was even more beautiful than he remembered.
Would anyone really know if he just took one little seat on the broom? Nobody would ever find out… He grabbed the handle of the broom and smiled wider as the vibration rushed through his arm. The broom was amazingly lightweight and he lifted it until it hovered next to him, low enough for him to swing a leg over just like he’d seen Daddy do so many times before.
The vibrations tickled him, but his laughs abruptly came to a halt when his feet left the ground. His eyes widened as he realized that the broom was slowly lifting off of the ground, taking him with it. Maybe if he pushed down on it, then it would back to the ground. Nope. Didn’t work. He wasn’t strong enough to direct it to go back down. Daddy was going to be very mad!
His breathing and heartbeat quickened as the broom started moving forward, towards the balcony.
Usually, he wasn’t allowed to be on the balcony and he never did like going out there, but the glass door had been left open when Hermione had suddenly left. The broom was getting closer and closer to the balcony and Zane gripped the handle harder, his eyes filling with tears as he realized he was going to be in very big trouble.
The broom was suddenly on the balcony and slowly moving over the railing, out into the open air. Zane gripped the handle even harder until his knuckles were completely white.
He didn’t expect the sudden gust of wind, and he didn’t expect the broom to start slipping out from under him. He screamed for his daddy, and before he knew it, he was falling…
“Did you call my name?” Hermione asked as she walked into the bathroom.
Draco’s head popped out from behind the shower curtain. “There’s no shampoo.”
She went to the linen closet and grabbed an extra bottle of shampoo, handing it to him when he stuck a dripping a hand out. “So, did you have fun flying today?” she asked as she began to tidy up the bathroom.
“Same as usual,” came his slightly muffled reply.
She picked up his dirty clothes from the floor and went into the bedroom to put them in the laundry basket. Sometimes, she felt like she was mother to two boys instead of one. She started folding the clean laundry she had placed in the room earlier, wanting to get everything out of the way before tonight, when she would finally tell him that she loved him.
Draco walked into the bedroom a moment later and wiggled his eyebrows at her as she stared at his wet torso. “You’re such a voyeur,” he taunted with a laugh. “Little Miss Pervert.”
She threw a clean shirt at his head and stuck her tongue out at him while he put it on.
He had just looped the button through the hole in his khaki pants when they both heard the scream. They looked at each other, worry evident in their eyes and then ran out of the room, following the source of the scream.
In one terrifying moment, Draco saw the empty living room, the missing broom, the open door to the balcony. He bit back the rising bile in his throat as he and Hermione ran out onto the balcony.
They saw the broom hovering in the air right in front of them, and with heavy hearts they looked down over the railing, already afraid of what they would see.
They knew what to expect, but nothing could adequately prepare them to see Draco’s only son sprawled out on the concrete sidewalk, eyes closed and blood staining the ground around him…
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