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The Dove; Distressed	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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December- Holiday Break, Year 2022

Grace stood just inside the Malfoy Manor's foyer, waiting for the house elf to retrieve Scorpius. She had been here only a couple times before and both of those times she had felt out of place. Everything was so elegant and perfect here. Nothing was broken or dusty, even though all the furnishings and decor looked ancient.

Across the way, she saw many portraits hanging over the mantle of the Malfoy's Floo. Some were moving and talking with each other. One particular blond wizard eyed her coldly though.

"Shut it for just one moment, would you?" He snarled to the others who immediately looked pissed off until they followed his gaze to Grace. "And just who are you?" He called out thirty feet away with a raised voice.

"Grace." She told him, hurrying toward the portrait. They didn't say anything more until she exited the foyer.

"And your surname, child?"

"Potter..." she said warily.

"Potter!" A woman in a green dress shrieked. "You have some nerve walking into the Manor!"

"Quiet..." the first wizard ordered. "What are you doing here, spawn of Potter?"

"I -"

"She's been invited." Scorpius strolled up to Grace, his hands behind his back. "You old snoops can go back to your boring day now."

"You invited a Potter?" The wizard gasped. "What is wrong with you, my boy?"

Scorpius grinned. "Nothing at all." He led Grace away from his portraited ancestors, entering into a black and green gaming lounge. The room had many card and pool tables. It even had a refreshment bar. "Sorry about that." He told her, gesturing her to a sage green sofa.

"It's alright. I did expect it, after all." Her throat clenched up as he smiled at her, taking a seat next to her. Grace suddenly felt a bit too warm with him so close to her.

"Would you like something?" He asked, leaning back into the corner of the sofa, and setting his right ankle onto his left knee. "Plumberry juice?"

Grace cleared her throat. "Please."

Scorpius called on a house elf named Nibbs to fetch them both something to drink and some biscuits. "So, I doubt your parents know you're here."

"No...not really..."

"Why are you sneaking around?" He grinned. "That's not like you, Grace. You're the golden child."

Grace nodded. "Papa says I can't come to your banquet unless he also gets an invitation himself." She didn't meet his eyes, knowing he'd be disappointed.

"I see..." he said slowly, his voice lower. "Do you still want to come?"

"Of course I do!"

"You'll have to dress much better than that." He lazily flicked his finger toward her. He didn't like her yellow sweater and red sweat pants.

"I know that." She giggled.

"It can be easily arranged then." He told her. "Well..." he shifted his eyes. "I think."

"Your dad isn't going to let mine come, Scorpius. Don't kid yourself."

Scorpius chuckled. "You underestimate me, little one. I bet you that I can get Father to personally send the invitation himself."

Grace shook her head with a laugh. "You know I don't bet, Scorp."

"Pity." He drawled. She found his occasional slow speech incredibly cute. "Your damn brothers have ruined such opportunities for me."

"What would you want from me anyway?"

"Nothing worth value. At least... Not one you can put a sickle on."

Grace sighed. He loved to stretch things out, forcing you to drive it out of him. "Would you just tell me?"

"Since you like sneaking around all of a sudden, why not come by every couple of days during the Hols? I miss having my best friend around." He scowled, looking around. "It's too quiet here. I have no one to play pool with."

"Well, I do make a swell opponent."

Scorpius scoffed. "You suck, and you know it."

She narrowed her eyes playfully. "Mark my words, Scorpius Malfoy, I will out do you at something."

"You already do, Grace. Between us, and perhaps anyone at Hogwarts, you have broken the least amount of rules." He teased. "Well... your streak has ended today. Shame, I thought you would go through your entire school days without getting into trouble."

"Technically, I haven't gotten into any yet. I still have to get caught."

Scorpius laughed. "You're Grace Potter, of course you're going to get caught. You can't lie if your life depending on it; as soon as you get home, your daddy is going to pounce onto his precious, little white flower and demand where you have been. And you're going to tell him. You always do."

Grace bit the inside of her lip. He was right. She wouldn't lie, and Papa would be upset that she came here without telling him.

"You are so in trouble." He smirked, taking a swig of his drink.

"Come with me?" She suddenly pleaded.

He raised his eyebrows up in surprise. "You want me to lie for you?"

"Would you?"

"Well, of course I would!" He said with a scoff. "I'd do anything for you, little one, you know that."

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Dove stumbled weakly to the bathroom. Her legs were protesting on supporting her. Her knees constantly locked up, inflicting a sharp pain each time she put weight onto them. Her quadriceps muscles were so fatigued, she had to grip anything in her path to succeed in walking. If you could call it that.

She fell three times, but she did eventually make it to the loo. By the time she climbed onto the toilet though, she had already relieved herself.

"Shit." She muttered to herself, somewhat embarrassed, but mostly she was just too tired to care. She felt like she had been placed through some hardcore exercising program. Her muscles weren't really sore though; just tired. Dove had an idea that in less than twenty-four hours that would change.

How did she get back here anyway? Had she flooed? Did Phineas bring her here?

Dove noticed she was wearing a white silky nightrobe then, instead of the overalls she had last remembered wearing. She reached into the robes for her wand. It wasn't there. She sighed. She should have expected that. She'd probably never see her wand again. Scorpius may had even broken it.

Scorpius...

Where was he? She would had expected him to be hovering over her, waiting to rape her again after being gone for several days.

She stayed on the toilet for who knows how long before she heard Draco's frantic calling of her name. She was too weak to yell out to him, but his bellowing voice made her head hurt. She winced and pressed a hand to her forehead.

What is that? She asked herself, rubbing her fingers along her forehead. It was bumpy and wrinkly. It didn't hurt, but it felt like a healing blister.

What the hell? Did Scorpius do this to her? She couldn't remember anything after waking up in pain this morning and calling for Aunt Hermione. She didn't even know if her aunt had actually showed up.

Dove sobbed as the headache increased in pain with her father in law's calling. Had she drank alcohol? Was this a hangover?

Since she couldn't yell, she took the wiping paper off it's holder and threw the wooden pin at the door. Just as it went to hit the door, Draco opened it and the pin hit him, smacking between the legs.

"Fuck!" He instantly fell to his knees. "What the fuck!?" He demanded.

"S-orr-" Ah, the mess with it. She thought, putting her aching head into her hands. Her throat was so dry and Dove had to take slow, controlled breaths to keep a tickle that threatened to put her into a coughing fit at bay.

Draco recovered from his pain and stood up. "How are you feeling?"

She tilted her head to look up at him. How the fuck did he think she felt?!

"You've been... well, I can't say it was sleeping, but whatever it was, it lasted for six days."

Six days...!

No wonder she felt like shit.

"I'll send some food up."

"Wai-t..." she managed to say. She raised an arm up to him, requesting help.

"You're having trouble walking?" He asked, slowly approaching her. She answered with a nod. He wrinkled his nose, likely from the smell of her accident. Draco quickly cleaned her up and exchanged her soiled robes for a more comfortable fitting piece of clothing. A looser fitting dress. One without a corset. He then helped her back to the bed.

She noticed Scorpius was there, sleeping.

"Stay with him." Draco instructed, adjusting her pillows so she could sit against them. "You are still in the healing process."

"Heal-" she coughed before she could even start her question. Damn, she was confused and she couldn't ask for answers.

"Just relax, Grace. You should feel better once he wakes up."
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