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Chapter 37
April 11th 1999
16 weeks gestation
While the married couple fell into a fully sated sleep, things were vastly different for Draco and Narcissa Malfoy at the Ministry of Magic.
“For the last time, Minister,” Narcissa said in a voice that was growing very weary. “We had no idea Lucius was involved with the Muggle-born terrorist group. I swear.”
“Mrs. Malfoy,” Kingsley Shacklebolt said gently. “We have already told you that we believe you were unaware of Lucius’ activities, we just need to know if he has said anything to you that could potentially be a lead.”
“My mother is just afraid of incriminating my father further,” Draco told the Minister and two flanking Aurors. “Despite their history and my father’s evilness, my mother does love him. Will you let her go home and rest? I will stay and answer any questions you may think of.”
“You must stay in the country, Mrs. Malfoy,” one of the Aurors said immediately upon Kingsley’s nod of consent. “If you hear anything from your husband, you need to contact us immediately. Your floo will be monitored until Mr. Malfoy is apprehended, understood?”
“Of course,” Narcissa answered with a regal nod of her head. “Thank you.
Draco watched solemnly while his mother was escorted out of the small interrogation room. When the door closed and he was sure she was gone, he turned to the Minister with hard eyes. “I want you to station Aurors at Lizzie William’s home,” he insisted softly.
“You have reason to believe that the Williams family will be targeted?” the second Auror asked, his eyes accusing. It didn’t seem to matter that the Minister believed that he and his mother were not a part of the terrorist group – the Aurors had their doubts.
“My father was awfully curious as to who they are and where they live, I know their home is under the Fidelus, but knowing the precise location could leave the family open to risks unless they are in their home. I know Lizzie’s mother runs around with her younger siblings a lot.” Draco looked at the Auror imploringly, trying to radiate sincerity. “I’m in love with Lizzie Williams,” he said softly. “I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to her family because of my father.”
FIRST NABU DEHUL IN OVER 100 YEARS!
Followed By First Release From Challenge In History
By Rita Skeeter
It’s been over a century since the ancient Wizard’s duel has been invoked and leave it to Hermione Snape, nee Granger, to be its cause – and on her wedding day, no less. Not even an hour after exchanging their vows, chaos erupted at the intimate and exclusive ceremony. According to sources, Severus Snape (in a fit of rage likened to Ares himself) stormed into the reception tent, bellowing out the challenge to none other than his best man and rumored best friend, Lucius Malfoy.
Yes, dear readers, that Lucius Malfoy. The very same who escaped significant condemnation from two wars despite being a vowed Death Eater to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
“I’ve never seen anything like it!” exclaimed Charlie Weasley, a close friend of the bride. “Sure, I’ve read about the traditional – if somewhat archaic – call to battle, but to witness it is something entirely different.”
For those unfamiliar, the Nabul Dehul is a challenge that calls on the oldest of magic. It’s a fight to the death, the magic not allowing any outside interference. It can only be accepted if the accusation that spurs the duel is true. As shocking as the challenge and acceptance was, equally shocking was the release of the challenge as a defeated Lucius Malfoy knelt at Severus Snape’s feet.
According to inside sources, Lucius Malfoy had readily accepted the duel with little to no show of emotion or regret. The accusation? This is where this witch has had to pull out all her tricks, my privileged readers. The guest list was small, all attendee’s close and protective friends of the couple. However, you can thank me for finding one source willing to talk on the promise of anonymity. Hold on to your wands, this is a doozy!
Apparently, Lucius Malfoy, and unnamed accomplices, were responsible for the kidnap and rape of the female third of the golden trio. Not only did the Malfoy patriarch accept the challenge and therefore admit his guilt, he detailed specific descriptions of the horrific acts the young bride was subjected to as he threw curses at his proclaimed best friend.
“It was very disturbing and sexually graphic,” the anonymous source claimed. In a voice trembling with emotion, the source went on to say, “To have abused the poor girl in such a way. It’s a depraved and moral-less man who could do such acts and then boast of them.”
Shockingly, it was Madam Snape’s plea’s and cries for her newlywed husband’s soul that gave the enraged wizard pause enough to release the challenge allowing the Aurors to cart the felon off to Azkaban. In a disturbing turn of events, the elusive Lucius Malfoy has once again escaped incarceration by simply Apparating away before the Aurors could get to him.
“It was very upsetting and not a little bit inept of our law enforcement,” claimed Ginny Weasley, fiancé of Harry Potter. “I say this not as an insult to my future husband’s comrades, we are each of us only human, however Lucius Malfoy is on the loose and is capable of horrors I had not dreamt possible until today. He needs to be captured and I fear none of us, especially Muggle-borns, are safe until he is.”
That’s all I have for now, dear readers. More later!
Toodles
“Did you talk to Draco at all since the wedding?” Ginny asked Lizzie softly as they boarded the Hogwarts Express following the Easter Holidays. “I saw him get on the train a few minutes before you arrived.” To be honest, Ginny already knew the answer to that question. Lizzie’s face was drawn and pale, it was obvious that she was nursing a broken heart.
“I sent him an owl post with Arwen the day after, but he didn’t respond,” the blonde said dejectedly.
“Perhaps he just wants to talk to you in person,” Ginny consoled, helping Lizzie pull her trunk up onto the train, the small elf owl hooted at the manhandling.
“I don’t know what to think,” Lizzie answered softly. “I’m just hoping we can talk and figure things out.”
They made their way down the corridor, jostling with other students before finding Harry, Ron, and Neville in a compartment together. Lizzie waited in the doorway, chatting with the boys while watching Ginny levitate her trunk overhead before moving to sit down next to Harry.
“How was the rest of your break?” Ron asked, helping her with her truck and gesturing her to sit across from him next to Neville. “Being you’re with us, and not Malfoy, I’m guessing not too good.”
“We just haven’t had the chance to talk yet, is all,” Lizzie tried to shrug it off. “I’m sure things have not been easy for him. What about you, Neville? Have a good break?”
“Eh,” Neville shrugged and returned his gaze back to the window. His lackadaisical response drew two sets of sharp, feminine eyes to him with more intensity.
“Where’s Luna, Nev?” Ginny said brightly as she exchanged knowing glance with Lizzie.
“Probably with her new boyfriend.” Neville’s tone was a bit bitter.
“Oh, honey,” Lizzie said gently, reaching out to brush her hand over his shoulder. Neville threw her a grateful smile.
“It’s all right,” he intoned. “I just…was surprised. I didn’t think Luna and I would have ever gone the distance or anything, but I really cared about her.”
“’Course you did,” Harry spoke up, looking sympathetic. “You guys went through a lot together.”
“She’s a bit odd, though,” Ron spoke up in his typical insensitive manner. Ginny elbowed her brother, an exasperated huff leaving her just as the sliding door opened.
“Sue!” Ron grinned, jumping to his feet and grasping his girlfriend around the wasit to pull her in for a kiss. “How’s it going? You gonna sit with us?”
Susan, looking a bit dazed with a brilliant smile on her face nodded her head when the other occupants of the car gave her a wave. She answered, “For a little bit. Hannah wants me to spend some time with her, too. We didn’t get to see each other all break because her folks dragged her to the continent to visit some family.”
“Sure!” Ron answered.
“How’s Hannah?” Lizzie asked. “She should come sit with us, too.”
“Naw, she’s with a few other friends.”
The sextet fell into easy conversation, avoiding any serious topics in attempts to lighten both Lizzie and Neville’s dim moods. The train started moving a few minutes after Susan arrived, and about half an hour into their trip back to school, there was a gentle knock at their door.
The group looked up to find Draco Malfoy standing on the other side, looking in through the window at Lizzie. Their eyes locked and everyone could feel the emotion that instantly surrounded the two. The blonde got up to slide the door open for him. “Hi,” she whispered.
“Hi, Lizzie.” Draco reached to touch her face, but seemed to think better of it at the last moment and diverted the movement to run his hand through his hair in a nervous gesture instead. “Could we…can we talk?”
Lizzie nodded, looking back at her friends briefly to see their supportive looks. “I’d like that, Draco.”
He held his hand out for her, palm up. “I have a compartment to myself at the moment. Theo’s off snogging some girl and Blaise has prefect duties right now.” He watched carefully as Lizzie took his hand and laced her fingers carefully through his own.
“I’ll see you all a bit later,” Lizzie told her group. She allowed Draco to lead her by her hand down the hall. The moment they were tucked into he empty compartment, Draco slid the door closed and pulled down the privacy blind.
She wasn’t even sure how it happened, but suddenly, she was wrapped up tightly in his arms. “I’m sorry,” he told her, his voice rough with emotion. “I’m sorry I didn’t respond to your owl post. I was just trying to figure everything out and time with my mum. The rest of break was a nightmare. I missed you so much.”
Lizzie felt him drop a kiss onto the top of her head, but all she could do was slip her arms around his waist and cling tightly while words spilled out of him. “I had no idea, please believe me. I had no clue he was one of the ones that attacked Granger. My mum is devasted. She just got him back and I know she realizes she’s going to lose him forever. When he’s found, he’ll mostly likely go to Azkaban – for a life sentence this time – or be kissed. If Snape’s the one who finds him, he’ll be dead. He’s a right bastard, Lizzie, but my mum loves him.”
“And so do you,” Lizzie told him quietly, pulling back only far enough to look up into Draco’s face which was tense and his eyes guarded.
“You believe me, don’t you?” he breathed, not able to stop himself from pressing his lips to the center of her forehead.
Lizzie reached up to smooth fingers over his troubled features. “I believe you, Draco,” she answered quietly.
“I love you,” he promised.
“I love you, too.” She kissed him.
“What…are…you…eating?”
Hermione looked up in surprise, a sheepish expression on her face. “Food?” she asked, chuckling with embarrassment when Severus rolled his eyes.
“Well, I do hope so,” he chuckled, settling into the chair across from him. “It smells…spicy.”
“Not really,” she shrugged taking another large bite of her sandwich as she watched her husband tuck into his totally normal supper – chicken with potatoes and peas.
“So…are you going to tell me what you’re eating?” There was a permanent smirk on his face as she made little ticking sounds of pleasure as she tucked into her food. “What are those orange things?”
“Cheetos,” she answered a bit defensively. “A Muggle crisp of sorts.”
“Okay, and the spicy smell?” he prompted, trying not laugh at her oversensitivity.
“You might smell the horseradish on my ham and sharp cheddar sandwich,” she said offhandedly. “Or maybe the barbeque sauce.”
“The red stuff you’re dipping the … Cheetos? … in?”
“Yes, that’s the barbeque sauce,” she exclaimed. “Wanna try?”
“No, thank you,” Severus answered. “Have you had any fruits or vegetables today, Hermione? I saw what you had for lunch.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I just…they don’t taste good, Severus.”
“The nutrient potion will only get you so far,” he scolded gently. “You have to try and eat some fresh foods. At least once a day.” He was trying not to laugh. To be honest, he was just so happy that her mood was high and her appetite was back, he wasn’t too fussed. Yet, If she kept eating like this, she probably wouldn’t like herself much when the baby arrived and she found herself significantly overweight. Not that he would mind – he always liked a woman with meat on her bones. Hermione had been curvy to begin with, but healthy and in shape. The war had melted the bit of youthful fat she had left, leaving her toned and strong, but the death of her parents and the subsequent troubles she had gone through had caused her to become too thin.
“Grr,” she grumbled before popping another barbeque-covered Cheeto in her mouth. “Fine. Pepper!”
The house elf winked into existence and Hermione gave the wrinkled little thing a grimace. “Professor Snape is insisting I eat some…ruffage,” she sighed. “Can you bring me something? Sweet – please make it sweet. Oh, goodness. Now I want cake.” Snape couldn’t help it – he snorted, but sobered quickly when his little wife glared at him. “Some kind of fruity dessert,” she glanced at him. “Strawberries and chocolate? Apples and caramel?”
“Pepper knows’es just the thing, Madam Snape,” the elf crooned with an indulgent – if not a bit terrifying – smile. “I’s be right back!” Then she was gone.
“Happy?”
“It’s a start,” Snape grinned at her. “But I get to feed you if she brings back chocolate covered strawberries.”
Hermione swallowed hard at her husband before she shifted in her seat, rubbing her thighs together. The rest of their weekend had been filled with endless rounds of heated sex, reacquainting each other with their bodies. It was safe to say that Hermione was well on her way to being emotionally healthy again, and the ardor from her spouse only aided the healing processes. “We’ll never make our appointment if you do that.”
Pepper started them when she Apparated back into their chamber. “Here yous go, Madam!” the house elf stated proudly. “Cake and berries!”
Hermione looked at the plate where a double helping of angel food cake with vanilla pudding was heaped, covered in strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries. Her mouth instantly started to water. “That looks incredible, Pepper. Thank you so much!”
The elf gave a titter of pleasure at being thanked so sweetly before she winked out yet again. “You’re going to share that right?” Snape teased. Then finally could no longer keep actual laughter at bay when her answered “of course” was hesitant. “Come here, witch,” he commanded gently. She smiled a bit shyly at him as she rose from her chair and rounded the table.
“I’m getting too heavy to be doing this,” she whispered when he pulled her down into his lap. He curled two fingers at the plate of dessert, causing it to slide across the table.
“Never,” he smirked, raising a bite to her lips. Hermione smiled at him and opened obediently for the first bite.
“Mmm.” Her eyes slid shut as a look of orgasmic bliss overcame her. Severus couldn’t help the low, husky chuckle at her pleasure. He pressed a kiss to just under her ear. “That’s so good,” she mewled. She watched with hooded eyes as Snape took his own bite, making a sound of approval in his throat.
They ate their dessert together in silence, basking in the other’s quiet, contented company after the long, hard first day back after the hols. When their treat was gone, Snape gently pushed Hermione to stand and led her to one of the chairs near the fire. They had to leave in a little over forty minutes for their weekly session with Dr. Andrews, but he once again pulled her into his lap and guided her to rest herself against his chest.
“Tell me about your day,” he requested gently.
“There’s not much to tell,” she answered.
“Now, I know that’s a lie,” he smoothed hair off her forehead. “I heard plenty of the gossip myself. How are you handling things.”
“Honestly, Severus?” she murmured. “Draco got the worst of it. It died down a bit after lunch when we were out on the battlements – Harry told a few people off. Has there been any leads on where Lucius is?”
“Not yet” he answered regretfully. “He won’t be able to hide forever, love. He’s not one for slinking off into the darkness forevermore. He likes the limelight too much.”
“I just hope no one else gets hurt in the process,” Hermione breathed, snuggling herself deeper into her husband’s gentle touch.
“Me too, Hermione. Me, too.”
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