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Let There Be No More Curse	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 61015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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I am just giddy with excitement! This chapter explains about the curse!

Hermione let out a screech of irritation. She couldn't concentrate with the wails of Scorpius perforating into her mind, preventing her ability to absorb the material in the book that she was trying to read. She encased her aching head into her hands tightly, hoping that that would ease the throbbing pain of it.
Gritting her teeth, she abruptly stood up from her desk and went to her bedroom to change her clothes. It was time to take her son to a Healer and see if someone could pinpoint his problem. If he didn't stop crying, she was sure she was going to go mad. She was short of casting a spell onto Scorpius to mute him, and she couldn't do that. Most spells were very unsafe to cast onto infants. Evidently, there were no silencing spells that had no risk involved. It wasn't all too much of a good idea anyway. What if she fell asleep for several hours? Her baby would need her, and she'd not hear him!
Not to mention she was too worn out to safely cast any spell right now. Even a simple Lumos spell would probably somehow backfire.
The new mother rushed through a quick clean up process, so at least she wouldn't horrify people with her smell of sweat, and other odors that she may had gathered from her mothering chores and lack of sleep.
"Hermione?" Ron's call made her jump a mile. She clutched her beating chest, taking a couple breaths to relax herself.
Either Ron had perfected his apparation spell, or Scorpius' cries had covered up the normal cracking sound that accompanied the spell.
"Coming!" Hermione announced when her pulse returned to back normal.
In the living room, Ron stood by Scorpius' bassinet, peering down at the crying infant. His nose was wrinkled in annoyance, but he lifted his head at Hermione's approach and smiled.
"So... I guess it's true," he said slowly, uneasily.
"I assume you're talking about the identity of my son's father?" Hermione asked for clarity, picking up Scorpius to attempt to see if he would feed again.
Ron cleared his throat uncomfortably, looking away, and scratching at the back of his head. "Well... erm, yes. There's no-" he glanced at the fussy baby. "-doubt..."
"No," Hermione agreed. "I remember everything now. Malfoy is his father."
"How?" Ron demanded, nearly sounding hurt. "How could you-" he shuddered, twisting his mouth up like he had just tasted something awful.
Hermione sighed. She didn't want to talk about this right now, not since they had to practically shout at each other to talk over Scorpius. "We'll have to do this later, Ron!" she told him impatiently, and began to change Scorpius' nappy. "I'm sorry!"
"Okay," he nodded absently, still disturbed over the thought of her sleeping with Malfoy. "Is he okay?" He asked, suddenly realizing that the baby hadn't paused at all in his crying.
"That's what I'm going to go see about," Hermione said, shrugging into a set of robes.
"Can I help with anything?" Ron offered.
She shook her head, throwing floo powder into the fire. "Wait..." she stopped, giving him a second thought. "Could I borrow Pig?"
"Sure."
Hermione gave Ron a letter, and frowned when his jaw clenched at the name that had been written onto the envelope. She sighed and set a hand onto his shoulder. "Ron, it's going to be okay..."
"But-"
"I'll be fine. You know I can take care of myself."
He pursed his lips and his eyes settled onto Malfoy's full name. He nodded. "If you need anything, let me know..."
"Of course." Hermione smiled, and kissed him on his cheek before returning back to the Floo.
"Hope your son is okay, Mione. I know what you're going through. Edgar had a cold last week. He got real sick and all. Susan and I were so worried. But he's fine now. We took him to the branch in Japan, to avoid the, um, media, you know. Maybe you could do that... Harry tol me that you were avoiding Malfoy and all..."
Hermione's eyes widened up at his idea. "Thanks, Ronald! You're brilliant!" She hardly had anytime to see the blush of the embarrassment masking his freckly face, before she flooed to the hospital in Japan.
Two nail biting hours later, Healer Yokamato handed her crying son back to her. "You're baby is perfectly healthy, ma'am."
"Then why is he crying?!" She asked desperately. "He's been doing it since six this morning! I don't know what to do! He won't do anything by cry. He hasn't even eaten in the past seven hours!"
He looked at her in sympathy. "There's nothing preventing him from eating- he has no issues with the stomach, throat, mouth, or anything of the like." He shook his head. "I would think he'd be hoarse by now. He has an excellent set of lungs." He chuckled to lighten the mood, but Hermione saw no humour in this and the Healer took note of that quickly. "Might I suggested a baby sitter? Take her to your Mother's-"
"I don't have a mother!" Hermione hissed angrily. "Never mind!" She huffed. "I'll figure it out myself!"
"My apologies, ma'am," Healer Yokamato said apologetically. "How about a few potions for yourself?"
"No thank you, sir!" She snapped, and turned on her heel, walking out with Scorpius in her arms.
When she got home, she sat on the sofa, tears of frustration and helplessness fell from her face. She held Scorpius in her arms, crying along with him. She silently prayed for help. Prayed for anything to make him stop. She had no idea what to do. All she wanted was to sleep. She just needed a break. Just a tiny break...
"Hermione!"
Hermione bolted up in confusion, wincing at the sharp pain in her neck. She must had pinched a nerve when she had finally passed out from exhaustion. Her sudden movement had startled a sleeping Scorpius awake, and he started his crying all over again.
Hermione groaned, putting a hand up to her head. It was killing her, and with each thud of her pulse, she felt a painful jabbing pain.
"What'd the doctor say?"
Sitting back down, Hermione closed her eyes, noticing that the pain was less when her eyes didn't move around to focus on anything. "Scorpius is healthy," she answered Ron.
"Oh, Hermione," Susan said. "Can I hold him?"
"It won't shut him up, but sure," Hermione muttered. She slitted her eyes to see Edgar tucked away in Ron's arms, peacefully looking around. Why couldn't Scorpius do that?! She thought bitterly. What in the bloody hell am I doing wrong?!
Susan tried soothing the baby, and gently introduced him to his 'future Hogwarts mate', making Ron roll his eyes in amusement. "A Weasley befriending a Malfoy?" He slightly scoffed, but he didn't appear to dismiss the idea completely. "Hey, Malfoy would love that, huh?" He asked Hermione with a smirk.
Hermione didn't get a chance to answer, Scorpius wails turned into down and out screams.
"Just like a Malfoy, really!" Ron spoke over the baby, as Susan quickly handed Scorpius back to Hermione with a frown.
Hermione whimpered, tucking her face into Scorpius' body. "He hasn't eaten since three this morning!"
The married couple exchanged worried glances. "That's not good, Hermione..." Ron told her gently.
"I'm too weak..." Hermione announced. She was sick of yelling, it was taking what little energy she had left.
"Have you eaten anything recently?" Susan asked.
Hermione shook her head, unable to remember when she had last eaten. "I don't remember eating anything today..."
She heard Susan gasp in horror. "Hermione!" She shrieked. "You can't not eat! Merlin!" Susan's voice faded as she disappeared into the kitchen.
"No wonder you look a wreck!" Ron exclaimed.
"Thank you very much!" Hermione spat irritably.
"Sorry," he mumbled, which she didn't hear. He sat down next to her, making his own son fuss. "Now don't you start," Ron scolded Edgar, setting a finger to the boy's mouth. "See, you're fine," he said when Edgar eagerly began sucking on Ron's finger.
"Wow, you're like some miracle father," Hermione said, looking down at the three month old baby who's hair was as red as Ron's.
Ron smiled proudly. "He likes his papa, don't you?" He gently jiggled his son's belly, making the baby smile. "That's my little guy!"
"Doesn't he just look so much like your dad?"
"Aye, but he has Mum's nose," Ron commented. "It's showing more and more every day." He was right. Edgar did have Molly's short, plump nose.
Hermione looked at her own son. She swallowed a forming lump in her throat. Her son looked nothing like her own parents. There was nothing in any of his features that would remind her of the family that she had lost.
With a loss of control, the tears flowed like a river after a flooding rain. Her family was lost forever. The Obliviation spell she had cast was irreversible. She had done it with the intention that she was never going to survive the war. At the time, it had seemed like such a far fetched thought with how strong Voldemort's side had been. And she knew her parents would have been targeted. She did what was right. She had done it to her uncle and his family too- just to be safe. It was always better to be safe than sorry.
But, at times, she had almost wished that she hadn't survived the war. Sometimes, it felt like she was living for nothing. Especially after she and Ron had broke things up. Life without love was lonely.
"Here, Hermione," Susan held a plate of food up to Hermione's nose.
Her stomach growled at the delicious aroma. "Thanks, Susan." She forced a smile, taking the plate of roasted chicken and healthy sides, and looking away uncomfortably when she noticed Susan's wary look.
"Are you okay, Hermione?" The witch asked worriedly. Susan eyed Scorpius who had mellowed down into whimpers, no longer actually crying or screaming.
Hermione nodded quickly and devoured her meal. They sat in silence, Ron and Susan watching her eat.
Ron held out his finger to Scorpius to see if he would grab a hold of it. He did, but it only upset Scorpius more. He kicked his feet, jabbing Hermione in the arm. His face was all scrunched up and red.
"At least now we know it runs in the blood," Ron said, focusing his attention back to Edgar.
Finally, after practically placing her nipple in the infant's mouth, Scorpius relaxed a little and ate. But he was still unhappy. He whimpered nonstop. His eyes were shut, squeezing out tears.
"Hermione," Ron took her hand into his, squeezing it softly.
Hermione wiped away her tears in haste. "Hmm?"
"It'll be alright," he whispered. "You're already a great mother, I can see it. He's just..." Ron trailed off, glancing down at Scorpius. "He's a Malfoy. Aren't they always difficult to handle?" He slightly smiled. "Take a moment to breathe, and don't blame yourself."
When she nodded and didn't say anything, he stood up. "See if that bloke will come and help you with his... responsibility."
"I want to check the law first. I need to see if there's a way out..."
"A way out? You're going to forbid him his child? Have you read the paper this morning?!" Ron actually looked upset by this. "Hermione-"
"I only want to make sure that I get my rights too," her voice was quiet.
Ron nodded. "Alright, but-" he looked away, purposely busying himself with Edgar. He cleared his throat. "Malfoys care a lot about family, Mione... and well, they are really wanting to see him. You better find a way fast," he said warningly. "Malfoy's father was a bit... well, upset would be putting it mildly, and Malfoy- Draco... he refused to say much. Said he'd like to talk to his son's mother before he was going to give any comment on the announcement of his heir. Malfoy was very..." Ron shrugged, trailing off, as if embarrassed on what he was about to say.
"See for yourself..." Susan spoke up, conjuring up her copy of that day's Daily Prophet and holding the front page of it. Hermione couldn't take her eyes off the picture. Draco looked as terrible as she felt. It was like he had been the one that had been up all night with a fussy baby, and hadn't had much time to eat, sleep, or do anything at all. His usual, fluffy, styled hair was a mess; not at all different from what Harry's always looked like. His eyes were dark and baggy, and he sported the most depressing look she had ever seen him do. Even worse than the one he had had at Crabbe's or Professor Snape's funeral (yes, she attended their funerals. She and her friends had attended every war victim's funeral).
"I'm not saying to trust him," Ron said reasonably. "But you know Malfoy... Does that look fake?"
"And look at Lucius," Susan pointed a finger to a different photo. Like, Draco, Mr. Malfoy was a complete mess, but more in a frenzy. He kept glancing at his wife who was linked around his arm, which she patted in an effort to calm him.
"Get that out of my face before I beat you with it!" he snarled at a particular reporter who had the camera up too close.
"We hope to hear from Miss Granger soon. That is all you'll hear from us today," Narcissa Malfoy said stiffly, before leading her husband to the apparation spot in Diagon Alley.
Hermione swallowed hard. Ron was right. This wasn't fake. The Malfoys were stressing just as bad as she. And, even if it were for different reasons, their tension could be eased simply.
Or so she believed.
* / *
"Master needs to eat."
"I told you, I'm. Not. Bloody. Hungry." Draco covered his head with a blanket, trying to block the morning light from piercing his eyes. His gut was torn up. If he ate anything, he was sure it'd reject it in a heartbeat as soon as the food hit his stomach.
It had been a full day now since he sent his owl to deliver the letter to Granger. He had received her reply by that day's evening. Her words had made him more upset- if that were at all possible. It sounded like she was blaming him for this whole thing. It was not his fault that the wizards supported keeping the wizard family names alive. Besides, he thought he was being decent about the whole scenario. If he had been his Father, the boy would be in his possession already.
And Father made sure to express it enough to him.
Draco took his Mother's words to heart though. This was his thing to handle. All Father could literally do was bitch about it. And it was driving the man mad. For once, there was a family issue that he had no control of.
And, for the sake of his child's mother, Draco wasn't about to go the route his Father wanted him to go. "Press charges, son," Father sneered the previous night before bed. "You need to show her that you're in control- not her. She can't take away our heir like that! She has no legal right to him!"
But Granger had moral right to Scorpius. And Mother agreed, scolding Father for trying to get Draco to do what he wanted.
"This is Draco's thing to handle," Mother told him gently. "He did not ask for your advice, as rotten as it is," she muttered the last bit.
"That baby is a Malfoy!" Father spat, shaking his cane in anger. "And he should be here- with his real family!"
Draco remained silent, biting back a spitting of his own. Granger was Scorpius' family too. Why didn't Father see that?
He had exited the room then, fearing he would start a fight with Father. He learned early in life not to argue with Father. To be honest, if Father hadn't gotten himself reined up with the Dark Lord, Draco may have taking his rubbish advice on this problem, but now he knew that his Father's choices weren't always the best. He'd rather take his Mother's peaceful advice and try to work with Granger on this shitty situation they were in, rather than wands a-swinging, like his Father was more interested in doing.
The world saw him as an arsehole, he was really wanting to prove that he wasn't. He may have the legal right to charge Granger with a crime, but it wasn't the correct way to handle this.
Still... Her response to his letter had been disappointing...
'Malfoy-

You'll have to forgive me for not wanting to put my faith into your words. Before I wave a white flag at all in your direction, I plan on researching this barbaric, idiotic, completely ludicrous law that deems it okay to take a child from his mother! I will not be made into a victim, and I will find a way to have proper custody of my child without having to marry you - because that's never going to happen. Ever.

-Granger'
Who said anything about him marrying her? Now that the Pureblood nonsense was out of the way, he could marry for love. He could marry whoever he wanted. Granger may be the best in bed, but that did not mean he loved her, or that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
That's when Mother filled him in on the full details of the law. It was no wonder Granger had been disturbed with the thought. He practically shuddered himself. As of right now, she could force him to marry her.
They were both in charge of each others fate now.
"At least eat some toast," Mother's said coaxingly, walking into his bedroom.
"I'm too sick," Draco moaned. Not meaning to sound as pathetic as it came out to being. He just felt like rubbish.
"Did you write her back?" Mother asked, sitting at the end of his bed, tapping his moving legs. He had not noticed that he had been wagging them until she had touched him.
"How do I reply to something like that?!" He sneered. "I can't even fathom how we're going to be able to do this." Draco folded his hands behind his head. "She thinks I'm out to destroy her. Merlin, I knew it was a mistake that night." He closed his eyes. It was the best mistake he had made, though. That's what he body told him every morning.
He grit his teeth in annoyance and shifted his weight, turning his back on his mother. He'd be embarrassed if his Mother noticed his sudden growth.
"Oh, Draco," Mother breathed. "It pains me to see you this way..."
"I'm fine," he grumbled.
"Respond back to her, son," Mother ordered him softly. "Show the girl that you have changed."
Draco grunted. "She won't believe me!"
"Then show her."
"I don't know where she is."
"But Preetea does," Mother said a bit mischievously.
"Yes, so?"
"A great potioneer as yourself has never used a locator potion?"
"Locat-" Draco flew out of bed. "By Gods, Mother! You're a genius!"
Mother smirked. "I know. Good luck." She left the room then, her work done.
Down in the dungeons, Draco had busied himself over a potion that Severus had helped him start up.
"I doubt it's going to work with Granger, Draco," Severus had warned him when Draco had explained what he was going to do with it. "Congratulations, by the way," he had added carefully in his hushed voice.
"I swear I didn't plan it," Draco grumbled.
"Your son will be brilliant- if he has even half the wits that his parents have."
That made Draco smile. "He will, won't he," He said proudly.
"One hell of a Know-It-All..." the portrait drawled in amusement. "I'm with your mother on this though," he said seriously. "Lucius is smart - until it comes to his family, then... his senses seem to go out the window. Granger is not the type of girl to sit around and let someone dictate her life."
"And she's also one that finds her way out of every bloody problem she has..."
"Exactly. I'd suggest not pushing her at all..."
"Do you think I could convince her to allow our son to be raised as he should be?"
Severus' left eyebrow rose up. "After all that she has been through, regarding your family, you'll have to do some severe convincing. Begging more like."
"Begging...?!" Draco was repulsed by the word.
Severus scoffed. "Figures you've never had to beg before."
"You have?!"
"Every man has at least once in their life time."
"Well, not me!"
"Have a happy life being alone then, boy. I tell you, speaking from experience, it's awfully lousy..." Severus walked out of his portrait then.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Begging... heh... Not a chance..."
Five minutes later, he swirled one of Preetea's feathers into his locator brew, turning it from yellow to white.
"I heard that you were going to find Granger," his Father inquired, stepping up beside him. "That potion isn't going to work."
"I'm going to make an effort. The worse that can happen is that it'll turn up blank."
Father hummed to himself in thought. "If you do happen to get this to work-"
Draco sighed in annoyance. "Do you honestly think that works? Must you insult my skills every chance that you get?!"
Father smirked. "If you do happen to get this to work," he began again, as if he had never been interrupted. "Then you should bring this along." He took off the amulet from around his neck (that was still glowing with a warm heat). "Put it around the boy's neck if you see him."
Draco held out his hand to receive it. "Does this mean you're going to tell me about the curse?" He looked at it, wondering why it was so important.
Father eyed at him warily. "I'm not sure if you are ready to hear the specifics..."
"Merlin, Father, I'm almost 26 bloody years old! I think I'm mature enough to hear about some bloody curse!"
Father straightened up, and took a deep breath. "Are you sure? Your life is about to drastically change, son..."
Draco shook his head in confusion. "Can you not speak in riddles?! You're not Dumbledore!"
"I suppose you ought to know... but, if I tell you, you should know that this is unavoidable, alright? This is going to save our bloodline. No longer will we have to stress about our name dying. It will flourish like the grass and weeds in the month of May. Do you understand how meaningful this is to us?"
Draco nodded eagerly, more curious then ever about the subject. He set aside his potion, and sat down, gesturing his father to actually start his story.
"Long ago, we were obviously much more prejudice against the muggleborns than we are now. There was this muggleborn girl, Anne Marie Green, she fell in love with Septimos Malfoy. He was your Great Grandfather. He found out about this, and publicly humiliated her for it," Father paused, a sour look came to his face.
Draco stirred in his seat, waiting for him to continue, not daring to say something. Whatever had happened must have been horrid.
Father pursed his lips and went on, "He stripped her of her clothes, sneering 'Do you honestly expect me to love a filthy body like yours?! I'd not even touch you in such away if you were the last filth on Earth, witch.' He then..." Father closed his eyes. "He disfigured her... So not even another muggleborn would even find her attractive enough to breed with."
Draco swallowed down a lump of vile. "That's disgusting..." He'd had never done that to anyone; not even to a muggle.
"Anne Marie Green did not get over that episode- who could? She went down a dark road after that, learning all sorts of Dark magic, presumably looking for one that would devastate Septimos. When he had gotten married to the finest looking witch of that era, children came by the bundles, each one dying at birth... After the sixth child, Anne Marie Green approached him one day-
'How do you feel now? What is it like to be unable to produce the heir that you so rightfully must, else you'll lose everything?'
'You did this?!' Septimos was outraged. How dare a muggleborn curse him! He had meant to kill her, but she apparated away quickly, laughing very much like your Aunt Bellatrix used to.
One day, several years later, Anne Marie Green came back again to Septimos, disarming him before he could even curse her.
'I am sorry to hear about your wife-'
'You did this to her!' He had shouted. 'This is why! This is why we hate you!' You steal our magic- and - and torture us with it! She would not have killed herself if just one of those babies had lived!'
'Perhaps you speak the truth. Your wife was not a bad person, Septimos. I have wronged her, and I will never forgive myself for that, but I can never forgive you neither.'
Anne Marie Green had planned to end the Malfoy bloodline with Septimos by not allowing a single of his offspring to live. When his kind wife had died though, she did not think it was fair that she had gone through all that suffering, and wanted to make up for it. She told Septimos that if he wanted his name to carry on, he would have to remarry and he'd have a son, allowing him to live."
"Why didn't she just lift the curse?" Draco asked.
"She couldn't, but she told him that all he had to do was marry her and the curse would be lifted once she bore his son, but he refused- his pureblood was too important to him.
This, of course, didn't make her happy, and she spoke the following words,
'My only crime was loving you

I did not deserve the pain you gave me

All you did was act like a shrew

One day you will learn, maybe
That we are not all filthy

And even though you think differently

I still can't help my love for you Septi

It is not because you are wealthy
Or for your blood of pure

I don't know why I love you so

I only wish you'd have called me dear

But now I have to let you go
I can not lift the curse

Perhaps one day your blood will see

And maybe it will disperse

Half and Half, Fifty, Fifty
When only a son decides on his own

That we are not as nasty as you say

Once the child has fully grown

Lots of sons and daughters, on your way
Take this amulet, watch it glow

The curse will be lifted, congratulations

On that day then you will know

My spell is gone, salutations.' "
Draco and Father took their time, soaking in on the words. "How is this going to effect my life?"
"Before Anne Marie Green departed, she told him that the Mother and Father of the half-blood heir would be brought together by the help of the amulet and the child."
"So Granger and I-" Draco thumbed the silver chain that the amulet was strung on. "We'll be... bonded?"
"You likely already are..."
"How would you know for sure?"
Father cocked up an eyebrow. "Have you been with any other witch?"
Draco shook his head. "Well, one, but, I tell you, Father, it wasn't a grand time..."
Father nodded, a blank look on his face. He sighed then. "There's no avoiding it, son. When a magic bond happens- you're out of control..."
Draco snorted. "I know that!"
"Good," he said approvingly.
"Father, why must Scorpius have the amulet?"
"It belongs to him. Anne Marie Green gave Septimos her most treasured item. It was a replica of her animungus form- or so that's what was speculated. It was also rumored that the name of the boy would be-"
"Scorpius..." Draco whispered. "Because of the shape..."
"Yes..."
"So Granger really didn't choose his name- it was the bond."
"Precisely, which is how you knew his name."
"Extraordinary..." Draco whispered astonishingly. Even being born into the magical word, it still fascinated him on how powerful magic could be, and how it really worked on its own.

Review Responses from previous update:
Anon: I think he's sincere :)
cpetnm: Yes, the stress is definetely not helping!
pickles: Draco should meet him soon! :)
nari-chan: I'm very curious too, haha, wonder what my mind will do to these two...
Trelweny: Narcissa is my fave character in this story, hehe. By now you've read her response and more about the curse :)
Obrten: Can't say I'd trust Draco much either, lol
ilariasantaniello: Direi che hai ragione . Ci sarà probabilmente scintille - quelli indesiderati , ma saranno lì solo lo stesso .
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