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Just Let Me Die	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 25097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any profit from this, as this is only written for practice.

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Chapter Seven – Nocturnal Emissions

Her long curly brown hair fell like a waterfall down her creamy skin. Her warm gingerbread colored eyes locked on his arctic gray ones. They darkened under hooded lids, her lips were plump and rosy from his kisses, and she let out sweet moans as she rocked her hips. He watched as her perky mounds bounced as ecstasy shook her body. Soon she was contracting around him moaning his name. The feeling was enough to push him over the edge into a cosmic release. She collapsed to his chest and he ran his fingers through her silky curls. He loved the way she felt against him, and a smile flitted across his face.

He groaned as he rolled over and reality returned. He opened his eyes to find his mother sitting in the chair next to him. She had her lips quirked in the familiar Malfoy Smirk, which only made him groan louder in frustration, “What is it?”

“I’m sure it was just a wet dream sweetie, and you’ll feel better after a shower. I’ll make sure we get a change of sheets for you; however I think they might release you soon. You’ve finally reached a healthy weight again, and apparently your healthy sex drive has returned,” she chuckled.

He gasped feeling the heat of blood rushing to his face, “Mum, that’s a topic I wish not to discuss with you.” He rolled out of bed and grabbed a change of clothes, “You’re my mother, it’s highly inappropriate to speak of such intimate details with one’s son.”

She smiled, “Whatever you say.”

He groaned slamming the bathroom door. He’d been in the hospital for at least two months. He thought with time, his trust, and mild attraction to Granger would lessen. However, he was wrong as he realized the opposite was occurring. He pounded his forehead against the shower wall and let out a sob. He didn’t deserve a woman like Granger. She was the type of woman to love and care for a man. If he even deserved a wife, which he highly doubted, it would be a cold hearted and abusive one. He’d done too many things in his young life to deserve anything more than that. Including raping an innocent woman and cowered as she was murdered before his eyes.

Hermione returned from her morning meeting with Healer Bagshot to find Narcissa sitting next to Draco’s bed chuckling. Mirth filled her blue eyes, and a smile lit her face when she noticed Hermione’s presence, “I believe my son just had an erotic dream. The first dream I witnessed that he didn’t wake up screaming. He woke up with a smile on his face. I think my son is starting to come back to us.”

“Ah, well that’s a step in the right direction. So, about the conversation we were having a couple of weeks ago. Well, I sent Harry to look for Eltanin and he found him at the orphanage where Rosy said he’d be. With everything that’s going on, I’m sending him to stay with my parents in Australia for a while. At least until after your husband’s release,” She took a seat on the end of Draco’s bed.

Narcissa’s eyes watered, “Do you think I can meet him before you send him away?”

Hermione smiled, “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of keeping him from his family any longer, but we need to focus on Draco, and we currently don’t have time to care for a toddler.”

“Do you think little Elty will be okay with your muggle parents?” Narcissa furrowed her brow, which marred her usually glamorous features.

She just shook her head and laughed, “They raised me silly. My accidental magic showed up at a young age much like Elty. Plus I will advise them of the whole situation. I’m sure that my aunt and uncle will be visiting my parents soon.”

“But what if they want to take the boy from us?”

“I’m sure that they’ll want to be in his life as he’s the only piece they have left of their daughter, however they will soon understand that he belongs in the Wizarding World more than the Muggle one.” Hermione wanted to continue with her explanation but Draco chose that moment to exit the bathroom. The boy hadn’t remembered the full extent of his relationship with Sofia yet, and they didn’t want to mess up his recovery by bringing up anything he wasn’t ready to face.

His gray eyes went from his mother’s tear streaked face to Hermione’s and back, “What’s going on? Why is my mother crying?”

“Oh, she was just happy to hear about my parent’s adopting and orphaned boy named Elty. She just really wanted to meet the tyke because she misses when you were young.” Hermione hated lying to his face, but how would he really react if he knew the truth? He’d fathered a child with her cousin while in captivity. They named him Eltanin Esteban Malfoy before Rosy dropped the bundle of joy off at a local Muggle Orphanage. Soon after Crabbe returned without knowing about the birth of the baby, and Sofia ended up dead. Rosy wasn’t present during that, so she didn’t know what happened, and Hermione wouldn’t know until Draco remembered.

He sniggered, “That’s a funny name.”

Draco was once again left alone in his room with his journal. He wasn’t sure why he was finding himself alone with his thoughts more often, but part of him was relieved. A month had passed since Hermione found him huddled on the bathroom floor. He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever sleep without a dreamless sleeping draught. He shook his head and tried to put his thoughts in order. He wasn’t able to shake that empty feeling of something missing combined with his overwhelming desire to be a father. Of course, seeing a pregnant Astoria Nott when she visited with her husband Theo didn’t help. He noticed all of his friends from Hogwarts except for Greg were married and starting families. Even the not so attractive Millicent had found an American Wizard to marry. Draco couldn’t help but wonder if the man was blind or if she was heavily glamoured when they met.

He marveled how much different his life would’ve been had he not been captured by Crabbe. Would he be married with a child? As he thought about it more, he realized that his mother and father would’ve been prancing him around pure-blood events hoping he’d meet an acceptable woman to marry. He shook his head, realizing his abduction probably only delayed that tradition. He was sure, as soon as, he got better his mother would be pressuring him into finding a suitable and well groomed girlfriend that he could potentially marry. His mother was getting older and if what Hermione said was correct, she was looking forward to being a grandmother.

His quill continued to scratch against the parchment in the journal. He was pouring all of these mental speculations and fears onto the blank pages. After everything he lived through during the past five years, what would an upstanding woman from pure-blood society want with him? He knew the gold diggers out there saw dollar signs when they looked at him, but he wanted someone who’d care for him and love him for him and not his money. He wanted someone who looked after him and cared for him, but what he desired and what he deserved were two different things. Hermione was someone he could trust, but he knew his father wouldn’t approve of him marring someone with high moral integrity but low blood purity. Sometimes he wished he didn’t come from such a prestigious family because then he’d be able to marry whomever he wanted. He’d be allowed to marry someone he loved rather than someone who’d have a positive effect on the family name.

Draco sighed as he felt the tears forming in his eyes. He couldn’t stop dwelling on the fact that all he’d ever be was a coward. He was not deserving of family, friends, or even his own existence. Maybe if he’d been more like Saint Potter in school, he’d be capable of obtaining the only thing he currently desired. After five years away from wealth and society, he realized none of it mattered. The gold in his vault didn’t stop Crabbe from keeping him in a pain filled, powerless, squalor. His family’s name, wealth, and power didn’t help or expedite the process of him being found. Hell, his father’s ties to the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord was what brought evil men like Crabbe Senior into his life. In the end, Draco Lucius Malfoy was nothing but a sniveling coward. He didn’t have any of the high moral fiber to save others, but what could one expect, when he couldn’t even save himself.

He slammed the journal shut, stuck the quill in its binding, and tossed it on the nightstand. His heart ached in his chest and the ache was overwhelming. It was as if someone was casting the Cruciatus Curse but managed to keep the pain concentrated in that specific spot. He could no longer hold back the tears or the sobs and the only thing Draco was thankful for was his solitude. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this. Flashes of familiar memories, he was cracking under the pressure of his sixth year in the bathroom, came to mind and much like that occasion he wasn’t alone for long. However, instead of having Potter walk in on such a private moment, it was Healer Goyle in his billowing lime green robes.

Greg cleared his throat, “Draco, how are you feeling?”

Draco looked away from him. He refused to allow another person see him in this state. He tried to quiet his sobs and disguise his voice, “I’m tired. I think I’d like my potion, please.”

Draco could imagine Greg’s brow furrow as he spoke, “Are you sure? You haven’t even had dinner.”

Draco cleared his throat, “I’m not really hungry. I really just want to sleep, and I’d rather not have nightmares.”

Greg sighed and walked around the bed until he was looking Draco in the eyes. His blue eyes pierced Draco’s mind as if he were performing a silent Legilimens, which reminded him of Dumbledore’s all-knowing sparkle. Draco threw up his mental walls just in case. He didn’t want his healer to see anything that was currently plaguing his mind. He couldn’t help but wonder what Greg would think if he knew the type of person he was. Would he give him a one way ticket to Azkaban for his crimes against humanity? He was a rapist and a murderer. How many of those muggle playthings had he killed with his bare hands? Greg waving his hand in front of his face brought Draco out of his thoughts. He realized that Greg had been speaking while he checked out.

“Draco, did you hear a word I said?”

He shook his head, “No, sorry. I’ve got too much on my mind and I’m exhausted. I don’t need a lecture, but I do need my bloody sleeping potion.”

“I fear you’re just trying escape reality, so I’m going to get you something to eat before I give you your potion. It’s not good to take that potion on an empty stomach, especially your stomach. The years of malnutrition and sleeping potions have taken their toll on that particular organ. It’s starting to heal with the regenerative potions we’ve administered, but for your health, I refuse to give you your potions until after you’ve eaten dinner.”

Draco groaned, “I see Healer Goyle is here instead of my friend Greg.”

Greg shook his mop of dark curls, “I’m both, and you know I’m treating you this way because I care.”

Narcissa sat in the drawing room in her manor. She hoped that the changes she’d made to the room would prevent Hermione from remember what happened in the room. She’d replaced the elaborate chandelier and kept the marble fireplace since the last time Hermione had been in that room. After the war and how dark Malfoy Manor became while the Dark Lord’s occupation, she decided to remodel. That room was the first room she changed to try and take her mind off of her missing son. In her grief she changed the color of the walls from the deep purple to a warm gold, hoping to bring some cheerfulness and rid the room of the horrible memories. She decided to go with more of a French Country style by adding more light and airy furniture. She replaced the rug that Hermione was tortured on by Bellatrix that fateful Easter Holiday five years prior with a white, yellow, and light blue floral one. She essentially turned her husband’s drawing room, into her new parlor. She had redecorated her old parlor to make it into a more masculine den.

Hermione and Harry were introducing Elty before their international portkey activated taking them to Australia. It was set to activate in an hour, and Narcissa couldn’t wait to meet the little guy, but she understood why he needed to stay with his Muggle family. It was safer and better for Draco. At the same time, she really wished he could move into the manor right away. She felt so lonely living in such a large place all by herself. Of course, Hermione had made a valid argument that while she was visiting Draco there wasn’t anyone to watch the boy. Also, introducing him to Draco when he was in such a fragile state of mind wasn’t a good idea.

The wards rang announcing their arrival. Narcissa watched the doorway to the room from the oversized white upholstered chair located near the fireplace. Harry and Hermione walked into the room as they flanked the little boy, each one of them holding one his little hands. She let out a small gasp as she took in the appearance of the toddler. He had similar coloring to Draco. His snowy complexion and platinum woven strands screamed Malfoy. The differences were that his features were much softer, he had chubby cheeks, sky colored eyes, and his hair fell in waves. She stood up from the chair and approached the boy, “Elty, I’m Nana Cissy. Will you give me a hug?”

The little boy’s heavy lidded eyes burst open as he let go of his guardians’ hands and ran toward her. He stopped right in front of her and tugged on her white blond locks. He pulled on his and spoke in broken French, “Our hair same.”

Narcissa learned French as a child. It was required as her mother Druella Black nee Rosier was from France. She repeated her previous sentence in French and the boy’s face lit up. He nodded his head and wrapped her arms around her. She picked him up and stared at Harry and Hermione, “He only speaks French?”

Harry shrugged, “He’s grown up in a French Orphanage.”

Hermione smiled, “He’s still young. He can still learn English. My parents speak both languages and will teach him English. It’s likely that his other grandmother will want to teach him Spanish, as well.”

She carried on a conversation with her grandson in French. Once he realized she spoke French he excitedly told her about his day. He tried to explain his encounter with traveling by magic. He was excited about the broom ride over the English Channel. When the hour was up, Narcissa reluctantly handed him back over to Hermione and Harry. She felt the tears fall from her eyes, as the portkey activated, and they disappeared from her sight. In just that short time, she fell in love with that little boy. She hoped that her son’s health recovered quickly because she wanted to wake up and see that child’s smile every morning. He was so handsome and reminded her of Draco as a child. She slumped in her chair as her body was racked with sobs.

A/N: I know that I skipped over the conversation with Rosy but frankly I didn’t want to have to write that story the way Rosy speaks. I admit I took the easy way out. I hope this chapter was up to everyone’s expectations. I know I’m quite the tease. It will probably be a bit before I explain what happened to Sofia, however it will be explained in a future chapter. Eltanin means the Dragon and is the name of the brightest star on the head of the constellation Draco. Draco doesn’t recognize the name because Hermione refers to him as Elty. If she had used the full name things would’ve fallen into place and Draco would’ve remembered. However, as we can tell Draco’s having a hard time with what he does remember. He’s not ready to remember that not only he had watched Sofia die; he’d watched the mother of his son die.
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