Summary: When Gage Marseille leaves a spell over his castle years before Draco Malfoy's time period, things become more complicated then Draco could've ever imagined. Not only does Draco get himself into and out of trouble many times, he faces the choice of his life time. He can spend the rest of his life with a woman he once believed was his soul mate, or he can follow his heart and fall in love with the woman he's destined to be with. His life depends on a door and green light. What he chooses depends on what he believes.
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Disclaimer: Everything in this story you reconize from the popular Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling. Everything that doesn't belong to her, surprisingly, belongs to me.
Author's Note: Before I start this entire story, I want to say that Nicole Plimt in this story is NOT suppose to be the same Nicole Plimt from Life or Death. Though same name and past, she's used in a different way. So Draco and Nicole have NO idea who the other person is until they meet in the third chapter. Other than that, Enjoy!
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"Draco!" Pansy Malfoy yelled, banging on the bathroom door.
"What?!" Draco answered, opening the door. He stood there, a towel around his waist.
"We're going to be late! The ball is in an hour and you're not even dressed yet!"
Draco wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, "I'm sure I can be ready soon, Pansy," he mumbled, kissing the tip of her nose.
"But Draco...we can't be late!" Pansy said, taking his arms away from her waist, "And I refuse to be rushing you!"
'Well,' Draco thought, 'that's new to me.' Draco sighed as Pansy told him to 'get dressed and hurry'.
It had been about 2 years since Draco Malfoy have graduated Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In those two years, Draco had managed to marry Pansy Parkinson, become an Auror and be able to keep his father in Azkaban. Tonight, the Ministry was having it's annual 'New Year's Ball'. Draco still couldn't understand how the muggles could be so afraid of 2000. Then again, those wizards could get drunk again and do what they did last millennium.
Draco pulled on a pair of black dress pants and a white button up shirt. Staring at himself in the mirror, he debated on slicking his hair back or not. 'It'd be like old times' he mused. Before he could decide, Pansy came into the room, wearing a midnight blue dress; with her blonde hair half way up.
She said, as she slipped her shoes on, "Draco, come on, we have to go now,"
Draco looked at her, eye brow raised, "Now? Why now? We could just..."
Pansy sighed as Draco once again wrapped his arms around her waist, "We can't, Draco. If I'm late--"
"Your boss will think less of you. I know, I know" Draco said, disappearing. Pansy followed.
---Ministry of Magic: Ball Room---
"Draco! Draco, over here!" was the first thing Draco heard when he appeared in the ball room at the Ministry.
Putting on a smile, taking Pansy's hand; Draco answered, "Evan, how are you?"
A man with gray hair neared Draco and his wife, a glass of wine in his hand, "Aye, I've seen better days. Evening Mrs. Malfoy"
Pansy smiled at Evan, "Evening to you too Evan," then she turned to Draco, "I'm sorry to leave so soon, but I have to find Mr. Mann..."
"Of course," he said, kissing her cheek before she left.
Evan grinned, "So....you and Pansy doing good?" he said as Draco walked to get a drink.
Draco hated it when people butt into his personal life. To him, none of it concerned anyone but himself and Pansy. "We're fine, Evan,"
"Bloody hell, I've got no idea how you lot can act in love like that. Me and the Mrs. are like cats and dogs"
Draco snorted, taking a drink from his cup, "I'm sure she'd love your comparasion"
Before Evan could respond, there was a loud bang from the North entrance to the ball room. Both Evan and Draco's eyes snapped to the door. Screams erupted through out the room and a dozen Auror's darted forward to the large amount of Death Eaters spilling into the room. Draco and Evan pulled out their wands, joining the Aurors.
"Pathetic Aurors you have, Moody," said the leader of the Death Eaters. Moody had took up his old job as Head Auror 3 years ago.
"No more pathetic than you," he spat back, his wand raised.
Without warning, a spell was casted from a Death Eater, and pandemonium broke out. Battles started too. Penn, a short female Auror, was battling four rather large Death Eaters. Evan and Rocher were standing back to back, sending curses at the death eaters circling them. Draco himself was faced with a burly Death Eater. He couldn't see his face, but the voice sound familiar.
"Crucio!" yelled the Death Eater, hitting Draco in the chest. Dropping his wand; Draco felt pain wash over his body. Tears streamed down his face, he nearly bit through his lip trying not to scream.
"Not enough pain for you Malfoy?" the voice said, raising his wand once more. As the Death Eater sent another Crucio spell at him, Draco ducked; the curse soaring over his head.
"Tarantallegeral! Wingardium Leviosa!" Draco said, wand pointed at the Death Eater. The man slowly rose into the air, the spell forcing his body to dance.
"You can do better, Malfoy. Acco!" the Death Eater yelled, Draco flying fast up to him. Draco grabbed the hem of the Death Eater's robes.
"Let me down!" Draco snapped, his hands already slipping against the cotton fabric.
The Death Eater smirked at Draco. Before Draco could fall, the Death Eater disapparated; taking Draco with him.
When the two appeared in a dark, cold dungeon; Draco's hands finally gave away. He felt a sharp pain when his head hit the concrete floor. Blood spilling out of the side of his head, Draco caught glimpse of a tiny green light; spilling in from a crack under the dungeon door. The light created a small glow against the gray stone floor. Draco watched the light, before the pain was too unbearable and he fell unconscious.
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