Blind Spot Book 3 When The Past Won't Die

PROLOGUE: Two years earlier

Draco sat in his den staring at the freshly delivered Daily Prophet. The headlines read: Power Couple Expecting Second Child.

The moving picture showed his love standing next to her husband. She smiled and waved as a blonde hair, silver eyes toddler clung to her leg. He was the spitting image of his father. Did she know? How could she have? No one would dare tell her that her child did not look like her husband or accuse her of anything that alluded to how this child could be born to two parents that showed none of these traits. His thoughts flashed as he relived the moment that lead him to where he was now. He never regretted that promise, not once, until the day he first laid eyes on his son:

As they walked down the aisle, she concentrated hard, trying to take in every detail. She wanted to remember this. Suddenly, Draco removed his arm and she snapped back into reality. He smiled at her, bending down, he kissed her on the cheek and whispered into her ear. "Oculus Lacer," the room went dark. She let out the breath that she had been holding in. She was blind again. Permanently blind. It was an irreversible curse and she wanted it. He had refused her at first, but she threatened to call off the wedding. He finally agreed, but only if she went forward with the wedding. It became her promise to him, but it wasn't enough, she wanted more. She already had his heart, but now she was asking for his soul. She wanted him to give her away. Literally. He argued every excuse he could think of, but she was smarter and always had a better reason to go through with it. He hated her. How could she ask him to do this? She begged him, telling him it was the only way to make sure he was the last thing she saw. It was the only way she could marry someone else, by pretending it was him.

He wanted so badly to just take her out of there, but he had made a promise; an unbreakable vow to Potter. He had promise to stay away from her. He had sworn to give her a chance at a happy, normal life. He had to do it. It was the only way to prove that he loved her. It was the only to make Potter see that he wasn't just using her. Knowing the man Draco was, Potter made him swear on the only thing that he loved more than himself. Potter made him swear on her life.

Coming back to his senses, he scanned the picture. His eyes watched as she waved to him. He knew she wasn't really waving to him, but it made him happy to think she was. The sparkle of her wedding ring reminded him of the metal door that had once held her captive. When he first realized that it was his ring being put on her finger, he had tried to stop it. He did everything he could, but the witch paralyzed him. She used a binding curse to hold him in place. Did she know what she was doing? Of course she did. He had told her. She knew the curse. The ring would never come off. Never. Not until the body it was attached to turn cold. He knew why she did it. It was her way of telling him that she was his and would always be. And his vow was his way of saying the same thing, but would she ever know?

Chapter 1

(Home of Harry and Ginny Potter)

"Harry! Harry Potter! Where the hell are you?"

Harry rolled out of bed to the sound of his wife screaming. "Jeez Gin. If I wanted you to be screaming my name you would be naked." He rounded the corner and came face to face with Draco Malfoy, whose face was as red as Ron's hair.

Ginny laughed, "No dear, I've told you before, I'm not into PDA (public displays of affection). I like to save that kinky stuff for private times."

"Um hmm." Draco cleared his throat. "Really Potter, and here I thought, you didn't like to share. You, after all are suffering from only child syndrome."

"You should be one to talk about that Malfoy. Unless I'm mistaken, you are the last of your bloodline."

Malfoy's face turned bright red. "Don't you dare-"

"Gin, can you excuse us for a sec. Draco and I have some men things to talk about."

"Men things?" She raised an eyebrow. "Men things? Draco Malfoy, if you are here to talk to my husband about men things, as in penises, I will have you know he is very happy with women things. My women thing."

It was now Harry's turn to turn red. "Love, you know what Draco meant. Guy's stuff."

Her eyebrow shot up again, "Guy's Stuffs?"

"Gin! Get your mind out of the gutter!"

Ginny laughed. "Okay. Okay. I was only joking." She walked away, only to turn around before rounding the corner, "I'll be in the bedroom." she said with a wink. Harry gulped hard and straightened his pants.

They waited until they heard the door to the bedroom close before either of them spoke. "That was a low blow Potter. You know as well as I do I have an heir. Regen didn't get his good looks from that Weasel."

"Regen is Ron's son. Ron is the only father he has ever known."

"Really? Whose fault is that?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, "It was mine, but it was for the best."

"Who's best? Hermione's? Mine? Ron's? Or was it for yours?"

"How the hell did I benefit from this Malfoy?"

"How did the rest of us benefit? Poor Hermione, imagine being stuck with a giant walking, talking, cherry lollipop for a husband."

"Hey. Cherry is my favorite….and I bet hers too, now." Harry was smirking.

Draco's eyes darken, "And poor, poor, Ronny, had to have his best friend trap a wife for him."

Harry walked over to where Draco stood and met his eyes, "Shut up Malfoy. If it wasn't for me, you would be in Azkaban or dead."

"So? I might as well be both." Draco snared, "Which brings me to why I am here."

"Why do I get the feeling this isn't going to be good?"

"I never claimed to be the good guy Potter. That is your role."

"What do you want Malfoy?"

"Tsk, tsk Potter. I thought we were friends."

"Friends don't threaten each other."

"This is not a threat, but touché. Friends don't do what you did to me either. I just thought I would even up the playing field, so you can have your perfect ending. Like the ones in the books, where everyone lives happily ever after."

Harry was furious now. "What the hell are you talking about?"

A worried voice came from the bedroom, "Harry, everything alright?"

Harry turned to face the hallway, "We're fine Gin."

Draco smirked at him. "Let's take this conversation elsewhere, perhaps, my manor?"

"Fine, just give me a second." Harry excused himself, to tell Ginny he was going out for a while.

As Harry was leaving the bedroom, Draco entered, leaning casually on the door, "Don't worry Mrs. Potter, his virgin ass will be still intact when he returns."

She scolded and threw a pillow in Draco's face. "Careful Gin, Potter might think your coming on to me."

Ginny snorted, "As if, Draco."

Draco glided, like a predator stalking prey, across the room towards the youngest Weasley. "Really? Do you know how many women would die to be in your position right now, in a bedroom with me?"

Giggling, Ginny picked up more pillows and threw them at him, trying to block his path. Just as Draco was about to reach his prey, suddenly, Harry Potter was standing in front of him. His facial expression was enough to let Draco know that it was time to stop. Draco patted Harry on the shoulder, "Harmless fun, mate. Just trying to spice up your sex life," Draco winked at Ginny, "giving her a real man to think about in bed."

Harry eyes met his, for the second time that night, "There's nothing wrong with my sex life. And I am more than enough of a man for her."

Draco looked over to Ginny and shrugged. "Suit yourself love, but never say I didn't offer." He slid past Harry, over to Ginny, kissed her on the cheek and left the room.

Harry shook his head and wiped the kiss off of Ginny's cheek with his sleeve. "Jerk." He pressed his lips to hers and whispered, "Wait up for me. I won't be long. I promise it will be worth it."

Draco and Harry flooed into Malfoy Manor. Draco went straight to his den. Harry followed. Draco grabbed a bottle of fire whiskey and two cups. "I'm not here to socialize, Malfoy." Harry blurted.

"Believe me Potter; you're going to need this." He filled the cup halfway and handed it to Harry. He poured himself a full cup and sat down.

"Now….what I want is not something that is not especially extraordinary or unattainable, not by you, the boy who lived." He took a slip. "It is something that is rightfully mine. I just want it returned to its rightful place." He took another sip. "I believe you owe me this much."

Harry drank down half his cup. "Spit it out Malfoy or quit wasting my time."

Draco laughed. "Your right Potter. Why beat around the bush." Draco downed the rest of his drink and threw the cup into the fire. "I want my son."

Harry coughed hard. He had to spit whiskey out, to stop from choking. "What?"

"Did I stutter, Potter?" Draco eyes met Harry's again. "I want my son."

"You don't have a son."

Draco stood up. "Really? So, you think it was some sort of miracle that Hermione gave birth exactly nine months into her marriage? Or, are you really stupid enough to believe that someday Regen's head will spontaneously turn into a cherry and freckles will burst out of his every pore?"

"Malfoy, it really doesn't matter what I think. Hermione-"

Draco smiled at the mention of her name. "Hermione…. is the other option."

"What? ….Other option?"

Draco smirked. "Yes. Unlike you, I would like to give you a choice."

Harry stuttered, "Let me get this straight. You want me to help you get Regen or Hermione?"

"No. I want you to get me my son or my wife."

"He is not your son! She is not your wife!!"

Draco made his way to the bar, grabbed another cup and filled it. "Do you know what Regen means?" His back was still turned to Harry. "It's German for rain. Why would she name her son after the rain, Potter?" Harry was confused, but Draco didn't care. It was his turn to gloat, "I know why. Do you want to know, Potter?" Draco offered him a refill. Harry shook his head and place the cup down. "It's because every time we were together, it rained." Harry closed his eyes, trying to block out the conversation he had almost three years ago with Hermione. Draco smiled at Harry's discomfort.

"Okay, so what if he is your son. He is Hermione's too. You would take him away from her?"

"She can have more…. I can't."

"Why can't you? Are you sterile-?"

"As if Potter. There is nothing wrong with me, but he is my first born…and….the only child I will ever created out of love." Draco paused..."I loved her Potter....I still do....and you took her away...you took them both!"

"I'm sorry Malfoy. I really am, but can't you just-"

"No, I can't just-- anything. She wears my ring on her finger. My ring, not that ginger headed freaks. And now I have to watch her play house with him, while he raises my son!"

"Malfoy, think about what you are asking me to do."

"Did you think about what you asked me to do?"

Harry sat down on the couch. "Yes, I did, Malfoy. I know you hate me, but please, try to understand. She's my best friend….so was Ron. How could I stand by and let her throw away the five years they spent together? How was I supposed to know how deep her feelings for you were? I thought she was confused. I didn't know. I swear I didn't."

Draco's eyes begin to water. "It doesn't matter anymore. What's done is done. And now you will get me one or the other."

Shaking his head, Harry asked "How?"

"I don't know. I don't care. Just do it."

"What if I refuse?"

"Then, I will tell her what you did. I will tell Ginny what you did. I will tell Ron. Can you live with Hermione hating you? What will she do when she finds out it was you who trapped her? Or Ginny? What will your beloved think of you, when she finds out what you did to her best friend and brother? And what about when Ron finds out that his wife married him against her will? A marriage based on lies? …. The choice is yours Potter. I know I can't win in this, but you won't either."