The Draco Malfoy Complex
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Plot based loosely on the TV series of Casanova staring David Tennant. I do not own the rights to this plot line although it was rather perfect for my story! Lol
Summary: Draco Malfoy. Womaniser. Defender of the dark arts. Slytherin. In love? Never!
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Present
Past
Authors note: This is just something I decided to attempt after watching Casanova the other night. If you like it – Great! If not and you think im destroying the two different stories then let me know and ill go with majority vote So enjoy and I hope to see your reviews!
Chapter One: The Beginning Of The End
Draco Malfoy groaned in agony as he attempted to turn over as he lay wide awake on his bed at Malfoy manor. He could just make out that it had just gone two a.m on the face of the grandfather's clock that stood on the other side of the room. Clutching his chest he pulled himself into a sitting position and slumped back against the headboard, eyes shut and torso heaving with the effort. He opened his eyes for a second and stared dumbly out of the French windows which overlooked the great lake at the back of the manor house and bathed in the silvery moon light he could just make out the figures of two people.
One he recognized instantly as the silhouette of his housekeeper, Mrs. Moore, who had until recently been nursing him as he lay sick and distressed in his room. The second silhouette however was not as easily recognizable. The frame was slender and youthful in appearance and Draco could see her gesturing wildly as if in amour with her surroundings.
Wheezing heavily after sitting upright for so long, Draco began to couth violently and in desperation rang the tiny glass bell placed on his nightstand by Mrs. Moore. Instantly he could see the two figures look directly up at the window of his bedroom and begin to hurry towards the manor.
Draco allowed himself to fall back against the pillows once again, coughing painfully. He hadn't felt so unwell since all those years ago… When she had been around to save him. But that was another time.
"Mr. Malfoy. Are you okay?"
Mrs. Moore bustled into his room that very minute, before he could let his thoughts slip into the past any further. He coughed again brutally and she fetched him a glass of water and slowly helped him to sip it. Once he had stopped coughing, she poured a vial of pale yellow liquid into the glass and he gulped it down, feeling its effect instantly. His breathing returned to normal and the pain in his chest lessened.
"Thank you" he murmured and Mrs. Moore nodded.
"This is Rebecca. She will be attending to your medical needs from now on as I have so many other things to attend to"
Draco, who had been pulling himself under the covers, glanced at the young girl standing nervously in the shadow of his housekeeper. She had large round blue eyes and a mane of chocolate hair, which fell poker straight to her shoulders. Draco cocked one eyebrow at her and smirked as he saw her blush slightly. Even at nearly fifty years old, he was still an attractive man. He had not lost any of his looks during his demise, only energy and health.
"I'll leave you two to become better acquainted" Mrs. Moore said briskly and exited the room.
The young mediwitch cleared her throat uncertainly and Draco smirked again.
"So, Rebecca, why, can I ask, does a fully trained mediwitch of obvious talent and serene beauty want to tend to an old infirm man?" Draco asked slyly and Rebecca frowned unsure for a second then spoke clearly and with assurance.
"Who better to tend to then the legend of the wizarding world" she replied and Draco frowned.
"Shouldn't you then be tending to Harry potter" he spat cruelly. Rebecca gave him a scornful look.
"You know very well, that it is you who has had so much impact of the magical community. You who has done so much for the economy, who fought Voldemort and who has loved so deeply I cannot imagine…" she answered.
"Unless of course" she added coyly, "I am tending to another Draco Malfoy?"
Draco raised an eyebrow, growing tired of the conversation and his past.
"No, no im afraid you have the correct one, Rebecca. However, as your job is to tend to me and not to question me, I'd appreciate a little peace and quiet" he whispered silkily.
Rebecca approached him, tucked in the edges of his bedcovers and rearranged his pillows. Draco could see at this position how very pretty he girl was and he spoke to her again, this time more gently.
"If you know who I am, then you must know my reputation"
Rebecca eyed him warily.
"I want nothing but to gain some experience in my area of study and-"
"And?" Draco probed.
Rebecca bit her lip.
"And I was wondering whether you might tell me your story. The story of how you fell in love. My aunt says its one of the most talked about scandals of all time!"
"My relationship with Ginny was never scandalous! It was the purest thing I have ever felt" Draco replied harshly.
"Silly little girls like you would never understand what I did or why I did any of it"
"Let me try" Rebecca interrupted him. Draco eyed her sceptically then sighed.
"Fine. Tomorrow I will tell you everything you want to know" he gave in and Rebecca smiled slightly.
"Good night Mr. Malfoy" she muttered as she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Draco lay there in the dark, counting the dragons that were embroidered on his canopy above his bed in order to fall asleep.
Soon he fell into dreams of wild nights, red curls and a laugh that could drench his spine in magic.
"Was she very beautiful? My aunt said that she was magnificently so"
Draco, who upon finding his chest to be a little better the following day, now sat upright in his bed, opposite a curious Rebecca, who had pounced on him with questions from the minute he'd awoken.
"Oh yes. She was so very beautiful. If a man ever tells you that it is impossible to love a women twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, then rest assured he has never met Ginerva" he replied softly. Rebecca sighed wistfully and then jumped as Draco snapped his fingers.
"Over there. That drawer. Bring me the envelope" he commanded and Rebecca did so, carrying the yellowing envelope over to the bed and placing it in his hands.
He pulled a couple of old photographs out from inside and handed them over to her without looking at them.
"She was so very lovely. Enigmatic, amiable and delightful with a torrent of red curls and chocolate brown eyes that could see through me in an instant. And I loved her" he described softly.
Rebecca glanced at the two photographs. One was of a striking girl of about sixteen laughing into the camera and blowing kisses. The other was of her sitting beside a lake, staring out over the rippling waters, lost in thought. She was everything he'd described her as.
"So how did you meet? The rumours say you hated each other?"
"Ah yes. Not rumours. We had a strong dislike for one another for the first five years of our acquaintance" Draco began.
"Ahhhhh!"
Draco Malfoy heard the scream as it pierced the incessant chatter of his fellow students as they bustled down the corridors of the Hogwarts castle, pushing to get to their classes on time as so not to lose any more house points. There were better ways to lose house points; mostly illegal.
Pausing slightly as the sound hit his ears, he shot a quick glance over his shoulder and saw almost instantaneously the source of distress.
Ginerva Weasley, the youngest and only female of the Weasley clan, had apparently fallen headfirst down the main staircase; books and quills flying everywhere. Draco saw her pick herself up and blush a deep puce shade as she spotted the approaching figure of Harry potter.
Saint Potter, Draco sneered, how he hated him. Lording over everyone and everything and treating that Weasley girl like dirt. He could see how head over heels she was for him and continued to lead her on in spite of this fact. Well, Draco thought suddenly, he wasn't about to stand by and let there be another embarrassment on the Weasley girls part.
Muttering a hasty enchantment under his breath, Draco saw the girl's bag mend, the quills unsnap and the ink dry up, safely back in their glass prisons. The redheaded girl watched her belongings mend with extreme surprise, but stood up straight and confidently just as Harry reached her. Draco watched her toss a handful of her red curls over her shoulder and flash Potter a bold smile and Draco felt a twinge in his chest. Startled he rubbed the place on his chest directly above the source of the pain, but it had gone, as suddenly as her smile. Harry, taken aback by her boldness and new found confidence, smiled and struck up a conversation.
"Oomph!"
Draco was pushed aside as a bunch of noisy second years shoved past him and when he turned around to watch the scene unfold at the bottom of the staircase his prey had disappeared.
He slung his bag over his shoulder and stomped off in the direction of the potions rooms, thinking how very easily he could manipulate the youngest Weasley now he had sort of lent her a hand. He was continuing in this line of thought, when he thought he heard his name being called. Looking over his shoulder quickly, he saw no one he recognized. Then as a group of students cleared, he could just about make out the figure of the youngest Weasley. She was looking directly at him.
"Why?" she seemed to mouth and Draco hesitated.
"Why not?" he smirked in reply and the girl grinned and skipped off to find Potter again.
Draco turned around again and this time made it to the potions room uninterrupted and rather at a loss to what had just occurred.
"That's so sweet!" gushed Rebecca as Draco paused in the middle of his story.
Draco shook his head sadly.
"No. The most stupid thing I could have done" he corrected and Rebecca frowned.
"I don't understand…" she began and Draco hushed her by raising his hand.
"If I hadn't of helped her then she would never had stood up to Potter and I would never have lost her to him" he explained and Rebecca was silent.
Draco closed his eyes and signed.
"It was still sweet though. I thought you said you hated her" Rebecca pushed playfully.
"Oh I did. I hated everything about her. Her family, her status, her bloody red hair. But the ironic thing is those things I hated about her were the things I wanted for myself" he elucidated.
"Except maybe the red hair" he grinned afterwards, running a hand through his blonde locks causing Rebecca to grin and roll her eyes.
"So vain!" she laughed.
"With every right to be" he retorted in jest and the girl next to him blushed.
"So anyway where were we…?" Draco asked.
"You had just helped Ginerva and were considering your love for her" Rebecca informed him dreamily.
Draco sent her a withering look.
"I believe this is my story so stop making up the ending" he commanded.
"Now then it wasn't until a week after the bag incident that I saw her again…"