Hello, hello, hello! After taking another long hiatus I'm back again.
You may say to yourself, "I've seen this story somewhere before."
That is because not an hour ago, I deleted the old version, and uploaded this new and improved version.
Personally, I like this one better.
It's not even really all that different, just more complete.
Anyway! I'm rambling. Onward and forthward!

Jumper

Temptation's Angel

Disclaimer: I don't own anything... Get over it. I did.

I'm running. Blindly running through the halls. I know he's behind me and I know he has things to say. He's already said more than enough. I just keep running all the way to the Astronomy Tower and as soon as I get there, I realize my mistake: not only is this our spot, but I am cornered. I feel like I have no other choice; I've wanted to do this for years but never had the strength. He's almost all the way up the stairs. I climb up onto the ledge; I can hear him now. He's coming though the door. I turn to look at him and I'm almost tempted to come down when I see him standing there with tears streaming down his face. I hear him scream out my name, telling me not to do anything either one of us is going to regret. I don't know what else to do. I know how he feels but I can't take this anymore. I whisper his name, turn, and fall forward arms outspread. I'm falling now. The ground is coming closer and I can smell the grass. If I know him as well as I think I do, he's already half way to the ground waiting to catch me and tell me that everything will be ok. But nothing is ok now. I've beat him to the ground. I've managed to turn over onto my back and just as everything is going black, he's over me, holding my head, telling me that it'll all be ok. "Hold on," he says, "We'll get you help."

I shot up in bed, almost screaming. I must have disturbed him; he must have been wrapped tightly around me. He loosened his grip and looked at me with those large, childlike brown eyes with bright red curls hanging down into them. He was always so beautiful this time of night.

"Draco? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, love. Go back to sleep. I just had a bad dream." He tightened his grip on me again.
"Oh, Drake, not another one, huh?" He looked so scared for me then.
"No worries. Everything's fine."
"What was it about this time? It's the 4th one this week, you know."
"I know. It was about that night in the Tower. When I fell."
"When you jumped." He corrected me.
"Yes, when I jumped."
"Was it like when it really happened?"
"More or less."
"Are you going to be ok? Do you need anything? Do you want me to get you something? Do you need to go to the hospital? I think I'll call Poppy. I think she'll be awake now, don't you?"
"Jeez, when did you turn into mum?"
He just laughed. "I'm just worried about you. I don't want you to get sick again."
"I'm not going to get sick again. Stop worrying." But I was worried too. He was right, that was the fourth time that week. "Though, maybe you should call Poppy, but not now. In the morning."
"Are you sure you'll be alright until then?"
"Yes, mother. I'll be just fine. Go back to sleep."
"Are you positive you don't need anything. You know I'll get you anything you want."
"All I want you to do is stop worrying and go to sleep."
"Fine, but, if you need anything, be sure to wake me up and tell me."
"I promise. I love you, Ron. Thank you." He then settled down around me, and softly fell to sleep. The sounds of his gentle breathing eventually lulled me to sleep as well.
The next morning I awoke to find that Ron was already up and making breakfast in the kitchen. The smell of eggs, pancakes, bacon, and other delicious breakfast foods wafted from the kitchen to our spacious bedroom. I'm glad his mother taught him how to cook, my mother was really of no help, well, not after she was sent to St. Mungo's. My concern as of then was to get downstairs to get some of the formerly mentioned delicious breakfast food.
I dressed and made my way down the old iron spiral-staircase through the living room and the dining room to where Ron was cooking. He was standing over the stove making what looked to be like eggs sunny-side up. In a pan next to that was bacon and ham cooking in oil, and in another pan was a large pancake. It sizzled a bit, and I watched Ron expertly flip it over. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him and kissed him on the neck.
"Good morning, Draco."
"Morning," I mumbled into the crevice of his neck. I looked around and noticed a plate of bacon cooling on the counter. I reached around to take a piece, but Ron slapped my hand away. "Why did you do that? I'm hungry."
"This isn't for you."
"Who could you possibly be making all this food for if not for me? I'm a growing boy you know." I made my best puppy face.
"You are 21 years old. And no puppy face. This food still isn't for you."
"Then who's it for?" Just then the door bell rang. Ron wiped his hands on his apron then took it off and put it down on the breakfast table. He started walking to the door and I followed behind him.
"My family is coming to eat with us. My father said that there was something very urgent he had to tell us. He said it mostly concerned you; he wouldn't tell me what it was about." I followed him all the way to the foyer, where he put on a his most charming smile and opened the large French doors. Now, when Ron had said that his family was coming to eat with us, I expected to see the whole Weasly clan standing at our front door, so I was rightfully surprised when only Mr. and Mrs. Weasly and a very pregnant Mr. and Mrs. Weasly Potter were waiting to come in. "Mum, Da, how are you?" He said with a cheerful tone. It was a little too cheerful for me. I could tell he was worried.
"We're doing well. How are you boys? Staying out of trouble I hope."
"You know us, mum." I chimed in. "Always causing trouble."
Ron then directed his attention to Ginny. "You're looking wonderful, sis."
"Thanks, Ronnikins," she responded. Harry just beamed.
"Well what are you all doing standing out there? Come in!" Ron urged. They all filed in, Ginny slowly bringing up the rear. After we had made our way to the breakfast nook, they all sat down and I helped Ron serve. When all the food had been given out, Ron and I sat down with the rest of the family. Molly smiled.
"So, Draco, when can Author and I be expecting our seventh grandchild?" I laughed nervously. Thankfully, Ron spoke up.
"We're not exactly ready for children, Mum."
"Well, if not now, when? You've already been married for over two years. I mean, Ginny and Harry have only been married for six months, and Ginny is already five months pregnant."
"Eight months, Mum." Ginny corrected.
"Hush!" Her mother responded.
Ginny just rolled her eyes. "Oh, get over it, mum. But really, Ronnikins, you'll love being pregnant. It's great fun minus the first three months of morning sickness." She laughed like she said something funny.
"What makes you think I'm going to carry the baby? Draco and I have already talked about this and we've said that when we're ready, he wants to do it." There was another long and more uneasy silence. Like no one could think of a single word to say in response. Ron stuttered for a moment and blushed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap."
"Well, that's alright, dear. Ginny, you should really learn how to control yourself." Ginny just sputtered in confusion.
Ron recovered quickly. "Da, wasn't there something you wanted to tell us?"
Mr. Weasly look a little uneasy. "Yes. I have an important matter to discuss with you boys."
I was getting apprehensive at this point. "Well, shoot."
He took a deep breath. "Draco, it was brought to my attention yesterday morning that in two months, your father will be released from Azkaban."
I could feel the color drain from my face. My father. Murderer, terrorist, Death Eater was being released from Azkaban. My veins had suddenly turned to ice. I don't think I had ever been so scared as I was at that moment. Ron must have seen my discomfort, because he got up from his seat and came over to me and delivered a comforting hug.
I took a deep breath. "Does Narcissa know?"
He took off his glasses and cleaned them thoughtfully. "No, we didn't know how it would affect her. Her state is so fragile these days."
"I know. I just thought maybe someone should tell her. I think she deserves to know."
"Perhaps you're right." He had put his glasses back on. "Perhaps it's time for you two to take a trip to St. Mungo's."