Prologue

Disclaimer: I own nothing of J.K Rowlings or her Harry Potter, but I do like to play in her world whenever possible!

Author's note: The Missing peices is my first HP fan fiction. This plot has been burning rubber in my brain for sometime now, and I decided to give it a try and at least attempt to do the characters justice. I hope I do it well. Read and Review darlings!

He never meant to fall so hard.

He sometimes wondered how he had let it happen, of all people, how he had let it happen.

His placid grey eyes focused on his wife through the darkness of their room, sleeping soundly, her warm body and soft limbs pressed against his.

Draco Malfoy sifted a free hand into his hair, resting his elbow against the wooden headboard of their bed, too sick with his thoughts to wrap up in her and let sleep disolve his worries. Worry. It was never an emotion he had been too familiar with. He had never lost sleep over things he knew he could never change, but as it was, here he was, wide awake, dread sitting in the pit of his stomach, refusing to leave for the third night in a row.

Glancing at the digital numbers over his shoulder, he frowned at the time. This coffee that his wife had introduced him too, was probably the only thing getting him through his days, other than knowing he was coming home to her every night. He stole another glance at her, now sighing heavily in what he knew was her dreams. Draco had done just this for the past three nights, sat up, feeling his insides splitting in two, and watched his beautiful wife sleep soundlessly, unaware of the lies and the deceit that she lay with every night for the last four years.

He never meant for it to happen. He had fought it from the moment she had wandered into his reckless life, but in the end, as always, he ended up getting what he wanted, and Nora Adair just happened to be it. Draco placed a finger on her jaw, brushing a coil of her chocolate colored hair off of her creamy skin. He couldn't help the smirk that grazed his lips. She had been a force to deal with from the very day he had crashed his car into hers. The woman could barely understand how he had managed to lose control of his car, when he had been simply pulling into a spot next to her own vehicle. Nora had done more than shout at him until he was red in the face, she had pressed her finger into his chest, stomped her foot in a most indering way, and wondered out loud where his stupidity came from.

He had never been treated with such little respect before in his entire life. He couldn't help the smirk slowly twist into a slight grin. He should have hexed her really. It wasn't everyday he was called a 'bloody idiot' more than ten times, his space invaded more than he liked, and let it go without even drawing his wand to do some kind of damage. Draco swallowed an immense urge to laugh and pulled his tired body and mind out of bed, away from the warmth of his wife.

The morning was creeping into the small home, attacking the shades drawn over the windows, with bright and warm vigiliance. Draco walked the hallway, his bare feet chilled from the hardwood floor beneath him, his hands forced into the deep pockets of his black pajama pants. He walked down the stairs, and upon reaching the second level, headed for his office. He was hoping to concentrate on work, knowing that sleep was not going to come, and was opening his laptop, when the door to his office opened. Nora was leaning against the frame, her arms crossed over her chest, a sly grin painted on her mouth.

" Can't sleep again?"

Draco took in the sight of his wife, suddenly thanking merlin he had been stupid enough to drive the damned muggle contraption into her in the first place. Her hair was a mess, curls lying across her shoulders, dipping unto her chest. Her straight fringe of bangs lifted slightly over her heavy eyes, her curiosity with her husband evident in them as she moved into the room and took a seat across from him.

" You were snoring again, Mrs. Malfoy"

Nora grinned. " You know I don't snore. Drool maybe, but never snore. I'm far too lady like for that."

He felt a thump in his chest when she smiled, and than laughed, the feeling shooting to his gut, were his nerves and worries were collecting again at the sight of her.

" Lady like?" He leaned into his own chair and watched her pull her bare legs under her. She was wearing an old t-shirt of his, one she had claimed for herself after they had moved in together, much to his own protests. It hadn't mattered where he hid it, however much he wore it, or even when he manged to strip it off of her mid argument over the damned peice of clothing. The shirt, his shirt always found it's way back to his wife. The slytherin crest, now clung to Nora's chest, and had Draco's blood pumping a little harder, a little faster, while a familiar heat spread to his abdomen, and rose into his chest at the sight of his wife, looking all the more dangerous bound by the body of a snake. She sat across from him, smiling, all too knowingly. He couldn't have warded off a smirk even if he tried. " I've never known you to be lady like, love."

Nora shrugged." No, I guess not." She was searching his face now, taking in his tired, anxious features. " Are you going to tell me whats wrong?"

He cocked his head. " Besides the fact that my t-shirt looks better on me?"

Nora shook her head, but kept her eyes on his. They were rimmed red, blood shot. Putting up a well rehearsed front as usual. " Don't be silly hun, you know it looks better on me, or the floor, which I'm assuming is where you'd rather it be right about now."

Malfoy touched his nose with his finger, tapping it. " Smart woman I married."

" Yes, very smart woman, but I doubt it takes intellect to see that something is going on with you." She sighed, recognizing all too well his willingness to keep her in the dark, even when she tried her hardest to pull him out of his own mind. " Please Draco...just tell me."

Draco continued to stare at her, her features now lightening as the sun soaked through his window. " Beautiful woman as well."

Nora frowned. He watched definite flecks of irritation pose a threat to him in her eyes. " Malfoy."

He watched her get up from the chair, the slytherin shirt skipping across the highest part of her thigh. Her hands found his face when she stopped in front of him, her fingers finding their own way into his white blond hair, while her eyes met his stormy gaze with concern. " Tell me."

He lost the will to meet her almond eyes for too long, scared she would see him for what he really was. Instead he pressed his forehead softly into her chest, explanations and questions he couldn't answer burning holes in his mind. What was he to tell her? What could he say? That he had been lying to her for the past three years? That he was only beginning to really see how he had been lying to himself for the last thirty one years of his life? His hands skimmed across the soft flesh of her thighs, than made their way under his shirt, to her hips, where he felt her quake under his touch. He didn't know what to tell her, how to explain. Would she understand? He knew that everything would make more sense to her, his odd actions, his abnormal questions, and offbeat answers. But he knew that things making sense, her husband making sense, had never been important to Nora. If it had, she would have never agreed to marry him. No, none of it had ever been important to her. Truth was important to her. Honesty was a constant within her. He was convinced the woman would have made one bloody grand Ravenclaw.

Draco lifted his head slightly than and stared into the head of the snarling snake, it's length wrapped around the emblem of slytherin. Once he had worn the badge with pride, and never questioned what his house represented. He had defended the name slytherin, defended his beliefs and morals, and mocked anyone who dared drag his house through the mud. He had done what was asked of him, as a Malfoy, but more importantly, as a slytherin. But now, as he met the crimson colored slits perched on the head of the reptile, he knew, after everything he had sacrificed, it was mocking him, mocking his choices, mocking his life.

Mocking his muggle life. The words still crept under his skin, even after six years, and caused his head to bow in regret and quick to follow, the familiar feeling of disgust and shame.

Nora slid into his lap than, leading him away from his thoughts, and giving him a welcome escape for the time. His hands automatically swept across the small bump hidden under his t-shirt. He lifted his head to stare at her, hoping that she would understand what his silence came with. She bent her forehead to touch his, a small nod accompaning her affection for him. " Not now?"

He shook his head, and leaned into the hollow of her neck, where he kissed her collarbone. A shiver blazed through her curved body, banishing his sentiments further from his mind, and pulling her closer to his cool skin. " Not now."

Nora nodded, pushing her hands though his hair again, placing her lips against Draco's temple.

" Come back to bed than?"

Draco shook his head, brushing his hands softly across the ever expanding skin of her stomach. " I really can't sleep, love."

Her face lit with another sly smile, as she stood before him again, letting her lips drift softly over his, until she forced a small groan from his mouth. She smirked at him, when she pulled away, feeling his protest as she headed back towards the door of his office.

"Who said anything about sleep, Mr. Malfoy?"

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