Disclaimer: All characters are owned by JK Rowling, except for Tonya. Although if Miss Rowling wanted credit for her, I would be more than willing to sign her over. In trade for Draco Malfoy of course. (;

Gruesome Surprises

"Babe," twenty year old Tonya Malfoy entered the tiny one bedroom apartment that she shared with her husband of only one year. Her lips always curled into a giddy smile as she thought of that word, husband, and he still made her heart thump in uncontrollable speeds when he looked her way. "Did you pick up the milk on your way home from work like I texted you?"

Texting; she scoffed, waiting for his smirky reply. Texting was something he absolutely hated to do. It's a muggle's lazy way of communicating, he always complained. Muggle; her head shook, and she chuckled to herself as she thought about it. She met him when he was only eighteen years old: bruised, bleeding, cut, torn, and near death. At eighteen years old she had been scared out of her mind – never before had she seen something so frightening, something so… so… so horrendous. Shuddering as she remembered the state she had met him in, she smiled back to the day he told her he loved her.

It was an odd day. Only three months after they had met. She knew he was a wizard – although, admittingly, she first thought that he had hit his head too hard in whatever battle he had just been in; he explained to her about a war… something about an evil dark wizard named Lord Voldemort who had tried to kill a boy named Harry Potter. He told her stories about a school called Hogwarts, and he explained his whole life story to her. She stared at him with widened eyes, and wanted to laugh in his face. But his eyes… his eyes were what stopped her. So much pain mixed in with so much fear. He seemed so vulnerable that she found her eyes watering.

Now here they were. Two years later; happily married and living a life that his former enemies had never thought possible – the second the war had ended, Draco Malfoy disapparated to America. He didn't have to hide because the war had ended, but he didn't want to see anyone he knew from his past. He met an American muggle – eighteen year old Tonya Bruhn. The golden trio was beyond shocked when they found out. Now that had been a funny day…

"Draco," she giggled. They were sitting against each other at a little table in a coffee shop. His fingers were gently circling her knee, occasionally pinching it every now and then. "Draco, stop that!"

Grinning against his girlfriend's ear, Draco whispered, knowing how much his breath usually caused bumps to take over her skin. "If you want me to stop then why are you giggling?" this time was no different. A smug grin took over his ghostly pale skin as he felt her body shiver under his fingertips.

"We are in a coffee shop," she reminded him, trying to ignore the flame burning in the pit of her stomach at the movements.

"I know, love!"

"Draco!" she hissed at him. He was being really unfair right now. He already knew she had a weakness for his British accent; which she was so fond of, that she would ask him to talk to her until she fell asleep. But for him to call her love; something she knew all British guys called their girlfriends, but found the way he used it to set her insides into a complete meltdown mode – this just wasn't fair.

"Fine," he chuckled, knowing the effect his pet name for her had. "Fine alright Tonya. You win! I won't caress you under the table in a public coffee shop."

Eyeing him suspiciously, Tonya simply just picked up her iced vanilla latte, and nodded her head. "Thank you."

Draco couldn't help but to grin at her. When they first met, he had appeared out of nowhere near his death, and she turned the corner. Freaking out, like she tends to do a lot, she tried to call for help, but he stopped her. He didn't want the muggle police to find him in such a state. They would want to know his name, and he was too weak to confound anyone. So instead she took him back to her apartment, and tried her best to heal him on her own. It took a whole month for him to heal, and another two months for him to admit how much he loved her. She was different the muggle-borns he was forced to go to school with. She didn't judge him for being a Death Eater; even after he explained what that was to her, and she didn't turn him away for being a Malfoy. He told her about everything he and his family had done, but she still loved him back.

Now here they were six months after meeting. Neither of them had any idea that in exactly four months from now, they would be married. Something neither of them would ever regret. Soft blue eyes met icy grey. He always teased her that her eyes made her look like she was always lost in a day dream somewhere, but she always only smiled, kissed him softly, and told him that she prayed she never woke up. She was nothing like the girls his mother had always wanted him to be with. Or his father. Both his parents wanted him to marry Pansy Parkinson, but three quarters of Hogwarts had her. Not to mention, she resembled a pig nosed pug; reminding him of an ugly mutt that walked into a door, smashing up its face.

Tonya was different in her own sense. Her hair was naturally supposed to be black, but like most muggle girls, she put in streaks of different colors. Whereas most girls added in streaks of gold she added in gold, white, caramel, and teal. It was the teal that always threw him off. Whereas most muggles with her hair style – the odd colors, and reaching just below her shoulders – would have more than one piercing, she simply enjoyed having just one tiny sun yellow diamond in each ear. She did however fancy other parts of her body to be pierced, such as: a tiny hoop in her nose, a ball in her tongue, and a simple diamond in her navel. Sitting on her lower stomach, she had the muggle Hello Kitty icon, along with a couple of stars right behind her right ear. She preferred comfortable clothing to what society would prefer a young beautiful girl her age to wear. Such as today, she wore simple black colored rubber slippers, simple blue jean shorts, and a simple plain black t-shirt; his t-shirt nonetheless. She was the simplest girl he had ever met, but she was nothing near just simple. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoys didn't fall in love with simple.

"What are you thinking of?" the soft yet silky voice entered his mind, pulling Draco out of what he knew would be another mind battle against himself.

Smiling, he placed his lips on the deep sunken in dimples that laughed at the corner of her mouth. "How much I love you."

Blushing, Tonya felt the butterflies in her stomach trying to force their way out of her stomach, so they could kiss the handsome British wizard she loved so much. "I love you too."

At eighteen years old you shouldn't know what love is, especially when you've only known them for six months. Even more so when you meet them right after they tried to kill thousands of people, or were currently in hiding from their ex-friends who wanted to kill them for betraying a psychotic dark wizard who was now supposed to be dead. Love wasn't a word you should speak, or a feeling you should know. Love shouldn't be a thought that haunts your every breath. When you're eighteen years old, love shouldn't even be in your vocabulary. But she loved him. With everything she had to offer, which of course wasn't much.

After she got to know Draco she learned that he was very wealthy; one of the richest wizarding families in the entire wizarding world. It shamed her. Not just in the beginning, but even now. She didn't have as much as he did. Draco grew up in a mansion, and she grew up in a tiny two bedroom house. Draco had money thrown at him to grant his every wish from the day he was born, and she's been working from when she was only fourteen, just to help her parents pay the bills. Draco would never have to work a day in his life, and she was working two jobs. Malfoy Manor would be his once his parents died, and she was living in a rented tiny rundown, broken one bedroom apartment, with water that was never hot, and lights that always flickered. Draco had everything in the world, and she had nothing to give him. Besides her love.

All her life, Tonya had been known as the girl who couldn't keep a relationship – or even a guy in general. They would always get what they want from her then leave the next morning. From what Draco told her, he was also that type of guy. Not the one who would be left of course, but the guy who would take what he wants then forget the girls' names the next morning. In the beginning she was scared that he would do that to her. Her heart felt funny the night she found him bleeding on the streets; a feeling she had never known before, and she was scared that he would take what he wanted from her then leave. But it never happened. He took what he wanted every morning, and every night. And occasionally every moment in between, but not once had he left her. In the nights she would always be too nervous to wake up the next morning, fearing that he would be gone. But once her sleep leaves her, she would feel his arms wrapped tightly around her before her eyes even fluttered open. And he's always smiling down at her, telling her how much he loves her peaceful state when she's asleep. He continues to remind her how much he could just hold her in his arms, and watch her sleep for eternity. Some nights he doesn't sleep at all; he just watches her. It was hard to believe that he loved her as much as she loved him. Especially since they've only known each other for six simple months.

And it didn't help that Draco Malfoy was anything but simple. He was the type she never saw herself with for so long; the bad boy type with the bad reputation. But unlike all the bad boys she had ever known, he was more pure. Minus, of course, the people he had killed, the curses he had flown, and the things he had seen, and done, but other than that… he was pure. His virgin ears remained untouched, while his snow white hair hung over his eyes – she often teased Draco that it was his hair that made him seem dangerous. When he threatened to cut it though, she immediately stopped. Tonya loved running her fingers through his hair, and watching the way his lips would part as she did so. He claimed that only she could take his breath away with such a simple touch. His skin was as pale as a ghost; although she had never really seen a ghost, and couldn't compare it, he promised her that the ghosts he knew were almost the same color as him; pale to the point of being practically translucent. His eyes were no longer sunken in, so his pointed face stood out beautifully in a crowd. Because he was no longer living in the wizarding world, and she had assured him that she loved his death mark so he didn't have to hide it anymore, Draco would always wear short sleeved shirts, hugging his chest tightly to show off the eight creases hidden beneath it, along with his bulging muscles. He played something called Quidditch, which had helped with that – something Tonya thanked god for every day. His death mark was simply passed off as a tattoo, and a very hot, dangerous tattoo at that. On the inside of his left forearm he had an upside down snake, curled into itself with a skull as its tail.

"You're staring again," Draco teased her.

Grinning, Tonya wouldn't allow herself to be embarrassed for being caught staring. "Well it's mine to stare at."

Chuckling, Draco shook his head knowing full and well what his flying hair was doing to his girlfriend. She actually cried when he threatened to cut his hair. Her obsession was guys with long hair. "And you get all pissy with me whenever I say that you belong to-" he cut off.

Seeing the fear in his eyes, Tonya turned around; curious as to what could scare Draco Malfoy. "What is it babe?" she asked him.

His eyes landed on them; four of them. What the bloody hell are they doing here? Their eyes stayed focused on him as well, just as confused as he was. Possibly even more so… he could practically read their minds… what the bloody hell is Draco Malfoy doing in California, sitting in a muggle coffee shop, linking his fingers in with a muggle? Nervously glancing over at Tonya, he saw she was quick to recognize the four of them. He had to chuckle at that. He's described them to her only once, although he spoke of them a lot in his stories of his past. She was always reminding him of Granger in a way though; in a smart-bookish type of way.

Tonya instantly recognized who they were. Why Draco feared them right now… she was confused. But she knew who they were. Emerald eyes behind circled glasses, unruly ebony hair, a lightning bolt scar on his forehead; Harry Potter. Ocean blue eyes, copper hair, freckles; Ron Weasley. Caramel eyes, curled caramel hair; Hermione Granger. Cinnamon hair, sky blue eyes, freckles; Ginny Weasley. She saw that Harry and Ginny were holding hands; while Hermione and Ron did the same.

"Is that… is that Malfoy?" choked out Ron.

Nodding her head, Ginny started walking over towards them. "Let's say hi."

"Ginny," Harry yanked her back. "What are you doing?"

"What?" she asked, pulling her hand away from Harry's before rolling her eyes, "Oh c'mon you guys. The war is over, and he helped us in the end… remember?"

"What are they doing?" his voice came out more in a squeak then he had planned it to.

Gently nudging his leg with her own leg, Tonya gave Draco a stern look, "Be nice Draco."

"Hullo Malfoy," Ginny smiled politely as she approached them.

Scared to disobey his muggle girlfriend, Draco politely nodded his head, and smiled back. Yes; smiled. Not smirked. "Weasley," then nodding his head over at the golden trio who looked as if they were waiting for him to do something illegal, he smiled again, "Potter, Granger, Weasley."

"Granger?" Hermione choked out in shock. He wasn't calling her Mudblood?

Noting the fear in Hermione's eyes, Tonya's own eyes moved over to the girl's forearm. The words that Draco's psychotic aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange, carved into her were still there. "Would you guys like to sit with us?" she offered, quickly moving her eyes away.

"Thank you," Ginny beamed, instantly taking the seat nearest to the kind girl who just offered them to sit. "I'm Ginny Weasley by the way."

"Oh," Draco said, remembering that they had no idea who the American girl holding his hand was. "Right, sorry. This is Tonya Bruhn. Love, this is Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger."

"You're American," Hermione noted, taking the seat next to Ginny; leaving Harry and Ron to figure out which one of them would sit next to Draco.

"Yep," Tonya grinned, nodding her head. "Born and raised in California all my life. What brings you four to America?" she decided to ask.

There was suddenly a tension in the air as the four friends began to sort of shift around, unsure of what to say. "Well…" Harry spoke up, taking his role as leader, "We… umm… well see I'm a cop like, and well…"

"Cop?" she cocked a confused eyebrow. "Oh! You mean you're an Auror?"

Turning a bright shade of red, Harry nodded his head, "Yes."

"You know of Aurors?" Hermione gasped then turned to Draco. "You told her about our world?"

"She found me after the war," Draco nodded his head, already not liking where this was going.

"Babe," Tonya said, turning all her attention onto Draco, "Since they're still new to here, why don't you go up and order them some drinks?"

Nodding his head, Draco jumped to his feet, "Anything specific?"

Shocked that Malfoy was taking orders from a muggle without any hesitation, nobody said anything for a couple of moments. Finally, Ginny spoke up. "I'll go with you."

"Gin!" Harry gave her a hard glare.

Rolling her eyes, Ginny kissed her boyfriend's cheek. "I'll be fine."

Tonya gave Draco a head nod when he gave her a nervous glance. She wanted him to know that everything would be okay. After sighing, he allowed Ginny to link arms with him; confusing the golden trio, and himself, but he allowed it, and led her up to the line. Tonya looked around the table, and sighed at the scared glances the trio kept shooting at Draco and Ginny. She instantly liked Ginny; she was quick to accept the new Draco, before she even met him, but these three didn't even bother to hide their fear.

"He's not the same Draco," she said, breaking the awkward silence. "He told me everything. I'm sorry for your losses by the way."

"Thanks," said a glum Ron.

"What do you mean he told you everything?" asked Harry.

It was Hermione who asked, "What did he mean when he said you found him?"

"The day of the war," she started to explain. "I was walking home from work, and I heard this weird crackling sound. When I turned the corner I saw him lying there. He was almost dead-" shaking her head as the images returned, they all saw the way she winced as if in pain, "-Anyways, I found him right after the war. I took him home, and tried to clean him up. He refused to go to a hospital. Over the month of him healing, he would tell me about his life: being a Malfoy, being the son of a Death Eater, being a Death Eater, being a pureblood, the expected hatred towards muggles, and everything in between. He explained about Voldemort-" she saw the way they all flinched when she mentioned his name. Weren't they supposed to be the ones who never feared him? "And everything else. I know everything."

"So you know what he's done then?" questioned a confused Harry. This girl spoke like their world was nothing. Like Malfoy being a Malfoy was okay to her.

Nodding her head, Tonya took a sip of her drink, "Every torturing curse he's ever casted, every dark thought he's ever thought, every bad word he's ever spoken, every hex he ever flew, every person he's tormented, and everything else. I know it all."

"And… and you're okay with it?" Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Tonya sighed now. "Do I look like a witch? Do I look like I have a wand on me? Do I look like some American version of a Death Eater?"

"Err no."

"N-no."

"Absolutely not."

"If Draco wasn't one of the good guys, would he be sitting in an American coffee shop with me right now? Let alone an American muggle coffee shop? Drinking coffee? Holding my hand? Laughing? And would he have been so quick to jump to his feet and buy you guys a coffee or accept Ginny's arm? If he was the same Draco you guys remembered, would he be smiling right now?"

"I like her," Ginny smiled at Draco. She linked her arm in with his out of habit; something she always did with one of her own friends. She hadn't meant to do it, but once she did she expected him to shove her off of him. He shocked her when he accepted it though, and walked on as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Your girlfriend, I like her. How long have you two been together?"

"Umm we've known each other for six months, but we've been dating for three."

"Well I like her."

"Thanks."

Peeking over at his face, she saw him smile again. "Why didn't you ever do that in school?" she asked him.

"Do what?" Draco was confused. Then again the youngest Weasley always reminded him of a more vicious version of Luna Lovegood.

Chuckling, Ginny bared her teeth at him in an extremely wide grin, "Smile. You always had that smirk thing going, or a grunt. I've never seen you smile. Or laugh actually."

"Oh," shrugging his shoulders, he watched the line shorten. There was only one person in front of them now. "I guess I never really had a reason to smile before."

Nodding her head, Ginny understood what he meant. Well not really, she's always had a reason to smile, but she knew what he was implying. "I never got to thank you by the way."

"For what?"

"The war."

Stepping up to the counter, Draco gave Ginny an odd look. She couldn't have possibly known… could she? He made sure that nobody saw him return. "What do you guys like to drink?" he asked her.

"Ron and Harry will only drink black coffee," Ginny shuddered as if the thought offended her, "And Hermione and I aren't picky. As long as it's not black, and it's coffee."

Chuckling, he nodded his head. Smiling up at the barista, Draco ordered the drinks. "Can I get two black coffees, and two iced vanilla lattes?"

Looking past Draco, and at the table that Tonya was now laughing at with the golden trio, the brown eyed teenager grinned. "Tonya looks like she's getting comfortable, Draco. You sure you don't want to get her one more as well?"

"True," he said, not even bothering to think about it. Her coffee had almost been empty to begin with. "Might as well make that three, then."

"And you want your regular as well?"

"Thanks Billy," Draco grinned. Throwing the American money down on the counter, he led Ginny towards the corner, where they would now wait for their drinks.

"You come here a lot do you?" Ginny had never been so amazed before in her life. The guy behind the counter knew Draco's name, and Tonya's; it seemed almost like they came here all the time. He knew what they liked to drink.

Nodding his head, Draco smirked. "Every bloody day; coffee is her addiction. Now about the war… what did I do?"

"I saw you," she rolled her eyes. "After you guys ran away. Everyone was shouting about how the Malfoys ran out during the battle – once Harry revealed himself to be alive – which is really smart on Narcissa's part, especially since she lied about Harry being dead. The Death Eaters were searching for you three to kill. But then I saw you. Just as Nott was about to kill me, you killed him."

What did she just say? "What did you just say? My mum lied to Voldemort about Potter being dead? When did that happen?"

"When Harry gave himself up to Voldemort," Ginny's eyes went wide. "You didn't know?"

Shaking his head, Draco rubbed his forehead. "Once we returned back to the manor, I left and went back. It didn't feel right… leaving everyone behind. I had to do something. They didn't even know that I left. Once Voldemort was dead though, I left for good. I haven't seen anyone since, including my parents. I didn't know she lied for Potter. Is that why Voldemort thought Potter was dead when he returned to the school?"

"She lied for you," Ginny explained to him. She pitied him now. He didn't speak to his parents? He came straight to America right after the war? No wonder everyone thought he was dead. "Voldemort did kill Harry, but he came back to life – it's complicated, please don't make me explain – then Narcissa volunteered to check on him. She saw that Harry was still alive, and whispered to him. She asked if you were still alive, and he told her yes. He just saved you in the Room of Requirements by the way. So she lied to Voldemort, and told him that Harry was dead. She switched sides right then."

"She what?" his eyes were huge. Narcissa Malfoy? His mum? She was on the lights' side?

"It spared her from going to Azkaban," Ginny continued on, saddened by the idea of never really knowing your parents. "Harry vouched for her. Lucius was spared too. Something about him saving McGonagall-" when she saw Draco begin to choke on air, she shook her head, "- don't ask. But yeah, your parents are out. We all thought you died, to tell the truth. You disappeared, and when nobody could find you for four months, everyone just thought the worst. Both your mum and dad are going crazy, you know. They still ask for help in searching for you every now and then."

Draco's eyes didn't even water. He missed his parents. Both of them actually; he really did, but he was happy now - something he had never been in all his eighteen years of living with his parents or being at Hogwarts. "They wouldn't approve of Tonya," he shook his head. "I'm fine now."

"Draco!" Tonya shouted once more, realizing that there was no milk in the refrigerator. "Babe!" she was annoyed. He knew why she wanted the milk; it was to make his favorite cake for him. He had just gotten that promotion at his job, and they were supposed to celebrate. "Harry them will be here soon. And I can't make the cake without milk," when he still didn't reply, she rolled her eyes, walking towards their shared tiny bedroom. "Fine, I'll call Blaise then. Seamus always remembers the-"

Letting out a piercing scream, Tonya's eyes were already flooding the blood painted floor. Screaming his name over and over again, she couldn't move from her spot. Blood was everywhere. So much blood. He was wearing only his boxers; showing that he just got out of the shower, but he was drenched in his own dried up blood. His chest was ripped open, as if somebody sliced him repeatedly. There was just so much blood. His eyes; now lifeless were staring up at the ceiling, tears staining the corners, showing that he cried while he was murdered. She continued to scream his name over and over again. Her tears now mixed in with the scarlet painted tiles, turning them a light ruby color. So much blood. Everywhere there was blood: blood on the walls, blood on the ceiling, blood on the floor, blood on the wall. Blood – everywhere.

Except for one place.

Draco's body had been drained completely of his blood.

A/N: I'm sorry! I killed Draco :,( I know… I cried just while writing this chapter, but it gets happier. Not in the next couple of chapters, but overtime… I promise. If none of you had read any of my stories before, then yes… I am a huge Dramione fan, but I tend to write Draco with an OC. I promise you guys though; it does get better. Please review! I live on them. :3