LIFE IS MADE OF CHOICES
Author: Michella Mesquita - Micky
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Translator: Fabianne Paixão Xavier
Disclaimer: Some characters, places and citations are J.K. Rowling owned. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
T/N: This is a translation of an excellent (one of my favorites) fanfic called "A Vida é Feita de Escolhas." written by Mickky. She is a great fanfic writer who has written over 6 stories about Harry Potter. Some are Harry/Ginny and some are Draco/Hermione.
Life is Made of Choices has ten chapters but the story continues in LIMOC II, III and IV.
Chapter 1:
Draco wakes up. Shit! I'm late. He thinks. There goes Transfiguration Class. I'm lucky if I escape from a detention. Just me... the Head Boy.
Draco slept badly during the night. He and Hermione had one of those discussions. One more time… McGonagall had rebuked them. She had said that it wasn't acceptable two prefects fighting like that.
Still sleepily, he prepares himself to get up. He looks around and notices that the bedroom is darker than the usual. His bed seemed, somehow… bigger...
"Lumus!" He says blinking his eyes.
As the light flares on, he glares to the sides. Draco realizes this isn't his bedroom in Hogwarts!
Am I dreaming?No... I'm wide awake. He takes a second look and realizes he recognizes the place.What am I doing in my parent's bedroom? In their bed?
He gets up slowly still trying to get the drift of what's going on. There is no signal of his parents in the bedroom. Draco smells a faint trace of perfume on the pillow...
Where are my parents?...What am I doing here? No... I was at Hogwarts.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" He cries out without giving a thought.
In this moment, he hears somebody knock on the door. As he turned his head towards it a little Elf came into his view.
"Mr. Malfoy..."
Draco stares blankly at him.
"Your wife asked me to tell you she went to take a stroll." He said all at once like he was afraid of his lord's reaction
"Pardon?" Draco asks. He is petrified.
"I've told her that you wouldn't like it, Sir, but she said that everything was alright. And there are still three weeks until the baby's birth...
"What?" Draco demanded each time knowing less.
"She asked you to wait her, and said that she would come back in time for breakfast. Like usual" Said the elf leaving an almost paralyzed Draco.
"Ok!"- Draco cries out – "Blaise! Someone must be playing a joke on me! I don't find it funny!"
Nobody answers.
Draco pores around his parents' bedroom again. It seems the same. There is something different though. On the pillow by his side there is a perfume. A good perfume...
Draco opens up the wardrobe doors. In one side there are male clothes. The other side contains females. And absolutely those aren't his mother's clothes...
Draco leaves the bedroom.
Undoubtedly I must be going crazy.He thought while he strolls in his old bedroom. He scans around and get astonished.
What is going on? Where're my things?
The bedroom was totally changed. Now it is painted yellow. And instead of his bed there is a crib...
A …Crib?
Draco moves closer to touch it. The crib is wrapped with plastic. A sign that it wasn't used yet. He stops and then glares around. He opens up a drawer and see lots of baby's clothing packaged.
He was dizzy, and his head was sore.
I'm dreaming. I just must be...
In the dinning room the elf prepared the table for breakfast.
"Mrs. Malfoy had arrived already" The elf said more calm than he was before. "She just asked you to wait while she takes a quick bath."
Draco went to his bedroom and noticed the shower noise. He walks towards the bathroom and sees a female shadow.
"Just a minute. I'm coming." She says when realizes that he'd arrived.
This voice...Draco thinks striding to reach the bed. I know this voice...
From the bed, in the opened wardrobe, he sees a box. Draco stands up and paces towards it. The box is filled with photo albums. Pictures of him. Of him and ...
To be continued
T/N2: I would like to thanks Stephanie Lester and Emily Taylor for their support. You guys have my eternal gratitude!
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