Hello again. I just want to thank anyone who read my crappy first chapter. I know I left you in the dark but I really hope this clears a few things up. I'm still new to this and learning so bear with me. In this chapter, a few more things come to light and a new character shows up and steals Draco's heart. She's based off a friend of mine with the same funny name.

So anyways, thank you and if you review, I ask you to be completely honest. You can tell me my story is crap if you really thought it was crap. I'm not perfect, but I'll get better ;)

Disclaimer: If only I did own Draco Malfoy...

I. Our Hero: Harry made his way back up the drive leading up to his home. Luna was walking towards him with something cradled in her arms. When he got closer, he saw that it was a bizarre looking vase with moving swirls and dots on it's exterior. She noticed he was staring at it and quickly made to explain. "Wards away Wrackspurts, Harry, baby." She no longer spoke in her usual dreamy tone. Ever since she had insisted on moving in with Harry, she had a little more edge to her voice. A sexier edge that Harry didn't mind at all.

He grinned and shook his head. Behind Luna, the door to his - their - home was wide open, visible to anyone who passed by. It's glossy wood floors and vintage décor were all too familiar to him now. He and Luna shared an interest in Victorian-style, so they had gone with 17th century furniture that Luna had gone to the Muggle world to get. It was stylish, affordable, and comfy.

Walking in, he took in the hint of freshly baked cake in the air. And, indeed, when he made his way into the kitchen, there on the bar sat a large pound cake. Luna had spent all morning baking it. Harry was pleased that he had given in and decided to let her move in after all.

Harry looked up from behind the bar to see Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger coming towards him. They were being extremely careful not to kick any of the boxes that littered the floor. Ron's face gleamed at the cake Harry was so anxious to try, but Hermione shot him an annoyed look. "You've eaten five times today, Ron, and it's not even six o'clock yet." she reprimanded him. The look of temptation on his face faded into disappointment.

"Guys, I really appreciate you convincing me to let her move in. At first I thought it was kind of awkward to have a girl around, but it's a really good idea. And have you seen the cake? She cooks everything without magic!" Harry told them excitedly.

Ron grinned. "Oh yeah, mate," he took another greedy glance at the cake, "I bet it's gonna be great to have that parade around in practically nothing!"

Hermione punched him, hard, in the arm and glared at him. Ron howled in protest, rubbing his left arm.

"That's not cool, Mione, I was only joking!" he yelled. Harry had grown tired of their fighting and wished they would just kiss and get it over with already. It was obvious how much they wanted each other.

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest. "You wouldn't joke like that if Luna was around."

And as if on cue, Luna walked into the kitchen. She hugged Hermione, gave Ron a peck on the cheek, and walked over to Harry. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him dead on the lips. It got awkward when she slipped her tongue in and started moaning. Ron and Hermione exchanged nervous glances and looked away until Luna finally tore herself away from Harry. She looked around the kitchen, admiring the work she and Harry had dedicated all their time to since February. It was now mid-June.

"Oh, hey, you guys want some cake or" she pointed to the stove "I can make something else."

Ron licked his lips at the offer but noticed Hermione was still glaring at him. "Nah, we're good Luna. Thanks, though." he told her reluctantly.

Luna motioned towards the stairs. "Ready to tour the house? The bedroom is fantastic, we put a lot of effort into it mostly." Hermione and Ron nodded and followed behind Luna and Harry as they made their way up the stairs.

Framed moving photos were lined along the walls. There was one of Harry kissing Luna on the cheek and winking up into the camera; one of Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry at the Quidditch World Cup three years ago; a black and white picture of Harry as an infant with his parents; and one of Sirius, Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and Harry's father James, arm in arm outside Hogwarts.

"How did you get a hold of these older photos?" Hermione inquired, looking up at the photo of Harry with his parents. He looked back at the picture and smiled faintly. "It wasn't easy, I know that."

Luna and Harry stopped at the top of the flight of stairs and turned to face their guests. Behind them was a large loft-like floor. From left to right there was a white door with an antique brass knob, a large window to it's right, a large wooden door, with another window, and a small see-through door.

The white door with the brass knob was open: it was a large bathroom with a toilet, a sink with a large mirror overhead, a Jacuzzi bath, and a shower with a clear door. The black and white tiled floors were spotless.

Ron drifted into the bathroom, amazed. He could hardly imagine any of this in his own box-like apartment. Hermione, too, was impressed.

When they left the bathroom they walked into the room across it with the clear door. It looked like an art room; there were a number of odd paintings along the wall and a statue of Rowena Ravenclaw wearing an odd headdress. It was familiar to Ron and Hermione at once.

There was a gorgeous balcony just behind the statue. On it sat two lounge chairs; between them there was a small table and atop it, a Pensieve. "Sometimes me and Harry come out here and just reminisce…" there was a small hint of the dreamy Luna when she said that. Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulder and kissed her head. "Now we've reach the master bedroom." he said.

He tore away from Luna and was now standing in front of the wooden door, Luna at his side and Hermione and Ron behind them. He knocked the door lightly. "What's the magic word?" an airy voice asked.

Ron looked at Luna first because it sounded slightly like her voice, but he saw she was just smiling lightly. Harry hissed something in Parseltongue. After a moment, the door creaked open gently. Harry stepped inside and looked around.

"What the hell was that?" Ron asked in amazement. He looked around at the cream coloured walls. There were about two or three photos of Luna and Harry waving, winking, and holding hands. "It was Luna's idea, actually. Thought it would be sort of cool to have a password, like the one to the common room back at Hogwarts. It's kind of romantic, actually." Harry explained, leaning against the large king sized bed.

The duvet of the bed was gold and cream, matching the walls nicely. On either side of it, there were small steps to help Harry and Luna get up into bed without having to climb or struggle.

There was a large walk-in closet on the opposite side of the room. "Mine," Luna provided when she saw Hermione gaping at it. Girls and their stuff, Harry thought.

There was a crackling fireplace in front of the bed with a large flat screen television over it. This room had a balcony too, but there was no Pensieve on the small table between the lounge chairs. Just abandoned glasses of pink lemonade from earlier that morning.

"Wait," Ron said, stopping in front of the fireplace. "Luna can't speak Parseltongue, can she? How does she get in here?"

Luna's face lit up. "Great question. The "magic word" I use to get in is any word of my choice. It has to be slow and seductive, though." She threw Harry a longing look and turned away.

"So does Parseltongue turn you on or something?" Ron inquired. This subject intrigued him.

Luna blushed and shrugged. "I guess you could say that." Everyone laughed.

After a while, Luna and Hermione went to the kitchen to prepare dinner while Harry and Ron stayed in the bedroom, wondering around in the walk-in closet.

Ron opened a drawer and gasped. He had come across Luna's lingerie collection and was shocked to say the very least. Harry walked up beside Ron and picked up a lacy red thong, playing with it in his fingers.

Ron smiled mischievously. "How many times has she gotten into those?"

Harry was slightly awkward about confiding in Ron about his sex life, but told him anyways. "Ever sense she moved in? I'd say almost everyday. On the weekends…she doesn't even wear any."

Harry replaced the halfway there knickers and motioned for Ron to step out the closet. Once the boys were back in the bedroom, Harry closed his eyes and murmered what sounded to Ron like more Parseltongue.

At once, the lights went dim and Ron noticed in complete awe as the innocent photos of Harry and Luna turned into scantily clad shots of Luna, who was posing as a pin-up.

"Shit," Ron breathed. Harry chuckled and whispered something else under his breath. The room returned to normal at once.

"I've never seen magic so…sexy!" Ron exclaimed. He was shivering with delight.

"And it was mostly all Luna's idea. She's extremely talented, she is." Harry said, making his way out the bedroom with Ron in tow.

Before Harry could show Ron more secrets of the home, Hermione called them from the kitchen. "Come on boys, we made dinner!"

Ron and Harry raced downstairs, pushing and shoving each other playfully and took seats opposite each other at the table. Hermione sat next to Ron, Luna next to Harry. Before eating, Luna looked from Ron to Hermione. "Do you guys pray or anything before you eat?"

Ron laughed and shook his head. "Hermione's atheist. As for me, I don't know…but I usually don't do anything before I eat."

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "We're aware of that, Ron, you just dig right in." They proceeded with their delicious dinner of shepherd's pie and mashed potatoes. Ron recalled the tale of a disastrous date with Lavender Brown between large mouthfuls.

Occasionally, he took a sip of his wine and then went on with his funny story, much to Hermione's dismay. When Luna served the pound cake as dessert, Hermione merely poked it around with her fork and averted her eyes away from everyone at the table.

"…obsessed! Lavender is obsessed with me. I mean we haven't been together since our 6th year…apart from that incident at the bar a while back, but that-OW!" Ron frowned at Hermione who was nonchalantly picking at her cuticles.

"That's it. I'm done!" Ron yelled, throwing his napkin down on the table. He stood up, and stormed into the living room. Harry and Luna exchanged shocked glances and got up to follow him.

"Hey, Ron, are you okay? What happened back there, what did Hermione do?" Luna asked, concerned, patting him on the shoulder. He brushed off her hand and started pacing around the living room.

"Ron. Ron!" Harry shouted across the room. Hermione slipped into the living room, wine glass in her right hand. She eyed Ron disdainfully. Ron looked back at her, sneering.

"I'm sick of this! Every time I bring up Lavender or just happen to say something out of line, she always has to reprimand me like I'm some sort of child!" Ron complained, loudly.

Hermione drained the remaining red wine in her glass and set it down on the bar. "You're childish! You're so fucking childish! You actually think people like putting up with that?"

Luna stepped between Ron and Hermione, tears welling up in her eyes. "Stop it! Can't you two be mature about this?" she pleaded. Harry was confused. They always pushed each other's buttons, it wasn't a big deal.

Ron flopped down on the couch and put his face in his hands. Hermione stood her ground defiantly.

"It's not about Ron, Hermione," Harry said, calmly taking a seat next to Ron. "You two are in denial. You're crazy about each other!" he tried to laugh, to encourage the others to do the same, but Harry realized all too quickly that he had possibly worsened the situation. His laugh faded from his lips at once.

"You just don't get it!" Ron snapped at Harry. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"Ron, I'm sorry. I'm just joking-" Harry hesitated. He had no idea that Ron would cry over this fight with Hermione. Didn't they always mess with each other?

"Piss off, Harry!" Ron yelled. He got up and sped to the door. His face was almost as red as his hair. "You killed You-Know-Who and now you're our hero. Just great, now I bet you think you're hot shit?"

"What does that have to do with anything? Ron, you're not making any sense!" Harry called after him, but Ron had already left, slamming the door behind him unnecessarily.

Harry stared at the spot Ron had been standing in just seconds ago. He swerved around to find Hermione clutching her purse tightly in her arms. She left behind Ron without a goodbye.

"Luna…hold on a minute," Harry called out. Luna had rushed upstairs, sobbing quietly to herself. She reached the door of their bedroom, placing her open palms upon the door. "Open up, baby." she purred seductively through her sobs.

The door swung open to admit her, Harry close on her heels. "Hey, Luna, what-" Luna still continued to their personal bathroom, crying softly to herself. Harry beat her to the door and grabbed her waist. "Stop for a minute…here."

He held her gently in his arms, walking her over to the bed and taking a seat next to her on it. She sniffled loudly and started mumbling incoherently. Harry reached for his wand on the bedside table, keeping Luna upright by supporting her head on his shoulder. He pointed his wand towards the ajar bathroom door. "Accio Kleenex." A box of tissues came rushing towards him, stopping just an inch away from his face. He grabbed a few tissues and wiped Luna's face with them.

"Luna, do you know what happened in there? They've never done anything like that before." Harry said softly.

Luna got up, knocking the box of Kleenex down, and started pacing in front of the fireplace nervously. "If I tell you…promise me please. You won't tell Mr. or Mrs. Weasley. Or the Grangers?" she looked up at him, but he didn't say anything. "Promise me, Harry!" she demanded. Harry blinked and nodded. "Yes, I promise I won't tell them. Sorry, but what do they have to do with any of this?"

There was a long pause. Luna stopped and took a deep breath. "Harry…Hermione's pregnant. And the baby is Ron's."

II. Probably: "Hi, Draco." an airy voice greeted him. He recognized the voice almost at once. Draco Malfoy stopped walking and stared at the woman before him. She had light mocha coloured skin and curly dark hair with bangs. He had met her three months earlier right here in the Ministry of Magic, where he had been running some errands for his father. She was so beautiful, the sight of her literally made his heart jump.

Shadi Rezaie was her name. At first he couldn't even pronounce it. When she greeted him for the very first time and corrected him when he had mispronounced it ("No it's pronounced like Shah-day Razé." she had said), he was amazed. She's so lovely, he couldn't help but think. My black queen, he thought with a grin.

Shadi sat there behind her desk as the Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office, small gold hoop earrings in her ears, Ray-Ban sunglasses perched atop her shiny dark hair with a vintage Led Zeppelin (a Muggle band, Draco learned) tee on and worn jeans. Surprisingly, she had no concern with her appearance. But somehow, to Draco, she still managed to look flawless.

And she was a pureblood. Not that blood status was still relevant nowadays with the Dark Lord defeated, but it was still like a prize for Draco if he ever won her heart. "You certainly don't act like a pureblood." he said, leaning over her desk and staring into her chocolate eyes. She frowned and shook her head. "Why would I want to?"

Draco smiled and put a hand on her arm. She brushed it off and sat back. She still couldn't believe that this jerk was actually real. Every chance he could get to come to the Ministry, he made stops by her office and tried to get her to go on a date with him. Shadi thought that maybe after denying him after the tenth time, he would leave her alone. Sadly, that wasn't the case.

She picked up her quill in her left hand and began to scribble something in her notebook, making her look like she was busy although today she wasn't. On Sundays, she never was. Thinking Draco would take a hint, she was disappointed to see that he had not.

"I'm not trying to be rude, Blondie, but I think you should go." she said shortly.

Draco sighed at his new nickname. "Bit harsh don't you think?" he cocked his head to the side. He really enjoyed her company.

Shadi shook her head. "I know you call me "African princess" and I thought I'd coin up a little name for you. I'm not from Africa, though, unfortunately. I was born in the Honduras."

Draco nodded with comprehension. Little details, they were. Little details that hardly fazed him. "Okay, my 'Central American' princess. I don't know, I think 'African princess' rolled off the tongue smoothly."

Shadi stood up, grabbed Draco by the collar of his robes, and threw him with exceptional force against the door. She was not pleased. "I tried being nice, but you're really starting to creep me out. Please leave me alone."

Draco turned the doorknob and looked back at her. "Send me an owl?" he asked. "Scram!" Shadi growled and he left.

Draco stood in the hallway just outside the door of Shadi's office, in love with the woman who prowled behind these very walls, just yonder. A man swooped over to him and frowned.

"Draco," came the voice of his father, Lucius, who did not sound happy. Draco looked up. He knew what his father was going to say to him. Draco made to argue, but Lucius put his hand up. "We came to the Ministry to do business. Not to lust after pretty women. Am I understood?"

Draco nodded.

Harry made his way down to the kitchen on Monday morning in his Auror training robes, slightly nervous about seeing Ron for the first time since last night. He took a seat at the bar and rested his chin in his left hand. Luna was in the kitchen in a lacy robe preparing breakfast. It still felt strange having a woman other than Mrs. Weasley cook for him.

Luna looked up at Harry and forced a smile. "When you see Ron, just act like everything's normal. Don't even mention last night." Outside, the sounds of children's laughter filled the air.

Harry narrowed his eyes at her. "That's not going to make last night go away, you know." He sighed and took a sip of his coffee. "And how long have you known that Hermione was pregnant?" he had been dreading asking that question, but did anyways.

Luna folded her arms over her chest. "Why does it matter?"

This made Harry frown. "It matters because you didn't even plan on telling me, did you? And thought I'd let it escape my notice that you served alcohol to a pregnant woman."

"No, no, I did plan on telling you. Hermione confided in me first and made me swear not to tell until she made up her mind. And I didn't give her wine, that was cranberry juice." Luna's voice was raising as if it was Harry's fault that Hermione was having a baby.

"Until she made up her mind about what?" Harry asked loudly.

Luna shifted uncomfortably and took a seat next to him. "She probably won't keep this baby." There was a pregnant pause. Harry got up, poured the rest of his coffee down the sink, and stared back at Luna as if seeing her for the very first time.

"Is she…going to terminate the pregnancy?" he couldn't contain his anger. "Is that the thing with you, Luna? Keeping secrets from me?"

She rolled her eyes and slid of the stool, adjusting the hem of her robe absently. "I don't always keep secrets from you! If anyone should be in trouble for keeping secrets right now, it should be you. The only reason you let me slide by with that thing with Draco Malfoy because of what you did with Ginny." She smiled sadistically at the look of horror on his face. "Yeah, I know about that. Why would you let me go and flirt with your archenemy and then brush it off? Because you were cheating on me with Ginny a while ago. Close your mouth, love, you'll catch flies."

Harry stood there stiff as a board, mouth slightly ajar. "Who…how'd you…I didn't…Did Ron tell you?"

A look of mock shock crossed Luna's features. She put a hand to her cheek. "So you're not denying it…do you think that makes us even, Harry?"

Without replying, Harry brushed past her and headed straight for the front door. He heard Luna call something after him, but he hadn't heard. He was intent on murdering Ron.

III. Come to the Window: Shadi woke up that morning around twelve that afternoon with a sinking feeling: she had caught site of the tawny owl perched on her window and knew what it meant. Her parents were inviting themselves over. She rolled out of bed, pulled on her robe, and snatched the letter tied from the owl's leg. It hooted loudly and flew away.

Wait, this wasn't her mother's handwriting. Her mother's was messy and barely legible. The handwriting on the letter she had received was neat and slightly girly. Come to the window, beautiful, it read. There was no signature.

Reluctantly, she dragged to her window, counting off all the names of men (and women) who had had obsessive attractions towards her. When she looked down and saw the platinum blonde man standing there, she almost slapped herself for not realizing who he was immediately.

"Sleeping beauty awakes," Draco greeted her, looking up and smirking. She refrained herself from giving in to the strong urge to spit down on him. "I hope you don't mind me waking you up on your day off." he added.

Throw something at the little prick, a voice nagged in the back of her head. "How did you know today was my day off?" she asked suspiciously. He seemed extremely confident when he replied.

"I did a little research…I also learned that your middle name is Armani, you're a vegetarian, and you're Jewish." A wide spread across his face as he said that. Shadi's face contorted into horror. She had never been so creeped out in her life.

She stepped away from the window to look for her wand. Just then, there was a knock at her door. Forgetting that she was in nothing more than a robe, she grabbed her wand from her bedside table and rushed downstairs to answer the door. Draco. What a surprise.

"You know, not many people look as good as you in the morning." he complimented her. She pointed her wand at his chest. He lowered it gently and gazed into her eyes. "You look much prettier when you smile." he said softly. Shadi stared back into his grey eyes, but shook her head and pushed him away a little.

"Draco, seriously, you're scaring me. I don't know how you found out about all that stuff, but…" she trailed off and he put an arm around her waist. She put her hands to his neck, and made to kiss him on the cheek. She stopped midway and tightened her grip on him. He made choked attempts at breathing for a second until she released him. He stumbled away from her and looked back at her, rubbing his neck.

"I'll call Mr. Malfoy and tell him about this, I think." she said with a grin. Before Draco could say anything else, she slammed the door in his face and backed away from the front door slowly. Draco Malfoy is out of his fucking mind, she thought frantically.

Ron folded his issue of the Daily Prophet, positioned it under his arm, and took a sip of his coffee. He was in the elevator, waiting to get to the main floor.

It had been a strange day for the Auror-in-training. All he could think about was Harry, but he hadn't even seen his best friend at Auror training. Maybe he's still worked up over last night, Ron thought with a stab of guilt. No doubt, Harry knew about Hermione being pregnant.

When the elevator stopped at the main floor of the Ministry, Ron stepped out and looked up from his coffee mug to see he was face to face with Harry. A very pissed looking Harry.

"Hi, best friend," Harry greeted sarcastically. He walked past Ron and glared back at him from the elevator, which started closing slowly.

"Wait, dammit." Ron hissed, forcing the doors of the elevator to part. He slid in next to Harry and sighed lightly. Harry inched away from him. "Look," Ron started, running a hand through his fiery red hair, "I know you're not happy with me right now but you need to listen-"

Harry snorted, interrupting Ron rudely. "Why couldn't you just keep it in your pants?"

Ron looked slightly offended by this, but didn't say anything else. "Whatever, we'll talk about it later. Hey, where were you this morning?" he asked Harry suspiciously.

Harry didn't explain immediately. "I had a fight with Luna and stormed out. I was here earlier, but I didn't feel too hot so I called in sick. Right now, I'm going to talk to Shacklebolt."

The elevator came to a stop at the Auror Office and Harry stepped out, Ron following close behind him. "You two had a row? Over what?" Ron inquired nosily.

"I don't know, maybe because you told her about what happened with me and Ginny." Harry explained nonchalantly, stopping at the desk at the end of the long corridor and leaning over it. He was waiting to speak with the receptionist who, according to the sign hanging on the wall, was on lunch break and would be back in five. Who the fuck goes on a lunch break this late in the bloody evening? Harry thought bitterly.

Ron stood next to him. "Sorry," he apologized. Harry ignored Ron's unusual honesty and frowned. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry's gonna fix everything between me and Luna." Harry murmered miserably.

"Seriously, Harry, she fucked Draco! You didn't do anything wrong!" Ron argued. Harry was growing worried that someone might suddenly walk up behind them and hear their conversation.

"Yes, Ron, I did do something wrong," Harry whispered. He was still trying to keep his distance from Ron. "And you know what I did."

Ron frowned. "I know what you're doing right now, too. You fooled around with Gin while you were with Luna and didn't know what to do so when you found out about what happened between Draco and Luna, it was the perfect opportunity for your behaviour to be excused. That's why you were hardly miffed when Hermione told you."

Harry glared at Ron darkly. He was about to say something else when a loud crack startled him and made him jump. The receptionist had finally returned from her "lunch" break. She looked from Ron to Harry. "Ah, yeah, I'm here to meet Mr. Shacklebolt." Harry explained. The woman nodded slightly and turned to Ron. "I'm with him." he said hurriedly.

"Get away from me, you prat." Harry hissed scathingly. Ron didn't move. The receptionist smiled and Dissaparated.

IV. Love on the Rocks: A brief knock at the door startled Hermione from her trance. She looked around: she was still in her apartment, waiting anxiously. Tearing her gaze from the home pregnancy test, she dragged herself down the hall and to the door. "Come in, it's unlocked." she called quickly and rushed back to the bathroom. She stole a glance at the test, hoping for an answer. No such luck.

"Um, where are you, Mione?" Luna's voice called out. "Bathroom." Hermione replied. Luna wondered into the bathroom, eyes wide. Hermione was sitting on the edge of the bathtub in shorts and one of Ron's plaid button-downs rolled up at the sleeve. She was staring down at the pregnancy test in her palm.

"Hey," Luna hesitated, laughing a little. "Decided to come check on ya. I was pissed with Harry and tried drinking some coffee and burned my tongue something fierce. Look," she stuck out her tongue, which was slightly redder than usual. Hermione didn't look up from the test but said, "Why were you mad at him?"

Luna shut the bathroom door behind her, slid down to the floor, and wrapped her arms around her knees. "He didn't deny it." she said simply. This tugged at Hermione's interest. She looked up at Luna slightly. "Oh, Luna. I'm so sorry."

Hermione got up, setting the test down next to the sink, and slid down next to Luna. "I don't know what to do anymore. Everything was going great, I mean I just moved in with the guy." Luna sulked, resting her head on Hermione's shoulder. "I know what you mean," Hermione sympathised, "I have no idea how I'm going to tell Ron if this test comes out positive."

Luna lifted her head a little and eyed Hermione suspiciously. "I thought he already knew?"

Hermione shrugged. "I told him that I might be pregnant. He begged me to take a test, to be absolutely sure." she explained, getting up to check on the test. It had been almost ten minutes since she'd peed on the damn thing. She picked up the test gingerly in her hand and literally jumped when she looked down at it.

"What?" Luna asked, jumping up to survey the results over Hermione's shoulder. She put a hand to her mouth. "…holy shit." was all she could say.

Narcissa looked up from her book and stared around. It was quiet except for the little house elf, Nettie, scurrying around the elegant manor. Since Draco had moved out and found his own place of residence, there was hardly much to clean up after. And Narcissa knew all too well nowadays how much unnecessary noise a bored house elf could make.

"For goodness sake," Narcissa hissed at the little elf, who stopped dead in her tracks, "Be quiet!"

Nettie nodded and bowed. "I is sorry I disturbed my Mistress. It won't happen no more." And with that, she hurried away quietly.

Narcissa continued reading in silence for ten more minutes, until she heard footsteps in the hall. Two pairs of footsteps. She looked up to see Lucius and Draco, making their way into the living area where Narcissa had been trying so desperately to get some peace and quiet. Lucius stopped in the doorway, but Draco walked over to his mother and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"What's all this about?" Narcissa asked distractedly, marking her place in her book and setting it in her lap. Lucius answered before Draco. "Our son has made yet another foolish mistake, dear. A young woman at the Ministry is pressing charges against him."

Narcissa's pale blue eyes widened. She looked frantically from Draco to Lucius. "It seems Draco has been…sexually harassing her for some time now." Lucius continued, ignoring the look of utter horror on his wife's face.

Draco snorted. Lucius turned to him. "So you're saying you never bothered this woman at her home early one morning when you were supposed to be assisting me at the Ministry?" he asked his son coldly.

Draco was now starting to look guilty. "I just wanted to say good morning…" he stopped for a minute and gazed thoughtfully into the fireplace, "But I was also there to clear things up, tell her that nothing would ever happen between us! She threw herself at me, Father, she just doesn't want to tell that part to her employer. It'd be a damn shame if she got fired for screwing around on the job!"

Lucius grabbed Draco by the front of his robes and shook him. Narcissa gasped. "You listen to me, and listen good. You will apologize to this girl for your behaviour and never, I repeat never, go near her again." Draco struggled from his father's grip and stared at him. "What's your problem? It's not like they'll send me to Azkaban for stalking anyone!"

Lucius laughed genuinely at the fact. "You obviously can't imagine the embarrassment of having a pervert for a son, Draco."

A wave of awkward silence swept over the room. It wasn't the silence Narcissa had been aiming at retaining. Lucius turned and made to leave. "My dear boy, after you unwittingly sought to defy me by plotting revenge on Potter, I had had enough of your silly games. You know I hate seeing the Malfoy name being ruined." he said simply, and left the room.

Draco's jaw dropped in shock. "You're disowning me?" Draco rushed after his father in a huff of fury. You couldn't just disown someone and leave it at that! Lucius had stopped at the front door and turned to face his son disdainfully. Narcissa was rushing after Draco, face streaked with tears. "You bastard, you can't just-" Draco stopped midsentence, realizing what this meant.

He would no longer be forced to carry the weight of his horrid family name. His faults would no longer be scrutinized by the pureblood society. Hell, if he wanted to carry on with a Muggle born he could do so. After taking a look back at his grief-stricken mother, he walked closer to Lucius and smiled.

"Thank you." Draco said to him simply, and left the manor without taking a look back. Narcissa stared in shock at her unusually calm husband. "You're just letting him leave?" she shrieked. Lucius pretended not to hear her and proceeded upstairs.

Ron followed limply at Harry's side, wishing so much to go back to his own apartment. He had bought himself a Muggle television and hadn't paid attention to anything else since. Well, besides her. Hermione stayed on his mind nearly all the time, he couldn't help it. Harry turned to Ron, who was off in his own world somewhere. "Hey, Weasley," Harry joked in a passable imitation of Draco Malfoy. "I got a call from Hermione. She wants to meet us back at my house."

Ron snapped out of his daydream. "She wants to see both of us? Harry, that can't be good." Harry simply shrugged and turned to his ginger haired friend. "Can't be too go for you. For once, Harry Potter isn't in this." Both men laughed and continued to the path leading up to Harry's home.

It was an unusually quiet house in Godric's Hollow; then again, Harry's neighbours weren't the kind of people to make nocturnal outbursts. Harry stopped on the sidewalk just in front of his home, staring into his neighbour's yard. It was a two-story cottage-like home with a rose garden in the front yard and nicely trimmed hedges. But tonight something was out of place. There was something (or someone) lurking around in Shadi Rezaie's front yard.

Harry grabbed Ron by the shoulder. Ron stopped and followed Harry's gaze. "Isn't your neighbour that hot chick from the Ministry?" he asked. Harry nodded. "Yeah and it looks like something's up over there."

Eventually, Harry shrugged it off and continued back to his house. Ron reminded him that keeping Hermione waiting was never a good idea.

When he opened the door and stepped into the living room, he was greeted by an excited Luna on the loveseat and a depressed looking Hermione on the ottoman. Ron already knew where this was going; he had already grabbed a butterbeer from the fridge, taken a seat at the bar, and set his attention on Hermione before Harry could even take a seat next to Luna.

There was silence for a moment except for the crackling of the lit fireplace. Hermione got up from her seat and stood solemnly in front of the fire, as if about to announce the winner of some sort of contest. The smell of dinner wafted through the air. Harry figured Hermione and Luna had cooked while waiting for the boys to get home from Auror training.

"First, I…I just wanna thank Luna for helping me through these difficult times…thanks for lending me the shoulder to cry on," Hermione began, nodding towards Luna. It was now as if Hermione was accepting an award of some sort rather than announcing the results of her pregnancy test. "Anyway, I refuse to stall any longer." She took a deep breath and sighed. "I am indeed expecting a baby," she admitted quietly. Ron closed his eyes and put his face in his hands. "What I'm not sure on, however, is how I'm going to go about this."

Ron looked up at this. "What do you mean you're 'not sure'. It's a baby, you take care of it." Hermione looked as if she was going to burst into tears. Luna got up and wrapped her in a hug. "Ron," Hermione said once she had been released from Luna's embrace, "I'm not sure I'm…ready to be a mother yet…we're in our early twenties, we have too much ahead of us!" Ron shook his head, tears racing down his cheek. Harry got up to console him, but Ron simply pushed him away stubbornly.

"It's my baby too, I deserve a say!" Ron screamed. Harry held him back by the shoulders. "Ron, calm down, please." he begged. Ron pushed away from him. "Calm down? You calm the fuck down!"

Hermione was crying on Luna's shoulder, silently begging Ron to stop being upset with her. Ron was making towards Hermione, but Harry stepped in front of him. "Ron, I'll be damned if I sit here and watch you talk to anyone like that. Control yourself or leave."

Ron stared from Hermione, who was still cradled in Luna's arms, to Harry. "Fuck you, Potter." he spat. Ron turned to leave, making sure to knock over Luna's Wrackspurt-repelling vase with the moving swirls. It fell from it's perch on the glass coffee table and shattered to pieces. Hermione sobbed louder. "Son of a bitch." Harry muttered, making to go after Ron. "No! Please just let him go!" Hermione begged through her heartbreaking tears.

Harry sighed. He walked over to Luna and Hermione and wrapped his arms around both of the girls. He rested his chin on Hermione's head and closed his eyes. He was in so much mess, it was ridiculous. There, they stood for nearly an hour in front of the warm heat of the fire.

V. The Fatal Attraction of Draco Malfoy: It was a textbook example of a beautiful night in Godric's Hollow. Stars littered the cobalt blue sky as Draco walked along under them in his fine dark travelling cloak, finally stopping when he reached the home. Somewhere behind those walls, his love was sleeping or reading a book or drinking coffee. The thought made him feel warm inside for some reason. Maybe it was because he was no longer wanted by his father and was feeling strangely…empty.

Then he heard voices. Not waiting around to see who it was, he ducked behind one of the shrubs in her yard.

"…hot chick from the Ministry?" a familiar voice echoed. Draco knew that whoever that was, they were talking about Shadi. Bastard, Draco thought bitterly. Once the voices passed, he raced to the front door. Pausing for a minute to make sure his breath was okay (it smelled of peppermint) and his hair was fine, he knocked. There was the sound of hurried shuffling and then a voice called out "Come in!"

Draco opened the door and found himself in a large living area. There was a Muggle television, Draco noticed. Shadi was the rare kind of pureblood who was not ashamed of embracing Muggle culture.

Shadi walked into the living room in a little white tee and gym shorts. Her hair was up in a ponytail. She wasn't too surprised to see him; it was his due place to issue her an apology. Draco flushed and turned away. He couldn't help thinking of her legs, the curve of her slim thighs. "I can come back if this is a bad time."

Shadi shook her head and motioned for Draco to sit down. He obeyed. "No, you're good." she replied and took a seat on the couch opposite of him. Really good, Draco thought lustfully.

"Oh, well, I came here to apologize." Draco started, staring directly into her pretty eyes. "I had something short of an obsession with you…for a while." he admitted. Shadi nodded, signalling for him to continue with his apology. "I knew all that stuff about you because I asked a bunch of people around the Ministry…they told me you were a pureblood too…and I sort of admire how you like all this Muggle stuff."

Okay, so he lied a little on the last part. The idea of living like a Mudblood repulsed him. "And although I was too blinded by infatuation, I still knew that you had much more than looks. You're tough, clever, and unbelievably charismatic. Anyways, I'm truly sorry for bothering you. I have no idea what the hell I was thinking." he added.

Shadi stood up, her face expressionless. Draco stood too. He took this as a sign that he was to leave and never bother her again, but she did something that made him literally gasp. She smiled and extended her left hand. He took it, admiring her firm grip. "Does this mean I might have a chance with you?" he asked hopefully. She shrugged, walked over to the front door, and opened it. "Maybe." she hinted. It was good enough for Draco.

Before he left, she stopped him. "Oh and the next time you do some scary shit like that, I won't be too willing too forgive and forget." Draco smiled and turned to leave. Little did he notice or care that Ron Weasley was storming down the block. "Goodbye princess!" he called over his shoulder and walked away from Shadi Rezaie a little wiser.

End. And yes I have another chapter in the works coming out sometime next week. Thanks for reading. If you've gotten this far, you're a damn good sport.