Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of Queen JK's characters. I only own the plot of this story and Laurie.
Things were definitely not supposed to happen this way. I shouldn't be here, in this predicament and this shouldn't be happening to me anymore. Let us recap on how we got here, shall we?
When the war ended, I was finally happy to be free from that evil bastard's tyranny and all the stupid mistakes my father had done while following him. Now I didn't have to fear for my mother's or my own life every 10 minutes. Of course, the ministry was sceptical of letting us go scot-free, we did participate on the wrong side of the war, and we didn't get away either. But neither of our punishments are severe enough to disturb our relief at our freedom. Lucius, as I now call him, didn't get away with the same leniency. An Azkaban sentence for life, from which he was caught trying to escape, an act which ultimately just got him the Dementor's kiss he deserved in the first place.
The public didn't particularly take our pardon nicely, no matter how much the She-Weasley tried to sort it out by using the Daily Prophet. People still glared at us angrily as we walked around Diagon Alley for Ministry work that week. I wondered what is wrong with them though, we were pardoned with the reasons specified that there is no evidence of us actually committing a crime. The officials scanned both of our wands at least 20 times, using every possible spell known to them, before they finally gave up and agreed, albeit reluctantly, that we hadn't done anything to support Voldy in past 15 years or so. Nevertheless, the Ministry had to show something on us, so they seized the Manor, 90% of the Malfoy wealth from Gringotts, and all of our companies. That was my punishment, as I inherited the stuff from Lucius. Mother was put on house arrest for a year in whatever house we move into after this. They found that she had tortured and killed 1 person some 20 years ago when she first joined the Death Eaters. Some muggle teenager who was unlucky enough to walk up to the Manor when mother was home. Voldy had asked to bring a dead muggle body when she next came to one of their meetings and she had decided that this was a good opportunity for her first and last kill. She explained to me that she was stupid and she believed in that shit until her first kill, when she realised that it was all just crap that he fed us.
I was honestly relieved. I didn't really care for the Manor or the money, not anymore. The ministry could go partying in Malfoy gold for all I care.
My mother and I decided that we wanted to get away from it all, but unfortunately, her house arrest meant that we couldn't leave London. So we moved into a small 2 bedroom apartment in Muggle London. The ministry gave a month's support period where I was allowed to find myself a job, either in Wizarding or Muggle London. With all those glares and a possibility for death threats, you don't even have to guess what I chose. During this time they would pay for my rent, basic food and house supplies and study material.
I spent the month trying out different jobs that paid enough and I could find within my fancy but at first I was turning up empty handed. I realised that most muggle jobs required a lot of study in the field before actually getting that job, and I was baffled by math at the time. Every single job needed math and I didn't have the time to find out that it wasn't that different from Arithmancy. So I started searching for jobs that existed in both worlds. Then it struck me, we had to eat in both worlds and I was good at potions, so I decided to become a chef. By the end of the month, I was good at making certain foods that would fit into a café menu. I bought a small building and my café was already being constructed in the neighbourhood. It was hard at first but I pulled through, now I was pretty popular in this part of London and I earned enough to support us both, not that it was necessary because mother earned just as much, if not more than I did.
For the first few months after her house arrest, mother tried to learn how to do her chores. Washing the dishes, cleaning the house, taking out laundry and even helping me out in the kitchen. But after her first few explosive dishes, I kicked her out. We couldn't afford so many repairs.
It felt weird saying that… A Malfoy can't afford something.
Anyways, she got better at cleaning the house and the laundry. I never let her buy any red socks though. She threw a tantrum when I didn't let her buy a cheap pair of red socks which she saw in one of those clothing pamphlets we got through the mail. I had to give up one of my good white shirts to the land of pink, so I could calm her down.
Eventually, she got bored as she couldn't clean the house too many times in a day. She got of the television as well. So I gave her a notebook and asked her to write something down, maybe like a journal of sorts. I found the book a few weeks later and it was almost completely filled… with a lesbian erotic story. That was apparently a day for ground-breaking revelations. My mother told me that she actually swung the other way. I fainted on spot.
When I woke up a few hours later, she carefully explained that she knew she was a lesbian from when she was 12. But with scary parents and all the pressure from the pureblood community, she gave into her their demands that she marry Lucius. In fact, nobody knew of her preference, not even Lucius. She just gave him and her parents the impression that she was a prude and she only married for the money and the fame. Lucius apparently bought that and they spent one night in the sack, where she cast spells to drastically increase her chances of conception. The bastard never cared for her and only wanted an heir, so he was happy. She spent the rest of her life bringing me up and staring at other pureblood women at the meetings. I had to stop her there because she began ranting on about Pansy's arse and how it would be softer than her mom's. I almost fainted again before mother realised she had to stop.
I decided to set aside the awkwardness with her change of preference. She had been suppressing it her whole life and I just wanted her to make herself happy. So I accepted her, but not before laying down some rules. First, rule was that all her fantasies go down in her book and are not to be spoken out loud when I'm in the room. Second, as an extension of the first, I must never come across these fantasy books of hers. Lastly, after her house arrest is over, she can bring girls home for the night, but I don't want any awkward conversations with the girls in the morning. She agreed to those rules.
Now she is a popular lesbian romance erotica writer under the name Jenna Carter for Harper Collins with 2 published books and a third on the way. I never saw those notebooks or read the published books.
She has been dating a girl called Laurie for the 8 months. How she met the girl is kind of a funny story, now that I look back on it. Laurie has been working as a part timer at my café for the past 10 months. She is a muggleborn witch who is just as young as I am and she is in muggle college studying muggle computer engineering. She was born in London, but her parents moved to Berlin when she was young so she completed her magic schooling at Durmstrang. When she first joined, mother used to come over to our café to try and pick up chicks. Honestly, she gets much more pussy than I do, and the fact kills me inside. But the real kick to the old family jewels was Laurie. After she started working at our place, I noticed that she kept talking about me and my family a lot. I thought she was interested in me because girls can't keep away from me, even if my mother is more attractive to them. I'm still good at what I do, my mother is just… better.
Back to Laurie, I thought she was genuinely interested in me, and she wasn't that bad either. I wasn't in love with her, but she was attractive. And my mother kept asking about her as well. I guess I should have taken that as a sign, but I was an oblivious idiot. One day, Laurie approached me after closing time, blushing from head to toe. I thought that was the day.
"Mr. Malfoy," I heard Laurie's voice calling me from behind as I turned the key to lock the café.
"Yes Laurie?"
"You see… I uhhh… for… for the p-past 2 months… I've… I've had this a-attraction and now I can't hold it b-back a-anymore…"
She was shuffling her feet, with her eyes firmly pointed at her toes and a deep red blush completely taking over her pale face, matching her fiery red hair. If I didn't know better, I would call her a Weasley, but she didn't have freckles, so that's out the window.
I decided to make her work easier, but if I knew what was coming, I would have kept my big mouth shut.
"I like your mom."
"I think we can date…"
After the initial shock, we spent a while sorting out the fact that she wanted my mother and I wasn't really that interested in her. We had a good laugh once we stopped blushing from the embarrassment. After making a pact that we wouldn't tell anyone other than mother, I wanted to stop that too, but Laurie convinced me that we couldn't avoid telling her, I told her that what happens between her and my mother was between them, I didn't care much so long as they followed the rules I set down. They met up the next day and got together. Mother had a field day teasing me for the misunderstanding.
Not much happened after that, until a few days ago. I had gone out to get stuff for a new flavour of cheesecake I was trying to make for the café. Laurie had her class, so mother was alone at home.
I was walking back up the stairs to our apartment on the second floor, when I heard mother's voice. It seemed that the neighbours were out of town, so I dropped the bags and ran up to find our door wide. I burst open just in time to see a green light flash from her room. My blood went cold as my brain shuffled around the worst case scenarios. The sound of footsteps broke my reverie as I powered through the door with my wand ready. What I saw nearly made me faint again, but I steeled my nerves and cast an Expelliarmus and Stupefy at the man standing in front of my mother's lifeless body. Tears filled my eyes and rage took over me as I cast a bunch of more hexes at the intruder before finally wrapping him in a full-body bind curse. Somehow, I controlled myself not to kill him, maybe it was the unconscious recognition of protocol or maybe I just wanted to torture him more. I'm betting on the latter.
After a few minutes, I decided to find out who was my mother's murderer, who hated her enough to kill her. I rolled over the bound and unconscious body. Dolohov…
I hate this… I blame Lucius for this mess. She just wanted to be rid of the bastard, but no, he and his mad group of pureblooded arseholes followed her around everywhere, and now she paid for it with her life. I wanted to see them all tortured before they are killed. I wanted to see them rot in the deepest corners of Azkaban for years before a Dementor gobbles up their soul. And to do that, I had to get this guy arrested. So I contacted the first Auror I could think of, Potter.
The rest of it was a blur, and it still is. I was put under witness protection. Laurie's no better, she's barely a shell of what she was last Tuesday. And I'm here, in a bar, running away from that suffocating witness protection home, close to passing out as I ponder on what happened to me until now as I was conversing with a random blonde bimbo I ran into.
"Ummm… about that, you were actually talking out loud." The blonde in front of me spoke out.
"That's embarrassing…" I passed out.
I started to stir as I heard two voices doing what seemed like arguing. It was hurting my head. I seemed to be leaning against someone.
"Uhh… out here… won't… ogle him… when… at his face." Was all I could make out of it.
Suddenly I felt another pair of arms hold me. They were small and soft.
"… ogling…"
The hands left me and I fell back on the first person.
"MALFOY"
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