I'm so sorry I late so much to update. I had no time! School, studies, test, homework, ballet, doctors... It was almost impossible write but it's here now and I hope you enjoy it!!
Chapter One: An Unexpected Guest
One year from the end of Hogwarts and Draco was in a big room of Malfoy's manor, again. He still held his wand up pointing a motionless body in the floor. Draco had tried to kill him himself but he couldn't. He decided to give him a little tortured and then take him to the Dementors. If he didn't do it, Lucius could try to kill him. He had betrayed his father and he had to pay for that. Draco hated that man because he took him away from Hermione, the only woman he had ever loved.
Early that morning, Lucius knocked Draco's door. Lucius had been away since the war so Draco was surprised and a little scared to see the face of his father in the threshold. For some reason when he saw his father, the Dark Mark in his arm began to burn him. Draco had not sensed that pain again since the defeat of Lord Voldemort only three months ago. Almost all the wizard world was in that war. Lord Voldemort and his Death Eater attacked Hogwarts again, but this time Hogwarts was prepared. Draco was in Lord Voldemort's army against his will, of course. When he saw Hermione there, almost dying in the cold floor, he couldn't do anything but run to help her. She was unconscious so she never knew how she could survive after that. The last thing she remembered was being tortured by a Death Eater and her friends too busy to help her.
Lucius knew about it and he had to make his son pay for it. Rescue an enemy was a high treason, and rescue a mudblood enemy was beyond death. Draco knew what his father could do to him if he would come back to the manor; Draco was prepared. In just seconds he had his father disarmed and begging for his forgiveness. Lucius had caused too much pain to him, but he couldn't kill him.
He called some Aurors from the Ministry and they took Lucius to Azkaban. The Aurors had been in a hunt for his father after the war and Draco was pleased to help. Obviously for the Ministry, Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater, too. They took him to London that day to his trial. Draco was innocent and he could pass the trial successfully.
Summer had arrived so he rented a small flat in London. He was tired of the big houses and manors. He wanted a small place for himself and nothing more. He found the perfect flat; it was a very quiet neighbourhood near a little place, with tall, old trees and little kids running everywhere. All the people there were just happy, and he envied them. He could never be happy again, at least not without Hermione by his side.
A week had passed and he was really enjoying his new life. One day when he was walking through the place, he saw a crowd in front of the church. When he saw it he thought that the people were celebrating something, maybe a wedding. As he approached the crowd faces began to turn to him, familiar faces. There were almost the entire old Gryffindor class, some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuff. It wasn't a surprised that there was no Slytherins. Someone had touched his shoulder and when he turned to see who it was he saw the face of a grown up Ginny Weasley.
"What are you doing here, Draco?" Ginny pulled him far from the church, very surprised.
"Nothing at all, I was just walking. What's happening there? A classmate meeting and no one invited me" Draco said pointing the church, with a little bit of humour. Ginny bite her lower lip. She could see it in his eyes; he still loved her. How could she say this to him?
"It's… er… Herm… I'm… It's a wedding." A few minutes ago Ginny had been with Hermione, helping her with her dress, hair and nerves. Hermione seemed to be happy with her wedding, but Ginny knew her very well. To Ginny, Hermione wasn't sure about the wedding and about Ron, Hermione was afraid. "Are you marrying Potter?" Draco asked her not very surprised. "I… er… yes… it's a double wedding" Ginny knew where all this leaned. She didn't want to hurt Draco but he had to know the truth.
"Who are the other couple?" He put the two and two together and began to worry. –Why was Ginny stuttering? – Draco only could imagine the worst.
"Hermione and Ron," Ginny said their names as quickly as she could, maybe that way it didn't hurt him. Obviously, she was wrong. Draco fought his tears back; he had lost Hermione forever. It's was his fault but at least his plan worked; Hermione was safe.
When he turned Ginny grabbed his arm. "Wait, you have to know something before you go and get kill yourself. I know her very well and when I look her eyes…" Draco scoffed and Ginny stopped to look the rage in his eyes. "You want me to know how happy is Hermione with someone else? Are you freaking kidding me, Ginny?" Clearly Draco still loved Hermione and Ginny felt the urge to tell him that Hermione wasn't really in love with Ron, so she tried again.
"No, Draco. You're not understanding it." Ginny was stopped by his eyes again.
"Please, Ginny. Just shut up and let me go."
"No! Listen to me. Please, you have to understand. Hermione isn't..." Just when she was about to say happy the bells of the church began to ring, announcing the start of the ceremony.
Ginny turned to the church and before she could do something Draco disappeared in front of her.
"Jenny? I'm here." A tall, blonde and really handsome man went to the kitchen looking for something to eat. "Where are you?" Just then he found a letter in the refrigerator. It said that Jenny had gone to the market and she'll be back soon.
"George, go and take a shower. Your mum is not going like seeing you all sweaty and dirty, and she's going to blame me and kick my arse… again! I'll stay here until your mum comes back."
Draco was a coach; he had a soccer team and all the players were between five and seven years old.
The five year old boy nodded and headed to the bathroom, just as his uncle had said. Draco had met Jenny the first day he put a foot in America. It was late at night and he was lost in a little town. Jenny, who was very older than him, lived next to the cottage he had rent. She was his only truly friend and the reason why was really obvious; she was the only female in the entire town who didn't want to unbutton his pants.
Minutes after, Draco put George down in his bed and went to the kitchen to wait for Jenny. When he was making a hot chocolate for himself Jenny opened the front door and went into the kitchen, too.
"Hi, Draco! Where is George?"
"He is upstairs sleeping and very clean." Draco said with humour remembered the last time George went to sleep dirty.
"Well, you learn very quickly, boy! How was the game today?"
"It was very quick and ruthless. We won 5-0. A guess they are ready to go to London. Do you want to go?"
"Are you kidding me? Of course I do! I want to see my little son kicking their arses in the pitch." Jenny said with proud. According to Draco, George was the best player in his team and the youngest, too.
"Good, I need someone to help me to take care of all the children. We'll go the next week by train. Have George ever travelled by train?"
"Mmm… No, he has never left this town. Oh, he'll be so happy! Thank you so much, Draco."
"Come on, this is just a little trip and you deserve it."
"No… I mean thank you for… everything, for helping me raise my boy and taking care of him when Derek… when…" Jenny was very emotional and now a little tear came back her face.
"Don't cry, woman. I know Derek is very proud of you and George and he's going to help you from the heaven." When Draco befriended Jenny she was getting through very difficult problems; her husband had died, she had no money, and she had a little baby. Draco helped her a lot with money but he was more than a supplier for her. He could stay the night next to her when she felt wretched and unhappy and he could stay days babysitting George when she found work. But she thought she never truly thank him for all that. "Besides, you did a lot for me, too. Forget that and think about the trip. We're going to England and we're going to win the damn cup. George's going to know a new country, you're going to get some fresh air and I'm going to…" Before he could finish his sentence Jenny finished it for him.
"And you're going to meet Hermione." Jenny was not crying anymore but had a stern look in her face.
"That was not what I was going to say, Jenny." All the happiness in Draco was gone. He had told her all about his life, his family, Voldemort, Harry Potter, his trouble with sides and Hermione.
"Draco, you have to meet her, maybe this is your last chance. You know you still love her and…"
"And she is married and maybe has a lot of children." Draco replied with bitterness.
"But maybe, she divorced and has no children. Six years are very much time."
"And what if it's not, what if she's still married and has a great family? What if she's very happy with him?"
"Maybe you're right. That is a possibility but you don't know, and you're not going to know if you don't meet her. This is your chance to win over her again. Come on, Draco. You love her and maybe she still feels something for you."
"You're mad, Jennifer. I have to go." And with that Draco left her and went to his home. His life was very strange. He could meet women and bed them but he never fall in love again. He still waited for her but she never came and had no reason to do it. Draco had left her and she was in all her right to hate him after all.
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