Chapter 6

(Malfoy Manor)

Draco sat at his desk looking over some numbers his accountant had sent. Ron Weasley sat nervously on the leather couch across from him. Ron coughed. Draco looked up at Ron for a moment, waiting for him to say something. When you made no attempt, Draco went back to his work. Ron coughed again. "What do you want Weasley? I am a busy man or did you come here to stare at me?"

"Well, two things. One, I thought you might want this." Ron got up and handled Malfoy a picture of Regen. "His birthday is coming up."

Draco looked at the picture and nodded, "I know that." Damn, he was growing up fast; he looked more like Draco every day. In the picture, Regen was trying to keep his hair from being messed up by the wind. Draco chuckled to himself as he acknowledged his son's familiar grooming habits. His thoughts were interrupted by the babbling buffoon sitting across from him.

"Yeah, well…we're sort of throwing him a party. If you wanted to-"

"That is not one of your better ideas." Malfoy retorted, never taking is eyes off of Regen.

Ron scratched his head. "Oh, okay. Well, two is something I've wanted to ask you for awhile."

"So ask."

"Okay." Ron was nervous. "Malfoy, is there a cure?"

Draco looked up, confused. "I'm not a healer, Weasley. Whatever disease you got, take it somewhere else."

Ron turned red. "I'm not sick, you arse. What I mean is …is there a cure for Hermione?"

Draco took a deep breath. "You're asking if there is a cure for what I did to her."

Ron stuttered, "Well, um…yeah."

Draco shook his head. "I don't know."

Ron face fell. "Well I just thought I'd ask."

Draco looked down at his shoes. "There was one case. In another magic community, a boy was blinded accidentally. He got caught on the wrong end of a blinding curse. They healed him, but…"

"What?"

"Well the way they did it…"

"How did they do it?"

"They gave him someone else's eyes. The muggles call it an eye transplant."

Ron swallowed hard. "They put someone else's eyes… in him? Who would do that?"

"Well, I guess muggles would."

"Do you think Hermione would…do that?"

"I don't know."

"Is there another way?"

"I don't know."

"Is he okay… I mean the boy with the eye transplant thing."

Draco began to get annoyed. "I don't know."

Ron huffed. "You two have really got yourselves into some shit. What the hell were you two thinking?"

"We were thinking of sparing your pathetic feelings."

Ron laughed. "That turned out well, didn't it?"

Draco stared at Ron for a second and then started to laugh. "Go home Weasley. I'll do some research and let you know if I find anything."

Ron got up and extended his hand to Draco. Draco stared at it for a moment. "What do you want me to do with that?"

Ron shook his head. "Shake it you idiot."

Draco shook it.

(Home of Harry and Ginny Potter)

"Ron, what the hell were you thinking?"

"What?"

Harry shook his head, "You asked Malfoy for help?"

"Um, yeah. So?" Ron cocked his head to the side, silently pleading with his sister to back him up. "Gin, you said Malfoy was a good guy."

Harry looked at his wife. Ginny shrugged. "What? He is."

Harry sighed. "Okay. Even I will admit Malfoy has changed a lot over the years, but he's still Malfoy."

Ginny rolled her eyes at her husband and returned her attention to her brother. "What did he say?"

"He said he would try," Ron replied.

Harry huffed, "He's going to try alright. He's going to try and ruin your marriage. He's going to try and take your son. He's Malfoy!!!"

Ginny looked at Ron, who only shrugged. He walked over to his best friend and put his hand on his shoulder. "Calm down Harry, I trust him."

Harry shook his head, "Well, you shouldn't."

Ron looked at the clock. "Crap, I have to go. Mione is going kill me if I'm late for dinner again."

Ginny waited until the door closed, then she eyed her husband suspiciously. "What was that all about?"

"What?" Harry asked acting surprised.

"Harry James Potter. What the hell has gotten into you? Weren't you just saying the other day how helpful Draco has been in the Recovery Program?"

Harry stood up. "Of course you would defend him."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"You know what it means."

Ginny was furious. "No I don't. Why don't you tell me what it means?"

Harry stared at his wife for a moment. He contemplated just shutting his mouth and leaving it alone, but his anger got the best of him. "I see how you two are… together. Do you fancy him? Are you having an affair with him?" Harry slammed his fist down into the table. "Damn it Gin, why him? If it were anyone else..."

Ginny's mouth fell open. "What the hell are you saying?"

"You're fucking that inbred prick!"

Ginny slapped Harry across the face. "You bastard," she backed up slowly, tears streaming down her face, "you don't know anything."

Harry's face turned red. "I don't know anything? You're the one who doesn't know anything."

Ginny screamed, "Of course I don't! You and all your secrets, you never tell me anything. If I'm so stupid, why don't you tell me?"

Harry took a step towards her, "Fine! Do you know why Draco saved Hermione?" He took another step, "Maybe, it was because I made him. Maybe I blackmailed him. Oh, everybody thinks he's some big hero, because he miraculously had a change of heart."

He took another step, "Did you know that Hermione refused to marry your brother?" He took another step, "Yes, she loves Malfoy, not your brother, but you knew that. She spawned his child, didn't she?" He took another step, "but she married your brother, yes she did. Did anyone bother to ask why? I'll tell you why."

Harry nodded, "I saved Malfoy's pathetic life and as a reward, I made him take the unbreakable vow to stay away from her and to make her marry Ron." Harry backed Ginny up against the wall, "I did it all, I did it all for you. I wanted you to be happy, but nothing was ever good enough for you. I was never good enough for you."

Ginny pushed Harry away. "No, you did it for you. When did I ask you to play God?" Ginny's eyes widened as the realization of Harry's words set in, "How long? How long have you been doing this?"

Harry laughed, "How long have you been fucking him?"

She shook her head and walked towards the door, "Malfoy is a lot of things, he has done a lot of things, but even he wouldn't do what you did." She opened the door and looked back at her husband. "My best friends, my brother…us…how could you-" Ginny couldn't finish the sentence. She walked out.