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Unexpected Circumstances

Chapter 7

Bodies of the dead and dying flanked him on all sides. A foggy haze hovered over the battlefield as a temporary silence filled the forest. The fighting had been going on for hours with what seemed like no end in sight. His wand arm ached and his black robes were covered in his enemy's blood.

An explosion shook the ground as blue and green lights illuminated the night sky not fifty yards to the south. A smile crossed his tired face, they were winning. The enemy's front line had broken and his forces were driving them back. Moving swiftly through the sparse undergrowth, Draco caught sight of his men further up the hill fighting off an attack. Just as he reached the top of the ridge, a familiar face came into view.

"So you come to claim what is rightfully mine young Malfoy," a voice hissed as a set of glowing red eyes materialize out of the inky darkness.

Draco wiped the sweat from his face and faced his enemy. "I wasn't expecting you to be here Riddle. I knew your little minions are expendable, but to come and lead this farce you call an army. I'm honored, "Draco sneered as he tightens his grip on his wand looking around for Voldemort's most loyal follower.

"I believe your son is looking for you Lucius," Voldemort rasped as Lucius confidently sauntered into view, his white blond hair slightly askew shown brightly in the dim moonlight. He stood side by side with his master looking haughtily at his son.

"Hello Father. I would say I'm surprised to see you here, but that would be a lie. Only you would associate with this filth again."

"That's no way to speak to your Father Draco," Voldemort said taking a step toward Draco while lifting his wand.

"You're one to talk Riddle. You killed your own father in cold blood. What do you care how I speak to mine," Draco drawled as he lifted his wand in kind

"Tisk tisk. One would have thought being raised a Malfoy you would have been taught better manners boy."

Draco only smirked and silently casting an illuminating charm into the sky, signaling his men he had found their quarry. When the soft white light touched his opponents his face froze. This man, this broken decrepit thing, feared by every man, woman and child in the wizarding world was nothing more than an emaciated walking skeleton.

"Looks like things haven't been going your way lately Riddle. You're looking a little……. run down," Draco smirked as he took in the radial changes in Voldemort's features.

Graying skin hung limply from his tall gaunt frame; his signature red eyes were shrunken in and lifeless. The black robes he wore were blood stained and threadbare. The last year hadn't been kind to the Dark Lord, and Draco knew he and his loyal men were the cause of the Dark Lords misfortune.

Voldemort smiled a crooked tight smile showing his sharp inhuman teeth. "My health will dramatically improve when your bones are under my mattress," he rasped.

"I too will sleep better knowing you are no more," Lucius said as he stepped forward and lifted his wand.

There was not an ounce of regret or angst in his eyes as he prepared to duel his only son. Draco knew his father would show no mercy and would do anything to destroy him. From the very beginning Lucius made it very clear were his loyalties lie. The Dark Lord was his master and anyone who went against him was considered an enemy.

The sounds of approaching feet had the three enemies turning towards the intrusion. A knowing smile spread across Draco's face as the familiar features of Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott came into view.

"Well, it looks like this is about to end father. Any last words," Draco asked as he saw Blaise and Theo draw their wands. Two against three. Good odds.

"Just two son……... Avada Kedavra."

Draco jerked awake with a grunt. The dark memories of that night started to fade as his eyes focused on his surroundings. He ran his hands through his blond hair and unfolded himself from his office chair. His lack of sleep the previous night had him nodding off during the middle of the day. Thankfully he had cancelled all of his pervious appointments so no one would see him in this condition. Weakness was not an option.

He sighed heavily as he stared out into the moonlit darkness. A full twenty-four hours had passed since he rescued Ginevra from the bar. At this very moment she was asleep in his bed safe and sound. She wouldn't awake fully until morning, until then he intended to stay away from her. It sounded good, but he knew he wouldn't be able to resist going to see her.

This attraction, this affection he felt for Ginevra was a foreign emotion. In the past he felt mild affection even lust in association with a female, but not once had these intense emotions ever come into the picture. He was taught from a young age that women were a liability, a soft sweet smelling body to be used for pleasure only. Some how, some way the littlest Weasley had wormed her way into his heart. The question was could he worm his way into hers?

A knock at the door startled him. "Draco. Are you there," Luna's soft voice met his ears.

Going to the door, Draco opened it with a jerk. "I'm here Luna. I thought I asked you to stay with her till she woke up," he tried to sound angry, but Luna wasn't someone to cross. She knew things. Too many things.

Pushing the blond hair out of her eyes, Luna walked through the door slowly, cautiously. General Malfoy's anger was notorious through out the Manor. Her dark blue dress shifted with each step she took, accentuating her protruding belly.

Just for a fleeting second Draco was jealous of Blaise. His loyal friend had everything Draco had ever wanted. He had a wife who loved him above all others and the upcoming birth of a much anticipated child. Things Draco wished for but so far had been unable to attain. So far.

"I can't stay down there during the night. Mediwitche's orders. I just wanted you to know that I was leaving and would be back first thing in the morning. She isn't going to start stirring until after dawn. I will be back then," Luna said as she touched Draco's arm, trying to comfort the frustrated feelings she knew were swirling around in his muddled brain.

Draco's face showed his confusion. "How did you know when she would…..you know, never mind. Thank you."

"Just give her some time Draco. Tell her the truth, don't leave anything out. Once she knows you aren't the true enemy…….," Luna said softly.

With a small smile he put his hand on top of hers. "Go home to your husband. I'll take care of her tonight."

Luna gave him a reassuring smile and slowly exited the room.

Again Draco ran his hands through his hair in frustration and walked to the secret passage way. Hesitantly he walked down the stairs. He knew she was in his chambers, but just the thought of her sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. His body hardened and tensed at the thought of her asleep in his bed, wearing his clothes.

With a shaking hand, he opened his chamber door slowly, quietly not wanting to disturb her from sleep. He chuckled softly at the position he found her in. She was sprawled faced down in the soft bed with both arms and legs spread wide. Her face was turned away from him snuggled under the soft pillow with her titian hair like a river of blood across the silk sheets. He slowly inched closer until he was standing beside the bed looking down upon her loveliness.

She was everything he had ever wanted, everything he never knew he needed and she was sleeping peacefully in his bed not an arms length away. Now the question was how to get her to stay. How to get her to accept what was and what will be?

How to accept him.

Slowly he shed his clothes and slid into bed beside her soft form. She made an unintelligible sound as he gently moved her legs to cross his and pulled her into his arms.

Heaven. Sure blissful heaven.

Her breasts molded to his side sending electricity sizzling through his already aroused veins. He let out a frustrated moan as one of her soft supple thigh brush against the arousal tenting his boxers.

Draco heart rate sped up as she settled her head against his neck and wound her arm around his chest. Taking a few cleansing breaths, he shifted her leg and tried to get comfortable in her embrace.

It was going to be a long night. She moaned softly in her sleep and pulled him closer.

Yup. Definitely a long night.

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