A/N: Okay! Enjoy this chapter! I know there's not a lot of Dramione in the story so far, but after reading my other story, I'm trying to make it more realistic. Lots of swearing in this chappy, you have been warned. Please review! Or I won't update!
The Mudbloods Daughter - The Re-Write
"I told her that her father was dead."
The statement hung in the air, causing a thick blanket of tension to suffocate me. Malfoy was staring at me as if I had just ripped out his heart, and crushed it in front of him. Of course that's not possible because to do that he'd actually have to have a heart for me to pull out. He reaches out, and grabbed my arm, pulling me closer and glaring down at me. I shudder in disgust at his touch, and try and yank my arm away, but he refuses to let me go.
"You told her I was dead?" he hisses through grit teeth, and I nod slowly, my eyes widening as his grip tightens. I yelp in pain, as he squeezes my arm tighter and tighter. It felt like my arm was in a vice! He glares down at me with eyes that are so cold, and so empty, that they feel like they a burning me with scorching hot flames. "Why?" His voice seems dead to me, broken, and sad.
"She... she asked... and I didn't... OW! Draco, you're hurting me!" I screech, and he lets me go, shock written onto his features. I hold my arm to my chest, and see the nasty purple bruise already forming. He's looking at me, fearfully, and I whimper, as my fingers brush of the purple area. I glare at him. "You idiot! The Ministry End of Summer Ball is in two days, and you give me a huge fucking bruise? What is your problem?"
"Just tell me why, Granger," he says, once again angry and I glare up at him. Dropping my arm, I turn and start to walk away. I stop and look over my shoulder at him, my eyes narrowed on his tall, muscle bound form.
"I didn't tell her because I didn't want her to know her father was a murderer," I state coldly, and he freezes, as I walk away, swinging my hips for good measure, my head held high. However inside, I am nowhere near as confident as I appear. Inside, all I feel is dark, cold emptiness. And all I really want, is to run far away from him, and hide with Narca-Jane somewhere safe.
After the disturbing confrontation with Malfoy, I grab Charissa and pull her away, immediately apparating back to Hallows Mansion. She is startled by my sudden demands to leave, but goes along with it, still annoyingly chipper. The minute we arrive, I do a locating spell on Narca-Jane, and run to her, kicking my Jimmy Choo heels off. Charissa is quick to follow, but she walks gracefully behind me, casually talking to the portraits as she passes them.
When I get to Narca-Jane, she is covered in flour as the kids are baking cookies in the kitchen with House Elf's. I immediately pull her into a hug, tightening my grip on her, praying to Merlin that I never have to let her go again, and knowing that I have to. She is gently patting me on the back, nervously.
"Mama...? What's wrong?" she asked, and I look at her. Cupping her chin I look her straight into her emerald green eyes. God those things constantly change colour! She doensn't even bother with emotion or colour control, she just randomly lets them change. Tomorrow they might be pink for Merlin's sake. Oh.. wait... I'm drifting again. God why do I do that? It's so ridiculous! What happened to the Hermione Granger that did something, and stuck to it? Even when I was pregnant, I stuck to searching for those bloody horcruxes. God I hated those things. Evil nasty soul sucking things. "MOM!"
Oh, yeah, I was away to say something profound and amazing, wasn't I? "Narca-Jane, I want you to promise me something, okay?" I ask, and she nods, her eyes widening. "No matter what you hear, what someone tell's you, always come to me for a straight answer. Any question you have for me, anything at all, you can ask me. And I promise that if you do, I will always give you an honest answer."
She looks at me, and I look back. For a moment, it's like she's trying to figure me out, before she nods, and promises. She looks at my arm, and gasps loudly, causing everyone to look at us. "Mama! What on earth happened to your arm!?"
I blink, and look at the large, purple hand print bruised into my arm, and suppress a shudder. That's so not going to match the colour of my dress for the Ball. Not that I even like going to these things, but Narca-Jane, for all her Quidditch-loving, Marauder worthy personality, loves Balls, and dressing up. So I go just so I can take her, so she can dance, and have fun at the stuffy, old people parties.
Draco sat in front of the large, grey stone fireplace of his drawing room, a glass of firewhiskey in his hand, glowering into the flames. Suddenly, there was crack a burst of flames, with Blaise Zabini, one of his best friend's from Hogwarts, stepping out, and smiling at him. "Draco! Mate! Why so broody?"
He glowers, and throws his glass into the fireplace, causing a small explosion of fire to heat up the room. Blaise rose his eyebrows, as Draco stood, and walked over to the fireplace. He leaned on it, pressing his forehead against his arm as he glared into the flickering orange flames. Blaise sighed, and sat in the chair opposite Draco's one. Draco's ivory skin glowed orange in the fire's light, and Blaise rolled his eyes at Draco's drama act. "Look, mate, if you don't tell me what happened, how am I supposed to help?"
"Turns out I have a kid, with the Mudblood Granger," Draco states, and he waits for Blaise to say something, exclaim in shock and outrage, yet Blaise is oddly silent. Draco turns, and narrows his eyes on his best friend. Blaise is looking around the room innocently, whistling to himself. Draco scoffs in disbelief, and shakes his head chuckling. "You knew. You BLOODY KNEW! And you bloody fucking didn't tell me!"
"Look, Draco, mate, Pansy told me. She made me take an Unbreakable Vow not to tell you! I wanted to tell you! Honestly I did!" Blaise protests, and Draco rant's angrily to himself. "Draco! Come on, mate! You know I wouldn't keep something like that from you if I had a choice in it! Hermione was-"
"Granger!? You've spoken to the Mudblood?! You'veactually had a conversation with her about Narca-Jane?" Draco asks, and Blaise nods. Draco mutters, and looks away from Blaise shaking his head, before looking shaprly at him again. "When? Why!?"
"At the Ministry End of Summer Ball. Hermione goes to it every year, and I go to, so normally we all end up hanging together while the kids all play together. Hell, I've even spoken to Narca-Jane. Anyone with half a brain can tell she is your daughter mate," Blaise stated, and Draco nods, before his eyes widen and he looks at Blaise with a suspicious look.
"You say they both go to this Ball every year?" Draco asks, and Blaise nods, wondering where he was going with this. Draco smirks, and Blaise's eyes widen, before he shoot's up in realisation.
"Draco, mate! You can't be serious!"
"Oh, yes mate. You have got to get me into that Ball, Blaise."
