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Chapter 10: Ice

We burst into Draco Malfoy's room, his arms still wrapped around me, and slammed the door behind us. I almost felt bad for the room, sitting here so quiet and still, having no idea the scene that was about to happen here tonight. The bed was neatly made, curtains drawn, fireplace empty. It was so still.

"Here we are," he said softly, nibbling on my ear.

I spun to face him, putting my arms around his neck. "Your humble abode?" I said, smirking.

He threw his head back in laughter. "Not much, just up-kept by two or three hundred house-elves. You know, the necessities."

"You have it so rough," I said, pulling him over to the bed. And then I saw the picture, sitting calmly on his bedside table. It was a quaint, family portrait. I saw Draco, Mrs. Malfoy and Scorpius all smiling and waving at me.

My breath caught in my chest. I couldn't breathe. I was standing here, about to have sex with Draco Malfoy, and I was freezing up. I spit out a smile, and asked to be excused to the bathroom for a second.

Malfoy nodded, looking even more anxious as I scurried away towards the adjoined bathroom. I shut the door as calmly as I could, and took a few deep gulps of air.

What was I doing? This was insane! Really, really crazy. He had a family. Draco Malfoy had a wife, and a child. This was wrong. Draco didn't even deserve this. He never did anything to me and I'm just going to-

Stop. Just stop, Rose. I took another deep breath, and sat down on the edge of the tub and took a few more deep breaths. Breathing was good. And he didn't deserve this, but I didn't deserve what happened to me. Scorpius needed to know what it felt like.

The room stopped spinning when I thought this, so I knew I was on the right track. Just take a few seconds, relive that pain, and then the game is going to start.

I didn't know that Scorpius had told until almost two weeks after I told him. I know, how can you not notice something like that, but I was used to people whispering about me in the hallways. When they started doing it more, I thought that maybe news had gotten out about me and Scorpius. Not at all the end of the world. I didn't care what they thought anyways.

And then, one night I was coming into the common room after dinner, at the same time Hugo was coming down from the boy's dormitories.

I smiled and waved at my brother. I suddenly felt like I hadn't talked to him in forever, so I made my way over to him.

To my surprise, he was not smiling to see me, his only sister. In fact, he was turning red as I got closer. "Hugo?" I asked, unsure what was going on.

"Leave me alone," he muttered.

"What? Why? What happened? O.W.L.s stressing you out?"

He gave me a look like I was the stupidest person in the world. "Were you going to tell me?"

"Tell you? Tell you what?" Trust me when I say that there were many things I didn't share with my brother, most of which weren't his business anyway. I honestly, at this second, had no idea what he was talking about.

His face went from red to purple. "Tell me that my mother cheated on Dad, of course. Don't be an idiot."

I had not been expecting that. Of course, that was all I could think about these days. I still didn't know who the guy was, when it happened, if I'd soon have a step-father to match my step-mother,, how utterly revolved I was. "Hugo-"

"Nope, you weren't. I know that. You'd rather I hear it from someone else."

I felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of me. "Who… did he-"

"He? Ha, no it was Cynthia Nott. She announced it to my potions class. Called our mother Mrs. Whorsley too. Hilarious, right?"

I said nothing, because I couldn't think. I hadn't told Cynthia Nott. I hadn't told anyone except Malfoy, and he….

"Should have known you'd tell some stupid boyfriend. You should pick them out more carefully next time, so they don't tell the whole school our business. Do you even know which boyfriend it is who spilled the beans?"

Somewhere, underneath all the shock, I nodded.

"Well that's good. At least my slut sister only told one guy about my slut mother."

I reared back like he had slapped me. "Hugo, please. I didn't do this on purpose, and we don't know the situation. Don't you dare call-"

"I'll dare whatever I please. You're just some stupid girl who can't keep her mouth or her legs shut. Who was it, Rose? Patrick Finnegan? Neil Trace? Maybe a Slytherin? Scorpius Malfoy would pull a stunt like this. Or maybe-"

My hand flew out before I could think. With a closed fist, I hit my brother squarely in the jaw. He stumbled back a step, wiping the blood off his mouth with his thumb. And then he turned, and walked back up the dormitory steps.

"Hugo, wait," I said, but he didn't turn

"Shut up," I heard from his turned back.

That was the last thing my brother ever said to me.

Now, I stood up from Draco Malfoy's bathtub. I wiped my eyes in the mirror, and pulled out my wand to cast a quick glamour to take care of the redness. I smiled at myself, not excited to finish my job. I looked amazing too. I skipped out of the room, ready to make Scorpius Malfoy pay for what he did.

*****

I did it. I called Weasley. Rose went to the bathroom, and I though floo powder in the fire, and called her father. I was going to hell. Really. Straight to hell.

I lay on my bed and contemplated my eminent damnation. I really was a terrible person. Rose didn't deserve this. But Weasley definitely did. That pompous ass deserved to be humiliated, to learn that his family wasn't perfect, that he wasn't perfect. He needed to know he was just as low as I used to be.

And it wasn't like I was taking advantage of Rose. She definitely seemed to know what she was doing. No pressure. Just because I called her father didn't mean we needed to do anything. Just having her here would do what I needed. Sex was still not guaranteed. Weasley would be here in about an hour, so I just had to keep her here for an hour. We could play exploding snap, or something. Didn't matter.

Just to be sure though, I flipped over the picture next to my bed. I definitely didn't need my wife and son staring at me. It always made me uncomfortable when I forgot to do that before I made my little indiscretions.

The door opened and Rose came out, looking happier and even more excited than before. I vaguely wondered why in the world she was interested in me. She was so young, so pretty, so talented.

But she was so taking of her clothes right now, so all thoughts of that immediately left my head. She pulled her shirt off, revealing her pale, smooth stomach and swells of breast beneath a soft blue bra.

"Rose," I started, not sure what I was going to say.

"It's alright, Draco," she said softly, climbing into bed with me. "I've done this before."

And I had no doubt of that the way she skillfully undid my robes without me hardly moving. She discarded her skirt in a second too, and soon we were both naked, in my bed, still cold and wet from the snow outside.

Her hands were cold on my chest, and I'm sure mine were as well. Our mouths were the only heat we had, and we used them liberally. I kissed her everywhere I could, relishing that youthful young body. And she gratefully returned the favor, eyeing me like I was a much younger man, making me feel like I hadn't in years.

When I entered her, it was like taking a fresh breath of air. I wasn't thinking about revenge and hate. In that second, nothing else mattered but her warmth. Her eyes met mine, wide and surprised, and I knew that she must be feeling something like I was.

When it was over, I couldn't help feeling a small bit of sadness that that would never happen again. I was about to ruin her life, and she would never want me again. Rose snuggled next to me, pressing her cold body against mine. I wished what was about to happen wouldn't happen.

I wished I wasn't such a hateful person. But then I heard a knock at the door and I felt a rush of excitement that I hadn't felt since fifth year. I was about to get Ron Weasley, and make him feel like shit. And it was going to be fun.

"Come in."

I stopped breathing. I hadn't said that. Rose had. I looked down at her, her naked shoulders standing out against the dark green sheets. Did she know who was about to come though this door? Why was she doing this to herself?

The door slowly opened and slowly, cautiously, a tall blonde woman walked in. Her robes were dusted with snow, and her cheeks were flushed from the weather. Her eyes found us with cold recognition. Her eyebrows furrowed in anger and hate, and she pulled out a wand from her pocket, pointing it directly at me. "You miserable son of a bitch," she spat.

It was my wife, and she did not look happy.

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