IMPORTANT: I'm on track now; the date at the end of this chapter will be Tuesday October 20th 2015.
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Flashback: January of 2010 (Teddy and Jauclin's first year)
"Where were you?" I drilled Jauclin as she walked into my class ten minutes late.
Jauclin straightened up and looked over at the Slytherins who were all sitting on one side of the classroom and then over to the Gryffindors who were on the opposite side. And then she smirked. I skimmed over the class roster, I really shouldn't have had to but I did. And guess who else was missing? Yes, ladies and gents, one Ted Remus Lupin was nowhere to be seen. When both of them weren't in my class together I got a little bit queasy, McGonagall threatened to kick one of them out of school if their behavior didn't settle. If Teddy got kicked out I'd never hear the end of it from Pothead, all on how my daughter was a bad influence and she's the reason we were in the situation in the first place, and if I would have done a better job at raising her none of this would have happened. And if Jauclin got kicked out, well...maybe that wouldn't be the end of the world. It's not like she's going to do much with her life anyway. She's an heiress, she'll party on weekdays and drink on weekends and spend daddy's money all week. Just ask the American heiress'; they know a thing or two about blowing money.
"I got lost." Jauclin answered as she skipped over to her seat next to Alex Knox and acted like she hadn't just walked in ten minutes late.
"You didn't happen to see Teddy on your way?"
"Teddy?" She faked stupidity. "Teddy who?"
"Lupin..."
"Oh! Teddy! Yeah, no." Jauclin took out her composition book and started writing the notes that were on the board.
Normally when Jauclin and Teddy couldn't be found one of them ended up with a detention or two. Last time Jauclin left her bag in the Great Hall and Teddy stole it and threw it in the fireplace in the Gryffindor's common room. Then there was the time Jauclin got some seventh year to let her into the Gryffindor Tower, she took all Teddy's uniforms and hid them around the castle. It took Avery Knox, head of Slytherin, a week to get all the paintings to tell him where Jauclin hid Teddy's clothes. They both served five detentions for their acts. Oh, oh, then there was the dueling during dinner last month. Oh Merlin. It started off with simple things like Teddy changing the color of Jauclin's hair, or Jauclin spilling Teddy's food and drink all over his lap. But then when they started getting irritated with one another they started throwing jinxes and charms across the hall. Every incantation I ever taught Jauclin hit Teddy and, all the incantations Teddy learned from Potter or his charm book hit Jauclin. The duel came to an abrupt halt when Teddy hit Jauclin with the same hex Potter hit me with during sixth year. Granger and I turned white as cotton while we scrambled to find a counter-curse. It was the scariest moment of my life. Their games had been on pause for a while, but the look Jauclin had on her face told me they were back.
"Jauclin." I said.
"Professor Malfoy." McGonagall's crisp voice cut through the tension. I looked up at her. "May I please see you and Miss Malfoy in the corridor for a moment?"
Jauclin's smirk vanished and it was replaced with an entirely innocent expression. I eyed her, and she shrugged. I followed Jauclin out to the corridor while the rest of class was instructed to get back to their notes. Little Teddy Lupin was standing out there with McGonagall. He was soaked to the bone, shaking like he had lost all the heat from his body, and the look he was giving Jauclin might as well killed her.
"I was on my way to help Professor Hagrid and I hear this pounding noise." McGonagall glanced down at Teddy as she told her tale. "Are you familiar with the Room of Requirements, Mister Malfoy?" I felt like I was a student again.
"Yes, Professor." I answered quickly.
"I found Mister Lupin drowning in a tank of water in the Room of Requirements."
"He was not drowning! He had the Bubble-Head Charm!" Jauclin protested.
"You preformed the Bubble-Head Charm successfully?" I was more amazed at her skill than I was mad at her for using it. I don't even think Granger could have done that during our first year.
"Mister Malfoy." McGonagall snapped as Jauclin nodded.
"I warned you and Miss Granger about their behavior." She pointed between Teddy and Jauclin. "Next time one of them acts up, they'll both go. I'm a woman of my word, Professor." She was serious. Women are almost always serious. Jauclin, Teddy, and I stayed quiet until McGonagall was out of ear-shot.
"What were you thinking?" I hissed.
Jauclin folded her arms over her chest, "He told me he was a better swimmer than me."
"So you stuffed him in a tank?"
"Of course not." She snorted as Teddy sneezed. "I knocked him out and levitated him in to the room with a giant fish tank. I put the Bubble-Head Charm on him, it's not like I was trying to kill him." I couldn't wait till she went through puberty. Mood swings seem a lot better than this constant mischievous one. "It's really strange. Dogs are supposed to be really good swimmers, but it doesn't look like you're a very good swimmer, Teddy." She added with a smirk in Teddy's direction.
"I hope you get mauled by a Bludger." Teddy spat.
"Snitch!"
"Bitch!"
"You'll serve whatever punishment she gives you," I warned Jauclin as I lead Teddy towards the classroom. "And you need to learn to stand up to her," I nodded in Jauclin's direction, "otherwise I'll start treating you like a girl." I said to Teddy before we walked into the classroom.
Teddy's only response was a series of sneezes.
Sunday October 18th-5:03am, three hours before the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor Quidditch match.
I literally felt my skull splitting. It was excruciating. Like someone taking a broomstick and ramming it so far up your arse it comes out your bellybutton. Or having someone drop a cauldron on your legs, one by one until they're a bloody mess. You think I'm delusional. Or just over-exaggerating. But until you've spent the past five hours drinking only to be brutally woken up just when you were starting to fall asleep, don't judge me. And it wasn't just the noise that was killing me, it was the complete darkness. I couldn't even see past my eyelids. I went into a momentary panic until I opened my eyes. If I remembered nothing about this night when I woke up, I'd really like to remember never to share my drunkcapades with anyone, as long as I wanted to keep my dignity that is. I stayed planted into the bed as McLaggen turned the bathroom light on, walked through my room, unlocked the door, and then returned to his room after slamming the door.
"Bloody mother fucker!" I shouted then recoiled at the sound of my own voice. It echoed, I don't like echoes.
"Are you drunk?" The light flicked on and I started crying. Merlin, why me?
"What time is it?" I lifted myself off my pillow, was someone under my bed?
"A little after five." The same person who asked if I was drunk answered the unknown asker. "I came here to tell you what's going on."
"What are you talking about?" I muttered into the pillow, and then took a quick glance at the third person in my room. It was Jauclin, of course it was Jauclin.
"The Gryffindor team is outside at the Pitch..." A pause for unnecessary dramatic effect. "Practicing!"
"For what?" The person under my bed asked.
"For what?" Jauclin repeated. "There's a Quidditch match today!" She barked.
Ow, ow, ow...
"I followed the half-breed out there and all those stupid Gryffindors are up there flying around and they're pumped up! PUMPED!" She plopped down on my bed and the person underneath yelped and cried, then he whimpered and crawled out from underneath.
"Goyle." I was in complete shocke. Goyle was my drinking buddy? "You lost weight." I added.
"You learned to hold your liquor."
Goyle and I fell into a fit of giggles, and Jauclin rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. She reminded me of my mother. I didn't even remember running into Goyle last night. The only thing I remember is leaving the hospital and apparating straight to Diagon Alley to find the nearest bar. I can't even tell you the name of the bar, just that the bartender's name was Joe and that I had a tab. Merlin, it had been years since I drank myself into memory loss. And Goyle, I can't get over the weight loss. He was just as fit as Knox, and Knox visited the gym like his soul belonged to it. Insane. The things that happen when you're drunk out of your mind. For example, how in the hell did Goyle manage to get under my bed.
"I have a secret to help you win the match." Goyle grumbled as he attempted to get to his feet.
"What's that?" Talk about Little Miss Tude.
"Catch the snitch."
"No way!" Her sarcasm was vicious. "I would have never thought of that. You must be some sort of genius or something. News flash, you stupid brute, I know how to play!"
With that she stormed out, slamming the door hard enough on her way out that the painting above my door came crashing down.
Two hours later Goyle and I were digging through my closet trying to find him some clothes to wear. I didn't want him wearing any of my nicer clothes so I handed him something I took from McLaggen's room at the start of term. Goyle was a little smaller than McLaggen but the clothes fit him just fine. It was strange seeing Goyle, and not just because of the weight loss. I mean, after everyone found out I knocked up Granger, he stopped talking to me; it was like we were never friends to begin with. Well, I suppose we were never really friends, but we had some kind of relationship, and it really hit me hard when he left and all I had was Granger and Pansy. I helped Goyle put on his tie as he fixed his cuff links. He would have to wear one of my cloaks since the only cloak he had with him was a stinky brown one. A part of me, actually all of me, believed he was living in some crappy flat, and it had been his lucky day to be my drinking buddy. Ah, well, he could have the clothes, and that cloak he was wearing didn't cost me much, so he could take that, too.
Pansy stopped in mid-step as we passed her on the way to Knox's fireplace. Goyle gave her a wink and kept on walking. A scowl replaced her shocked look and she gave me a gagging look. She never liked Goyle much. She always said I was way too good to be associating with him. But when you're a small, mouthy kid, you need the biggest and dumbest brutes around to make sure your arse doesn't get skinned. Keeping Crabbe and Goyle around as friends was the best choice I ever made. No one but Gryffindor's finest dared messing with me when Crabbe and Goyle were on either side of me. So I shrugged my shoulders at Pansy's countenance and lead Goyle to Knox's fireplace so he could go back to whatever hell hole he came from.
"So, Goyle, huh?" Pansy asked as we climbed the stairs to the bleachers with Granger, Knox, Potter, and Potter's two children following close behind. "Haven't seen him in sometime."
"Who's Goyle?" Knox asked while he tightened his scarf.
"A brute." Potter mumbled. No one objected.
"He was Draco's friend." Pansy explained. "But the second he heard Draco and Hermione were going to have a baby he gave a nasty interview and left town." Yeah, I may have forgotten to mention that he told The Daily Prophet I only knocked Granger up for the publicity. Little did he know it was an accident.
"That's not very nice." Little Lily Luna Potter commented.
"What did I tell you, Lily?" Potter hushed the red-head.
"Alright," Knox said once we were in the bleachers. "I told Jauclin to try and not knock Teddy off of his broom this time. I told her that she'd be serving a detention or two unless she can prove it was a complete accident. Knowing this, there's no doubt she'll try it. So, I'm sorry, Potter, I can't begin to imagine the horror of seeing your Godchild nearly plummet to his death."
"Don't worry, Harry," Granger patted Potter's shoulder, "nothing will happen to Teddy."
Just after she said that a streak of blond and green whizzed past us, away from Teddy Lupin who was struggling to stay on his broom. Lily watched Teddy with great interest as he got a good handle on his broom, and took off in the direction Jauclin had, Lily started clapping like a maniac when he gave her a quick smile. She was cute kid, if you like red-headed, trouble-makers that is. Her brother was much calmer and kept his gaze focused on Jauclin, Granger said he thought Jauclin was quite lovely. Apparently when she, Jauclin, and Autumn went to visit him in the hospital after he had some kind of surgery he told Jauclin he was going to marry her, I happen to know he was loopy on pain potions when he said it. I kept my eye on Teddy and Jauclin as they circled the pitch, occasionally Jauclin would ram into Teddy, but he did nothing in return except follow her like the dog he is. Soon enough the two of them took off towards the clouds and I was forced to watch the rest of the game going on between their teammates.
Owen Rowland, a Chaser for Gryffindor, was sandwiched between Rory and Kaleb, Chasers for Slytherin. Slytherin's new Beater, a second year boy with black hair, hit the Bludger so that it smashed into the tail end of Owen's broom and sent Owen spiraling towards the ground. Slytherin still knew how to play dirty and legal. McLaggen blew one of his whistles and a few of the buffer students raced out and helped Owen over to where Madam Pomfrey and her assistant were standing with a cart of medical supplies. Pansy cheered on the Beater. Potter and Granger moaned and groaned about injustice as Jauclin and Teddy became visible again, Teddy's hair was a bright red which made Lily and Albus clap. I smirked. Rory had caught the Quaffle that had fallen out of Owen's grasp when the Bludger hit his broom, and sped towards the goal posts. He threw the Quaffle towards one of the lower ones as Jauclin appeared and collided with Dana Reese, Gryffindor's Keeper. 'Boos' and 'Yays' erupted from the stand at Slytherin's goal, Jauclin flew by the Slytherin stands and even more applause broke out. She loved the attention.
The announcers sat in the set of bleachers next to us. The job belonged to some stupid little fifth year Hufflepuff, but Little Potter bribed him with a lock of hair from Harry Potter. Kids these days were so dumb. So Autumn and Little Potter sat in the announcers box, cracking only jokes the two of them, and sometimes Lily and Albus, found amusing. They didn't mind much, and neither did McGonagall. Just so long as they weren't complete screw-ups like that idiot who announced when I was in school. Lee something...
"What is she doing?" Potter was the first to notice Jauclin hurrying toward the medical cart.
"I think she's going to be sick." Knox frowned as he leaned over the rail.
And what do you know, she did.
"Oh, that's real classy, Jauclin." Little Potter's voice sounded through the stadium. "Blowing chunks in the middle of a game. Can't she be pulled, Professor?"
"James Potter!" McGonagall shouted, her nostrils flaring. "Leave that poor girl alone or you will be serving a detention with Professor McLaggen."
Jauclin got him back, though. As James was announcing a goal made by Geoff, Jauclin faked a sighting and lead herself and Teddy through the announcer's box. James was cut off in mid-sentence and shrieked like a little girl. Autumn's laughs ringed throughout the stadium. Quidditch matches were more interesting when you knew there was tension between some of the players. Like every time Teddy and Jauclin chased each other around the pitch Geoff would shoot them glances and glares, but they were so quick you'd miss them if you weren't looking. And then when Jauclin would knock Teddy around Little Knox would get all red in the face and yell at his team to start getting serious about the match. Rory and Kaleb would just look at each other amusingly as Little Knox got pissy, but would immediately shape up when one of the Gryffindor Chasers would try and take advantage of their momentary distraction. The other Slytherin Chaser, Leila Morgan, would flirt with Kaleb when they were in formation together, and then would also wink as Rory when Kaleb wasn't looking. Humorous.
As the game went on I switched seats with Pansy and Granger just so I could sit next to Potter. He glanced at me and then down at his kids before speaking.
"Teddy has been acting funny in his letters lately." Potter said quietly.
"Jauclin, too," I told him about the incident at the hospital and about how the two have been acting in my classroom. Potter watched Teddy after Jauclin tried knocking him off his broom again. He was muttered something to himself as he steadied himself to start really searching for the Snitch. "I heard that they don't do their rounds together anymore."
"Teddy said that Jauclin locks herself in the bathroom with Vienne until he leaves."
"My sixth years said that Teddy and Geoff have been going at it during practice and in Charms."
"Yeah, Teddy mentioned things not being well between the two." Potter nodded.
"James said they love each other." Potter's little girl nosed into the conversation.
"When did you talk to James?" Scarhead asked.
"He sent her a letter with the toilet lid." Albus snitched.
"He sent you a toilet lid?" Potter's voice got quiet and deadly. "A toilet lid?"
"Mummy let me keep it." Lily was playing her dad. That whole 'well, when I'm with mummy I get to...' crap. Jauclin tried it on me when she was five. It didn't work on me and it wasn't working with Potter.
Victorie's squeal was the only thing that tore my attention away from my talk with Potter. The giddy freak was clapping like a madwoman as Teddy spotted something and zoomed towards it. Jauclin, who had been circling above the Pitch sped after Teddy and caught up with him in a matter of seconds. Little Knox was calling for his teammates to keep playing since they had all paused to watch Jauclin and Teddy, but even the Gryffindors made the same mistake, I figured Alex just enjoyed yelling. Geoff got the Quaffle and scored on a red-faced Knox as Jauclin and Teddy followed the Snitch around. Rory told the Beaters something and the two thick Slytherins raced off. I never really understood the importance of Beaters in Quidditch; I guess they just made the game more rough. I have no clue what Rory had told his Beaters to do, but it didn't matter, because the older of the Gryffindor Beaters got there before the Slytherins and he gave the Bludger a good whack in Jauclin's direction. Jauclin had never been hit by a Bludger before. She took a Quaffle to the gut many of times, but the Bludger would have been something new. Especially when it was headed right for her back. I think I panicked a little. Actually, I know I panicked a lot, all I could see was her spine being permanently damaged and she'd never be able to function the same way anymore. I never thought about how scary it'd be to see her mangled from a Quidditch match. So I prayed. I prayed to Merlin to give her and I some kind of miracle, because I was losing my dad, and if I lost her I don't know what I'd do.
Our miracle was not one I would have hoped for, but he'd suffice. At the sound of the crack of the bat, Teddy sent a sharp glance over his shoulder and made a face he'd made many of time before when he a Pennifold made a mistake on their Potion's assignment. This look was much more pained, though. As Jauclin sped up even more to try and get closer to the Snitch, Teddy fell back. Like he just completely gave up on trying to win. It really did happen quickly. I know it sounds slow when I tell it to you. But the events played out like they had been planned. When the Gryffindor Beater hit the Bludger Teddy glanced over his shoulder, Jauclin sped up to catch the Snitch and Teddy fell back to take a Bludger to the shoulder. I think Potter and I both about shit our trousers when Teddy came tumbling off his broom. He landed on the same shoulder that was probably broken, sucked to be him. Potter was out of his seat and leaning against the railing, he watched Teddy like a hawk. And when Teddy gave a sign of movement, Potter relaxed a bit, but remained standing until Jauclin had her fingers wrapped around the Snitch.
There were quite a few of us crowded around Teddy's bed in the Hospital Wing. All of his teammates, Little Knox, Rory, Vienne, Potter, all of Potter's kids, Granger, Autumn, and I were watching Madam Pomfrey as she tended to the half-breed. He shattered his left shoulder blade, broke his humerus in several spots, and dislocated the same shoulder. I know I crack on him all the time, but right now Teddy Lupin had my respect. He was fully alert and winced in pain as Madam Pomfrey injected something into shoulder. Lily was sitting on the bed with Albus and James, they all looked like they wanted to poke his arm. I would have wanted to if I was any of their ages. Teddy grinned at them and looked around the room before settling on Geoff. Geoff was staring back at Teddy without an expression, it was really eerie. Teddy was looking for Jauclin and Geoff was aware of it. Jauclin was just outside the doors, arguing with Victorie Weasley. They placed a charm around themselves, so whenever someone opened the door all we saw was the two girls invading each other's personal space. Little Knox patted Teddy's leg and told him nice game before excusing himself to go find his brother.
"That was very heroic of you, Mr. Lupin." Madam Pomfrey commented after Autumn finished recapping the match for her.
"Very." Geoff added bitterly.
"The Bludger would have hit her back. Her whole life would be spent in bed." Teddy said quickly.
"I really didn't mean to aim it at her back, Professor Malfoy." Hugh Nelson, the sixth year Beater, said.
"What if your shoulder never gets better?" Geoff was really taking this hard. "You just threw out any chance of making it big as a Seeker."
"You would have rather me let that Bludger nail your girlfriend? All because of my future as a Seeker?" I had never seen mature, agitated Teddy up-close before.
"No, of course not." Geoff hissed. This was way too entertaining. "I'm just saying, saving her like that, it was awfully big of you."
"Now that we've established Mr. Lupin's got nerve, I'm ordering all students to leave." Pomfrey declared.
"Is it bad for recovery?" Owen asked from his bed.
"No, but they're giving me a headache."
The Gryffindor's waved good-bye to him, Rory and Little Potter patter his leg, and then Vienne and Autumn gave his a kiss on the cheek. I watched them all leave and also the grand finale of the argument between Victorie and Jauclin. Victorie's face was pink and her nostrils were flared much like McGonagall's, she was beyond livid with Jauclin. Compared to Victorie, Jauclin was calm and collected. She had her arms crossed over her chest and she shook her head in disagreement as Victorie went on about something. Whatever Victorie said last pissed Jauclin off, though, because Jauclin drew her wand to Victorie's throat so fast, like the blink of an eye fast. Victorie would have whimpered had sound been present. The girl burst into tears and we heard her sobbing as she ran away from the Wing. Jauclin straightened out her Quidditch robes then looked over in the direction Victorie had just ran off too. And then she did the most girliest thing I have ever seen her do...she started crying. I went to go to her, but Granger grabbed my robes. My daughter was crying. Any good father would have went and comforted her. I glared at Granger as Jaucling wiped her tears away and walked in.
"That was really stupid of you." Jauclin chastised as she stood next between Potter and Granger. Her eyes were slightly pink and so was the tip of her nose.
"A simple thank you would work too." Teddy said lightly.
"You almost had that Snitch, a few more moments and it would have been yours." Jauclin went on. Merlin, I'm not even that proud. If Potter would have saved me from spinal cord damage I would have thanked him. Annoying or not, I would have owed my life to him.
"You know why, Jauclin." Teddy paused as Jauclin gave the rest of us an uneasy smile. "You know why." He repeated.
Jauclin let out a strange laugh, "If you offed me then Albus here wouldn't have anyone to woo when he's older, isn't that right, Albus?" She smiled like she meant it this time.
Poor little Albus blushed furiously.
"Alright, it's getting a little too crowded in here." Pomfrey was anal today. "Miss Malfoy."
"She's not bothering me." Teddy pushed himself up with his good arm.
"I can go." Potter said.
"You...er, you can...can stay, Harry, I'm not bothered." Teddy stuttered.
"No, no, it's fine." Potter stepped away from the bed. "I just wanted to make sure you'd be fine." Potter gave Teddy's good shoulder a squeeze before saying his good-byes. Lily and Albus gave Teddy a hug on his good side then followed their dad out of the Hospital Wing.
Jauclin looked at Granger and me awkwardly, "I can go," She pointed to the door. "Geoff might want to do something or..." Teddy mouthed something to her. "Or I can stay here. Mum, will you tell Geoff that I'm not feeling too well?" She said as she sat on the right side of Teddy's bed.
See, see, right there! Things like that make me think she's shagging his bloke. I know I should trust Jauclin's word, but come on, she's seventeen. She's lucky I even let her stay in a room alone with Teddy. I stared Teddy and Jauclin down as I walked away with Granger; the two of them looked at me like I might be smoking something. I wasn't, I was just being protective of my daughter.
"So, er," I asked Granger quietly as I scratched the back of my head, "how's your butt?"
"It's, uh," She looked around. "The ointment is working real well."
"That's good."
"Yeah, it's real good."
Awkward silence.
"Potter's kids are getting big." I thought it would be best to change the subject.
I didn't know if I was supposed to bring up the sex. Normally I wouldn't, but things were different with Granger. Did I mention the lack of condom usage the other night? Maybe she was on the morning after Potion or something, but I definitely do not remember putting on the rain coat. So I had a right to say something about it, right? No. Well, maybe. Hell, I don't know. I was kind of hoping Granger would bring it up, but she didn't say anything yesterday and today was apparently the day for awkward silences. I scratched the back of my head again. How would I start up a conversation? 'Granger, did I knock you up by any chance? Because I noticed that my condom box is still unopened. So maybe you know what is going on in the department of us.' No, that was way too strange. Perhaps I was putting too much thought into this. Maybe she wanted me to say something first, maybe she was just scared of bringing it up because she thought I had thought of it as just another shag. I scratched the back of my head. Nah, Granger knew me well enough to know that that night meant a little more than something to me. Right?
"Yeah, Lily's insanely jealous of everyone starting Hogwarts. She'll go crazy next year when Albus leaves."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Yup." I scratched the back of my head.
"Draco..." She started. "Is Jauclin okay?" That was a last minute change of subject, I could tell from the look on her face.
"Oh yeah," I lied. I honestly didn't know what was going on with that girl. "She's just stressed with Quidditch, school, and now this thing with dad."
"Are you sure? Because she just asked me to lie to Geoff."
"I'm...I'm sure it's just her time of the month or something." I muttered as we stopped in front of the statue that lead to Granger's dormitory.
"Do you want to come in?" She asked in a tone that anyone with half a brain would know was seductively.
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"BLOODY MOTHER FUCKER!"
"Oh my GOD!"
"FUCKING MERLIN!"
"Stop yelling!"
"YOU BROKE IT!"
"I can't have broken it! It has no bones!" Granger scrambled around her room for clothes. "We need to see Pomfrey. Here, put this on." She tossed me a robe.
"Jauclin's down there!"
"Do you want it to stay that way?" She spat.
Remember me telling you that a hangover was unimaginable pain? Well, I lied. I'd much rather feel the pain of waking up to banging on the door when I have a hangover, it seemed like BLOODY PARADISE compared to the surge of pain that was rushing through me. I don't even know what went wrong. We'd done this many of times before, tons of times before! I think I was crying, I know I was crying. MERLIN! Granger finished putting her clothes on and then helped me toward the door. This was horrible! I felt like someone had gone fishing and got their hook caught in it and yanked it right off. I think I would have felt better if it had been ripped off. I let out a scream as we walked up the steps that went from Granger's room to her common room. UNBELIEVEABLE! It was like someone was trying to castrate me with a pair of sewing scissors, while I was fully conscience. FUCKING MERLIN! This was not happening. In two minutes time I would wake up and all of this will have been a dream. I would be lying in my bed without Goyle underneath it. I would wake up, get dressed, and then go watch my daughter not throw up and Teddy Lupin not take a Bludger to the shoulder to protect her. This was a dream, all a dream.
"Madam Pomfrey!" Granger cried as she helped me into the Hospital Wing.
"Dad?" Jauclin's voice came from somewhere. All I saw was bloody PAIN at the moment. "What happened?"
"I fell." I snapped.
"I think he fractured it," Granger was telling someone.
"Me?" I scoffed. "It's your fault!"
"Miss Malfoy," Pomfrey said strictly, "please go back over and sit with Mr. Lupin. Now!"
Jauclin hurried away, casting glances over her shoulder. Teddy was sitting upright in his bed watching me as I limped over to the nearest bed. Madam Pomfrey sent her assistant to go find a curtain to keep my case out of view from the rest of the patients in the Wing. Owen was staring at me from his bed, his knees were up to his chest and his mouth was hanging wide open. He knew what was going on; he was much quicker than Teddy ever was. I wanted to burn that damn look right off his face. It wouldn't make the pain go away but it sure as hell would take my mind off the bloody pain! Pomfrey's assistant put up the barrier just as I thought of the perfect hex I could send over to the two Gryffindors and Jauclin...damn bint.
"Now please tell me what happened." Pomfrey instructed.
She snapped a pair of gloves on and I nearly fainted.
"We were in my room," Granger began and Pomfrey looked up. "In my room...exercising...and Draco likes...he likes to do physically exerting workouts," Pomfrey returned to my junk. I felt violated. She muttered things which her assistant scribbled down on a piece of parchment. "And the work out must have been too, er, rough, because when I...helped...him with his-"
"She was riding me and she broke it!" I hissed.
Screw all this crazy talk. Pomfrey knew we were shagging, she wasn't born yesterday. Her wrinkles confirmed that.
"I didn't break it!" Granger stomped her foot like a five year old.
"It's fractured, that's for sure." Pomfrey moved it and I yelped.
"Bloody Merlin!" I cried. No, really, I cried. "How am I ever going to use it again? Look at it! It's crooked and twisted! No one is going to want that!"
"Oh, stop your whining, Mr. Malfoy." Madam Pomfrey lectured me like I was still an over-dramatic twelve year old. "It'll be as good as second-best in a few days."
"Second best!" I exclaimed.
"Merlin has a funny way of wronging those who are doing wrong." I snorted at Pomfrey's words. I suppose she was right, though.
Tuesday October 20th- Potions with Gryffindor and Slytherin 5th years
One time I heard if you don't pay attention to them, they'll go away. As long as they get the idea that you hate them, and you don't care about want they want, think, do, or say then they'll go away. Go away without complaint. They'd give you a glance before they left, but they wouldn't turn around and beg for attention. It'd be like the perfect break-up. Now that I think about it, though, that article may have been on hired House Elves, not hormonal sixth years who have a thing for the Head Boy. I stared at the little bottles of potion sitting on my cabinet, two more hours and I could take another one. Pomfrey told me I'd be in the worst pain of my life if I didn't keep up with the remedy to my, er, problem. She also said if I didn't take them as instructed I wouldn't be the same as I was before. I quite enjoy the things I do so I decided to listen to directions. Southern Draco could not fall after this...unforeseen dilemma with Southern Granger. But I don't think I could wait another two hours.
"What do you think, Professor?"
"I think you should really study, that's what people generally do during independent study." I muttered.
"Victorie doesn't study, Professor Malfoy," Kody Smith said. "She gets the nerds to her homework for her."
"Oh, shut up, Kody, you know I do my homework."
"Yeah, your marks prove it."
That was an insult. Victorie didn't get it. Why, Teddy, why are you doing this to yourself?
"It's just Teddy never talks to me anymore." Victorie pouted.
This was ridiculous. Geoff and Jauclin were somewhat happy. They never came to me about their relationship problems. I don't even think they had any major ones that involved counseling. But if they did, they knew to go to someone who gave a shit about their Hogwarts relationship, because I certainly didn't care. Pansy came to me about her problems with Knox, and Knox came to be about his problems with Pansy, but I cared about their relationship. I was trying to set them up with each other, so of course it's my job to sort of their problems. Autumn came to me about problems she was having with Little Potter and Kaleb and bloody Henry. Potter was annoying her and Kaleb was creeping her and she was infatuated with the fact that a sixth year was infatuated with her. Kaleb and I had a little talk a week ago, but the threats must not have sunken in.
My point is that there is a very slim chance Victorie will get help from me. For starters, I don't like her. She's annoying, she talks about make-up, she's a Weasley, she has a little skip in her walk, and she squeals. God almighty does she squeal. She squeals when she sees Teddy. She squeals when Teddy drops her off at class. She squeals when she talks to her friends. She squeals when she gossips. She squeals more than most people breath. She's like Hogwarts own bloody squeaker box. Second off, I hate her boyfriend. He's an excellent Quidditch player, his Godfather is Scarhead, he's respectful, he keeps to himself, he's the kind of student every teacher (including myself) wants to have, and my daughter loves him. She won't admit it, but she loves him. This is all before Jauclin and Teddy started acting stranger, mind you, but it was those little looks they gave each other, not the flirty ones, but the ones of admiration. They drive me insane. Then there are those times in class when I say something and they both start snickering, because I triggered some kind of inside joke. I said she's happy with Geoff, and I wasn't lying, she is. But she wants Teddy more. And I can get over the fact that they're related because if there are any mutations magic can cure it.
"He's Quidditch Captain, he's got to plan and plot and stuff." I marked a point off on Victorie's essay, just because she was annoying me.
"After that?" She asked me.
"He's got Head duties."
"On weekends?"
"Homework."
Keep the questions coming, Weasley, I can bicker all day.
"Do I even matter anymore?" I hoped she was talking to herself because she really wouldn't like my answer. "And what's so great about Jauclin?" She huffed. Was she seriously going to insult my kid in front of me? "I mean, what does she have that I don't?"
"Her hair is thicker." Smith said.
"Her boobs are bigger." A Gryffindor behind Victorie said. "And her legs are like..." His voice trailed off when he caught my glare.
"He took a Bludger for her!" Victorie whined. "And he's always talking about her, it's always: 'Jauclin said this' or 'Jauclin said that'." She rolled her eyes.
"She's smart." A Slytherin boy added to Smith and the Gryffindor's list. "And she doesn't talk like this." He added in a high-pitched voice to mock Victorie.
"She's not afraid of a broomstick." Smith went on. "And she's saucy." He paused when Victorie looked at him. "According to Jakob Henry."
Saucy? Really? I haven't heard that word since I was five and my mum was teasing my aunt. Saucy. A Ravenclaw had a thing for both my girls. They were attractive to all Houses, they got that from me.
"Put your books away and get your quill ready."
A series of moans and groans erupted. "You can thank the Head Boy for his girlfriend's mouth."
Victorie returned to her seat at the back of the room with a chunky Slytherin girl. Anytime I didn't have the class working on an assignment she normally came to the front of the room to socialize with a tiny Gryffindor girl named Savannah. I put Victorie at the back of the class so I wouldn't have to deal with her, it worked most of time since I kept the class busy. But then there were days where I felt like quitting. This wasn't one of those days. This was a day where if I stood up I'd fall on the floor so fast. Standing up hurt, sitting down too long hurt, and if I wanted to sleep I had to do so on my back. Healing Southern Draco was more painful than regrowing bones. I need him, though, so this had all better be worth it. I went back to grading papers and docked another ten points from Victorie's paper, I'd think of a reason why later.
"I mean," Victorie burst out. "She's a whore. She goes through boys like I go through hair spray!"
"Well, if it isn't the pot calling the kettle black." Smith sighed and my class was hit with the first wave of snickers.
"I'm not calling Jauclin black, Kody, I'm saying she gets around." The second wave hit after Victorie's ignorance.
"You're so stupid." Smith laughed and went back to his work.
Victorie threw a quill at the back of his head as the start of all this drama walked in the room together. Victorie glared at Jauclin as Jauclin looked around the classroom, I was waiting for flames to come from her eyes, or heat vision at least. It was intense. Teddy grinned and nodded to a few people who waved at him, but he was too reserved to start squealing like his tumor. Victorie did something which made Jauclin let out a noise that was definitely a stifled cry and then hide behind Teddy. Hide behind Teddy Lupin. Pleased with herself, Victorie smirked and buried herself in her essay. It's about damn time. I stared at Jauclin, though. What the hell was her problem? Normal Jauclin would never let Victorie Weasley have the last laugh, and she certainly would never hide behind Teddy Lupin for anything. See what I mean? Teenagers are weird. I shook my head, what was wrong with my kid? Dating a Gryffindor was really affecting her mental stability.
"Oi, Lupin," Smith called as the Heads reached my desk. "I have a big Charms exam next period, I could be studying for that if I wasn't working on an essay on the origins of the word 'Potions'. I'm supposed to thank you and your sham of a relationship for that."
Teddy sent Victorie a mortified glace.
"That's not what he said, Kody!" Victorie squealed. "And our relationship isn't a sham." She was beaming now.
Poor Teddy. Poor, poor Teddy.
"Isn't that right, Jauclin?" Weasley added with another smirk.
"Shut up, Victorie, before I shove your wand so far up your-"
"Jauclin!" I barked. Hello Miss Mood Swing. "What are you here for?" The last thing I needed was for Jauclin to send a fifth year to the Hospital Wing.
"Chance blew up a rat during Transfiguration." Teddy explained as Jauclin and Victorie competed in some kind of duel of the glares. "Professor McGonagall was wondering if you had any kind of potion to clean up rat intestines."
"A rat?" I asked.
"A rat." Teddy confirmed as he fidgeted with the strap of his sling. He couldn't look me in the eye.
"How do you blow up rat?" I muttered to myself as I slowly stood. Southern Draco did not like this. Standing up, I mean, he could care less about the dead rat. Why were Jauclin and Teddy always the one making my life a living hell?
Just as I started walking towards my ingredients cabinet Jauclin started tossing her cookies. It was real gross, like absolutely appalling. It made me want to join her. All the girls in the front of the class freaked out and ran towards the back of the room, all the guys found it fascinating like the little freaks they are. Teddy stared at her with wide eyes, and something clicked in me.
I was going to ring his bloody neck.
Okay, I just need to tell you that Goyle serves no greater purpose in my fic, he's just in here to start this chapter.
Also, I'm sorry about changing dates, but the year has always been 2015. It's just that when I was looking up dates I looked under the wrong year. But I swear this is the right date.
I'd like to hear what you think is going on between Teddy and Jauclin. But keep in mind that things aren't always as they appear.