A/N: So this is going to be much longer, but you should enjoy it! :D Anyway, I'm trying to equalize all of them. Adventure time is warming up, Why me is in full heat, the sequel to No one said change would be easy (my first Faith/Draco EVA) is in need of some nurturing, the prequel needs to be corrected (I wrote them all out of hand when I was a VERY unexperienced author)and then there's the Truth behind the Face. Which is. Your face. Jokes.
Sigh.
I hope you all can appreciate this :P
ANYWAY. Thank you to crazycakes91 for being an AWESOME BETA. Thank you to my two very best best friends, then also to…. YOU GUYS! Or girls…. Or transgender…. Or whatever : I don't mind, in fact I'm in this theatre troupe where we go around informing high school students about sexual and reproductive health (including GLBTTQQIPA) :P
Sorry. Totes off topic
(havent written in awhile because im having the writer blues-.- I hate it.)
Now…. ENJOOOYYYY!
MONTH ONE!
As I peered out of one of the tall living room windows of my new house – which brings a smile to my face and causes me to giggle uncontrollably every time I think of it – I see the final, colourful breath of autumn; the leaves from the trees swept by the bitter wind and stirred on the frost bitten grass.
We finally got all the weddings done and people were trying to have children now. Danica was still trying. Hmm odd, hasn't she been bragging all these years about how fertile she is? I smirked to myself before I saw a figure walk up our cobblestone pathway. He was covered head to toe in a black cloak.
I sat up with a start, realizing that it wasn't Draco (he was still in bed), but it was the raven haired man that I call my brother. I was very conscious of my heart beating a million times per second and my clammy palms, since I haven't spoken to him since the incident in the elevator.
It's just Harry, I thought to myself, why would it matter? As soon as I formulated the question, another voice answered me simultaneously: Because of what had happened in the elevator, Faith, just because you're pregnant that doesn't mean you get a free pass to be an idiot!
Since when is my subconscious voice a huge bitch?
I shook the confusing thoughts from my head before I ran to the door as the bell rang. I took a deep breath to compose myself while I tuck a strand of my jet black hair behind my ear. I opened the doors and saw Harry's emerald eyes behind his large round glasses stare back at me cautiously.
"Hello," I said after a long silence.
"May I come in?" he asked politely.
"Erm," I said, "Okay," I stepped aside as a rush of cold air followed Harry into the house before I shut the door.
He shook off his cloak and unraveled the Gryffindor scarf under it; I grabbed his outerwear and hung it in the closet for him. He followed me into the kitchen, we both sat down at the table before I looked at my hands placed on the table.
"Tea?" I asked suddenly.
"Yes please,"
I busied myself with making the tea, and when I had the water boiling in my cute red kettle I leaned on the counter and took all of Harry in. He had dark bags under his eyes, his hair was messier than usual and his clothing was rumpled.
"You okay, dearest sibling of mine?" I asked warily.
"Yes- well…. No, not really," he sighed.
"What's the matter?"
"Well, to be honest…" he began before a golden brown haired, hazel eyed, extremely short girl walked in, yawning.
"G'morning," she said as she opened the refrigerator doors and riffled through it.
"Morning!" I replied brightly.
"What the fuck? It's 11am!" Harry exclaimed with shock.
"Your point?" Paige replied as she grabbed some bacon and handed it to me. "Make, please?"
"Sure," I said as I turned the knob of the oven to 350F. As soon as I realized that no one was talking for a bit I whipped my head at them. "Oh sorry! Harry…. This is Paige,"
"Ah, nice to meet you, Paige," Harry said awkwardly. I would face palm right now from the awkwardness if not for the fact that I had grease from the bacon on my hands. I stripped all of them down and threw the package out.
"Hi," she said with a wave.
"Erm, if you don't mind me asking…. Who are you?" he asked looking at me so I got what he actually meant: Witch or Muggle?
I mouthed Muggle behind her back. "I'm Paige and I live here," she giggled before turning back to the fridge and taking out fruit and whipped cream.
"Do we have more bacon in there?" I asked Paige as I scrubbed my hands under the tap water.
"Are you kidding? Draco loaded up on a ton, how many do you need?"
"Just one more package, Michelle and Charlie are coming over…. Wait never mind…. 2 more,"
"Okay," she said as she took out more bacon packages for me. I laid them out in neat rows in the pan and waited several seconds before the oven beeped to let me know that it was all heated up. The kettle started whistling. "Paige… could you...?"
She sighed dramatically, "Fine!" she sounded annoyed, but I knew she was just joking around with me.
"I'm sorry…. Is this a bad time?" Harry said getting up from his seat.
"Sit," I said as Paige handed him his tea. "And don't forget to read your tea leaves," I waggled my finger at him with a grin.
"Eggs?" Paige asked, "Hash browns, pancakes?"
"Take out the eggs and make one an omelet, one sunny-side up and one scrambled," I said as I bent over to check the bacon on the stove.
"What do I put in the omelet?" Paige asked as she opened the fridge again.
"Hmm," I thought as I washed my hands…. Yet again, "veggies and cut ham," I began chopping potatoes, still keeping an eye on the bacon's sizzles. "So what were you saying, Harry?"
"Well… Ginny and I…. well we're expecting now," he said dejectedly.
"Congratulations!" I exclaimed…. "You don't look happy,"
"Yeah… I was about to say that," Paige laughed as she began scrambling eggs.
"Why are you serving eggs…? Don't you hate them?" Harry said, avoiding the subject.
"We both do, now why aren't you happy?" I asked.
"Well…. I think I'll be a horrible father… and I don't want my children to grow up with the media constantly hunting them,"
I waved my knife at him, "That's why there's Hog - school," I grinned as I put my knife down before flipping the bacon.
"Hog school?" Paige giggled to herself but we ignored her
"Yeah… I know…." Harry said glumly.
"What's Michelle bringing over?" Paige asked.
"Croissants," I said, "They're homemade,".
"Mmmmm yummy!" Paige said.
Paige flipped the omelet and stirred the liquidy scrambled eggs before she set work to the sunny-side up eggs; she cracked them expertly in the pan before she washed her hands to begin the preparation of the fruit with whipped cream.
"Why don't you call Ginny to come over and eat with us?" I suggested to Harry as I began mixing the ingredients for my special chocolate chip banana pancakes.
"Okay," he said, "Where's your owl?"
"Erm," I said before Renee walked into the kitchen with a surprised jolt.
"What's going on?" she asked; Renee's voice was sweet as the sugar cookies she loves so much.
I sighed irritably, "Merlin! Does anyone ever listen around here - ?"
"I do," Paige said meekly before her face broke into an immense grin.
I chuckled to myself as I rolled my eyes, "I had said a few days ago that we were having a big brunch,"
"Oh yeah!" Renee said as it dawned on her before a worried expression clouded her features.
I tossed her a granola bar, "Here," She gave me a grateful expression before sitting at my old spot at the table. Renee is hypoglycemic; which means she is low on iron, and should eat every few hours or she'll faint.
"Harry, it's in the next room," I pointed before flipping the bacon again. "Renee, could you set the dining room table after you're finished?"
She narrowed her unique yellowish green eyes at me. "Sure," she said before she took another bite from her snack.
The potatoes were grilling, the stove was releasing a savory smell of bacon, the eggs were almost done, the fruit was cut and topped with whipped cream and my infamous chocolate chip banana pancakes were half-way done when the doorbell rang. By that time Harry had already gotten back from his owl to Ginny and he had received an acceptance letter back from the redhead. She was going to come with Michelle and Charlie. The table was set everything to be going along well.
"Paige, can you babysit the food while I go and wake up Draco?" I asked.
"Fine, I'll babysit them," she giggled, "do I get paid?"
"Why would you get paid?" I asked earnestly.
"Because I'm babysitting for you. Normally people get paid for babysitting," she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
I rolled my eyes yet again at the hazel eyed girl, "Ha-ha, you're so witty; you should be in Ravenclaw,"
"Ravenclaw?" she asked with a tilt of her head.
Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh bloody hell! My eyes darted urgently towards Harry, his visage mirrored my own.
"Oh, it's just this thing I read in an article," I rambled on, "it's really quite interesting, I'll explain it to you later," I dashed off before the situation could go from bad to worse.
I ran to the door to my – our room. I opened it slowly and peered in to see a peaceful looking Draco before I tip toed to his side. He rolled towards me and his eyes fluttered open.
"Hey there, beautiful," he grinned before he pulled himself into a sitting position.
"Hi," I said trying not to turn to mush. You see, even now, a month or so after we left Hogwarts and everything was peaceful between us, whatever he said to compliment me seemed to have the same effect as a Jelly Legs Jinx.
He ran a hand through his hair, he closed his eyes, and "Do I have to get up, love?"
"Hm, well I think brunch will be ready in fifteen minutes or so, so I would assume that you would have to,"
He jumped up from the bed. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier? I need to get ready!" He said before he locked himself in our bathroom.
I shook my head with a small smile. So typical. I didn't even get a good morning kiss!
I returned downstairs with a serene smile and finished preparing brunch with Paige. Just as we were squeezing the oranges to make fresh juice, Draco walked into the kitchen and snaked his arm around my waist. He pulled me face first into his chest; he smelled of shampoo and his natural crisp and clean scent. I took a deep breath; relishing it all. He grabbed my chin delicately and titled it up; our lips met in a sweet passionate kiss.
"Merlin, get a room!" said Harry awkwardly.
I pulled away from him with a grin on my face. "I love you," I giggled.
"I love you more," he whispered back. He let me go so that I could finish up the meal with Paige. "Oh and by the way; I invited Blaise and Granger over."
"I hope we have enough bacon," I said.
"NO! YOU CAN'T EAT MY LITTLE FAMILY!" Paige shouted in horror.
"What the fuck?" I said, "Paige, you're not related to bacon."
"No, but I babysat them; that one is called bacon, and that one is called Minton-because he's really bad….badminton- and that one…" she said as she pointed at every strip of perfect bacon and continued naming them.
"Merlin…. Did you get her at the crazy house?" Draco asked me.
Paige turned and glared at him, "I'm not crazy," she pushed him in the stomach; he barely moved (he was used to her attempts – The first time she had pushed him he fell backwards; unsuspecting at all the strength compacted in her small frame), "I'm just extremely unique."
"Maybe just a little crazy." I grinned at her teasingly.
"Just a little," she agreed with a grin of her own.
Ding dong!
Paige and I exchanged glances before we raced for the door. I flung it open and there stood Michelle, Charlie and Ginny. Michelle's stomach slightly bulged beneath her coat, and when she took it off, it became apparent that the bump was a tiny bit bigger then it was last time. We both took turns hugging Michelle and kissing her on the cheek.
"I lala you," said Paige as she hooked her arm around Michelle's and her other one on mine.
"Ohmygosh really? I lala you too!" she squealed. We set off in a fit of giggles.
"Where are the croissants?" Paige demanded.
"Charlie has them," Michelle said as we walked into the kitchen. We finished cooking everything and set it on plates. As the last plate of food was set on the table, the doorbell rang again. Michelle looked at me curiously.
"It's Blaise and Hermione," I explained as Draco's arms snaked around me from behind and his hands settled on my stomach. "Hi there," From the corner of my eyes I said Michelle beam.
"Ha! See! I knew you guys would get along! I saw this moment! I SAW IT!" she cried excitedly.
"How did you see it?" asked Paige.
Um…. Oh shit. "Don't laugh," said Michelle, recovering rather swifter than usual, "but you know how there are psychics… well I'm kinda one of them,"
"She's a crazy gypsy," I smirked at our old joke.
"Oh," Paige said as she laughed.
The doorbell rang again. "Draco why don't you go answer the door?" I asked irritably.
"I told Blaise yesterday that he can walk right through," he replied equally as irritated, but not with me; with Blaise.
I walked right behind Draco before he opened the doors…. And there stood Hermione and Blaise, wrapped deep into a fierce kiss.
"Erm," I said from behind Draco; the cold air was let in; causing me waves of goosebumps and shivers.
"Oh-fucking-Merlin!" Hermione cried as she ripped herself from Blaise's embrace.
"Er…. What's going on here?" I asked as I glanced at Draco to see his reaction to his best friend snogging with a 'Mudblood'. Of course Draco looked proud of his friend. Of course.
"Um, well you see," Hermione said as she pulled a lock of her hair behind her ear, "Blaise and I were arguing about whether or not to just walk in; I found this positively rude! But, of course he insisted on it,"
"So how does this relate do you snogging Blaise in front of my door?" I asked.
"Well…. Erm…. You see… When someone is extremely passionate about something… things happen…. But when two people are passionate about things and they're disagreeing upon a subject… well things happen very fast…"
"Too much information, Hermione," I said as both our cheeks colored a deep crimson.
"You would know a lot about that, Faith, you would know quite a bit about that" smirked Draco.
I didn't believe it was possible but my cheeks flushed an even deeper colour. "Shut your face,"
"That's not very nice," Draco retorted.
"Shut your face….?" Asked Hermione – who's obviously recovered from her embarrassment "I think you've been spending too much time with Hanna,"
I grinned as I led Blaise and Hermione through the door. We chatted some more before we walked into the buzzing dining room.
"Can we eat now?" asked Michelle; Charlie's arm was slung casually on Michelle's shoulders. Right at that moment everything stopped to a standstill. Michelle looked so happy; she had her friends and family all around her… everything seemed to be perfect for her; a loving husband, friends that want to be around her, a wanted baby on the way and even a job for when she gets off maternity leave. But everyone must have a problem in their lives.
There's no actual 'perfect life', I wonder what's bothering her; surely not Charlie…. Certainly not me. I have to talk to her as soon as I possibly can.
"NO YOU CAN'T EAT MY FAMILY! THEY GO TO HOG SCHOOL!" Paige yelled angrily; we all knew she was teasing; well except for 'Mione, Charlie and Blaise. But all that they did was trade confounded looks.
"Hog school?" asked Draco.
"Yeah…. Faith had said something about Hog school when Harry brought up that he was scared for his children with the media," I saw Ginny and Harry tense.
"Oh, did you mean Hog – school?" Hermione said as she caught herself.
"Yes…. Exactly!" Paige said.
"Let's feast!" I said before I reached for some fruit salad on the table.
She harrumphed and said nothing more. We ate the delicious homemade brunch and chatted a bit more before I got Draco to clear the table with Blaise.
"Ohmigosh! How'd you do that?" exclaimed Michelle.
"Oh, well Draco and I have a little compromise…." I smirked.
"So you cook and he cleans?" she asked.
"Something like that…"
"No. Michelle. She bribes him with 'favors,'" said Paige.
"EWWWWW!" she exclaimed with a disgusted expression.
"Hey… it works!" I said, "And plus it's not bribery! It's a reward,"
"So…. Bribery," said Paige with a giggle.
"No, at first; I made some cake and went to take a shower; leaving my whole mess behind," I explained, "I came downstairs to clean and…. It was all gone! Draco was at the counter drying off the remainder of the dishes!
"And then….?" Michelle asked.
"Well…. You know… one thing led to another…."
"Renee walked in on them," Paige said with a laugh as Renee squirmed in her seat.
"I SAID I WAS SORRY, OKAY?" I said as my cheeks reddened.
"Did she join in?" asked Blaise as he walked through the door.
"….. Blaise…. You're such a pervert…." I said to him. Blaise, finding this funny, walked off with his shoulders shaking with laughter. "I swear to Merlin, Hermione…. That man…."
"I know," she said with her head in her palms. "I need to tell you something…"
"You're pregnant," Michelle stated simply.
"Well…. Yes…. But….."
"Ginny, you're pregnant too,"
"Erm," said Ginny as she fidgeted in her seat.
"Merlin Michelle! Can't you let them tell us themselves?" I said, exasperated.
She looked at me mischievously, "No, it's too exciting!"
I sighed. "Did you tell Blaise yet?" I turned to Hermione.
"Yes,"
"Well aren't we going to be a party," I smirked.
"Merlin, Faith! You smirk too often now," Paige said as Draco and Blaise came back in after transporting all the dishes into the kitchen and putting them away, Draco holding a damp dishcloth.
"I guess I'm quite the influence," Draco said, and yes with a smirk.
"No one influences me!" I proclaimed fiercely.
"…. Voldemort did," said Harry with a grim look on his face.
"NOT MY FAULT!" I laughed. "I was a baby okay; the curse rebounded off you and on me. I had no choice,"
"Voldemort..?" Paige repeated in confusion
"So why are going to be a party?" asked Hermione.
"Pregnancy hormones!"
"Yay!" cried Michelle and Paige with fake excitement.
"Placenta brains…" Paige continued.
"It's going to be bloody brilliant living with you," said Renee sarcastically.
I grinned at her.
"Mehh!" said Michelle as she hip twitched to one side slightly. "I'm vibrating, I'll be right back, I have to take this call," she said as she got up from her chair and walked off.
Hermione and I talked about books, Blaise, Harry, Charlie and Draco talked under their breath about Quidditch whilst Renee and Paige talked about movies.
"Excuse me, I have to use the washroom," I said politely as I got up from my chair with a small smile. I walked down the hallway and heard a familiar voice.
"I know…. I'm trying okay? I can't control the future at all…. I can only see it! … I don't tell it what to do! No…. you aren't. I'm sorry! Don't yell at me!... Hello…? Hello?" I turned the corner to see Michelle put her phone away and wrap her arms around herself.
"Michelle?" I said as I approached her.
"Yeah?" she sniffed as she held her head high trying to pass it off as nothing.
"What's a matter?" I asked her earnestly.
"Nothing," her back was too me but saw her hand go up to her face; she had wiped a tear.
"Michelle… you can tell me," I said. Michelle turned to me, her eyes glistening with tears. "Oh Michelle!" I cried sadly as I tugged her in a hug. We sat down on the floor. "Michelle?"
"Yes?" she sniffed again.
"Are you going to tell me?"
"Maybe… okay." She replied as she leaned her head down on my shoulder, "Well… that was Danica, she keeps asking me if she's pregnant or not, and when I tell her she isn't she flips out on me and says that I just don't want her to have babies. I explained to her that I can't change the future, I can only see it. She flips her shit even more. I don't know what to do anymore!"
Ah… so that's Michelle's problem. "Meesha, don't worry… she'll come around,"
"If you say so… time's running out for her to have children…. If she isn't pregnant by next week… then… well the Ministry will interfere,"
"I'm sure she'll be pregnant by then, Michelle, don't worry. You need to be stressed free for your baby," I said as I patted her stomach, I felt something nudge my hand. "OH BLOODY MERLIN DID YOU FEEL THAT?"
Michelle's expression mirrored mine; completely ecstatic and full of pride. "YES!" she scrambled up from her spot on the floor before I did. "CHARLIE! CHARLIE! CHARLIE! CHARLIE! CHARLIE! CHARLIE!"
"What is it, love?" said Charlie a few seconds after Michelle called him; he looked utterly panicked. "Are you alright?" Soon everybody was surrounding Michelle and me.
"IT KICKED FACE!" Michelle cried joyously.
Charlie's expression changed dramatically; now he was grinning from ear to ear, with pride shining bright in his eyes. He held Michelle close to his arms as everyone came and patted her stomach gingerly to see if the baby would kick them – everyone except Draco and I.
He slung his arms tenderly over me, "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," I replied with the equal amount of love.
"Haha! You got kicked by the baby!" laughed Paige as she pointed at me.
I grinned with a roll of my eyes. "It's cause the baby loves me more than you,"
"That's why it kicked you…? It's probably like: NO! STAY AWAY… kicks," Paige imitated. I glared at her with false anger. "I love-uh you!"
"I love-uh you too!" I said as I broke out with a grin.
The time came for everyone to leave; we all made plans to have a huge feast at Michelle's house in two weeks with everyone.
The next 5 days went well; I read, wrote, sang, went on walks and shopped to keep busy. It wasn't until the sixth day that my doorbell rang. I answered it to find an angry looking Danica.
"Hey!" I said cheerily.
"Don't you mock me!" she snapped.
"Uh… what do you mean…? I didn't do anything," I said as I closed the door behind her as soon as she stepped in.
"You're so ungrateful! You don't even deserve to have a baby! I HATE YOU! You're such a bitch!" she said as she flung her coat on me.
I'm so confused…. All I said was hey. "Um…."
"I'M NOT PREGNANT! If Michelle could've at least done something right for once instead of always messing it up like you, then I wouldn't be in this horrible position. It's your bloody fault!"
"That's not very nice," I said still as quizzical as I was before. "I didn't do anything to deserve this! You can't just come inside my home and yell at me for no reason."
"I HATE YOU! YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO TALK TO ME THAT WAY!"
What the fuck?
"What's going on here?" demanded Draco as he walked in the room. I felt my breath catch in my throat; there he was, except, he didn't look like he used to, he looked menacing and determined. He looked like he did last year.
"None of your bloody business, you stupid Death Eater!" Danica yelled as she jabbed a finger at him.
Oh shit. She did not just call Draco a Death Eater. I glanced at Draco to see his face darken but he said nothing.
"Danica!" I yelled, "That's enough. Calm the fuck down!"
"Don't tell me to calm down! The Ministry is coming for me tomorrow because I can't reproduce!"
"Haven't you been telling everyone since Year one that you're super fertile?" Smirked Draco with a strange glint in his eyes.
"Shut up, Malfoy! I hate you! It's Faith that's supposed to be infertile! I mean look how skinny she is… and on top of that she's completely flat and she wouldn't make pretty babies like I would!"
My mouth fell open at her seemingly blatant remarks about my body. "I'll have you know, hun, that I'm not flat and my frame is slight because that runs in my family!"
"LOOK AT HER LIPS! THEY'RE NOT AS BIG AS MINE! SHE'S NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE CHILDREN! IT'S ME!"
She's acting like a child having a tantrum! I rolled my eyes at her immaturity; her words so futile and childish that it didn't sting at all.
"I hate you. I really do. All my life I wanted to have children so that I could bring them up right but now…." She shook her head, "I can't…. and all your life you've been fighting to defeat Voldemort! You were meant to die! You were supposed to die! If only Dumbledore hadn't saved you from the Malfoy attic when you were a child then I WOULD BE ABLE TO HAVE BABIES!" That doesn't make sense…. I glanced at Draco to see his reaction; his eyes were wide… OH SHIT. I didn't tell him about how I lived at his house for a brief period, well as brief as 6 years can be. Draco quickly recovered himself.
Are Paige and Renee here….? No they're both getting groceries for the house… Thank Merlin.
"Please exit my house now. Before I call the Ministry," Draco said coldly.
"Pfft! Do you seriously think that's a threat to me? They're already going to come for me BECAUSE OF MY IDIOT UNRELIABLE FRIENDS!"
"Michelle can't control the future she can only see it! It's not her fault that you're infertile!" I yelled. "And for that matter I don't see how it's anyone's fault that you're infertile!"
Her eyes darkened with rage, "DON'T SAY THAT WORD, YOU HEARTLESS BITCHY WHORE PRINCESS THAT GETS EVERYTHING SHE WANTS!"
I raised my eyebrows at this. Excuse me?
"Get out of this bloody house now," Draco said in a deadly voice.
"NO!" she screamed before she let out a stream of curse words. Draco had hexed her with a stinging hex. "GOD YOU BITCH I HATE YOU! I CURSE YOU WITH THE WORLD'S BIGGEST PROBLEMS!" Another hex, Draco warned her once more, "NO! FUCK! YOU BITCH! I HATE YOU! I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!" Another hex…. And another warning.
You think that I would feel protective or want to go to the rescue of her, but no, I'm sick and tired of all her excuses, name calling. For years she's been telling me I'm ugly, that I'm not worth it, that I pretty much suck at everything. I'm tired of this madwoman's threats and humiliation. She's been a bitch to me for all the time I've known her, and this past month it's been amplified.
I took out my own wand. "Danica, I suggest you exit the premises immediately. If not, then Draco and I will have to move you. You are unwanted on this property and according to the Law, Section 8,9B, and paragraph 6: We are allowed to do so if you don't listen once asked." Draco looked at me, somewhat surprised. "What? I had a thing for the law," I shrugged innocently; secretly smug inside. "Are you going to leave?" I asked with both my brows raised.
"NOT UNTIL I'M PREGNANT!" she screeched.
"Last warning," I sad as I pointed my wand at her.
She snorted, "As if you'd actually hex me, Faith Lily Potter Malfoy!"
"Try me," I smirked as the adrenaline boosted my confidence. I whispered the tickling charm before she burst into a fit of guffaws.
"Is it true that you lived in my attic for 6 years?" Draco said suddenly, the inane laughter of Danica cutting over him a few times.
"Draco…. Let's take care of the problem at hand first, okay? We have to contact the Ministry and get them over here before Paige and Renee come back from grocery shopping,"
Draco looked like he wanted to persist this topic but he just shook his head and muttered a spell to levitate Danica. I walked into the other room and wrote a quick letter on parchment to the Ministry, it read:
Dear Department of Wizarding Law,
I would like to inform you that Mrs Danica Brockwell has trespassed on my property, Even though I had warned her several times to leave, but she proved most resistant. Draco Malfoy used a few small stinging hexes on her when she wouldn't leave and I used the tickling charm. Please come here immediately seeing as we have two Muggles living with us and they could be back at any moment.
Yours sincerely,
Faith Lily Malfoy (nee Potter)
I attached the letter to my owl hastily before opening the window and whispering Ministry of Magic. I opened my floo to the Ministry (all this time we had it closed in case a wizard popped its head out of the fire whilst Renee and Paige were in the room.)
I walked back into the living room; Draco was sitting on the couch with a look of utmost speculation. I sat next to him and began rubbing his back; he liked that, and I need to do something to keep my hands occupied.
"Faith –" Draco said before he was cut off by the loud sound of boots stomping in the next room.
"Ministry of Magic!" introduced a middle aged serious looking man as he and a few other wizards walked in the room with their wands pointed "If you use magic from this moment on, you can be condemned to a trial at the Ministry of Magic,"
Draco and I didn't move an inch; I just kept rubbing patterns onto Draco's back, getting rid of my excess of energy whilst Draco still pondered. They looked in the room and found a very flabbergasted, Danica, still laughing uncontrollably. They moved over to her and levitated her to the fireplace.
"Thank you for your assistance, Mr and Mrs Malfoy, from here on out you must be careful with the amount of magic you perform here," I heard the familiar sound of them disappearing into the emerald green flames of the floo network. At that exact moment the front door opened and Paige and Renee walked through the front door.
"Alright guys?" Paige asked as she slid her boots off and walked into the kitchen. "guys?" she asked when neither of us responded.
"Draco and I need to talk," I stated simply. "We'll go upstairs,"
"Are you leaving me to make supper by myself?" Paige asked with a pout.
I smiled at her apologetically, "I'm really sorry; Draco and I need to talk about this,"
"Estimated time?" She asked.
"Erm… about supper time…" I said before I left with his hand in mine. We walked up the stairs together and into our bedroom. Draco sat at the end of the flamboyant and intimidating bed. I sat on the other end, not really knowing what to do with myself. We must've sat like that for ages before I grabbed my book from the bedside table and propped myself up. Reading calms me down…. I need to read.
"Faith," he said.
"Yes?" I said after a long pause.
"You lived in my attic?" he asked.
I sensed that this was the moment to put my book down and crawl over to sit next to him. "Well yes,"
"Why?"
I sighed. I've explained this story too many times that it's ridiculous. "Well, you know the story of how Voldemort came into the bedroom Harry and I shared and he tried to kill both him and me. But my mother sacrificed herself out of love and the spell rebounded on him, thus making him hide wherever till he reappeared on Quirrell in our first year. But before Hagrid or Sirius got to the scene, there was one specific member of Voldemort's inner circle there – your father. Apparently Voldemort had only planned to kill Harry and take me, so that he could become even more powerful; he was going to teach me the darkest magic known to wizardkind,"
"But?"
"But he died," I stated simply, "and your father took me and kept me in the attic, teaching me a few dark spells like Voldemort would've wanted. Of course, Dumbledore did everything in his power to get me back. It wasn't until I was seven years of age that I saw Dumbledore. I was sitting in the attic writing down on parchment – against my will, mind you – about ways to poison someone when a man with a long silvery beard and weird midnight blue robes walked into the room. He smiled to me and told me to take his hands. I wanted to be away from this dreadful place and it's stupid evil rules so I did."
"Hey!" he said, clearly offended.
"Well it was," I said. "On our way downstairs I saw a mysterious little blonde boy. You must not have known about me – your father made sure of that, in fact whenever he purposefully kept us apart. Anyway, Dumbledore chose to transfer my memory into a flask and obliviate the both of us… it wasn't until after the Great Battle of Hogwarts when Harry and I were looking in the pensieve that we found it. It was labeled: To a lovely potter. Very mysterious, right?"
"Yes," he said before he stood up and began pacing the floor. "And you felt it was not important to tell me about this?"
"To be honest," I said, "I forgot… you make me so happy Draco," I smiled before he rushed over to me and kissed me with such fierce passion and alarm that I toppled over.
His face lit up with the happiest look ever, "You made me so much happier, Faith Lily Malfoy, by just saying those words."
A/N: Merlin's Beard! That took forever…. But it was worth it, wasn't it? So please leave a very very creative review and if you want one faster then get cracking! :D
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