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Chapter 49; future revelations and the pug-faced flower

Amy woke the next morning and lay under the covers for a moment, not daring to open her eyes. Had it been a dream? She hoped not. Had Draco told her that he loved her? Had he really kissed her? Surely it was too good to be true. But a small voice spoke in the back of her mind; why not?

What about in third year, when he had explained to her that nothing was ever going to happen between them? What about when he had caught her in second year and it had seemed like he was going to kiss her but he pushed her away? What about last year when he had called her stupid for her feelings? All the crap with pansy?

Maybe it had been a dream.

But then she remembered when he had slept curled up next to her on the couch in the common room because she was scared in third year. And the time she had had a nightmare the summer before fourth year and he had stayed with her until she fell asleep. And all the times this summer when he had kept her company, read to her, soothed her when he woke her gently from nightmares, held her as she cried.

Yes he was in love with her. It had really happened. He had told her that his heart belonged to her. She was so happy for a moment. She had wanted this for so long, had felt the same way he did all these years.

Then it hit her. What happened if he found out? If he knew who she really was. What then. He would never want to be with the sister of Harry Potter, much less his twin. He would hate her for lying to him, and for her blood not being pure. He would despise her, and so would Narcissa. She couldn't give a damn about Lucius' feelings but he would never approve.

Amy sat up in her bed and held her head in her hands. Just then, Bobbin apparated into the room with a resounding crack. Something came undone within Amy; it was like the curtains were open again in her mind.

She saw the same forest scene, Harry's death, or non death, again and again; it seemed that the floodgates had been opened.

Each time things changed. Usually the only difference between one vision and the next was that harry either lived or died, stayed to fight or went on to the beyond. But then she began to notice other things; the number of death eaters shrank or grew, sometimes hagrid was there and other times he wasn't, and once or twice she even noticed differences in her older self.

In one vision she watched as seventeen year old Amy held a hand delicately over her swollen stomach, in another she spotted herself looking back at an elf who was holding a little bundle, one chubby little hand escaping the fabric of the blanket. Future Amy nodded to the elf, who disappeared with a crack at once. The noise that had brought on her vision was the same that snapped her out of it. Bobbin looked worried. "Is miss well?" she asked. Amy smiled at her personal assistant. "Yes Bobbin, thank you. I was simply lost in thought." the little elf looked relieved. She then proceeded to help Amy get ready to leave the manor.

Bobbin had already packed Amy's trunk for her the night before. It was just a case of getting up and ready to leave. When she was dressed the elf brought her some breakfast and then Amy met Draco out in the hall. Her mind turned to the visions she had had not an hour before. Never had she been so confused. Draco took her hand and raised it to his lips. "Did you sleep well?" he asked after brushing his lips across her knuckles. Amy could only nod. Had he always been this breathtakingly handsome? Yes, she told herself. Yes he was. Draco didn't let go of her hand, but instead intertwined his fingers with hers as they walked down the hall towards the stairs.

An image flashed in Amy's mind, not a vision, but a work of her own imagination; Draco walking down this same hall, only it wasn't her hand he was holding, but the tiny hand of a toddler, who walked unsteadily beside him, the little boys head was covered in white-blonde curls, his father swung him up into his arms and kissed the top of his head before carrying him down the stairs. The little boy looked back at her and smiled.

Amy came back to her senses as she and Draco began to descend the stairs. Mr and Mrs Malfoy were waiting for them in the hall below. Amy was suddenly very conscious that she was holding their sons hand. Narcissa noticed of course, and looked like the cat that got the cream. Lucius was oblivious, or didn't care, either way he held out his arm to Amy as he usually did and she let go of Draco before taking the handle of her trunk from Bobbin and taking his arm. They disapparated.

Draco

Platform nine and three quarters was packed. All around families said their goodbyes and waved off their precious little ones. After saying their own farewells to his parents, they boarded the train. Amy held his hand as they made their way to the prefect's compartment. Heads turned as they walked by. He smirked as they passed Harry potters stupid face. The bespeckled one looked surprised. Ha, let him be. Let him be jealous. She loves me! He never really believed he would be able to say those words. Amy could have anybody she wanted, and she chose him! He wasn't going to fuck this up. He most definitely let his faults get in the way of their relationship.

They entered the prefect's compartment to find to find that they were not the first of the prefects to reach it. Weaslehole and mudgrange were already present. The weasel stared at their intertwined hands pointedly; he didn't look surprised at all, but proceeded to glare at them with the usual amount of gormless venom. The bushy bore raised an eyebrow when she noticed. "Do try to keep your eyeballs in your head weasleby" Draco sneered. Ron just glared at him harder and granger told him to ignore it. Draco smirked as he sat across from them. "Potter wasn't good enough for prefect I see" he couldn't be happier about that. "Gryffindor must be lowering its already depressing standards to have a mudblood and a poor church mouse"

Hermione.

She kept an eye on Amy the whole time Draco was talking. Hermione wasn't surprised by the sight of the two of them being together, it was bound to happen eventually. She wondered why it had taken so long. The insults Malfoy was throwing at her didn't affect her anymore; she tuned him out easily and focused on the couple's body language as they sat down.

She had been worried about Amy over the summer. Hermione wasn't foolish enough to bother sending a letter, especially when she hadn't even been able to send her best friend anything useful.

Hermione had always found people easy to read, she enjoyed noticing what made people tick, what their passions were. As far as she could tell, Draco's only passions were fitting into a mould created by his family, being a dick, and Amy.

Amy was a lot harder for her to read, which made her try all the harder.

She was just so complicated. When they first met she had been terrified of the prospect of a life as a slytherin. After that she seemed to just embrace it. Hermione didn't believe she had simply decided to act like a typical slytherin just because she was one. No. there was something missing.

Was it all for Draco? Was Amy the sort of person who changed to fit someone's type? Hermione didn't think so. Amy looked genuinely happy as she sat opposite her. She was looking out the window at the dissipating crowds outside, a little smile on her face. She wasn't paying any attention to Draco's scathing remarks either. She still was holding his hand though.

The head boy and girl arrived and debriefed them. They were to patrol the train at regular intervals, something that Hermione was sure Malfoy had no interest in doing. The head girl inquired after Amy's health. The redhead gave her a flawless smile that didn't reach her eyes. Hermione watched as Draco began rubbing soothing circles across the back of Amy's hand with his thumb, comforting her secretly, well almost, his face never giving anything away.

Amy showed no signs of discomfort either. Hermione wished she knew more about what had happened. But she had only heard Harry's point of view. All he saw was Snape taking amy, covered only, it seemed (he couldn't be sure) by snapes own robe, out of the trunk in moody's office and rushing out with her. He later overheard snape ask madam Pomfrey if Amy had been raped, and the answer.

Amy

They didn't have to stay in the compartment very long. Soon they got to leave to find their friends and patrol the corridor. She was looking forward to having the freedom to roam at night. It would give her time away from Pansy; she had a feeling the other girl wouldn't take too kindly to the idea of her and Draco, even if she had always suspected it.

Crabbe and Goyle had saved them seats in their usual compartment. Draco made Crabbe move to the other seat across so that he and Amy could sit side by side. The big oaf seethed silently for the whole journey.

Draco was oblivious to the inner workings of Vincent Crabbe's mind as usual, but Amy could almost taste the hostility seeping off him in waves. Aside from Crabbe, the journey was pleasant. The beautiful countryside flashed by the window quickly, Draco's arm was draped across the top of her seat, his fingers running across her shoulder over her thin, grey shirt which she wore tucked into a high waisted pair of fitted jeans.

Pansy

She was making her way back from the bathrooms after changing into her uniform when she happened to look into Drakies usual compartment. Pansys hands balled into fists and she clamped her mouth so tightly shut her gums hurt.

If she was at home her father would have recognised the signs of a tantrum and would have desperately tried to alleviate it by promising to buy her whatever it was she wanted. Her father wasn't there though. She continued to watch as Drakie, her Drakie (in her mind at least), nuzzled Evans' cheek with his nose and placed little kisses on her temple.

The little red headed whore turned to him and they kissed, then she rested her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her, kissing the top of her head. It took all of Pansy's strength just to keep walking. They looked so fuking happy it made her want to puke. He was supposed to be hers for fuck sake! And he would be, somehow.

At least she thought she might have found an ally. Someone who was just as angry as she was someone who had also been passed over. A smile spread across Pansy's face as she schemed. Her soon to be partner in crime was sitting in a compartment just down the hall. Sliding back his door she leaned against the frame.

"Hi Blaisey"

Ominous huh!

Wow this chapter couldn't have taken longer to write. Phew thank Merlin it's done now. On to the next!

As I said I'm not fond of the amount of Amyness available to me in the order of the phoenix. Hopefully that will change soon

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Aoife