Draco makes the proper modifications to the obliviate charm. It won't completely alter Rosanna's memories, it will only suppress the ones where he is present. When everything is sorted, he'll be able to give them back.
Seems simple enough, and once it's done, it's done. The imperius curse however is more difficult. When Draco casts it, he has to mean it. If he half asses the spell or lets his feelings get in the way, not only will it not work; but the effects it will have on Rosanna's mind...he wants to avoid at all costs.
The duration of the curse is also up in the air, could be weeks, could be months, could be years. All the while he'll be commanding this shell of the girl he loves.
'I control you.' Draco repeats the mantra in his head, every night before bed, willing himself to mean them.
When the time finally comes, he's standing in front of Rosanna as she's sound asleep, with his wand drawn. 'She doesn't remember', Draco tells himself. 'This isn't your Rosanna, it only looks like her. You can do this, you have to.' "Imperio." Draco says, with conviction.
Nothing happens, because he hasn't given a direction. 'Wake up', he wills her. And so she does.
It takes him a few tries to get into a routine, he doesn't have to think each specific step. She still has a brain after all. He only has to think of the desired out come. For example, 'get dressed and follow me', is one simple order instead of several smaller ones.
After a couple weeks of having her at Malfoy manner Draco begins experimenting with more complex demands such as, 'tell me what you think.' Or, 'act like you care for me.'
'Rosanna, make love with me.' Being a very new and very dangerous ask. For a time he can almost forget that it's all a lie. Draco sees her in the room of requirement, how she was, how she loved him. If he ignores the small discrepancies, he can almost convince himself that what's happening isn't wrong long enough to cum.
It takes about three months before Narcissa runs her wand over Rosanna; and finally it glows. She's expecting.
"Well done Draco." Lucius says, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Draco shrugs him off, they hadn't spoken more than a few words to each other since his return from Azkaban.
"You should let the dark lord know, tonight." Narcissa tells her son gingerly, "he'll be pleased."
"Shouldn't we wait a while? Be sure she's going to keep it?" Draco is still in denial, everything's happened too fast.
"Don't be ridiculous. He's a Malfoy," Lucius insists, "he's strong. My grandson is strong."
"What about Rosanna's parents?" Draco asks. "Surely Archer and Dixie deserve to know they're expecting a grandchild."
"Draco...you must understand, we could hardly have them looking for her." Narcissa cuts in.
"What've you done to them?" The boy spits angrily.
"Relax Draco, 'twas a simple memory spell. They're on holiday." Lucius says coolly.
"Where?" Draco's jaw ticks.
"Just off the coast of France, it's a lovely villa. All experience paid." His mother brushes a spec of lint from his shoulder.
"If you ever do anything to hurt her or her family-"
"Draco darling..." Narcissa stops him. "We're on the same side. We are protecting Rosanna, we are protecting her parents."
"Could've fooled me." Draco disagrees.
"Mind yourself." Lucius snaps.
"Did it ever occur to you, that perhaps forcing us to have a child was not in fact in our best interest? That it might, instead, be detrimental to Rosanna, who hasn't had a proper chance to finish her education? Or the fact that she is brilliant and deserves every opportunity in this world? Do you ever consider the fact you took all that away from her?" Draco is gutted, he's afraid, he is alone.
"No ones taken a thing from her. We've given her a wealth of opportunity. Is the situation ideal? Of course not. But son, you must know, when this is over; after serving the dark lord, she can have the best tutors. If she wants to continue her studies, she will do just that. Any avenue that Rosanna wishes to venture will be readily available to her. As for you, you will want for nothing Draco. Just as you always have. You can marry, live a long and happy life here in the manor." Lucius doesn't understand, it should be an honor to both of them to restore the Malfoy name to grace.
"What about the baby?" Draco runs a hand through his hair.
"He will have the world as his finger tips, darling." Narcissa coos. "A strong Malfoy boy, a son. You will raise him right, just like you were raised. "
"So you're no longer concerned with her lack of pure blood?" The boy scoffs.
"Rosanna is the only one for you. I see that now. Draco, you are my son. I care for you a great deal, I want the best for you; always. All will be right once this baby is born. Open your eyes, see it." Lucius says in closing.
Draco can't see it, but he does see Rosanna's belly grow over the next five months. 'Be happy,' is his only requirement of her.
She has a proper bump now. After she's gone to sleep, Draco keeps his hand on her stomach. Finally feeling his son stir beneath his fingers.
He attempts to choke down the lump in his throat, but he can't. Tears slipping onto his pillow as his shoulders heave was sobs. He can't do this alone.
Rosanna gasps, springing up into a sitting position. The pleasant, floating, out of body feeling she's become accustomed to is gone. Leaving behind a terrible migraine in it's wake. "Fuck." She complains, clutching her head between her hands.
"Lie down love." Draco tells her without much thought.
"No, my head-" Rosanna argues, "something's wrong."
He can tell, she's not listening to him anymore.
An imperius curse can be broken, but only through extreme force of will. Few people have ever done so.
"Please, do something." Rosanna reaches for him with trembling hands. She can't recall more than a passing glance shared between them at Hogwarts, but she can remember the passed months with him here. How kind he was, patient, gentle; the way one might treat a very dear friend, or a lover.
"Let me look at you." Draco insists, holding his hands on either side of her face. "You're bleeding Ro."
Blood trickles from her left nostril. Upon truly seeing him, something within her scream. There's something right there, just beneath the surface that she can't seem to grasp, but she wants to. The harder she reaches for it, the harder her head throbs in protest.
Draco knows what he has to do, the bleeding is getting worse. Her mind has been tampered with for too long, these kind of spells aren't meant to last forever. He has to give her memories back.
When he does, the blood from her nose slows significantly. Dashing to the bathroom he retrieves a hand towel, holding it beneath her nose. Massaging her temples gingerly as she keeps the towel in place.
"Rosanna," Draco says, after a long moment.
"Are you ok?" She asks.
"Me? I should be asking you." He chuckles, he doesn't know if the spell worked. He doesn't know if she remembers, or if things were lost in translation.
"I heard you crying," she explains. "I knew I had to get up. I couldn't at first, it was a really, really weird feeling. I just kept telling myself, 'you have to wake up Ro, you have to wake up.' I didn't stop until I did."
"An imperius curse is nearly impossible to break." Draco remarks, brushing wayward hairs from Rosanna's face. "I should have known, nearly impossible is no object for you."
"Of course not." Rosanna shrugs teasingly.
Draco knows she's never thought herself anything special, clearly she is; she always has been.
"You should try to rest." He encourages.
"Yeah," She agrees, moving to lie down in the bed they've shared for months. However, this being the first time it's truly them.
They face each other on top of the dark satin sheets, their hands clasped between them. Content to simply stare into the others eyes for the rest of eternity.
"Did you miss me?" Rosanna whispers, after a long while.
"Every second." Draco confesses in the same hushed tone.
The next few weeks are spent finding their new normal. Another adjustment, from the kids at Hogwarts, to the imperiused puppet and master, to now pregnant Rosanna and heart eyes Draco.
Narcissa and Lucius can see that something is different about her, in comparison to the girl who'd arrived there all those months ago. Writing it off to hormones and never pressing the issue.
The news that Voldemort has finally requested Rosanna to attend the death eaters meeting doesn't come as a surprise to any of them. It had only ever been a question of when.
Narcissa offers to get Ro up to snuff. Draco is wary of leaving them alone together, but Rosanna assures him that she's fine. So eventually he leaves to ready himself for the evening.
"You're a beautiful girl." Narcissa remarks, running her brush through Rosanna's long strawberry blonde hair.
She sits in front of Narcissa's lavish vanity, staring blankly into the mirror as the older woman stands behind her. Rosanna doesn't look like herself, painted in dark make up and zipped into a perfectly tapered midnight blue silken dress.
"A perfect match for my Draco." She goes on. "Your son will be very handsome. Any thoughts on a name?"
"Not yet." Rosanna forces a smile.
"Draco is named after a constellation; just something to think about." Narcissa knows full well that right now, she's the closest thing the girl has to a mother.
"I don't really know anything about having a baby." Rosanna thought she'd have more time to learn, when she was older, when she was ready.
"It's perfectly normal to be nervous. After all, being a mother is the most important undertaking a woman has. All Draco's life I have spoiled him, but there are things money can not buy. Namely love; your love, you make him happy in a way I never could." Narcissa moves her hair lightly into place.
Rosanna twists her hands in her lap, "Draco keeps telling me I'll be a good mother, but how does he know? I'm going to disappoint him if I don't know what to do the second that sucker is slapped into my arms."
"You'll have help," Narcissa assures her, "a nanny if you'd like."
"No, I don't want a nanny." Rosanna shakes her head.
"Draco-" Narcissa greets when she spots him.
Rosanna turns to him, blonde hair styled into an elegant updo. Makeup done to perfection, a deep red lip that makes her full lips look truly sinful.
"Give us a moment mother." Draco stammers at the sight of her.
Narcissa gives a tight lipped grin as she leaves the room.
Ro runs her hands over her dress as she stands.
Draco approaches her, his face a mask of indifference. And for a second Rosanna actually wonders if he's mad. "I would not change one cell in your body, nor hair on your head. You are easily the best thing that's ever happened to me. You could never disappoint me, I need you to know that. If you're having trouble with something, never hesitate to come to me."
"You gotta stop ease-dropping." Rosanna chastises, draping her arms around him, stroking lovingly at the soft hair on the nape of his neck.
"About tonight," he changes the subject. "We're meant to be guests of honor. You know who sits head of the table, we will sit immediately to his right. Traditionally I would be seated aside of him, because I'm the male."
"Damn it." Rosanna shakes her head. "He's sexist too?"
Draco chortles, "As I was saying, you'll be next to him. Be calm, steady; I'll be right there with you. Across the table is a seat reserved for Snape, if he shows up. He won't try to talk to you, none of them will. If they do, keep it short and simple. You're honored to be there. I know you're a decent liar, you can pull this off."
"So what happens at these meetings?" Ro asks nervously.
"Not much, we cover any news about Potter. While we're on the subject, it's imperative you remember, the dark lord knows you and Harry were friends. When he accessed Potter's mind and memories, you were there. Don't lie about it if he asks." Draco smooths a hand along her back.
"Ok." The girl nods.
"He'll give assignments, if there are any and tie up loose ends. It's all straight forward really." He puts her mind at ease.
The moment they enter the room, everything Draco had promised is out the window; because there's a woman, suspended midair near the archway. They recognize her as one of the professors from Hogwarts. Muggle studies wasn't a class either of them had taken, they didn't really know Ms. Charity Burbage, but they'd seen each other plenty in passing.
"Breathe," Draco whispers, "just keep breathing." His hand is at the small of her back, guiding her toward their seats.
Voldemort's mouth twists into a demented grin when he spots them. "Well, if it isn't the young Mr. Malfoy and his beloved Rosanna. What a pleasure it is, to finally meet you." He purrs. "Come join me." Voldemort motions to the seats aside of him.
"Thank you for having me," Rosanna smiles as Draco pulls out the chair for her, waiting until she sits before pushing her in.
"Of course dear one." He eyes her belly hungrily. "As I'm sure you all know, a congratulations is in order for our friends. They are to have a son, bringing them one step closer to fulfilling their destiny."
All eyes at the table are fixed on them. Rosanna isn't sure if they're meant to speak or not. So she simply nods, crossing her legs beneath the table. Draco's left hand stretches over, searching for hers. She twines their fingers together, resting their hands in her lap.
Severus arrives a few moments after the meeting has officially started. Joining them at the table, giving Draco and Rosanna a once over as he takes his seat.
He sees them third year, in detention for fraternizing after hours. He sees them fourth year, dancing the night away at the ball. He sees them fifth year, tested and divided by circumstance. He sees them sixth year, leaving together the night he'd killed Albus.
He sees their then faces, he sees their now faces; still just children, but stripped of their innocence.
When Rosanna is excused from their meeting she rushes up the stairs to their bedroom.
Draco stays with his parents to see the others out. "She's not been feeling well, terrible morning sickness." He explains, "I better go check on her." Draco closes the door behind last of the death eaters before venturing up the staircase.
He finds her, dry heaving over the sink, mascara stained teardrops falling against the porcelain. Draco knows what a panic attack looks like, from personal experience.
"Alright sweetheart, you're alright." He wets a rag with cool water from the tap, lying it on the over heated skin at the back of her neck.
"I can't breathe," Rosanna sobs, fingers twisting against the edge of the sink basin. She needs to be sick, she needs to breath, she needs to lie down, she needs to scream.
"Try, try for me." Draco murmurs, his lips at her temple. "Take a deep breath in."
She does try, but suddenly her dress is too tight, suffocating her. "Get it off, get it off me." Rosanna chokes out, clawing at the zipper behind her, but her fingers won't cooperate.
Draco moves her trembling hands aside, using his own to ease the zipper down her back. The material pooling at her feet, but it doesn't help.
All she can think about is the woman from the parlor, dropping lifeless onto the dinner table and served as a meal to Nagini.
"I'm so sorry Ro. You have to believe me, I had no idea that was going to happen. You were never supposed to see that. It was to be a normal meeting, just as I said. I didn't know." Draco apologizes fiercely, pressing desperate kisses to her shaking shoulders.
Her breaths come in short gasps, resting her head against the cool surface of the mirror. "It's not your fault." Rosanna shakes her head. The child in her womb stirs wildly, seemingly sensing her distress. She places a hand over her belly protectively.
Draco wraps both arms around her, grounding her. One hand resting over her heart, to dull the ache that's taken root there. The other on top of hers, calming their son. "You are strong, you are safe, and you are so loved."
Rosanna isn't sure if he's talking to her or their baby, but either way, it's enough to bring her back to herself. She catches her breath, standing up straight and turning to face Draco.
His features still laced with worry. "Can I get you anything?"
"No, I'm sorry. That's never happened before." Rosanna can't meet his eyes.
"There's nothing to apologize for." He tips her chin up to catch her gaze. "They aren't as awful once you're used to them. I'd like to tell you that they suck less too, but that'd be a lie; they always suck."
Rosanna smiles softly at him, "since when does Draco Malfoy say something sucks?"
"I've been hanging around this girl for sometime. She's an awful influence, you see, she's got quite a dodgy vocabulary." Draco teases her fondly. "I've tried to keep away, only problem is, I'm terribly in love with her and it never seems to work."
"I love you so much." Ro laughs, peppering his face with kisses. Effectively covering him in cherry red lip stick. "You look ridiculous," she tells him as they break apart.
"Yeah?" He turns her back toward the mirror.
Her hair is a bird's nest and her cheeks a mess of black streaks. "Before you take the mickey out of me, let's get that rubbish off your face."
"Screw you." She grins, taking the cloth from her neck, rewetting it with soap; properly removing what's left of her make up.
"What about me?" Draco protests, "you've done this." He motions to his crimson stained face.
"Don't you like my work?" Rosanna feigns hurt, softly swiping the marks off his face.
"I love your work darling, however I'm afraid red's not my color." He smiles, he hasn't done much of that in while and it feels foreign to the muscles in his face.
When the golden trio is brought in by catchers to Malfoy Manor, Rosanna is about six and half months pregnant. Her belly comes as a shock to her former friends and house mates.
They look a little worse for wear, especially Harry, who is nearly unrecognizable under the swelling of his features.
Draco and Rosanna know full well what will happen if they get caught lying about being able to identify the boy as Harry Potter, but they cover for him anyway.
The sound of Hermione's tortured cries is something that will haunt Rosanna's nightmares for years to come. But she knows the best, and only course of action is to return to her room and come up with a plan.
Dobby isn't thrilled by the prospect of returning to Malfoy Manor, his old masters were very cruel, and Dobby is a free elf. But when the Malfoy boy's girlfriend calls for his help in saving Harry Potter and his friends, he is more than happy to oblige.
"Thank you Dobby." Rosanna leans down to kiss his cheek. "Tell Harry, Ro sent you. Tell him I'm sorry for everything."
"I'll tell them Ms. Rosanna." Dobby agrees, this is their first time meeting. But any friend of Harry's is a friend of his.
The elf disapparates into the cellar. Taking first Lina Lovegood and Mr. Olivander, who Rosanna and Draco had never even known were being held there.
The pair return to their places downstairs, just in time for a massive duel to break out.
Rosanna exchanging spells with her former roommate Hermione, who waits for her to make the first move. A healing charm sent from Rosanna's wand is all the assurance Hermione needs. Even after all this time, Rosanna is still their friend. Her alliance is still to them, Rosanna is still good.
They give a match before Hermione finally disarms her. In the chaos, only she and Rosanna know that's all she's done.
"Ahh!" Rosanna howls, falling to the ground clutching her belly.
"What is it darling? Is it the baby?" Narcissa is beside her in an instant, abandoning her post.
"Something's wrong." Rosanna lies.
"We'll call the midwife straight away." Lucius assures her, appearing only a second later.
Everyone but Draco and Bellatrix have stopped firing curses at the golden trio.
"What the hell did you do to her?" Draco demands, as he and Harry wrestle over his wand. Over powering Potter for just a second, he leans down to whisper. "Knock me off, take the wand and go."
Harry listens, they disapparatewith Dobby, but not before Bellatrix throws her knife into the mix.
The midwife arrives shortly after, checking Rosanna over. Deciding that the stress might have caused a bout of false labor pains, and orders her a weeks bed rest with increased fluids.
Draco waits on her hand and foot, playing his part well. He quite enjoys doting on her and the growing baby in her belly.
As soon as Ro is cleared for regular activity, she and Draco spend the night in the kitchen. Making tacos the muggle way, the way Rosanna's grandmother had taught her when she was just a little girl.
Draco has never, ever, had a taco.
Rosanna seated atop the cool granite island, swinging her feet contently. The platinum haired boy in the high rise chair to her left.
"Why is this so bloody good?" Draco says in disbelief, diving another chip into the guacamole.
"I told you. Still can't believe you've never had a taco til now either. The baby likes tacos." Rosanna notes, feeling the infant practically doing flips in her belly.
"Course he does, he's my son." Draco grins at her, moving to his feet to have a feel.
"Everyone keeps saying boy. How do you know?" She cocks her blonde head to the side, making room for him to stand between her legs.
"The last ten generations of Malfoy have only a single male heir. Truthfully, I'd be just as happy with a girl. I do worry though, that they'll have an accent." Of course he wasn't actually concerned. Draco could listen to her speak, uninterrupted, for days on end.
"I don't have an accent." Rosanna bats at him.
"This estate will be ours someday. I'd like to fill it with all the Yankee Doodle children you'll allow me." Draco confesses, stealing a bite from his abandoned taco.
"You want more kids?" It wasn't something that had ever come up.
"Not straight away. But after a while," he nods. "I want everything with you. A proper wedding, a home filled with our children, their laughter. Pets, if they please you. Holidays in America, show our kids where their mum is from, why she talks funny. I imagine sending our children off to Hogwarts and being proud of whichever house they're sorted into. We can grow old together, we can be happy together."
"I'd like that." The girl decides.
"Can I tell you something else?" Draco asks, drumming his free hand against her knee.
"Mhm." Rosanna hums, around a mouth full of taco shell.
"I was never truly happy until I met you." He confesses.
"Stop," Rosanna rolls her brown eyes, "we both know you're getting laid tonight, you don't have to lie to me."
"I know you hate me going on about it." Draco grins, looking down at his hands. "But being with you, eating tacos that we made, on a stove, which I hadn't the slightest idea how to work... You make me feel like I can do anything. You never make me feel daft for having to learn. No one's ever done that for me. Only you."
It still startles him, the depth of his love for her, the way it never seemed to bottom out. How he would look at her with absolutely certainty that he couldn't love her anymore than he did at that moment and then somehow he always did.
"That's because I love you," Rosanna says, before bursting into tears, "dumbass." She adds for good measure.