Disclaimer – Anything you recognise probably, in fact almost certainly, does not belong to me. However the plot and the character Hazel do. Unfortunately for me, her name does not.
Authors Note – This is a Draco Malfloy and the Dark Side centred story. Therefore Harry, Hermione and Ron will probably not make any appearances, and might not even be mentioned (although that's stretching it a tad). The pairing will be Draco/New Character. If any of this is not to your liking I say give it a try at least, you never know you might enjoy it.
Summary – On what seems like an ordinary Muggle-murdering mission, Draco Malfloy is tackled by an intriguing prospect. Read on my fellow readers, read on.
Tackled by an Intriguing Prospect.
Chapter 6 – End of a Love. They Understood Each Other.
Hazel sighed and stretched out across the bed. She hit Draco and he mumbled in his sleep, rolling over to face her. He looked like an angel when he slept, so peaceful and quiet.
She sat up and spying Draco's black robe flung over a magnificent chair she jumped out of bed and grabbed it, pulling it around herself. She strode back over to the bed and sat on the edge looking across at Draco. He carried her all the way to his quarters, through richly decorated corridors and up ornate staircases. She had felt safe in his surprising strong hold, and they had giggled and kissed the whole way there.
Draco had flung her onto the bed then dived on top of her. Maybe at one time she would have fought it but well now she was sure she loved him. Maybe it was just passion, but it felt like love.
She was certain he felt it too. Why else would her send her home, relatively un-marked? She suddenly didn't want to go though. She wanted to see her parents, but she wanted to stay with Draco equally. If he wanted her.
Last night had been perfect. Hazel had expected Draco to be rough and only want t please himself. But he was so gentle and loving, another reason she believed he truly felt something for her.
They had made love and fallen asleep in each other's strong hold, wrapped around each other. Hazel never wanted to let go.
She jumped when there was a loud banging on the door.
Draco bolted upwards immediately. The door was banged upon again and a voice called out,
"Draco open this door at once."
"Father" he muttered, flinging the covers away from himself and jumping out of the bed. He crossed to an oak wardrobe and pulled open the doors. He pulled out another black robe and black trousers. He opened various drawers and pulled out various garments, beginning to get dressed.
"Give me a moment Father" he called.
"Don't even think about hiding the mudblood whore Draco" his Father spat. Draco's head whipped to look at Hazel.
He threw on his robes. "You have to go." He dragged her across the room and pressed his wand to a wall. It opened into a staircase.
"It leads to the dungeons. You'll be safe there for a while. Then I'll get you out of here." He looked panicked as the door was more forcefully hit.
"If you don't open this door at once Draco I will blast it apart" his Father roared.
Draco reached around his neck and pulled off a purple stone held in a clasp of silver. He placed it around her neck.
"It gives limited protection," he said. He reached down and they met in a hungry, passionate kiss. The loudest bang yet tore them apart.
"Go" he hissed, beginning to cross the room. Hazel looked at the staircase and then to him.
"Draco" she called. He turned to face her, worry and love crossing his face.
She ran at him, kissing him hungrily. She kissed his mouth, his eyelids, and his nose, anywhere she could reach. The door burst open on its hinges which a blast. Draco dropped her and pushed her toward the opening in the wall.
He turned towards his Father. Hazel ran. Something was roared, Hazel felt a powerful rush and she was pushed into the wall. Something hit the back of her head and bounced to the floor. Draco's wand. He would need it. She scooped it up and turned back to him.
Draco lay face down on the carpet, unmoving. Lucius stepped over his limp body and came toward her wand raised. She let out a shocked whimper.
"No…no" she whimpered, stepping backwards into the stairwell, shock and fear covering her features. She began to shake. She grasped Draco's wand tightly in her hand. Lucius roared something and she willed her weak limbs to move but she was rooted to the spot. Then the opening of the wall slammed shut. The whole stairwell seemed to vibrate with the impact of Lucius's spell. It jogged Hazel back into the real world. She launched herself down the stairwell, running blindly as frightened tears began to fall. She tripped and fell, tumbling down what seemed like thousands of steps. She rolled into the dungeon suddenly, coming to a halt outside Dumbledore's cell. She lay, whimpering and sobbing, refusing to move.
"Hazel, Hazel" Dumbledore came out of the murky shadows. "What happened Hazel?"
"Draco's…Draco's…" she couldn't say it. "They know I'm a muggle" she choked out.
"You have to get out of here. Run." Dumbledore said his voice panicked.
Hazel felt Draco's wand in her hand and brought it up to her face. The last memory, the only memento she had of him…
"Wand" shouted Dumbledore, "You have a wand."
"What" she cried, "It was Draco's"
"Pass it to me" he said, sliding a hand through the bars. She shied away from him, not wanting to hand it over when it connected her to Draco.
"Please Hazel. I can get us out of here. Just let me use the wand for a short while. I promise you will get it back."
Reluctantly she handed it over to him. In moments the bars separating them had disappeared. With surprising strength for someone so frail-looking and who had been kept prisoner for years he helped to pull Hazel to her feet.
They were gone when Lucius barged into the dungeons, moments later.
It was so painful but it was nearly over. And then what would she have to show for her and Draco's short love.
Their child, their beautiful child. As she pushed their new life into the world she wondered what he would think if he were here now. Would he be happy, or would he consider his child to be tainted with her blood.
She knew the answer. It was there in her heart and in the necklace, which hung around her sweat-soaked neck. It was there in the wand she so lovingly kept safe and in those last memories of their kisses.
Those last few passionate kisses. Her body and soul had been in them.
Push again? She would. She was strong enough for this. She had been through so much that this was easy. This was simple. She pushed. They could see the head. Nearly there. One last push and she would be able to hold her baby.
Hazel and Draco's baby.
Dumbledore smiled down at her. He had become something of a surrogate grandfather to her. She owed him her own and her new child lives.
He lay snuggled in a blanket, wrapped up in her love. She cradled him against her. All through the last nine months she had feared they would come after her, and hurt her baby. She had prayed and prayed for his birth so she could be sure he wasn't in harms way.
Dumbledore tried to reassure her they weren't after her. She was of no consequence to them, just an irritating muggle who got away. She wouldn't believe it though, just in case.
"What will you call him?" he asked, touching the sleeping child's tuft of silvery-blond hair gently.
"You already know" Hazel replied, smiling at her child.
"Welcome into the world Draco." Dumbledore said.
Hazel gave a small laugh and looked up to the edge of her bed. Harry stood there. The Harry Potter. He had become her protector, her best friend. He had been with her all through this since she and Dumbledore had stumbled onto his step on that fateful night. He had always been there, looking after her, listening to her moans, and holding her when she cried.
And she cried often. He understood though. He had lost many to this war she had been dragged into. He had lost his wife, Ginny. They were they same, they understood each other.
He stood silently, looking into her eyes. They understood each other, those hazel on green.
