3rd Chapter today!!! Go me!!! That last one took forever!!! But I'm still
here and my hand is still attached. This one is nowhere near as long. I
hate typing.
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Chapter 5: Pookiedy-woogiedy-snookem-poo
Four months went by smoothly. That is, until one warm, July evening as Draco and Rebecca sat in a small restaurant in Diagon Alley. He had his arm around her, his hand on her slightly rounded belly. Her head was resting on his shoulder. The two boys were safe under the care of Hermione.
Suddenly, something moved in a dark corner. They didn't know what it was, but it gave them a bad feeling.
"Stay here, Rebecca. I'll go see what it is."
Rebecca sat very still while Draco walked over to the corner to see what was there. He saw nothing. He turned to tell her so, but when he looked, Rebecca's face was ghostly white. She looked terrified. Quite frankly, you would too, if someone who had raped you God-only-knows-how-many times was standing over you with a knife. Draco walked, more boldly than he felt, to Rebecca's side. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her, letting the intruder know that there was no way Draco would let him hurt her.
The Intruder began to speak. "This," here, he slapped Rebecca, "Is mine."
"Be that as it may, this," here, Draco rubbed her stomach, "Is mine."
"So you're the one who killed Kalabar. It also seems you've stolen my girl. Tsk, tsk, not very gentleman-like of you. I thought your father had taught you better."
Draco held fast to Rebecca. "There's a little song I know. In it, it says,* 'Nothing on Earth can interfere when love is what the heart wants'"
"I gave her love!" he yelled.
"I believe there's another word for all you've given me, Michael!" Rebecca spoke up for the first time. For this, Michael slapped her again. If that's how you love, I'd hate to see how you hate." Draco muttered angrily. For this, Michael punched him in the eye. Draco hit him back, and what was once an argument became a heated brawl, with not only punches flying, but charms, curses and hexes, as well. When it was all over, Draco got up off of the floor and looked over to where Michael was lying on the other side of the room. He was dead. He glanced over at Rebecca, who had turned a ghostly white. Her face was expressionless. He ran to her.
"Rebecca, what's wrong?"
"I got hit."
"With what?"
"Don't worry. Its nothing." She answered as she grimaced in pain.
"You're going to pay a visit to Madam Pomfrey. You wouldn't have that look on your face if it were nothing. Besides, it could have hurt the baby. If its something I did I'll never forgive myself."
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"She's only been hit with a weakening charm," Madam Pomfrey said, "It's weakened her a considerable amount, but it didn't harm the baby at all. I somehow mixed with his magic to reverse the spell before it hit him. It's made him stronger. As for the pain, he's probably just kicked extra hard."
"He?" asked Draco, hardly able to believe his ears, "It's a boy?"
"Yes."
"Must be a curse," Rebecca said, laughing.
Madam Pomfrey, however, had more to say. "The weakening charm that hit her was very strong, and it did its job on her. She'll bee extremely weak for a few months. Four at the least. Keep her away from stress or excitement. Even a little could send her into early labor."
"Right. Thanks for your help. We'll be on our way, now."
So they headed to Rebecca's home. She now owned the place, as her father and brother were dead. She lived here with her sister, sons, and now Draco.
"I'm going to have a real time trying not to get you excited. It's too easy." And he pulled her into a fiery kiss. He pulled away all too soon for Rebecca.
Pretending to be angry, she yelled, "I know you did that on purpose!"
"I know. And it never gets old."
They kissed once more before Draco told Rebecca to lie down. Needless to say, they found great joy in teasing each other.
In the boring days at home, they did nearly nothing but talk. During this time, however, Draco finally found out Rebecca's first name. This happened out of the blue one day. Draco walked into the room and said, "You know, Rebecca doesn't really suit you."
"I know."
"So what's your first name?"
"Andromeda," she said, disgustedly.
"Then, Andi, it is!"
"If you say so, dear."
"Andromeda," he said quietly to himself.
"If you can call me Andromeda, I can call you Pookiedy-woogiedy-snookem- poo."
"Alright, we'll stick with Andi."
"That's what I thought."
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~TBC~
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Chapter 5: Pookiedy-woogiedy-snookem-poo
Four months went by smoothly. That is, until one warm, July evening as Draco and Rebecca sat in a small restaurant in Diagon Alley. He had his arm around her, his hand on her slightly rounded belly. Her head was resting on his shoulder. The two boys were safe under the care of Hermione.
Suddenly, something moved in a dark corner. They didn't know what it was, but it gave them a bad feeling.
"Stay here, Rebecca. I'll go see what it is."
Rebecca sat very still while Draco walked over to the corner to see what was there. He saw nothing. He turned to tell her so, but when he looked, Rebecca's face was ghostly white. She looked terrified. Quite frankly, you would too, if someone who had raped you God-only-knows-how-many times was standing over you with a knife. Draco walked, more boldly than he felt, to Rebecca's side. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her, letting the intruder know that there was no way Draco would let him hurt her.
The Intruder began to speak. "This," here, he slapped Rebecca, "Is mine."
"Be that as it may, this," here, Draco rubbed her stomach, "Is mine."
"So you're the one who killed Kalabar. It also seems you've stolen my girl. Tsk, tsk, not very gentleman-like of you. I thought your father had taught you better."
Draco held fast to Rebecca. "There's a little song I know. In it, it says,* 'Nothing on Earth can interfere when love is what the heart wants'"
"I gave her love!" he yelled.
"I believe there's another word for all you've given me, Michael!" Rebecca spoke up for the first time. For this, Michael slapped her again. If that's how you love, I'd hate to see how you hate." Draco muttered angrily. For this, Michael punched him in the eye. Draco hit him back, and what was once an argument became a heated brawl, with not only punches flying, but charms, curses and hexes, as well. When it was all over, Draco got up off of the floor and looked over to where Michael was lying on the other side of the room. He was dead. He glanced over at Rebecca, who had turned a ghostly white. Her face was expressionless. He ran to her.
"Rebecca, what's wrong?"
"I got hit."
"With what?"
"Don't worry. Its nothing." She answered as she grimaced in pain.
"You're going to pay a visit to Madam Pomfrey. You wouldn't have that look on your face if it were nothing. Besides, it could have hurt the baby. If its something I did I'll never forgive myself."
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"She's only been hit with a weakening charm," Madam Pomfrey said, "It's weakened her a considerable amount, but it didn't harm the baby at all. I somehow mixed with his magic to reverse the spell before it hit him. It's made him stronger. As for the pain, he's probably just kicked extra hard."
"He?" asked Draco, hardly able to believe his ears, "It's a boy?"
"Yes."
"Must be a curse," Rebecca said, laughing.
Madam Pomfrey, however, had more to say. "The weakening charm that hit her was very strong, and it did its job on her. She'll bee extremely weak for a few months. Four at the least. Keep her away from stress or excitement. Even a little could send her into early labor."
"Right. Thanks for your help. We'll be on our way, now."
So they headed to Rebecca's home. She now owned the place, as her father and brother were dead. She lived here with her sister, sons, and now Draco.
"I'm going to have a real time trying not to get you excited. It's too easy." And he pulled her into a fiery kiss. He pulled away all too soon for Rebecca.
Pretending to be angry, she yelled, "I know you did that on purpose!"
"I know. And it never gets old."
They kissed once more before Draco told Rebecca to lie down. Needless to say, they found great joy in teasing each other.
In the boring days at home, they did nearly nothing but talk. During this time, however, Draco finally found out Rebecca's first name. This happened out of the blue one day. Draco walked into the room and said, "You know, Rebecca doesn't really suit you."
"I know."
"So what's your first name?"
"Andromeda," she said, disgustedly.
"Then, Andi, it is!"
"If you say so, dear."
"Andromeda," he said quietly to himself.
"If you can call me Andromeda, I can call you Pookiedy-woogiedy-snookem- poo."
"Alright, we'll stick with Andi."
"That's what I thought."
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~TBC~