The Final Kiss
Lucius Malfoy sat in his lone prison cell. back in the days when Lord Voldermort had been biding his time, Dementors had swarmed the Azkaban fortress. They would walk along the cold grey corridors, sucking the happiness, and every last hope out of every cells occupant.
When Malfoy's son had turned fifteen however, the Dementors had slowly began to leave Azkaban, and betray the Ministry, by joining forces with the Dark Lord. They would now go and cause devastation too poor innocent Witches and Wizards, and even Muggles.
Now after Voldermorts downfall, the Dementors had been driven to the brink of extinction. Only, one, single Dementors remained in Azkaban prison. It was locked away, at a far end of Azkaban.
Malfoy stared out of his cell. There were no guards, but his cell had been locked with tight security charms, and without a wand there was no way he could get out, unless someone unlocked the door.
Down the corridor a figure was moving towards Malfoy's cell. As the figure drew closer, for a brief moment Lucius thought he was looking at a younger reflection of himself. He smirked as a young, tall, blond, pale faced and fine-looking young man stood directly in front of him.
His Son.
Draco Malfoy. "Well, well Draco, I did not think you would show yourself today." Draco scowled at the sound of his, dare he say it, fathers drawling voice.
"I had nothing better to do." Draco said brusquely. "Now, Draco I am still your farther and you should show me the respect I dissever"
"Your right" Draco smirked "I'm treating you with far too much respect." Lucius laughed. Draco merrily continued to scowl. Why did I bother coming here today?
Since the owl had arrived at his house, at the beginning of the month, Draco had been slumping around, scowling at everyone. He had been slacking off at work, forcing his boss to give him 3 weeks leave.
Daphny had gotten extremely stressed with him. After about a week, she had stormed out of his flat, yelling that she couldn't take this lack of communication and constant misery much longer. He hadn't stopped her storming out; as much as he liked her he just didn't feel a budding relationship with her. He guessed Daphny wanted him to call her to make up but he never even considered it. He just stayed locked up in his room, curtains sealed, darkness closing in on him from every corner.
Although the thought of his fathers impending doom was there in his mind, it wasn't the main thought consuming his brain. The main thought as it had always been was Hermione. Hermione was the only girl who had never changed herself to please him; she had always been so natural with him. Most girls dolled themselves up went on diets, changed there appearance in the most drastic of ways, just to impress him. But Hermione didn't. She was just herself, smart and cute, warm and cuddly.
He missed her, more than he would care to admit to anyone. And more importantly he loved her..yes love, L-O-V-E.
He had never been able to tell her this, he had wanted to he had come close, so many times. She would utter the soft sweet words of "I love you, Draco." and he would open his mouth to say "I love you too." but the words would never come out, they always got stuck in his throat somewhere. Hermione had never complained though she would just smile, nod and say "I know" did she know? Or was she just saying that? Draco doubted that she truly knew. I wish I could have told her just once; I wanted to tell her at the end of school but I.I couldn't.
"So My son."
"I AM NOT YOUR SON" Lucius blink in shock at Draco's words.
"Draco do not be so stupid, you cannot stop being my son, even when I die you will still be my son." Lucius stood up in his cell and walked to the bars. He was a head taller than Draco, so he had to look down on his son, "even if I had left you and your mother and gone to live among Muggles," he shuddered at the thought "I would still be you're farther, you cannot change that."
Both men glared into each others eyes. "I wonder if your dear unborn child will have this conversation with you when they are grown up."
"W...W.what?" Lucius Malfoy looked at Draco's stunned face. It was priceless. "I.I haven't got a child. Unborn or other wise"
Lucius laughed "You're a terrible liar my son"
"And you're a terrible farther" Draco spat at him, turning his back on the man who he had the misfortune of being related to.
"Like farther, like son" Lucius cool reply sent a shiver strait up Draco's spine.
"I'm not like you."
"Look in the mirror Draco;" Lucius hissed at Draco "right down to your appearance you are like me, you cannot escape it you are my son."
Silence. Nothing but silence. The only thing in the air besides silence was pure, red hot, anger and hatred. One question burned in the back of his mind, one that Draco wasn't even sure he wanted to know the answer too. "How did you find out? Cause I swear if you've been sending your spies on me again."
"Not my spies Draco" Lucius interrupted him waving a hand, "your spies"
"My spies?"
"Yes. Did you know that your darling friend potter is doing training to become an Auror?" Draco nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on his farther, "well your charming friend had patrol duty her last week and left this lying around on the floor," he produced from his pocket a small piece of parchment, and handed it through the bars to Draco, "very interesting"
Draco snatched the parchment, flicked it open and scanned the page.
Dear Harry,
How are you? I miss you so much; I wish you could come home soon. I'm back at school now, can you believe I made Head girl. Michael hasn't come near me since the train journey, he's scared stiff that Malfoy will come back to finish him off. He's even more scared that you'll come and destroy him like you did the Dark Lord if I ask you nicely. Being engaged to you has its advantages.
I herd from Hermione this morning, she sounds utterly miserable, and Mum has taken her back to The Burrow. She says that that small apartment is no place to raise a baby. Oh speaking of the baby mum should have sent you something to notify you the minute Hermione goes into labour. You should have seen the way Hermione was looking at Malfoy the other day; I think she still hopes that he's going to come back. No chance if you ask me.
I've shown the girls here my ring, they all absolutely love it their totally..
Draco looked up; he had read all he needed to read. He crumpled up the letter and threw it across the floor.
"So my only son has decided to introduce a mudblood to our family line." He tutted "You shame me Draco."
"I SHAME YOU." Draco was just beginning to yell at his farther when a terrifically loud bell sounded from somewhere. Draco turned to face his farther.
Lucius' expression had changed drastically. He no longer looked calm and confident, but now looked scared beyond mortal barriers.
Draco took a stab in the dark to guess the time was now 6:30pm. "Its time" Draco continued too look at his farther. As much as he resented the man, as much as he loathed and despised him he was still family, still blood.
"I loved your mother, Draco" Lucius voice was scared and panicky, he tried to cover it up but he couldn't hide it.
"You killed my mother, how could you hurt, let alone kill someone you love?" Draco's voice was not angry, but puzzled.
"The same reason your abandoning your mudblood child"
"Lucius Malfoy" Draco spun around a group of ministry wizards, where stood behind him. There where five of them. The two at the head walked forwards. Pointed there wands at the door to Mr Malfoy's cell and it unlocked. "Mr Malfoy you will come with us." Lucius straitened up he know looked cool and calm once more.
Malfoy was no longer looking at his son; he was looking strait ahead, as the Ministry wizards led him down the long corridor leading to his doom.
Three wizards remained one of them turned to Draco, "my assistant will take you to the stands if you wish to bare witness" Draco nodded "very well, Potter" the man called to someone behind him. Draco looked over his shoulder to see.
"Potter?"
*** Harry kept glancing up the stands, to watch Malfoy. He had already watched six Dementors Kisses today but this one was different, this one was more personal than the rest. In the others there had been crying family members, amongst the Daily Prophet reporters. Now the stands where still full of Daily Prophet reporters and Draco Malfoy.
Draco was not crying, nor was he looking depressed, he looked as though he was sat in a library, he almost seemed bored. The bell sounded once more. A wizard wearing long black robes stood up, his face and facial expressions were completely strait. He addressed the audience with a cold drawl, to rival Lucius Malfoy's.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, members of the press, you are here to day to witness the Dementors Kiss administration for, top security prisoner Fifteen, Lucius Malfoy."
Everyone's heads turned to watch, as the doors at the corner of the room opened. Lucius Malfoy entered, escorted by two Ministry officials dressed in deep black robes.
Harry once again looked up at Draco. His expression had not changed. Harry turned his attention back to Lucius.
Draco looked at Harry, just as Harry looked away. He knew Harry had been watching him; he'd always been able to tell when someone was looking at him. Some sort of sixth sense. Harry was now focused on his father.
Draco turned back to his farther. Lucius had been strapped into a chair. He sat in the stone grey chair, as though it were a throne. Thin dark green straps had wormed them selves tightly around Lucius arms and legs, securely fastening him to the chair.
The ministry wizard who had addressed, the audience turned to the man stood next to Harry and nodded. As the wizard began to unlock a second door, the first wizard turned back to Malfoy "any last words?"
Lucius looked at him, his grey eyes appeared calm and cool, and in fact, all of Malfoy's figure was calm and cool. Slowly those cold grey eyes scanned the audience and fixed directly on Draco. A smirk spread across the doomed mans face.
"la pureté si le sang termine ici, le SANG DE BOUE"
The room was silent only two people in the room knew the meaning of Lucius Malfoy's final word. And that was Lucius himself and Draco.
Suddenly the room turned icy cold, may of the Witches and Wizards, shivered, some began to look thoroughly miserable. Draco turned his attention to Harry. He knew one of Harry's greatest weaknesses was the effect a Dementors had on him. Harry remained standing tall, he look miserable and pale, but he was still standing.
Draco turned back to his farther. Lucius eyes where still firmly locked on Draco.
*** Lucius could see the Dementor gliding towards him, out of the corner of his eye. He knew he time of reaming sane was short. He continued to watch his sons face. Draco was now looking directly at him.
His son, his only child. How could he bring shame on the family name. More importantly how could he discolour the family bloodline.
Generations of pure blooded Malfoy's dating back to the beginning of time, now stained with the impure blood of an mudbloods unborn child.
The Dementor was now directly in front of him, obstructing his view of his only son. He could hear the rattling sound of the Dementors breath, he could feel ice running through his veins, terror running through his mind, but never showing on his face.
The Dementors rotting hands, rose to lower its hood, reviling thin grey scabbed skin. There were no eyes, only a mouth. A mouth that resembled a gaping hole, sucking at the cold air around it.
Memories started to flow through his mind. Memories, which would stay with him for the remainder of his days. He saw his son, he saw terror in the five year old image of his only sons eyes, he saw countless muggles crumpling to floor as a green light flashed before them. Memories such as this continued to flash at full speed in front of his eyes, until one image, an image that seemed to play in slow motion. Narcissa Malfoy, was stood in a grand kitchen, her face was beautiful, yet angry she appeared to be yelling at the top of her lungs, Malfoy could not hear her words, but he didn't need t he knew this scene, as though it were a play he had been rehearsing. The image of Narcissa stop yelling, the angry look on her face was replaced with terror, she fell to her knees, crying, she was begging, begging for her life.
Lucius looked into the Dementors scabbed face, very slowly the Dementor lowered its scabbed face.
***
Draco could no longer see his farther. He could only see the back of the Dementors grey scabby head. And that was all he needed to see.
"Expecto patronum" one of the ministry Wizards had his wand pointed at the Dementor. The silver figure, resembling a eagle swooped down on the Dementor, directing it back into the door in which it came from.
The room became warm once more. Many of the reporters got up and left the room without a word.
Draco looked down at his farther. Lucius Malfoy's face was no longer cool and calm, his eyes where rolling about in his head, his hair was no longer sleek, but ruffled, his skin paler than usual. As Lucius looked up at Draco, his eyes seemed to focus once more. Then he began to laugh, a cold cackling laugh, one to chill the bone.
***
'La pureté si le sang termine ici, le SANG DE BOUE.'
Draco was lent against the mouldy stonewalls, of the Azkaban fortress. His fathers last words ringing through his head, 'la pureté si le sang termine ici, le SANG DE BOUE.la pureté si le sang termine ici, le SANG DE BOUE.la pureté si le sang termine ici, le SANG DE BOUE.'
When he had been younger, his mother had given him French lessons, by the time he was ten, the Malfoy family would be able to sit and have a full conversation, in French.
He knew exactly what his father's last words meant
'The purity of blood ends here, MUDBLOOD'
"Malfoy?"
Harry Potters shadow loomed near by. "What do you want potter?"
" To see if your ok, that was you're farther after all," Harry's voice was fool of genuine concern." Most families here today have broke down into tears, but you looked bored by the whole thing."
"Is that a crime?" Draco looked up at Harry, why couldn't that boy mind his own business, did he always have to play the noble citizen.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, but instead he gave a small jump and grabbed his trouser pocket, "oh my god"
Malfoy's eyes widened "Potter?" Harry's face began to turn crimson, "I didn't know I excited you so, what would your carrot headed fiancé say, tut, tut."
"Don't flatter your self Malfoy." Harry scowled at him. Aware that Malfoy was closely watching him, Harry dug his hand into his pocket, and produced something that resembled at pager.
It was gold in colour though Draco suspected it wasn't real gold. Harry's eyes widened as he looked at the palm sized object.
"What is that, little thing potter? It seemed to give you a lot of pleasure, isn't Weasley putting out."
"Shut up Malfoy." Harry re-pocketed the gold pager, "Not that you care of anything..." Harry turned his back on Malfoy, "but Hermione has just gone into labour."
Lucius Malfoy sat in his lone prison cell. back in the days when Lord Voldermort had been biding his time, Dementors had swarmed the Azkaban fortress. They would walk along the cold grey corridors, sucking the happiness, and every last hope out of every cells occupant.
When Malfoy's son had turned fifteen however, the Dementors had slowly began to leave Azkaban, and betray the Ministry, by joining forces with the Dark Lord. They would now go and cause devastation too poor innocent Witches and Wizards, and even Muggles.
Now after Voldermorts downfall, the Dementors had been driven to the brink of extinction. Only, one, single Dementors remained in Azkaban prison. It was locked away, at a far end of Azkaban.
Malfoy stared out of his cell. There were no guards, but his cell had been locked with tight security charms, and without a wand there was no way he could get out, unless someone unlocked the door.
Down the corridor a figure was moving towards Malfoy's cell. As the figure drew closer, for a brief moment Lucius thought he was looking at a younger reflection of himself. He smirked as a young, tall, blond, pale faced and fine-looking young man stood directly in front of him.
His Son.
Draco Malfoy. "Well, well Draco, I did not think you would show yourself today." Draco scowled at the sound of his, dare he say it, fathers drawling voice.
"I had nothing better to do." Draco said brusquely. "Now, Draco I am still your farther and you should show me the respect I dissever"
"Your right" Draco smirked "I'm treating you with far too much respect." Lucius laughed. Draco merrily continued to scowl. Why did I bother coming here today?
Since the owl had arrived at his house, at the beginning of the month, Draco had been slumping around, scowling at everyone. He had been slacking off at work, forcing his boss to give him 3 weeks leave.
Daphny had gotten extremely stressed with him. After about a week, she had stormed out of his flat, yelling that she couldn't take this lack of communication and constant misery much longer. He hadn't stopped her storming out; as much as he liked her he just didn't feel a budding relationship with her. He guessed Daphny wanted him to call her to make up but he never even considered it. He just stayed locked up in his room, curtains sealed, darkness closing in on him from every corner.
Although the thought of his fathers impending doom was there in his mind, it wasn't the main thought consuming his brain. The main thought as it had always been was Hermione. Hermione was the only girl who had never changed herself to please him; she had always been so natural with him. Most girls dolled themselves up went on diets, changed there appearance in the most drastic of ways, just to impress him. But Hermione didn't. She was just herself, smart and cute, warm and cuddly.
He missed her, more than he would care to admit to anyone. And more importantly he loved her..yes love, L-O-V-E.
He had never been able to tell her this, he had wanted to he had come close, so many times. She would utter the soft sweet words of "I love you, Draco." and he would open his mouth to say "I love you too." but the words would never come out, they always got stuck in his throat somewhere. Hermione had never complained though she would just smile, nod and say "I know" did she know? Or was she just saying that? Draco doubted that she truly knew. I wish I could have told her just once; I wanted to tell her at the end of school but I.I couldn't.
"So My son."
"I AM NOT YOUR SON" Lucius blink in shock at Draco's words.
"Draco do not be so stupid, you cannot stop being my son, even when I die you will still be my son." Lucius stood up in his cell and walked to the bars. He was a head taller than Draco, so he had to look down on his son, "even if I had left you and your mother and gone to live among Muggles," he shuddered at the thought "I would still be you're farther, you cannot change that."
Both men glared into each others eyes. "I wonder if your dear unborn child will have this conversation with you when they are grown up."
"W...W.what?" Lucius Malfoy looked at Draco's stunned face. It was priceless. "I.I haven't got a child. Unborn or other wise"
Lucius laughed "You're a terrible liar my son"
"And you're a terrible farther" Draco spat at him, turning his back on the man who he had the misfortune of being related to.
"Like farther, like son" Lucius cool reply sent a shiver strait up Draco's spine.
"I'm not like you."
"Look in the mirror Draco;" Lucius hissed at Draco "right down to your appearance you are like me, you cannot escape it you are my son."
Silence. Nothing but silence. The only thing in the air besides silence was pure, red hot, anger and hatred. One question burned in the back of his mind, one that Draco wasn't even sure he wanted to know the answer too. "How did you find out? Cause I swear if you've been sending your spies on me again."
"Not my spies Draco" Lucius interrupted him waving a hand, "your spies"
"My spies?"
"Yes. Did you know that your darling friend potter is doing training to become an Auror?" Draco nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on his farther, "well your charming friend had patrol duty her last week and left this lying around on the floor," he produced from his pocket a small piece of parchment, and handed it through the bars to Draco, "very interesting"
Draco snatched the parchment, flicked it open and scanned the page.
Dear Harry,
How are you? I miss you so much; I wish you could come home soon. I'm back at school now, can you believe I made Head girl. Michael hasn't come near me since the train journey, he's scared stiff that Malfoy will come back to finish him off. He's even more scared that you'll come and destroy him like you did the Dark Lord if I ask you nicely. Being engaged to you has its advantages.
I herd from Hermione this morning, she sounds utterly miserable, and Mum has taken her back to The Burrow. She says that that small apartment is no place to raise a baby. Oh speaking of the baby mum should have sent you something to notify you the minute Hermione goes into labour. You should have seen the way Hermione was looking at Malfoy the other day; I think she still hopes that he's going to come back. No chance if you ask me.
I've shown the girls here my ring, they all absolutely love it their totally..
Draco looked up; he had read all he needed to read. He crumpled up the letter and threw it across the floor.
"So my only son has decided to introduce a mudblood to our family line." He tutted "You shame me Draco."
"I SHAME YOU." Draco was just beginning to yell at his farther when a terrifically loud bell sounded from somewhere. Draco turned to face his farther.
Lucius' expression had changed drastically. He no longer looked calm and confident, but now looked scared beyond mortal barriers.
Draco took a stab in the dark to guess the time was now 6:30pm. "Its time" Draco continued too look at his farther. As much as he resented the man, as much as he loathed and despised him he was still family, still blood.
"I loved your mother, Draco" Lucius voice was scared and panicky, he tried to cover it up but he couldn't hide it.
"You killed my mother, how could you hurt, let alone kill someone you love?" Draco's voice was not angry, but puzzled.
"The same reason your abandoning your mudblood child"
"Lucius Malfoy" Draco spun around a group of ministry wizards, where stood behind him. There where five of them. The two at the head walked forwards. Pointed there wands at the door to Mr Malfoy's cell and it unlocked. "Mr Malfoy you will come with us." Lucius straitened up he know looked cool and calm once more.
Malfoy was no longer looking at his son; he was looking strait ahead, as the Ministry wizards led him down the long corridor leading to his doom.
Three wizards remained one of them turned to Draco, "my assistant will take you to the stands if you wish to bare witness" Draco nodded "very well, Potter" the man called to someone behind him. Draco looked over his shoulder to see.
"Potter?"
*** Harry kept glancing up the stands, to watch Malfoy. He had already watched six Dementors Kisses today but this one was different, this one was more personal than the rest. In the others there had been crying family members, amongst the Daily Prophet reporters. Now the stands where still full of Daily Prophet reporters and Draco Malfoy.
Draco was not crying, nor was he looking depressed, he looked as though he was sat in a library, he almost seemed bored. The bell sounded once more. A wizard wearing long black robes stood up, his face and facial expressions were completely strait. He addressed the audience with a cold drawl, to rival Lucius Malfoy's.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, members of the press, you are here to day to witness the Dementors Kiss administration for, top security prisoner Fifteen, Lucius Malfoy."
Everyone's heads turned to watch, as the doors at the corner of the room opened. Lucius Malfoy entered, escorted by two Ministry officials dressed in deep black robes.
Harry once again looked up at Draco. His expression had not changed. Harry turned his attention back to Lucius.
Draco looked at Harry, just as Harry looked away. He knew Harry had been watching him; he'd always been able to tell when someone was looking at him. Some sort of sixth sense. Harry was now focused on his father.
Draco turned back to his farther. Lucius had been strapped into a chair. He sat in the stone grey chair, as though it were a throne. Thin dark green straps had wormed them selves tightly around Lucius arms and legs, securely fastening him to the chair.
The ministry wizard who had addressed, the audience turned to the man stood next to Harry and nodded. As the wizard began to unlock a second door, the first wizard turned back to Malfoy "any last words?"
Lucius looked at him, his grey eyes appeared calm and cool, and in fact, all of Malfoy's figure was calm and cool. Slowly those cold grey eyes scanned the audience and fixed directly on Draco. A smirk spread across the doomed mans face.
"la pureté si le sang termine ici, le SANG DE BOUE"
The room was silent only two people in the room knew the meaning of Lucius Malfoy's final word. And that was Lucius himself and Draco.
Suddenly the room turned icy cold, may of the Witches and Wizards, shivered, some began to look thoroughly miserable. Draco turned his attention to Harry. He knew one of Harry's greatest weaknesses was the effect a Dementors had on him. Harry remained standing tall, he look miserable and pale, but he was still standing.
Draco turned back to his farther. Lucius eyes where still firmly locked on Draco.
*** Lucius could see the Dementor gliding towards him, out of the corner of his eye. He knew he time of reaming sane was short. He continued to watch his sons face. Draco was now looking directly at him.
His son, his only child. How could he bring shame on the family name. More importantly how could he discolour the family bloodline.
Generations of pure blooded Malfoy's dating back to the beginning of time, now stained with the impure blood of an mudbloods unborn child.
The Dementor was now directly in front of him, obstructing his view of his only son. He could hear the rattling sound of the Dementors breath, he could feel ice running through his veins, terror running through his mind, but never showing on his face.
The Dementors rotting hands, rose to lower its hood, reviling thin grey scabbed skin. There were no eyes, only a mouth. A mouth that resembled a gaping hole, sucking at the cold air around it.
Memories started to flow through his mind. Memories, which would stay with him for the remainder of his days. He saw his son, he saw terror in the five year old image of his only sons eyes, he saw countless muggles crumpling to floor as a green light flashed before them. Memories such as this continued to flash at full speed in front of his eyes, until one image, an image that seemed to play in slow motion. Narcissa Malfoy, was stood in a grand kitchen, her face was beautiful, yet angry she appeared to be yelling at the top of her lungs, Malfoy could not hear her words, but he didn't need t he knew this scene, as though it were a play he had been rehearsing. The image of Narcissa stop yelling, the angry look on her face was replaced with terror, she fell to her knees, crying, she was begging, begging for her life.
Lucius looked into the Dementors scabbed face, very slowly the Dementor lowered its scabbed face.
***
Draco could no longer see his farther. He could only see the back of the Dementors grey scabby head. And that was all he needed to see.
"Expecto patronum" one of the ministry Wizards had his wand pointed at the Dementor. The silver figure, resembling a eagle swooped down on the Dementor, directing it back into the door in which it came from.
The room became warm once more. Many of the reporters got up and left the room without a word.
Draco looked down at his farther. Lucius Malfoy's face was no longer cool and calm, his eyes where rolling about in his head, his hair was no longer sleek, but ruffled, his skin paler than usual. As Lucius looked up at Draco, his eyes seemed to focus once more. Then he began to laugh, a cold cackling laugh, one to chill the bone.
***
'La pureté si le sang termine ici, le SANG DE BOUE.'
Draco was lent against the mouldy stonewalls, of the Azkaban fortress. His fathers last words ringing through his head, 'la pureté si le sang termine ici, le SANG DE BOUE.la pureté si le sang termine ici, le SANG DE BOUE.la pureté si le sang termine ici, le SANG DE BOUE.'
When he had been younger, his mother had given him French lessons, by the time he was ten, the Malfoy family would be able to sit and have a full conversation, in French.
He knew exactly what his father's last words meant
'The purity of blood ends here, MUDBLOOD'
"Malfoy?"
Harry Potters shadow loomed near by. "What do you want potter?"
" To see if your ok, that was you're farther after all," Harry's voice was fool of genuine concern." Most families here today have broke down into tears, but you looked bored by the whole thing."
"Is that a crime?" Draco looked up at Harry, why couldn't that boy mind his own business, did he always have to play the noble citizen.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, but instead he gave a small jump and grabbed his trouser pocket, "oh my god"
Malfoy's eyes widened "Potter?" Harry's face began to turn crimson, "I didn't know I excited you so, what would your carrot headed fiancé say, tut, tut."
"Don't flatter your self Malfoy." Harry scowled at him. Aware that Malfoy was closely watching him, Harry dug his hand into his pocket, and produced something that resembled at pager.
It was gold in colour though Draco suspected it wasn't real gold. Harry's eyes widened as he looked at the palm sized object.
"What is that, little thing potter? It seemed to give you a lot of pleasure, isn't Weasley putting out."
"Shut up Malfoy." Harry re-pocketed the gold pager, "Not that you care of anything..." Harry turned his back on Malfoy, "but Hermione has just gone into labour."