The Truth
"Yo, Malfoy. Ready for.WOAH- mate, what happened to you?" Draco Malfoy stormed into 'The Broken Wand' pub. His hair was a mess, his clothes were scruffy and wrinkled his face much paler than usual and his eyes were red and bloodshot; it was obvious he hadn't gotten much sleep.
Simon stared as Malfoy stormed past. "Mate- you ok?" he called in a concerned voice. Malfoy stopped and spun on the spot, so that he faced his band mate. His bloodshot eyes glared at Simon. "FUCK OFF!"
***
Harry and Ginny stared open mouthed at Hermione. Eli lay sleeping in an armchair near by, completely oblivious, as always, to the destruction that existed in his perfect world.
Hermione had just blurted out everything to Harry and Ginny. Everything about Krum wanting to move to Bulgaria. Krum and her arguing because of it. Everything about Eli seeing the band Threx on TV and realising who the lead singer 'Dragon' really was. Everything about how she had gone to see Draco, how Victor had gotten mad with her stormed out come home drunk and hit her. And how she had run with Eli to Draco's- how Draco had been so upset when Eli didn't know who his father really was. How Draco had uttered those three sweet immortal words that only Draco Malfoy could make sound as sweet as wine, and how Daphny had once again reared her unfortunately pretty head. And how Victor and Daphny were now an item!
".........So will you please come with me to the Threx concert?" Hermione stared pleadingly into Ginny's eyes, her hands clasped as though in prayer, her lips pouting childishly yet somehow still looking mature. Ginny merely goggled.
Harry coughed and stared at Hermione's pleading face. "Ginny shouldn't go out to pubs in her condition."
Ginny snorted in an annoyed sort of way, "My condition?" she glared at her husband, who instantly seemed to cower. "I'll have you know, Harry James Potter, I am perfectly capable of going to a concert."
"But Ginny darling, sweetheart, you're pregnant." Harry said, looking loving into Ginny's eyes, trying not to give his wife reason to yell.
"Really, Harry?" Ginny gave a yell of fake surprise, "I wondered what all this throwing up in the mornings was about!"
Harry sunk lower into his sofa, and Hermione turned her pleading gaze onto Harry, "Please Harry, I need Ginny's support!
"What about my support?" said Harry, sitting up and smoothing out his constantly untidy hair.
"You will be supporting me."
"How?" Harry said raising an eyebrow.
"Well," Hermione grinned, pointing across to her sleeping son, "you'll be babysitting Eli."
Ginny snorted with laughter, Hermione grinned broadly, Harry stared open mouthed and Eli- Eli slept on. "Shouldn't Ginny baby-sit? She's the one having the baby. She needs the experience..."
Both girls glared at Harry, who sunk as low as he could go into his sofa without being lost within it.
Ginny slid over to Harry and began twiddling with his hair, "Harry, darling, you need the experience of being alone with a child, "she said soothingly, "because with the way your digging yourself into a hole you'll going to become a single father."
Harry pouted, Ginny laughed and kissed him on the nose, "oh Harry please can I go?" she two clasped her hand in prayer and pleaded into Harry's eyes.
Harry pouted again and sighed, "fine you can go." Both girls cheered, "But Hermione- make sure she's careful around the booze please."
"Yeah," Ginny turned to grin at Hermione, "remember I'm drinking for two now."
***
Malfoy sat with his head in his arm, his blond hair flopping onto the bar surface. His usually soft silky hair was now tangled and stringy, almost mop like. To the side of his arm lay two empty tankards of 'extra strong butter booze'
Simon prodded Malfoy in the back. Draco raised his head off the bar slightly. His eyes were still bloodshot, and his vision was so blurry, Simon looked like nothing more than a blurred photograph of a water painting.
Moaning, Malfoy plonked his head back down on the bar, with a load thud, causing a sharp pain to slice vertically through his head.
Simon sat on the barstool next to Draco. Simon was the second guitarist in Threx, known as SPHINX.
Like Draco, he too was extremely attractive, and admired by many of the female fans. He had short spiked hazel hair, which matched his sparkling hazel eyes. His skin was tanned olive brown; he was slim, like Draco, yet muscular as well.
Simon was married. He had a wife and three children two sons and daughter, named Dai, Emily and Marc. Emily and Dai were twins, the same age as Draco's own son Eli. Every time Draco saw Simon with his family, it made him sick with envy.
He would have moved heaven and earth to have Eli with him backstage at concerts. He would have sold his limbs to be able to flick his wallet open and show off Eli's baby photos in the same way in which Simon did. But he couldn't, and the pain seemed to be killing him.
Suddenly another sharp pain ran through Draco's head. He looked up at Simon. His vision was still blurry but he could clearly see Simon had his wand pointed at him, a look of concern across his tanned face.
Judging from the new feelings in his head and the desire to throw up Malfoy assumed Simon had placed a sobering charm upon him. He looked into his friend's face. Simon pocketed his wand and smiled and flicked his head towards the door, "Big crowd tonight, mate."
A/N hello again he he do you like I hope you do. Btw why do you all hate Daphny she's lovely *cough*. Any how just letting you know I have written the last chapter *evil laugh* but your not getting it at least not for a while still have a while to go yet. Also again massive thank you to everyone of my reviewers you guys are the best and I love you so I hope you enjoy the rest of the story the next chapter may be a while but enjoy them while they last the story is drawing to an end (at least in the next five odd chapters)
"Yo, Malfoy. Ready for.WOAH- mate, what happened to you?" Draco Malfoy stormed into 'The Broken Wand' pub. His hair was a mess, his clothes were scruffy and wrinkled his face much paler than usual and his eyes were red and bloodshot; it was obvious he hadn't gotten much sleep.
Simon stared as Malfoy stormed past. "Mate- you ok?" he called in a concerned voice. Malfoy stopped and spun on the spot, so that he faced his band mate. His bloodshot eyes glared at Simon. "FUCK OFF!"
***
Harry and Ginny stared open mouthed at Hermione. Eli lay sleeping in an armchair near by, completely oblivious, as always, to the destruction that existed in his perfect world.
Hermione had just blurted out everything to Harry and Ginny. Everything about Krum wanting to move to Bulgaria. Krum and her arguing because of it. Everything about Eli seeing the band Threx on TV and realising who the lead singer 'Dragon' really was. Everything about how she had gone to see Draco, how Victor had gotten mad with her stormed out come home drunk and hit her. And how she had run with Eli to Draco's- how Draco had been so upset when Eli didn't know who his father really was. How Draco had uttered those three sweet immortal words that only Draco Malfoy could make sound as sweet as wine, and how Daphny had once again reared her unfortunately pretty head. And how Victor and Daphny were now an item!
".........So will you please come with me to the Threx concert?" Hermione stared pleadingly into Ginny's eyes, her hands clasped as though in prayer, her lips pouting childishly yet somehow still looking mature. Ginny merely goggled.
Harry coughed and stared at Hermione's pleading face. "Ginny shouldn't go out to pubs in her condition."
Ginny snorted in an annoyed sort of way, "My condition?" she glared at her husband, who instantly seemed to cower. "I'll have you know, Harry James Potter, I am perfectly capable of going to a concert."
"But Ginny darling, sweetheart, you're pregnant." Harry said, looking loving into Ginny's eyes, trying not to give his wife reason to yell.
"Really, Harry?" Ginny gave a yell of fake surprise, "I wondered what all this throwing up in the mornings was about!"
Harry sunk lower into his sofa, and Hermione turned her pleading gaze onto Harry, "Please Harry, I need Ginny's support!
"What about my support?" said Harry, sitting up and smoothing out his constantly untidy hair.
"You will be supporting me."
"How?" Harry said raising an eyebrow.
"Well," Hermione grinned, pointing across to her sleeping son, "you'll be babysitting Eli."
Ginny snorted with laughter, Hermione grinned broadly, Harry stared open mouthed and Eli- Eli slept on. "Shouldn't Ginny baby-sit? She's the one having the baby. She needs the experience..."
Both girls glared at Harry, who sunk as low as he could go into his sofa without being lost within it.
Ginny slid over to Harry and began twiddling with his hair, "Harry, darling, you need the experience of being alone with a child, "she said soothingly, "because with the way your digging yourself into a hole you'll going to become a single father."
Harry pouted, Ginny laughed and kissed him on the nose, "oh Harry please can I go?" she two clasped her hand in prayer and pleaded into Harry's eyes.
Harry pouted again and sighed, "fine you can go." Both girls cheered, "But Hermione- make sure she's careful around the booze please."
"Yeah," Ginny turned to grin at Hermione, "remember I'm drinking for two now."
***
Malfoy sat with his head in his arm, his blond hair flopping onto the bar surface. His usually soft silky hair was now tangled and stringy, almost mop like. To the side of his arm lay two empty tankards of 'extra strong butter booze'
Simon prodded Malfoy in the back. Draco raised his head off the bar slightly. His eyes were still bloodshot, and his vision was so blurry, Simon looked like nothing more than a blurred photograph of a water painting.
Moaning, Malfoy plonked his head back down on the bar, with a load thud, causing a sharp pain to slice vertically through his head.
Simon sat on the barstool next to Draco. Simon was the second guitarist in Threx, known as SPHINX.
Like Draco, he too was extremely attractive, and admired by many of the female fans. He had short spiked hazel hair, which matched his sparkling hazel eyes. His skin was tanned olive brown; he was slim, like Draco, yet muscular as well.
Simon was married. He had a wife and three children two sons and daughter, named Dai, Emily and Marc. Emily and Dai were twins, the same age as Draco's own son Eli. Every time Draco saw Simon with his family, it made him sick with envy.
He would have moved heaven and earth to have Eli with him backstage at concerts. He would have sold his limbs to be able to flick his wallet open and show off Eli's baby photos in the same way in which Simon did. But he couldn't, and the pain seemed to be killing him.
Suddenly another sharp pain ran through Draco's head. He looked up at Simon. His vision was still blurry but he could clearly see Simon had his wand pointed at him, a look of concern across his tanned face.
Judging from the new feelings in his head and the desire to throw up Malfoy assumed Simon had placed a sobering charm upon him. He looked into his friend's face. Simon pocketed his wand and smiled and flicked his head towards the door, "Big crowd tonight, mate."
A/N hello again he he do you like I hope you do. Btw why do you all hate Daphny she's lovely *cough*. Any how just letting you know I have written the last chapter *evil laugh* but your not getting it at least not for a while still have a while to go yet. Also again massive thank you to everyone of my reviewers you guys are the best and I love you so I hope you enjoy the rest of the story the next chapter may be a while but enjoy them while they last the story is drawing to an end (at least in the next five odd chapters)