What Goes up, Must Come Down
Hermione awoke the next morning, alone in her bed. Turning on her back she stared up at the ceiling. She sighed happily as the events of the previous night sunk in. Her right hand slid over the left, twiddling with the engagement ring that now lay upon it.
Looking across to Draco's side of the bed, she shifted and laid her head upon his pillow. As she breathed in she could smell Draco. His sweet aroma lingered on the sheets. She closed her eyes, remembering his embrace, as the lingering scent of Draco's body caught in her breath.
They were engaged!
When Hermione had been engaged to Krum, she had loved him, yes. But in the back of her mind she couldn't help but think she was only marrying him for Eli's sake.
Krum had made a great home for Hermione and Eli, and the couple had a good marriage for the first year. However, it was obvious where Hermione's heart lay more.
Draco Malfoy.
Hermione rose from her position of contentment. Wrapping a silk dressing gown around her body, she made her way to Eli's room.
Upon opening the door, Hermione saw Eli sat on the floor clutching his Hungarian horntail teddy, happily. Eli looked happy, happier than he had seemed for a while. He was looking not at his teddy but at something, hidden from view by the door.
Hermione pushed the door open, and smiled. Draco was sat on the floor, in front of Eli, his guitar in his hands. Not noticing Hermione watching them, Eli crawled forwards. Draco moved his guitar aside and Eli sat between Draco's legs.
Replacing his guitar in front of the two of them, Draco ruffled a happy Eli's blond curls. "Okay, now hold your hand like this," Draco instructed, positioning Eli's hand correctly above the guitar strings, "and..."
Eli laughed happily as he and Draco brought their fingers across the guitar strings, "wow." Eli turned his head to see his mother standing in the doorway. He smiled happily, and began randomly plucking at strings on Draco's guitar.
"Hey, watch it, little man," Draco laughed once again ruffling his son's hair. "This guitar's expensive."
"We can buy a new one." Hermione said stepping forwards, "come on you." She smiled, taking the guitar from Eli and lifting, her child into her arms, "shall we get some breakfast?"
"Actually we've already eaten." Draco said standing up, and motioning to a tray of empty bowls, glasses and plates.
Draco had woken early that morning at the sound of Eli crying, because he'd had another nightmare. Draco had entered his son's room to find the boy sat up in bed, tears streaming down his little cheeks. When Draco had walked over Eli had stared up into the older blonde's face, and instinctively stuck out his arms to be picked up. Hesitantly, Draco had complied. Lifting his son into his arms, Eli had laid his head on Draco's shoulder, still crying, but now stifled on Draco's shoulder.
In attempt to calm his baby, Draco had summoned his guitar into the room, placed Eli on the floor with his teddy and began to play him one of Threx's old songs, the same song that Eli had fist seen him sing on television.
"I know that song." Eli had voiced with a slight sniff, looking slightly happier, he had clung tighter onto his teddy, "Mummy likes you, doesn't she?"
Shocked, Draco put down his guitar, and looked awkwardly into Eli's questioning eyes. Sighing he nodded, "yeah, she does."
Looking to the floor, thinking, Eli then looked back up at Draco, "you like her too! Are you going to marry her?" Draco nodded, feeling his usually pale face, burn as red blotched appeared on his cheeks "Daddy left Mummy, he promised he would love her forever," Eli looked into his teddy's fire filled beady eyes, "Mummy says he found a new lady that he loved more, Mum.Mummy also said..." Eli stopped and hugged the dragon teddy close.
"What did Mummy say, Eli?" Draco had asked curiously.
"She said," Eli, continued slowly not looking at Draco, "she said daddy wasn't really daddy, that...that you're Daddy."
Draco crawled over to Eli and lifted the boy onto his lap, "and who do you think is daddy?" he asked sympathetically. Eli clung to Draco's chest slightly, and small tears began to form again in his brown eyes, "I don't know."
Cradling his son, Draco hugged him tighter, "It's okay," he said softly, "It's okay, you take your time, you'll know when you're ready." Eli sniffed, and loosened his grip on Draco, "really?"
"Yes," Draco smiled, "now come on," he said placing Eli back on the floor, and pulling out his wand, "lets have some breakfast."
***
"Ginny's on the floo." Hermione poked her head around the back of the sofa to see Ginny's freckly nosed face, burning brightly in the fireplace. "Hi Gin'" Hermione said standing up, and walking round the sofa so she could talk to Ginny properly.
"Hi Hermione," Ginny's beaming head said, happily to her best friend, "How's Eli?"
Hermione smiled, "happy actually. How's Lilly?"
"Asleep!" said Ginny grinning, "at last.." Ginny paused, her eyebrows crossed, "er Hermy ol'gal, what's that on your hand?"
Hermione stared for second before she realised, "oh this?" she said airily waving her hand about impatiently, "Just an engagement ring, no biggie!"
"Who died?" Draco now poked his head round the kitchen door, Eli closely behind him, as Ginny let out an almighty high pitched girly squeal.
"Oh my god!" Ginny smiled, and then beamed up at Draco, "Harry, Ron and I were wondering how long it was going to take you!"
Draco scowled, but couldn't hide the smile that was breaking across his pale face. Ginny turned back to Hermione. "Okay, I wanted to know if you wanted a break from the kids today to catch up on gossip, but now you have no choice, I want to meet you anyway. An hour in he Leaky Cauldron?" Hermione nodded, "ok then, oh wait," Ginny's head turned in the fire, "ok I'll tell her, Hermione," Ginny said turning back, "Harry says Eli and Draco are more than welcome round here, actually I think he wants a hand looking after Lilly." She rolled her eyes.
"She that much trouble?" Hermione laughed
"She's not sleeping- why do you think I wanted to go out!" Both girls laughed, before Ginny's head disappeared and Hermione turned to face Draco and Eli.
"Ok, then I'm off out." She said cheerily, "Harry says you and Eli can go visit him and Lilly."
"I'm seriously beginning to rethink this budding friendship with scar head." Draco ducked as Hermione's hand swung past his ear. Eli laughed, "Come here you." Hermione said swooping her son up into her arms and planting two big motherly kisses on his pink cheeks.
Draco wrapped his arms around his son and fiancé, "Go on young lady, you go off and have fun." He kissed her on the lips, causing Eli to squirm.
"You're squashing me." Draco and Hermione laughed, "have fun mummy."
"I will do baby." She said kissing her two most loved men, then handing Eli over to Draco, she gave a small wave and apparated.
"Bye." Eli waved at the point in the room where his mother had previously been standing.
"Do you want to go see uncle scar head, and your cousin who cries a lot then?" Draco asked sarcastically to Eli.
"Nope," said Eli smiling, "I want to go see uncle Harry and cousin Lilly" he said cheerfully.
Draco shook his head, "I'm sure that's what I said."
***
"So Potter, how's the joy's of parenthood finding you?" Draco asked as Harry passed him a bottle of butterbeer. Eli and Lilly were fast asleep in the Potters Living room. Draco and Harry were sat in the games room.
The Potter's came room, was big, the walls were painted red and gold, in what Draco could only assume was a tribute to the couples old school, house, Gryffindor. The room consisted of a pool table and pinball machine, both muggle and drinks cooler, stoked to the brim with butterbeer, and some muggle drink called, 'Guinness', which Harry was currently drinking. In the far corner of the room, was a wide screen TV, connected to both Muggle and Wizard sports channels.
"It would be great if she'd go to sleep more often." Exclaimed Harry running his fingers through his messy jet-black hair, "what about you Malfoy, you shocked us all by choosing to come back, how does it feeling suddenly being a father?"
From the years of torment Malfoy had never failed to dish out to him at Hogwarts, Harry had a first been wary of his relationships with Hermione. He just hadn't been able to trust him, Malfoy had to have some sort of bet going with one of his fowl Slytherin crones.
But Hermione was smart, Harry knew this, and he wasn't about to ruin his friend's happiness. But when Hermione had found out she was going o have Malfoy's child, and that he wanted nothing to do with the baby, and was leaving her, it had taken so much sled control on both Harry and Rons parts not to track Malfoy down in the prefect dorm and kill the bastard in cold blood.
When Draco had insisted on being with Hermione when she gave birth, and Harry saw the obvious love and compassion that filled his enemies eyes, he couldn't' help but begin to realise that Malfoy, as twisted and arrogant as he seemed to be, the dragon's heart was made not of ice, but of gold.
Ginny had seen this compassion sooner than her husband. It had been her suggestion that Draco and Harry try to become friends ad let bygone's be bygone's.
Draco scowled at Harry, "first off Potty, I didn't actually want to go in the first place, second of all," he continued raising a hand to silence Harry, who had opened his mouth to say something, "I have been a father for the past four years, and my last point is," he paused taking a sip of butter bear," what was your question again?"
"Never mind." Harry shook his head at the blonde.
Taking another swig of butterbeer, Draco also shook his head imitating Harry, "I envy you, Potter."
Harry stared, "why?"
"Because you got to be with your child from the start, I missed all the import stuff, I missed my son's birth, I missed his birthdays, I missed the first words, I missed everything because I was off feeling sorry for myself, and cowering away in the depths of Diagon Ally with some barmaid." Draco stared into the butterbeer bottle, "you're lucky, Potter- you won't miss a thing with Lilly."
After a few silent moments, Harry looked kindly towards Draco's solemn face. "You're lucky yourself, Malfoy. You've been given a second chance; most people don't get that. She has never stopped loving you, isn't that obvious? Even when she was married to Krum, it was obvious she missed you."
Draco was about to respond, when a buzzing noise was emitted. Harry's wand, which was lying on a small side table, was vibrating madly cross the table. "Must be work," said Harry, placing his can on the table, and picking up his wand. Immediately a deep red piece of paper flew out of the end of Harry's wand and into Harry's outstretched hand.
Looking concerned, Draco gestured to the vivid red paper, "What's that mean?"
"A criminal breakout from Azkaban." said Harry, frowning at the paper. "Its harder to keep the prisoners in now we don't have the Dementors. Not that they're missed, though."
Draco shivered; the last Dementor he had seen was the one who had administrated the kiss to his father. A deadly kiss preformed only by Dementors, where they clamped their gaping hole of a mouth over the victim's lips, and sucked out their soul. Lucius Malfoy had remained locked in his lone cell in Azkaban, after receiving that dreaded fate, and Draco couldn't care less.
"So what criminal low life has escaped the Wizerding world's most secure prison now?" Draco asked jokingly, watching Harry's face turn milk white as he read off the red parchment, "Potter?"
Harry looked up, his skin paler that that of Malfoy's, his eyes wide in shock, a glint of terror shining like warning signals amongst the green.
"Malfoy! He's Out!"
***
The Ministry of Magic today regrets to announce a break out from Azkaban. One of our high security level prisoners Mr Lucius Malfoy, who four years ago was sentenced to the Dementors kiss, escaped this morning at 8:32am. The Wizerding community is asked to be on full alert. We are doing all we can to try and recapture Malfoy, and while the Muggle community has not yet been informed of our situation, we at the ministry reserve our rights to alert the muggles if the situation becomes a threat to the muggle community. We request you all take caution; Malfoy is a danger to not only himself but to those who he may come in contact with.
***
Draco sat blankly in his son's room. A deep gash lay across his forehead, and the blood was dry now, dry like his eyes. Eli's room looked so big and empty. It no longer felt right, with the absence of Eli's childish yells and glee.
Hermione lay on her bed; she too was unable to shed tears, after she had allowed so many in the past hours to flow down her face.
Both of the couple felt as though their world had been torn away from them. Draco felt too consumed with shame and self-guilt to face Hermione. Hermione, in return, felt too numb to even breath.
In reality, what could they do? What was going to happen?
Lucius Malfoy had escaped!
Lucius Malfoy had Eli.
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A/N Ahhh! I seriously apologise this chapter is carp my last lot of
chapters have sucked, kill me for my writing sucks......oh well
*sniff* review, go tell me how bad I am and merry Christmas
Hermione awoke the next morning, alone in her bed. Turning on her back she stared up at the ceiling. She sighed happily as the events of the previous night sunk in. Her right hand slid over the left, twiddling with the engagement ring that now lay upon it.
Looking across to Draco's side of the bed, she shifted and laid her head upon his pillow. As she breathed in she could smell Draco. His sweet aroma lingered on the sheets. She closed her eyes, remembering his embrace, as the lingering scent of Draco's body caught in her breath.
They were engaged!
When Hermione had been engaged to Krum, she had loved him, yes. But in the back of her mind she couldn't help but think she was only marrying him for Eli's sake.
Krum had made a great home for Hermione and Eli, and the couple had a good marriage for the first year. However, it was obvious where Hermione's heart lay more.
Draco Malfoy.
Hermione rose from her position of contentment. Wrapping a silk dressing gown around her body, she made her way to Eli's room.
Upon opening the door, Hermione saw Eli sat on the floor clutching his Hungarian horntail teddy, happily. Eli looked happy, happier than he had seemed for a while. He was looking not at his teddy but at something, hidden from view by the door.
Hermione pushed the door open, and smiled. Draco was sat on the floor, in front of Eli, his guitar in his hands. Not noticing Hermione watching them, Eli crawled forwards. Draco moved his guitar aside and Eli sat between Draco's legs.
Replacing his guitar in front of the two of them, Draco ruffled a happy Eli's blond curls. "Okay, now hold your hand like this," Draco instructed, positioning Eli's hand correctly above the guitar strings, "and..."
Eli laughed happily as he and Draco brought their fingers across the guitar strings, "wow." Eli turned his head to see his mother standing in the doorway. He smiled happily, and began randomly plucking at strings on Draco's guitar.
"Hey, watch it, little man," Draco laughed once again ruffling his son's hair. "This guitar's expensive."
"We can buy a new one." Hermione said stepping forwards, "come on you." She smiled, taking the guitar from Eli and lifting, her child into her arms, "shall we get some breakfast?"
"Actually we've already eaten." Draco said standing up, and motioning to a tray of empty bowls, glasses and plates.
Draco had woken early that morning at the sound of Eli crying, because he'd had another nightmare. Draco had entered his son's room to find the boy sat up in bed, tears streaming down his little cheeks. When Draco had walked over Eli had stared up into the older blonde's face, and instinctively stuck out his arms to be picked up. Hesitantly, Draco had complied. Lifting his son into his arms, Eli had laid his head on Draco's shoulder, still crying, but now stifled on Draco's shoulder.
In attempt to calm his baby, Draco had summoned his guitar into the room, placed Eli on the floor with his teddy and began to play him one of Threx's old songs, the same song that Eli had fist seen him sing on television.
"I know that song." Eli had voiced with a slight sniff, looking slightly happier, he had clung tighter onto his teddy, "Mummy likes you, doesn't she?"
Shocked, Draco put down his guitar, and looked awkwardly into Eli's questioning eyes. Sighing he nodded, "yeah, she does."
Looking to the floor, thinking, Eli then looked back up at Draco, "you like her too! Are you going to marry her?" Draco nodded, feeling his usually pale face, burn as red blotched appeared on his cheeks "Daddy left Mummy, he promised he would love her forever," Eli looked into his teddy's fire filled beady eyes, "Mummy says he found a new lady that he loved more, Mum.Mummy also said..." Eli stopped and hugged the dragon teddy close.
"What did Mummy say, Eli?" Draco had asked curiously.
"She said," Eli, continued slowly not looking at Draco, "she said daddy wasn't really daddy, that...that you're Daddy."
Draco crawled over to Eli and lifted the boy onto his lap, "and who do you think is daddy?" he asked sympathetically. Eli clung to Draco's chest slightly, and small tears began to form again in his brown eyes, "I don't know."
Cradling his son, Draco hugged him tighter, "It's okay," he said softly, "It's okay, you take your time, you'll know when you're ready." Eli sniffed, and loosened his grip on Draco, "really?"
"Yes," Draco smiled, "now come on," he said placing Eli back on the floor, and pulling out his wand, "lets have some breakfast."
***
"Ginny's on the floo." Hermione poked her head around the back of the sofa to see Ginny's freckly nosed face, burning brightly in the fireplace. "Hi Gin'" Hermione said standing up, and walking round the sofa so she could talk to Ginny properly.
"Hi Hermione," Ginny's beaming head said, happily to her best friend, "How's Eli?"
Hermione smiled, "happy actually. How's Lilly?"
"Asleep!" said Ginny grinning, "at last.." Ginny paused, her eyebrows crossed, "er Hermy ol'gal, what's that on your hand?"
Hermione stared for second before she realised, "oh this?" she said airily waving her hand about impatiently, "Just an engagement ring, no biggie!"
"Who died?" Draco now poked his head round the kitchen door, Eli closely behind him, as Ginny let out an almighty high pitched girly squeal.
"Oh my god!" Ginny smiled, and then beamed up at Draco, "Harry, Ron and I were wondering how long it was going to take you!"
Draco scowled, but couldn't hide the smile that was breaking across his pale face. Ginny turned back to Hermione. "Okay, I wanted to know if you wanted a break from the kids today to catch up on gossip, but now you have no choice, I want to meet you anyway. An hour in he Leaky Cauldron?" Hermione nodded, "ok then, oh wait," Ginny's head turned in the fire, "ok I'll tell her, Hermione," Ginny said turning back, "Harry says Eli and Draco are more than welcome round here, actually I think he wants a hand looking after Lilly." She rolled her eyes.
"She that much trouble?" Hermione laughed
"She's not sleeping- why do you think I wanted to go out!" Both girls laughed, before Ginny's head disappeared and Hermione turned to face Draco and Eli.
"Ok, then I'm off out." She said cheerily, "Harry says you and Eli can go visit him and Lilly."
"I'm seriously beginning to rethink this budding friendship with scar head." Draco ducked as Hermione's hand swung past his ear. Eli laughed, "Come here you." Hermione said swooping her son up into her arms and planting two big motherly kisses on his pink cheeks.
Draco wrapped his arms around his son and fiancé, "Go on young lady, you go off and have fun." He kissed her on the lips, causing Eli to squirm.
"You're squashing me." Draco and Hermione laughed, "have fun mummy."
"I will do baby." She said kissing her two most loved men, then handing Eli over to Draco, she gave a small wave and apparated.
"Bye." Eli waved at the point in the room where his mother had previously been standing.
"Do you want to go see uncle scar head, and your cousin who cries a lot then?" Draco asked sarcastically to Eli.
"Nope," said Eli smiling, "I want to go see uncle Harry and cousin Lilly" he said cheerfully.
Draco shook his head, "I'm sure that's what I said."
***
"So Potter, how's the joy's of parenthood finding you?" Draco asked as Harry passed him a bottle of butterbeer. Eli and Lilly were fast asleep in the Potters Living room. Draco and Harry were sat in the games room.
The Potter's came room, was big, the walls were painted red and gold, in what Draco could only assume was a tribute to the couples old school, house, Gryffindor. The room consisted of a pool table and pinball machine, both muggle and drinks cooler, stoked to the brim with butterbeer, and some muggle drink called, 'Guinness', which Harry was currently drinking. In the far corner of the room, was a wide screen TV, connected to both Muggle and Wizard sports channels.
"It would be great if she'd go to sleep more often." Exclaimed Harry running his fingers through his messy jet-black hair, "what about you Malfoy, you shocked us all by choosing to come back, how does it feeling suddenly being a father?"
From the years of torment Malfoy had never failed to dish out to him at Hogwarts, Harry had a first been wary of his relationships with Hermione. He just hadn't been able to trust him, Malfoy had to have some sort of bet going with one of his fowl Slytherin crones.
But Hermione was smart, Harry knew this, and he wasn't about to ruin his friend's happiness. But when Hermione had found out she was going o have Malfoy's child, and that he wanted nothing to do with the baby, and was leaving her, it had taken so much sled control on both Harry and Rons parts not to track Malfoy down in the prefect dorm and kill the bastard in cold blood.
When Draco had insisted on being with Hermione when she gave birth, and Harry saw the obvious love and compassion that filled his enemies eyes, he couldn't' help but begin to realise that Malfoy, as twisted and arrogant as he seemed to be, the dragon's heart was made not of ice, but of gold.
Ginny had seen this compassion sooner than her husband. It had been her suggestion that Draco and Harry try to become friends ad let bygone's be bygone's.
Draco scowled at Harry, "first off Potty, I didn't actually want to go in the first place, second of all," he continued raising a hand to silence Harry, who had opened his mouth to say something, "I have been a father for the past four years, and my last point is," he paused taking a sip of butter bear," what was your question again?"
"Never mind." Harry shook his head at the blonde.
Taking another swig of butterbeer, Draco also shook his head imitating Harry, "I envy you, Potter."
Harry stared, "why?"
"Because you got to be with your child from the start, I missed all the import stuff, I missed my son's birth, I missed his birthdays, I missed the first words, I missed everything because I was off feeling sorry for myself, and cowering away in the depths of Diagon Ally with some barmaid." Draco stared into the butterbeer bottle, "you're lucky, Potter- you won't miss a thing with Lilly."
After a few silent moments, Harry looked kindly towards Draco's solemn face. "You're lucky yourself, Malfoy. You've been given a second chance; most people don't get that. She has never stopped loving you, isn't that obvious? Even when she was married to Krum, it was obvious she missed you."
Draco was about to respond, when a buzzing noise was emitted. Harry's wand, which was lying on a small side table, was vibrating madly cross the table. "Must be work," said Harry, placing his can on the table, and picking up his wand. Immediately a deep red piece of paper flew out of the end of Harry's wand and into Harry's outstretched hand.
Looking concerned, Draco gestured to the vivid red paper, "What's that mean?"
"A criminal breakout from Azkaban." said Harry, frowning at the paper. "Its harder to keep the prisoners in now we don't have the Dementors. Not that they're missed, though."
Draco shivered; the last Dementor he had seen was the one who had administrated the kiss to his father. A deadly kiss preformed only by Dementors, where they clamped their gaping hole of a mouth over the victim's lips, and sucked out their soul. Lucius Malfoy had remained locked in his lone cell in Azkaban, after receiving that dreaded fate, and Draco couldn't care less.
"So what criminal low life has escaped the Wizerding world's most secure prison now?" Draco asked jokingly, watching Harry's face turn milk white as he read off the red parchment, "Potter?"
Harry looked up, his skin paler that that of Malfoy's, his eyes wide in shock, a glint of terror shining like warning signals amongst the green.
"Malfoy! He's Out!"
***
The Ministry of Magic today regrets to announce a break out from Azkaban. One of our high security level prisoners Mr Lucius Malfoy, who four years ago was sentenced to the Dementors kiss, escaped this morning at 8:32am. The Wizerding community is asked to be on full alert. We are doing all we can to try and recapture Malfoy, and while the Muggle community has not yet been informed of our situation, we at the ministry reserve our rights to alert the muggles if the situation becomes a threat to the muggle community. We request you all take caution; Malfoy is a danger to not only himself but to those who he may come in contact with.
***
Draco sat blankly in his son's room. A deep gash lay across his forehead, and the blood was dry now, dry like his eyes. Eli's room looked so big and empty. It no longer felt right, with the absence of Eli's childish yells and glee.
Hermione lay on her bed; she too was unable to shed tears, after she had allowed so many in the past hours to flow down her face.
Both of the couple felt as though their world had been torn away from them. Draco felt too consumed with shame and self-guilt to face Hermione. Hermione, in return, felt too numb to even breath.
In reality, what could they do? What was going to happen?
Lucius Malfoy had escaped!
Lucius Malfoy had Eli.
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A/N Ahhh! I seriously apologise this chapter is carp my last lot of
chapters have sucked, kill me for my writing sucks......oh well
*sniff* review, go tell me how bad I am and merry Christmas