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Chapter The Fourth – What is this supposed to mean?
The darkness transformed slowly into blurry figures. He recognized the place he was in almost immediately as his chambers. Draco had no idea how he had gotten there and didn't much care, all that really mattered now was the constant ache of his whole body, it was hell itself.
"You are awake!" A little boy sitting by his side on the bed whispered excitedly, he had gray-blue big eyes and raven black hair, who gave him a familiar look.
"Y-Yes ... Who, who are you?" Draco managed to mumble cringing in pain while he tried to sit up a little.
"I am Peter, Healer Assistant." The boy smiled broadly toward the blond and spoke as if it was pretty obvious who he was. "Are you in pain? Maybe I should wake my mummy, she is sleeping on that couch..." He pointed his little index finger toward a beautiful woman laying on the love seat in the other side of the huge luxurious room. "I am helping her making you feel better. You know when I grow up I'll be the best healer in the world, just as my mummy is. She gives the best bubu-kisses in the whole country. Always makes me feel better when I hurt myself, maybe she can kiss you so the pain stops."
"Bubu-kisses?" Draco asked in confusion. He had no idea what that was exactly, but it sounded inoffensive. "I ... I don't think we should wake your Mother up." Just then he recognized the figure fast asleep on the couch. It was her, only her and this boy, Peter, should be her son.
"I don't think she will get mad at you. She was worried, I know when my mummy is worried because she does that face like when I got chicken pox." Peter screwed his face like trying to show Draco how his mother looked when worried, this made the sick man chuckle lowly.
"I see. I think I know that face." Both heard a low mumbling coming from the other side of the room, which caught their attention. Pansy rose from the couch and turned to look toward the bed, her eyes widened slightly as she suppressed a yawn.
"Oh Peter, dear! What did I tell you about bothering him? Come here honey." She stretched her arms toward the boy who jumped into them. "I am so sorry Draco, but I had no one to leave him with. Peter, why don't you go out and play in the garden? Don't go too far though, I'll sent an elf to look after you in a second." They boy sighed heavily as he was placed back on his feet. He made his way out of the room grunting underneath his breath something that sounded like how unfair life was and why he wasn't allowed to do his work.
"I am sorry Draco. He's usually an angel but sometimes... well, sometimes he's just too curious." Pansy seemed to be ignoring the fact that she hadn't yet spoken to Draco about her child, however she somewhat guessed he already knew as Crabbe and Goyle had mentioned something of the sort. She could not read his expression and did not know what to expect. Her fears were hunting her but she remained complete.
"It is okay, Pansy. He... he is cute." He said uneasily, there was still something so odd about her kid that kept him thinking. The boy looked quite much like Pansy, but not completely. He reminded Draco of something, or someone that seemed so important that he could not let the fact go.
"I ... For how long have you been here?" Finally he asked noticing she looked quite tired and deep dark bags framed her beautiful dark eyes. Pansy sat on the bed and looked thoughtful for a quick moment. "A couple of days, almost. You scared us quite a bit. The doctor said there would be no permanent damage, but still you have to stay in bed for a couple of weeks. He had to use skele-gro on your leg, arm and a couple of ribs. That was some fall, Mr. Malfoy. You should be more careful when flying, I still don't understand what you were doing but - "
She was cut off by him and his low chuckle echoed in the room again . "You are sounding like my mother, Pansy. I know, I shouldn't have, but I needed it. That's all. Next time, I will be more careful." He promised gifting her a childish grin, one she knew very well but that was not brave enough to accept, even to herself, where she had seen that grin before.
"It is an honour to sound like Narcissa Malfoy." She said looking down at her hands on her lap, her eyes slightly gloomed at the recall of the women that had played such an important role in her life.
Draco lifted her chin with a finger, so that she looked back at him. "It is okay. I miss them too." Many things were revealed at that moment, he realized how hard it was for Pansy to assimilate the Malfoys' death. He realized she was still as beautiful as she had always seemed to him, with dark curls cascading down her shoulders, deep dark brown eyes that glew with eager tears and invitingly crimson lips. Finally, he also realized that time had indeed went through her but it all made her more perfect to his eyes. Ignoring the fact that she had lied to him, of course.
"Pansy, we need to talk." He stated firmly, leaving no space for discussion. Not that she was willing to deny it, it was nothing but truth, they had to talk. "Yes, we do. But I don't think it is the best moment. You are just recovering, why don't we wait, see what happens and just when you get better we will talk and I will answer all your questions."
And so Draco agreed. He had forgotten about all the things he had planned to tell her, he seemed not mad anymore and the wondering of whom was Peter's father ceased with her simple presence. Days became weeks, he had offered her to stay over Malfoy Manor, after the entire house was huge and Draco felt somewhat lonely. Now that Pansy and Peter lived with him he remembered how a family was like, how it felt like to be part of one.
Peter won his heart over almost immediately. He and the child shared the same likes, it was all so weird and yet so marvelous, that Draco did not gave the fact much importance. In the other hand, Pansy hadn't changed much from their days of engagement. She still had that tendency of having everything extremely clean, she still insisted in serving the food during breakfast, lunch, and dinner herself. She made tea every afternoon and made sure that he took his potions in the exact time.
Draco noticed how motherhood had given her certain acknowledgement of responsibility, how it had turned her body, once juvenile and childish, into a sculpture of lustful more pronounced curves. She didn't show her figure much, but enough to wake in him the same type of dreams she had the very after-morning of the funeral.
Two weeks exact after his little accident a Medi Wizard came to check on him. He had fully recovered his bones and the almost all the bruises caused had healed perfectly. This meant, it was time to have that tiny chitchat with Pansy, but as soon as he thought of this, an awful fear filled him. What ifs, along with dreadful consequences filled his mind just to disturb it a lot more. He knew, however, that if he didn't bring the fact up, Pansy wouldn't either. But they just couldn't keep on leaving like this forever, could they?
"I just took Peter to bed." She announced entering the winter parlor in which they usually spent some times after dinner.
Draco looked up from the number of the Daily Prophet he was reading, the main article announced the disappearance and sudden death of another pure-blooded couple of the English Society, murders hadn't yet ceased and it was starting to become an issue of general security. It all drove, as long as they knew, the Ministry insane since most benefactors were being killed. "Very well, now we can have that talk we've been postponing."
Pansy sat next to him, fear clear in her eyes as well. She sighed deeply and stared into his gray-blue eyes for quite a while until Draco broke the silence with a loud serious voice that frightened her even more. "Pansy..." But he hesitated, where to start? What to ask exactly? He had to pick his words wisely, he knew. "Pansy, what happened? Why did you leave just days before our wedding?"
"I already told you," She replied desperately. "I was afraid. Things didn't seem right and I couldn't risk it all."
"Is that so?" He rose a blond eyebrow.
"Yes, Draco. That's so. I swear I am telling you nothing but the truth." Pansy insisted.
"Pansy, I do not doubt you are telling me the truth... But I have this feeling that you are not telling me the whole truth." He sighed heavily and held her hands in his. "I've been thinking. Playing with numbers and years. Peter is five years old."
"So what?" Pansy said immediately.
"So... You left me in the altar around six years ago. That means that, either you cheated on me..."
"Draco, you know I wouldn't had done that!" She exclaimed scandalized.
"Then, Pansy? Is he my son?" His eyes glew with hope, but in his heart a feeling of insecurity spread all over. He saw, in almost horror, how she shook her head looking down and how a couple of tears fell from her eyes onto her skirt. He sighed heavily and let go off from her hands.
It did not seem real, but it was. Pansy was practically admiting she had cheated on Draco, therefore Peter... That took him back to the theory that she had ran away with Peter's father, perhaps he had left her... Perhaps he had died as many of the wizards and witches they knew had.
"Who is the father?" Draco demanded, but her sobbing didn't allow Pansy to form reasonable words. He had to wait until she eased herself enough to get a proper reply. "I can't tell you. You wouldn't understand. I - "
"Mummy?" A very sleepy Peter stood in the entrance of the parlor, holding his teddy bear with one arm and rubbing his eye with the other. His voice echoed around with concern as the little boy made his quick way toward his mother.
"Mummy, why are you crying?" He rose a perfectly formed brow climbing onto her lap. Pansy surrounded his shoulders with her arms tightly and shook her head, Draco watched closely as the mother – son scene developed in front of him.
"It is nothing, sweetheart. Why are you not in bed? I'll take you." But Peter shook his head defiantly and wrapped his little arms around her neck. "No mummy, don't take me back to bed. There is a monster under the bed! I swear, I heard him!"
The boy started sobbing on her shoulder and she made all the soothing sounds she could think of to reconfirm her son. "Shhh. Shhh. It's okay. Would you like me to lay with you?" Peter nodded and laid his head on her shoulder, introducing his finger inside of his mouth sucking on it. "Very well." Pansy tried to smile. "I am sorry Draco, we'll have to continue this tomorrow."
She stood up and inclined her head toward the blond young wizard who gifted an empathic smile to the little kid. He watched her disappear into the darkness of the hallway, holding tightly her creature. Melancholy suddenly became disappointment and he wondered if he had expected to hear that Peter was his son, just to have someone in this world to care about, to love...
Draco soon stood up and headed toward his own chambers, not until he had checked on Pansy and Peter as he did every single night. Just that this precise night he just had to visit one room. They were cuddled on the four- posted bed one next to each other, Peter still sucking on his thumb and holding his teddy bear as if his life depended in it. Meanwhile, Draco could notice the track of what had been tears on Pansy's cheeks. Though her expression was of complete calm now, he knew she had been crying because of what he had told her.
Will be continued...
That was it for this chapter which I hope you have enjoyed. I am still wondering which scene of the fiction I should make fan-art of, so I am open for suggestions, please. Now I am to reply the reviews so... Let's get into it, shall we?
xxXGodessXofXdeadXloveXxx: Lol. Believe me I am not trying to kill you. I just love cliffhangers! I am such a drama queen, I just can't live without them. Heh. Yes, poor Draco... Nothing serious really. But still he got quite some bruises from that fall. Thanks for R&R!
Pansyxdraco: Oh yes, Draco is SOOOO in love with her! I can't write a finction in which he isn't. And well, Draco has quite a dilemma, he loves her, all her really, but hates the fact that she left him. He hates not knowing who Peter really is and hates knwoing there's something she's hiding... But well, let's wait and see what she does. -. Wink .- Believe me you'll live somewhat confused with this fiction, that's the main idea. There are more secrets hidden that you can think of, but for that you'll all have to wait. Thanks for R&R!
María: Hay una canción que se llama "Pensando en ti", es de María Bestar. Escúchala, tengo la idea de escribir un song-fic con ella y hasta puede ser un Pansy&Draco! Pero bueno, la verdad nunca he escrito un fanfic en español, va a ser un poquito raro… pero lo voy a intentar. And, yes poor Draco, as I stated before. But he just HAD to fall, just to add a little more drama. Realmente me late que el hijo de Pansy tenga cabello obscuro, es una de las cosas que más me gustan de ella. Te diría todas mis razones de por qué el niño es de ojos grises azulosos y cabellos obscuros, pero eso lo arruinaría todo, tal vez más adelante. Thanks for R&R! (Oh! Y entiendo lo de tu nombre, el mío también está un poquito de telenovela. Elena Julia. Pero, bueno yo ya aprendí a vivir con el… Además mis amigos me ponen millones de apodos!)
Maddudewalking: His name is Peter. Lol. Don't worry about that though. And well... if he is or not Draco's son we don't yet know for sure. -.Wink.- Do you really think I'll tell you? Thanks for R&R!
Dracos Dragon 969: Heh. Tear Jerker, yes indeed. I am a REAL drama queen, so that should explain it all. I am very glad you read this! Thanks and please update Façade soon, I am eager to know what comes next! Again, thanks for R&R.