Draco Malfoy

I was swirling into nothing, or at least it felt that way; I was spinning and spinning, but then I saw it. I saw the light, or a light, or whatever light people talk say not to go near when you die. I got closer and closer to the light and it was warm, like a warm hug from someone you love; I reached out for it and a woman took ahold of it, but it was urgent, not happy.

"You need to go back," she told me.

"Where am I?" I asked.

She shook her head, "where you are doesn't matter. Earth needs you and you have to go back."

"Who are you?" I asked her. She had an angelic face, kind eyes, a small pinched mouth, long brown hair, brown eyes; suddenly I knew who she was. I hadn't seen her in a very long time. "Am I dead?"

"You will be if you do not return," she said almost pushing me out the door, "but before you go, take this with you and give it to my son." She handed me a leather bound book and pushed me out the front gates to where I opened my eyes to a sleeping Sebastian. He was holding my hand as he snored; he snored like a little puppy. Suddenly he snored loudly and aggressively, and the puppy suddenly became a giant bear during hibernation. I shifted my weight to try and sit up, but it was too painful and I winced, apparently very loudly to where Sebastian woke up.

"Holy shit!" he said hugging me to where I yelled loudly and punched his arm.

"You fucker! That hurt!"

"Sorry! I'm just really happy that you are alive. I'm not sure if I could handle you dying," Sebastian said as a smile appeared on my face.

"By the way, I have something for you," I said handing him the book that the woman gave me. Sebastian looked at me in awe and wonder; almost bringing a tear to his eye.

"The only person to have this was-"

"Your mother," I finished for him. "I saw her."

"How did she look?" Sebastian asked me tearing up. He and his mom were always close and they were thick as thieves; partners in crime.

"Absolutely beautiful," I said as he smiled and squeezed my hand. The mood was broke, however, by everyone bursting in to see if I was alright. Everyone started talking at once and asking me questions and it was giving me a headache. "SHUT UP!" They all fell silent. "Goddamn people. Giving me a fucking headache. Now one at a time."

"Who did this?" Hermione asked.

"Jon did," I answered, "he was working for The Dictator the entire time. He was trying to gain intel on where my mother was and where she is being kept. Since I wouldn't tell him anything, he stabbed me."

"I tried to heal her, but she was already gone when I tried," Sebastian said as everyone stared at him.

"You can heal?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Sebastian answered, "it drains my energy which is why I don't use it often. In an emergency, I can use it but then I'm out of commission. If I use too much or push myself beyond the limit, I die."

"Where do you get that power from?" Harry asked.

"My grandfather, unfortunately," Sebastian said and elaborated when everyone looked at him in looks of confusion, "my grandfather is disgraced and has been ever since the final battle. He was trapped in the loop that Hermione and Harry are in and he has no idea why he is alive."

"Your grandfather is still alive? How is that possible?" Harry asked.

"No idea, but no one talks to him and he basically is a family outcast," Sebastian said, "he brought such disgrace to our family and we disowned him."

"What is in your hand?" Hermione asked noticing the book.

"It's my family's book," Sebastian said as the answer peaked an interest with Harry and Hermione.

"Can we see it?" Hermione asked as Sebastian gave it to her. She looked it over and gasped when she opened the first page of the book. "You're a Malfoy?"

"We no longer use that last name, but yes," Sebastian said frowning, "Draco Malfoy is my grandfather."


"Run that by me again?" Harry asked stunned.

"He is my grandfather," Sebastian said again.

Harry and Hermione were stunned, but I was still confused; I had known Sebastian for years and never once did he talk about his grandfather.

"Why have you never talked about him?" I asked curious.

Sebastian just brushed off the question, "Listen, if these things and the Dictator are after these books, then he will want mine as well."

"We have to get in contact with other families," Hermione said, but I protested.

"How can we?" I asked. "Most of them, if not all of them are dead and we have no idea who their descendants are. We can't just go out into the world searching for these all powerful books and have people willingly give them to us. These books are our family and our magic; they will never agree to it."

"Well I know a few families that are still around that will be willing to help us out," Harry said as I looked at Sebastian; he looked extremely uncomfortable talking about the book, as if the book was some sort of curse brought upon his family.

"I'll send out a signal for other families to join us," Hermione said, "Rey, why don't you read up on our book and Sebastian can read his-"

"No thanks," he said pushing the book away when Harry tried to give it to him, "I'd rather not."

"Knowing it will help you against the Dictator," Hermione mentioned.

"I don't care to know that side of my family," he said, "I've parted from that long ago. Read what you want, the magic is gone from the pages."

"Where did it go?" I asked as Sebastian closed his fist to open it with a ball of fire emitting from his palm. "I absorbed it when I opened the book." He got up from the table and walked away; he seemed really bothered by his family lineage and it bothered me to see him so distraught.

"Why is he so sad?" I asked looking through his book.

"Draco isn't the best role model for courage or bravery," Harry said.

"Why?"

"Maybe that is something Sebastian would want to explain to you." Maybe they were right, but how could I ask him something that he wasn't ready or willing to tell me? But I had to try since he was my best friend; I got up from the table and went to the kitchen to make some coffee when I heard a noise from behind me. I pulled a knife from a drawer and turned ready to pounce when Sebastian grabbed my wrist before I could plunge the knife into his chest.

"Damn, remind me to never mess with you," he said as I exhaled.

"You should not have snuck up on me like that," I said putting the knife away and continued to make the coffee.

"I am sorry I walked off like that," he apologized.

"No need," I said gently, "I understand about having family problems."

"Not like mine," he said as I grew curious and tried to think of questions that wouldn't offend him.

"So tell me about it," I said as he stayed quiet, "I am your best friend. You know I have your back and won't tell anyone unless it's vitally important." Sebastian sat there and the kitchen grew awkwardly quiet, where the only noise was the coffee pot. He exhaled sharply and began to telling me the story:

"So after Draco left Hogwarts during the final battle, he and my great-grandparents basically dropped off the face of the Earth until he sent his own kids to Hogwarts. He lived the life of a hermit because he couldn't look anyone in the eyes after leaving; after his parents died, he and his wife and kids lived among other wizards but kept to themselves and rarely interacted with anyone. His wife died young and he fell into madness; he packed up one day, left her kids with a neighbor, and never came back. My dad always told me stories about how great his father was, but I didn't understand how a father could leave his kids. When my dad told me that he located his father in a mental asylum, I had to go see him; I stacked up the courage and went to see Draco where he knew exactly who I was. He was so happy to see his grandson after all the this and he asked me this, "the battle was centuries ago. Why am I still here?" and then he went to look out the window and I walked out feeling abandoned. Since then I have never looked that man in the eyes and I feel ashamed to call him my grandfather."

I sat there, absolutely stunned; I had no clue about any of this and seeing Sebastian tell me with tears in his eyes made me feel a certain type of way towards my own parents. I didn't have any of that; my grandparents were the infamous Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, but I never knew them growing up and for that reason I was distant from them. Maybe trying to stop the Dictator could bring Draco and Sebastian together again, but I highly doubt it. The coffee machine beeped and I got up to get us both a cup; suddenly I felt arms around my waist and lips on my neck.

"And you're doing what exactly?" I asked smiling.

"Finishing what we started at the club," Sebastian said still kissing my neck.

"I thought we finished doing that," I said smiling bigger and pouring the coffee into my mug.

Sebastian turned me around the face him; I stared into his eyes as his hand caressed the side of my face, "We are definitely not done." With his left hand around my waist, his right hand migrated to the back of my head and he pulled me towards his face; our eyes closed as our lips locked. His kiss was warm and inviting; both my hands wrapped around his neck as our kissing intensified. Both his hands were around my waist and he pulled me closer to him until we were almost one person; his kisses became more needy as he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. I gladly let it in as we continued to kiss; his hands wondered my body as mine grabbed his hair. He picked up and placed me on the countertop with my legs spread open; he stood in between my legs and continued to kiss me as his left hand started to caress my upper thigh. My body began to get hot as he got closer and closer to the top of my pants, but then he stopped. It was such a tease, but then this question left his lips: "Can I?"

I was astonished; he asked permission to touch me and I was so thrown off that I almost did not answer him. I shook my head as he went back to kissing me and his left hand found my lower stomach and into my pants where I began to shake and my body produced goosebumps. He kept kissing me, but now his mouth found my neck and his hand found the sweet spot; he rested his hand there as he sucked on my neck. "You're so wet," he replied as he started moving his hand in a circular motion and a moan left my mouth. He continued with the circular motion as he continued to kiss my neck; this was something I had never experienced before. No one had ever done this to me and it was so amazing I didn't want it to stop. I felt my body get hotter as he got faster, but then all of a sudden he stopped and instead of the circles he inserted a finger into my vagina and I almost jumped off the table. He started with one finger as he moved in and out, but then he inserted two and continued with that same in and out motion. My breathing became heavy and erratic as did his; I grabbed his head from my neck and kissed him very aggressively which in turn he aggressively started fingering me. His hand picked up speed as did my kissing until he was jamming two fingers inside of me so hard it made noises; I felt my body start to quiver as I was reaching my climax, but I did not want this to end. He kept finger pounding me until a moan and a squeak left my mouth and my entire lower body started to shake violently.

"I'm going to cum soon," I said gasping for air as he kept finger pounding me. I wrapped my legs around his, my hands flew up his shirt, my nails dug into his back as I finally came; my legs squeezed his, my nails scratched his entire back, my head flew back almost hitting it on the cabinets, he still finger pounded me through the entire orgasm until my body came to a stand still and we were both breathless. We stared into each other's eyes as he softly kissed my lips, took his fingers out of my pants and put the two fingers that were inside me into his mouth. He backed away, sucking his fingers, and left the kitchen.

I was still shaking, afraid that if I got off the counter I was going to fall over; no one had ever touched me like that before and if his finger game was that great, how was he in bed?