Chapter 17

Back to School…Back to Trouble

It was with a heavy heart that I watched Draco lock the Manor to go back to Hogwarts. But the six months before we would come back would fly by, and the next time I would be over the threshold, Draco would be carrying me in after our honeymoon.

We Apparated to King's Cross Station and went through the barrier between platforms nine and ten, finding Ivy with Blaise.

I screamed, throwing my arms around my best friend the newlywed. "IVY!" I squealed. "How was the honeymoon? Where'd you go!?" I asked repeatedly.

"Han, calm down!" Ivy said, pulling me back with a laugh. "It was great. We went to Hawaii." Ivy told me.

"That explains the tan line, Mrs Zabini!" I said with a squeal as Draco snorted.

Cliché honeymoon. he thought.

I cast Draco a sideways look and hugged Blaise. "Hey, Blaise." I said.

"Hello, Hannah." Blaise ruffled my hair and grinned as we hopped on the train again, Harry, Ron, and Ivy on our tail.

"So how'd wedding planning go after we left?" Ivy asked.

"We got an officiate, the rings and the cake's being made." I said with a smirk.

"All we basically need to do is get official permission to hold the ceremony and reception at Hogwarts and get bridesmaids dresses and the license and we're good to go." Draco said with a grin.

I beamed. "That few things?" Ivy asked.

I grinned. "We got a lot done over Christmas." I explained with a laugh, cuddling into Draco's side and pulling out my book that I hadn't had a chance to read since Draco proposed.

"What about flowers?" Ivy asked. "You two have them yet?"

"Done." Draco and I said together. "Having two different arrangements for the bouquets and for the arrangements in the Great Hall."

Ivy grinned. "Han, when's your first fitting?"

"Same day as when we get our bridesmaids dresses." I said with a smirk. "So I'll need to get three of the girls to model."

"Me and Sheila will volunteer. And I'll blackmail Drosie into it." Ivy laughed, packing a knuckle sandwich.

I laughed, high fiving Ivy with a giggle. "So that's why you're my matron of honour!" I said teasingly.

"Speaking of which, did you decide who your maid of honour's going to be?" Ivy asked.

I swallowed, I had that running through my mind after Christmas. Who should be my maid of honour Pansy…or Rose?

On one hand, there was Pansy. Pansy let me borrow her clothes, use her makeup and borrow her notes when I had Quidditch practice. She was the girly girl version of me.

But the one flaw with Pansy was that she had taken Draco from me all those years ago, wouldn't let him go and spewed shit about me to Rita Skeeter in the Daily Prophet.

And then there was Rose. Rose was my complete mirror image. She loved the Rangers, all my favourite bands, was my size in clothes, and I had to love her pixie cut and almost obsession with Tobias Rieder.

"I'll have to go with Rose." I announced.

Draco smirked and wrapped an arm around me as I read my book, eventually falling asleep.

By the time we got back to the castle, I was ready to tell Rose that she was my maid of honour.

I left the Head's dorm and went down to the dungeon, going up to the girls dorm to find Rose reading a magazine on her bed.

"Hey, Rosie." I said with a smile.

Rose looked up at me. "HANNAH!" she squealed, running to hug me tightly. "How was New York?"

I grinned. "Amazing, we got to spend New Years' Eve in Times Square." I reminisced.

"Did Draco kiss you at midnight?" Rose asked.

I grinned. "Once for every New Years he wasn't there." I said with a grin. "So just the one in sixth year."

Rose grinned. "Good for you. How's wedding planning going?" she asked.

I smiled. "Well, there's just one thing I have to do." I sat on Rose's bed.

"What's that?" Rose asked.

I smiled some more. "Now that Ivy's married, she can't be my maid of honour. She's my matron of honour."

"Yeah, and?" Rose asked.

I grinned. "Rose, what do you say to being my maid of honour?" I asked.

Rose screamed and threw her arms around me. "YES, YES, YES, YES, YEEEEESSSSSS!" Rose screamed.

"Ok, ok, don't deafen me!" I laughed. "I need to hear Draco's vows." I joked.

Rose squealed, eyes filled with tears. "I'm so honoured!" she told me.

I laughed and hugged her. "I'm glad." I said with a grin. "Come on, let's go get some snacks, I'm hungry." I said, shooting up.

"Alright." Rose said, standing up and following me to the kitchens for a snack.

That night, after I went through wedding plans and ate, I started to go up to my dorm when someone stopped me.

"Miss Potter," I heard Professor Laventhorpe mutter in my ear. "come with me."

I swallowed, following the Professor into the Transfiguration classroom.

"Yes, Professor?" I said as she gestured to me to sit.

"I hear your wedding is coming closer to the date." Professor Laventhorpe said, leaning against her desk, her purple robes billowing.

"Yes, Professor." I grinned, nodding.

"Are you sure you want to get married in the same vicinity that your best friend died?"

I swallowed. "Here is where Draco and I met and fell in love, of course I want to get married here."

"Are you sure that this is what Draco wants?" Professor Laventhorpe asked me, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course it is, he proposed to me, I'm sure this is what he wants." I said, suddenly wavering.

"But you know, you both lost your virginities to other people, are you sure you're meant for each other."

"We were both under the influence of potions and curses." I said somewhat defensively.

"I know, sweet, I know, but you must be careful." Laventhorpe said, touching my shoulder like a mother would. "You don't know who you can and can't trust. He may not be happy, but not want to hurt your feelings."

I swallowed, looking down. She did have a point. "Thanks for bringing this to my attention." I said, checking my watch. "Curfew's in fifteen minutes, I'd better - " I started, standing up.

"Yes, Ms Potter," Professor Laventhorpe nodded, touching my arm before grabbing it tightly.

I paled, suddenly feeling worried.

Laventhorpe loosened her grip and pulled me to her to mutter in my ear. "Be careful, dear. You don't know what unpleasantness could befall you after the war. You don't know who's who. Trust no one."

I swallowed, wrenching myself from Laventhorpe's grip and running back to the dorm.

I laid awake in my bed that night, thoughts raging through my mind.

Did Draco want to marry me? Was him marrying me just a plot? Was Pansy telling the truth when she told me she lost her virginity to Draco when Scarlett put him under the Imperious Curse?

I hoped that Draco did want to marry me still. Because I knew that if he didn't, it'd break my heart. My eyes welled with tears at the thought, many sliding down my cheeks at the prospect of him leaving me at the altar.

I grabbed Dray-Dray and held him, closing my eyes and letting myself sink into Draco's mind, digging through the N.E.W.T.'s stress and focusing on the part of him thinking about the wedding.

All he was thinking about, what was on the front of his mind was me, walking down the aisle in a dress not even close to the ball gown I chose, the vision blurred with tears as I grinned up at him.

I opened my eyes, letting myself relax. He did want to marry me. I let out a sigh of relief, rolling onto my side, curling up and letting myself drift.

Around one in the morning, I heard someone in my dorm, feeling someone staring at me.

"Hmm?" I murmured, starting to wake up.

When my eyes opened, I shot up at the sight and gasped.

There was a tall, cloaked figure in my room, dagger in hand and staring at me with cold hidden eyes.

"I want the Tome, girly." the figure said with a voice that made it impossible to tell if it was a male or female in my dorm. "Find it."

I shook my head. "No, the Tome is mine." I stated.

The figure grabbed my arm and forced me up, dagger to my throat. I shuddered at the familiar feeling of cold, sharp metal against my warm, soft skin. "If I were you, sweetheart, I advise that you start giving me what I want, or you will have a matching scar on the other side of your neck." the voice hissed, gently tracing my lightning scar, the sign for the Deathly Hallows, the star of the Wicca, She-Cat's paw print.

"N-No…" I murmured, swallowing.

The figure grabbed my arms and forced me onto the bed, gagging me and starting to cut my scar back open.

My screams of pain were muffled by the hand constricting my windpipe as whoever it was cut into my neck.

"DRACO!" I was screaming into this mystery person's hand, looking desperately to the door splitting mine and Draco's dorms, hoping he'd hear the commotion and come and get me.

My scar was burning, and not just with the pain of being cut back open after seventeen years.

I was screaming, sobbing and thrashing around, trying to force whoever it was off me, clawing at their cloak, ripping some off and clinging to it for dear life.

The figure released me, their dagger coated with blood. "Next time I visit, Princess, you'd best give me what I want." they growled.

I tried to lift my head, but my scar still burned, the curse burn and the burn from the cuts along my neck.

I kicked them hard in the crotch, needing to know whether they were male or female.

There was no bulge, but there was a grunt of pain as I kicked again, knocking the dagger out of their hand.

I tried to kick her in the head, but my foot moved through air. Whoever she was, she was gone.

So whoever was in on this was female. And they had dropped their dagger before leaving and I had a scrap of her cloak in hand.

I clutched the scrap of cloth in my hand for dear life as I passed out.

Draco POV

I stirred to Potter shaking me, rubbing his scar.

"Malfoy, wake up, Hannah's been attacked!"

At this I jolted awake, looking up at Potter wide eyed. "How'd you know?" I asked.

"Scar burned. It hasn't burned in ages, only when something was going on with Hannah, and I heard muffled screams coming from her dorm!"

looking over to find Hannah's bed stained with blood.

I was out of bed in an instant, running into her room as Potter got Granger and Alexander and Duff.

She had passed out, her scar cut open.

I ran into the common room. "Potter, get McGonagall." I told him. "Whoever attacked her cut her scar back open!"

Potter went chalk white. "How can you be sure?" he asked.

"Potter, I've been sucking on her scar since I was fucking fourteen years old! It's supposed to glow pale in the light of the moon, but it's dark! Harry, get McGonagall, I'm not kidding!"

Potter looked at me and ran out of the dorm, summoning his Invisibility Cloak as I turned the bedside lamp on, looking for evidence.

I found a dagger lying on the ground, blood stained.

I levitated it with my wand and found something black in Hannah's hand, a piece of fabric.

I sat on the bed and took the fabric gently from her hand, wrapping gauze around her neck to stop the bleeding.

Taking the fabric, I turned the silk over in hand, finding a dark green embroidery of a single letter:

Z

I growled this Z had gone too far.

Then I smelt it. The scent I knew all too well.

I took the fabric in my hand and smelt it. The musky aroma that I knew all too well.

Cologne. Alvaro Diamond's cologne.

That's when it hit me.

Alvaro Diamond was Z. Alvaro Diamond was the one who tried to kill Hannah, literally in her bed.

Potter ran in with McGonagall and Pomfrey as I grabbed a blood replenishing potion and poured it down her throat.

"Did you hear her screaming, Mr Malfoy?" McGonagall asked me as Pomfrey worked to close the wounds along her neck.

I shook my head. "I'm a deep sleeper, an earthquake couldn't wake me up." I admitted guiltily. I could have easily stopped this if I had just heard Hannah screaming.

"I heard her." Potter said. "Not in reality, but when my scar burned, I heard her in my vision."

"Your scar burned again!?" McGonagall asked Potter.

Potter nodded. "It's our Twin Telepathy. We know when the other is in trouble. Her scar prickles when I'm in trouble, my scar burns when she's in trouble. Most likely that way because she's weaker and needs help faster, whereas I can fend for myself."

I glared at him as Hannah started coming around.

"Do you know who did this?" McGonagall asked Hannah before she was completely revived.

"I know." I said before Hannah could say a word. "It was Diamond."

"Alvaro Diamond?" McGonagall asked.

I nodded, keeping Hannah down when she started to sit up.

McGonagall left the room and Hannah started rubbing her scar.

Pomfrey tossed me a Sleeping Draught and followed McGonagall out of the room.

I poured the Draught down Hannah's throat and she swallowed, cooperating.

I stroked the hair from her forehead, kissing her temple as she closed her eyes, falling asleep.

When I stood up and left the room, I found McGonagall with Diamond in the common room.

I grabbed my wand and charged down, throwing him to the wall. "YOU FUCKING PRICK!" I shouted, setting my wand down and lunging at him. "You fucking bastard, how you got the password for the dorm, I don't know, but I'll fucking brain you, you bastard! Trying to kill the woman you claim you love and you know I love!" I wrapped my hands around his throat, strangling him.

Potter pulled me back and I started to fight my way out.

"I'll fucking kill you." I growled. "I'll fucking kill you!"

"Malfoy, no, he's not worth it." Potter told me, almost struggling to keep me back.

"I DON'T CARE, HE'S GOT IT COMING!" I screamed, busting out of Potter's grip and throwing myself at Diamond, constricting my hands around his throat, strangling him. "Trying to kill my fiancée in her bed! You'll fucking die!"

"You can't kill me!" Diamond shouted. "You'll leave Hannah all alone when you're sent to Azkaban for murder."

"Besides…" Hannah's voice said behind me, sleepy but still strong. "It wasn't him."

I whipped around to find her rubbing her re-opened scar, leaning against the wall to keep herself standing upright.

I caught her before she wasn't able to keep her balance anymore, wrapping her arm around my shoulders to give her someone to lean on, and give me something to hold on to should she pass out and collapse.

"It wasn't him." Hannah repeated, leaning against my shoulder, eyes glassy with sleep. I had to have woken her up.

"What do you mean, Mei-Mei?" Potter asked.

"It wasn't Alvaro. He wasn't the one in my room." Hannah murmured half asleep.

"You're fucking lucky she's delirious and can't tell what it is she's fucking saying!" I growled at Diamond.

"No, Draco, it wasn't Alvaro at all." Hannah muttered. "I kicked whoever attacked me in the crotch."

"What's that got to do with anything?" Potter asked.

"Quiet!" I growled at him, looking to Hannah. "What are you saying?" I asked Hannah, finding her almost dead asleep against my side.

"If it was me she kicked, knowing the strength of her kick, despite the blood loss," Diamond snapped. "I wouldn't be standing straight. I'd be hunched over in pain, talking in falsetto."

I growled. He had a good point, but I wasn't going to apologize.

"No one would be hunched over." Hannah murmured. "I kicked a girl."

The room was silent, and before I could ask her anything else, she slumped back against my chest, falling dead asleep.