When I woke up the next morning I still felt exhausted, not to mention sore, must be from all the walking back and forth to the burrow and the tent.
Things felt a bit different though, like the bed sheets, they were, silky?
I'm pretty damn sure that the Weasley's don't own silk sheets, but, I was pretty out of it last night so who even knows.
Shaking off that weird feeling I decided I might as well get up, Molly probably needs more help cleaning up. Merlin knows it's going to take days to really clean up everything.
As I made to get up, I realized I was being held down, held down by a pale arm that was wrapped around my waist to be exact. I froze, there was sure as hell not a man in my bed when I went to sleep last night.
Had someone drugged me? Cursed me?
I followed the arm up to whoever was curled up behind me and nearly screamed. Draco Malfoy.
At least, I think, he looked older, his hair whiter and he looked as if he'd aged a few years, but still had that Malfoy charm to him.
I looked around the room, I wasn't in the burrow either.
Malfoy stirred behind me and I struggled to get out of his grip, finally I did, jumping out of the bed.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Malfoy sat up in bed as he smiled, "What's got into you darling?" he asked.
I didn't know how to answer. Darling? Usually it's more like "freak" or "half-blood".
"Why the hell are you in my bed Malfoy, and where am I?" I asked, stepping back from the bed.
The smile dropped from Malfoy's face, "Malfoy? What are you talking about?" he asked, reaching for my arm.
I jumped back, "Get away from me! I want to go home!" I shouted, Malfoy stood up from the bed and walked towards me, but I walked backwards until my back hit the wall.
"I said stay away Malfoy!" I said, holding my hand out to the stop the man from walking towards me any further.
An angry expression, one I'd recognize anywhere, came onto Malfoy's face, "Fine, whatever, let me know when you get over this little fit" Malfoy said before suddenly turning, opening the door to the room and leaving, slamming the door shut behind him.
I stood there in shock, it's not my fault he suddenly just kidnapped me or something and decided to cuddle me.
Still standing against the wall, I took in my surroundings more clearly. I was in a bedroom, the white carpet was plush against my bare feet, and a warm breeze came in from the open balcony doors, which had white curtains blowing slightly in the wind.
A large bed was the focus of the room, the sheets were white and silky, while the comforter was a silver color with shiny silver designs. The whole room seemed to be white or silver, the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the fireplace across from the bed, the nightstands on either side of the bed, and the plush looking couch in the corner of the room.
It was all so beautiful, but one question was still burning in my mind, why was I here?
I caught sight of myself in the mirror next to a door, presumably the loo, and I gasped.
I was wearing a short, dark emerald green nightgown with black lace trim, but that wasn't all, I myself looked so different.
My body wasn't so skinny anymore, I'd filled out, curves in all the right places, my breasts even looked bigger.
My skin was clear and smooth to the touch, my curly auburn hair was longer, to the middle of my back and so smooth, it looked like it belonged to a model or actress.
I'd looked like I'd aged, just like Draco had, had I? How old was I? Was this some sort of weird dream?
Grabbing a robe that matched my nightgown I slipped it on before creeping over to the door and opening it quietly.
The hallways were bright and open, portraits lined the hallway all the way to a staircase that led to what I assumed was the first level of the house I suppose.
I followed the hallway towards the staircase, each painted portrait was of a Malfoy, Draco's ancestors. His grandparents, parents, him and his parents, just Draco, the last one, closest to the stairs, made me stop though.
It was of Malfoy and I, I had no recollection of when it was painted, but unlike the other ones, we were both smiling. I sat in a chair, wearing a beautiful red dress while Malfoy stood behind me, dressed in a very handsome suit. Malfoy's hand rested on my shoulder, and my hand rested atop his.
It was very lovely photo, but that's not what made me stop, in the photo, I seemed to be, pregnant? No, that can't be, but the unmistakable bump beneath my dress made me believe otherwise.
Merlin, what's happened to me?
Creeping down the staircase, I passed dozens of framed photos of Malfoy and I, the Malfoy family, my parents, me, Harry, Hermione and Ron at Hogwarts our 3rd year. My suspicions from earlier were soon proved right when I spotted a certain photo.
It was of Malfoy and I once again, but this time, there were two younger children with us, the older one, a boy, had pale blonde hair just like Malfoy, but my smile and my hazel eyes, but otherwise, was practically a carbon copy of Draco. The younger child, also a boy, had my curly hair and Malfoys steel gray eyes, he was rather adorable I had to admit.
Oh god, there was no way in hell I would ever do something with Malfoy that could result in having a child with him, two children none the less, the thought alone was making me sick. The boys looked to be no older than seven and a year old in this photo, but who knows how long ago it was taken.
Continuing my descent down the stairs I finally reached the bottom and I could hear voices, but couldn't really tell who they belonged too, but I followed them anyway.
I followed the voices to a large, open kitchen, Hermione, at least, I think it was Hermione stood at the island talking to three young children sitting at the island, I recognized two from the photograph, the young blond boy seemed to be about ten know, while the curly haired one could have been three.
The other child was one I did not recognize, she had wild brown curly hair, a freckled face, and soft brown eyes.
"Oh" Hermione suddenly said, "you're up".
I could only stand there in shock, making Hermione step towards me, I then realized she was holding a little boy at her hip, probably just a year old.
"El, are you alright?" she asked, coming over to me. "Were you and Draco fighting? He stormed out pretty quickly as I came in".
"Mummy, mummy! Aunt Mione said we could go to Diagon Alley!" the young curly haired boy told me, bouncing in his seat and giving me an excited smile.
Mummy? Draco and I?
My head started to spin and with a crash, I fell to the floor, my world turning black.