Part Two - Secret Love
"We keep behind closed doors. Every time I see you, I die a little more. Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls. It'll never be enough..." ~ Little Mix
She woke up the morning after, her skin still tingling, her mind still racing. She barely slept, just replayed the moments over and over in her head. She'd never admit this to anyone, but it was the best night of her life. She never in her wildest dreams would have thought he could make her feel the way he did. It would be a night she'd always remember. She just had no idea, at that moment in time, that her world was about to be turned upside down. It wasn't long after she realised that her whole life was going to change. She knew what the changes in her body meant. She saw and felt it the weeks following, yet she still went to Madame Pomfrey to be sure. She knew she should tell him, but she couldn't. Not now. He wasn't ready.
She was barely ready to be a mother. She never thought she'd be a teen mum, but here she was at sixteen and about to become a mother. She kept it a secret from everyone, even her best friends Harry and Ron. The only ones that knew of the baby growing inside her was herself, Professor McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey. With the support of the two women she managed to keep the pregnancy concealed. She thought for the briefest of moments not to keep the baby, but immediately cursed herself for wanting to give away her unborn. She already loved it. The first day she felt the baby move, Draco was nearby. His laugh made her heart skip a beat, and the baby responded with a kick. She smiled and disappeared around the corner just as he caught her eye.
It was the first time in weeks she heard him laugh. She never thought she'd fall for Draco Malfoy. Did she love him? She didn't know. She just knew that he had gotten under her skin, and made her stomach flutter. She recalled the night they spent together. She had a part of him growing inside her. She wondered if he ever thought of that night, and wondered if she had the same effect on him that he had on her. But, still she didn't tell him. Not once, even when he asked her one day if she was fine. She had a bad bout of morning sickness. He had seen her dash for the bathroom and saw her emerge a few minutes later, looking rather pale. She told him she was fine. She said it was only a stomach bug.
He watched her walk around the castle her smile radiant, her skin glowing. He was happy that she was happy. Even if he wasn't the cause of it. For so long he hated her. She was everything his family despised. Yet she was there that night. She listened, she understood. She spoke to him the way no one else has ever spoken to him. That night she wasn't impure in his mind. She was a beautiful soul. Everyone always thought that he was cold, conceited, discourteous. Nobody really understood him. She did that night. He lost himself in her, and it was the best night of his life. He wouldn't tell anyone though. He wanted to protect the memory of their night together. She had always been smart, brave and strong. Everything he had ever wanted to be. That night she made him feel all of the above. That night he saw the purity that was her soul, and it brought him to tears.
He sought her out, no longer content in just watching her with others. He just wanted one more touch, one more moment with her. This was his opportunity. She was alone. He wondered how many times she's revisited that classroom. He did so often he had lost count. He pushed the door open and found her standing there in the middle of the room, her eyes closed, a smile on her lips. He stood there watching her, her beauty bright. He knew that they couldn't have those moments back, they were now a mere memory. She opened her eyes, her gaze lingering on him. He took a step closer, she didn't move. "Draco," she breathed when he touched her face. His name on her lips used to leave him with a foul taste in his mouth, now it was bittersweet. She closed her eyes, letting him cup her face with his cold hand. She leaned into his hand, covering it with her own. He brushed his lips ever so slightly against her forehead, the only touch he allowed himself. Before he lost himself again he left. Every fibre of his body wanted to be with her, but it would only end in disaster.
She's been to that space so many times, hoping to find him there. He never was, this time he found her. She let him touch her, only if it was for the last time. She knew it would never amount to anything. She knew what he was. She saw it that night. She saw the mark he's been branded with. She wanted to confess her indiscretions, tell them who he was. Yet, she never did. She kept it to herself. She had fallen in love with him she realised. That love kept her from telling anyone. That love is what kept her strong through the pregnancy. Maybe one day, one day they could be a family. It was a deluded dream she clung to. How could she know how cruel fate would be. She had no idea, that their most recent moment in the classroom would be their last. All was hell after they lost Dumbledore on that dreaded night.
Not too long after that night, she held their daughter, in awe at how much she looked just like her father. She had her mother's nose, that was clear. She even had three freckles neatly place on the bridge of her button nose. But she looked just like her father. She had the whitest of hair and the greyest of eyes. She had never loved anyone as much as she loved that baby girl. She wished she had him, or even her best friends to share this moment with. But it was better this way. If his family ever discovered this secret they would surely set out to destroy her and this beautiful baby she was holding. She knew what she had to do. She gave her parents the child, and took their memories. They believed that a friend had asked them to protect and watch over her. The only evidence of the child was a simple picture and a letter she left at Gringotts in Harry's vault. It was only to be given to him if she ever died before she could get Madelyn back after the war concluded.
