I Don't Love You – by mrivera
Disclaimer – The wonderful world of Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just playing in the sandbox.
Thanks to sayyida, rahnee and jenn with their help with this story.
I would also like to thank all you have reviewed. Your comments mean the world to me. :)
This chapter was really hard for me to write, so please drop me a review and let me know if you liked it or not.
Marie
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Chapter Three
Veronica took Michael's hand and led him down the hall towards James's room.
"How old are you" she asked him.
"I just turned 10 a few months ago; my mum threw me a huge party in New York."
"New York?" Veronica questioned. "Is that the muggle place in America with big buildings and lots of cars?"
"Yep," he said looking down at her. "Have you ever been to New York?"
"No, Daddy read me a book once. Michael?" she said casually, "did you know your eyes look like my daddy's?"
"Really? Mum has always told me they remind her of my dad."
Michael mind was beginning to connect the events of the evening. His mum had told him his dad's name was Draco, when he had questioned his unique middle name. Could the Draco he had just met, Veronica's dad, be his also? Veronica just confirmed her dad had the same color eyes as his.
'Wow' he thought smiling inwardly, 'wow…that would mean Veronica is my little sister. I have always wanted a sibling. I cannot wait to tell mum. Wait, she knows already! That is why she was so surprised to see him. There has to be more to the story and I am going to find out.'
"Here we are," Veronica said as she pushed the door open into James's room.
"Veronica!" screamed Violet and Molly as they ran towards her and gave her a hug. "Come on, we have to show you what Vi discovered she can do with magic!" Molly said excitedly. "Come on," Veronica left with the twins, totally forgetting Michael.
"Sorry about that," James said, "the three of them get together and it's like a bloody circus. Michael…Michael Granger?" James questioned, surprised.
"Hi! I didn't know you knew about the magic world. I thought you were muggle," "" Michael said happily as he let himself into James's room and looked around.
"Are you sure you are not Muggle? It sure looks like it by the things you have in your room."
James Potter's room was filled was Muggle items; in one corner he had a keyboard and drum set, in the other a computer and desk. In front of his full size bed he had a loaded entertainment center. The room's walls were covered with posters of different pictures of England's football teams.
"I might as well be considered Muggle. I cannot do magic worth my life; I was born a squib," James said.
"Really? Is that why you go to a Muggle school?"
"Yeah, dad thought it would be fun for me to try it out, just in case Draco's potion does not work. I can tell you about that another time. What are you doing in my home? Are you not Muggle too? We do go to the same school."
"Oh that," Michael said smiling. "My mum is Muggle and she wanted me to experience school like she did. She said once I get my Hogwarts letter I will have enough time to do Magic. My mum's Hermione Granger."
"No way" said James. "The Hermione Granger, the one my dad has known since the age of eleven, the one who is one of my mum's and dad's best friends, the brightest witch of her age?"
"Yep, that's her."
"Wow, this is so cool. I am so happy you know what magic is; I asked Mum if I could invite you over to play some football and she said no because you were Muggle. And now I know you are not, so that means you can come over and you're here. Thank the gods! They finally listened to my prayers for another boy around. Not to say that my sisters are bad, I do love them, but they just don't get video games and, well, they are girls."
"So you have a Play Station or an X box?" Michael asked.
"Both actually. Do you want to play a game?"
"Sure. I bet I can beat you at any game you have."
"Not a chance," said James, smiling as he handed Michael a video game controller, "not a chance."
The boys sat down on James's bed and begin to play video games.
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Previously:
As he remembered the incident eleven years ago, he looked directly into Hermione's golden-brown eyes and said, "Have a look for yourself; I will not block you out, I have nothing to hide."
Hermione pointed her wand at Draco.
"Legilimens".
Hermione saw images speed past her; they were all moving so quickly she had trouble identifying the content. Then just as fast as these images started, they stopped. She looked around and realized she was standing in Draco's office, eleven years ago.
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Draco sat shuffling through a medical folder on his desk.
"I don't know, Mark. I can evaluate Ms. Dobbins for you, but after looking through her file, I really do not think her medical state is related to genetics."
Healer Mark Robins looked at Draco pleadingly. "Draco, we have evaluated her for every Muggle and wizard medical condition but genetics. I'm at my wits end with this one. Please take a look at her as a personal favor."
"You said she has had this condition since the age of twelve?" Draco questioned. "When did she start puberty?"
"At eleven, during her first year at Hogwarts. Dumbledore expelled her during her second year; she attacked two students so viscously that they had to stay in the Hospital Wing for weeks. She went home, but after two months her parents admitted her to St. Mungo's after she attacked her 21 year old cousin."
"Has anyone in her family experienced a similar behavior?"
"No, well yes," Mark sighed as he leaned back on his chair and rubbed his chin. "Her mother briefly mentioned something about Ms. Dobbins great-grandmother starting to behave oddly a couple of years before her death."
"Really, how so?"
"Give me a second, I'll look." Mark opened another folder and began to flip through it. "Oh, here it is. Let's see, her great-grandmother Ms. Jorkins was a warm, loving person and had been a widow for some 20 years. When she turned 55 she began to dress provocatively and flirt with all different types of men. The Ministry reprimanded her for brewing a banned love potion and she died at the age of 57 from an intense emotional charge. It says here that she was found dead by the 30 year-old man she slept with the night before.
"You have to be kidding me." Draco said, amused. "I think I have heard of a genetic disorder similar to this…I have to do some research before I evaluate her. Why don't you bring her by my office, say in around two hours?" Draco said as he looked down at his watch. "I should have done some preliminary research by then."
"Sounds good," Mark said as he stood up to leave.
"Mark, one more thing; how come you have not been attacked by her?"
"Well you see…I think she only is attracted to men who are younger than 50." Mark said blushing, "and since I am 66, well…"
Draco laughed, patting Mark on his shoulder as he led him towards the door "I will see you in two hours"
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"….women patients exhibiting Derwent Syndrome suffer from the following: obsession with any kind of physical activity especially sexual, total lack of respect for the object of their desire, an incredible amount of strength…." Draco read out loud while walking through his office and holding an old tattered book.
Sitting down and leaning back in his desk chair, he closed his eyes and ran his left hand through his hair. 'This may be a possibility; I will know more after her evaluation. This syndrome is so rare, only appearing after a number of generations. Oh could this get more complicated?' he thought.
Opening his eyes he caught a glimpse of Hermione blowing him kisses from a picture frame on his desk. His lips turned upward into a smile. "I am so glad she said yes," he said as he remembered proposing to her earlier that morning after lovemaking. "She makes me so happy…"
A knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. 'Back to work,' he said to himself as he stood up and headed to the door to open it.
"Healer Robins, I was expecting you and this must be Ms. Melinda Dobbins?" Draco asked Mark as he extended his hand towards his new patient.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Dobbins."
"Hello, Healer Malfoy. My, are you not a handsome one?" Melinda said in soft, sultry voice as she took Draco's hand.
"Please come in and sit down," Draco said, releasing her hand from his as he directed her to a chair in front of his desk and moved towards his own.
Mark, taking the seat beside his patient, suddenly jumped up and searched for his wand in his robes. Quickly giving his wand a swing he read something written in the air in front of him.
"Healer Malfoy," he said regretfully, "There has been an emergency with one of my other patients. I have to go. Come on, Melinda, I will have Nurse Jane escort you back to your room. Draco can continue this evaluation later."
"Healer Robins," Draco said tentatively, "if you do not mind, I could continue the evaluation with Ms. Dobbins right now."
"Are you sure?" Healer Robins questioned causally.
"Yes, I am. Go take care of your emergency and I will evaluate Ms. Dobbins and send her back to her room with Nurse Jane after my evaluation is complete."
"Well, page me if you need…."
"I will be fine, Mark…. now go," Draco whispered.
Closing the door, Draco turned towards his desk to find his new patient sitting in his desk chair in nothing but her underwear.
Taking a deep breath, Draco asked, "Ms. Dobbins, would you explain to me why you saw fit to undress for this evaluation?"
He sat down in the chair previously occupied by his new patient and waited for an answer.
"Well…" Melinda started as she stood up and moved towards Draco. "I was thinking I had too much clothing on for a proper evaluation." Finally standing in front of Draco, she placed her hands on his shoulders.
Draco felt a sudden jolt of energy leave his body. He looked up at Melinda and started to ask her to remove her hands, but found that he could not articulate his wish. Instead of he heard himself say, "Move your hands over me."
"Well, are we not being forward," said Melinda with an evil smile. "I would have thought you would put up more of a fight."
'I am fighting!' Draco screamed in his head. 'What kind of fucking spell is this? I can't move, no hands stay down; don't touch her!' His hands moved to cup Melinda's breast as she moved to straddle him.
"Oh Draco, may I call you Draco? So anxious, my love."
'Time to stop panicking,' Draco thought as he involuntarily leaned forward and kissed Melinda passionately. 'Why can I not fight this? It's like the imperious curse! But I could fight that… this is getting out of control.'
Draco eyes widened as he saw Melinda begin to unbuckle his belt. 'Finite Incantatem!'
he thought with all his might, yet nothing happened and his body continued to move involuntarily caressing, kissing, and touching his patient.
Melinda had taken her bra off and Draco's hands were currently reaching towards her naked breasts. 'This has gone too far, Melinda stop!' he once again tried vainly to speak.
Yet his treacherous mouth said, "Melinda, don't stop."
"I won't stop love, I won't," Melinda responded as she shifted Draco's shirt off his shoulders.
Suddenly he heard a knock on the door. 'Oh Thank God,' he thought, 'come in, please come in, help, come in…' He tried again, yet his lips whispered 'Please help me come.'
The door opened and he heard Hermione's voice, "Draco?"
"Draco, are you okay, can I come in?" she questioned as she opened the door.
"Draco!" Hermione said quietly, her voice shaking with surprise and emotion. "How…What…"
She turned and ran out of the office and bumped into Healer Robins as he turned the corner approaching Draco's office.
Taking the sight in front of him, he pointed his wand at Melinda and yelled, "Stupefy!"
Melinda's body went rigid and fell to the floor. Draco suddenly gained control of his body and stood up.
"Draco, are you alright? I am so sorry! I did not think…."
"Not now!" Draco screamed as he headed towards the door, putting his shirt on and adjusting his pants.
"Hermione!" he screamed as he ran down the hallway. "Hermione, stop… let me explain..."
Seeing Hermione's small figure running a few feet ahead of him, he screamed once more, "Hermione, stop…please stop."
Hermione suddenly stopped and turned around. "How could you!" she shouted, her eyes full of rage and tears. "I trusted you!"
Draco continued to walk towards her, determined to take her in his arms and explain.
"Don't come one step closer to me, Malfoy!" Hermione said as she lifted her wand towards Draco. "I trusted you…I loved you…I said 'yes' this morning!" Tears were streaming down her face, her body shaking uncontrollably to the point of collapse.
"Hermione, I can explain," Draco pleaded and took a step.
"I said don't come near me!" Then, taking the platinum single ½ carat ruby and emerald ring off her left finger, she tossed it to the floor. "I don't want to see you ever again!" she said determinedly and Disapparated.
Draco picked the ring up off the floor. He leaned against and slid down the wall and cried for the first time in his adult life.
tbc