Chapter 4:

"Uhm…that," came Lucius' perturbed response.

Lucius look a tad disconcerted. Jean thought that whatever she asked him somehow agitated their host. "Did I say something wrong? Is that some sort of profanity here in your world? I'm sorry if I offended you."

The elder Malfoy was flustered and Malfoy's don't get flustered. Of all the questions that he thought his son's wife would raise, he never thought of this and on the beginning no less of their family's stay. He was really hoping of avoiding delving into that topic altogether which is why he included the family room in the tour of the house because he doesn't want to risk her snooping on her own in the house and finding all unsavory things all by herself. He thought that they'll just breeze through the portraits introducing the family relatives and then on to the next room. But no! Harry Potter's best friend just had to be so damn curious about something at the wrong place and at the most inconvenient time and pick upon that particular irregularity. He gathered his composure and began or at least tried to speak. "Uhm…ahh…ahem…" Apparently, this proved difficult than what he expected. He had no choice; he needed some good-natured, tactful and prudent reinforcement from his wife. "Narcissa, dear can you go over here for a moment? Jean has a question that I believe would be best answered by you." Lucius called out to his better half.

Narcissa glided across the room as she approached her husband's side with slightly prying eyes. "Well, how can I help you dear?" Narcissa inquired beaming at Jean.

"No, it's alright. I don't want to impose." Jean told the older couple.

"But, I insist, Jean. Don't worry, you can ask me anything." Narcissa gave in reassurance.

"It's just seemed like Lucius got upset to some extent when I asked him regarding what a Mudblood is."

"Oh!" Narcissa uttered unexpectedly.

Jean exclaimed, "See! You got that same flummoxed expression going on. Whatever that is must be something taboo or inappropriate for conversation."

"I believe your husband should hear what I will mention to you because I don't want him to hear any of it from just anyone. Just so we won't have any misunderstandings of any kind." Narcissa revealed. "And it would be best we discuss this seating down away from the children."

This doesn't bode well, Jean thought. She remembered that she said the same thing about best discussing things sitting almost 12 years ago...

"What's up?" Drake smiled brightly at the woman who approached him.

"I have to say something to you and it would be best for us both if we discuss this sitting down and in private."

"Lead the way then."

Jean led Drake to the secluded part of the library in a room that houses what seem to be rare copies of the first publications of books from the looks of it. Then, she looked outside again before she locked the door then sat down on one of the chairs from across Drake.

"Kinky." Drake spoke as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Take your mind of the gutter. We're not here for that."

" That? What do you mean by that?" Drake inquired feigning innocence.

"Damn it. Don't be coy with me. You know what I mean." Jean claimed as she tried to hold back her annoyance of him.

"Fine. It's called Sex. S-E-X. Say it. It's not a bad word…uhm…what's your name, again?"

Jean's mind is racing and is in overdrive with all different sorts of things. How can he not remember her? Or did he remember her but can't recall her name? Did she even tell him her name? Gosh! This is all so awkward on all levels. How will they talk about such a private matter if he doesn't even recognize her? How in the hell did she even arrive at the decision of talking to him about it? She must have gone bonkers! Yeah, all of this is making her crazy. Her amnesia, then that day in the library…followed by that night that was best forgotten if not for this thing now. Ugh! She doesn't even know where to begin. Does she tell him who she is? How they met to jog his memories? Everything in her life is totally fucked up now. How will talking to him about that night so much as help to get things back on the right track? She already rehearsed last night what she's going to say to him but now her mind's drawn to a blank.

Snapping his fingers at her; Drake shouted, " Hey, Miss Library Assistant!"

"I'm pregnant!" She blurted out then immediately turned away from him and pretended to arrange the books.

"Surely this woman wouldn't claim that it's his baby she's carrying," he thought to himself. He was overwhelmed by what he heard but tried hard as he might to appear stoic then demanded, "And pray tell what does that have anything to do with me."

Jean was totally incensed. She turned around and stormed at him, both hands on her waist, "God! I knew you'd be a prat with all of this! But no! Against better judgment, I decided to tell you anyway! I'm so stupid! What do I even expect from you? Nothing really, considering how you're such an inconsiderable jerk in the library 2 months ago! I don't even know why I'm wasting my breath telling you all of this!"

"Hey! Stop yelling will you? Someone might hear us."

All riled up, Jean further screamed at him. "Really? That's all you can say? You're concerned someone might hear us in here! How can I stop shouting when you're being such a huge dumbass and an enormous waste of breathing space? Fine, you want to hear it! I'm pregnant with your baby. Is that clear enough?"

Drake was definitely in denial. He's just 18. He's too young to be a father. He can't be a father. He doesn't even know who his father was. "How do you even know it's mine? Who knows how many guys you slept with? Maybe, you sleep around and I'm the most convenient guy you picked to be saddled with this." Too late, he can't believe he just said that. He can't seem to stop whatever hurtful words happened to leave his lips. He mentally slapped himself for insulting the woman before her.

Jean was shocked. She can't imagine how this guy would think she slept around. Does she look like a slut? Definitely not! Then she noticed that Drake gave out a huge sigh, regret evident in his eyes. His demeanor softened which made her wonder if that meant he was sorry he slept with her or he's apologetic for saying those nasty words at her.

He approached her and held her hands in his, "Look, I don't want to be more of a jerk than what I already am in your eyes but forgive me for asking, how sure are you that the baby you're carrying is mine?"

Now, this moment just got more embarrassing for Jean. Not only did the man in question not remember her or their night together, he'll be privy of information that she would have preferred not to be brought up. It's still hard for her to accept that one night of foolishness led to this. "Two months ago, I saw you in The Shack hanging out drinking with your soccer buddies. You saw me looking at you… caught me staring at you…"

Memories started flooding his mind of that night. Yeah, he remembered stealing some looks at the alluring beauty by the bar laughing at something that dork of a guy she's talking with said. Then he caught her gazing at him. She masked it by looking around. The oaf she was with that night stood up after some girl dragged him to the dance floor. That was his chance. He got a beer and slowly walked to where she was. He offered her the drink though he noticed she's quite tipsy already and they began talking…

"You're that assistant to the librarian, right?"

"Yup! That's me! Your ever reliable thrush…trusty assistant to the librarian! But I'm not really one, you see I'm a scholar and I… one of my du..tish is to help out in the libra…library…" She informed him while pointing his finger at his chest as she mumbled the words in a slur.

"Let's get out of here. I think you've had enough to drink."

"No! I wanna shtay! Right! I wanna have fun! I don't get enough fun in the lib..ra…ry! I alwaysh need to shhh…tudy but what do I get? What?! What?!" She continued as she put her hands on his chest and laid her head by his shoulder. "Stooo…pid school hash to cut back on mooo..ney they dole out to scholarships like mine. Where dosh it leave me? They cut my scholar…ship in half. Where the hell…will I get the money to pay, the o…ther half? So, now I'm shhh..leb…rating. This might ash well be my lash day in this stooo…pid shh…cool!" Then she just kept muttering indescribable words to him.

He took pity on the woman. She was obviously inebriated. He guided her out of the club and took a taxi to his flat.

When they arrived at his flat, he laid her in his bed then stood back and about to head for the door when she sat up, took off her top and cried. He sat by her side and comforted her pulling her close to his chest inhaling all that sweet rosy scent. Then she faced him and started caressing his face, his jaw line and at that instant she began kissing him hungrily. "Oh God! This is not good! I'm…getting turned on by this." He thought amidst the distracting mouth and tongue assault. He was torn, well actually it's more of that horny part of him that's starting to get a hard on that's winning this battle.

She clumsily tried to get off his top and when she couldn't she tore his shirt from the v-neckline down. She smiled broadly and with one hand pushed him to lie down while the other hand short of groped him until it found the zipper in his pants and freed his raging erection then commenced on dry humping him.

She's crazy! She's drunk but not drunk enough. She wanted what she saw. She craved for his touch though right now she's the one dominating over everything. For no apparent reason she became this sexually deprived loony bint and she loved the freedom that it gave her. She felt as if all her life she was restrained by the rules and then it took one bad news for her to snap and snap she did!

Drake is but human and the woman's ministrations got him all excited and it's about time he subject the woman in question with more pleasure than she can imagine…

Back to the present, it then occurred to Drake that it was him who mucked up her virginity. "Damn!" Drake resounded with an outburst. No wonder this woman was sure it was him…

"So you see, I'm a virgin and you're the only one I slept with." That cemented the fact that this baby she was carrying was indeed his.

"Jean…Jean… Twinky already have the children settled in the playroom. We'll just call them when dinner's ready. Let's head out to the drawing room shall we?" Narcissa nudged her as she led them out of the family room.

"What is this about? Drake asked his wife. "Looks serious, if it's an indication they wanted to talk to us about it away from the kids."

Jean spoke to her husband faintly close to a whisper as they walked towards their way to the drawing room. "Well, the short of it is that it has something to do with a question I asked Lucius. It was obvious he was wigged out by what I inquired and so does Narcissa then all of a sudden they wanted you to be there too when they discuss this Mudblood thing."

After everyone got properly seated in the drawing room, Narcissa cleared her throat a bit and began speaking…"Let me begin by giving you a brief overview of who compose our Wizarding Society. Lucius and I come from a Pureblood family. This means we have purely magical ancestors and no Muggles in our family tree. Most of our families marry into other Pureblood families to keep the bloodline pure. Next, we have the Halfbloods, or those witch or wizards who have a Muggle and a magical parent. An example is Harry Potter who would be Scorpius' Potions professor, the man who came and informed you about Scorpius' acceptance to Hogwarts. His mother is a Muggle like you and his father is a Pureblood wizard like us. Then, we have Squibs. A Squib is someone who was born into a Wizarding family but doesn't have any magical capability. Lastly, we have Muggleborns, like your son. A Muggleborn is a witch or wizard who is born to two non-magical parents or Muggles. Muggleborns inherit magic from a distant ancestor. They are said to have descended from Squibs who have married Muggles and whose families had lost the knowledge of their Wizarding legacy. However, the magic resurfaces unexpectedly many generations later." Narcissa paused trying to find a way on how to begin the topic about Mudbloods.

"But how does a Mudblood fit in all of this?" Hermione posed the question she more or less felt would lead to a dreadful answer.

"A Mudblood is a derogatory term for a Muggleborn wizard or witch. Most Pureblood families were prejudiced against Muggleborns and consider them to be of lower breeding or undeserving of magic. To them this implies that the Muggleborns have "dirty blood"; hence, the term Mudblood."

Drake stood up indignant. "You're a Pureblood! So tell me, were those relatives of yours in those portraits yelling at my son; calling him a Mudblood?!"

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You know the drill R & R. What do you think? Is it awesome or what? A Flashback within a flashback just clicked on my mind and what better way to use it than to provide a glimpse of Jean and Drakes past. Hope this chappy answered everyone's question about Scorpius' age being off considering how Hermione and Draco couldn't have got together that early on. Well they did. Thank goodness for one-night stands! "evil grins"