Poeta: Here is the other chapter just as I promised. Hope you enjoy. I've already mentioned a disclaimer and I'm quite annoyed at the fact that I don't own Harry Potter, thus I won't be writing another one. So on with the show.
Hermione who?
Chapter 2: Affairs
They had been at the citadel for three days and Draco had come to enjoy his time. Since the solution of having a child had been found he didn't have to do his duty every night with Pansy. Because of this he had more time to live out his leisure in the Bellator Citadel.
From training in the Quiditch pitch beneath the castle, to riding a Hungarian horntail above the village and over the forest to screwing the pretty barmaids at the local tavern on the back of said horntail 200 feet in the air.
Draco smirked as he made is way to the stables to pick up the horntail he had come to affectionately call Bon. Nearing the stables he quickened his pace at the sound of the animals roaring, neighing and barking. Skidding into the stables he pulled his wand from his robes and levelled it on the figure standing in front of Cruise a black Pegasus.
"Stop!" He demanded. Their back was faced to him. The person had slowly raised their arms in the air.
"Turn," he ordered. He looked surprised at facing a woman who could only be a muggle. She was dressed in muggle jeans and had one of those muggle hoddies covering her hair and face.
"It's not wise to point that at me," the confidence in her husky voice had him glaring.
"You're a bloody muggle how did you get in here," evaluating her he came to the conclusion she was about his age.
She sighed, "Look this is a complete misunderstanding," dropping her hands to her side, "I recommend you lower your wand."
"Silence, you'll-"
She shook her head at him amused, "Too late."
A shadow was cast over him before a painful blast of energy hit his side air rushing from his lungs and passed him. Crashing against the stable doors he groaned and looked up into a composed rigid face with blood red eyes.
"Louie," her one call had the man he acknowledged as a vampire walk away from him.
The woman knelt over him. Her black curls falling from the hood to touch his cheeks. Louie hissed to the side as Draco reached for his wand then dropped his hand.
She smiled pleased, her jade green eyes amused. He could feel her breath as she talked. "I assume you are a guest of my father's. And judging by your hair and eyes you are Draco Malfoy." Stepping back she extended her hand.
Groaning he clasped the gesture and rose to his feet. She kept a hold of his hand and shook it. "Personne Campana Bellator, it is a pleasure to meet you Mr Malfoy." Nodding to him once she was on her way back up the path to the castle. Calling over her shoulder, "excuse Louie, as my guardian it is in his disposition to protect me."
Reclining against the stable door Draco ran his hands through his hair, he cursed at the humiliation. Glancing into the stables at the calmed animals he looked at Bon and decided he would rather stay at the castle for the commotion instead of ride that day no matter how good the blonde barmaid at the Goblin tavern was.
Personne took the tunnels she had known since childhood to her bedroom. She had caught wind from her governess that her parents were planning something big so she had come home to find out how big the surprise was and if it included her in it or not. Calmly walking though the dark she spoke sternly, "You do know Louie that you shouldn't have used-"
Him taking hold of her waist stopped her. Leaning into him she heard him growl. "That human deserved what he got."
Snuggling into his embrace she laughed, "We both know any magic cast at a Bellator on Citadel grounds would be absorbed."
He nicked her neck affectionately. "Louie," she whined.
Sliding passed her he took the lead. "Come child we're almost to your bedroom."
As soon as they pushed aside the portrait and stepped out Personne turned to Louie and pushed him against the wall. Her mouth on his as she ground into his crotch.
"Sonne," he hissed warningly.
"I want you," she whimpered.
He looked adoringly into her jade hazed orbs and yielded. Taking hold of her chin he thrust his tongue into her mouth. A delighted moan escaped her mouth as she pushed her body into his. He lead her backwards and all to soon his mouth left hers as he pushed her into the bathroom and closed the door locking it.
"Louie?" she questioned through the door.
"Take a shower child," he instructed musing his chestnut locks of hair that fell to his shoulders.
"Louie let me out, I want you," she cried as the spoilt child she was.
He ignored her and straightened his robes.
"Do you remember Louie that first night you were inside me and we-"
"Take that shower Personne."
Silence was his reply before the small almost unbearable whisper "Is it wrong to want you?"
He glared into the mirror at his yellow eyes. "You know it is, now get in the shower love, I'll be next door."
Exiting the room he walked to his quarters.
Sitting on the toilet she frowned at her reflection. "Why is it you always want the unattainable, the unreachable."
With tears in her eyes she stripped down and entered the shower.
It was midday and Draco sat underneath a gazebo with the sun bright in the sky and all occupants spread around the picnic table excluding Miss Personne and the vampire. There was chatter amongst everyone until the small Potentia bounded from her seat and scurried away a squeal bursting from her throat. All eyes followed her small form.
"Louie!" She yelled jumping up into his waiting arms. Spinning her around his rich laughter filled the air.
"Vacko what the hell are you doing hear!" Madras's outraged roar sent a wave of power in the form of wind rippling through the air.
Louie stood unfazed and smiled charmingly at Potentia still in his arms.
"Why protecting me of course Papa." Turning the picture of a stunning witch dressed in velvet robes, her hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back, presented beauty.
"Personne," with a swift intake of breath Dea had her arms wrapped around her daughter.
Personne rubbed her mothers back soothingly. "Mama it is alright I am alive, not dead."
Dea Bellator frowned and pulled away tutting as she tapped Personne's nose reproachfully. "Do not joke of such things my dear."
"Persy," Danza replaced his mother in Personne's arms.
"Danz," she ruffled his hair affectionately while taking her place to her father's left, Danza happy in her lap.
"You're early this year," Madras smiled lovingly as he leaned across the table and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Seeing her father's want for an explanation Personne explained, "Well Papa Louie and I were passing by on our way from London to New Delhi and we thought why not come home now for we only had a few days left."
Her mother looked convinced while her father looked sceptical. Choosing not to answer him she turned to the other occupants at the table. The four people she did not personally know looked oddly familiar to her.
Madras watched his daughter look uncertainly at his guests and sought to sooth her. "My dear," taking hold of her hand he smiled then indicated to his guests, "These are my guests, Narcissa, Pansy and Draco Malfoy." She smiled politely. "And this is Blaise Zabini." Smiling again at the handsome man. "They will be staying with us for awhile for procreation solutions."
Personne turned to Draco and Pansy, the two uncomfortable under her gaze. "I had thought the rumours in the social circles were just that, rumours."
"No it looks like for once the gossips were correct," Blaise enlightened.
"However true that is, back to the introductions, friends this if our daughter, Personne Campana Bellator." Dea almost glowed with pride.
Personne introduced. "Well this gentleman standing behind me is Louie Vacko my guardian."
"Louie Vacko," Draco murmured he had heard that name somewhere before but, "Vacko the royal family of-"
"Eastern Europe," Louie finished for him.
Pansy commented ,"I heard you were dead."
Louie raised his brow at the blonde, "you heard wrong."
"Louie has been Personne's guardian since the day she was born. The only place he needn't be her shadow is here," Dea explained before placing some salad on her plate.
"The citadel is well protected then?" Pansy questioned.
Blaise explained, "Yes that and any harmful magic directed at a Bellator is absorbed."
Draco discreetly glared at Louie recalling the stables.
Personne smiled knowingly at Blaise, "You've read Bellator Citadel History."
Blaise nodded his head in affirmation. Personne shook her head lightly her lips curved, "I was forced to read that book. It was in fact the first book I ever read. However that book is only half there."
"Half?" Blaise asked.
"Yes the other half is kept safe and for family eyes only." She giggled as Blaise pouted. "You look like a child," she teased.
Blaise glowered at the woman he would love to be his wife, "I have dreamt of walking the halls of this citadel, knowing its secrets, finding them only to have you shatter my ideals because I am only half knowledgeable."
She leaned forward her voice light, "That was quite a mouthful Mr Zabini I wouldn't call you half knowledgeable."
Blaise quirked his lips his eyes shining. She would make a brilliant companion.
Louie leaned into her shoulder and whispered in her ear. Her face paled. Rising she excused them as Louie finally set Potentia down and left.
Once they were out of hearing Madras commented, "Zabini, you are perfect for my daughter."
"Yes Blaise well done, looks like the Malfoy's will have their child within record timing." Dea sighed.
Once inside the castle Louie pushed Personne into a wall and pushed his body against hers, her breasts pressed against him. In angry Gallic he murmured against her lips, "what was that?"
"What was what?" she replied in annoyed English.
Louie glowered taking hold of her dark brown curls almost black he moved them aside and scrapped his teeth over her neck. "Ahh," she shrieked her hair flying back and her eyes closing.
"You were flirting with that boy Sonne." His husky voice against her neck sent quivers through her body.
"It was a simple conversation."
"Simple," picking her up he held her backside in one hand grinding her into his arousal as the other squeezed her breast.
"I don't like him," he whinged as he sucked and licked her neck just above her pulse. Feeling his control slip as Personne grabbed at his pants he abruptly pulled away. With his face flushed his pants tight, his hands clammy and his lips red he glared at her. "I don't like him love."
Personne huffed and leaned against the wall. "We have already established that," reaching for him again Louie shook her off and walked away.
"Stay away from him, Personne."
Burned by his cold shoulder yet again tears stung her eyes. She would never understand Louie though she had been with him 287 years. One second he was hot and ready for her touch the next he was as cold as ice and would cut her deep.
"Are you alright?" Turning swiftly.
"Draco," pausing hoping he hadn't seen her moment with Louie, "what are you doing in here?"
Hands in his pockets he shrugged. "I was actually looking for the bottom floor bathroom but I got lost."
She sighed, "yeah this house is big."
"Last time I checked it was a castle." He quirked.
"Come on follow me," walking away from the back entry she walked down the corridor Draco behind her. "So would you rather a boy or girl?"
"A boy of course, one that looks just like me," he answered predictably.
"That's what they all ask for," stopping and turning to him she stepped closer and took hold of his face. She was so close she knew he would be able to feel her breath.
"Your little boy will be quite a charmer." Stepping back she scrunched her nose, "he'll actually look a lot like Danza."
He was quiet as he observed her. The way she was spontaneous, the scrunch of her nose. The fall of her hair, her face. She was a lot like. "You know you remind me of a friend-"
"Don't even go there Draco," rolling her eyes she resumed to lead him to the bathrooms.
"What you do," he said exasperated.
"Yeah that's what every male said that came through here, including your father."
"You knew Luscius?"
"That I did, met him when he was…18 he, oh its not my place."
"No," grabbing her he brought her around to face him. Stepping back he looked down on her, "I know I don't know you but… my father." Awkwardly he paused his jaw clinching. "I never really had the chance to know him, so…"
"You need to go to the bathroom don't you?"
"It can wait."
Pulling him into a near by room which happened to be the sitting room she sat him down. "Okay I don't really know if your parents wanted you to know this but either way I'm going to tell you." Sitting herself down she briefly fiddled with her shirt before facing him. "Narcissa, Luscius and Franco came to the citadel for a Bellator blessing." She paused briefly.
"For a wedding," he added.
"Yeah." She paused again.
"So my father and my Mother-"
"No Draco."
He looked at her confused.
She clarified, "the blessing wasn't for your father and mother, but for your mother and Franco."
Draco looked taken aback.
She cocked her head, "You weren't expecting that."
As far as expectation went no he wasn't expecting to hear his mother and Franco Zabini were to marry but they didn't. "Why didn't they?"
Sighing she reclined in her chair. "My father still doesn't like to speak of it. As far as he is concerned it never happened and I'm sure that he really doesn't like Blaise."
He was intrigued. "What happened?"
She looked about the room as if seeing something that wasn't there. "My parents had fought the night before your parents and Franco came to the citadel. My mother… wasn't getting along with my father at the time and refused to speak to him. Your parents and Franco stayed here for a month, Luscius was intrigued and wanted to learn my father's secrets to some darker potions. During that time my mother and Franco became…close."
Draco instantly understood.
"My father walked in on them, my mother half naked and you get the idea. Narcissa broke the marriage off with Franco and married Luscius though I am pretty sure she loved Franco. My father ensured your father great books to marry Narcissa as an added incentive. Father arranged for Franco to marry Opaz whom he did."
Draco looked amazed; the goings at the Citadel had impacted his life in actually bringing him into the world through the union of his parents.
Personne giggled, "I think my father was only content to marry Franco to Opaz because of Opaz being-"
Draco input, "A complete lunatic who kills her husbands." he sighed his hands pushing back his hair.
She looked at him sceptically, "I hope I haven't shattered any of your previous illusions Draco."
Poeta: review if you please, I'll be back soon. That's right no 10 reviews needed. You see my exams are over and I am in an okay mood. Though my date for my formal went over seas and cant go with me and my formals in a few days and I' completely stressed cause I don't have a partner or a dress….sigh. At least I have a good car.