A/N: Slow updates are because I have 30 characters on a bunch of RPG sites, so I have around about 60 posts to do every SINGLE day, which makes posting for all of them AND THEN updating the story very hard. :3
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Belinda awoke to the first golden rays of day brushing over her skin and pouring in through the open window, illuminating her thick lashes against her pale skin, and making the lighter brown highlights in her hair shine brightly. By her bed was Hermione and Draco, an entanglement of limbs as they slept peacefully in the love seat. Hermione's head was nestled in the crook of his neck, her hair splayed out across the couch as Belinda's eyes fluttered open, to reveal her chocolate brown orbs bloodshot. She lifted herself up and rested her body on her arms, her eyes staring out the window at the sun breaking through the crowds for a moment longer, before the stormy clouds covered its beauty and darkness fell across the room. She looked over at Draco and Hermione, guilt settling in her stomach.
After a few minutes of struggling to keep her eyes open, Belinda threw the blankets off of herself and swung her legs over the side of the bed with a tired yawn as she rubbed at her eyes. She looked at the wizarding world clock that she'd never managed to get the hang of reading, and saw a muggle one next to it - curtesy of Hermione most likely. It was merely 13 minutes past 6, and Belinda yawned again. Her arms stretched out above her as her hands blindly reached out for her wand on the bedside table, one hand closing around the wooden stick as she pulled it back over to herself and slipped off the bed. Slowly, she moved across the floor to Hermione and Draco with a soft smile, her wand waving above them and she watched as they floated up and over to the bed. Once on there, Belinda draped the blanket over both of them and had to clap her hand to her mouth to stop a giggle as they moved towards each other in their sleep and nestled back against each other.
It was purely adorable, and it made Belinda's shattered heart crumble even more as she envisioned George and herself in such a position. She quietly left the room and ran a hand through her bed hair. Once she felt how messy it was, she tucked her wand into her pocket - she had slept in her clothes - and combed her fingers through her hair until she deemed it decent. It took her quite a while, but she managed to locate the staircase and rushed down it, before being frozen once more at the many rooms and archways around her. She moved to the first archway, stepping inside a large and regal room with a magnificent fireplace the centre of all the chairs attention, save for a few by the bookshelves. There was another archway leading off of the that, and she hurried towards it only to find a dining table with chairs around it. There were 3 doors leading off of that room, and utterly lost Belinda dove towards one. And another, and another, and another, until she had no idea how to get back to the entrance hall. She was in a room full of boxes and things that looked as if they needed to be tossed, so this seemed to be a storage room.
She saw another door and walked through that, finally ending up back into the entrance hall. Belinda huffed, before she remembered that Draco had house elves and hesitantly, softly called out 'Hello?', which was met with 3 cracks and 3 house elves in lovely clothing around her. One had big, blue eyes, another brown and another golden brown. "Miss. White! Youse is awake?" The one with blue eyes asked, and Belinda nodded her head. "My name is Flip Flop!" The house elf continued, beaming. The golden brown eyed chimed in afterwards, revealing her name to be 'Cookie', and the brown eyed one revealed his own name to 'Dover'. They then persisted to grab her hand and bring her through several rooms to the huge kitchens that made Belinda's jaw drop in surprise. There were 2 other house elves in there, talking in hushed voices and giggling over something before they saw Cookie, Dover, Belinda and Flip Flop.
"Would you like some breakfast, Miss. White?" Cookie asked, her beautiful eyes boring into Belinda's. She smiled gently and nodded her head, knowing that house elves loved to work no matter how hard Hermione tried to convince them otherwise. "Goodie! Breakfast, quick!" She commanded, and they all set into work, bustling around busily as delicious smells wafted to Belinda's nose. She was pulled over to an island bench, where she sat at the barstool and watched as they cooked happily. She was also made coffee - two sugars as requested, and once her food was brought to her Belinda dug in and thanked them profusely. It was delightful food, and she wondered how the little elves could be so amazing with spices and seasonings.
"Thank you very much." Belinda said once more once she'd finished, and before she could even bring her plate to the sink her dishes were taken away and cleaned in record time, leaving Belinda blinking and feeling guilty. "Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked.
"No Miss, we house elves is quite fine on our own, I tells ya!" Dover waved at her as she left the kitchens and headed through the doors that she'd memorised, pleased that she'd found the entrance hall with relative ease. By now, the big clock in the hall read '7:30' and she could hear the sounds of voices coming from the direction of the dining room she'd found before. She headed there, and smiled as she saw Narcissa and Lucius talking angrily, making Belinda shrink back a bit and the smile to drop from her face.
"She's Draco's friend, and she helped him through those years when the Dark Lord and us were affecting him, how can you be so un-grateful to her help? Even after she left and he had to do that merlin awful task for Voldemort was she there, always ready to owl him with help! She even visited him at the castle, and you are still so un-hospitable?" Narcissa growled, and Belinda knew they were talking about her.
"She is not staying in our home, imposing on our life! She's a mess, all hung up on that Weasley kid, I already have one mudblood in my h-" But he was cut off by Narcissa, whose face was bright red in anger.
"How DARE you use that word? Have you learnt nothing? This prejudice you have against mudblood's has almost led this world to destruction, and still you go on about them! Hermione Granger is the smartest witch of her age, and she is muggle born, doesn't that prove that we pureblood's are not holier than her? She has always bested Draco, and he is a pureblood! Belinda was also a very intelligent girl, so how dare you say that word to my face?" Her voice escalated a few decibals, and Belinda heard someone come up behind her. She turned and saw Hermione, who froze at the scene before her and frowned. She looked like she was going to call out to Lucius and Narcissa, when Lucius persisted.
"She is a mudblood, mudblood, mudblood, mudblood! She is not worthy of Draco, you know he was destined to marry Astoria Greengrass but now this is not the case! He has fallen for this stupid mudblood, and now I have two of them in my house!" Lucius had jumped up and his fair fell back, which was when an un-known presence to both Hermione and Belinda made itself known.
"You slimy bastard," Draco's voice was deadly calm, not un-like the calm before a storm. It was more frightening then if he had shouted, and the look in his eyes was pure hatred. "You said you were under the influence of the un-forgivable curse when you sought out Belinda's parents to kill them, but that wasn't it at all, I can see that now. This whole time, I knew there was something wrong, I knew you didn't really love Hermione. I knew it, you tried to kill Belinda's parents because she'd dared make friends with me." Draco's voice was still deadly calm. Belinda gasped, her eyes widening before her wand was out and she pointed it at Lucius.
"Belinda," Hermione warned, but the girl had already charged at Lucius and fired a stunning spell at him, which he narrowly avoided by diving out of the way.
"You pathetic mudblood!" Lucius growled as he stood up and flicked the torture curse at her. She dove out of the way and pointed her wand at his foot.
"Stupefy! Expelliarmus! Tarantallegra!" The last one hit him, making his legs dance around madly. Before he could take the spell off, Belinda's eyes glinted with madness and she'd pressed her wand against his neck. He took the spell off, but stayed still as she pushed her wand further against his neck. Narcissa looked torn, she didn't want to upset Belinda, but she didn't want her husband dead. Hermione was also torn, but Draco stepped forwards and pointed his wand at Lucius as well and advanced until his wand was also pressed against Lucius' neck. Lucius gulped and he stared at Narcissa desperately.
"I should kill you, for causing my parents death," Belinda breathed, and Lucius looked as if he was going to insult her, but dangerously she murmured 'Avada...' and he froze up. "But, I won't. Im not a murderer." Belinda then threw her fist at his face and felt her hand ache at the sickening crunch of his nose, before she punched him again and again until he fell backwards.
Draco stunned Lucius for good measure, before Belinda then turned and stormed out of the room, her ears red with anger. She could hear someone behind her, and turned with an aggravated 'Bugger off, Draco' which died on her lips as she saw it was Narcissa. "Mrs. Malfoy, im so sorry, he killed my parents-" but she stopped when Narcissa patted her on the side of the face.
"Thank you. For doing something i've never had the courage to do. I want him out of my house, out of my life. He is a horrible man," Narcissa stared at her feet as her eyes watered, and a special moment was shared between the women as they hugged and comforted each other. Narcissa left a kiss on Belinda's cheek before she walked away, leaving Belinda sitting in the armchair by the magnificent fireplace, a fire roaring as rain lashed against the window outside and lightning occasionally lightened the sky whilst the thunder rumbled over head. She watched the flames flicker and dance as they consumed the logs, casting an eery orange glow on the dark room.
"Bels?" Hermione's voice gently called to her, and Belinda grumbled in response. She heard Hermione move closer, and her eyes flickered briefly to Hermione as she took a seat beside her before she was staring at the dancing flames once more. "Its okay, I promise everything'll be fine. It was like this after the war, everyone was a mess over so much they'd lost. You should've seen it, Bels." Hermione's eyes became dark with the memories, but she shook her head and the normal cheery glow was in them once more.
"Where is he?" Belinda asked, and Hermione tilted her head in confusion. "The bastard, Lucius." Belinda growled.
"Oh, Drae took him to St. Mungo's." Hermione supplied, and Belinda nodded her head. They sat in silence for a while, Hermione attempting to make conversation to an un-willing Belinda, before she gave up and excused herself to her and Draco's room. Belinda sighed and buried her head in her hands, her chest aching.
It was a few hours afterwards, when Belinda awoke from sleeping in the chair by the fire to a little girl and a little boy squealing at her. Immediately, Belinda held Jamie and Toby in her arms and they curled up beside her. She looked up gratefully at Draco, who grinned back and exited to go see Hermione, most likely. Belinda listened as Jamie and Toby blabbered about random topics, and Belinda merely smiled. Later, Narcissa announced that the house elves had made dinner. At dinner, there was a lot of chatter surrounding Belinda, but she felt like an outsider as they talked.
She remained silent even as she tucked in Jamie and Toby in her bedroom. She kissed them on the forehead, before she sat on the couch which had been turned into a bed and laid awake for hours, thinking about George, her parents, and the life she'd missed out on. She cried herself to sleep once more.
A/N: Kinda rushed ending, but I wanted to quickly bring Jamie and Toby in, then put them all to bed. :3
~ Mollykins