Part XI
Reliving
Hermione:
For another moment she sat there on his lap her son only a foot and a half away. Life was slowly being put back together like a huge jigsaw puzzle. Gapping holes were still present but with every word the holes grew smaller.
Without Draco by her side she felt like nothing but at least with Scorpius she had the means to go on. What ever had possessed him to choose this path confused her. Before their relationship she doubted whether or not he would have even taken another look at his child.
Maybe his conscience had kicked in after so long of being reborn. Better judgment and his morals were finally starting to take affect. For once he was thinking of two people he did not know, herself included. They had never known eachother before.
He willingly stepped up and was now taking care of her too. Dumbledore said that when you erase memories you only cover those emotions up. He still loved her as he had it just needed uncovered.
But that was her job now, to bring back those memories. "Draco do you remember anything about the night mentioned in the letter?"
"No I can't remember that whole month at all."
"Would you like to see it?" for a second he looked at her perhaps surprised by her offer. He nodded, eventually. "Good, but you have to see the whole thing sex and all."
Hermione giggled at the shocked look on his face but she persisted. She took his hand in hers and urged him to look. A wave a fog wrapped around them and the world began to fade.
She led him through her thoughts to that night. The room came into focus but it was not the compartment. Scarlet and green enveloped the room and the fire cast a warm glow. Just before them sat themselves all of those months ago, Hermione sat in between Draco's legs and he with his back to the couch.
He whispered something into her ear and she giggled softly. He gently nibbled at her earlobe and kissed up and down her throat. Hermione arched her back and let out a moan.
Now the 'real' Hermione turned back to look at Draco who stood watching the scene unfold. The shock was gone and now screamed curiosity. Had she not wanted him to watch she would have called him a perve but that could be saved for later.
Draco:
He could not tear himself away. It was very strange to see oneself doing something that did not seem possible. The way he was moving was so carefully made and so gentle. There was nothing rough or cruel about what he was doing, infact it looked like love come to life.
Their clothes were all but gone now in the middle of the floor. Everything was so perfect, like it was meant to be that way. Suddenly Hermione grabbed his arm and jerked him from her memories. It was becoming too much for her and he could see it as plain as day. Or maybe it was her feelings, so strong that they radiated through their connection.
She took him to another memory, this time in her dorm room. Here she sat writing her note that soon would be in his trunk. She folded it up and scurried out of the door. The two followed the memory on to the common room where she had crossed to the boys' dorms.
She moved quickly and quietly up those stairs and rummaged through a trunk marked 'HP'. When she stood back up she had a piece of parchment and a long silky cloak. Back in the common room she tapped the paper and whisper something to it.
When she had pulled the cloak over herself she had disappeared. He turned to look at Hermione and she said, "Invisibility cloak." With a sharp nod and a roll of the eyes they went on. The portrait swung open and they made their way towards the Slytherin rooms below.
It grew darker with every single step until they reached the common room, fire still glowing. The 'fake' Hermione slipped into his room and deposited the note letting the memory go black.
Hermione:
Now she was sitting on the floor of the dark little room. Tears ran freely and little sobs were becoming louder. Suddenly Draco's voice cut across the semi-silence. They talked for a moment, expressing their love and encouragement.
Soon the noise of a guard came auditable. He was coming for Draco, to wipe his memories. The memories flashed violently to her being drug down the hall, calling loudly.
The man jerked her roughly and Draco appeared with his guard."Lord Granger shut the fuck up! And stop calling my name I don't want you!"
The words did not faze her as she wriggled out and ran towards him. Arms flew around his neck and he stood in a bewildered trance. Suddenly she hit the ground and he screamed out at her again.
Draco:
He could not explain what he was watching. He had used those words so many times and heard others use them too but then why did he feel so ashamed to use them now.
Something about calling her a mudblood seemed cruel. This must have taken place after swiping all of his memories. When Hermione had hit the floor he had moved slightly wanting to go pick up off the floor. To tell her everything would be okay.
Flash after flash followed this one starting with a bit of Hermione's stay in the hospital. The nurses seemed to be talking with her but Hermione didn't want to see this. She had pulled him out before he had learned anything at all.
Dumbledore came in, her parents took her home, she came back to school in everyone you could see the changes to her body. She grew larger in every flash. Now they were in a Muggle hospital, Hermione splayed on a bed.
Her breathing was heavy and her face was contorted in pain, but he didn't notice that. All he heard was her screaming his name as she brought their son into the world. Tears sprung to his eyes to watch her go through that.
He should have been there for that. He had missed his chance to experience the most painfully beautiful process in the whole world, and the birth of his first-born. The scene changed yet again after what must have been a faint.
The Muggle doctor handed over a small little baby wrapped in a blanket. Scorpius was sleeping slightly as if any noise would wake him. When asked for his name Hermione looked down at her son and felt the tears.
"Scorpius Draco Malfoy."
She had named him after a father who had no idea, until about a few hours later, that he even existed. The flash was over and he was pulled back out of the fog. They sat in the Head's compartment hand in hand not saying a word.
Both were crying softly not caring one bit who saw. He pulled her closer to his chest. Never again would she be sad or lonely, frightened or in pain as long as he lived. Someone had taken his life away from him and caused her this pain and he would get his revenge one way or another.
He didn't love her anymore but it was just under the surface. Something had to be done whether he had to do it himself or not.
Just as they began to calm down the train slowed, they were almost home.
A/N It's so short! I wanted this chapter to be really long and everything but I think this will have to do! I can't think strait really. C-yall later!!!