To Dance With Jean

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. I Majasty do not own the characters of this fanfiction except perhaps a few OC's that may make an appearance. Otherwise, all characters belong to JK Rowling. Additionally, this fanfiction gets inspiration from a combination of different movies, books, and real life events. A full reference list will be uploaded at the end of the story. Mischief managed.

This story disregards the Deathly Hallows except for some key dates and times. It also disregards the epilogue. This story is set primarily in the year of 2040 and has some parts of 1997-1998. Hope you enjoy.

This chapter is dedicated to klaus89 for the great words of encouragement to continue writing this story.
Thank you.

Recap

"Xavier, Xavier wake up!" Hope exclaimed as she shook Xavier awake.

"Draco's in Cornwall."

Chapter 5

Cornwall

Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England. November 10th, 2040

"Draco's in Cornwall."

The revelation rang in Xavier's ears like a mantra. Cornwall? His father was in bloody Cornwall. What in Merlin's name was he doing all the way in Cornwall? The revelation along with a few glasses too many of firewhisky was giving Xavier a migraine.

"I'm sorry Hope, for a minute there I thought you had just told me that my father was in Cornwall." Xavier laughed dryly. Surely the younger witch was joking? Was this all a joke? Was his father not even missing? Maybe it was all actually just a sick dream.

"That would be because I did say that he was in Cornwall Xavier. In Shell Cottage to be exact." Hope said slowly as though she was explaining it to a four-year-old. She was not laughing, in fact, she didn't find the situation humorous at all.

"You – You're serious? You are! You're serious!" Xavier spluttered incredulously, swallowing hard when he noticed the witch in front of him raised an eyebrow. "Oh, God. You are serious. How did you even let this happen? We hired you so he doesn't get lost again, and now you're telling me he's in Cornwall?"

Xavier had heard about Shell Cottage and Cornwall briefly through some small talk with Hope. Apparently, it was where she had grown up, and Shell Cottage was the home of her grandparents, but what business could an elderly Draco Malfoy have in such a far place. Cornwall? Yes, they had moved around a bit when they were younger and lived in Kent, and then in Cardiff, before eventually moving to London, but never did they live in Cornwall. What business did he bloody have in Cornwall?

"I do my best Xavier, but you and I both know how stubborn Draco can be! If wanted to go to Cornwall, he would find a way to make it there." Hope yelled angrily. She was already feeling guilty about the situation, Xavier didn't have to rub salt into the wound. She already blamed herself.

"What would my father be doing in Cornwall Hope?" Xavier asked the younger witch. She was the one that had been spending a lot of time with the old wizard. Surely, she would know. Maybe this was her doing. Was she not the one who had grown up in Cornwall? Perhaps she had been telling his father stories about the place so he had decided to up and have a vacation there in the middle of the bloody night.

"I don't have an answer for that Xavier." Hope rolled her eyes. "If you had asked me perhaps a few years ago, I would probably answer that he was visiting my parents. My father is after all his cousin's son. However, my parents have lived in London for years." Hope concluded, also confused about what on earth Draco Malfoy was doing in his grandmother's house. As far as she could recall, the stories were always about how the Malfoys didn't get along with the Weasleys, so why was he in the house of one? Yes his grandfather was no longer there as he had passed away three years ago – unfortunately due to a fatal accident whilst attempting to break a curse on an ancient tomb in Somalia – however, that still does not explain why Draco Malfoy would visit the place.

"You have to go and get him Xavier who knows what he is feeling right now. Maybe he is lost again. Maybe he is confused. Who knows how he even got there because Merlin forbid that he actually appara…Xavier! You need to get him…using a muggle car." Hope continued to reason out loud as she stared at the clock. Who knows how long Draco had been in Cornwall. How on earth did he even get there?

"I beg your pardon? A car?" Xavier replied. Was the witch crazy? He has never driven a car in his life, not to mention he was hungover from all the firewhisky that he had consumed the night before.

"Yes Xavier," Hope continued slowly, "you need to pick him up with a car, Draco's health is too deteriorated for him to apparate, or floo...remember? He probably can't even ride a plane."

Xavier cursed under his breath. Why oh why did his father decide to disappear off to Cornwall of all bloody places. Frustrated he replied with the only thing that came to mind.

"Fuck!"

Windsor, England. November 10th, 2040

William awoke to the sun's rays streaming through the gap from his curtains. He cracked open one eye before scrutinizing his whereabouts. He had a pounding headache along with a sore neck and back, not to mention his muscles were sore. Looking around the room he discovered that he must have fallen asleep on the couch while he was drinking.

Drinking. William almost never drank unless he was stressed. Another thing he did not inherit from his father. He hated the taste of alcohol and only ever turned towards it for its numbing properties, definitely not because of its taste. Suddenly, all the events of the prior night came flooding in, and he remembered why he had been drinking to begin with. At the memory, he picked up the tumbler that still carried some amber liquid from the night before and threw it against the mantle which just so happens to have a photo frame that housed a photo of William and Kathy on their wedding day. "Fuck you Kathy, fucking fuck you!"

Tap, tap, tap.

William was brought back to his senses by a familiar owl tapping on the glass double doors that led to their balcony. What could his father be owling about this early in the morning? He wasn't even entirely awake yet, and he was already being woken up by his father's bloody chicken. What was even more surprising was that there was an owl from him at all. Knowing his father, he would have spent his Friday night the exact same way as he did. Drowning his sorrows in firewhiskey until he was sure to be hungover the next day. He also knew that it would have been his parent's anniversary yesterday had his mother not passed away, so again, it really was alarming to find an owl from his father this early. Nevertheless, he walked to the window to let his father's eagle owl in before taking the note from its foot before reading it.

William,

Emergency involving your grandfather. Come to Malfoy Manor ASAP.

PS. Bring that muggle car of yours that you insist on keeping and using.

The note wasn't signed, but he knew exactly who it came from. He recognized his father's handwriting and his bloody chicken/owl thing. Another surprise to add to the day was that his father asked him to bring his car. He was smug about his car being required by his father considering he knew his father hated the automobile after his mother's death. However, Wiltshire was over 70 miles away from Windsor, and it would take him over an hour to drive there. If the matter really was an emergency, driving for one hour or two would be a waste of time. Sometimes his father was not the smartest when it came to muggle transportation.

Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England. November 10th, 2040

Xavier was pacing around in the library. What was taking William so long? His father was in bloody Cornwall for Godric's sake. Does the boy not realize that? Well…probably not because he didn't write that in the owl, but still.

Pop.

The sound of apparition sounded behind him, and he turned to see his son, standing in the middle of the library…without the muggle car. "Oh, Emerald save me, I am about to kill our son," Xavier whispered to himself as he turned his attention to his son with a growl.

"Which part of 'bring your muggle car' did you fail to understand, boy?" Xavier asked with gritted teeth, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"Oh, hold your horses. Dad," William shot back with annoyance. Was it obvious that he came from a dysfunctional family? "I understood the note just fine, understood it so much, in fact, to know that driving from Windsor to Wiltshire would be a waste of time in an 'emergency.' Did you not think that part through? It takes almost two hours to drive from my place to here." William sat down on the closest leather armchair –which so happened to have a bottle of firewhiskey and a tumbler nearby from Xavier's drinking the night before. With a huff, he poured himself a drink. "Morning be damned."

"I wouldn't drink that if I was you," William said impassively, accio-ing the tumbler from his son's hand which emitted complaint from his twenty-three year old son. "You still need to drive to Cornwall."

"Cornwall?!"

Somewhere on a road between Windsor and Cornwall. November 10th, 2040

"What the hell is in Cornwall?" William asked his father as they drove down a highway. His father and himself had apparated back to his townhouse in Windsor to pick up his car, and now were making their way to pick up his grandfather..in bloody Cornwall. Yes, Cornwall should probably rename itself to 'Bloody Cornwall' by now, considering as the Malfoys have referred to it as that for only about one hundred times.

William attempted to rack his brain for any memories or stories about Cornwall, but apart from knowing that Cornwall was where Teddy, Victoire, and Hope Lupin were from, he had no idea what business his grandfather could have in Cornwall.

"I've been asking the same question," Xavier replied as he looked out of the windows of his son's car. The next four hours was spent in silence between the father and son before Xavier decided to have some sort of small talk to break the silence. They only had about half an hour drive to go anyways, may as well use it at least a little bit productively.

"Do you get this thing checked up or serviced?" William asked commenting on the way that the car appeared to ride bumpily on a straight road. The car looked and sounded old, he wasn't even sure if they were going to make it to Cornwall.

"It's fine dad," William replied dismissively, keeping his eyes forward to look at the road. Really? Why couldn't his father have just kept silent like he had for the first four hours of their trip? Heck, why couldn't he have just kept quiet like he had for half of his life?

"What do you mean it's fine? We've been bouncing up and down for the past hour!" Xavier replied defensively, instantly regretting ever trying to break the silence. He would have preferred silence to another argument.

"I said it's fine dad, okay? So just, leave it alone. I'm not in the mood." William gestured with a roll of his eyes continuing to drive down the road.

"How Kathy?" Xavier asked changing the topic of conversation.

William turned to his father with his eyebrow raised. "Are you genuinely interested, or are you just making small talk?" He asked, annoyed at being interrupted again whilst he drove.

"Would I ask if I wasn't interested?" Xavier replied, his temper also riding a thin line at having to spend so much time with his estranged son. They haven't been left alone together since he moved out of home, he was unsure of how he was supposed to act. At least he was trying, right?

"If you were genuinely interested well why are you only asking now? If grandfather hadn't gone missing, you wouldn't have even owled," William replied, clearly not appreciating how his father had seemed to have forgotten about him when he moved out.

"It works both ways Will, it works both ways."

William ignored his father when he saw the sign which somehow made him at least a little bit relieved.

"Welcome to Cornwall."

Cornwall, England. November 10th, 2040

Draco sat on a bench by the beach in Tinworth. Dominique's daughter had found some friends by the beach and he had encouraged her to spend time with them rather than waste her time and be bored with escorting him. He was perfectly content just sitting on the bench, in fact, he had sat there unmoving for the past four hours just watching and listening to the waves crash with the shore – a pastime he used to enjoy back in the days when he had lived there. He closed his eyes marveling in the delight of being away from the busy streets of London, he loved it here, he never really knew why he didn't come back before.

Draco, Draco, Draco.

He listened to the beautiful feminine voice of Jean. The way she used to say his name, it just rolled off his tongue. He knew that it wasn't real and that it was just an imagination, but he liked to embrace the dream anyways.

Draco, Draco…

"Draco!" Draco's eyes sprung open to see Fleur and Dominique standing in front of him. He must have fallen asleep on the bench whilst he was waiting for his son. "Your ride is here," Dominique explained as she turned to an old 20-year-old Ford, that had both Xavier and William walk out.

Xavier and William walked down the steps that led to the beach nodding at Fleur and Dominique who were standing next to Draco.

"Father," Xavier started, holding his arm for his father to take. "It's time to go."

Somewhere on a road between Cornwall and Windsor. November 10th, 2040

"You know if it was just a beach you wanted to see you could have just gone to Bell Wharf Beach?" Xavier told his father with a roll of his eyes. "What's so special about Cornwall anyways?"

"One day Xavier, you will understand," Draco stated sadly as he watched the coastline pass them by. "Soon, everything will make sense."

"How am I meant to understand?" Xavier asked angrily, turning in his seat to face his father who was seated in the backseat of the car. "You had never bothered to explain anything! My whole life I went by without even knowing what goes on in your mind, without even knowing who you really even are!"

"Oh, leave him alone!" William interrupted, annoyed that his father was yelling at his grandfather in his car. Honestly, couldn't his father go an hour without finding something to complain about?

"Stay out of this Will," Xavier answered back to his son, turning back in his seat to face the road.

"I can't, he's my grandfather."

"Well, he's my father!"

Screeeeeech.

"Shit!" William exclaimed as his car halted to a stop and smoke began to come out of his car. He angrily got out of his side of the car and slammed his car door before walking over to the hood of the car and opening the bonnet – allowing more smoke to come out.

"Repairo!" He zapped at a random spot in the engine, but it was to no avail as sparks just lit from the spot before the car coughed up more smoke. "Fucking shit. Repairo!"

"That's why your car is turning out like that. You abuse it." Xavier offered whilst looking on in disgust at the smoke coming from his son's car. He sighed before turning back to William. "I'm going to look for one of those muggle mechanic things. Since the car is made by muggles, surely, they'll know how to fix it. Stay here and look after your grandfather, heaven forbid he gets lost again." With that Xavier walked off down the road, leaving William and Draco behind.

"Fine!" William called out. "Have it your way!" William huffed before turning back to the car and getting back into his seat to find that Draco had fallen asleep. Hours passed before Draco awoke, later in the afternoon.

"Are you okay grandfather?" William asked, looking at his grandfather. He hadn't noticed it before, but his grandfather was starting to age, and he looked much older than sixty, despite what healer Maureen would say. Considering he was a wizard he should look younger than sixty-year-old muggles, but it was obvious that his illness was taking its toll on him.

"What time is it?" Draco asked with a swallow, he was unsure how long he had fallen asleep for, but it seemed like hours. What could be taking Xavier so long?

"It's almost three in the afternoon," William replied, glancing at the old leather band watch he had on his wrist –a gift from his mother. The two men sat in silence, both unsure how to start conversation with the other due to the stark age gap.

"So, grandfather…" William started, unsure of how to start any kind of conversation with him. The man was forty-something years his senior. What exactly do people talk about with people that are three times their age? "What exactly are you doing all the way here in Cornwall?"

"Are you really interested, or are you just making small talk?" Draco replied at his grandson with his eyebrow raised.

William chuckled at the familiar question. Turns out he had inherited some Malfoy traits after all. "Would I ask if I wasn't interested?" William replied, mimicking his father's reply from earlier in the day.

"Well…" Draco started slowly, testing the waters of the situation. "If you are really interested I'll tell you. I'm here to find a girl…my one true love. Her name was Jean."

A/N: Woop woop, an update in less than 3 days! I was supposed to wait a week to upload this but I got too excited. Thank you so much to the small number of you loyal readers that are still reading this fanfic. As I've said before, I really didn't think anyone was reading or following it so thank you to all of the words of encouragement! I am really excited about this story because it is the first one that I have attempted to write as an adult (all of my other fanfics I wrote when I was like 13. *shivers*) The chapters will get more exciting now as Draco starts to tell his story to William and soon a few more things will start to make sense. Hope you're all as excited as I am! Don't forget to review, fave, and follow.

Thank you,

Majasty

Trivia #1: Bill was initially meant to die from Dragon Pox as I got him and Charlie mixed up. It was changed to an accident with trying to break a curse to reflect on his actual occupation.