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So I know it's been 5ever (dats moar than4ever) since you've heard from me, dear readers. I'm reaaaaaally sorry. But I've been busy(: I got food poisoning and then had all these dress fittings and stuff for the wedding I'm going to be in. Oh, also I'm on a 15 hour train ride through the mountains to earlier mentioned wedding, so many of my stories are prolly going to be updated tonight^^

So this is for you, Potterheads.

Because I love you.

So here's four pages.

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Okay, unbetad as always.

Draco downed the dregs of his drink in one swallow. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he stood and moved to the door. As he made his way down the cold and drafty corridor of Malfoy Manor, he fell into his old habit of running his hand through his hair and smoothing it down. He sighed, and drug a hand over his face.

This was it. He was nearing the end of the hallway. His future hung in balance in that room.

Steeling himself, he firmly turned the handle and pushed the door open. And his world froze around him. They were facing away from him, all he could see was curly brown hair, and Weasel's red mop, and of course, Scarhead's unruly dark hair.

Oh please, God, no. This can't be true- couldn't be true.

And then everyone turned as the door-which had slipped from his petrified grasp- slammed shut and echoed around them.

And it was her.

He thought his heart was going to explode out of his chest.

He told her, told her not to let them catch her.

Distractedly, he noticed Potter's face bloated and swollen beyond most recognition.

Ah, that would've been his girl, quick on her feet and handy with a wand in a crises.

Bellatrix's high voice pulled him from his thoughts.

"Draco, dear, come on over and help your Aunty Bella." she coaxed, her voice a misleading honey.

The closer he got, the more his horror grew.

This was his 'Mione, but she was different… It wasn't until he got with in feet of her that his brain finally made sense of it.

She had put on weight, a confusing notion as she had been on the run for a year.

But- It- She was pregnant.

That's all it could be- her stomach rounded and swollen.

His eyes snapped up to meet hers.

And then he noticed the way Weasley was trying to shield her.

NO.

She wouldn't have-

Her face flushed, and she ripped her eyes away from his.

She had.

A curiousterrible sensation filled his chest, an icy cold threatening numbness.

He loved her.

He loved her so much- and she- she went off gallivanting with them and comes back like this-

He had to protect her.

Even if she had that- that- if she had part of Weasley inside her.

He grimaced distastefully. "Yes, Aunt Bella?"

"Draco, LOOK, We must be certain." She pushed him close to them, "Is it Potter? Look at this one, he's got the Weasley look about him, yes?"

Draco swallowed hard. "No."

"W-WHAT?" Bella shrieked. " Are you sure? WE MUST BE SURE!"

"It's not them." he said defiantly.

She shoved Hermione at him, "Draco, LOOK at them- Is this the mud blood?"

Hermione flinched visibly at the insult, as Draco roughly caught her.

He pushed her away, "I said NO. Don't you think I would know ? I had six years of school with them. It's not them."

Bella screamed in frustration. "Fine. Draco- Take them down with the others." She shoved the rope that all their hand were bound to at him.

He gave it a rough jerk and said, "Come on."

As soon as they were out of sight, he turned to face them.

"I TOLD you! To stay hidden! Damn it, Granger! Can't you fucking listen to simple directions?" He whispered as loudly as he dared.

"It- We were! And then Harry broke the taboo, and snatchers were everywhere- I'm sorry!" she sobbed.

He grabbed the rope and quickly and jerkily undid their knots.

Hermione tried to embrace him and he flinched away.

"Draco.." she said pleadingly.

"Don't- I KNOW- It's not mine- It couldn't be." He spat.

Weasley and Potter were being uncharacteristically silent, he noticed wryly.

"I- I thought we were all going to die- It was so lonely-" she cried.

"Yeah? You tell him you loved him too?" Draco asked cruelly.

She flushed and choked on a sob. "Draco- I'm sorry- I-"

He shoved his wand at them, "You're going to have to stun me. Take my wand with you."

"Wha-What?" she hiccupped.

He turned and forced the wand into Potter's hand. "You have to get out of here- The apparition wards only are on the house. You'll need to go down this hall way, make a right, and climb out the window into the garden. You can apparate from there, as long as you go out passed the statue of the nymph."

Harry looked perplexed, "Malfoy-why are you doing this? I don't understand."

"Because- I love her, okay? Even though- Just go, alright?" he said fiercely.

Ron looked confused.

Harry froze. "Wait, Didn't Bellatrix say there were other prisoners? We have to-"

Draco grimaced, "No, leave them. They're already going to beat the hell out of me for letting you "escape". They'd probably kill me if everyone was gone."

"Thank you, Mal- Draco. You're a better man than I thought. You didn't have to do this. " Harry said softly.

Draco snorted, "Of course I did. Now you have to go, but stun me first so it looks like you overpowered me. Oh, and one more thing- DON'T SAY THE FUCKING NAME, yeah?"

Ron grabbed Hermione and started dragging her down the hall in the direction Draco had instructed.

Harry raised the wand and cast the spell. Draco fell to the floor unconscious.

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