A/N: I’ve decided finally to write a pretty much Draco centred chapter. I had already pretty much been inspired to do by ciararose on the forums :D This is my gift to you all for leaving him out of the last couple. I hope you enjoy.
WARNING: Violence occurs in this chapter.
It was an icy cold day and Draco was standing on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the sea. He wasn’t alone. He was standing with about twelve other hooded figures, all looking at the sky.
He looked to his right and realised a young woman was standing beside him, shivering due to the cold. He instinctively reached out to her, wrapping his arm around her waist before pulling her closer to him. She was in long black robes that mimicked both his own and the others around them. She had her hood up also. There was something different about her however. Not only was she the only woman, but she was considerably larger than the rest of them in the stomach... she was with child... and obviously didn’t have long to go until it arrived.
“What are we doing here?” the young woman spoke, her voice shaking slightly as she was so cold. Draco had to admire her courage, he wouldn’t have spoken out of turn to the hooded figures.
“Waiting.” One of them replied.
“Why?” she asked, with the attitude similar to that of a disobedient teenager. “It’s freezing out here... Potter isn’t just going to appear out of the sky.”
One of the hooded figures spun round angrily and strode over to the girl and Draco. “I have had it with your attitude girl.” he spat. Draco couldn’t help but tighten his grip on the woman, fearing for her safety. He wasn’t sure why he felt so much for her.
“With what attitude?” she sneered, “You just upset that I obviously have more brains than you do?”
The man raised a hand and Draco stepped in front of the woman, which made him laugh. “Stand aside you stupid boy.” He commanded, “Wolfie deserves to be taught a lesson.” Wolfie... why had the man just called her Wolfie? She didn’t appear to resemble a wolf at all.
He stood aside as instructed, although why he did so he wasn’t entirely sure. The man raised his hand again, but this time someone else stopped him.
“Don’t be a fool Yaxley.” The man spoke, “Do you really want to incur the wrath of her father? What’s gotten into you anyway?”
The man named Yaxley let his hand fall back to his side and spun round to the sound of the voice. “Shut up.” He said, before re-taking his position with the other men and looking up at the sky.
The woman pulled away from Draco’s grip and walked over to him. “What has gotten into you?” she asked him directly. Draco couldn’t help but be fearful, she was asking for trouble. His reaction before had obviously distressed her.
“Like you don’t know.” Yaxley said, remaining where he was.
“Your acting like a child again.” The girl spat, “Do you ever act your age? How old are you supposed to be anyway?”
This pushed him too far, and he struck the young woman across the face, using muggle violence to release his anger.
The only sound that could be heard as the man and young woman stared at each other was that of the cold wind and the waves below them. The other men barely dared to breathe. None of them could have predicted what happened next.
Yaxley fell to the floor, writhing in agony. All eyes immediately fell to the young woman’s wand, which was pointing directly at him, although the woman herself had not said a word. A gust of wind blew her hood back, letting her hair roam free and revealing the strange look of satisfaction in her eyes, which glowed red for a moment. For a moment... she almost looked as if she was someone else, someone familiar.
She then kicked him in the face, “I hate you.”
A flash of light suddenly broke the group out of their thoughts. Whatever they had been waiting for, was coming.
Draco sat bolt upright in his bed, in a cold sweat. That nightmare had seemed horribly realistic. He couldn’t understand it however. He hated the fact it was true, but couldn’t deny that Alice and Yaxley were close. He acted differently around her and he couldn’t see a reason why she would not only abuse him, but say to his face that she hated him.
The image of her shivering beside him then reformed in his mind, and he suddenly remembered the size of her stomach. She had been heavily pregnant in his dream which meant that this scene took place in the future.
He froze what if this was the future. What if he had just seen what might happen in both his and Alice’s future. Would she really attack Yaxley like that? Would she really attack anyone like that?
He had never imagined his wife using any of the unforgivable curses. Remus’ opinion was held high in her mind for a start and he would have taught her they were wrong. Also it just didn’t seem to be something she would do, more something her father would do. However how was he to know that in the future she would become like her father?
He climbed out of bed, not wanting to think about the matter anymore and made his way into his bathroom to look at his reflection in the mirror.
“You look as if you’ve died.” The mirror said cheerfully, which caused Draco to frown.
“Thanks.” He muttered angrily, before actually pausing to study his reflection properly. He had to admit, the mirror had a point. His skin was horribly pale and his ribs and cheekbones stuck out due to a lack of a desire to eat and all the worry that was being placed upon him. His once gorgeous grey eyes were slightly sunken and his hair just lay forgotten. Before he would have done something to make it interesting for Alice but he no longer had the will to do so. Draco Malfoy was a shadow of his former self, he really did look like some horrid skeletal creature and this frightened him more than anything.
He gave a long drawn out sigh, but was spared having to look at his reflection any longer when the door to the bathroom burst open and the young woman he had just been dreaming about entered, looking furious.
“What happened to you?” he grinned, appearing to find his wife’s obvious anger amusing.
“Shut up.” Alice growled, before pulling off her robes and furiously throwing them to the ground. She then sat down on the edge of the bath and put her head in her hands. “Yaxley left me.”
Draco stared at his wife in confusion. “Excuse me?” he asked, “Yaxley left you from what?” The way she had said it was almost as if they’d broken up from a relationship... which couldn’t possibly be true as she was married to him... and there was a huge age gap. He clenched his fists; he wouldn’t let his suspicions be true.
Alice rolled her eyes, suspecting the source of her husband’s sudden fury. “Grow up Draco.” She spat, “He left me at the Ministry, just standing there whilst he chased Potter and his stupid friends.”
“Wait...” Draco said suddenly, “Potter was at the Ministry?”
“Yes. They’d managed to disguise themselves under the influence of Polyjuice potion. They stunned Yaxley and Umbridge before making a break for the escape.” She explained.
A thought then hit Draco. His wife was half wolf, a fact that he couldn’t forget even if he wanted to. If she was half wolf, surely she should have seen right through their disguises and could have done something before they had even entered the Ministry properly.
“If they were under the influence of Polyjuice why didn’t you let Yaxley know sooner?” he questioned, “Surely you figured it out long before he did.”
“Of course I did!” she cried, “But...” She couldn’t finish her sentence however, as Yaxley decided to burst in.
“How the hell did you get back?” he spat furiously. Obviously displeased with the fact she hadn’t waited for him.
“You shouldn’t have left her!” Draco growled, suddenly getting defensive over his wife.
Yaxley waved a hand dismissing him, not caring in the slightest what his opinions were. “Answer me!” he commanded, glaring at Alice.
“I made Travers bring me back on the train!” she answered angrily. “I still can’t believe you actually left me to go after Potter!”
“Would you have taken me to Grimmauld Place?” he spat.
Alice paused, she had to admit he had a point there. There was no way she would have willingly led any of them into the Order’s old head quarters. She didn’t wish harm upon any of them... other than maybe Potter himself. All he ever brought was trouble.
“Exactly.” Yaxley said, satisfied. “You wouldn’t have taken me there so how else would any of us have gotten in? They have no where left to go which means they have to move about in the open. It makes our job easier.” He then turned to leave, but paused for a moment. “You need to decide where your loyalties lie... Wolfie.”
The second Yaxley said the word, “Wolfie” Draco’s hand suddenly flew to the chain around his neck, which was burning.
He then left the room and Alice glanced at her husband, his suddenly strange behaviour concerning her. “What’s going on?” she asked.
“The chain...”
“Draco the chain is only supposed to burn if I’m in mortal...” she paused. Why had the chain’s burning coincided with Yaxley’s statement?
“Alice please...” he begged, “I need to tell you something.”
“What?” she asked, slightly frightened by the fact Draco had just begged.
He shook his head and took her hand, before leading her into their room and locking the door with his wand. “I had this dream...” he began. Suddenly aware of how ridiculous that sounded. He wasn’t only looking ridiculous, but he was also sounding more and more so each day. Things were really starting to take a toll on him.
“Draco now really isn’t the time for you to discuss ridiculous nightmares.” Alice said wearily. She’d had a tough day and she wasn’t entirely sure why Draco suddenly wanted to share his dream with her anyway. He’d confessed to feeling nothing for her.
He growled, “Now is the time for you to listen.” He didn’t need her trying to be stubborn right now, he needed her to hear him. “I had a dream about you and me... all of us infact.”
Alice sighed and sat on their bed, stretching. “Lovely Draco. I dream about you often, so that doesn’t sound particularly important to me.” She did dream about him often, but she’d never admit to what happened in those dreams as most of them ended with him confessing his love, which she doubted would ever happen again.
“Listen to me!” he roared, causing his wife’s body to jerk in fright as she hadn’t been expecting that. “In this dream Yaxley struck you across the face! He actually hit you Alice and you responded with an unforgivable curse. Something had happened between you in the past, he was furious with you and you actually went as far as to tell him you despised him.” The actual words she had used in the dream of course were, “I hate you.” but Draco couldn’t say that aloud without fear of sounding childish.
As he looked at her, he saw a look of confusion on her face. “He hit me?” she asked and he responded by nodding.
“Which unforgivable did I use?”
“Crucio.”
“What?” Alice rose from the bed, unable to believe what she was hearing. She couldn’t ever imagine herself using any of the three curses, least of all the one she considered to be the worst, the cruciatus curse. Of course the killing curse was unforgivable, but in her mind once you were dead, you could feel no more pain. The torture curse gave you that unbearable sense of pain that made you want to die; death just put you out of your misery. This is why she believed this to be worse than the other. “But Draco...” she continued, “This was a dream...”
“I think it might actually mean something though. I never dream like this.”
The look of hurt on her face was unbearable for Draco. The thing was, he couldn’t understand why he was feeling this way. He didn’t love her... he couldn’t love her... but her expression hurt him, he wanted nothing more than to just take her into his arms and try and take the pain away.
“Why would I do that?” she asked, looking up at him, tears filling her silver eyes.
“That isn’t the end of it...” he continued. She was hurt enough as it was by his words, but he had to tell her the final part. “For a moment you looked like someone else... almost like...”
“Don’t say it...” she whispered.
“I’m sorry...” he said, with genuine feeling. “You looked like your father... it was the eyes... and your expression...”
He hadn’t ever seen her look this hurt before. She actually looked less hurt the day he told her he no longer loved her, which to him made no sense at all. He couldn’t help but reach out to her and take her into his arms, which she accepted.
As she wrapped her arms around his waist, she asked him a question. “So does this mean that in the future something terrible is supposed to happen involving me and Yaxley, causing this horrid event to occur?”
“I suppose so... yes.” He said, trying to make sense of it in his head.
“I guess I’ll just have to prepare myself for when the time comes then.” She said sadly. “Draco?”
“Yes?”
“Please don’t leave me.”
A/N: I hope the ending wasn’t once again too stubborn. Next chapter shows Draco and Alice returning to Hogwarts for their seventh year. I’m hoping you’ll find it interesting.
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