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Wayward Son by La Klap

Format: Novel
Chapters: 11
Word Count: 76,402
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Romance, Angst, Young Adult
Characters: OC
Pairings: OC/OC, Draco/Pansy, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione

First Published: 10/20/2006
Last Chapter: 04/10/2008
Last Updated: 04/10/2008

Summary:
(Credit for the banner goes to the wonderful Alora.)
HPFF Recommended Story March 2007





Unwanted, unexpected and nearly unborn, but he's ignorant of it all. Join Draco Malfoy's son in an emotional rollercoaster ride through Hogwarts, starting in his fifth year, until he confronts his father. Does his father consider him a son? Or not a person at all? (not compatible with the DH epilogue)


Chapter 7: Interlude

Author's Notes: I'm switching internet providers, so that's why this update has taken ages. Sorry to everyone who was waiting! About the amount of reviews... well, what can I say? I can't name you all here, but I have to thank you for your support. It really, really helped me out. :) This chapter is an interlude, but the next 'real' chapter is already done and will follow soon. Hope you like this, though!

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Interlude

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It was quiet inside the Manor.

Too quiet.

Pansy hesitated on the threshold of the living room, unsure of what to do. She could have sworn she’d left Alucard in his crib with Draco to watch over him. However, neither was in sight.

With a nervous, queasy feeling in her stomach, Pansy stepped through the double oak doors, into the living quarters. “Draco?” she called anxiously. Had it been a mistake to leave him with their youngest son? She felt like hitting herself. Of course it had been a mistake.

She took a few more steps, the sound of her heels hitting the floor echoing through the chamber. “Aiden?” she tentatively asked the empty room, wondering if perhaps her three-year-old was around. “Where are you, sweetheart?”

No answer.

A slow, panicky feeling rose in her chest. She was used to knowing where her children were, and not knowing frightened her more than she wanted to admit. Taking care to keep breathing normally, she tried to think of where the men of her family could possibly be hiding from her. Perhaps Draco had taken them to their rooms, and had locked himself up in his study as always?

Before she could return to the hall to ascend the stairs, however, a small, barely heard sound reached her ears. Quickly turning her head to the library door, Pansy tensed, all kinds of horrific scenarios flying through her mind. Kidnappers. Murderers. Burglars. All out to get her children.

She grabbed a hold of her wand, the wood cool in her sweaty hands. Heart beating erratically in her chest, she approached the library and opened the heavy door.

To her surprise, it was also empty and not full of blood-thirsty axe murderers. Looking around wildly for the sound she’d heard, her grip on her wand tightened. They could have her, if they wouldn’t harm her children. Anything but that.

Something touched her leg and she squealed in astonishment, whirling around to face her soon-to-be murderer… or not.

She sighed, laughing with relief. “Oh, there you are, darling,” she whispered, lowering herself to Alucard’s level to hug him. “Don’t you dare scare your poor mother like that again, will you?” As she lifted him into the air, he started whining, pressing his little hands to his face.

Pansy chuckled, holding him close against her. “Tired, are you? Tell me, where’s your dear father hiding?” Her eyes flashed. Sodding Draco. You were supposed to watch over him, you idiot. She glanced around the library, as if expecting her husband to jump at her from behind a bookshelf. “Draco?” she called sharply, stalking out of the library with her two-year-old in her arms.

He hadn’t entered the living room since she left it. With an irritated sigh, she continued her search, hurrying through the formal and informal dining rooms, the kitchens, the library again, and the music room. Slightly out of breath, she came to a halt in front of the piano, gritting her teeth. Draco was not on the ground floor, and she was tired. Her arms were becoming heavy, so she lowered Alucard onto the floor. His whines had become too loud for her to stand.

As if relieved with his freedom, Alucard crawled towards the door leading to the library at top-speed. Pansy felt a slight stabbing feeling through her heart, and she quickly caught up with him and pulled him back. “We’re humans. We walk,” she told him seriously, forcing him to look up at her. He simply looked back with those big blue eyes, his gaze blank.

Pansy sighed and held his head against her chest. He was two years old, for Merlin’s sake – why wouldn’t he walk? She knew he could, the sly little thing, he just never did. It was as if he thought crawling was a much easier way of getting around than walking. It annoyed Pansy, as Mrs Goyle’s five month younger daughter practically did cartwheels, but more than anything, she was also worried. Alucard’s rather slow development – he hadn’t uttered a single understandable sentence yet – was doing nothing to convince Draco about his worth, either.

She frowned as she remembered her last conversation with Mrs Goyle.

He’s still not walking everyday,” Pansy had said as they’d sat outside, watching their children play in the grass. Alucard had been holding himself up on a very low tree branch, and little Sally had tried to push him over.

Really?” Mrs Goyle had asked absently, staring at the toddlers. “I admit he’s a slow learner – Sally told me she wanted a sweet yesterday. I was shocked! Alucard doesn’t say much either, does he?

No,” she’d answered with a scowl, not liking to be reminded of her son’s shortcomings. “But I’ll suppose he’ll start walking soon… perhaps he needs more peer pressure from Sally. Draco keeps Aiden away from him a lot for fear of regression.”

That’s an understandable fear,” Mrs Goyle had said impassively, her tone uncaring. “You don’t think I’ve really been all that busy, do you?

Pansy had stared at the other woman for a long time as Mrs Goyle sipped her tea, smiling primly at her daughter. After a few moments, she’d asked, voice hoarse with anger, “You mean you – you’re afraid that Alucard will regress Sally? That’s why we’ve been seeing less of you? Alucard needs Sally, Lana, you know that!

I don’t see why,” she had told Pansy, her gaze still firmly on little Sally. “He’ll get better on his own, dear – and if he doesn’t, well, you’ll just have to let it go. I do not want my daughter mingling with underdeveloped children. I suppose Draco doesn’t, either. Perhaps he had a feeling about Alucard.

Pansy still seethed with anger as she thought back on it, remembering Lana’s cold voice as she talked about Alucard when he was playing right there. The nerve astounded her, truly.

She noticed Alucard wriggling from her grip and going for the door again. Sighing, she leaned on her knees with her hands, watching as her son reached the door and pulled himself up. He grasped at the door handle and toddled around the corner, grinning cheekily at her before dropping to all-fours again to race into the library.

Pansy cursed under her breath. It was like he was doing it on purpose, to get her attention. Aggravated, she got to her feet and stalked after her son, hoping she’d find Aiden and Draco soon. She was by no means going to search the entire Manor – her legs were tired already – but they’d better be down sooner or later.

Sweeping Alucard from the ground as she passed him, she kept walking, a protesting chorus of “Mumumumumu!” ringing in her ears.

“Oh, use your words,” she said irritably, trying to stop the tears from flowing. A guilty feeling washed over her as she wished that for once, Alucard wouldn’t be her entire responsibility. I’m the worst mother ever, she thought miserably, settling on one of the couches in the living room. Draco was right – I can’t do this. She hated to admit it, hated it, but Alucard certainly wasn’t turning out to some kind of wonder child she’d hoped for. Biting her lip, she pulled her son again her chest.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie,” she mumbled into his fine blond hair, “I wish I could do more for you. I’m not angry at you.”

She doubted he understood.

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After sitting there for about two hours, she saw Draco Apparate into the living room. He ignored her questions about his previous whereabouts all through dinner, only sharing with her that Aiden had been watched over by a house-elf, and had promptly disappeared to the upper levels of the Manor after dessert.

Pansy gritted her teeth in exasperation, slowly moving Alucard’s crib with her foot while trying to read an article on Arithmancy. She was going to confront Draco as soon as her – their, Pansy stubbornly told herself – son was asleep, whether he liked it or not. With a slight, smug grin on her face, she continued rocking the crib in front of her, briefly glancing at the young boy in it before returning to her article again. However, she failed to concentrate on it.

With a sigh, she stowed it away and slowly stood up, watching Alucard’s face with a sharp look. He’d always been the worst sleeper, crying whenever she left his side – she’d had less than twenty hours of sleep the first two weeks after his birth. That had been necessary. It was terrifying to think of what Draco could’ve done to him if Alucard had kept him awake. She hadn’t taken any chances.

Luckily, though, he stayed blissfully silent as Pansy removed her foot, and she sighed in relief. Just leaving the room now. She tiptoed to the door, placing a Silencing Charm on it as she opened it. Then, she thought she heard a mumble, and she cringed inwardly, standing paralyzed with one foot out, but he didn’t say anything else. Bit by bit, she shuffled out of the room, and closed the door behind her.

Taking a deep breath, she set off towards the master bedroom, where Draco would undoubtedly be. Without any of the carefulness she’d had in Alucard’s room, she swung open the door when she reached it. Indeed, she found her husband sprawled on the bed, twirling one of her necklaces in his hand.

“Put down my jewellery,” she snapped, softly closing the door despite her annoyance.

“Good evening to you too, Pansy,” Draco said with a dramatic sigh, reaching over to put the thin, silver chain on her bedside table. “Nothing like a proper greeting.”

“Hypocrite,” Pansy hissed, dropping herself down onto the bed as well. “I suppose you forgot our greeting – or lack thereof – at dinner?”

“Sorry about that,” Draco said lazily, not sounding sorry at all, “I had other things on my mind.”

“Well, so do I right now,” Pansy huffed snobbishly. She knew she sounded like an ungrateful housewife, but she felt like an ungrateful housewife, too. After her short visit at the Ministry, she’d been babysitting for two hours, feeling the walls close up around her. In a house as big as Malfoy Manor, that was saying something.

Draco merely rolled his eyes, not even bothering with a retort. Instead, he swiftly changed the subject. “I assume you want to see the lunar eclipse next week?” he asked, rolling over so he was facing her. “I’ll have to get the telescope from upstairs in the weekend.”

Though his air was rather dismissive and indifferent, like he didn’t care all that much, Pansy allowed herself to smile at him, though only for a split second. Under all that ice, he was offering to do her a favour, and she was definitely going to accept it.

“Yes,” she said, reaching over to briefly caress his cheek. “I’d like to see it.” She hadn’t forgotten about his refusal to tell her where he’d been, but that could wait until later. Like when he was less guarded and… relaxed.

Draco seemed to think she had forgotten, if that self-righteous smirk was anything to judge from. However, he didn’t give her a chance to comment on it, for he leaned over to kiss her, apparently thinking that her attention could be swayed that easily. Well, Pansy thought, allowing him to trail his tongue over her lips with tantalizing precision, maybe a little. He was quite a nice kisser, after all.

When a few breathless moments had gone, Pansy pushed him away a little. “I have to take a shower,” she said, knowing her eyes were glittering with amusement as he scowled. “Be right back.” Without looking back at him, she slipped from the bed and pulled a towel from the closet, walking straight into the bathroom. She heard a low growl coming from his direction, and stifling a surfacing giggle, she escaped through the door on the other side of the room.

Holding back what he wanted was one of her favourites to do on her ‘things that annoy Draco’ list, especially because it had such wide potential – she could hold back socks, kisses, words, anything. Doing a small dance in the middle of the bathroom as she undid her robes, she wondered how Draco could be a total pain in the arse one moment and a curious, intoxicating lover the next. She could call her husband a lot of things, but predictable wasn’t one of them.

Annoying, on the other hand… Pansy gritted her teeth as she kicked off her socks and stepped under the jets of water. She didn’t understand why he’d just left their children alone, after he had promised to take care of them. It wasn’t like she frequently asked him to do so – heck, she hardly ever did – yet this one time was too much? Why did he go away at that moment? Where did he go?

Turning the water temperature up, Pansy felt her temper rise. She was always caring for the boys, always – she just had to go to the Ministry today once. Draco had made it clear since Alucard’s birth that he did not want to babysit, and desperate for her baby’s wellbeing, she had agreed. She hated to admit it, truly hated it, because it made her feel like the worst mother in existence, but sometimes, she just wanted somebody to take Aiden and Alucard off her hands so she had some time alone.

A blinding rush of guilt lurched through her stomach, and suddenly the heat of the water reached scorching level. Gasping, she jumped away from the shower, her skin tingling. Don’t think about that, she told herself with closed eyes. Stop thinking about that. Taking a few deep breaths, she tried to redirect her thoughts, finally landing on Draco and how he would be feeling right now. Hopefully, highly frustrated.

Smiling somewhat weakly to herself, Pansy turned the shower off and grabbed her towel. While drying herself, she wondered what she’d do upon entering the master bedroom again. Did she actually need a plan? It would be a bit more daring to go in without thinking clearly… she didn’t feel like doing so, anyway. She wrapped the towel around her waist, stomach fluttering slightly. Who knew in what kind of state she would meet Draco? Again trying to hold down a laugh, she pushed the door open and tiptoed into the room. The fluffy carpet stuck to her still-wet feet as she crossed over to her closet, without looking around.

When she had reached her goal, she nonchalantly dropped the towel to the ground and started rummaging through her things. A nightgown, she needed to search for a nightgown. Feeling Draco’s presence behind her, her movements became more frantic, the butterflies in her stomach multiplying with each quiet step he took. She grasped a pool of white fabric, yearning for his touch on her skin. He was closing in on her now.

Once she felt that they were barely an inch apart, she trembled slightly, clutching the piece of clothing in her hands. His palms caressed her bare shoulders, and his arms slowly slipped around her body to grasp the nightgown she’d chosen. His breath was hot on her neck as he lowered his mouth to her ear, biting softly. He tossed the gown aside, almost carelessly, pressing his torso more firmly against her back.

“That won’t be necessary,” he breathed.

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“Can I put it on now?” was the first thing she asked afterwards.

“Put what on?” was his drowsy reply.

Pansy sighed, trailing her fingers over his back. “The nightgown.”

Draco growled softly, untangling his fingers from her hair to smooth it down. “No,” he said, a possessive gleam in his eyes, pronounced by the only candle in the room that was sitting on Draco’s nightstand.

She had a split second to examine it before his lips practically crushed down on hers, briefly eliminating every thought in her mind. However, she managed to push him away with a little determination and wriggle out from under him.

“Too bad I was just asking as a formality,” she told him with a grin, her gaze searching the floor for the white nightgown. Merlin knew which dark corner Draco had flung it to… She found it on the chair next to the bed, and turned the silk fabric over in her hands. Bought a few months ago. Never worn. With a sigh, she let it fall over her body, twirling around so it swished at her feet.

“You look better when you’re naked,” Draco commented bluntly, his head resting on his arms. He was hardly looking at her.

“I feel better when I’m dressed,” Pansy countered haughtily, running a hand trough her still-damp hair. It was also tangled: Draco’s doing. She grasped her wand from her own nightstand and tapped it on her head. With a small smile, she stared into the mirror on the wall. Better.

“You being so insecure and all,” Draco drawled, rolling over and stretching out over the length of the bed. “Well? Are you still getting in, or do I have to sleep alone tonight?” His ego seemed untouched by her previous comment, and Pansy rolled her eyes.

“Oh, darling, it almost sounds like you care.”

“I don’t,” he answered smarmily. “I was just feeling generous towards you. After all, you seemed to be waiting for it.” The raise of his eyebrows could just be seen in the semi-darkness. “Am I right, love?”

Scoffing, Pansy turned her back on the mirror and rolled into the bed again. “Here I am.” She took hold of his chin, forcing him to look at her. “We need to talk about something. Dear.”

Draco scowled and half-heartily tried to break her grip on his jaw. “About what?” he finally asked, closing his eyes with a dramatic sigh. “I’m tired.”

“Sure,” she muttered, narrowing her eyes. “Draco. You know what I’m talking about. Don’t be an idiot.”

His hand grasped hers, the one holding his face toward hers, and wrenched it away with some force. Reluctantly, Pansy held her arms to her chest. Her temper rose again when he then turned his back on her without as much as a grumble. She angrily pulled the blankets way from him, so his still-naked body was exposed to the air. With a surprised gasp, he turned around again, an indignant expression on his face.

“Give that back!” He roughly pulled them over himself, away from her, and Pansy responded with another vigorous tug. Draco furiously opened his mouth. “You hogger! Stop it, I want to sleep!”

“Not an option,” Pansy said, her arms trembling. Draco was much stronger. “And keep your voice down. You’re… waking… the… children!” With a twinge in her shoulder, she let go, pursing her lips in anger. “Draco, we need to talk!”

“Wrong. We don’t.”

He turned over so she was facing his back again, his frame rigid. With a sigh, Pansy shuffled closer, then tugged the bedclothes over herself and pushed Draco to the side so she was virtually in the middle of the bed. Draco grumbled, holding on to his part.

“You’re cutting it really fine, Pansy.”

“So are you,” she whispered, rolling over so they were facing away from each other. “Draco, where were you today? I was babysitting all afternoon, worried sick – I have the right to know.” She knew she was giving him an excuse to fire off about the children – she didn’t care. Any trace of the intimacy they’d shared mere minutes ago was gone, anyway.

“I thought you liked babysitting,” he lashed out indeed, his voice sounding tight. “That was the reason we kept Alucard, wasn’t it? You wanted to take care of him. Don’t start crying to me when it isn’t working out like you hoped it would.”

“Don’t,” she said, blinking a few times. “Don’t go there, Draco. Or you’ll wish you hadn’t.” She took a deep breath, knowing that her sadness and impatience could be heard in it. “Stop changing the subject! Where were you? Why did you leave the boys alone? You promised to take care of them, just that once! What was more important than them? What?” Her voice level was rising fast, and that was weak, weak, weak, but she couldn’t help it. She had to know.

“Pansy, look…” Draco’s voice trailed off with a sigh. “I – I left a house-elf with them, okay? They weren’t entirely alone. I just… forgot… to mention they had to keep track of Alucard too.” He tensed, and for good reason, because Pansy felt like hitting him. However, he was just opening up, and she didn’t interrupt it. When she kept silent, he continued. “I – I swear, I can’t tell you where I was! It – it – it would endanger our family.”

“Yes, because you care so much about our family,” Pansy couldn’t help snarling at him, clenching her hands to fists as she remembered her frantic search for Alucard that afternoon. “You forgot your own son, for Merlin’s sake! You’re never around, you hardly know how old your children are, what they’re doing, what I’m doing, you always have some mysterious appointments to go to, and you never ask if it’s a good time to go away… Yes, Draco, you are such a family man.” She caught her breath after her small rant, seeing red.

Draco hadn’t tried to interrupt her, and his grip on the blankets had relaxed. “I still can’t say,” he whispered, shifting away from her.

“Of course you can’t,” Pansy snapped, jumping at the bait. “You were off on a rendezvous with some old Death Eater, I bet.” She hoped that accusing him of something like that would get him to admit it was something else entirely, but his silence told her that her guess was quite accurate. A feeling of dread crept into her abdomen, which clenched in anxiety. “Draco?”

He kept silent, making Pansy’s eyes widen in fear. How could he be so stupid? What was he thinking, meeting up with ex-Death Eaters? Promising to never practise the Dark Arts again and cutting contact with a few choice old friends had kept him out of Azkaban, for goodness’ sake! Why did he risk throwing everything away? Why?

“You fool,” she hissed. “Thought nobody would notice a little Death Eater lunch, did you? Why’d you do it? Needed some thrill? The family life gets boring after some time, I suppose.” Her voice was dripping with icy sarcasm.

“No, Pansy,” Draco said quickly, and the blankets loosened even further as he moved to the edge of the bed. “Look – I – I can explain –”

Enraged, Pansy placed her foot against his arse, and with one good kick, Draco tumbled off the bed. He yelped as he hit the floor with a satisfyingly loud thud.

“Ow!” he exclaimed crossly. “What was that for, you madwoman, I’m just trying to – what’s so funny?”

Pansy hurriedly wiped at her eyes, holding her stomach as she howled with laughter. She’d been unable to contain the tension anymore, and when kicking Draco hadn’t lifted it, she’d just started laughing her heart out. She wasn’t happy, by any means, certainly not. Still, she couldn’t deny that hearing that thud had been really hilarious. After a few gasps, she mumbled, “Nothing. Nothing’s funny.”

Draco crawled into bed again, his movements uncertain, as if he was afraid she’d kick him again. “I suppose that’s why you’re crying with mirth?”

“Yes,” she whispered hoarsely, then held out her hand to him. “I’m cold,” she added.

“Your own fault,” he said gruffly, but neatly draped the blankets over her. They had fallen off the bed with him. Surprisingly, he huddled up next to her, and she comfortably leaned into his warmth, her amusement dying down and making place for fatigue. She could no longer bring up the energy to be angry with him. That was so annoying about Draco – she could never stay cross with him for long.

She felt, more then heard, him grumble. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not a bloody heater?”

“Always once more,” she murmured. The conversation was far from over. She would interrogate him about the whole thing later. That moment, though, she wanted sleep, not knowledge. She closed her eyes with a small breath. Draco had been right – their family was at stake. He had to cancel other appointments with this mystery Death Eater. Had to.

“You know,” Draco muttered before sleep claimed them both, “that nightgown does look pretty nice on you…”

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Author's Notes: Hopefully the next chapter will be up in about two weeks. :)

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