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Rating
Mature
Chapters
27
Words
40,633
Characters
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Pansy, OC
Primary Relationship
Secondary Relationship(s)
Draco/Pansy, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Draco/Hermione, Neville/Luna
Genre(s)
Mystery, Romance, Angst
Era
Post-Hogwarts
Advisory
Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme
Story Reviews
399
Status
Completed
First Published
2006-12-20 10:30am
Last Chapter
2007-06-03 5:59am
Last Updated
2007-08-25 7:30am

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Ch. # Chapter Title Word Count Reviews
1 First encounter?

“It’s amazing. I swear, I could run down a couple of their kids and everyone would still be all smiles and chuckles,” the man exclaims as he approaches me and extends his hand towards me, but I ignore it. The man seems surprised at that gesture of hostility and then looks me up and down. Still unimpressed I fold my arms before my chest. I didn’t have the chance to comb my hair this morning because we were late and I must look like a mess, but I really don’t care. Just as I turn to leave he takes hold of my arm.

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2 That was then, this is now

“Or we could do it my way and keep each other’s secrets."

Confused I turn around and stare at him.

“Each other’s secrets? What are you talking about? I don’t have a secret,” I retort confidently.

And he wraps his arms around my waist and in the middle of the street in full sight of all the parents and some accidental passers-by he kisses me passionately.

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3 Power, Craziness & Lies

“You rodent!” I bite at him, but he just smirks.

“Well, that’s not nice. But of course, you’ve never had an affair before, so you don’t know how to behave. For one, rodent isn’t a very nice nickname for your lover, dear. I think we should start with something as conventional as honey.”

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4 Messing with a mudblood

“Where’s Quentin at? I haven’t seen him all morning.”

“Ah Quentin, also known as the biggest mistake of my life,” says Draco sarcastically.

Pansy looks at Draco disgusted.

“What? It’s not like Quentin’s here,” he protest when he sees her look of disapproval.

“And it’s not like that would stop you.“

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5 And I'm telling you I'm not going

For a brief and very, very fleeting moment I had actually thought that Malfoy didn’t like the fact that I was crying. Not in a grumpy father’s reaction to his crying daughter, “I’m watching the telly and your crying is drowning out the sound. Shut your gob! Grow up!”, it felt more like a father who genuinely cares when his daughter is unhappy.

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6 Danger!

Somehow I can’t shake the feeling that someone is there, watching us. Determined to go home and get rid of this eerie stalker-vibe I open my mouth to bid Malfoy an icy farewell, but when I look at him I know something is horribly wrong. At first I think it’s my imagination when everything appears greener and brighter, but then Malfoy yanks me inside. Still wide-eyed he slams the door closed and locks it by turning the key already in the lock and it dawns on me that someone just tried to kill me or him or us both.

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7 Welcome to Rumourville

And as if we haven’t just escaped our seemingly inevitable deaths he casually glances at me, balances the wand and says, “So, do you want to get physical?”, with only the faintest hint of a joke in his voice.

Before I can pipe up and marvel at the ludicrousness of his remark I hear a distant *pop* coming from behind me.

“Drop your wand, Malfoy!”

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8 After all these years...

Weary I lie on the couch in the living room waiting for Ron to bring home Molly and William. Within a week my life has evolved into a horror film and I just don’t know how it happened. The kettle whistles and I get up. I pour the boiling water into a cup and then down the drain, because I realise I’m neither thirsty nor hungry. Nonetheless I take some biscuits from the tray and slump down in a chair close to the window. I stuff one of the tasteless biscuits in my mouth and chew slowly.

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9 A lot of Lovegood and a little Longbottom

Monday morning.
I wake up. I feel pretty good. Then there are problems. There’s a window where usually a wall is. I chalk it up to me still slumbering. Confused I stretch my arms above the blankets. A second problem occurs. It’s cold and it can’t be cold, because Ron hates the cold and always turns up the heat to frigging hot-level. Growing more confused I struggle to sit straight up and put my hands beside me on the mattress. Another problem arises. Our wallpaper isn’t bright yellow and this wallpaper is. Conclusion: I’m not in our house.

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10 Battle of the spouses

“He kissed my wife, so I’m going to use a curse on him. Not one of the Unforgivables, but pretty close.”

“Oh please! Draco wouldn’t touch Granger with a ten-foot pole!”

A short conversation on the porch to the home of the Mercers, also known as the Malfoys between Pansy and Ron ends here, because Ron shoves Pansy inside and searches the rooms.

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11 Too much, too soon

“I forgot to ask. That’s stupid, isn’t it? I went to his home to hurt him and when he wasn’t there I didn’t even ask where I could find him. I did opt to hurt his wife. Pansy provoked me of course,” Ron rambles and I feel he talks so much, because somehow he knows what I’m going to say and he doesn’t want to hear it.

“You hurt Pansy?” I ask incredulously.

“She poked me,” he defends himself and I give in, because in a few seconds I’m going to break his heart.

“You do hate to be poked. Did you tell her about…you know?”

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12 Rumourville revisited

“Hermione Granger, reporting for repair duty,” I say as he opens the door. I can tell he’s happy to see me, but also still angry and hurt. It’s weird to realise that something I’ve said has such an effect on him. Finally he motions with his head for me to come in and I do. He must have been doing something because his flannel shirt and jeans are splattered with green paint.

“I’m busy. What do you want?”

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13 It's not hell, it's just a date

“Will you please go out with me?” he asks and presents me with the bouquet.

“Yes, I’d like that,” I consent and then it dawns on me. What I’ve just done makes me an even bigger bitch, because I’ve given him a reason to hope. And why not, I think while I accept the bouquet. I could fall in love with him again. It has happened before, so why can’t it happen again?

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14 The end of all things

“Hmmm,” I grumble when I wake up. My mouth is dry and I reach for the glass of water I always keep on the nightstand, but it isn’t there. The palm of my hand lands on a warm, smooth surface. With my eyes closed I try to determine what it is and then my eyes flash open. I am stroking Draco’s chest! From utter amazement I holler.

“Relax, relax! I really don’t mind that you were trying to cop a feel,” Draco smirks.

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15 Boy meets girl

Amidst a busy playground where children are running around, chasing each other and screaming a lone boy sits on a swing. The swing is gently swaying. The boy seems engulfed in his own thoughts and though the swing is barely moving his fingers are wrapped tightly around the ropes as if he’s afraid he’s going to fall off and hurt himself. A girl comes closer and the boy isn’t aware of her presence until she addresses him.

“Hi, I’m Molly. What’s your name?”

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16 Opposites attract

Pansy starts to cry. As if he doesn’t quite now what she’s doing Draco observes her. Then to Pansy’s utter horror, he chuckles.

“How is this possible? There you are, crying, heartbroken. It’s all my fault. And what do I feel? I feel NOTHING. Absolutely nothing. How can that be? I’m not indifferent. I shouldn’t be,” Pansy ceases to cry and angry frowns form on her wet face,” I just don’t understand. Aren’t I supposed to…Oh, this is, this is how she feels. This is how Hermione feels about me,” Draco muses.

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17 What's love got to do with it?

“I’m ready."

“Ready for what?” he asks, expectantly. His stare is intense, he peers deep into my eyes were my feelings lie waiting for him to see.

“For us to start dating. I want to find out what is going on between us.”

“What a joke! Are you serious? You want to date me, now?”

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18 Stick it to the man

“Miss, you are wanted inside. The conference is about to commence,” he intones and then looks quizzically at all the patches of flattened snow around me.

“I like to mash snow,” is what I offer as an explanation while I catch my breath,” You know, I always knew black hair would look good on you.”

“Have we met before, Miss?”

“Don’t miss me, you miserable bastard! Do you think that just because you dyed your hair nobody would recognise you? Why are you even here?"

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19 Ask me to stay

“Okay, okay, Draco. You know what? You don't want to do this? Go away,” and since I can’t walk away in a huff, because my leg is stuck under a tree I just turn my head indignantly.

“Oh, that sounds like a fantastic plan. You’ll never get out and freeze to death. Just lean in as if you’re going to kiss me,” he suggests.

He moves behind the tree again, which is very good, because otherwise I would have punched him for the second time today and his nose still looks a little mangled from the first time.

“Excuse me?”

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20 When I knew

“I killed her,” is his opening.

It’s so sudden and unexpected, because despite the fact that him having killed Pansy was always a possibility, it was never more than that. I never actually thought he did it. My throat burns because I forget to swallow the hot beverage and ears spring to my eyes, because of the pain and because I’m trying really hard not to spray the entire room with it.

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21 Don't believe the truth

"Oh, do stop calling me that. It’s Ginny,” she answers and she forces herself to smile at him and not add ‘you fucking arrogant prick’. Harry is trying to read both of their faces, but finally gives up, because he’s tired. The whole evening has been like watching a ping pong match. Everything seemed fine at first, but suddenly Ginny’s attitude towards Cole had become hostile. Kudos to her for trying to hide it, however unsuccessfully, Harry thinks.

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22 Something is happening

“This better be a damn good explanation, Malfoy,” Ginny threatens before she lifts the Silence charm and Draco explains. He does a pretty great job of it and while I catch myself staring at him lovingly the expressions of the others aren’t quite so flattering. As soon as Draco finishes Harry puts his two cents worth in.

“That’s a very nice sob story. Too bad we’re not all as gullible or in love with you as Hermione is,” Harry mocks

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23 You never get what you want

“I’ve done something you should have done, before you hired Cole Donovan: a background check. Here are the results. Now fire him,” Minister for Magic Lindsay Warner is saying to Harry and I just stand by. Seriously, how could he not run a background check. It’s standard procedure. And now when Warner is asking him to do something completely reasonable, Harry looks conflicted, although I'm not sure why. She isn't asking Harry to assasinate Cole; she just wants him fired, which is perfectly understandable, since Cole is shifty and not very good at anything.

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24 Run redhead, run!

“Leave me alone!” Quentin screams, his face contorted with fury.

“I just thought you deserved to know your father had his reasons for leaving you,” I apologise.

“Leave me? For crying out loud! Another lie. When are you going to stop lying?” Quentin yells at Draco and he quivers over his whole body. Weary I look at Draco for answers, but he doesn’t pay attention to me. Cautious he walks closer to Quentin and puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. Quentin slaps it away.

“Don’t touch me. You’ve no right. You’re not my father.”

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25 Wounded hearts

“Who told you he is dating?”

“Ginny.”

“What did she say? Did she say it like that, that dad is dating?” Molly inquires intent on knowing every detail, though I don’t know why.

“She didn’t exactly say he is dating, she said he had female company over, but that’s good, right? We’ve been divorced for a long, long time now and this is the first time he has a girlfriend. I’m happy for him,” I ramble.

“Ha!”

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26 Everyone who pretended to like me is gone

"You’re so full of crap! Yes, everything you said is true, but you know damn well that you’re doing this simply because YOU DON’T LIKE HIM!” I yell in his face.

“Well, I don’t like Malfoy because of all those reasons!” Ron screams at me.

“That’s a fucking lie! You don’t like him because you still love me!”

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27 Light at the end of the tunnel

“You know, all those years you were preparing for your position as the new Dark Lord or to take over world domination or whatever the hell you were planning to do, you should have taken some time out for physical exercise. It makes all the difference. Although, not so much, really. Physically fit loser, unhealthy loser, you’re still a loser."

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