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Three Days and Counting
My Mate
Chapter 10: Three Days and Counting
November 20
5:48 pm
Severus burst through the front doors of the Manor without an announcement,
stopping in his tracks at the sight of Narcissa Eleanor Black Malfoy commanding
a legion of house elves as they scurried to and fro, weighed down with packages
of various shapes and sizes.
Great Merlin, the woman must have bought out a whole
department store by herself. She was clad in green robes, exquisitely
tailored to show off y cuy curve and attribute she had, which was considerably
less than he remembered.
His sharp gaze took in the dark circles underneath her eyes that
she hadn’t taken the time to conceal yet. Her hair, which had been a rich
honey gold during their school years, was now platinum and dull. Severus
recalled that when Lucius married her he made sure she dyed it the exactly
the color of his, which only served to turn her complexion pale.
The perfectly matched family. Severus wanted to gag.
They were well suited for each other. Lucius could have her; he
deserved a lying, betraying, bitch. The only Malfoy he could stand
was Draco.
The son that should have been his.
Abruptly, his thoughts turned to Virginia Weasley. That fool idiot girl
had run away from Flitwick and disappeared from Hogwarts. Granted,
he actually liked her (she could be sneaky with the best of Slytherins)
but she still had that damnable Gryffindor impulsiveness that irritated
the hell out of him. It took him an hour to track her down to
Bradley Griffith’s apartment.
From the doctor’s description of the events leading up
to her departure, Severus reasoned Malfoy Manor was a likely destination.
He just hoped she hadn’t barreled straight into Lucius’ clutches with her
headstrong tendencies.
Since when had he been relegated to playing a nursemaid?
Severus sighed. If Draco had done what he thought he had done,
the littlest Weasley would not be happy. Neither would the young wizard
endear himself to the witch in question. The boy seriously needed
some guidance.
He only hoped she hadn’t antagonized him too much.
If Draco’s veela instincts were as far along as he thought, he would
be a veritable powder keg waiting to blow. And while Veela’s would
never really harm their mate, they were bent toward rough,
dominating physical contact.
All of his ruminating, though, vanished the moment
he saw her. It took Narcissa a moment to notice him and when
she did, her entire body froze as if she were made of ice, the blood
draining from her skin. Her hands started to tremble and the
emerald eyes were large and luminescent, radiating an emotion
he couldn’t define.
With great effort he managed to string a sentence together.
“Was she here?” Without moving and without taking her eyes off him,
she said,
“Yes, but she’s safe. Draco took her.”
“You think that’s safe?”
“Safe enough. He won’t harm her. I couldn’t say
anything about intimidation, though.” Narcissa’s voice was faint
and her mind seemed to be elsewhere, as Severus became
increasingly uneasy under her gaze.
Abruptly, she pulled out of her trance and glanced at the clock.
Oh God, Lucius could be back any moment! He can’t find Severus here.
“You have to leave now!”
Without a word, he whirled in a swirl of black.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
November 21
9:32 am
Ginny stared at hickey on her neck in the mirror for
the second time in as many weeks. It was darker than the first, and
just as big. He hadn’t drawn blood or anything, though it had certainly
felt like it at the time. She still tingled with a warmth that permeated her body…
Why the hell, wasn’t she more furious than she was?
The man had caller aer a whore, and bit her on the neck while he
was manhandling her, and put a Lovers Loyalty spell on her and
she wasn’t pacing the floors, concocting a plan to fight back?
What was wrong with her?
Why am I desiring him? Why, why, why, why??? I must be sick, or insane.
Had he put another spell on her, or drugged her
pumpkin juice? No, she hadn’t drank anything while she was with him.
Her mind was still foggy and she was having trouble shaking it.
Once she did, though, Look Out Draco Malfoy. Virginia Ann Weasley
was a force to be reckoned with.
She’d spent an hour after Draco left arguing and raging
at Dumbledore and McGonagall. In the end, Ginny had been so tired,
she simply went to bed. The two professors had listened patiently and
then insisted on discussing everything in the morning after breakfast.
Ginny was heading down there, but this time, she wasn’t going to forget
to use a concealing charm on her hickey.
She felt confused, bewildered, angry, and….and she didn’t
know what else. Remanants of desire still lingered and his half naked
body was practically imprinted on her retinas. Anger at his callous
manhandling fought for dominance with the feeling of his hands and
mouth and body against hers.
Uttering, a frustrated cry, Ginny ripped at the curtains
and opened the window.
It was time to owl Michelle. She needed help and pronto!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
November 21
10:25 am
Michelle waddled into the kitchen to fix some tea for
Ron and Hermione. They had stopped over to visit before they
headed over to the Burrow for dinner with the family. Harry got
held up with a meeting at the Ministry, so the other two had gone
on without him.
“Need any help, Michelle?” Hermione offered.
“No, thank you, I’m doing fine.” She pulled out a set
of teacups. “How are things at the Ministry, Ron?” Michelle made
her way back into the living room and started pouring.
“Actually, I was going to make an announcement at the
family dinner tonight, but since you two won’t be there…”
“We’ve had these tickets for three months now, and
Chelle’s been wanting to see her family before our son is born.”
Bill interjected.
“Or daughter.” Said Michelle, with a grin. Bill was
positive that the baby would be a boy. Neither had wanted to
know the gender beforehand and Bill refused to call it anything but a son.
“I know.” Ron scowled. “Let me finish. As I was saying,
since you won’t be there, I’ll tell you now. I’m quitting the Aurorers.”
“What? How come?” Bill straightened in his chair, frowning.
“Because I’ve been doing it for almost five years now
and things have settled down enough that it’s not necessary.
The only reason I became an Aurorer was because of Voldemort.”
Only Michelle noticed the way Hermione stiffened, her face carefully blank.
She had made small fists, halfway hidden beneath her robes.
“The Chudley Cannons have offered me the keeper
position and I’ve accepted.”
“No!” Bill exclaimed.
“That’s wonderful, Ron!” Michelle said, keeping an
eye on the younger witch, but giving her brother-in-law a smile.
“It will be nice to be able to do something that I want
for a change.” Ron and Bill launched into a discussion of the team,
the players, and the coaches, while Hermione and Michelle nibbled
on some tarts fresh from the oven.
Eventually, Hermione regained enough control over her emotions to
rejoin the conversation, though noticeably more restrained than normal.
The two men were still oblivious to her turmoil. They all chatted a while.
Michelle was wrapped in Bill’s arms on the sofa and he rubbed her swollen
belly protectively.
A little bit later, Michelle got up to get some more tarts, not noticing
the small grey owl that landed on the chair next to Ron, who in turn,
took the small parchment and unrolled it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Flashback*
November 20
6:35 pm
Narcissa hadn’t moved from the foyer, her eyes still staring
out the door, long after the man himself had vanished. Draco was right.
She was dying, but simply taking her away from Lucius wouldn’t stop it.
Nothing short of a miracle would, and the likelihood of Narcissa Malfoy
being gifted with a miracle was practically nil.
Much as she loved Draco, much as she wanted to stay alive
for him and Virginia, whatever grandchildren she might have, Narcissa
didn’t think she could do it. A wistful, ghost of a smile crossed her lips.
Virginia Weasley. The absolute perfection of it made her thrill
with hope for her son. If ever there was someone who could handle Draco,
it would be that little red-haired witch.
Fire and ice. She’d melt the ice around his heart and wouldn’t
put up with his arrogance and reserve. Yes, Virginia Weasley would make
her son live again, like he’d never really been able to do.
House elves were still scurrying around with packages.
Packages she had purposefully bought to make it look like she had
no ideas of leaving Lucius. After all, why would a woman go out and
buy out a store the day before she disappears, not even getting a
chance to wear or use any of it?
She had perfected her masquerade over the twenty-odd
years she’d been married to Lucius and while she hated pretending
to have nothing more on her mind than fashion, and parties, and
meeting the “right” people to enhance their social standing, it was
a necessary evil.
It was infinitely better to have Lucius think she was an empty
headed socialite, than an intelligent, scheming mother. It was easier
to keep her secrets safe. Especially one. The most important one.
Perhaps, if everything went right, Narcissa would be able to die,
free from the prison she had found herself in, bound by the accursed ring,
and the threat to her son. That’s all she wanted.
To be free again.
The shock of seeing Severus again had left her weak and
drained, not to mention the willpower to chain and shackle her impetuosity.
He would never forgive her, and she really couldn’t blame him.
They had been doomed from the start.
Slowly, gathering what strength she had left, Narcissa
headed up the stairs. A low voice halted her feet and sent chills
down her spine, her heart seizing with pure fear.
“Perhaps my dear, you could tell me what it is you were
hiding from me. And also why my wards just happened to be down when I left.”
Narcissa turned to face her husband who was stalking
towards her, murder evident on his handsome, but ruthless face.
“I have no idea what you mean, Lucius.”
“Then perhaps I’ll have to jolt your memory. Narcissssa.”
His tone was deadly and she wondered, as his shadow fell over her,
if perhaps she wouldn’t have to wait for her health to deteriorate to die.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know there wasn’t much D/G action in this chapter, but there will be soon enough. Miracle of all miracles, I actually have Chapter 11 and 12 almost done. I hao ado add some scenes and polish them up. In the next chapter there will be a NEW character introductioDracDraco and Ginny will spend some more time together in Chapters 12 and 13.
Now to clarify a few things:
1. This will NEVER EVER be a “rape” fic. I had a couple people with concerns and I want to make sure everyone is clear on this point.
2. Draco did not draw blood, he is not a vampire. Yes, chapter 9 was a little rough, but you don’t have to worry that anything too violent will happen.
3. There will be NO slash iis, is, major or minor characters.
4. Ginny is NOdoordoormat, and there are reasons for her behavior that will be explained soon.
5. I recently added bold Day/Times at the beginning of each scene. I went back and included them in Chapter 9 as well in case you are confused about when things occurred. I haven’t checked yet to make sure they stayed bold, but does anyone know how to keep words italicized when you upload it? I’ve tried, but it doesn’t come out that way.
Thanks to all for reading and reviewing. I’m happy to answer questions or concerns, so don’t hesitate to e-mail me or review. The next chapter should be up in a day or two. You all are wonderful. Enjoy and have a great day!
Chapter 10: Three Days and Counting
November 20
5:48 pm
Severus burst through the front doors of the Manor without an announcement,
stopping in his tracks at the sight of Narcissa Eleanor Black Malfoy commanding
a legion of house elves as they scurried to and fro, weighed down with packages
of various shapes and sizes.
Great Merlin, the woman must have bought out a whole
department store by herself. She was clad in green robes, exquisitely
tailored to show off y cuy curve and attribute she had, which was considerably
less than he remembered.
His sharp gaze took in the dark circles underneath her eyes that
she hadn’t taken the time to conceal yet. Her hair, which had been a rich
honey gold during their school years, was now platinum and dull. Severus
recalled that when Lucius married her he made sure she dyed it the exactly
the color of his, which only served to turn her complexion pale.
The perfectly matched family. Severus wanted to gag.
They were well suited for each other. Lucius could have her; he
deserved a lying, betraying, bitch. The only Malfoy he could stand
was Draco.
The son that should have been his.
Abruptly, his thoughts turned to Virginia Weasley. That fool idiot girl
had run away from Flitwick and disappeared from Hogwarts. Granted,
he actually liked her (she could be sneaky with the best of Slytherins)
but she still had that damnable Gryffindor impulsiveness that irritated
the hell out of him. It took him an hour to track her down to
Bradley Griffith’s apartment.
From the doctor’s description of the events leading up
to her departure, Severus reasoned Malfoy Manor was a likely destination.
He just hoped she hadn’t barreled straight into Lucius’ clutches with her
headstrong tendencies.
Since when had he been relegated to playing a nursemaid?
Severus sighed. If Draco had done what he thought he had done,
the littlest Weasley would not be happy. Neither would the young wizard
endear himself to the witch in question. The boy seriously needed
some guidance.
He only hoped she hadn’t antagonized him too much.
If Draco’s veela instincts were as far along as he thought, he would
be a veritable powder keg waiting to blow. And while Veela’s would
never really harm their mate, they were bent toward rough,
dominating physical contact.
All of his ruminating, though, vanished the moment
he saw her. It took Narcissa a moment to notice him and when
she did, her entire body froze as if she were made of ice, the blood
draining from her skin. Her hands started to tremble and the
emerald eyes were large and luminescent, radiating an emotion
he couldn’t define.
With great effort he managed to string a sentence together.
“Was she here?” Without moving and without taking her eyes off him,
she said,
“Yes, but she’s safe. Draco took her.”
“You think that’s safe?”
“Safe enough. He won’t harm her. I couldn’t say
anything about intimidation, though.” Narcissa’s voice was faint
and her mind seemed to be elsewhere, as Severus became
increasingly uneasy under her gaze.
Abruptly, she pulled out of her trance and glanced at the clock.
Oh God, Lucius could be back any moment! He can’t find Severus here.
“You have to leave now!”
Without a word, he whirled in a swirl of black.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
November 21
9:32 am
Ginny stared at hickey on her neck in the mirror for
the second time in as many weeks. It was darker than the first, and
just as big. He hadn’t drawn blood or anything, though it had certainly
felt like it at the time. She still tingled with a warmth that permeated her body…
Why the hell, wasn’t she more furious than she was?
The man had caller aer a whore, and bit her on the neck while he
was manhandling her, and put a Lovers Loyalty spell on her and
she wasn’t pacing the floors, concocting a plan to fight back?
What was wrong with her?
Why am I desiring him? Why, why, why, why??? I must be sick, or insane.
Had he put another spell on her, or drugged her
pumpkin juice? No, she hadn’t drank anything while she was with him.
Her mind was still foggy and she was having trouble shaking it.
Once she did, though, Look Out Draco Malfoy. Virginia Ann Weasley
was a force to be reckoned with.
She’d spent an hour after Draco left arguing and raging
at Dumbledore and McGonagall. In the end, Ginny had been so tired,
she simply went to bed. The two professors had listened patiently and
then insisted on discussing everything in the morning after breakfast.
Ginny was heading down there, but this time, she wasn’t going to forget
to use a concealing charm on her hickey.
She felt confused, bewildered, angry, and….and she didn’t
know what else. Remanants of desire still lingered and his half naked
body was practically imprinted on her retinas. Anger at his callous
manhandling fought for dominance with the feeling of his hands and
mouth and body against hers.
Uttering, a frustrated cry, Ginny ripped at the curtains
and opened the window.
It was time to owl Michelle. She needed help and pronto!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
November 21
10:25 am
Michelle waddled into the kitchen to fix some tea for
Ron and Hermione. They had stopped over to visit before they
headed over to the Burrow for dinner with the family. Harry got
held up with a meeting at the Ministry, so the other two had gone
on without him.
“Need any help, Michelle?” Hermione offered.
“No, thank you, I’m doing fine.” She pulled out a set
of teacups. “How are things at the Ministry, Ron?” Michelle made
her way back into the living room and started pouring.
“Actually, I was going to make an announcement at the
family dinner tonight, but since you two won’t be there…”
“We’ve had these tickets for three months now, and
Chelle’s been wanting to see her family before our son is born.”
Bill interjected.
“Or daughter.” Said Michelle, with a grin. Bill was
positive that the baby would be a boy. Neither had wanted to
know the gender beforehand and Bill refused to call it anything but a son.
“I know.” Ron scowled. “Let me finish. As I was saying,
since you won’t be there, I’ll tell you now. I’m quitting the Aurorers.”
“What? How come?” Bill straightened in his chair, frowning.
“Because I’ve been doing it for almost five years now
and things have settled down enough that it’s not necessary.
The only reason I became an Aurorer was because of Voldemort.”
Only Michelle noticed the way Hermione stiffened, her face carefully blank.
She had made small fists, halfway hidden beneath her robes.
“The Chudley Cannons have offered me the keeper
position and I’ve accepted.”
“No!” Bill exclaimed.
“That’s wonderful, Ron!” Michelle said, keeping an
eye on the younger witch, but giving her brother-in-law a smile.
“It will be nice to be able to do something that I want
for a change.” Ron and Bill launched into a discussion of the team,
the players, and the coaches, while Hermione and Michelle nibbled
on some tarts fresh from the oven.
Eventually, Hermione regained enough control over her emotions to
rejoin the conversation, though noticeably more restrained than normal.
The two men were still oblivious to her turmoil. They all chatted a while.
Michelle was wrapped in Bill’s arms on the sofa and he rubbed her swollen
belly protectively.
A little bit later, Michelle got up to get some more tarts, not noticing
the small grey owl that landed on the chair next to Ron, who in turn,
took the small parchment and unrolled it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Flashback*
November 20
6:35 pm
Narcissa hadn’t moved from the foyer, her eyes still staring
out the door, long after the man himself had vanished. Draco was right.
She was dying, but simply taking her away from Lucius wouldn’t stop it.
Nothing short of a miracle would, and the likelihood of Narcissa Malfoy
being gifted with a miracle was practically nil.
Much as she loved Draco, much as she wanted to stay alive
for him and Virginia, whatever grandchildren she might have, Narcissa
didn’t think she could do it. A wistful, ghost of a smile crossed her lips.
Virginia Weasley. The absolute perfection of it made her thrill
with hope for her son. If ever there was someone who could handle Draco,
it would be that little red-haired witch.
Fire and ice. She’d melt the ice around his heart and wouldn’t
put up with his arrogance and reserve. Yes, Virginia Weasley would make
her son live again, like he’d never really been able to do.
House elves were still scurrying around with packages.
Packages she had purposefully bought to make it look like she had
no ideas of leaving Lucius. After all, why would a woman go out and
buy out a store the day before she disappears, not even getting a
chance to wear or use any of it?
She had perfected her masquerade over the twenty-odd
years she’d been married to Lucius and while she hated pretending
to have nothing more on her mind than fashion, and parties, and
meeting the “right” people to enhance their social standing, it was
a necessary evil.
It was infinitely better to have Lucius think she was an empty
headed socialite, than an intelligent, scheming mother. It was easier
to keep her secrets safe. Especially one. The most important one.
Perhaps, if everything went right, Narcissa would be able to die,
free from the prison she had found herself in, bound by the accursed ring,
and the threat to her son. That’s all she wanted.
To be free again.
The shock of seeing Severus again had left her weak and
drained, not to mention the willpower to chain and shackle her impetuosity.
He would never forgive her, and she really couldn’t blame him.
They had been doomed from the start.
Slowly, gathering what strength she had left, Narcissa
headed up the stairs. A low voice halted her feet and sent chills
down her spine, her heart seizing with pure fear.
“Perhaps my dear, you could tell me what it is you were
hiding from me. And also why my wards just happened to be down when I left.”
Narcissa turned to face her husband who was stalking
towards her, murder evident on his handsome, but ruthless face.
“I have no idea what you mean, Lucius.”
“Then perhaps I’ll have to jolt your memory. Narcissssa.”
His tone was deadly and she wondered, as his shadow fell over her,
if perhaps she wouldn’t have to wait for her health to deteriorate to die.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know there wasn’t much D/G action in this chapter, but there will be soon enough. Miracle of all miracles, I actually have Chapter 11 and 12 almost done. I hao ado add some scenes and polish them up. In the next chapter there will be a NEW character introductioDracDraco and Ginny will spend some more time together in Chapters 12 and 13.
Now to clarify a few things:
1. This will NEVER EVER be a “rape” fic. I had a couple people with concerns and I want to make sure everyone is clear on this point.
2. Draco did not draw blood, he is not a vampire. Yes, chapter 9 was a little rough, but you don’t have to worry that anything too violent will happen.
3. There will be NO slash iis, is, major or minor characters.
4. Ginny is NOdoordoormat, and there are reasons for her behavior that will be explained soon.
5. I recently added bold Day/Times at the beginning of each scene. I went back and included them in Chapter 9 as well in case you are confused about when things occurred. I haven’t checked yet to make sure they stayed bold, but does anyone know how to keep words italicized when you upload it? I’ve tried, but it doesn’t come out that way.
Thanks to all for reading and reviewing. I’m happy to answer questions or concerns, so don’t hesitate to e-mail me or review. The next chapter should be up in a day or two. You all are wonderful. Enjoy and have a great day!