Love is Worth Forgiving For

The Dream







Chapter Two-The Child

 

 

ary-ary- It has been about eight months and no one
has heard from Hermione, and it seems as though no one misses her. Harry and Ron have each been married since
school let out and they still bear a grudge for their old friend. Hermione is leading another life, away from
the man who used her and broke her heart, and has a terrible secret. Draco Malfoy is the present heir to the
Malfoy fortune and is unhappily married to Pansy Parkinson Malfoy. He still has haunting dreams of another
love. Around eight months after
graduation, Pansy and Draco come across something extraordinary, which links
them to the last person they had in mind.

 

 

Pairing- Ron Wesley and Lavender Brown Weasley, Harry
Potter and Parvati Patil Potter, and at the beginning- Draco Malfoy and Pansy
Parkinson Malfoy, but sub to to change.

 

Spoilers-

Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone,

Harry Potter and
the Chamber of Secrets,

Harry Potter and
the Prisoner of Azkaban,

Harry Potter and
the Goblet of Fire.

 

Disclaimer-I do not claim to own any of the characters
from the Harry Potter series. They all
belong to Ms. Rowling. Don’t sue, I have
a disclaimer and I’m not afraid to use it!

 

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&nbs
Pr
Previously- “Father! Are you implying that I may have feelings
for this- this mudblood trash?” Draco
said with his own trademark sneer, in hopes of sounding completely and utterly
disgusted. “She is nothing more than a
good fuck. A very good fuck. I will
marry Pansy when you wish me to father, just as we had planned for years.”
”Very well.” Lucius said,
satisfied. He was the one, after all,
who told Draco to take care of his Manly urges whenever he needed to. “You both may leave.” Draco sighed, but turned away in shame from
his father and Hermione as the swirling started once more, but not before he
saw crystal tears starting to overflow in Hermione’s beautiful golden eyes.

 

Eight months later,
Draco Malfoy awakened, lying beside his wife, Pansy Parkinson, from a dream
that has been haunting him since the day he and Hermione Granger shared their
last kiss.

 

 

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I need you tonight
I need you right now
I know deep within my heart
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right

All those endless times we tried to make it last forever more
And baby I know
I need you
I know deep within my hear
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right
I really need you, oh
I need you tonight - I need you, oh I need you baby
I need you right now - It's gotta be this, it's gotta be this
I know deep within my heart
No, it doesn't matter if it's wrong or it's right
All I know is baby
I really need you tonight

-I need you, Backstreet Boys

 

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Draco was often haunted by these repetative dreams. Of couse no one but he knew, it still killed
the 19 year old man, who had to grow up much faster then a normal boy.

 

Nearly eight months now, he had been married to Pansy
Parkinson, now Pansy Malfoy. He hasn’t
spoken to Hermione since that day. Not
too many people have. When word leaked
out that she has slept with the Slytherin Prince, the Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs,
and Gryffindor all turned their backs on her.
Harry and Ron, feeling hurt and betrayed, did they same. Acknowledging her with a nod now and
then. After graduation no one knew where
she had disappeared to, most people suspected she had just run off. Her parents
had died in a car accident, right before graduation as well. They left Hermione
a good sum of money, more like a small fortune.
Hermione sold the house she had grown up in and completely disappeared.
Maybe just ran away and hadn’t bothered to look back.

 

Harry Potter married his Hogwarts sweetheart, Parvati Patil,
and ironically, Ron Weasley married his sweetheart, and Parvati’s best friend,
Lavender Brown.

 

Draco still hated Harry and Ron with a passion, he seethed
at the very mention of their names, but not for the reason one would expect.

 

Harry and Ron had something that Draco had only experienced
once in his miserable lifetime, and it was only a short period of time. Harry and Ron had happiness.

 

“I wonder if they even
miss her, think of her, still love her, the way I do.” Malfoy thought bitterly. Toying with a very
fine ring on his finger. It was in the
shape of a very majestic coiled serpent that had emerald jewels in its eyes,
and was encrusted with rubies around the circumferen Dra Draco bought this one and one other, the
other, of course, resides on Hermione’s finger.
Draco often played with the ring when he was upset any lonely, which was
often. He wonderd if Hermione still wore hers, of even if she still had
it. He would stare at the emerald eyes,
as though mesmerized. He could recall
all the moments he had shared with Hermione by staring into the depths of the
green jewels. Draco wondered if Harry and
Ron even know how to love, if they had just simply turned their back on their
friend who needed them. Both Parvati
and Lavender where large with pregnancy.
Ron and Harry didn’t waste anytime.


 

Draco sighed. The
Malfoy house was not a happy one. Although
it was never a real home, as of late it had been a downright misery hole. It had just been discovered by the private
Malfoy family doctor that, although Pansy had a pure name and plenty of money,
it does not help the fertility of a woman.
She and Draco have been trying to produce an heir to please Lucius, but
after several miscarriges, they where quickly giving up hope . Lucius was furious of course, Malfoy woman
had one porpoise, and Pansy had failed hers.
Although Draco did not love his wife, he still cared for her, and feared
for her safety, or even her life.

 

Draco’s life too, had changed drastically since his
mischievous days at Hogwarts. He was a
man whom his father finally respected and he, along with Pansy, lived with
Draco’s parents in the vast Malfoy Manor.
Draco now worked in the Control of Magical Misuse Department. He, with help and influence from his father,
was already head of department and making millions of gallions in a short
period of time. More money to add to the
Malfoy fortune.

 

Harry had gone on to play Quiddich for England,
but Ron decided he wanted to follow his father into the ministry. Ron was rapidly climbing to the head of his
department, Muggle Interactions.

 

Ron and Draco see each other from time to time, giving each
other a curt nod and a forced smirk. Ron
hadn’t forgiven Draco for seducing his best friend, and Draco hadn’t forgiven
him for turning his back on her. they
where on the same speaking terms with each other and they where with
Hermione-none. Draco sighed again as he
dressed for his and Pansy’s morning walk.
It was his mothers’ orders, and although she was the woman of the house,
Draco respected his mother a lot more then he did his father. He thought ahead to what the future was to
bring him, but all he could see where various dinners partied and meaningless
social gatherings, with Pansy at his side.
He wished he where dead.

 

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She wished she where
dead. A woman in tattered robes of deep
midnight blue was half walking, half running through a very dark forest. It must have been close to three in the
morning, but she didn’t care. She held a
small baby to her chest, trying to subdue its wailing. The woman stumbled through the bramble,
blinded by the darkness that seemed to engulf her at all sides until she came
to a clearing.

The mood was shinning
through the sparse trees of the small clearing as the woman took one last look
at her small child, who was wrapped up in crimson velvet and still crying
loudly. She thought she could just kill the bastard child, but she already
loved her. She could bear the memories
that came along with her though, so she reasoned that perhaps someone kind
would find the small baby, and the woman would never be the wiser. She uttered a small tormented sob as she lied
the child down on a soft tuft of grass under a willow tree, then she ran, never
looking back.

 

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“Draco! What’s that?”
Draco snapped out of his daydream at the sound of Pansy’s shrill
voice. “What?” HE said irritably, longing to escape back
into the solitude of his mind. “I hear
crying! A baby’s crying!” “Don’t be
ridiculous, Pansy.” Draco said, feeling
more and more annoyed by the moment.
Then he heard a delighted squeal.
“Dracky! It is a baby!” “What?”
Draco said, disbelieving. “A baby
Draco!” Pansy, who was crouched down
under a willow tree straightened up, and in her arms was a beautiful baby. The small child was undoubtly very young. No more then a week old judging by her
size. She had extraordinary hair, a
sleek, silver blonde, resembling Dracos so much that it was uncanny, but it was
her eyes that where truly mesmerizing.
The baby had full pink lips, which it was using right now to let out a
very high pitched wail, it was so haunting, it reminded Draco of his dreams,
and he turned away from Pansy and the baby in her arms. Pansy was cooing at the
small infant, who was ped ped up in a very heavy, almost blood red
blanket. “Pansy!” Draco hissed.
“Put it down! It’s not yours! It’s not like a cat you can just pick up
off the street!” Draco looked around
nervously. “Draco, she’s alone.” Pansy said in a quiet voice, which was most
unlike her. Draco had never heard her
have a voice so full of emotion, and he softened. “Draco, look at her.” “How do you know it’s a her?” “Just look!”
Before Draco could stop her, Pansy had thrust the bundle of baby and
blanket into his arms. Draco tried to
protest, but as soon at he felt the warmth of the small child, he shivered; a
shock of emotion coursed though him. He
looked down at the small being and immediately his heart of ice melted. Just like that. He looked into her eyes and the infant looked
into his. She immediately stopped
crying.

 

“What is it about her? There’s something familiar about
her.” Draco was staring into the depth
of the golden eyes. There was something
so pure, so good, and undoubtedly familiar.
“Impossible.” And Draco dismissed the idea.

 

“Draco?” Pansy said
cautiously. “Mmm?”Draco replied, still
mesmerized. “May we? May we keep her? As
our own? No one need know I was never
pregnant! Look! Her hair matches your
own! It was as though someone wanted us to find her and make us happy! We could
make her happy! She can be our little girl!
We will have the doctor make sure she is pure and if she is-” Draco put a hand up to silence her. “Listen Pansy, I don’t know about this, but
you’re right, we will inform the Doctor, if she is to grow up a witch, she will
be ours, we will lie and say you have been covering a pregnancy do to your ego,
you did now want to be fat. But if she is a muggle, she comes back here,
without an argument, to this very spot, understood?” Draco said this all very firmly, but he still
couldn’t tear his eyes away from the eyes of the child in his arms.

 

“She is purely magic.”
The Doctor confirmed to a tense parlor of Malfoys. Draco and Pansy let out a deep sigh or
relief, even Narciccia looked happy.
Lucius stood abruptly and handed the tall doctor a large sack of
gold. “This should be enough for your
service, and, of course, you silence I presume?” Lucius asked it as a question, but everyone
could tell by the look in his eyes that it was meant to be a statement. The doctor smiled and gave thild ild back
into Dracos willing arms, then, saying good day, he left quickly.

 

Pansy and Draco smiled at one another, and for the first
time in monthracoraco was happy. “What
will we be naming this child Draco?”
Lucius’s voice interrupted Draco’s happy state. “Nicole.”
Pansy said quickly. “No.” Draco replied coldly. “I already have a name.” Three pairs of surprised eyes looked at
Draco, who was staring at the baby in his arms.
“Well then?” Lucius said
impatiently. “Juliet.” Draco said softly. “Juliet Nicole Malfoy.” “Oh what a lovely name!” Narcissia exclaimed. “Oh! Pansy dear! We simply must visit Diagon
ally for Juliet’s things! She must have
the best! She is officially a Malfoy now.”
For once, the spirits where high in Malfoy Manor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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