A Piece of Forever

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Chapter Three:

Two months ago, Draco made the biggest mistake of his life.

It was a Friday night and he had come home after a date with Hermione- dinner and then a walk at the beach.

He went to Pitchfork at ten at night, where it was already bursting with youngsters, gyrating to the beat of the music that was blasting out of speakers, so loud it was as though the whole place was shaking.

He ordered some vodka and sat down, drinking glass after glass, enjoying the way the drink felt burning its way down his throat.

At around midnight, a pretty brunette appeared next to him, beaming and introduced herself. She was Alyssa Guinevere. She was dressed in a skimpy red dress that left little to the imagination. What was most captivating about her was her eyes- big, sparkling and the bluest blue Draco had ever seen.

Draco was slightly tipsy from all the vodka and all he knew was that a hot chick was bent over him, giggling girlishly and asking him for a dance.

He was pulled onto the dance floor and Alyssa danced around him with confident grace, laughing as Draco spun her around.

She bought him another shot of vodka and he drank up…
Next thing he knew, he was awake with one hell of a hangover.

He blinked and sat up. He was naked and there was a warm body next to him. He yelped and rolled off the bed. He quickly pulled on his clothes that had been tossed carelessly to one side.

A woman was seeping soundlessly on the other side of the bed, without a stitch of clothing on. He closed his eyes, thinking that it was a nightmare. When he opened them again, he was forced to admit that it was not a dream.

Where was he? His eyes fell on the small pad of paper on the nightstand, next to a quill. The name of a hotel leapt out at him from the paper, answering his question.

He breathed deeply and suddenly noticed that the room was reeking of sex. He felt like throwing up.

He had slept with her. He had slept with this woman whom he had known only the day before. What the fuck was her name?

He sifted through his vague memory of the night before- he was drinking and she had come over, smiling brightly and she had said “I’m Alyssa Guinevere.”

Oh fuck, Draco thought, sinking into a chair, rubbing his temples and squeezing his eyes shut. If it had been any other girl, he would have paid her into silence but this was the only daughter of the Guineveres. The Guineveres were one of the pureblood families, formerly of France but had returned to London where they were actually from.

There was no way he could get out of this. He had slept with her and now he was going to pay. He had no intention of having sex with her. How it had ended up like that, he had no clue.

Shit, he should have listened to Hermione and stayed far, far away from alcohol.

Hermione.

His eyes flew open in horror.

Merlin, what about Hermione? A strangled groan escaped his throat.

He forced the sight of a fuming Hermione and tried to think of a good way to get out of this sticky mess. The only thing that came to mind was a picture of a heart-broken Hermione and that made him feel even worse.

The best thing to do, he concluded after a few moments was to get the hell out of there as fast as possible. So he grabbed his wand, his coat and was about to head out of the door when he held back.

He owed Alyssa an explanation at least.

It wasn’t her fault that he was drunk and ended up bedding her.

He scrawled a note on some paper, saying he had things to do and had left first, and then he let himself out.

Once he was out of the room, he apparated with a pop back home, to crawl into bed with a massive headache, which was both from the hangover and the big mess he had just gotten himself into.

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Draco walked Alyssa to the door, instructed to do so by his father.

“Bye, Draco. Thanks for having me over. Please tell your mother that dinner was delicious,” Alyssa smiled up at him as he handed her coat that Hattie the house elf had passed to him back to her.

She shrugged the coat on and waited for him to open the door.

“It was a pleasure having you over,” Draco said stiffly and Alyssa’s smile grew wider.

“It was mine as well,” she said sweetly, standing on her toes and kissing him lightly on his lips.

Draco’s eyes went wide and his entire body froze as her lips grazed his.

“Bye, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” Alyssa said, stepping out into the cold and then almost immediately into the warmth of her coach.

Tomorrow? Draco thought, watching her coach lift off the ground, pulled by twelve winged horses soaring towards the sky.

“Lovely girl, isn’t she?” Lucius remarked, appearing as Draco shut the door. “I invited her over for lunch tomorrow. She would make a perfect wife. You made a good choice by sleeping with her,” Lucius smirked at his son.

Draco nodded numbly.

Lucius only smiled and walked off, the click of his expensive shoes against marble ground stinging Draco’s ears.

A cool hand came up to clasp his shoulder and Draco glanced behind to see Narcissa.

Unlike Lucius, Narcissa did not say a word. She only looked into her son’s eyes, not surprised to see the sorrow in the depth of those gray eyes. She turned away.

“Mommy,” Draco said, his eyes glassy like marbles, watching as she walked away, a pleading note in his voice.

Narcissa started, stunned to hear that word that Draco had called her- one that he had not spoken for many years since he was a baby.

Draco blinked as she turned around to face him, unsure of what he had been pleading for but all he knew was whatever happened, his mother would make it better, because she was his mother and that was what mothers did.

~

It was raining.

Draco glanced briefly out of the window, looking up from the letter from Pansy.

She asked about Alyssa- ‘Who in the world is she?’ Draco had no idea.

She asked about him- ‘Are you happy?’ Draco had never been less happy.

She asked about his opinion- ‘Do you like Alyssa?’ Draco could not put his thoughts into words.

In frustration, he tossed her letter aside, wondering why everyone else’s life was so perfect and his wasn’t.

Pansy was a lucky girl.

She was on her honeymoon, happily married to Draco’s best friend Blaise Zabini. She described the lovely scenery, the friendly service and the wonder of marriage in her letter, urging Draco to find his partner soon.

Draco closed his eyes and collapsed backwards onto his bed, not wanting to think about anything but Hermione. He filled his head with thoughts and memories of her- happy Hermione, excited Hermione, Hermione on her birthday, Hermione dressed up to the nines for their first date, Hermione, Hermione, Hermione.

In Draco’s mind, the scene played-“We’re going to have three kids together,” Draco told Hermione, bending over her and kissing her hair.

And then something jolted him out of his temporary bliss.

Kids. Babies.

He was going to have a baby all right but it just wasn’t going to be with Hermione.

~

It was raining.

Hermione flinched as lightning lit up the room for a second, then only to be plunged into darkness once more.

She rolled off her bed, padding across the room to the closed window, parting the curtains.

Raindrops pelted viciously against the glass. Hermione pressed her forehead to the cool glass of the window, her tears smudging the glass.

She watched the raindrops hit the glass than swim their way down and she imagined them to be her tears because what little she had left, was not enough for her sorrow.

She stayed that way for a long time, staring and staring until she could no longer differentiate her tears from the rain.

And as she stood unmoving by the window, the sky continued to cry and the wind continued to howl.


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