A Piece of Forever

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Chapter Four:


It was raining.

Lucius tapped his fingers in a rhythm on his large imposing desk. A wolfish grin was spread over his face as he pictured Alyssa Guinevere in his mind.

Perfect.

Pureblood, well brought up, heir to a large fortune and pretty- all summed up Alyssa and it all summed up the prefect wife for Draco.

By some amazing stroke of luck, she liked Draco, loved him even. Lucius could not be happier.

At the same table he was sitting at, about two months ago, he made a deal with Alyssa. One that Draco would probably thank him for, if not now, when he was older.

He had slid a small box over to her.

She narrowed her blue eyes. “What is this?”

“In it there are two pills,” Lucius drawled. “Each one is a heavy dose of a drug- I will leave out the name, there is no need for you to know- that will knock the sense out of Draco and he will forget anything that happened after he takes this. One pill is enough- slip it in a drink. The second is for in case things go wrong.”

Alyssa pocketed the box. “I assure you, Mr. Malfoy, nothing will go wrong.”

“Very good,” Lucius said. “Just the answer I wanted. If all goes well, you will be Draco’s wife in three months.”

Alyssa’s eyes sparkled at the very thought.

“You know the plan,” Lucius said. “You know what preparations you yourself should take to ensure this goes according to plan.”

“Oh, I know,” Alyssa said. “Which pub does Draco frequent?”

“Pitchfork,” Lucius answered without even thinking. He was the one who introduced Draco to the pub and the wonders of alcohol.

“Excellent,” Alyssa beamed. “I’m on good terms with the bar tender. Once Draco appears, Jake will inform me and I will be there in no time.”

Lucius had gotten up to walk her to the fireplace, holding up a bowl of powder for her to grab as she stepped into the fire.

The storm showed no signs of letting up, the rain still falling mercilessly from the sky and onto the windows.

Lucius picked up a quill and dipped it into black ink. He smoothed out a piece of parchment and paused.

After a second of consideration, he started to pen a letter to one of the best wedding planners in England.

~

It was raining.

Alyssa’s hands moved to rub her abdomen, a slow smile taking over her face.

“My darling,” she purred as she stood by the window, watching the rain.

She imagined a beautiful little girl or a handsome little boy holding hers and Draco’s hands, their child skipping and laughing.

She smiled down at her still flat tummy and then lifted her chin to face the sky, a bubble of song rose out of her throat and from her lips, as she began to sing a lullaby, for Draco, for herself and for their baby.

~

It was raining.

Narcissa was indifferent about the storm raging outside her window.

In fact, she mused, she was pretty indifferent to almost everything now. She continued knitting.

There was a time when Narcissa was passionate about everything she did, but those days were long gone. Actually, she snorted, they disappeared the day she married Lucius.

The only thing that she actually had was Draco.

She smiled at the thought of her son but the smile faded as she brought to mind Draco’s gaze, his eyes brimming with sadness. Those grey eyes that were so much like his father’s. Actually, he was mostly like his father- his blond hair so blond it was almost silver, his eyes, his body and that smirk.

She wanted so much for him to be happy.

She wanted him to marry someone he loved, a luxury she never had. A choice she never had the chance to make. She wanted him to have that chance. She didn’t want him to be like her.

“Of all the things to be like me, Draco,” Narcissa whispered. “Why this?”

She took a deep shuddering breath and bent over, pressing her head to her knees, then turning to her side, letting her knitting drop onto the floor as she curled up to sleep in her big bed, alone, the same way she had always slept, from the start of her marriage, and she knew, it would be to the end.

~

Hermione woke up the next morning curled up on the floor by the window.

She sat up groggily, rubbing her swollen eyes. The sky was sunny and the only evidence of the storm the night before was the rainbow painted across the sky.

She stood up and stumbled into the bathroom, silencing the mirror with a spell when it commented sarcastically about her puffy eyes, flushed face and messy hair.

“I’m in no mood for this,” she muttered darkly, splashing water carelessly over her face.

“Pull yourself together, you fool,” she told herself.

How can I when he is gone now?

Hermione pushed that thought to the back of her head and picked up her toothbrush, beginning her morning routine like it was any other day, but deep inside Hermione knew that no matter how she went about her day like everything was normal, nothing was the same because the most important part of her life was now gone and what hurt most was that she couldn’t bring it back.

Her doorbell rang just as Hermione wiped her face dry, ending her routine.

She looked at the clock- it was ten, Ginny had said she would be over with breakfast.

“Look!” Ginny sang, holding up to paper bags. “Croissants!”

Hermione forced a smile and let her friend in. “Have a seat. I’ll make coffee.”

“No, you sit,” Ginny stopped her. “I’ll make coffee. Help yourself to the croissants!”

Ginny disappeared into the kitchen and Hermione sank onto the sofa.

She peeled the paper bag open and peeked in. Sure enough four croissants lay inside.

“Thanks for coming over, Ginny,” she said as she bit into a croissant as the redhead reappeared with two cups of coffee.

“Don’t thank me. You were there for me when Harry broke up with me,” Ginny said cheerfully. “It’s only reasonable for me to return the gesture. But that’s not why I did it,” Ginny smiled and Hermione managed a smile back. “It’s because we’re friends and isn’t this what friends do?”

It is, Hermione thought as Ginny handed her one of the two cups of coffee, and her mood lifted just a little.

~

Draco fought to keep a scowl off his face as the fireplace glowed; giving the warning that Alyssa was about to arrive.

As the young lady stumbled out of the ashes, tottering on three inch heels, Lucius reached out to steady her.

“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy,” Alyssa breathed, and she turned to Draco, flashing him a coquettish smile.

“You look lovely today, Alyssa,” Lucius shook her hand.

Alyssa beamed. “My dress is an import from Italy, do you like it, Draco?” she turned to flutter her heavy lashes at him.

“It’s very nice,” he choked out, forcing a smile to his face.

Alyssa giggled and blushed, acting like a shy schoolgirl. Draco struggled not to recoil in disgust.

“I’m going to need a new wardrobe when I start to show,” Alyssa chattered to Narcissa. “We can go shopping together one day, can’t we, Mrs. Malfoy?”

“Ah,” Lucius announced, “Speaking of clothes, Alyssa, we have to conduct the wedding soon or you will start to show and we wouldn’t ant that, won’t we? I’ve already owled the wedding planner and she says that she will start the planning immediately.”

Narcissa drew a sharp breath and she spoke for the first time that day. “Wedding?” she repeated, her face going bone-white.

“Yes,” Lucius said proudly. “Narcissa’s delighted, aren’t you, my dear?” he turned to his wife and she offered no reaction.

Alyssa was beaming. “You will inform me and Draco when they need us for measurements, won’t you, for the wedding robes?”

“Absolutely, no need to worry,” Lucius assured. “Now, lunch is ready, this way please.”

Alyssa thanked Lucius and they made their way to the dining room. Alyssa noticed Draco walking behind and she fell back to walk next to him.

Draco jerked in shock as she leaned against him, lying her head on his shoulder and slipping her arm through his, locking their elbows together and with that, Draco knew that he was now locked to her, forever.


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