Weapon

Disclaimer: harry potter isn\'t mine. He and his crew belong to J.K. Rowling and used without permission. \'blah\' is thought, ~blah~ is flashback.


Chapter Five: Bound By The Life

Hermione closed her eyes tightly as pain shot through her body. She had to push the pain *out* that was the only thing on her mind.

\" We\'re almost there,\" A voice said.

She opened her eyes to see Molly Weasley holding her hand.

\" What?\" Hermione asked.

Pain shot through her again and she screamed.

\" Push now!\" Molly exclaimed.

After a sharp intake of breath Hermione pushed hard as she could. The pain increased to a point that Hermione found herself grinding her teeth.

\" Again!\" the red head said. \" Just one more should do.\"

She pushed again, and she felt something escape her.

\" You have a beautiful daughter, \'Mione,\" Molly said, smiling widely.

She watched as the mid-wife wrapped a small body up in a dark purple blanket. The pain kept on, and Hermione glanced down at her stomach.

\" What tha?\" Molly asked. \" Looks like we aren\'t finished yet.\"

Hermione bared down again, pushing with everything she had. Then again the feeling of release came again. She leaned back into the bed, panting and trying to get her breathing back to normal.

\" And a boy,\" the mid-wife said. \" Very beautiful indeed.\"

Hermione watched as the babies were placed on her chest. The little boy had almost no hair, but what was there was a strange white blonde. His sister had a full head of honey brown hair, with a small section of white blonde in the front.

\" What are you going to name them dear?\" Molly asked.

Hermione smiled as the two babies went to sleep, \" Fabian and Lily.\"

She felt her smile couldn\'t get any wider as she watched them sleep. Soon her vision went blurry.

\" No,\" she mumbled. \" Not now.\"


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She woke up, gasping for air. She tried to get her breathing steady again. After slipping on her robe and pulling on her slippers she left her room. The school seemed so quiet, spite the still early hour. She tried to understand the dream as she wondered down the hall.

She found herself outside Dumbledore’s office and tried to remember if he was known be up early.

\" Seems I’m not the only one who starts early,\" a voice said.

She turned to see Dumbledore standing behind her.

\" Professor Dumbledore,\" She said.

\" Please…Call me Albus,\" he said. \" You’re a teacher now, first names can be used you know.\"

\" Albus then, \" She said. \" I was just wondering the halls and I found myself here.\"

The old wizard gave a curt nod, \" I’m sure there’s some things we have catching up on.\"

\" Four years worth I guess,\" Hermione said.

He spoke a password to the Griffin statue: (Mandarian Tart) and made their way up the stairs.

\" I must say,\" he said as he sat down at his desk. \" I expected you and Draco to share a room.\"

She sat down in one of the plush chairs in front of the desk, \" I have only gotten back into contact with him five weeks ago. We haven’t become comfortable enough with each other for such a leap of faith.\"

\" Ah,\" he said, glancing at one of the books on his desk.

\" You knew,\" She realized. \" You knew about our relationship the whole time we were students.\"

\" Yes I did,\" he said. \" Hardly a thing happens in this school that I’m not aware of.\"

She then glanced at Fawkes, who in turn tilted his head and ruffled his wings slightly.

\" I don’t suppose there’s been any luck on returning the original DATDA teacher back to normal again,\" She said.

\" There has,\" he said. \" But she has chosen to retire from her position.\"

\" I swear my job must be cursed,\" Hermione said.

\" Do you wish to remain until the year has finished?\" Dumbledore asked.

\" Yes,\" Hermione said. \" I don’t see a reason for me not to.\"

\" And in case you’re wondering,\" he said. \" Professor Snape is returning in two weeks.\"

\" Draco would be happy to hear that,\" She said. \" He’s been wanting to bash some students’ heads these last few days.\"

Dumbledore chuckled slightly at that.

\" Now to what’s been bothering me,\" She said. \" Do you believe dreams can show you the future?\"

\" It depends really,\" he replied. \" What did you see?\"

\" Well, I dreamed I gave birth to twins. A boy and girl,\" She said.

He gave a brief nod, \" Sometimes dreams can let us see our future. But they don’t let us see the chain of events needed for that future.\"

She rubbed the back of her neck for a moment.

\" That helps some,\" She finally said. \" I must go now. Class will start soon.\"

He chuckled, \" It’s Saturday Hermione.\"

She returned his chuckle, \" So it is. Maybe I’ll spend some time sleeping or catching up with my reading.\"

\" Good idea,\" he said. \" Good day Hermione.\"

\" Good day to you also,\" She said.

She glanced back him before leaving the office.


~Flashback, four years ago~

She watched her shaking hand knock on the old wooden door. She heard a faint reply and began to chew on one of her thumb nails. The door then opened, and a sleepy Draco came into her view. His hair looked as if he didn’t bother to brush it before coming to the door. They stood there for a moment, staring at each other. He in black pajama pants and she in a over sized purple t-shirt and grey boxers.

\" Was there some reason you decided to wake me up this early?\" he asked.

She chewed on her thumb nail again. He reached over and pulled her hand away from her mouth.

\" You have no clue how annoying that is,\" he said.

\" I know how this is going to sound,\" she said. \" But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you lately.\"

He smirked, \" Interesting.\"

She glared at him, \" And well, I have these feelings for you that weren’t there before. And I know you’re having the same problems.\"

\" And what if I do?\" he asked. \" It’s not like we can openly do anything about it.\"

\" Yes we can,\" she said. \" We spend a lot of time together because we’re Head Boy and Girl. So no one would think anything of it.\"

\" You’ve been seriously thinking about this haven’t you?\" He asked raising a eyebrow.

\" Yes,\" She said. \" You know where I stand. I need to know where you stand.\"

\" Right in this doorway,\" he said.

She glared at him, \" Not physically damn it.\"

\" No shit,\" he said. \" What do you want me to tell you?\"

\" That you care for me,\" she said. \" That’s all you have to tell me.\"

He came closer to her, and she slowly placed a hand on his bare chest. He leaned down alittle, letting his mouth get close to hers.

\" Is that all you need?\" He asked.

His voice seemed to waiver some. She tilted her head up to close some of the space between their mouths.

\" No,\" she said, letting her arms slip around his waist.

She smelled like strawberries and champagne to him. She went to her tip toes and kissed him lightly. He tightened his arms around her, not remembering when he put his arms around her. She gave him another light kiss and pulled her lips away from his.

\" I do care for you,\" he said quietly.

She softly smiled, \" And you know how I feel about you.\"

He smiled back at her, honestly, \" No I don’t.\"

\" I care for you a lot,\" she said.

He caressed her cheek and she found herself tilting her head towards his hand.

\" What the hell am I going to do with you?\" he asked.

She glanced up at him, his hand still on her cheek.

\" I don’t know,\" she said. \" Usually I’m quick on the answers. But not on this.\"

~end flashback~


He sat in the dark, his face in his hands. The room was very dark, thanks to the heavy velvet curtains covering the many windows of the room. His nightmare had left it’s mark making him breathe like he had run a marathon. His white blonde hair was a mess around his shoulders wet from sweat.

He was a Malfoy. Nothing scares a Malfoy. A Malfoy does have a heart, but in time it dies leaving them cold and bitter. But a select few of them keep their emotions and ‘good’ heart. He chose to become one of those nearly overnight during his 7th year at Hogwarts. Feeling himself watch the same bushy hair ‘mudblood’ he had hated so much. Discovering that what he thought was hate for her wasn’t.

He shouldn’t be having regrets now. But he does, he wakes up sometimes wondering that if he took the dark mark maybe it wouldn’t be this way. He wouldn’t be ‘in love’ with her, and dread the time difficult time that is rapiding approaching.

\" Fuck me,\" the man whispered. \" What have I gotten myself into?\"

He let his hands drop away from his face and glanced at his reflection. The tall guilded mirror’s frame glittered in the very low light. His reflection stared back at him. He watched his reflection as he stood up and walked over to the mirror.

Then watched his reflection shatter as his fists connected with the glass, cracking the reflection into little pieces. He pulled his fists away to find them clean and the pieces of cracked mirror still in the frame.

Before he realized it he had sunk down to his knees, staring at his fractured reflection. And suddenly began to sob.