A Piece of Forever

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There is one new original character in this chapter and she probably will be present in following chapters to come. Happy reading!


Chapter Six:

They made love with near violence, with so much emotion that the atmosphere around them seemed to hum.

“Draco,” Hermione cried out as she neared her peak, clutching him closer to her, not wanting to lose him, ever. She buried her face in his neck, drawing short sharp gasps of air as he thrust in and out of her.

Suddenly he was pulling closer too, as though there cannot be any distance between them today, because tomorrow there will be so much. He mumbled her name over and over again amongst other incoherent noises and she tucked the sound of her name uttered in between moans into a safe place inside her heart, not wanting to lose this memory.

When she felt the tension inside of her tighten dangerously then explode, she raked her nails down his back, desperately trying to leave behind a trace of herself on him. She screamed his name to the heavens, the heat of her grief searing through his skin and deep into his flesh and he knew that it would leave an invisible scar that would always hurt and can never be erased.

“Don’t leave me, Draco,” she pleaded when like all good things, it was over, tears lodged in her throat as she hugged him close, imagining their bodies fusing together as one so she would never have to leave him again.

“I have to,” he said hoarsely, his breathing heavy and fast. It was only then when she realized he was crying because his breaths were so full and wet.

“But I love you,” she whispered, her voice breaking painfully, because if the world was perfect, it would be all the excuse she needed.

~

When he awoke, they were a tangle of limbs, their naked bodies fitting perfectly against each other- just like the way her hand fit his- like they were two halves of a whole.

The light of dawn was a slice of pale yellow falling across them from the crack between the curtains. It was morning. It was time to go.

He removed himself from her and pulled on his clothes, never once tearing his eyes away from her, drinking in the sight of her, a beautiful angel with her halo of curls framing her head and a golden flush to her skin. He never thought he would see anything so amazing in life.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to her cheek, letting the kiss linger and suddenly he could not pull away. He wanted to take her in his arms and never let go.

He drew a deep shuddering breath to steel himself and stepped back with difficulty. He filed this scene away into a secret part of his brain where all other memories of her were kept. It was only then when he realized all the memories worth treasuring were all of her, and that’s when he felt afraid- if so much of him was about her, how cold he live when she was gone?

He tightened his jaw and locked his fingers around the doorknob.

“Goodbye, Hermione,” he whispered, the words falling onto her like a soft silk blanket.

He twisted the doorknob and stepped out. The door clicked shut behind him and he willed himself not to fall to pieces.

He squared his shoulders and apparated back home, not stopping, even to greet Alyssa or his parents, until he locked his bedroom behind him and it was only then when he allowed himself to fall apart.

~

When she awoke, he was gone.

She gasped, sitting up and the blanket fell off her to pool around her waist. “Draco?” she called out.

She couldn’t believe he had left without telling her. But on the other hand, she wasn’t surprised- Draco was never good at goodbyes.

She sighed, raking her fingers through her messy hair. She sniffed the air, a slow smile lighting up her face. The entire room smelled of him- spicy and delicious. She lifted her arm and sniffed it, realizing she smelt like him too.

She pulled on her clothes and curled up on the bed, concentrating on drinking in scent of him with every pore on her skin, not wanting to lose this part of him so soon.

~

“Draco?” Alyssa rapped her knuckles on the door to Draco’s bedroom. ‘Draco? Are you ok? You’ve been in there for hours! It’s already time for lunch.”

“I’m not feeling well,” she heard him yell back. “I think I’m skipping lunch. Go on without me.”

“Are you sure you don’t need my help?” she asked.

“No!” he shouted.

“Ok, bye,” she said, a little disappointed. Why couldn’t he treat her more like a wife and not like a stranger?

She turned to leave and was overcome with a sudden rush of dizziness. She leaned against the wall for support, waiting for the dizziness to pass, but it did not. The place only spun faster and faster, her vision starting to blur into blotches of colour.

She tried to call for Draco.

She tried to call out for help but then before she could figure out whether the words had left her lips, she felt herself get tossed off a cliff into a valley of darkness.

~

Loki MacKenzie was the new and improved version of Rita Skeeter.

At age 22, she was one of the most successful journalists in wizarding London. Unlike Rita Skeeter, she dug out juicy gossip not by underhanded means or making them up- she was simply a natural at her job.

She would go to extremes to get her story and that was what people admired about her.

This time, she had her sights fixed on a new story- Draco Malfoy and Alyssa Guinevere. What had really happened? She had last heard that Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were passionately in love, so why was Malfoy marrying another woman?

Every nerve was buzzing with a good story and she was itching to get a head start on the story.

She leaned back in her chair, wondering where to start.

After all, a good start guaranteed a good story, she grinned.

~

Alyssa opened her eyes and scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. “Where am I?” she asked, making her voice fainter than usual.

“In St. Mungos,” came lucius’ concerned voice. “How are you feeling, Alyssa dear?”

“I’m ok, what happened?” she asked.

“You fainted,” Lucius answered. “The doctor said that these dizzy spells are common for pregnant women.”

“Is the baby ok?” Alyssa was suddenly seized by a bout of panic.

“Relax,” soothed a nurse who had just entered. “You and your baby are both doing wonderful.” In her arms was a huge bouquet of flowers which she set down beside Alyssa.

“Wow! Who’re they from?” Alyssa scooped the bouquet up and buried her face in the blooms.

“They’re from Ms. Loki MacKenzie, she wants to know if she can come in,” the nurse said.

“Let her in,” Alyssa said, smiling.

The nurse nodded and left the room.

“I’m going home first to give the news to Narcissa that you’re fine, I’ll pop by with Draco later,’ Lucius stood up and Alyssa smiled reassuringly.

“I’ll be fine,” she promised as Lucius vanished with a crack.

“Hello Mrs. Malfoy.”

Alyssa swelled with pride at the sound of her name. “You must be Ms. MacKenzie.”

A slender blonde nodded, pulling up a chair and sitting down by Alyssa’s bed. “Call me Loki.”

“Thanks for the flowers, Loki. They’re lovely,” Alyssa smiled.

“How are you feeling?” Loki said, putting on a concerned smile.

“Wonderful,” Alyssa said.

“I’m sure your husband must be really worried,” Loki said innocently. She say something flash across Alyssa Guinevere’s pretty face and though, bingo!

“Oh, yes of course,” Alyssa smiled brightly.

“I should think so, if I was a man and my wife was as beautiful as you, I’d be dead worried,” grinned Loki. She watched Alyssa smile proudly.

“Thank you,” She beamed. “Anyway, I don’t know you, why did you send flowers and even come by personally?”

Loki noticed her well-bred posh lilt, her sweet voice honeyed and silky. “Well, I’m a reported, you see, and I was wondering if I could have just a short interview. My readers are dying to know about London’s hottest new couple.”

“Oh, of course, please start,” Alyssa said, spreading her arms to express her welcome.

“Just a couple of questions,” Loki said professionally. “Let’s see, how did you get to know Mr. Malfoy?”

Alyssa smiled shyly, “Our families are both well-known pureblood families, so obviously we would have been on friendly terms with each other, that’s how I met Draco of course.”

“I see, when did you start to date Mr. Malfoy?”

“Hmm,” Alyssa pretended to think and answered, “About half a year ago.”

“I see, I wonder if you could disclose some private information for our readers who are just dying to know more about your husband. Witch Weekly named him one of the most eligible bachelors and there are many women out there who are dying to be in your place. For example, his favourite colour? His favourite ice-cream flavour? Small things like that would be delightful.”

Alyssa answered the first one without needing to think. Draco was a Slytherin through and through, his favourite colour had to be green.

She vaguely recalled him ordering chocolate chip ice cream during dinner once and she gave that answer as readily as she could.

“How about some of his habits?” Loki ventured. “His favourite animal? His shampoo brand?”

“He fiddles with his fingers,” said Alyssa brightly, thinking about how Draco was always fiddling with his fingers. “Oh, he likes snakes of course, he was a Slytherin. And I’m not really sure what brand of shampoo he uses, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s ok,” Loki said quickly. “I think I shall take my leave now. Thank you for our time, Ms. Guinevere and I hope you have a speedy recovery.”

“Bye,” Alyssa waved as Loki stepped out of the room, immediately pulling out a pad of paper and began to scribble down the details of their conversation, of which she had fully memorized. She had not noted down what Alyssa had said during the interview itself because she was afraid that she might become uncomfortable with someone writing down every single word she said and close off.

She tucked the notes back into her handbag and was about to turn and leave when she noticed Draco Malfoy himself walking towards the door.

“Mr. Malfoy,” she greeted politely extending a hand, which the young man shook.

“You are?’ Draco frowned.

“My name is Loki MacKenzie, I just had a short talk with your wife,” she said with a smile.

“I see,” Draco nodded. “You are the reporter, aren’t you, the one that’s been touted the next Rita Skeeter?

“There has been such comments but my style is completely different from Ms. Skeeter’s,” Loki acknowledged. “It has been nice meeting you face to face Mr. Malfoy.”

“Same here,” Draco said and moved to push the door open.

“Wait, I was just wondering,” Loki thought quickly, “My best friend is one of your fans, you see and she wants to know what’s your favourite ice cream flavor. I know she’s weird but she would kill me if I told her I had met you and returned without that information.”

“Strawberry,” He answered without missing a beat and pushed the door open, slipping inside with that cat-like grace that he was famous for.

Strawberry, Loki thought, as a slow smile curved her lips.

~*~


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