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Chapter 8
Title: What Life Could Be
Author: Jih Pun (Amanda)
Rating: R – NC 17
Warnings: This is slash (boyXboy), dirty words, sex, sexual situations, hurt/comfort,
Mpreg, and drama, and some fluffy stuff.
Disclaimer: I know this is shocking but I don’t own Harry Potter…just my story line and plot and anything new I come up with. J.K. Rowling is so lucky!
Just a quick note!
Thank you guys so much for reviewing. Every time I read them, I get so hyped up to write more. Reviews are very important to me because I’m writing this story, not just for myself, but for you guys as well. I wanna know your thoughts. The better I know them, the better I can make the story in future chapters.
NOW! On to Chapter 8!
Chapter 8
Draco sat beside him mother in chair that didn’t look too comfortable, but surprisingly was. He had his knees pulled up to his chest and was resting his chin comfortably on top of them.
“…Remember that time when I turned Father’s hair green?” Draco smiled, “Father was absolutely livid! And you came in and burst out laughing…You laughed so hard you had started to cry. Oh, he was so mad…but you stopped him from punishing me. Apparently I was a born Slytherin…that’s what you told him…I was how old then? Four…maybe four and half?” Draco laughed; he had caused all sorts of trouble as a small child.
Draco took his mother’s soft hand into his own, “I was really luck to have you and Father as my parents. When I look back on every thing I’ve had to endure and go through, I’m so thankful that you two have always been there supporting me. So, thanks. I appreciate every thing you and Father have done for me.”
Draco stopped talking for a bit to check his watch and to catch his breath. His mouth was dry from speaking so much! His father would be arriving soon. Draco had decided that since he had two days before his mother’s procedure, he would return to his apartment. He missed Bradley and his steamy shower. Sure, the hospital showers got you cleaned, but his shower at home was able to get really hot and stay hot for quite a while so he could just stand under its spray.
Thinking about his upcoming shower, Draco didn’t notice his father walking in. Lucius patted Draco’s shoulder and could have sworn that his son almost jumped right out of his skin.
“Sorry to startle you, Draco. How are you doing?
Calming his breathing Draco looked to his father, “I’m doing all right…just been talking to Mum about when I used to be a child.”
Lucius chuckled, “You’re still a child, Draco.”
“Father, I’m a grown man now. I’m not that little havoc-wreaker I used to be.”
“You may not be little…or making mischief…but you are still my child.”
“Father,” Draco laughed, “don’t let anyone hear you say that…They’ll believe you’ve gone soft in your old age!”
Lucius looked scandalized, “Are you suggesting I’m old? Besides, let anyone who has ears hear what I say about my son…Love and utter devotion are precious things, Draco. You’ll understand in time, my son. It takes many years and many hardships, but I believe you’ll understand when the time comes…But anyways, what were you and Narcissa speaking about?”
Draco blushed a faint rose, “…The time I turned your hair green.”
“Ah…yes…” Lucius said thinking, “Your mother told me I should have been relieved that you hadn’t turned my hair some horrid red. ‘Draco’s were definitely a Slytherin’ she said.”
In fact, Lucius was proud of his son that day…after of course he calmed down a bit. Draco had turned his hair green using wand-less magic…but the second level of wand-less. There are two types of wand-less magic: one, where a child accommodates his surrounding, etc. completely by accident due to anger, frustration, sadness, or happiness, and two, because the child knows he/she has the ability to do magic and does it just because. Apparently, that day, Draco changed his father’s hair color because his favorite color of the moment was green, not because blonde hair made him angry.
“We went the next day to get you your very first wand. Even though your mother and I had the hardest time returning my hair back to normal, we were very proud of you. You are the only Malfoy to get his first wand at such a young age…actually, you are the youngest in centuries of Malfoys.” Lucius loved his son and would have bragged about him no matter what, but when Draco got his first wand, that gave Lucius more incentive to brag non-stop.
“I really thought I was something when we went to Ollivander’s for my wand. He argued with you…and me…until he turned blue in the face. And then he made me prove that I could do magic wandlessly on purpose. So I turned his hair green as well. He shut his mouth really quick after that.” Draco finished and checked his watch again.
Lucius noticed, “Do you need to be somewhere?”
“I don’t have to be anywhere per say, but I’m feeling a little anxious being back here. Dr. Potter said that we would start Mother’s procedure in two days. I thought I would go back home for a little while. I miss Bradley and I want to check in at work…if that’s all right with you?”
“Of course it’s fine with me. You do what you need to do. I know it’s difficult for you being here again. You go and I’ll stay with your mother. We look forward to your return in a couple days.” Lucius spoke as Draco rose out of his chair.
Draco gave his father a quick hug and gathered his paperwork and headed out of the door and on his way back to his apartment in the Muggle world.
Draco had been gone for about fifteen minutes when Harry walked in carrying his clipboard.
“Oh, good morning Mr. Malfoy. I wasn’t expecting you back so soon. Where’s Draco?” Harry asked, trying not to sound disappointed.
“He’s decided to go back to his apartment for a couple days until Narcissa’s procedure. He was a little homesick is all and had some things to check up on at work.” Lucius noticed the look on Harry’s face. “Tell me Harry, what’s bothering you?”
“Sir…it’s just your son. I have this feeling about him that I can’t really explain. It’s not good but not bad either. I can’t put my finger on it, but something in my head has raised a little flag…I’ve been meaning to ask him about the war…I know it’s not a great subject, but I always wondered what happened to him. I knew he lived, but that was it. He’s someone I’ve just always respected…but anyways, I’m glad to see you looking well rested.”
There was a small space of awkward silence. Harry sometimes spoke without much thought. Lucius looked as if he had something to say and Harry waited.
“Harry…My son has not been in the Wizarding world for many years. Him being here for his mother is the first time he’s come back since the war. The war caused Draco a lot of pain and he’s tried to forget it since.”
“Well, what happened?”
“I’m sorry, Harry. I believe Draco is the one who should tell you that. I’ve told you too much as it is.” Lucius sat down in the seat that Draco had been in and let out a heavy breath.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” Harry said, “I’ll be back later, I have some things to gather for the procedure and I have an appointment soon. I just came by to check on Mrs. Malfoy…take care Lucius.” Harry turned and swept out of the room, leaving the couple alone.
Draco apparated close to him home and walked the rest of the way. He didn’t want to be seen, so he was careful where he apparated. He walked inside and felt instantly relieved. He walked through his apartment, putting his work on the table as he passed.
He hated apparating because it made him nauseas as hell and gave him the worst migraine ever. As we walked, each step made him more and more dizzy.
‘I need to lie down or I’m going to be sick’ Draco thought to himself, holding his stomach with one hand, due to a queasiness he was beginning to feel. His stomach felt as if he had eaten too many sweets and was rolling and flipping enough to make anyone throw up. Finally making to his bed, he crawled inside and tried to make the world stop spinning. ‘I hope I haven’t caught some bug. I can’t afford to get sick right now…Mum needs me…’
Draco’s Dream
Draco was running and his legs felt as though they were about to give out. His lungs were burning but he couldn’t stop…wouldn’t let himself stop. He wanted to turn his head and see what was behind him, but knew that if he did, he would be dead. All he could hear were the voices of men yelling after him and all he could see was the darkness of the Forbidden Forest in front of him.
Draco tripped on a raised root from a large tree and was sent falling on to the forest floor. Rolling about ten feet he finally came to a stop. He could feel blood running from his nose now and his hands and knees hurt like something he had never felt before. The voices became louder and he tried to get up, but his legs wouldn’t move, too exhausted from running. He turned his head and began to cry…The voices had faces and bodies now…Four faces looked at him, wands at the ready. All Draco could do was scream…
End Dream
Draco bolted up right, sweat covered his body and his hair stuck to his face. His stomach lurched one, hard time and he scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Throwing the toilet seat up he flung himself at it and emptied the contents of his stomach.
Bradley unlocked the apartment’s door and immediately heard something in the bathroom. He rushed to the bathrooms door and saw Draco leaning over the toilet, looking pale as death.
“Draco? Are you all right?” Bradley went to Draco’s side.
“I don’t feel so well…” Draco choked out.
Bradley got a washcloth from the shower and wet it with cold water. He applied the rag to Draco’s forehead, “Let’s get you back to bed…”
Bradley picked Draco up and carried him to their bed and gently laid him down. Draco was shaking and still sweating. Bradley tucked him in and kissed his cheek.
“I’ll go to the store to get some medicine. You feel warm so I’ll get a fever reducer. Hopefully we can get you to feeling better and not let this get worse.”
Draco nodded his head while another shiver rippled through his thin body, “Okay…hurry though…I don’t want to be by myself.”
Bradley smiled a little, “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Bye, Love.”
Bradley left, on his way to the store, and hoped Draco wasn’t getting real back sick. He remembered when Draco had the flu the year before and had to be put in the hospital due to dehydration.
Draco curled into a ball on his side and shivered himself back to sleep, hoping Bradley would come back soon to make him feel better.
Authors Note: I wasn’t quite expecting for this chapter to go this way, but I just got caught up in an idea I guess. From this point on, things will be moving a little faster. Review and tell me what you think!
Author: Jih Pun (Amanda)
Rating: R – NC 17
Warnings: This is slash (boyXboy), dirty words, sex, sexual situations, hurt/comfort,
Mpreg, and drama, and some fluffy stuff.
Disclaimer: I know this is shocking but I don’t own Harry Potter…just my story line and plot and anything new I come up with. J.K. Rowling is so lucky!
Just a quick note!
Thank you guys so much for reviewing. Every time I read them, I get so hyped up to write more. Reviews are very important to me because I’m writing this story, not just for myself, but for you guys as well. I wanna know your thoughts. The better I know them, the better I can make the story in future chapters.
NOW! On to Chapter 8!
Chapter 8
Draco sat beside him mother in chair that didn’t look too comfortable, but surprisingly was. He had his knees pulled up to his chest and was resting his chin comfortably on top of them.
“…Remember that time when I turned Father’s hair green?” Draco smiled, “Father was absolutely livid! And you came in and burst out laughing…You laughed so hard you had started to cry. Oh, he was so mad…but you stopped him from punishing me. Apparently I was a born Slytherin…that’s what you told him…I was how old then? Four…maybe four and half?” Draco laughed; he had caused all sorts of trouble as a small child.
Draco took his mother’s soft hand into his own, “I was really luck to have you and Father as my parents. When I look back on every thing I’ve had to endure and go through, I’m so thankful that you two have always been there supporting me. So, thanks. I appreciate every thing you and Father have done for me.”
Draco stopped talking for a bit to check his watch and to catch his breath. His mouth was dry from speaking so much! His father would be arriving soon. Draco had decided that since he had two days before his mother’s procedure, he would return to his apartment. He missed Bradley and his steamy shower. Sure, the hospital showers got you cleaned, but his shower at home was able to get really hot and stay hot for quite a while so he could just stand under its spray.
Thinking about his upcoming shower, Draco didn’t notice his father walking in. Lucius patted Draco’s shoulder and could have sworn that his son almost jumped right out of his skin.
“Sorry to startle you, Draco. How are you doing?
Calming his breathing Draco looked to his father, “I’m doing all right…just been talking to Mum about when I used to be a child.”
Lucius chuckled, “You’re still a child, Draco.”
“Father, I’m a grown man now. I’m not that little havoc-wreaker I used to be.”
“You may not be little…or making mischief…but you are still my child.”
“Father,” Draco laughed, “don’t let anyone hear you say that…They’ll believe you’ve gone soft in your old age!”
Lucius looked scandalized, “Are you suggesting I’m old? Besides, let anyone who has ears hear what I say about my son…Love and utter devotion are precious things, Draco. You’ll understand in time, my son. It takes many years and many hardships, but I believe you’ll understand when the time comes…But anyways, what were you and Narcissa speaking about?”
Draco blushed a faint rose, “…The time I turned your hair green.”
“Ah…yes…” Lucius said thinking, “Your mother told me I should have been relieved that you hadn’t turned my hair some horrid red. ‘Draco’s were definitely a Slytherin’ she said.”
In fact, Lucius was proud of his son that day…after of course he calmed down a bit. Draco had turned his hair green using wand-less magic…but the second level of wand-less. There are two types of wand-less magic: one, where a child accommodates his surrounding, etc. completely by accident due to anger, frustration, sadness, or happiness, and two, because the child knows he/she has the ability to do magic and does it just because. Apparently, that day, Draco changed his father’s hair color because his favorite color of the moment was green, not because blonde hair made him angry.
“We went the next day to get you your very first wand. Even though your mother and I had the hardest time returning my hair back to normal, we were very proud of you. You are the only Malfoy to get his first wand at such a young age…actually, you are the youngest in centuries of Malfoys.” Lucius loved his son and would have bragged about him no matter what, but when Draco got his first wand, that gave Lucius more incentive to brag non-stop.
“I really thought I was something when we went to Ollivander’s for my wand. He argued with you…and me…until he turned blue in the face. And then he made me prove that I could do magic wandlessly on purpose. So I turned his hair green as well. He shut his mouth really quick after that.” Draco finished and checked his watch again.
Lucius noticed, “Do you need to be somewhere?”
“I don’t have to be anywhere per say, but I’m feeling a little anxious being back here. Dr. Potter said that we would start Mother’s procedure in two days. I thought I would go back home for a little while. I miss Bradley and I want to check in at work…if that’s all right with you?”
“Of course it’s fine with me. You do what you need to do. I know it’s difficult for you being here again. You go and I’ll stay with your mother. We look forward to your return in a couple days.” Lucius spoke as Draco rose out of his chair.
Draco gave his father a quick hug and gathered his paperwork and headed out of the door and on his way back to his apartment in the Muggle world.
Draco had been gone for about fifteen minutes when Harry walked in carrying his clipboard.
“Oh, good morning Mr. Malfoy. I wasn’t expecting you back so soon. Where’s Draco?” Harry asked, trying not to sound disappointed.
“He’s decided to go back to his apartment for a couple days until Narcissa’s procedure. He was a little homesick is all and had some things to check up on at work.” Lucius noticed the look on Harry’s face. “Tell me Harry, what’s bothering you?”
“Sir…it’s just your son. I have this feeling about him that I can’t really explain. It’s not good but not bad either. I can’t put my finger on it, but something in my head has raised a little flag…I’ve been meaning to ask him about the war…I know it’s not a great subject, but I always wondered what happened to him. I knew he lived, but that was it. He’s someone I’ve just always respected…but anyways, I’m glad to see you looking well rested.”
There was a small space of awkward silence. Harry sometimes spoke without much thought. Lucius looked as if he had something to say and Harry waited.
“Harry…My son has not been in the Wizarding world for many years. Him being here for his mother is the first time he’s come back since the war. The war caused Draco a lot of pain and he’s tried to forget it since.”
“Well, what happened?”
“I’m sorry, Harry. I believe Draco is the one who should tell you that. I’ve told you too much as it is.” Lucius sat down in the seat that Draco had been in and let out a heavy breath.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” Harry said, “I’ll be back later, I have some things to gather for the procedure and I have an appointment soon. I just came by to check on Mrs. Malfoy…take care Lucius.” Harry turned and swept out of the room, leaving the couple alone.
Draco apparated close to him home and walked the rest of the way. He didn’t want to be seen, so he was careful where he apparated. He walked inside and felt instantly relieved. He walked through his apartment, putting his work on the table as he passed.
He hated apparating because it made him nauseas as hell and gave him the worst migraine ever. As we walked, each step made him more and more dizzy.
‘I need to lie down or I’m going to be sick’ Draco thought to himself, holding his stomach with one hand, due to a queasiness he was beginning to feel. His stomach felt as if he had eaten too many sweets and was rolling and flipping enough to make anyone throw up. Finally making to his bed, he crawled inside and tried to make the world stop spinning. ‘I hope I haven’t caught some bug. I can’t afford to get sick right now…Mum needs me…’
Draco’s Dream
Draco was running and his legs felt as though they were about to give out. His lungs were burning but he couldn’t stop…wouldn’t let himself stop. He wanted to turn his head and see what was behind him, but knew that if he did, he would be dead. All he could hear were the voices of men yelling after him and all he could see was the darkness of the Forbidden Forest in front of him.
Draco tripped on a raised root from a large tree and was sent falling on to the forest floor. Rolling about ten feet he finally came to a stop. He could feel blood running from his nose now and his hands and knees hurt like something he had never felt before. The voices became louder and he tried to get up, but his legs wouldn’t move, too exhausted from running. He turned his head and began to cry…The voices had faces and bodies now…Four faces looked at him, wands at the ready. All Draco could do was scream…
End Dream
Draco bolted up right, sweat covered his body and his hair stuck to his face. His stomach lurched one, hard time and he scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Throwing the toilet seat up he flung himself at it and emptied the contents of his stomach.
Bradley unlocked the apartment’s door and immediately heard something in the bathroom. He rushed to the bathrooms door and saw Draco leaning over the toilet, looking pale as death.
“Draco? Are you all right?” Bradley went to Draco’s side.
“I don’t feel so well…” Draco choked out.
Bradley got a washcloth from the shower and wet it with cold water. He applied the rag to Draco’s forehead, “Let’s get you back to bed…”
Bradley picked Draco up and carried him to their bed and gently laid him down. Draco was shaking and still sweating. Bradley tucked him in and kissed his cheek.
“I’ll go to the store to get some medicine. You feel warm so I’ll get a fever reducer. Hopefully we can get you to feeling better and not let this get worse.”
Draco nodded his head while another shiver rippled through his thin body, “Okay…hurry though…I don’t want to be by myself.”
Bradley smiled a little, “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Bye, Love.”
Bradley left, on his way to the store, and hoped Draco wasn’t getting real back sick. He remembered when Draco had the flu the year before and had to be put in the hospital due to dehydration.
Draco curled into a ball on his side and shivered himself back to sleep, hoping Bradley would come back soon to make him feel better.
Authors Note: I wasn’t quite expecting for this chapter to go this way, but I just got caught up in an idea I guess. From this point on, things will be moving a little faster. Review and tell me what you think!