Life in an Alien Land 1: In the Land of My Enemy

Thanks for all the support you have showed for this story. This chapter should answer some questions posed by astute reviewers.

Dream sequences are in italics.


Life in an Alien Land

Chapter 9

Drew watched the woman react underneath him, her wild hair splayed across the pillow as she took his entire length with abandon. Like all dream images, she was indistinct except for the soft hair spread across the bed. Soft grunts punctuated their coupling, coming from both throats. He loved to watch her full breasts bounce as he thrust into her. Their milky smoothness hardened him to near culmination. He took the large nipple in his mouth and sucked, drawing the fluid from the mound, knowing it was wrong, but becoming unbearably aroused as her milk shot to the back of his throat. She groaned throatily, "Oh, gods you feel so good."

He undulated his hips, drawing a shudder from them both, his balls flexing upward as the walls of her womb contracted around his hardness. As he shot into her, she whispered, "Say my name... You know it... Say it. It's...Harmony Ranger, and I love you..."

&*&*&

His dates with the vicar's daughter had not gone well. The girl was a lump, and even though he liked her looks, her mind left much to be desired. Before the end of August, he broke off with her after only a few dates. She seemed to be mildly put out, but recovered when one of the Herrold's boys asked her out. Drew thought they were a better-suited match.

He was haunted lately by more of the erotic dreams of the unknown woman whose name he knew was slightly garbled by his sleeping mind. He awoke most mornings and went immediately to the shower to have the privacy to take care of the problem. The memory of the dream made his skin crawl with desire and disgust at the way he used her. He was sure he had never been that disgusting in his life, drinking from a woman's body as he shagged her. Still, the echo of the act would catch him unawares and his cock would stiffen when the image reverberated in his mind. He tried to occupy himself with work so that he would not feel the yearning that the woman of his dreams evoked but his nights were spent fucking her. He began to wonder if what he had read about succubae in that old book he borrowed from the library was true.

He swung his feet out of the single bed, careful not to make any noise. Harold had just returned from his shift, a double so that Niamh's favourite brother could escort her to Diagon Alley to get her school supplies. Maeve would be going also. Drew had already packed his overnight bag. They would be staying in London after they picked up Niamh's school supplies, a ridiculously long list of what seemed like impractical items so they could see Niamh off the next day in Victoria Station. Drew and the other children had pooled their meagre savings to purchase the best for the little witch, and to pay for the lodging. Drew pulled on his trousers, a worn pair of hand-me-downs from Felix's closet which Maeve had still had to let down to cover Drew's ankles.

Niamh poked her head into the room and in a stage whisper asked, "Drew, you up?"

"Shh... Nave, Harold's sleeping." He cautioned as Niamh opened the door wider. "He had to work last night."

Harold flipped on his back. "M'not sleeping. Give us a kiss before you leave."

Niamh bounded to her brother's bed and gave him a resounding, smacking kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to miss you, bra."

"I should have never introduced you to Reggae." Harold teased. "Next you're going to be growing dreads and smoking spliffs."

"Harold!" Drew cautioned. "Don't give the lass ideas. She's too smart for drugs. Right, Nave?"

"Doesn't know what a spliff is anyway." Harold propped himself on his elbow, his eyes bleary and his beard's shadow dark against his pale skin. "Why do you always call her Knave then? It does mean fool, you know."

"No, Nave, as in the church's nave. She thought I was a saint's figure from it." Drew laughed. "Right, Nave?"

"Whatever you say, Drew." Niamh giggled, signalling her disbelief. "Mum wanted me to tell you that breakfast is almost ready and that we need to leave before six. The bus leaves at seven-thirty."

"Well, get out so I can dress." Drew said with an imperious wave. "Begone, foul creature of the noxious foot-odour and frizzy hair."

Niamh flicked her smooth curls over her shoulder and with a mocking pout said, "That really hurts, Drew. I think I shall cry my eyes out for the first hour of our trip, and after that, you'll spend all your money making up with me."

"Leave, besom, or you won't get your supplies." Harold said, laughing as the girl flounced out of the room. "Lord have mercy, she's another Delia in the making."

Drew groaned.

&*&*&

Lucius was visiting Severus at Hogwarts. Hermione and Ginny watched in bemusement as the Headmaster of Hogwarts and the Minister for Magic argued over the proper way to change Valerie's diaper. Ginny giggled as Severus began waving his wand, only to have it batted away by Malfoy. "No, Severus, too much magic around a child this age will harm her."

"That, my dear man, is an Old Wife's Tale." Severus continued to wave his wand in proximity of his raven-haired daughter as Lucius cast about for the nappies. "For heaven's sake, man watch her head, she's already rolling over."

Lucius huffed gustily in disbelief. "Severus, Old Man, she is only two months old."

"She is my daughter, Lucius. I was talking in full sentences by six months."

Severus' superior tone brought another annoyed sound from his friend's throat. "No doubt you were shagging supermodels and performing god-like feats before you went to Hogwarts. Please, man, just quit waving your wand. You'll poke her."

"Magic will not harm her Lucius, lest you forget, both of her parents are werewolves, and she did survive for nine months in a cyclic state of transfiguration." Severus flicked his wand and the nappies were magically fastened. "Now, darling, let Daddy take you from mean Uncle Lucy, before he decides to deprive you of your meal for some reason."

Ginny stifled a giggle and grabbed Hermione's hand, taking her from the room forcefully. "See what I mean?"

"You said he was involved." Hermione said over her friend's laughter. "Honestly, who would have thought Severus would be such a doting father? As much as he hates teaching... Phew."

Hermione let out a pent up giggle as Ginny followed her to the crèche, set up for the returning Professors and the students who had given birth in the last year. Hogwarts was now accepting students over seventeen, due to the interruption of classes during the war. It would be a strain on them all until they all got used to having all ages of children underfoot, but Hermione and Severus both had high hopes for the future of the institution.

When they arrived to pick up Scorpius and Delphine, both children were still napping, and the nurse recommended that Hermione and Ginny get all the free time they could. Both women chose to go to the lake.

"So, how are you, Hermione?" Ginny asked, as she cast a knowing look at the guardhouse now occupied by a square-jawed and handsome German soldier.

Hermione plucked a blade of grass and spun it between her fingers, releasing the fresh scent of summer into the air. "I'm fine."

"Really?" Ginny lay back on the ground propped on her elbows. "No more dreams of Draco?"

Hermione released the grass and turned away from her friend. Her mind drifted to the dream of just that morning that left her frustrated and desirous.

&*&*&

Hermione revelled in the man above her, thrusting into her with wild abandon, his silver hair slick with sweat. Soft grunts punctuated their coupling, coming from both throats. She loved to watch him watch her, her full breasts bouncing to the rhythm his hips set. His darkling looks brought her to near orgasm. When he took her distended nipple in his mouth and drew the nurturing fluid from her, she became unbearably aroused as she felt him swallow.

"Oh, gods you feel so good." She moaned and he undulated his hips in response. She could feel his balls contracting as her vaginal walls spasmed around his cock. She whispered, "Say my name... You know it... Say it... It's Hermione Granger, and I love you."

&*&*&

"No dreams." Hermione said, not meeting her friend's eyes. Her nighttimes activities were more like visions. "Has there been any word on Teddy's whereabouts lately?"

Ginny's expression clouded for a moment. "No, just that he was given to Greyback right after Tonks' mother was taken."

They watched the ship-like clouds scurry through the sky chased by a cooling wind from the north. Term would start soon, and their idyllic days would end in a flurry of activity, marked assignments and detentions. Hermione sighed. She was an old woman and she was not even twenty-five. She heaved a sigh and sat up. "The children are awake, most likely. Perhaps I should fetch them, or they'll be completely spoiled for dinner.

Ginny joined her and they walked back to the castle in silence.

&*&*&

Drew followed Maeve and Niamh to the shop called Madam Malkins Robes for All Occasions and balked. "I'll wait here."

He had no desire whatsoever to enter the establishment. All afternoon, everywhere they went, he had been met with strange stares and interrupted conversations. It was as if there were a conspiracy about him and he was damned tired of it. He faced the street, his cap over his head, freshly shorn for the trip. A ginger-headed man stumbled drunkenly and stopped before him.

Drew leaned back against the warm brick of the building in watchful repose. He may not have been a police officer for long, but he did have some experience with tossers like the one before him. The Murcheson brothers were just the latest in a long line of out of workmen seeking solace in the bottle. The ginger eyed Drew sedately, never making a move toward or away from him. The redhead finally said, "You're a ghost. You're not really here, just a bit of light and spirit."

Several people had gathered as the drunk began speaking. Drew ignored him, wishing suddenly that he had opted for following Niamh and Mum into the shop. Surely, it could not have been worse. Drew said in his most authoritative voice, "Move along. You're causing a scene."

Another ginger-haired man joined the first, his features vaguely similar to the first. "Ron, let's go back to the shop. You can sleep it off and I'll send you to the Burrow later."

"Naw, 's'Malfoy's ghost." First Ginger said softly, then louder, "M'I t'only one that sees him?"

An old woman in an extremely odd combination of Robes and regular clothes stepped forward. "It is young Malfoy, he looks just like his father, but he's no ghost."

Drew pulled away from her grasping claw. "I don't know what you're talking about. My name is Avery. Drew Avery."

Second Ginger turned sharply at the sound of Drew's voice. "Malfoy..."

Maeve finally joined her son's side. "Move along, all of you. Drew, we're ready to leave if you are."

Mum gripped Drew's arm tightly and led him bodily from the teeming street to the relative quiet of the inn, a place called The Leaky Cauldron. She cast a scathing look at First Ginger as he made to follow her little family. He paused, and then slunk away.

Once in their rooms, Maeve set Niamh to packing her trunk for the next day, and she followed her son to his room.

Drew sat heavily on the four-poster bed, his limbs shaking from the encounter. Some constable he was making that he could not even control a small crowd. He ran his hand over his short and spiky hair. "Mum, d'you think I could be that Malfoy bloke?"

"We'll look into it, Young Drew." She said as she sat next to him. She patted his hand and kissed him on the cheek. "If you are, then maybe you'll be able to find your people."

"Yeah, I suppose." Drew leaned against the woman whom he had called mother for the last four years, fear and sadness warring with elation. Perhaps he would find the mystery woman of his dreams.

A sharp rap sounded on the door to the room. "Sir, please open in the name of the Ministry."

Maeve bristled as Draco complied.

&*&*&

Hermione had just put the Delphine and Scorpius down for the night when Lucius Fire-called. She thought sadly that he had seemed to age since he had taken over his duties as Minister. The compromises he had been forced to make with the Muggle government were anathema to him, and he fought rabidly to regain some of the autonomy the magical world had lost due to Voldemort's programmes. His days and most evenings were spent in long conferences that were more like battles. Amongst the wizarding world, though most remembered the Minister's former allegiances, most also thought he was the best man for the job, if not the only one available at the moment. Perhaps he might be able to step down in a few years, but he was a known quantity to Muggles and wizards alike, and therefore a safe choice.

"Hermione, may I step through?" Lucius sounded as tired as he looked. "It's very important or I would not bother you this late."

"Certainly, Lucius." Hermione gathered her dressing gown around her more tightly, and cinched the tie. She still felt slightly uncomfortable being alone with him given their past and especially since he reminded her so much of his son.

Malfoy stepped through and flicked his wand to rid himself of the ashes of that type of travel. He said with a moue of disgust, "I really do hate to Floo."

"Can I get you tea or brandy perhaps?" Hermione moved to the kitchen area, installed after her move. Children, it seemed, needed a constant supply of food, and Hermione hated disturbing the house-elves more than necessary. She noticed Lucius standing uneasily, leaning on his cane as if for support. "Lucius, don't stand on formality, do have a seat."

As he slid gracefully onto the comfy chair by the fire, he sighed heavily. "Perhaps we should both have a brandy, or something more fortifying, if you have it."

Hermione brought out two tumblers. "Not without disturbing Severus."

"Very well." Lucius' fingered the tip of his cane nervously, spinning it against his palm then running his long digits against the emerald eyes of the snake portrayed at the tip.

Hermione set the brandy on the table and assumed a seat on the love seat across from him, cradling the brandy between her palms. "Lucius, what is it? Have you been forced to concede something about the school again?"

Lucius took the brandy and drank down a fair amount of it. The act was so unlike the meticulously proper man that Hermione sat forward, concern compelling her to stop the progress of his glass. "Lucius, what is it? Is it Teddy? Have you found him?"

Lucius covered his eyes with a shaking hand. "We tried so hard to find him. Perhaps if I could have gone myself... But there was so much to do and the military was threatening... And you with the pregnancy... I am sorry Hermione. Truly."

"Oh, poor Tonks." Hermione breathed. "Is he... dead?"

"It's not my wife‘s son. I almost wish it were." Lucius gave a sobbing laugh. "Draco has been found."

Hermione sank into a boneless faint.

&*&*&

Drew... no, Draco --if the grim-faced men behind the wall were to be believed-- sat in a holding room in someplace called the Auror's office in a labyrinthine building in the centre of London. Niamh paced restively as Maeve fussed alternately between her two children. "Dear, sit down, you'll wear yourself out."

"You know they can't hold us. We're British citizens," Niamh raved. "I can't believe how they took us... Bastards."

"Niamh! Enough of that." Maeve shouted in outrage. "Sit, now! You're not too old to punish."

Niamh sat next to her brother, her arms crossed over her chest. Drew took her hand. "I'm sorry I've caused so much trouble, Mum, Niamh. I wish I knew..."

Maeve put her fleshy arm around his shoulder, "It's all right, Young Dre... Draco? Damn, I don't know what to call you now."

The older woman's calm façade cracked and she burst into tears. "I just realised I don't know you."

"That makes two of us." Drew answered over her soft sobs. "I am sorry for all the trouble I've caused you."

Maeve hugged her son and Niamh joined them.

An older woman entered dressed in a green robe with a strange insignia on the pocket. "I'm Healer Bronwen. I would like permission to examine you, Mr. Malfoy."

Drew broke away from the embrace of his family, but still held their hands as he stood. "Are you certain I am this Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes," the woman answered, her gaze unwavering. "With the blood sample we obtained earlier from you and those from both you and your father and your son... You are Draco Malfoy without a doubt."

"Son?" Draco felt Maeve clutching his shoulder and leaned heavily upon her. "I have a son?"

He felt the prick of tears as he closed his eyes. "And a wife?"

"Mr. Malfoy, please just let me examine you and then you can speak to your father about all this." Draco followed the Healer's outstretched hand into the next room with a longing look at the family that he had come to love over the last four years. Niamh waved at him, a sad smile on her angelic face.

&*&*&

The next two hours were the worst and best of what Draco could remember of his life. His father, a man to whom Draco bore a striking resemblance, greeted him along with a dark, homely man. Draco felt a flickering of remembrance as the man scowled at the Healer's pronouncement of the younger man's health. He seemed to see the dark man in the fumes of some chemistry project, his features stern as he spoke harshly to a young, dark-haired boy with green eyes.

Draco turned his attention to the man that was his father. A deep feeling of unease settled over him as the older man greeted him coolly. "Son."

A flashing knife was all he could see, covered in blood, his ears filled with feminine screams. Draco covered his face. "I don't know you."

Please forgive me... Father he made me do it... Please help me. I killed her... Mother....

Draco shook with the intensity of the words echoing in his head before he took possession of his emotions. "Do I have a mother?"

The two older men looked at each other, a speaking gaze passed between them, before the man named Father spoke, "There is time enough for the rest of your story, Dragon. It is good that you are found. Please, introduce me to the family who cared for you, I should like to thank them."

"Let me speak to them, first." Draco answered, still uncomfortable about addressing the man by his title. "I would like to tell them... everything that I know."

The blond man inclined his head graciously, "Certainly, I am sure you have become quite beholden to them."

Had Draco not seen the fleeting pain in the man's eyes, he would have assumed the man hated him, so cool was his demeanour.

&*&*&

Hermione spent the night in Malfoy Manor surrounded by Tonks and Ginny. The three women alternated in their vigil before the Floo, each taking turns pacing as the hours dragged by. At midnight, Hermione was the only one still awake, Ginny, as a new mother, too exhausted to stay awake and Tonks was fatigued from her stressful work duties. Both made their apologetic excuses and left. Hermione found herself dozing as the Floo flared to life. Severus and Lucius stepped through in rapid succession and Hermione greeted them mutely.

"I should have known you would still be awake." The Headmaster complained, in exasperation on seeing Hermione. Severus, never one for physical demonstration, patted Hermione's shoulder with two sharp raps. "He's coming through with a few guests."

The Floo flared again and a middle-aged couple stepped through, followed by two lanky young men, a pretty eighteen year-old girl and then a young blonde girl. The family looked around in awe of the surroundings as Draco stepped through.

Hermione felt Snape's touch on her shoulder as the man he had become stood with the family and made the introductions. He spared no glance toward her. She felt numb as he told his story. He had amnesia and could remember nothing before being found in Little Hangleton by the Avery family.

Lucius stepped forward and graciously offered the family refreshments. The young man called Harold nodded his assent, but the rest gravitated around Draco whom they called Drew.

The older woman turned her attention to Hermione. "You must be the one they told us about. The mother of his child."

Hermione could sense only perplexity coming from the older woman and nodded her response, too sure if she spoke that the sob trying to choke her would erupt. Maeve Avery stepped forward and hugged Hermione. The witch dissolved in tears, the anguish at finally knowing what had happened to Draco overcoming her. He did not know her and probably never would. "Shh... Dear, I'm sure he still has feelings for you, just let him get to know you."

Hermione felt a soft touch on her arm and she looked up into Draco/not Draco's troubled eyes, the expression in them achingly familiar, yet changed. "I am sorry, Miss, to cause you such distress."

Hermione fled the room.


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