Reconstruction

Reconstruction


By: JayCee


Disclaimer: I, the author of Reconstruction, do not own any of the
characters, places, or ideas from the Harry Potter books written by JK
Rowling. All credit belongs to her besides the plot of this story. I am in
no way associated with JK Rowling or any of the companies associated with
her and her books.


~*~*~*~Chapter One~*~*~*~


It was getting late in the morning and Pansy knew that she should be waking up and getting the day started but the more she lay in her warm bed, she knew the task at hand would become harder. Pansy adjusted the pillow under her head while keeping her eyes closed and she sighed trying to catch a few more minutes of sleep. She was almost back into her slumber when an arm drifted across her bare stomach.


“Pansy, are you awake?” Greg asks her and she feels him kiss the back of her shoulder. He presses his naked body against her back and she knows what is on his morning agenda. It’s always on his morning agenda.


“Greg, I’m tired…” She tells him and it’s her usual answer to him after he asks her like this every morning, morning after morning.


“You’re always tired. How are you ever going to get pregnant with our child if we don’t ever make love,” Greg says the frustration dripping off of his voice. Pansy lets out a sigh and turn to face him. He has a depressed look on his face. It kills her to see him like this but she doesn’t want to have his child just yet. In two weeks it will have been 5 years ago since she last saw Draco and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She can’t stop thinking about the beautiful child they made in that one night and now is sleeping a few doors down from them. She hadn’t heard anything more from Draco since that night.


Greg killed the silence with a kiss on her lips startling her a bit. He’s sudden with his displays of affection but also gentle and she find that sweet. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her closer to him.


~*~*~*~


Pansy usually feels sorry for him. He loved her before Draco even showed an interest in her and she only married him so that she wasn’t a single mother. He took care of her and provided the huge Goyle Mansion that they resided in. He had an enormous wealth after his father passed away in the fight that eventually killed the Dark Lord. Things definitely could have been worse and she knew that.


Pansy watched him get off of the bed and pull a robe over his body. He turns to her and tells her that he loves her and she smiles back at him. Does she love him back? She wonders as he walks out of the room to wake up Casey. She pulls the blankets up around her body and she lies in the bed for a moment trying to collect her thoughts which were all over the place this particular morning.


Regina, our female house-elf, came bustling into the bedroom with a potion on a tray. “I heard the sounds of lovemaking and I thought Miss would need this,” She said in her typical squeaky voice. Pansy smiled at her grateful to have such a faithful and secretive house-elf. A couple years ago she confided in her about what had happened between Draco and her and that she wasn’t yet ready to have a child with Greg. Part of her didn’t want that step in their relationship. After having a talk, Regina had been supplying Pansy with potions that prevent that a pregnancy from ever happening. She drinks the potion and Gina leaves the room as quickly as she came. She decides that it’s definitely time to get out of bed.


~*~*~*~


“No…No…” he cries squirming on board that he is chained to in the dark. He opens his eyes but he can’t see anything.


“Crucio!” A man shouts and he squirms on the board in agony wishing he could just die. Maybe he was dead, he wondered and this was hell. Maybe he had been dead for years and this was his punishment.


The pain stopped coursing through his body and he took in a deep breath. The pain was too unbearable but the pain reminded him he was in fact still alive. He hears a door shut and after a few long moments his breath starts to come down and he drifts off into sleep.


~*~*~*~


“Casey, it’s time to wake up, princess,” Greg says running his fingers through her long blonde hair. She yawns before opening her eyes but as soon as she does open her eyes she smiles at him.


“Morning Daddy,” Casey says and sleepily opens her eyes. Greg looks down at her grey eyes and smiles back scooping her small four year old body up into his arms.


“Morning Case,” Greg replies giving her a quick kiss on her forehead. He touches her upturned nose and then asks her, “You ready for some breakfast?”


Casey yawns and nods her head. “Is Gina making me oatmeal?” She asks referring to the house-elf she had grown fond of.


“Just the way you like it,” Greg confirmed walking out of her room and to the kitchen. Casey clapped her hands behind Greg’s back and he sat her down in her chair. Pansy had just strolled into the kitchen herself and poured herself a cup of coffee and she smiled at her daughter as she sat down next to her.


“Mornin’ Mummy,” Casey smiled before taking an eager bite of her oatmeal Regina had just set in front of her.


“Good morning my darling,” Pansy said looking over her daughter amazed that one moment of shear passion created such a beautiful witch. Technically they didn’t know if she was a witch yet but they both knew the odds of her not becoming one were very slim. She hadn’t shown any signs of magic yet but Pansy’s mother informed her it wasn’t until she was five when she first performed some form of magic.


Casey got distracted from her oatmeal and started to play with her hair. Pansy noticed her looking back and forth from Greg and then Pansy and then at her own hair. It wouldn’t be long before she started asking why she didn’t really look like either of them although she did have Pansy’s nose.


Greg had already finished his food on his plate by the time Pansy had even taken a sip of her coffee.


“Well, I’ve got an important day ahead of me. I love you both very much,” Greg said standing up and walking over to Pansy and kissing her on the lips. He then went over to Casey and kissed her forehead. She looked up and smiled spitting out a bit of oatmeal in the process. Pansy laughed and wiped her mouth. She turned to say goodbye to her husband but before she could say anything he had his wand out and had tapped it on her stomach. “Conceivus Informante,” he said and when the color produced at the tip of his wand was red he huffed and cursed under his breath.


Pansy felt relieved that the charm had told them that she wasn’t pregnant after the morning but Greg on the other hand had the saddest look on his face.


“Tomorrow we’re going to St. Mungo’s and we’re going to find out why you aren’t having my child,” Greg said soundly as he apparated out of their house.


Pansy sighed and put her head in her hands. What was she going to do, she wondered. She couldn’t hide what she was doing from him forever but when the medi-witch saw that there was nothing wrong with either of them Greg was sure to know she was interfering somehow.


Pansy turns and looks at her daughter who is now too fascinated with her spoon and how it feels in her mouth to eat.


“Casey, why don’t we have a couple more bites, okay sweetie?” Pansy asks taking the spoon out of Casey’s mouth and giving her a couple more spoonfuls of oatmeal. Pansy attempts to have a piece of toast and gives up trying to figure out what she is going to do with Greg tomorrow at St. Mungo’s. Maybe it is time to tell him how she really feels, she thinks to herself and watches as Gina comes in the room and starts to take Casey away to get her ready for the day.


Pansy smiles and watches as the house-elf just barely bigger than her child leaves the room with Casey by her side and they look at each other in a way that Pansy never does with her own child. She wonders if it is because that is how she was raised with house-elves or if it is because every time she looks at Casey she is reminded of Draco and what they should have had together.


“Gina,” Pansy states stopping the house elf just has she is heading out of the room. “I’ll take care of my daughter today.”


Gina turns and says, “Are you sure ma’am? It is Gina’s pleasure to take care of the young lady.”


“Yes I’m sure. I think it will be good for us,” Pansy says getting up and going over to pick up Casey. “How about it Case, want to spend the day with your mum?” Casey lets out a giggle and Pansy smiles back.


~*~*~*~


The bell rang as Pansy opened the door with Casey trailing behind her holding onto the back of her pants. Casey reaches up and grabs Pansy’s hand and looks upward at the bell above their head. She smiles and then her mouth drops as she looks around at all of the bright colors in the shop. “Wow,” Casey says and let’s go of Pansy’s hand to go look at something a few feet away.


Pansy was surprised that she had never thought to bring Casey here. Well she was only partially surprised knowing that she didn’t get along with the owners too well. As if the thought of them triggered them to appear, Fred Weasley apparated before Pansy getting the attention of Casey just a couple feet away.


“Mummy, I thought Daddy was the only one who could do that,” Casey said feeling unsure of the person now in front of them. She slowly went over to Pansy and grabbed her hand.


“I never thought I would see you in here Pansy Parkinson,” Fred says folding his arms across her chest. Pansy hated the reaction she got from fellow students of Hogwarts. It seemed that she didn’t make ANY friends outside of her house and even through the war things only got worse and she was stereotyped for marrying a known Death Eater and carrying his child, or what people thought was his child.


“It’s Pansy Goyle now and I don’t think my Casey here should be punished for our hatred for each other,” Pansy said plainly letting go of Casey’s hand to stroke her soft blonde hair. Fred’s eyes traveled down to the small child before him. He crouched down and smiled at her.


“There are many wizards out there who can disappear and reappear wherever and whenever they want, maybe one day you’ll be able to do it too,” Fred said sweetly reaching into his apron and pulling out a gingerbread man. The gingerbread man winked and giggled at Casey and she reluctantly took it and bit off its arm. “Now what’ll I do with just one arm,” the gingerbread man said and Casey giggled again taking off the candied mouth leaving the cookie to be mute.


Fred stood up and looked at Pansy. “That’s one smart kid you have there. Normally they listen to him complain up until the end,” Fred says smiling.


“That’s almost cruel you know,” Pansy said relaxing a bit and smiling. Fred laughs and then looks down at Casey one more time.


“You know she looks nothing like Goyle,” he says in a whispered voice. Pansy looks down to see if Casey was paying attention to them but instead she was tickling the gingerbread man’s feet and watching it squirm in her hand.


“That isn’t necessarily a bad thing,” Pansy says trying to avoid the subject and lighten the moment at the same time.


“She looks a lot like Draco M…” Fred starts to say but Pansy cuts her off.


“That’s absurd, Greg is her father,” Pansy says getting flustered and about ready to leave. She grabs Casey’s free hand lightly and turns to leave.


“But Mummy I want more gingerbread men,” Casey whines.


“Yea, Mummy, she wants more gingerbread men,” Fred says in a singsong tone. Casey smiles up at Pansy.


“Alright we’ll take a dozen,” Pansy gives in and reaches into her money bag to pay for it. She walks over towards the register with Fred and he hands her a box and she gives him the money. Casey stays a few feet away finishing off the last of her cookie.


Fred gets her the change for the cookies and says to her in a whisper, “Does she know Goyle isn’t her father?”


“Thank you very much sir,” Pansy says as if nothing is wrong. She takes the box and grabs Casey’s hand on the way out of the store and doesn’t look back. This is why she never was associated with her own daughter in public; she should have known it would be this obvious. She had to get home as soon as possible. This could be very bad. Greg would definitely be mad.


~*~*~*~


“Scourgify,” A spell was cast upon him and he was clean for a while. Hatred boiled from within him. He wasn’t even a man anymore; he was just some sort of animal chained to a table in a dark room fed substances that shouldn’t even be called food and drinking water that had a taste to them. He ate as quickly as they commanded and he was chained up again. He never saw their faces but he knew that this was punishment for his cowardice. If he had only known what this time here would be like he would have killed him in a heartbeat and the old bastard would have understood what he was avoiding. He was so smart he would have understood.


“Eat,” he was commanded and the chains were free. He took the food like it was his salvation and devoured it as quickly as his mouth would allow. The plate disappeared and he was shoved back on the table and chained for another endless amount of time in his solitary prison.


When he was alone again he thought of her. He thought of how when he got out of there somehow she was going to make it all better. She would make him whole again. She would make him a man and they would have a perfect life together. Maybe they would even have a couple children and avoid their parent’s mistakes. He smiled and he felt positive for the first time in a while. She would keep him alive and he would return to her. He was positive of that but he just didn’t know how he was going to manage it.


~*~*~*~


Harry took a sip of bourbon and looked at his wife to his left. Hermione smiled at him and put her hand on top of his.


“I wish you didn’t have to drink before these meetings,” Hermione said her voice calm and full of concern.


“I wish you would mind your own business,” Harry said and watched as Hermione’s face fell. A pang of guilt course through him and he quickly kissed her cheek. “I’m sorry, I’ve just been thinking about everything that has happened in the last five years and it gets me edgy.”


“There are other ways to get rid of the edge besides alcohol, Harry,” Hermione said suggestively.


“Mmm, but we don’t have enough time for that,” Harry said with a grin on his face. Harry was surprised at times how attracted he was to Hermione. He never pictured them becoming as close as they were. He never pictured even being with her. It wasn’t the plan. He was supposed to marry Ginny after the war and have a huge family that he never had and Hermione was supposed to marry Ron and they all would live happily ever after. But after Ron died a week after Ginny lost her sanity in battle it was Ron’s dying wish for him to marry Hermione. Who was he to not follow is best mate’s wishes. He almost felt guilty at times that he desired Hermione as much as he did.


Hermione squeezed his leg under the table and Harry jumped a little at the contact and also as Professor McGonagall apparated into the kitchen at Grimmauld Place.


“What is this meeting about Professor?” Hermione asked as she sat down at the head of the table.


“I believe it is Fred Weasley’s news to tell,” she says and folds her arms on the table.


“Fred,” Harry says in disbelief. “That would be a first.”


Hermione swats Harry’s arm playfully and McGonagall notices the glass in front of Harry.


“I never pictured you to partake in alcohol to solve your problems, Harry,” She says and Harry lowers his head.


He takes a deep breath and says solemnly, “It’s this time of year. I guess I’ll never get over what happened four years ago.”


“I saw Ginny this morning in St. Mungo’s she was asking about you,” Professor McGonagall said conjuring herself up a glass of pumpkin juice.


“I was planning on visiting tomorrow. It’s just hard seeing her that way and knowing that I…” Harry started to say.


“Don’t you dare start this again Harry; you know that it isn’t your fault. You didn’t cast that curse at her,” Hermione explained putting her arm around Harry. She absolutely hated seeing him like this but she couldn’t remember a time that it wasn’t like this for him.


“I could have made her stay away from all of this…” Harry said his eyes getting teary.

“Like Ginny would have actually stayed away,” Hermione said remembering how stubborn the Weasley’s are.


Harry took another sip of his bourbon and found his glass gone as soon as it hit the table.


“That stuff will kill you Harry,” George said walking into the room followed by Fred.


Soon after Fred and George arrived, the kitchen was full of members of the Order of the Phoenix. They were all in their own worlds talking about their better lives now that Voldemort was gone. Tonks was now expecting a child with Remus Lupin and Moody had a new eye. Harry felt happy for a moment realizing how important that night that he killed Voldemort was to everyone. He couldn’t even imagine what it would be like if he was the one to perish that horrible night almost four years before.


Fred stood up and slowly got everyone’s attention. “We are glad that most of the known Death Eaters are dead or in the new secure Azkaban. We are glad that Voldemort is now gone, thanks to Harry, and our world is much safer now. But we’ve always wondered what happened to a specific ‘ferret’…”


“Are you saying you know where Draco Malfoy is?” Moody asked interrupting Fred’s obviously well planned out speech.


“Patience my good man, has anyone ever seen Pansy Parkinson’s child?” Fred asked looking around the room.


“I…” Hermione started to say that she had but the more she started to think about it the more it started to occur to her that she had only seen Pansy a handful of times by herself over the past five years.


“This is just as I thought. None of us have seen her daughter and today when she came into our shop I found out just why. It isn’t Greg Goyle’s daughter. The little girl I saw had long thin blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. I think that Pansy Parkinson has been hiding Draco Malfoy all along at the Goyle Mansion and Goyle is just the cover up to their twisted lies.”


“Now you can’t just go making accusations like that Mr. Weasley just because their daughter doesn’t look anything like them. There are lots of reasons why that could be. Before you go accusing the Goyle’s of anything I think you need to get some sort of proof.” Professor McGonagall said logically.


“This is why we need to go to the Goyle Mansion and ask some questions. When I confronted Pansy about her daughter’s likeness to Draco Malfoy she got really scared. I think we have something here,” Fred explained.


Harry perked right up and agreed, “I’ll go with you.”


~*~*~*~


Pansy lay on top of the bed in a satin red lingerie waiting for Greg to join her for bed. She had it all planned out. Regina had prepared some spell that would give the medi-witch the impression that she was pregnant when she wasn’t and it would buy her sometime. Now all she had to do is convince Greg that it was possible that she would be pregnant the following day and she was in the clear…at least for a little while.


Greg came into the room and his jaw dropped. He had never seen her look as beautiful as she did just then. He crossed the room and sat down on the bed next to her.


“Does this mean we’re going to try harder?” Greg asked letting his finger trail up her bare leg. He could already feel himself becoming aroused by her boldness.


“Oh I think we’re going to try VERY ‘hard’,” Pansy said climbing into his lap. She could feel how hard he was for her already and she grinned feeling sexy knowing she was the one who made him like that. Greg kissed the top of her cleavage that was pushing out of her lingerie. Pansy moaned at the contact of his lips on her skin.


Pansy couldn’t help the fact that she thought of Draco sometimes when she made love to Greg. She would imagine the large firm hands were actually Draco’s hands and how gentle and sweet he was the first and last time they made love.


She couldn’t help but get wet thinking about it. Greg noticed and slipped a finger under the red lingerie and up inside her core. Pansy threw her head back thinking of how hard he would make her come. She only came when she thought of Draco and in her head tonight she could think of no one else. Greg slipped another finger inside her and slowly started pumping his fingers into the spot he came to know and love. Pansy moaned loudly feeling herself become aroused to the point of no return. She wanted to ride Greg until his body went numb and then still keep going.


She pulled out Greg’s fingers from within her and got up so she could pull off his clothes. Once he was naked before her she took his large throbbing member into her mouth and began to tease him. Greg leaned back onto the bed and put his hand on the back of her head. It wasn’t that he didn’t love to see her making love to him with her mouth but he enjoyed being in control more. Once she had Greg wriggling on the bed she knew that he was close. She got up on top of him and he protested by flipping her under him and kissing her hard on the mouth.


While deep in a kiss he swiftly put his cock inside her and she whimpered at the sudden entrance. She always remembered the first time he was in her. It hurt like hell because she wasn’t excited enough and he was larger than Draco. It was overall a horrible experience but now Greg had learned what she liked. She liked him to be quick and romantic at the same time but most importantly she didn’t like it when he talked to her.


Greg had a feeling that she thought about Draco at times like this. He had a feeling it was the thought of Draco that pushed her over the edge but it didn’t matter to him because he was the one that made love to her and not him.


Greg began to pump inside of her giving her the friction to send her right over the edge. The sensation of her walls tightening around his cock was enough to send him over the ends emptying himself inside her.


~*~*~*~


Pansy sat on the toilet with her head in her hands. She was sobbing uncontrollably and trying to keep it quiet. Greg was probably asleep in the next room and she didn’t want to wake him. Pansy took a breath, reached for her wand, and performed the deceiving spell that would alter her appointment tomorrow.


Things should have never gotten this bad.


~*~*~*~


“Harry,” Hermione asked climbing into their bed. She pulled the blankets up around herself and turned to face her husband.


“Hmmm,” Harry asked just barely awake. He had forgotten to take off his glasses and Hermione leaned over and took them off of his face. She smiled and put them on the table next to their bed.


“What are you planning on doing with Malfoy when you find him?” She asked laying her head down on the pillow.


“I don’t know. I guess I just want the comfort of knowing if he is alive or dead,” Harry said simply turning to face Hermione. He looked into her eyes and Hermione could see how upset he was.


“You can’t kill him when he hasn’t done anything wrong,” Hermione said.


“Who said anything about killing him,” Harry said and then it dawned on him. “Why do you care so much about him anyway? He caused what happened at the end of our sixth year. He almost killed Dumbledore.”


“But he didn’t. I just don’t want you to get in trouble for doing something rash,” Hermione said reaching out to touch Harry’s face. Harry moved away suddenly from her touch.


“You probably liked him,” Harry said irrationally.


“Malfoy?!?” Hermione practically shrieked.


“Yea, you were probably in love with him.”


“Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?”


“Well were you?”


“Oh yes, while I was pining over Ron, I was also shagging Malfoy in the broom closet,” Hermione said turning her back towards Harry. “You’re not making sense, goodnight Harry.”


“Hermione?” Harry asked.


“Yes?”


“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. I…I just want this to be all over. I want things the way they should have been,”


Hermione turned back over and looked at Harry. Even thought it was dark she could make out the look in his eyes. “Things aren’t so bad, Harry,” She said moving closer to him in the bed so that there was no space between them. She could feel his breath on the top of her head. She could feel his heart beating in his chest. “We have each other.”


He bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and Harry wrapped his arm around her back pulling her even closer to him. Her fingers found their way into his messy hair and Harry deepened the kiss rolling over so that she was lying on top of him.


“Now what was that earlier about you relieving my edge?” Harry asked cheekily.


“Only if you relieve mine,” Hermione quipped back.


“I think that can be arranged Mrs. Potter,” Harry said with a grin pulling her lips to his once again.


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