Chapter 8: My own private hell…

 

 

~*~* Draco’s P.O.V. ~*~*

 

 

I never thought there’d be a day that I could feel like that for him, but here it is September 28^th 1997 and I actually felt sorry for Harry Potter…there I admit it. The boy who lived, the hero of our world, the defeater of Voldemort…the love of Hermione’s life…the leader of the golden trio…was someone I actually felt pity for.  I stood by the window and watched as he sunk the shovel back into the hard, cold earth and lift a pile before swinging it over his shoulder to a small mound that he had already had dug and the other his mate…his best friend about 50 feet away doing the same. It was after 11:00 pm. Mione lay in peaceful sleep dressed warmly for a change as the nights had began to cool. She lay on her side one hand on her small slightly bulging stomach the other on her pillow beside her cheek…He ached just looking at her. He got up and began to pace. He loved her…he knew it as did she…he wanted her more then his next breath…Draco Malcolm Xavier Malfroy lover Hermione Clara Granger-Black. She made him feel good. Her presence soothing to his frazzled nerves…Though no one could tell, for years His father taught him to be in complete control…show nothing…not a blink or smirk a flash or a twitch. Years and years of this had been sunk into his brain. This was one up he had on everyone here at this school. The blank stares were reflexive. The cool malicious voice as intimidating as always, the epitome of control…that was what he had learned from his father, eat it, breath it, smell it, feel it…either learn or be punished…and punished he was till he learned. He closed his eyes trying to erase those memories that still sometime plagued his unconscious state.  He went back to the window to see the two boys still shoveling. He watched as the caretaker motioned for them. They stopped and looked over. He looked at the large holes they had dug nodded his head and assumable dismissed them. The climbed out of the holes grabbed the cloaks they had set away for the dirt and raggedly walked back to the castle. Draco turned away and threw on the cloak that shimmered softly before sealing him from sight. He pushed the door open quietly and began walking briskly down the dark halls, light footed as always. He went down halls and up stairs, threw passageways finally coming to a stop in front of a large portrait of a white wolf on the edge of a dark forest…the ground white from snow and the moon highlighting the wolfs white coat. He stood to the side and waited. Listening for their foot steps about a minute later he heard them. He was impressed with his own speed. . He took the cloak off as they came near. Both stopping dead in their tracks he spoke quietly…

 

“Do you want to do this here or in there?” He said as he inclined his head towards the portrait that lead to their common room.

 

“In there.” Harry said a faint note of hope in his voice.

 

“Are where aloud to talk to you?” Ron asked as Harry whispered softly to the picture and the frame moved open to reveal a large opening in the stone wall. They walked threw and Draco looked around scanning everything. Their commons room nearly identical to Drumstags except in coloring.

 

“Yes, it’s only Mione you can’t speak to theirs nothing they can do about you talking to Ginny and me. She wants to know which one of you want to be godfather to Elizabeth-Emma and which one of you wants to be Ryan-Phillip’s. Ginny’s going to give her a baby shower in November and wants to know if you want her to give Hermione any gifts. Here’s a list of things she needs.” Draco said taking 3 sheets of parchment out of his black pant pocket and handing it too them. They scanned the pages briefly looking over the list carefully. Harry looked up and asked in an inquiring voice…

 

“Ok, gotta ask what’s a breast pump…and why does she need one?” he asked with a grin. Draco smirked as well.

 

“Some muggle device…She wants to nurse the twins and she can use this to take the milk from her breast for them to drink if she can’t nurse them herself…I can’t even imagine what one of these things looks like.  She says there’s several different kinds, some hand pump, some battery operated, some you can plug in, some do one breast at a time, some do both, It was truly a very educating conversation…made me looking at breast in a whole new light.” He said with a smirk trying his damnedest not to laugh. Harry and Ron not bothering to contain their laughter, Draco finally failing in misery. After a few minutes they stopped taking slow deep breaths.

“Mind if I ask who else had the luxary of hearing this conversation.” Harry asked wishing he had been able to see the looks on the other peoples face as she spoke most likely in her usual profoundly educated voice…making the whole idea even funny.

 

“The whole of Drumstag, all the instructors in our house, the only people not laughing were the 12 other girls in the dorms and Celestial Fisher…fucking prick.” Draco said in a cold voice filled with loathing. Harry and Ron raised their brows in surprise.

 

“I take it you like him as much as we do?” Harry asked softly a hard look in his eyes.

 

“Enough to go by his brother’s gag gifts and use them on the Son of a bitch for the rest of the year…Ginny thinks she got a crush on him too….and both of us are in agreement on one thing were Fisher is concerned…So I gotta ask you two as well…Do you get a feeling of familiarity when your around him as if you know the guy…All three of us feel that way…and it’s driving us crazy why. None of us ever met him before we stepped foot in this fortress.”

 

“Ya, we were just talking about that…Polyjuice or maybe glamour?” Harry asked looking at Draco quizzedly.

 

“Nope, We slipped something in his drink that would take the effects off and nothing happened. So it’s not that, unless it’s some dark magic that even I haven’t been taught.” Draco said as his eyes turned blank and his face to granite.