Boy - (A 'Blaire Zabini' sequel) || Draco Malfoy

39 - The Trouble with Planning

"So, you think you're some kind of fucking hero now?"

I quickly slipped my hand into Draco's under the table, shooting daggers in Ginny's direction as I did so. It hadn't been easy for him to announce this, and she wasn't helping with her constant pessimistic attitude.

"And as if the hat would ever present the sword to a Slytherin," she continued to drawl derisively. "Although far be it for me to tell you that you'd be wasting your time. It's your death wish, after all."

"Do you want a fucking slap?" Pansy spat, rocking baby Rose in her arms, "he's trying to free your family here, which is more than what you've offered to do!"

"Oh please!" Ginny laughed, "he had one silly little night terror and now declares he's the 'chosen one' or some shit! Who the hell does he think he is?"

I'm not going to lie; one particular wizard sprang to mind. I choose not to share it despite the fact that the unspoken name hovered heavily in the air above our heads.

"Well, what the fuck do you propose we do, then?" Draco bristled as a muscle pulsed along his jawline, "Stay confined to this treehouse forever? Let your family rot and die as prisoners? And don't forget, we are all that's left of the resistance. You, me, Blaire, Crabbe, and Pansy. Sure, we have my parents, but my father is about as useful as a chocolate teapot and my mother needs to be around him twenty-four seven."

The five of us looked from one another silently, neither of us coming up with any bright ideas.

I felt as though we were completely out of our depth, wishing we still had Kingsley, a man who was used to leading such things. But sadly, according to Crabbe, he was one of the ones sent to the London dungeons to be tortured for information. It made me feel sick thinking about it.

"There's always Polyjuice Potion," Crabbe grunted as he thoughtfully rubbed his chin. "You could turn yer self in ter Umbridge or summit, get the Sorting Hat, get the sword and chop off the snake's head."

We looked to Crabbe in surprise. It actually was not a bad idea. Once we define the logistics of it, of course.

"See, what did I tell you all?" Pansy beamed, looking proudly up at her husband. "Big cock and big brains!"

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Ginny drawled, sounding bored by it all. "But if ferret boy's sushi skills do indeed prosper, then we've still got the little matter of actually killing the noseless twat. Oh yeah, and he's the owner of an unbeatable wand, so good luck with that."

"The elder wand's legend is just a myth," I reminded her, although quietly thinking that I would not want to test this theory out on anyone. "And besides, if the Horcruxes have all been destroyed then there are more ways of killing him other than wand duelling."

"Oh, you mean like pushing him down the stairs?" Pansy sat up eagerly as Rose grizzled in her arms, "I've always wanted to do that to someone."

Having evidently had enough, Ginny violently scraped her chair back and stormed out of the kitchen without a single word.

"We're never going to get anywhere," I sighed heavily as Draco and I held each other post fuck on the sofa that night. "There's just not enough of us to be able to organise this properly."

"There's nothing to organise," Draco murmured, his lips moving against my sweaty forehead as his arms held me a fraction tighter, "I'm going out there alone. It's safest way for everyone."

"But they'll kill you!" I flared, my heart racing frantically at the thought.

"If I can just get to the snake first, it won't matter. Without a Horcrux, he'll simply die of old age. We just have to hope that his death brings an end to this and that no one is in the wings waiting to take over."

Like Cedric, I thought darkly.

"How can you say it won't matter if you die?" I sobbed, burying my face in his neck, "and how would I go on without you?"

"You'd do it for the boys," he said vehemently, cupping the back of my head in his hand as he tilted his face down to look into my eyes. "I know you would, because you're the strong one out of the two of us, you always have been, and the boys need that. They need you."

"I need you," I choked. "And I've already lost too much, too many people. I can't take anymore. I've used up all my strength trying to keep it together and not breakdown, and I just can't do it anymore."

"Then cry for them," he said gently, tucking my hair behind my ear as his lips softly grazed my cheek. "Cry for them, Blaire."

And so, I did. Draco held me as I cried over Neville, cried over Bernard, Colin, Goyle and Fred. Over everyone we'd lost and the fear of losing more. I cried until I had nothing left inside, the entire time Draco just patiently held me whilst I wept against him, somehow his comfort preventing my heart from shattering completely.

Afterwards, we crept back to the bedroom, curling up on the bed with our son and Orion, our other son sleeping just metres away in his cot.

I could have stayed that way forever.

But it was selfish. And Draco was right; we needed to give our boys a future worth living.

As it turned out, the planning side of things was taken out of our hands.

Because in just one day, everything blew up in a spectacular fashion.

All thanks to Draco's wife.

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