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

41 - Funny Bones

In the dark, dark country there was a dark, dark lane.

And down that dark, dark lane there was a dark, dark manor ground.

And in the dark, dark manor ground there grew a dark, dark tree.

And in that dark, dark tree there was a dark, dark house.

And in the dark, dark house...

...a little boy who would do anything to make his mummy happy lived.

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When I woke up the next morning, I had no reason at first to believe that anything was wrong.

A pair of strong, sinewy arms tightened around me as Draco pressed our bodies together. I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my back and I closed my eyes tight shut, trying to hold on to that moment.

If I did not wake up, refused to acknowledge the day ahead of us, then maybe it did not have to happen and I could lay there in Draco's arms forever.

We had discussed it late into the previous night what the plan was. Crabbe was to call an urgent meeting with Umbridge away from her office. Draco would use that time to break into her office and steal the Sorting Hat.

He would then track down Voldemort, with the help of Crabbe's information, kill the snake, then kill Voldemort himself.

Sounded so simple... and incredibly idiotic and dangerous. Yet, what other choice did we have? It had been pretty much Harry Potter's plan all along too.

A soft grizzle sounded from the cot at the far end of the room.

"I'll go," Draco murmured sleepily in my ear.

I could tell he was as reluctant as I was to begin the day though, and he left it a fraction longer than he normally would to unravel his arms from around me, leaving me feeling empty and cold as he rolled off the bed.

Just one more day, I silently begged as I watched him scoop his son out of the cot and lovingly nuzzle his cheek against the top of wispy white-blond hair. Please, Drac... just one more day.

But we had agreed that there was never going to be a time when we were ready, and we had to think of Jack and of Scorpius and of the futures they both deserved.

They came first, they always came first.

I sadly watched Draco quietly slip out of the room, taking Scorpius for his morning feed, and I tried not to think about how much Draco's heart must be breaking as he fed his son for possibly the last ever time.

Turning over, I went to reach out for Jack, only to discover the space where he slept was empty.

"Jack?" I whispered, lifting my head to look around the room.

That's funny, Jack never usually got up before us. I squinted at the clock. Six am. Seemed a little early for Narcissa to have come and woken him for his breakfast.

I realised Orion was missing too, and surmised that he must be wherever Jack was, obviously gone exploring around the treehouse. I crossed my fingers that they hadn't done anything daft like wake Ginny up.

Knowing I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep without any of my boys, I hopped into the shower and got ready for the day.

Plodding into the kitchen twenty minutes later, I paused at the doorway to watch the scene in front of me.

Draco was sat at the kitchen table with his almost four month old son in his lap, feeding him a bottle. To my surprise, Lucius was sat at the other end and I realised Draco was talking to him as Narcissa cluttered around in the background making coffee.