A Multifandom Collection of Short Stories

3: Beyond Forever-Draco Malfoy

"Hey, Roni, are you ok?" Draco asks.

"Yeah, Malfoy, I'm fine," I say.

"Then get back out there!"

I wipe the blood from under my nose. I rise back up on my broom.

"So, Pottah, its gonna be like that?"

"Roni, I'm sorry," Harry says. I start to feel a headache, and my stomach churns.

"Oh, I'm gonna throw up," I say. I maneuver back to the sidelines. The Slytherin section of the audience boos me; I am their star Quiditch player after all.

My knees refuse to hold my weight, and I fall to the ground.

"Roni!" Malfoy shouts. I manage to get to my knees, then throw up.

"Bloody hell," I whisper. At this point, Draco reaches me.

"Roni, are you ok?"

"Screw you Potter!" I shout up to Harry. He starts to come down to apologize, but Ron stops him. He can tell I'm visibly pissed at Harry. My brother comes down to help Draco get me off the field.

"Are you ok?" He asks.

"I don't feel very good." My stomach clenches up, and I dry heave.

"Bloody hell," Ron says.

"What did you do Potter?" Draco shouts.

"I didn't do anything! All I did was run into her!" Harry yells.

Harry is now on the ground and he and Draco are screaming in each other's faces.

My brother, Ron, helps me to my dorm and helps me lay down.

"I'll let you know how the game ends." He pats my shoulder gently and leaves. I groan and go to the bathroom. My stomach is killing me. I change into a large t-shirt and climb in bed.

I'm Veronica, or Roni, I'm Ron's twin sister, and the only Weasley to be a Slytherin. Ron hated me at first and my family kind of disowned me. Especially when I started hanging around the Malfoy's. But they've gotten over it. I'm also the only Weasley with blonde hair. My younger sister Ginny absolutely hates me and thinks I was adopted. My older twin brothers, George and Fred, are my best friends besides Ron. We like to get into mischief together. My other brothers have nothing to do with me. Percy likes to boss me around.

After a while, I fall asleep. I wake up to the sound of my door opening. I sit up in bed and grab my wand. Hermoine walks in with Draco, Ron, Harry, Fred, and George.

"What did you bring him for?" I say, pointing my wand at Harry. "I think I'm gonna be sick again." I lay back down dramatically.

"Stop it Roni," Hermoine says. "He came to apologize."

"I don't want to talk to Harry. Or you Hermoine, as a matter of fact."

"Sorry guys, you know how she is," Ron says. Harry and Hermoine get the hint and leave. Draco stands in the back of my room behind my brothers. He crosses his arms over his chest. Ron sits on the end of my bed, and Fred and George stand behind him, making funny faces. I chuckle, and they stop when Ron turns and glares at them.

"Gee sorry Ron, just trying to lighten the mood," Fred says.

"Ugh get on with it," I groan.

"What happened out there?" Ron asks.

"It was all Harry's fault," I say, spitting out his name.

"Yeah, but what happened?" George presses.

"Fred, George, Ron, please leave. I need to talk to Draco." My eyes start to tear up. My brothers leave, and Draco's tough demeanor breaks.

"Roni, what is it?"

"Draco, do you remember what happened a month ago?"

"Of course, but- oh my God, Roni were you-?"

I nod through the tears.

"But Drac, what you don't know is that, I just lost the baby. I knew I shouldn't have been playing Quidditch, but I-I," I start to cry and Draco hugs me.

"Roni, it's ok, it's ok." Draco starts to cry, too.

"It's all Harry's fault."

"I'm going to kill him, that Harry Potter."

Ron comes back in with Hermoine.

"What happened in here?" He asks.

"I don't think you should-. Ron!" Hermoine says. Ron tears across the room and rips Draco from me.

"I thought you hated Weasley's, Malfoy!" Ron shouts.

"Ronald!" I yell. "Get off him!" Ron is now on top of Draco, his fist reared back. "Ron! Stop it!" I climb out from under my sheets. Ron notices the trail of dried blood on my thigh.

"I said, get off him, Ron."

"Roni, what happened? Just tell me." He gets off of Draco and comes over to me. He touches my arm gently.

Draco, sitting up, says: "I thought you hated Slytherins, Weasley."

"Shut up, Malfoy. Roni tell me."

"A-a month ago, Draco and I snuck out and, um, yeah. I knew I shouldn't have played, but I couldn't let my team down. When Harry ran into me, it caused me to miscarriage. I'm sorry I didn't tell you Ron, but I had to tell Draco first," I explain. This made Ron furious.

"You WHAT?" Ron screeches.

"Leave me alone, Ron, please. Let me be alone with Draco. I need time. Please don't tell Mom. I need to be the one to tell her."

Ron huffs and leaves. Hermoine, still standing there, stunned turns to leave.

"Please don't tell Harry," I say, barely above a whisper. "I don't want him to feel bad."

Hermoine nods, and leaves. Draco gets off the floor and snuggles with me in bed. He kisses my neck, and I bury a hand in his white-blond hair.

"What am I gonna do?" I whimper.

"We'll skip class and practice until you're better."

"They'll look for us. Especially Snape and McGonagall. I can't risk it. I'll have to go back to class on Monday. I'm sure I could find a pain killer spell, somewhere." I glance at the stack of spellbooks on my nightstand.

"You'll find a way. You always do," Draco says reassuringly.

"I love you so much Draco Malfoy."

"I love you too, Veronica Weasley."

"Promise me you'll stay with me forever."

"Beyond forever."