Marilyn Bradford and the Inheritance

Acceptance

I regretted rejecting him, now knowing that I shouldn't have done what I did to him even though it was too late to take any of it back.

"Fucking hell." I muttered as another shock of pain went through my petite body, leaving me a crying mess on the bed.

I tried to go back to the happiest day of my life in an attempt to ignore the pain and push through it even though I knew it was pointless...

It took one romantic and steamy night, nine long months, and twelve hours but I now successfully brought my precious little Sierra into the world. I held her in my arms for the second time after Ron passed her back to me, she was less than a minute old and she was already my everything. Bright green eyes looked up at me curiously and a small amount of auburn tinted hair was on top of her head as the rest of her body was dressed in soft clothes and wrapped in a light pink blanket.

"She's so cute." I cooed much to the amusement of those around me.

My parents were nowhere to be found but every member of the Weasley clan and almost everyone associated with them was in the room waiting to hold the baby girl that I was having a hard time letting go of. Ron kissed my forehead and pushed my hair out of my eyes as I looked up at him, placing a kiss on my lips as those around us awe-ed. Hermione, Ginny, and Molly were all in crying messes in the corner of the room as they patiently awaited their turn to hold the freckled beauty.

"You're so pretty!" I exclaimed happily, Ron chuckling from where he sat on the bed beside me.

"C-Can I hold her?" Ginny asked after tucking a piece of her long, straight red hair behind her ear, the only person brave enough to ask to hold her.

I nodded my head and reluctantly very carefully handed the newborn baby girl over to her aunt, the blushing Ginny.

"What did you decide to name her?" Fred asked since he and George were the last ones to walk in the room after the baby was born.

"Yeah," George began, "You guys have been arguing over what to name her for the least the last four months. You didn't name her like, Purple or something, right?"

I chuckled but shook my head anyway.

"I decided to name her Sierra." I answered.

"Sierra," Ron began, "I don't remember agreeing to that. Where did you come up with that?"

"I came up with it basically as she was popping out of me," I said, "Sierra Ashley Bradford-Weasley."

Ginny cooed at her niece and I smiled at her actions while Ron sat on the edge, worried about our new daughter.

"Well, that name is definitely a mouthful. Are you two planning on never having any other children so you needed to use every name you could think of for her?" Fred joked, successfully making everyone in the room except for Ginny, Molly, and Hermione burst out in laughter.

After nine months, my beautiful baby girl was brought to the world. Sierra Ashley Bradford-Weasley will one day be a household name thanks to the two strong pureblood lines that were running through her veins. She's perfect, there's no questioning it.

I was shaken out of my happy thoughts as another tidal wave a pain hit my body. I knew what I was getting into when I did this but the pain was still unbearable. It felt like a horrible combination of my entire Veela transformation, giving birth to Sierra, and the time I fell out of the window in the Astronomy Tower and broke most of the bones on the right side of my body. I heard small footsteps and when Ron got into bed beside me, my body was in a cold sweat. I felt him jolt from the bed and run out of the room. I was alone and left with just my thoughts and the pain shooting around in my body. Footsteps let me know that he returned and wasn't alone.

"My lord, Mister Weasley," Madam Pomfrey's voice began, "What happened to her?"

"I don't know, I was in the living area with my sister, Hermione, and Harry and when they left I came in here to go to bed. I walked in and when I pulled back the sheets she was just like this."

"Oh no," her voice began, "she rejected him."

"What? You mean I'm really not her mate?" he asked with worry in his voice.

"I'm sorry to say it, but no you're not. She must have found out who it was and rejected him. That's why she's reacting this way."

"How do we help her?"

"I don't know if we can. We need to find her in a moment when the pain isn't so strong and she's able to speak and be more comfortable." Madam Pomfrey explained.

I felt the bed sink as someone sat down on the edge and before I knew what was happening, my long dark brown hair was being was being pushed away from my face and soft hands were caressing my cheek.

"She has a fever, the highest I've seen in years. If only we could get in touch with her mate, then we'll be able to get her into a stable condition." she said, trailing off slightly since she wasn't sure if Ron knew that Draco was my mate.

"It's Mal-," he began only to cut himself off, "I mean, Draco. I know it is. She stayed behind and when he tried to talk to her she must have rejected him for some reason."

"Go to the Professor Snape and tell him to check on Mister Malfoy now!"

I heard Ron's footsteps running out of the room and I heard the door to enter our room close. I felt Madam Pomfrey hold something cold over my forehead and I jumped slightly at the feeling of something touching my skin.

"Shh, it's alright love. I just want to bring the fever down. I'm sure Professor Snape has something to help you a little."

A silence fell in the air around us and I listened closely to the area outside the room to see if anyone was coming anytime soon.

"Where is she?" a booming voice that made butterflies flutter around in my stomach asked.

"Don't forget that she rejected you," Ron's voice began, "You're just going in there to make her better. Why aren't you in pain, anyway?"

"Male Veela's have stronger tolerances. Plus she rejected me so she's going to get the worst side of it since she's the one going against her instincts."

I heard the door being pulled open and Madam Pomfrey stood up from where she sat with me on the bed. As the bedroom door opened, I felt the muscles and bones in my body relax to the point that the unbearable pain was now just a small shooting pain similar to cramps or contractions.

"Marilyn," Draco's worried voice began before her sat on the bed and pulled my into his arms, "Are you feeling better?"

I opened my eyes slowly for the first time in hours and was met with Draco's enticing grey eyes. I nodded my head and everyone in the room let out a sigh of relief.

"Madam Pomfrey," Draco began, looking away from my eyes but keeping his strong grip on my body, "What do we do to make her feel better?"

"The only permanent solution is for her to accept you. Anything else that we do will make her feel better but the pain will be brought back hours later when the potion wears off." Professor Snape's voice rang.

Draco's eyes went back down to mine and I bit my lip, not sure what to do especially since Ron was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Draco said, caressing my face as he pushed a piece of my long black locks out of my face.

"There has to be some other way. You can't solve every problem in the world by jumping into someone's arms and asking them to hold you. I don't understand it, why can't we just find some kind of potion?!" Ron said angrily as Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape brought him outside of the bedroom to calm him down.

"D-Draco," I began, something that was hard to do, "It hurts so bad, I'm sorry."

"I know beautiful, don't worry about it." he said as he smoothened down my hair.

"Draco, make it go away." I said through clenched teeth.

Draco leaned closer to me and placed a passionate kiss on my lips, every amount of pain I had before now leaving my body. I felt my bones snap back into place and I let out an involuntary moan against his lips. Draco pulled away from me and looked into my eyes as I stared into his, the two of us meeting in a mix of ice blue and cold grey.

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