Draco's Wife

Fading

(A/N: OKAY PPL. I'm not going to describe to you how babies are made. I'm trying to keep this story relatively PG, maybe PG13 if the critics are being hard. If you read all this way expecting a huge romantic scene then I'm sorry to disappoint. Hopefully, you're a reader enjoying a story, and you'll understand my decision; if you really need the satisfaction... read a small part from a different story and pretend it was this one... and then come back... because the story is not over! I don't feel like it would add much to the story even though it technically needs to happen... For anyone wondering how much longer the book will go on, don't fret, or do if you're enjoying it, but this should be the second to last chapter... should...)

When everyone left it felt like a big weight off my shoulders. It was nice that we didn't have to travel anywhere to be alone together. We had planned to take a honeymoon vacation in Italy, but we weren't planning on leaving for another two days. Draco sat across from me in his front room. We were sitting by the fire, which was burning despite the temperature. If I looked closely enough I could tell that he was smiling.

"You know we're married now," I began. He lifted his eyes to gaze at me.

"I do know, and now you never have to wear that wedding dress again," he joked.

"What? You didn't like it?" I defended. He laughed.

"I loved it, but I was just saying that you never have to wear it again... it's a one day thing," he explained.

"Well then... I guess you're right I will never wear it ever again... If that's how you really feel about it," I refuted attempting not to laugh. He tried to defend himself, but I interrupted him, "you're alright... what I was trying to say; we don't have to sit so far apart now... on opposite sides of the rooms it seems," I hinted leaning forward in my chair. He smirked.

"I suppose you're right," he gave in and hoisted himself out of the chair. He walked over to the couch I was sitting on and sat down next to me. Placing his arm over my shoulder, I snuggled into his side. I enjoyed the moment for as long as I could, but something was bothering me.

"Draco I learned something today," I stated. I heard him turn his head towards me, "and I don't know if I like it," I admitted.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Something crazy my mum told me," I whispered. It all seemed to be too soon... did I really want to hit him with the fact that I could die on our wedding night.

"Isn't your mum recovering from a memory curse?" he inquired. I sat up.

"You want me to be honest with you, right?" I asked suddenly.

"Of course, I do," he stated, "have you not been honest with me in the past?" he tried.

"No, it's not that..." I drifted, but couldn't think of a way to tell him. I could see why my mum was having such a hard time with telling me this, "would you still be happy without me?" I questioned. His face immediately turned to fear.

"Astoria! What does that even mean? Happy without you! My whole world would fall apart if my new wife disappeared! What on Earth are you talking about?" he demanded. Maybe, I shouldn't have started with that.

"It's just this stupid thing my mum said! Told... my sister and I today," I raised my voice, but I wasn't angry, "She basically told me I might die someday," I blurted.

"Die someday? Well, we are all going to die someday, aren't we? I'm surprised that I'm still alive... and my parents... how they're not in jail..." he sidetracked.

"I meant soon," I whispered. His eyes widened.

"What did she mean... what did she say?" he demanded. I could tell that he wanted to fix the problem immediately, but knew there was nothing he could do.