Choices

Chapter 7

Draco's POV:

Harry was looking at me not with hatred, but with curiosity. I didn't know where I was, and at the moment I don't care. He's looking at me. Like, actually looking. It makes me tingle with want and longing.

He steps closer to me, and I am frozen to the spot. What is he doing?

He is very close now, so close all I see are his vibrant green eyes staring into mine, and my breath hitches. He gently holds my chin, pulling his lips closer to mine. I close my eyes as his lips brush mine slightly, and I stifle a gasp. He suddenly pulls away, and when I open my eyes he is gone, replaced with my father.

"Draco Malfoy! What do you think you are doing?" He shouts.

"I....Uh....I..." I stutter.

"Stop dithering about and answer me. I raised you better than this."

"I don't understand. He came on to me!"

"But you want the idiot, don't you? You are in love with him."

"Yes." I said quietly.

"You are tainting the Malfoy name! How dare you! I thought I taught you better! I am no longer your father!"

I felt tears start to well up, but I didn't let them fall down my face. I watched as my father turned away from me and changed into Voldemort. He was holding Harry in a choke hold, and was smiling evilly.

"I should thank you Draco, for leading me right to The Boy Who Lived. Now let me show you what we do with loved ones that....well....don't agree."

He raised his wand as I felt my tears flowing freely now. I wanted to run at him, rip his wand out of his hand and snap it. I couldn't though, my feet felt like they were cemented to the ground and I couldn't move. I also couldn't speak, my tongue felt like lead in my mouth.

A green light flashed and right as it hit Harry I awoke, tangled in sheets and drenched in sweat.

I rubbed my hands on my face, trying to dissuade the headache pounding in my temple. I de-tangled myself, sighed exasperatedly, and went to take a shower to get rid of the nightmare.
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After a cold shower, I checked the time. 4am. Oh well, I probably wasn't going to be able to sleep anyway. I walked out of my room and went down the hall to Astoria's room. I opened the door slowly and quietly, not wanting to wake her.

She was sleeping peacefully on her side, her baby bump evident through the sheets. She was 8 1/2 months pregnant with our son Scorpius. I was excited to be a father, and nervous. I wanted to be to him what my father never was to me, a dad. My father was never my dad, in the feeling sense of the word. He was very distant and never took much time to acknowledge I was there, other than to point out my flaws. I was determined to be the best dad I could be, not someone Scorpius would know because I was biologically his father. I want him to call me daddy and come running into my arms after I come home from work. Then we would go into the living room and watch the fire, Scorpius falling asleep in my arms and me resting my head on Harry's shoulder. I suppose Albus would be there as well, and he would be in Harry's arms, asleep.

I sighed softly to myself. If only....

I walked out of Astoria's room and closed the door behind me. I had to leave for work in a half hour now, so I figured I might as well just leave. If I stayed any longer I know I would create too much stress for myself and get worked up. Might as well do something else I love to do beside daydream about Harry.

I walked out on the front stoop, and in an instant I was gone, apparating to the only place I could focus properly without being depressed.