Demolition Lovers | A Draco Malfoy Fanfiction | Sequel to Cemetery Drive

Chapter 1

Arabella Blanche Malfoy was only a month old when we got the call to say Elisa had gone into labour. Madeleine had kindly offered to look after her and Dorian alongside her own baby son Oliver who was nearly two months old. Thanking Madeleine and James profusely, my husband and I apparated to the front doors of Elisa's hospital. I was panicking to no end, Elisa's labour was way too early and I didn't know why. When the grand wood doors swung open, I was grateful for the soft breeze that they created, shielding me slightly from the warmth that late May brought. As our shoes clicked against the polished floor,  my heart began to race faster. Only one of Elisa's last pregnancies had been smooth and already this one had shown us all reason to believe that it was going to be hard. As her second set of twins it was certainly going to be difficult, even more so since she had been on bed rest since early April when her waters broke unexpectedly. Ahead of us was Ron, pacing the corridor, seeming much more panicked than any of his children, who were all scattered around the waiting room, sat in innocent silence. So as not to alarm the five little ones, I placed a hand comfortingly on Ron's shoulder. Draco had already disappeared, his faint footsteps still audible as he hurried to his office. 
"They won't let me in," he croaked, his voice low and shaken. "They kicked us out."
"Do they know?" I asked, subtly indicating the Weasley children behind him and Ron shook his head. 
Almost as soon as I had asked, I heard footsteps approaching us and turned to see Lolita heading straight towards the kids. 
"Qui est prêt à aller?" asked Lolita, her French rousing the attention of Juliet. 
"Mais Mémé, I want to stay with maman," Juliet countered, causing Ron to head off in the opposite direction. It was clearly all too much for him.
"Piglet," I murmured, stepping towards Juliet and crouching down to her level. "You can see mummy tomorrow but for now you need to go with Mémé, okay?"
Unmoving, Juliet watched as her siblings made their way over to Lolita, Joshua carrying Bonnie. 
"Piglet," I whispered again, urging Juliet to move. "Please."
"I don't want to go!"shouted Juliet, tears streaming down her face. "I want to stay with mummy!" 
Lolita leaned down and scooped the sobbing Juliet into her arm, soothing her and whispering to her granddaughter in French. Still screaming and crying, Juliet fought as Lolita tried to lift her into her arms. I watched as they made their way down the corridor, Juliet still trying to escape Lolita's grip. I had always thought Juliet was mature for her age, having to look after her siblings and often her twin brother, Juliet had always seemed to be older than eight years old. Watching Juliet cry as she tried to fight against Lolita, I realised just how young she really was and just how much of her life ahead of her she had to live. The scene before me was hard enough to watch as it was before Ron emerged from around the corner, his eyes red from crying. Pulling him into a hug, I rubbed Ron's back as he began to sob. 
"It's too soon," Ron whispered and I nodded against him, letting him know that I understood. 
Glancing up at the sound of more footsteps, I watched as my husband, expression grave and manner professional, slipped into Elisa's hospital room. 
"I don't know what to do, I don't even know if she's okay." The pain in Ron's voice broke my heart as he pulled away from my hug and stared at me. "It all happened so quickly, there had been a mix up with the potion she was taking after her waters broke and a healer gave her the wrong dosage. It reacted with... with her other potion and sent her into premature labour again."
Suddenly, Elisa's door swung open and a healer hurried out of it, a cot levitating beside her. Ron stared after it, obviously torn between following them or staying put to see Elisa.
                After a while, Ron and I were both sat against the wall beside the door, silence enveloping us as we waited. There had been no movement since the bassinet had been taken out nearly an hour beforehand until an oxygen machine was wheeled frantically around the corner and pushed through the doorway into Elisa's room. Ron and I stared at each other, sharing a look of panic.
"Was that-" Ron trailed off, unable to finish his sentence and I nodded gravely.
"She's going to be okay," I murmured hoarsely, not sure how much I believed it myself.
"I never got to say goodbye the first time."
The unspoken words between us alluded to the painful memories of the war that I knew still plagued us all. When Draco had carried Elisa through the doors of the Great Hall I had never felt so sick in my life. The thought of losing my best friend without getting to say goodbye wasn't something I ever wanted to go through again, yet it felt horribly as though history was repeating itself. The soft squeak of door hinges plucked me from my reverie and I glanced up to see my husband stood there distressed and tearful.
"What happened?" I asked softly.
"They kicked me out," he said, almost sounding shocked. "I'm their boss, they can't just fucking kick me out! What if she wakes up and none of us are there?"
"She... she's not awake?" Ron piped up, his voice broken and scared.
"We needed to perform a C-Section for the second baby and they kicked me out halfway through, they said I was too much of a liability."
If it wasn't for the dreadful situation we were in, I could have laughed. Draco was a liability, bless him, especially when it came to Elisa. Just as Draco came to sit beside me on the floor, Elisa's door swung open again and another bassinet was rushed down the corridor in the same direction as the first.
"What are they, Dray?" I asked, knowing Ron wanted to know but couldn't physically form the words himself.
"First was a boy." He smiled. "And the second was a girl."
Upon hearing this, Ron pushed himself off of the floor and headed towards the exit, mumbling about how he needed air. Seeing how much this was affecting Ron was almost too much for me. I had tried my hardest to be there for him, to keep him sane but when he left I couldn't help him. Dropping my he'd onto Draco's shoulder, I began to sob. Feeling my husband wrap his arms around me, I folded myself into his chest as I continued to sob my heart out, all the pain and worry I had for Elisa flooding out of me. My best friend meant so much to me, over the years she had taught me so much, built me up, made me a better person and I wasn't about to lose her now. Her presence in my life was completely unexpected but was now something I couldn't live without. Brought up in completely different ways, sorted into different houses and spending time with people on entirely opposite ends of the spectrum, meeting Elisa was fluke but was one of the best chances of my life. I couldn't lose her, not now, not ever.
                I stood, Joshua in my arms, his large eyes staring up at me. While Juliet's eyes were undoubtedly Ron's, Joshua's were Elisa's - bright, wide and full of hope. It was in that moment that I knew, I was going to do anything and everything I could to protect these babies. As Juliet's godmother I would make sure that she had everything she needed, that she knew that I was always there for her when she needed anything. I wanted to make sure Joshua knew that too. Even though they weren't mine, these babies already meant everything to me and fuck me if I wouldn't do everything in my power to keep them and their mother safe. 
                Perched on the edge of Elisa's hospital bed, I held Ron and Elisa's newborn son in arms. Elisa wasn't yet awake but the healers had finally let us all in to meet the babies. We weren't allowed to spend much time with the newborns before they were rushed away again to be monitored but we were making the most of the time we had. Their son's eyes were bright and green, again so clearly Elisa's, just as Joshua's were. Memories came flooding back of when Elisa was in hospital during the war, the machines attached to her all too familiar. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I looked back down at the baby boy in my arms and knew that I would move mountains for him and his twin sister, not to mention Ron and Elisa's other children. Again, even though these babies weren't mine, they already meant everything to me and fuck me if I wouldn't do everything in my power to keep them, their mother, their father and their siblings safe. 

"Did Draco tell you what happened?" Elisa asked, her voice rough and broken.
It was three days after I had held her son for the first time and my best friend was finally awake. She had only been awake for a few hours but we had given Ron some alone time with her before she started asking for me. Draco had been the first one allowed in but he had headed off to do some paperwork in his office, Ron out finding food for us all.
I shook my head. "Not everything. I know what caused it but-"
"But you don't know what it caused?"
I shook my head again, moving from my place on the hard plastic chair to sit beside Elisa on her bed.
"It looks like I need to get myself another wheelchair." Elisa sounded almost nostalgic and had a sad smile on her face.
"What do you mean, El?" 
"I can't walk anymore. But don't worry, I'm not too bothered."
I smiled a little. Trust my best friend not to care. Just as she went to speak again, a soft knock sounded at the door and a Healer entered with two bassinets. 
"They're ready for their afternoon feeding, Mrs Weasley."
The Healer placed the bassinets near to the bed and left swiftly as I rose from the bed to bring the bassinets closer to us. Elisa lifted her son from his crib and gestured to her daughter.
"Would you like to hold her?"
Swelling with pride, I lifted the baby girl from her cot and smiled when she blinked at me.
"Have you decided on any names?" I asked, my gaze still on the newborn's soft blue eyes. 
"Cassiopeia Evangeline for her," Elisa murmured and I grinned. It suited her so well. "And... I wanted to ask your permission about something."
Slightly confused, I looked up at my best friend. "My permission for what?"
"I wondered if you'd let me name him William." Silence fell over us both as tears pricked my eyes. "I understand if you're saving it, he is your father after all."
I shook my head to dispel the tears. "Of course you can, it would be an honour to let you name him William." 
"It's decided then. Cassiopeia Evangeline and William Mathieu."

-

 By my birthday, I was exhausted. I had forgotten how tiring it was to have a newborn around and Arabella was nearly 3 months old, meaning she was very fidgety. Dorian was playing with her on the sofa in the play room, dangling toys above her and giggling whenever she attempted to bat them away. I turned away for a second to tidy up some of Arabella's clothes that were strewn across the floor from where I had been changing her nappy a few minutes before. Suddenly, Arabella was giggling hysterically, the sound soft and sweet and I turned to see what the cause of her mirth was. Dorian was holding his eye, laughing just as hard and Arabella's toy was on the floor by my so's feet. 
"Dorian did... did your sister just throw her toy at you?" I asked incredulously and Dorian nodded, still laughing. 
Draco poked his head around the play room door and smiled at me. 
"Lunch is ready, chaton," Draco announced and Dorian ran out of the room, screaming about food. 
I chuckled at our son's antics as I lifted Arabella into my arms and followed my husband from the room. Placing Arabella down into the bassinet in the corner of the room, I pulled out my own chair and sat down. Draco pushed me in and made sure I was comfortable before dropping a kiss to my forehead. 
"Happy birthday, chaton."
Draco had cooked a grand roast dinner with all the trimmings and more meat than the three of us needed but I was sure the cats would enjoy being treated to some later. Watching Draco cut up Dorian's food made me swell with pride. He was such a good father to our two little children and once Dorian had his plate before him again, Draco turned his attention to Arabella. 
"She's finally asleep," he murmured. Our baby girl took a lot of persuading to get her to sleep but  once she was down she tended to sleep through a large portion of the night. At least until she got hungry around 4am. 
Turning my attention back to my food, I began to shovel food into my mouth. Draco was a surprisingly good cook and I could not fault him on any of the aspects of our meal. Thanking Draco profusely with my mouth full, my husband laughed at me, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Hungry are we?" Draco teased and I stuck my tongue out at him.
With Dorian and Arabella happy and healthy, I had never been happier. Draco and I were able to act like children without worrying about anything going wrong. I knew that this was the first time since before the war that I was this happy and I never wanted anybody to take that away from me.
        While we let our food go down and before Draco said he was going to bring out the enormous cake that he had baked for me, my husband brought out the gifts he had so neatly wrapped. Following behind him, Dorian held a small pile of presents that he had wrapped himself in one hand and in the other he held a cup of chocolate milkshake. Draco and I had ensured that we carried on the tradition of chocolate milkshake on special occasions or on nights that they couldn't sleep. The recipe was unchanging but it had always worked. Setting the presents down on the sofa beside me, Dorian climbed onto my lap and settled down comfortably. Draco had our baby girl in one arm and was levitating my presents before me, one arm behind his back. Settling Arabella on the floor under her pop-up mobile in the play room, Draco sent my gifts soaring next to Dorian's. Pulling out a bouquet of paper-white Narcissus flowers from behind his back, my husband handed them to me with a grin. 
"Happy birthday, chaton."
How did I get so lucky?