Draco : The Return

Just hold me, please

Hermione felt her blood boil, rushing to her skin. Her mind ran a million times an hour, running, turning, twisting inside her. Fred's grip on her becmae slightly lose, and Hermione, without thinking, pushed through his arms and charge towards Draco 'Bring them back!' She screamed, pointing her wand to his neck, pressing agasint his ligth skin 'I saidbring them back!'.

Draco, puzzled, looked to Fred, as if to ask 'What is she going on about?'. He looked down at her, his eyes scowering at her face. 'I said bring them back!' She yelled 'Pull up your sleeve, show your mark and-'

'Call them' Draco whispered, finishing her sentence. He gulped, slowy un-doing the cufflins on his suit. Sighing, he rolled it up, showing his dark tattooed mark, permentlty reminding him of his past. Many gasped and turned away in horror. Hermione pointed to his pocket, aiming at his wand 'Get it out, and call-' Suddenly Draco turned on his heel, flicking Hermione around and warpping his arms around her, her back firmly pressed by his large hands. Hermione fouggth agaisnt him, yelling 'Let me go! You've got to bring them back! I'm going to kill them!' She cried. Draco smoothed down her hair and kissed her head 'You're not going to hurt anybody, I won't let you' He whispered 'That won't bring them back'.

'I just want them back, Draco...' Hermione's sobbing voice slowed and murmed as she buried herself into his chest 'I love them so much'.

Fred watched on, his left arm rubbing agaisnt hisother, that held his wand firmly. Beside him were the two bodies of what he hoped would one day be his parent in laws, but now they were dead, laying only feet away. He stood and watched the woman he loved, slowly fall in love with another man, while behind him photographers framed the memory he hoped he could forget.

'How is she?' Harry asked, as Ginny came in, placing the cold tea in the kitchen. 'She didnt touch it' Ginny sighed 'She hasn't eaten in days'. Harry shook his head and wrapped his arms around her, his hands snaking around her waste. Ginny let out a small sob into hi shoulder, she hated this. 'I thought it was over' She whispered, looking over his shoulder ito the fire, the logs crisped and burnt away. 'Didn't we all?' Harry said, kissing his head.

The common room door cracked open and Ron and George both appeared. Ginny gasped and ran over to George, he hugged her tightly, he had missed his youngest and only sister. Ron, who look sickly pale, stumbled over to the lounge, falling onto the sofa. Harry sat beside him 'What's wrong?' He asked, placing a firm hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron shook his head and a suddenly stood up, running over to the bin, throwing up  large amount of yellowy - green vomit. Ginny ran over to him, grabbing the bin under his chin 'Come on, lets take you upstairs'. Harry could only watch as his best friend stumbled off up the stairs. 

George gritted his teeth, pulling his hand through his hair. Harry thought, as George paced towards him, he was going to sit down, but instead he grabbed his wand and yelled 'Wingardium Leviosa!' before smashing it agaisnt the wall, causing Harry to jummp onto the floor. 'Bloody hell, George!' He yelled 'Are you trying to kill me?!'. Ginny came running down the stairs 'What on earth are you doing, George?!' She yelled 'Do you understand how hard it is to get Hermione and Ron asleep!'.

George sighed, before bursting into laughter, along with Harry. Ginny folded her arms 'I do not find this funny boys!'

George clutched his belly 'Do you understand how much you sound like mum?' He laughed. Harry leaned on the wall, laughing hysterically 'You defintely sound like Molly, you really sound like a mum, are you sure you're not pregnant, Ginny?'. Harry and George roared with laughter, this was the most fun they had had since everything. But it came to quick ending as their laughter stopped, realising what had been said. 'You're not...?' Harry started. Ginny gulped and put a hand on her belly '3 weeks'.

George gasped and Harry froze, staring at Ginny's hand that shook, slightly, on her belly. Ginny's eyes welled up with tears and stepped towards him 'I'm so sorry, Harry. I know you don't want a baby at the momment and especially as we aren't even married but-'

Harry smiled and grabbed Ginny, pulling her into him 'I love you!' He gleamed and Ginny giggled, tears of happiness flowing down her cheeks. George smiled and watched on, his eyes soon dragged towards the sofa that in a sudden outburst of anger, he had thrown into the wall, nearly killing one of the best wizards of all time. His eyes soon looked across to the staircase where a medium sized, skinny girl stood, her chestnut brown hair curling beside her shoulders. 'Hermione, did you hear?!' Harry said running over to her 'Ginny's pregnant!'. She smiled and hugged them both 'Congratulations' although it was sincere, her voice doubted it.

Ginny and Harry soon ran off and left Hermione alone with George. She sighed, turning around, heading for the stairs. George huffed loudly and followed her, to Hermione's suprisement. She turned around and whispered 'I'm going to bed George, maybe we can catch up another day...I - I just need to rest, ok?' But he wouldn't, instead he raised his eyebrow 'I haven't seen Draco for a while'. Hermione felt her heart drop, she hadn't seen him for 3 days, since her parents had been, found. She guessed it was because she had embarrased him infront of lots of journalists, which had perfectly framed and named that momment; Granger points the blame of her parents on Malfoy Jr, ex death eater and traitor.

George pushed past her small, timide fram and opened her door, sighing when he saw it was empty. 'What were you expectinng? To find Draco in my bed, topless?'

'I wouldn't be suprised' George said, sitting on her bed 'The way you two are, I just think you were-'

'No George!' Hermione sighed 'There's nothing between us, he's just my friend. He knows me very well and I love him as a friend!'. Hermione sat next to George, resting her head on his shoulder.

'I love you' He whispered, kissing her neck, softly. She didn't reply, he just kept kissing her, pulling her onto the bed. Hermione remebered when she used to enjoy his presence, but now she only missed Draco's.