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Draco/Hermione- Foolish- Chapter 27

Title: Foolish
Author: blacksouledbutterfly (me)
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Summary: I always knew you would be the one to make me cry....

27- Draco
I froze. What in the hell...how the hell did my father know about Danica to begin with? How did he know I about her when I didn't even know until very recently? And why would he take her? How? No, he couldn't have taken her. He would have been recognized. We would have been told that he was the one that took Danica. But still, Pansy wouldn't lie about that. Not if her life was at stake. No, my father had Danica. This I believed to be true, but he didn't take her. Even if he was once able to shield himself when entering the house, surely the spell I cast on him, the one I thought had killed him, would have weakened him. He wouldn't be able to shield himself from everyone now. There would be no way. No, someone else had taken her, which meant Father wasn't working alone.

My hand fell away from Pansy's neck. Her face was turning a light shade of blue as she slid to the floor, her hand going to her neck. She was gasping for air.

Behind me I heard you let out a huge cry, so guttural, so full of hurt that it made my heart break in two. How did you, a mere woman affect me so? How did you tear down all the walls I built up over the years? It was uncanny how you forced me to love you when I tried so hard not to. Somehow I couldn't resist you, and you took control of my emotions and my heart more than anyone in the world before you.

I wanted to go to you, but when I turned my mother had already went to your side. She was kneeling down next to you, one hand on your back, rubbing in small circles like she use to do to me when I was a small child and I was really sick. She took the tea that had been brought in by Serena and held it out to you, coaxing you to drink something, telling her that it would make you feel a lot better. Of course, Mother knew that it wouldn't make you feel better, not really, considering our daughter was missing. It would only help calm your nerves, if only a little.

I turned my gaze back to Pansy, who's skin was returning to its normal shade. "Where does he have her?"

Pansy, who even though she had just experienced a near death experience hadn't lost any of her confidence or her courage, rolled her eyes in a rather bored fashion. "What makes you think I know?"

"You know that he has her."

"Yes, but does that logically mean I know every detail about the situation. All I know is that he had her. Simple as that."

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying," she defended. "I am his messenger. That's all. No one tells a messenger everything. Its a need-to-know basis. He doesn't think I need to know anything more than the fact that he has the little bastard child." She looked down at her nails all causally like. I had to give her credit. She sure was good at playing at being confident, but I had known her too long and her eyes gave her away. She was scared, but of what I couldn't say. "What the hell do you care about the mudblood's kid anyway?" she asked.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, Pansy, are you that naive, or don't tell me my father didn't tell you." I gave her a condescending smile. "You really are out of the loop."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"You honestly don't know why I care?"

"If I knew, Draco, I wouldn't have asked."

"Draco, be careful what you say," Mother told me, her voice calm. "You can't trust her, and she may use what you say against you."

"I'm not worried about that, Mother."

"I am," you said to me, your voice quiet. "Please, be careful, Draco."

I wanted to turn to look at you but I didn't. I couldn't. I decided that I needed to focus on the subject at hand. "Pansy, why do you suppose my father took Danica?"

She rolled her eyes once more. "That's obvious. He wanted to keep her away from you. He wanted to keep away the little mudblood bitch. He wanted her away from you."

"Now, now Pansy. You know that my father doesn't give a damn about me."

"He cares about your family honor which will be ruined if you were to stay around her."

I sighed. Was she really this stupid? I always knew she wasn't exactly smart, but this...this was pathetic. How could she be so dense? "Pansy, think long and hard before you answer this. Why do you think I was so upset about Danica being gone? Think before you answer know."

She opened her mouth and then closed it, glaring at me. She probably thought this was a trick question. "Because you're involved with the mudblood."

"That would get me angry, yes, but angry enough to kill you? I think not. Try again, Pansy."

"Look, I don't want to play mind games. Just tell me."

I crouched down in front of her, making it so our eyes met. "The reason, dear Pansy, is simple, but since your tiny little brain can't figure it out, I'll be polite and tell you myself. Danica, or as you refer to her, 'the bastard child', is my daughter."

She looked at me for a moment, her eyes blank and then she burst out laughing. She actually laughed. I was convinced then that there was something mentally wrong with her. She belonged in St. Mungo's, no doubt about it. "You almost had me believing that, Draco. Your face was so serious."

"He is telling the truth."

I turned to look at Mother. Why was she...wasn't she mad I hadn't told her when I found out? Wasn't she mad that I told Pansy before her? I searched her face, but she didn't seem mad. She seemed to be doing all she could to help me. And something else was on her face. A fierce pride I had never seen her show toward me before. She was proud of me. "Danica is Draco and Hermione's daughter. My granddaughter," Mother continued, on slender hand on her hips as she stood gracefully, leaving you kneeling on the floor, shaking violently with you cup placed between her hands, held tightly as though it were your lifeline. For a moment my mother looked like a phoenix risen from the ashes, full of more strength than I had seen from her in years. "You see, Pansy, there is nothing you can do to break the bonds between Draco and Hermione. They have a child. You can't erase that."

Pansy sputtered. "Bu-but-but...are you just going to let him through his life away on her?!?!"

"Yes, I am," she said, but she was smiling. "Draco loves Hermione. I find her a very pleasant girl. I don't care that she's muggle born. She is smart, and respectful, two things you are not. She is the mother of my grandchild. And most of all, my son loves her. Nothing else matters to me."

"But the Malfoy family honor-"

"That was my husband's soul concern for years. He sacrificed the happiness of his family for it. He watched as we fell apart and he didn't care. And I am ashamed I never stopped it. I let him hurt me for too long. I let him hurt Draco." Mother was crying. I don't remember the last time I saw her cry. It was so long ago. "I watched him try to make Draco into a younger version of himself, try to warp his mind. I stood back and let my son be miserable, watched him through away our son's life, but no more. From now on I do what's right for my son. What Lucius wants and believes isn't my concern anymore. Draco and his daughter and the woman he loves is. And I swear to you, if Danica gets hurt, I will hold you personally responsible."

"I'm not afraid of you," Pansy told her quietly.

Mother smiled, and even with the tears on her face the smile was evil. "Oh, but Pansy dear you should be. You know, a mother lion kills those who would hurt their young, and I am like a mother lion. Hurt my son and I will rip you to shreds."

I had forgotten until now. Sometimes Mother was really, really scary.
Tags: draco, draco/hermione, foolish, hermione, hermione/draco
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