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“I want you to choose me for once, and god, I know I don't deserve it, but I can't help wanting to be the one you choose.” Draco was nearly in tears by the time he finished. They just had sex, the room still smelled and the bed was rumpled. Draco had thrown over a shirt as soon as he noticed Harry gathering his belongings and leaving. He was going the girl Weasley, he knew it. What they had was just sex for Harry, but not for Draco, their time together was the highlight of his life, the way Harry explored his body, the sweet words he whispered on his skin, the conversations they had while they cuddled, it didn’t take long for the blond to catch feelings. And yet, he was not enough for Harry Freaking Potter to choose him. He was leaving once again, to go join his adoptive family and the ignorant girlfriend who was probably only waiting for the ring.
“I can’t, I'm sorry Draco but I can’t lose the only family I ever had, not for you,” he pulled away from Harry’s reach, feeling the burn behind his eyes. “Well then, don’t bother coming to me again, I am not someone you can keep in the shadows and come fuck whenever your girlfriend is not enough for you. We are done,” and with these words, he rushed past Harry, down the stairs and went to the chimney, grabbed some Floo Powder, and disappeared as soon as he snapped, “The Slytherin’s Den.”
Less than a second later, he stumbled through the sitting room, startling his friends who were invested in a game of chess. Blaise and Theo were the ones playing while Pansy was leaning against the latter enjoying the competitive mood, Greg and Millicent were on the couch talking lowly, still keeping an eye on the game and Daphne was sipping wine, sitting on the floor. It was perhaps more his expression than sudden appearance that startled his friends, he reflected later on. He was already crying and collapsed right on the edge of the chimney, hugging himself. “Darling what happened?” Pansy was the first one to react, coming to join him. Soon, he was surrounded by his concerned friends and it took him a while before he could utter the words, “it’s over between Harry and me, completely fucking over.”
A few months after the war and the trials, their year had been invited for the eight-year of school. Draco and debated not going, staying at home and lingering in humiliation, shame and guilt suited him better but according to his gratefully short punishment, it was compulsory for him to return to Hogwarts. As he was the only marked member of his Slytherin group, the others had a choice and so, he was joined by only Pansy, Blaise, and Theo. It was too hard for Greg to go back to the place he lost his best friend and Millie choose to stay with him. Daphne wanted to go back but her parents objected saying that there was no need for her to complete her education since she was going to be married soon enough, and so only the 4 of them went back for an eight-year. It was shit at first, with the stares, the snickers behind their back, and the obvious silence whenever they entered the common room. But they did what Slytherins do best, remained poised with their heads up. It was going very well thank you until someone decided to hex Draco while he was on his way to the library to join his friends. He had been startled and was hit with a body-binding curse, he had closed his eyes awaiting the hexes he knew he would receive when someone cursed loudly, disarming his attacker. It was freaking Potter saving him again. As he was released from the spell, he made the mistake of saying, “You didn’t need to save me, Potter, I deserved it.” The Saviour has cornered him and slowly said in a low tone, “don’t say that, you suffered too during the war, I saw you in that Manor, how the sparkle in your eyes was replaced by utter fear. You don’t deserve being hexed in a place that is supposed to be safe.” It was supposed to end here, his interaction with Potter, but then, two days later, he was accosted by the brute who pulled him into an empty classroom and kissed him. He felt the pressure of Potter’s lip on him all day, the way both their bodies pressed against each over and that was the beginning of him becoming Harry Potter’s dirty little secret. It had been ongoing for two years now before it crashed right before their eyes.
“I’m such an idiot right Pansy, I mean you warned me and I didn’t listen,” Draco was still lamenting a couple of hours later. He was now sprawled on the couch, head in Pansy’s lap and feet in Theo’s lap. Blaise was by the foot of the couch, his back to Draco. Greg and Millie had already disappeared upstairs and Daphne went back home. Draco had calmed down since then, but the searing pain in his heart was ever-present, and not even the tub of ice cream was helping cure the ache that his lover, well ex-lover left behind. “I found out I’m pregnant yesterday,” he suddenly announced when they all fell silent. “WHAT?” Blaise turned himself, looking at Draco in horror when Pansy let out a pained “no-ooo.” “Did he leave you for his girlfriend after you said that you were pregnant?” Theo added after a beat clearly pissed off. At that moment Draco wanted to lie and say ‘yes’, he wanted his friends to hate Harry and be angrier at him, for leaving Draco and breaking his heart but he could not do so to a man who inhabited his dreams and nightmares. “No, I don’t want him to choose me because he is a saint who will stay with me if he finds out I’m carrying his child,” at these words, he let out another sob. He wished he was enough, that the man who had all the pieces of his heart and soul would choose him, but that man was probably in another’s arm, not caring about the pieces he left behind and how he destroyed Draco’s life. “Well fuck him, marry me and I’ll pretend that I am pregnant with your child until you give birth, and then we can get a divorce afterward,” at Pansy’s words both Draco and Theo objected. “Pans, while I appreciate the offer, I cannot marry you, for one Blaise will kill me and two I don’t want to meet a painful death,” Blaise, the bastard, did not even deny Draco’s response, instead he added, “the only one who can put a ring on that finger, Darling is me.” Pansy, the shameless bint did not even blush, she just leaned forward and gave her boyfriend a rather bruising kiss. “Not while I’m in your lap please, plus I’m heartbroken and going to be a single dad so give me some sympathy, thank you.” “Oh shush, you have been enough of a Hufflepuff today. We will find somethi-”
“I’ll marry Draco!” Theo interrupted Pansy with a smirk, then he looked at his friend and asked, “will you marry me, Draco Lucius Malfoy?” Draco pondered for a beat how he ended up here. He had a two-year passionate affair with Harry Potter, is currently pregnant with his child, ended things with him a day after the pregnancy news, and now is being asked for marriage by the boy with whom he nearly lost his virginity. “But didn’t you have something going on with Longbottom? I thought it was going splendid,” with those words all the attention turned to Theo who did not hesitate to say that all Gryffindors were pricks and that Neville Longbottom has not replied to his letters for 2 weeks now. “Ouch, so I’m your second choice, but hey at least you chose me to be the replacement! So yes, Theo, honey, I will marry you!” There was a string of congratulations repeated by Pansy and Blaise and Draco rose up to kiss Theo on the cheeks, “to my fiancé!”
“Wait, why do I have to marry? I can’t be a single dad? I mean you guys will be around no matter what,” it was after some more ice cream and cuddling that this thought came to him. Blaise and Theo had just gone upstairs leaving Pansy with him. “Because it is not dignified for you to be one, you deserve respect and you have just started to earn it. Plus, that way Potter won’t suspect that child is his. Come now, up to bed.” Pansy pulled him up, directing him to his room. They have taken residence in one of the Malfoy’s property, far enough from civilization, and renamed the mansion, ‘The Slytherin’s Den’ a place for them all to be free to be themselves. Draco has been spending most of his time in a pretty little apartment that Harry bought for both of them to spend time together and now it was safe to say, he had officially moved back with his friends.
“So I heard all about our little problem with Pansy, but don’t worry I have the perfect solution in mind,” Daphne exclaimed as soon as she walked in the next morning. The residents of the house had just woke up and come down for breakfast when she flooed it. “My parents have found me a spouse, he is a well respected French pureblood, who was quite smitten when he saw a picture of me in the prophet and decided to ask for my hand. He is handsome enough to marry so, I won’t object.” The series of congratulations resonated in Draco’s head for a beat, he waited for it to calm down before asking, “how does that solve our problem exactly?” “Well my friend, once you and Theo marry and I move to be with my husband, you guys can move there and spend the whole of your pregnancy there, ensuring privacy and reducing any risk of suspicions from Potter’s head. And, I would also like my friends with me as I move into a totally unknown place.” She gave them all a sheepish smile and to her delight, Draco, looked at all their friends before exclaiming, “who wants to move to fucking France?!” The answer came almost immediately as everyone around the table raised their mugs saying, “me!”
“France, be ready for the den of snakes!”
*The Prophet Cover Page*
According to one of our sources, just yesterday morning the redeemed Death-Eater, Draco Malfoy tied the knot to one of his closest friends Theo Nott in a private ceremony at an undisclosed location. It seems after the unexpected wedding, the newly-wed couple left along with their close friends took a ONE WAY portkey abroad. Does that mean the ex-Slytherins had had enough with England and its post-war judgment? (Turn to page 4 for detailed article)