The Lust Chase

Introduction

Remember I’m not editing any of this so if there’s spelling or grammatical errors and weird sentences/description, ignore it.

Teenagers are really stupid. Especially when teenagers are in love. Or rather, when teenagers think they’re in love.

I hope you know how much pain it brought me to write the paragraph. I am definitely gay. Eurgh.

My back fell back into the mattress and his lips connected with mine again, the summer thunder rumbling through the sky behind the curtains. I pulled his hands around my neck and leant closer to him, wanting as little space as possible to be between us. I just wanted to feel him against me, as close as physically possible, I wanted his body to be mine and mine to be his.

Draco Malfoy’s big cock pressed against my clothed pussy as it got bigger, reacting to the beating of my throbbing core. He was so hungry he ripped my jumper, nearly breaking my neck. I was sad because if he broke it, I would’ve been in immense pain and I’m a masochist. He ripped my lingerie bra with gay rainbows and strawberries on it in two and ate it. He latched onto my nipple and sucked out the cinnamon, chilli powder breast milk from the soft, bulging, chicken-like flesh.

I moaned “Moo,” like a cow. My skin started turning into cow fur as the milk dripped from his mouth, drizzling down his chest, into his boxers and up his peehole. His rod started ejaculating precum and my breast milk. I pushed him away from my coconuts, breaking his ribs and pulled off his boxers. “Daddy Malfoy, it’s so long,” I said. It was thicker than a tiger and could wrap around the world 300000 times. I wanted it shoved up my butthole. I bit into the tip and it crunched like doritos, cheeto dust oozing into my mouth.

“Enough,” Draco said, “I need you to save my cum for your needy, bloody hole. I was on my period by the way. I stripped myself and shoved my 11cm fingers into my coochie which had started meowing.

“Meow,” it said, “meow.”

“Shh little kitty cat,” Draco said, his tongue beginning to come out of his mouth. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes glowing and a purple, slimy tongue began coming out of his mouth. It was 1000cm long and covered in spikes. It stretched towards the meowing pussy and the pussy started purring when it stroked it, twisting ever so slightly.

I moaned, “Mmm, Dracy quacky.”

Draco quaked, “Ribbit, ribbit. Prepare to be penetrated.” He shoved his tongue into me and it tickled the inside of my uterus. Suddenly, 1000 gallons of sparkly, neon green cum with unicorns shot out of my pussy and the force made me take off. I flew into space, cum flooding the entire of Romania and I flew back down, landing into Draco’s wrinkly, branch-like penis that was thicker than 300 jars of pickles stacked on top of the empire state building which penetrated me instantly. It stretched out my pussy and the flaps started slapping Draco’s nipples.

“Mmm, daddy, wenimechaindasuma.”

“Toemaharbesun,” Draco squealed. His tongue reached over and started playing two trucks having sex on spotify. Draco grew muscles to match the music.

“Cum.” Draco squirted into me.

It would take me a long, long time to realise I would never love him in the way I should’ve. Not his personality, not his soul, just his body which I would one day hate as well. But at sixteen, the whole world seemed to fall into place when you had a boyfriend. We were both still children.

That’s why he left a year after our daughter was born. He wanted to stay a child for a little longer, escaping the strings tying him to one place, dwelling in the sweet euphoria of alcohol and drugs, tangled, sweaty sheets, lights and the pump of club music. He wanted to stay where the sun was bright and a white tinged yellow while basking in the warm waters of innocence. Leaving me to drown in the consequences of the actions that he would never take responsibility for. So I had to take the weight of it all.

I cradled the crying, screaming toddler, my head lowered as I ran through the rain, trying to grip my umbrella in my elbow. The rain was beating into my face and I adjusted the umbrella so it would block my toddler’s face, worried that the tears of the sky would entangle with her own. I finally reached my front door, the umbrella tumbling out of my grip and unlocked the door, clutching the toddler against my chest. I stumbled over the doorstep and dragged the umbrella inside with my foot, placing a kiss on my daughter’s head. I shut and locked the door as soon as it was closed.

“Shhh, Minaj, it’s okay,” I said, her disjunct, strained whaling puncturing the silence of the apartment. I sat down on the couch, rocking her back and forth. I tried feeding her, I checked her nappy, I put her in a cardigan in case she was cold, I took it off and stripped her down to just her vest to see if she was too warm, I did everything I could think of but still she kept crying and crying and crying. “Minaj, please,” I said, knowing full well she could barely understand what I was saying, “why won’t you be quiet?”

She didn’t start to calm down for hours later and it was time for her final feeding before bed. Her eyes drifted close and I changed her into pyjamas, placing her head and body down gently in her bed. I crept out of the bedroom and into the bathroom to use the toilet and brush my teeth, keeping the door wide open and straining my ears for any sound possible coming from our room. I went back into my room, opening my drawers while trying not to make a sound and lifting piles of clothes to try and find a clean pair of pyjamas. The drawer made a slight thud when it closed completely and I glanced over at Minaj, making sure there was no reaction from her at all.

I took off my shirt and faced myself in the mirror. There were dark, damp patches seeping through my bra and I had stretch marks streaked across my stomach. I pulled on my pyjamas, running my fingers through my hair, feeling the weeks worth of grease clinging onto each strand. I looked over at Minaj who was asleep, her head turned away from me and her hand clasped in a fist. Maybe I could shower now? She shifted in her sleep. But what if she woke up? What if something awful happened when I was gone? My back fell into the mattress and I shut my eyes tight, rolling nearer to the toddler. I wrapped the sheets around my body tight, watching her, inspecting her movements, waiting for a loud cry or desperate wriggle to wrench me from the dead silence of the room. But no matter how much I wanted my eyes to stay glued to her at all times, my eyes were too heavy to fight against. I plummeted into sleep but in what seemed like minutes, I was wide awake, the cry of a child jolting me away from the only safety I had left, sleep.
Chapter 1

I waited as the director made notes, glancing up at me every now and again. He moved aside his notes and sighed, looking up at me and propping himself up by his elbows.

“Look, Y/n,” he said, readjusting his glasses, “you’re good. You’re singing. You’re gifted.” A gave a smug smile.

“Thank you, that’s…”

“However,” he said, “appearance wise, you’re not good enough.” My heart sank. I looked down at myself, my eyes fixating on my stomach. “We need someone skinny. Someone who can act the part of a sixteen year old. You know, look good in crop tops and tight jeans. Surely that’s understandable?” I pressed a hand to my stomach.

“But,” I said, “I’m basically skinny. My stomach just looks a bit bloated, that’s all. And not being skinny is normal and fine and should be represented. You can still wear crop tops and jeans if you’re not skinny.” The director raised an eyebrow.

“A ‘bit bloated’?” he said, ignoring everything else I had just said. I clenched my fists.

“Yes,” I said, “I gave birth five months ago. I used to be skinnier. But that doesn’t matter anyway because you don’t need to be skinny…”

“Exactly,” he said, leaning forward and shaking his head, “you can’t look like a sixteen year old if you have the body of someone who’s given birth. Have a nice day.” I shook my head. I had to push it, I had a chance here.

“Wait…”

"Come along dear," my sister said, hurrying up to me and taking a hold of my arm." I released my fists and my shoulders slumped, deciding to give up. There was always the next audition.

My sister hurried me outside the audition room, muttering under her breath. Brown wisps of hair escaped her ponytail and she was wearing a smart, crisp shirt with jet, tailored trousers. Her eyes were defined with dark eyeliner and a clear outline of her cheekbones was visible on her face.

"God, I hate working for that man," she said, cursing. My eyes widened in surprise and she caught onto my expression, her cheeks reddening. "Sorry. Don't go back and tell him I said that or I'll be fired. Are you alright?" I hesitated.

"Minerva, you shouldn't risk talking shit behind his back, you could get fired and your husband wouldn't be happy about that." She rolled her eyes.

"Do you think, I, Minerva Mcgonagall, care what Harry Potter thinks?" I shrugged.

"He is your husband," I said. She shook her head and stopped in the middle of the hallway, her smile falling and her eyebrows creasing.

"Awe, Y/n, I really thought you had a chance. I'm so sorry for putting you in front of that horrid man." I shook my head, letting her pull me into an awkward hug.

"It's fine Minerva, you weren't to know. Now come on, I need to hurry up. I can't afford to pay more nursery fees for Minaj. I can barely pay for her nursery fees as it is." Minerva squeezed my shoulder.

"Why don't you move in with us so you don't have to pay so much for the apartment? Or go after Draco, the audacity he has to leave you and then not give you any child support..." I looked down at the ground. In truth, I had been getting strange envelopes of money through my door since he left. Those envelopes were the only reason I could still pay for the apartment and for Minaj's nursery fees. I knew they were from Draco. There was no name, no thoughts or emotions connected to the plain, wood coloured envelope and notes of money. The address was just a print out, words scrawled across a white, formal sticker in the default font of a word document. All done to keep us cut away from each other, to break the emotional connection strung out between us, to keep someone sane from the guilt seeping into the paper. I had not a single doubt that it was from Draco Malfoy.

"Don't be silly, you don't want me and a screaming, hyperactive toddler in your house. And neither does Harry. You know we're still on bad terms with each other from High School." She sighed.

"I know. But I'm worried about you. You should be enjoying the little time you have with your daughter but instead you're working 24/7, trying to pursue your dream career and making sure you and Minaj survive. You're not enjoying it." I shrugged.

"That's life, isn't it?" I said, dismissing her concerned expression, "look Minerva, it's fine. We're fine. Concentrate on yourself, alright?" I marched out the entrance, throwing the doors of the building open, the fresh, cold air rushing into my face and blowing my hair out behind me.

"Y/n!" Minerva called but I ignored her.

"Y/n!" A deeper voice exclaimed. I turned around, frowning and a boy with frizzy, jet black hair sprinting towards me with his hand outstretched. He shuddered to a halt in front of me with his hands on his knees, huffing and puffing for breath.

"Uhh, are you okay?"

"You were amazing, " he said, "honestly, your voice is so... have you ever considered music? You really should, look, I finish work in an hour. Can we meet up for coffee, I can get you a job offer as a musician maybe. I can't just let you walk out of here with nothing after I heard your voice." He had my complete attention now. I had been searching for a better paying job for months, something that might help me achieve my dreams even though I was a teen mum now. Even though music wasn't my main focus, it could pave the way for me becoming an actress. And that was what I wanted more than anything.

"This is all a bit sudden," I said. He let out a sigh.

"Yeah I'm sorry, this is a bit random but your voice," she said, "you deserve this. Look, we can get to know each other better. Then we can talk about this job. So, 4pm in the CosyCorner down the road?" I shifted awkwardly.

"I'd have to bring my daughter. I'm struggling to pay her nursery fees as it is so I can't afford to keep her there any longer."

"That's fine," he said, "I'll see you later." He ran off and a small smile crept onto my face as I watched him, Minerva walking up to me with her eyebrow raised.

"What was that?" I grinned.

"I'm going to be a musician."
Chapter 2

2 years later

My eyes followed him across the street and I swallowed as I saw him talk to the girl, knowing it was probably his girlfriend. My brain was spinning with anything that I could say to him. I could make him break up with her, I was so close to doing so but I sighed. No matter how much I wanted him to be mine, there was no use. I was a nineteen year old with a three year old.

But I was perfect. When I looked into the mirror and couldn't help but smirk at my reflection, a smirk that would make the boys fall onto their knees if they could see me. Or shall I say, this boy should be falling to his knees at the sight of me. I closed my eyes, slamming my fists down on my knees. This hot boy was meant to be mine. He was my property and I was going to get what was mine no matter what it took.

I had to think of something, anything that would... I was so desperate to find a solution that I didn't notice that the girl he was talking to was walking up to me at full speed. My stomach was suddenly alight with nerves when my eyes locked with hers. Her hair was drizzled with jet black, her curls falling over the mysterious black makeup covering her face. The only thing her hair and makeup didn't cover was the piercing, black eyes that I couldn't break away from. I started to notice the exact patterns of my breath as I followed my eyes down to her dress, the dark, bold splodges entwining with the velvet scarlet material, making her look ridiculously attractive.

I shoved the thoughts pounding through my head to the back of my mind. I was in love with the boy. I loved men. Men, they were beautiful, stunning, entrancing... she moved closer to me and my mind went blank, my full concentration snapping straight back onto her. 'Y/n?' she said. Bellatrix. It was Bellatrix Lestrange. My enemy. I bit my lip and I couldn't resist it anymore. I let myself look up and down her body, unblocking the ruthless images in my mind that my body wanted so badly. Women were hot in dresses. They were so sexy it hurt... My heart froze when four words were whispered in my ear.

"You're bad y/n. Bad." I let the words sink in, letting them play over and over again in my ear like a sweet, seductive melody. Just before I let my brain slip into the pleasure rippling through my body from the sound of those words, my eyes widened. I suddenly realised... How did she know I was into her?

"How... how do you know I'm into you Bellatrix?" I whispered.

'You're so fucking desperate.' I must be hearing things.

"What?" I said.

'Just admit it. You're desperate for me.' I hesitated. I was straight. I had to be straight. I don't know how this woman was making me feel this way...

'Y/n. You're gay for me and you know it." I closed my eyes and let out an exasperated breath. There was no point denying it. She could see right through the glass of the closet I had hidden in for so long.

"Yes. Yes I am."

"Good girl," someone murmured from behind me, tracing a finger down my back and I gasped. I turned and my eyes collided with hers, the black spilling over her eyes and flooding my senses with desire. For the first time, I saw her full face and I glanced at her lips, my veins electrified with lust. We had somehow teleported into my room and I was sat at my desk.

"B-bellatrix..?" She grinned, sexily opening her mouth and letting her eyes look me up and down with no shame in her expression.

"I haven't even done anything to you yet and you're already stuttering." My skin felt like it was on fire when her finger made contact with my skin, lifting my chin so I was staring directly up at her. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks and she caught onto my pinkening face in an instant. "I didn't realise how easy it would be to make you blush. Just say you want me Y/n."

"Bella..." She grabbed my wrists and pulled me onto my feet, slamming me up against the wall. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

"Say it." Before I could react her body pushed into mine and we were now only inches away from each other, our breathing and my thudding heart the only thing I could hear. It was all I wanted to hear. Her eyes up close were even more mesmerising than from afar and I couldn't drag myself away from the thought of what those lips could do to me, especially since they were so painfully close... Bellatrix kissed me before I could process what I was doing. I was enveloped with butterflies and the feeling of her lips on mine, kissing her back immediately. I was so gay.

"We'll take it slow," Bella said, "it's not like your daughter is going to be home anytime soon."

"Alright then," I said, kissing her and pulling her onto my body, "as long as you don't stop." Our faces were barely touching, each kiss intensifying and becoming hungrier and hungrier. We had never kissed like this before and it had begun to stir a new adrenaline through my body. She leant back, grinning when she made out my flustered face in the dark.

"Ready?"

"Uh huh," I replied.

"Say something if you want me to stop."

"Same thing goes for you," I said, something I didn't recognise flickering through her eyes.

"Where are we starting? Pussy or boobs?"

"Hmm," I said, running a finger down her chest," I think boobs." Her fingers crept under my shirt and started applying pressure, her open legs moving further up my body. "Oh my bloody days," I murmured, "more." She smirked, removing my upper garments and pressing into my tits which had begun to harden. The first moan escaped my mouth and Bella paused.

"Oh?" she said.

"Keep going."

"See if you can go louder then," she whispered and oh hell I did. After a few minutes of stimulation it was her turn. My eyes widened when I first heard her moan and I pressed harder, desperately craving to hear the sound again. It wasn't long before both our mouths were on each other's bodies and a tight knot had started to form in my stomach.

"I think we should pick the speed up a bit, don't you?" I said.

"Pussy?" she suggested.

"Pussy." Her fingers massaged the insides of my thighs before slowly working up my shorts. I jerked as soon as her finger came into contact with my clit and the knot in my stomach tightened.

"Damn, you're wet, aren't you?" I lifted up her dress and slid two fingers underneath her panties, raising an eyebrow.

"Damn, you're a hypocrite, aren't you?" She silenced me with a kiss and began to rub.

"Play time's up princess," she hisses, "get ready for what I'm about to do for you." Sweat dripped down my back and we both gasped for breath, the sheets sticking to our bodies. Bella got up and rummaged in her bag.

"What are you doing?" I asked, gasping in shock when I saw what she had.

"Though this might come in handy."

"Well aren't you a naughty girl," I said. Bella came back over to me, stroking my cheek and putting on the strap on. As soon as it was secure, she pulled the sheets over both of our bodies and started to kiss me again, my hand reaching down below.

"I think it's time to penetrate you." I bit her lip, burying my fingers in her hair.

"Go ahead," I said. She entered and I screamed. She thrusted herself into my body with all the strength she had and I screamed even louder. "Bella, Bellatrix..." I moaned. The knot in my stomach released and seconds later, I felt the warm liquid leaving my body. Bella grinded against me, the bed posts banging against the wall as our speed increased. I didn't understand why people had to fake moan as mine echoed through the entire apartment.

We finished half an hour later, both of us getting out of bed to pee.

"Should we watch a movie on my laptop?"

"Sure," she said, kissing my cheek and brushing the hair our of my face, "we should probably shower after."

"Good idea." She lay on my stomach the entire film as I stroked her head, both of us looking at each other an awful lot. She fell asleep before the movie finished and I cosied up into her body, knowing there was nowhere else I'd rather be in the entire room.

I suddenly jumped up onto my feet. "I need to pick up Minaj from nursery!" I ran out the door, my vagina and thighs still sticky from cum and sprinted to the nursery. For the entire duration of the run, I only had one thing on my mind. Bellatrix Lestrange.
Chapter 3

I held Bellatrix's hand and curtsied for Minerva and Harry.

"We're getting married," I said, kissing her lips. The last few months had been heaven. I knew this was the girl I was destined to marry. She was perfect. We were perfect. Minerva and Harry clapped.

"We're so happy for you!" they chorused. Bellatrix touched my stomach and we glanced at each other, grinning.

"We have something else to tell you..."

"So do we," Harry said, squeezing Minerva's hand. My eyes brightened.

"Oh my god, what is it?" I exclaimed, "are you having a baby? Are you renewing your vows? Are you planning a huge anniversary party..."

"We're getting a divorce." I stared at them.

"What?"

"He's gay," Minerva said, "he told me the day I confessed my feelings to him but I still convinced us that it would work. Of course, it didn't. Now what were you going to say?"

"I'm pregnant," I said. She threw the table across the room and glared at me.

"What?"

"I'm having a baby..."

"But what about Minaj?" she screamed. I frowned.

"Well, she's having a sibling."

"No," she said, "I do not accept this. Bring her to me immediately. I'm adopting her." I clenched my fists.

"What?"

"Listen sweetie pie it's okay," Bella said, "if she adopts Minaj we can live a wonderful life without her, me, you and the baby. It'll be as if you and Draco never happened. You were never a teen mother. You were never broke. You have your dream job, being an actress, a beautiful wife, a haunted mansion and a baby to be."

So Minerva adopted Minaj and I gave birth to Crookshanks Lestrange, an ugly, ginger cat. Bellatrix gave birth to Ariana Grande Lestrange a year later. By the way, me and Minerva aren't friends anymore.

……………………………………….……………….…………….

Me and Bellatrix were fucking one day when there was a knock on the door.

"Coming!" I shouted.

"I know you are," Bellatrix said, smirking. I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up wifey." I opened the door and there stood Malfoy in a hot mafia outfit. He was wearing a shiny, leather, one piece suit that stretched tightly over his body, his muscles and bulge clearly emphasised.

"What the actual hell are you doing here you little prick?" I shouted at him, anger flaring in my eyes as I tried to suppress the furious bubble burning through my stomach. How did he have the audacity to come back here after all these years? After he left me. All alone.

I stormed towards him but Bellatrix grabbed a hold of me before I could get any closer. Minaj ran down the stairs, startled by the chaos. She just happened to be visiting me for the first time in two years. She stared at the man in the door and Minaj suddenly gasped in recognition from old photos.

"DADDY!" she shouted and ran towards him. She jumped into his arms as he held her tight.

"I missed you." I strained against Bellatrix's grip, desperate to scratch every inch of his face after all the pain he me in. Minaj began to cry, clinging onto her dad tightly. You took deep breaths, clenching your jaw.

"Tell him to get out," I spat. Bellatrix didn’t move.

“Why Y/n?”

"THAT FILTHY IMBECILE HAS DECIDED TO TURN UP ON OUR DOORSTEP AFTER LEAVING HIS KID FATHERLESS FOR SIX FLIPPING YEARS AND SLEEPING AROUND WHEN ME, THE MOTHER OF HIS DAUGHTER, WAS DOING EVERYTHING SHE COULD FOR MINAJ," I screamed.

"What are you doing here?" Bellatrix asked him. You spun around to face her.

"Bellatrix, you idiot. Tell him to leave now for pity sake."

"I came here to apologise," he interrupted, "And to see Minaj. I know you didn't want to see me again but I love them and... I love you too Y/n." You choked.

"You do not love me, if you loved me you wouldn't have left me you little..." Bellatrix came to her senses and instantly sprang into action. Bellatrix pried Minaj off her father. She sobbed floods of tears and screamed for her dad.

"I WANT MY DAD, STOP IT," she cried. Bellatrix shut the door and it was just me and him, standing face to face with nothing between us. Just years of memories and pain. He was taller and had scars streaked down his cheek, his eyes heavy and drooped, his hair intertwined with shiny, white hair strands. He sighed.

“Please, let me explain,” he said. I folded my arms over my chest.

“Fine.”

“I left because I joined the mafia and I didn’t want to put you in danger because I loved you so much. And Minaj. But I really love you both and want to start again. I want us to be family,” he said, a tear trickling down his face, “please, Y/n.” I shook my head.

“I’m married Draco, I have two kids with Bellatrix,” I said, looking him directly in the eye, a flash of irritation flushing across my expression, “and if you truly loved me and Minaj, why did you put the mafia first?” He bowed his head.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, “and now I have to face the consequences.” I looked down at him, flaring my nostrils. Did he really expect me to feel pity for him?

“Yes you do.” He looked up and our eyes connected, the old, forgotten butterflies in my gut that had been dormant for so long erupting from their slumber.

“Then can we at least co-parent? You can’t stop me from seeing Minaj or I’ll get the courts on you. And my connections with the Mafia will make sure I win.” I shivered. He was so toxic. And I almost liked it.

“Fine,” I said, picking up my phone and calling Minerva. She answered and I said, “Minaj is no longer your adopted child. Bye.”
Chapter 4

One day, when I was picking up Minaj from Draco’s house, my life changed forever. I frowned when Draco answered the door without Minaj.

“Where’s Minaj?” I said.

“I told her to walk home on her own,” he said, “because I want to fuck you Y/n.” And I accidentally gave in to him. How could I not? He was so hot.

He started licking my face, sucking the white, thick drizzles seeping from the pimples on my face. His tongue was hot and sticky, the end severed and purple from where he cut the extra, long bit off that he had tickled my uterus with all those years ago.

“Draci, quacky,” I moaned when he nibbled my earlobe like a mouse, tickling my belly button with the tip of his manhood. I ripped the clothes from his body, stuffing them up my ass hole. I got both his gleaming, squishy balls in my hand and rubbed them before violently juggling them up and down. Draco forced me on the floor and forced my tiny, cute mouth to swallow one of his balls. They were too big to put both of them inside. His ball tasted like candy canes and five day old mozzarella left out the fridge, the skin peeling away and melting at the back of my throat. He took the ball out and slid his dick in, hammering into my mouth and stroking the dangly thing in my throat with the tip of it. He squirted thong flavoured, glittery semen into my mouth and it bounced off the walls of my oesophagus on the way down.

It went into my lungs and the vast amounts of it filled them up, blowing me up like a balloon. I thought it was super kinky. Draco punctured my belly button and sucked the semen out of me and I slowly deflated into his arms.

“Pussy,” I said, “pussy.” He shook his head.

“Let me bite your insides first.” He put his mouth and my shirt and slurped, it disappearing into my mouth and leaving me completely naked. “Alexa, play Cbat by Hudson Mohawke,” he growled. He grew fangs and spit started spiralling down them, soaking my body from head to toe.

“Daddy Malfoy,” I said, “stawp.” He barked at me.

“No,” he said, like a dog, “I need to mark you with my DNA. I need everyone to know you’re my property. Especially Bellatrix Lestrange.” He started flicking his tongue against my clit to the beat of Cbat and I screamed, my knees starting to quake.

“Woof, woof,” I meowed, “I’m your dog alpha wolf.”

“Meow,” he woofed, “yes you are Y/n.” He stretched his mouth over my entire vulva and ass, putting it all in his mouth and squirting saliva into all my holes. I flapped my legs and heard the squelch echoing from the insides of my body especially between my intestines, bladder and ovaries. He removed his mouth before stretching my vagina to 10cm2, sliding his entire head inside. I could feel his neck at my entrance and his tongue and soft, bouncy hair tickling my insides. His tongue licked my stomach and I instantly cummed, hot, caramel coca cola spurting into Draco’s eyes, ears, mouth acne and neck pores. He added his finger into my ass, pressing the shit coming out of my rectum back into my stomach.

CW: Vomit

I instantly threw the shit up and Draco came out of my vagina just in time for it to fly out my mouth and into his. He chewed it and swallowed, grinning like a hyena. “Delicious.” He squished my boobs with his hands, slapping them together and squeezing the piss out of them. He drank it as if it was coffee, the new energy racing into his body electrifying his veins and his eyes widened. He started bouncing around the room and slapping his rod against the walls, watery shit and hot pink piss spraying all over the walls. He levitated in the air and put his hand on his hip.

“Slay girlypop,” I said before he shoved his cock into me, lifting me off the floor. He flew into the wall with me still tight around his downstairs department and my back slammed against the wall, making it scoliosis. I arched my back as he thrust into my insides but because I was now scoliosis, it came out the side of my body, tearing my skin apart and making my bent spine stick out my body, Blood rained onto our bodies and Draco’s manhood began to grow in my vagina. Malfoy slapped my scoliosis spine back into my body and sucked at the wound, his sticking saliva glueing my skin back together. It was so sexy. I’m so glad I said yes to fucking him. He finally pulled out and we stood staring at each other for five minutes.

“My mafia daddy, you’re so dominant and sublime,” I said.

“I know,” he said. I suddenly heard a squeal from outside the house. I looked out the window and saw Bellatrix with Crookshanks and Ariana in her arms, prancing like a pixie down the street, her fluffy, black skirt bouncing up to reveal the tight, fishnets making her ass cheeks bulge.

“She saw us,” I said, “I’m single.” I turned to Draco and started jumping up and down with joy. “We can be together.” I ran to the toilet and took out a pregnancy test which of course, came back positive. “And you just impregnated me.”

So, me, Draco and Minaj moved in together and had a happy three years together. I gave birth to Scabbers Malfoy, a rat, a year later and I didn’t think my life would change again until I died.

But, I was wrong.
Chapter 5

3 Years Later

It began the week I finally started my new job. I had spent years trying to become a Drama teacher, just like my best friend Albusette Dumbledore and I had finally completed my degree over a year ago. However, getting an interview and being accepted was another obstacle but somehow, I managed it.

I hadn’t seen Crookshanks and Ariana for three years. I couldn’t bear the thought of facing Bellatrix again, her soft curls falling in front of her eyes that would be lowered to the ground, the wrath in her expression, her clenched fist on the door handle. And what about my darling children? Their creased, fierce faces when I turned to leave. Going back to them would be like alighting the flame of a building, vast mountain of fuel shifting in between our lives. I could hear Ariana’s voice echoing, “Ain’t got no tears left to cry,” in my head just imagining what would happen.

It was finally the first day of being a teacher. I sat with Albusette and Mrs Beall, discussing students and the curriculum when she came over.

“Oh, Dolores , this is my best friend by the way. She started working here a few days ago,” Albusette said. She wore a blush, hand stitched dress and fluffy, cherry blossom tainted socks. She gave me a wide grin, her soft, rose quartz lipstick coloured lipstick brightening her entire face. Her eyes were the most beautiful sapphire blue I had ever seen.

“Y/n, this is Miss Umbridge.”

“Hi,” I said, “Lovely to meet you Miss Umbridge.” She smiled and sat down with us.

“Hey, nice to meet you too, you can call me Dolores by the way. what subject do you teach?” she asked, her voice warming my entire body. I didn’t know if it was an accent but either way, it was comforting to listen to and I realised I didn’t want her to stop talking.

“I teach drama,” I answered.

“Oh, I teach PE. How’s it been teaching here for the first time?”

“Very scary. I’ve never been a teacher before but I absolutely love it and I’m so happy that I’m finally here,” I explained, the conversation slipping so easily out of my mouth.

“Yeah, this job has its downsides but it’s worth it.” We talked the entire breaktime before we both left for lessons. Albusette was on a different lunch to me so I sat next to Dolores and we got lost in a conversation until my alarm went off.

This happened all throughout the term. I learned that she was from Hogwarts and she was an only child. She lived alone with her cat called Craven Morehed and her dog had died a few months ago. Whenever we were deep in conversation, I realised that I was staring at her and quickly snapped out of it. I came over to her house on the weekend and brought Minaj and Scabbers with me. She was great with them and they both instantly liked her. We all had dinner together and then we watched a film afterwards. When we had to leave, they both hugged Dolores and begged me not to leave. She just laughed and gave me a hug too. I felt the butterflies squeeze in my stomach and quickly tried to ignore them.

When I got home, Draco was waiting by the door.

“Where were you?” he said, “I called you like ten times.”

“Oh, I was at Dolores’ house. She invited me and the kids over for dinner.”

“Why are you going red,” Albusette interrogated. I hesitated. I was blushing? I looked at my feet in embarrassment, angry with myself for not noticing such a thing. But it was too late, Albusette had already seen and he would not let it go. Daddy got so mad at me for blushing over someone else. He went on at me for so long I decided to be a good kitty boo boo and stop seeing Dolores. Scabbers and Minaj pestered me to meet up with her but I refused.

Draco told on me to Albusette Dumbledore and she started questioning me. But, I refused to say anything to her and she got mad, just like daddy. Albusette stayed angry at me for not telling her anything and I ended up sitting on my own during my lunch and break times. Dolores seemed very confused and sent me multiple messages asking if I was okay but I ignored them all. I couldn’t risk daddy getting super, alpha mad at me.

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Draco’s POV

I finally decided to leave the mafia and get a real job to support my baba grill and offspring. This interview could be promising, I thought to myself. The boss had seemed to be interested but maybe because his daughter had been staring at me the entire time we had gotten coffee after the interview. He even had the audacity to smirk when she began to whisper into his ear about goodness knows what. The old git.

The evening had only just arrived and the kids were at Albusettes. I didn’t realise how badly I had wanted to do you know what with Y/n until she decided she didn’t want to for a while. Which is fine but still, my building penis thinks otherwise. She’s been acting strange but she won’t talk to me about it which is weird. She’s never usually one to keep secrets. Everything will fix itself as soon as I get a job but for now, we have to be careful with our decisions.

I walked down the highstreet, feeling a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and nearly rolled my eyes. It was the boss’ daughter.

“What is it?” I said. She took my hand and dragged me after her.

“I…” I pulled my hand out of her grasp and took a step back.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I hissed. She shrugged her shoulders.

“I thought I would make a deal with you.” I hesitated. “Follow me,” she said and I grudgingly followed. We walked towards an empty street and she turned towards me. She grinned.

“How badly do you want that job?” I looked taken aback.

“What do you mean?” She laughed a laugh that sent shivers down my spine.

“I mean…” she said, “Would you fuck me if it meant you could get the job?” I froze. I suddenly recognised the girl and realised it was Rita Ora.

“What? Rita Ora, I don’t love you at all, I love Y/n and I would never hurt her like that…”

“I don’t love you either.I frowned.

“Why would you want to?” Her eyes twinkled cruelly.

“Because I want your body. And you want that job.”

“How do I know you’ll give me the job?” I quizzed. She stepped forward.

“Because my dad will do whatever I tell him. So what do you say?” It was the last thing I wanted to do. But I wanted that job as soon as possible. I tried forcing myself to think it would help lower my sex drive but I knew how bad this was. I was going to cheat on Y/n. I was going to hurt her behind her back. I vowed I would never ever even come close to touching someone romantically after this, I wouldn’t let myself enjoy it, I would get the job I
needed and leave. I could never let this ruin our relationship. I loved Y/n. I fucking loved her.

So why did she have to walk in? I tried explaining. I tried apologising. I tried everything.

“Y/n, listen to me…”

“No I will not you idiot,” she screamed, “I trusted you so much. What about Minaj? What about Scabbers? Did you not take one second to stop and think oh, maybe, this might ruin their childhoods forever…”

“Please, I can explain everything…”

“And you,” she screeched, slapping Rita Ora across the face, “I hate you.” Angry tears trickled down her cheek and her nails dug into her skin.

“Can we talk about this…”

“No. I’m not listening to your excuses. We’re over. I never want to see you again. Don’t come near my children, you lousy excuse of a Father. I fucking hate you.” I froze, reality hitting me so hard that I couldn’t move. I couldn’t say anything. I just stood there doing absolutely nothing. I heard the car door slam and the sound of the engine fade away into the distance, her words still echoing in my head. She was gone.

“By the way,” Rita Ora said, taking a deep breath, “I actually do love you. Will you be my boyfriend?” I nodded.

“Yes. I love you too.”

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It had been a month since I had started to distance myself from Dolores and a day after I found Draco cheating on me. I got home and started to shout at the kids to get in their rooms and stay there. I shouldn’t have done it but my emotions suddenly grasped hold me and refused to let go. I got a wine bottle out of the cupboard and then another and then another. I realised just how scared of falling in love with Dolores I was. Draco had broken me after everything we had been through. I couldn’t trust anyone after what he did to me. I trusted him to death. And then he backstabbed me.

I don’t know how long I drank for until Scabbers rang Albusette to come over and help me. She took away the bottles, cleaned up, and helped me up to my room. She sat on the bed, looking at me concerned.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry for being so bitter with you over the last few weeks. I was just so worried about you cheating on Draco with Dolores. And now I don’t want Dolores to hurt you like he did.”

“I’m scared too,” I sobbed, “But Dolores isn’t like him.”

“I know. I’m just so paranoid. And please, talk to someone, don’t leave yourself to fall apart like this. I know I don’t act like it sometimes but I do love you, you know that.”

“Oh, Albusette, I love you too. I’m sorry for being such a bitch and especially with the kids. They don’t deserve all this,” I said, pointing to myself.

“You’re doing a great job. Okay, I’m not going to say getting drunk and having a complete breakdown in front of your kids is the best idea but you’re trying your best and that’s all you can give sometimes.” We hugged and I settled down in my bed and fell asleep. The next morning, I unlocked my phone and stared at the screen. My hands shook as I started to type a message to Dolores. Having no idea what to say, I rewrote and reread multiple messages before deleting them all.

I came into school the following day and saw her sitting by herself drinking a cup of coffee in her classroom. I came in, sitting on the desk as she continued to stare at her computer screen.

“Hi, are you busy? I’ll leave if you’re marking or whatever…”

“It’s fine,” she interrupted. We sat awkwardly together in silence. In those moments, I realised how pretty she really was and how much I cared about her. How much I wanted her to feel the same way. I would’ve put my life on the line for her and I was terrified what she would think if she found out. I cleared my throat.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you. It was nothing to do with you, I wish I could explain but it’s really complicated and…”

“It’s okay,” she said, “I won’t ask you why and I'll take your word for it. I understand.” I smiled.

“The girls missed you lots.” She chuckled.

“And I missed you.” We met up a lot outside of school after that and saw each other most lunchtimes. I decided to keep my feelings to myself but every night before I went to bed, my imagination wandered away with itself. With Dolores. Dolores Umbridge.

The year went on and soon enough, Minaj’s ninth birthday rolled into view.

“Omg, my birthday is on the 19th too,” Dolores exclaimed, “We should have a joint birthday party.” I laughed, thinking she was joking. But no, she wasn’t and we sent the invitations out. Albusette, her husband Lord Voldermort, her daughter Doja Voldermort, Dolores’ parents, and a few of the teachers came round to Dolores’ house. We had a small celebration and at the end, Dolores gave Scabbers and Minaj a huge happy birthday hug before standing up to look at me. She looked at me in such a way that I couldn’t describe but I couldn’t help but smile with uncontrollable joy. I wished them all a happy birthday and gave Dolores her gift. It was a delicate gold-link necklace with a deep, scarlet rose.

“Oh Y/n, I love it!” she exclaimed, placing it around her neck instantly. While the others were busy, we slipped out the back and I opened the gate and led her to a small brook nearby. The stars twinkled across the stratosphere against the blackness of the night. I stood towards the large, oak tree, my heart heavy with emotion.

“We used to come here,” I whispered softly.

“Who?”

“Me and Draco.”

“Draco?”

“Draco Malfoy,” I said, turning towards her, “Scabbers and Minaj’s Father. He cheated on me a week ago.” She nodded.

“That must’ve been hard. Especially with the kids.”

“It was. I stopped believing in love and never wanted to be close to someone again,” I said, “that was, until you.” We sat under the moon, gazing up at its beam. I slipped my hand near hers and her finger entwined with mine. I didn’t realise how close she was to me until I tilted my head towards her.

“Are you scared?” she said.

“No. I’m not scared of falling in love with you.” And then I kissed her. I pulled myself closer, my hands entangling with all the strands of hair I could reach. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me back. I pulled away, staring into the oceans crashing inside of her eyes.

“I love you.”

Things got spicy real quick. We went to my house.

“Do you know when someone is going to notice we’re missing?” she whispered, kissing my ear.

“Early in the morning probably,” I said, “why?”

“Oh, just asking,” she said, her finger running down the buttons of my shirt, before her lips collided with my neck. I grabbed hold of her wrists and dragged her face towards mine. We locked gazes, the tension between us tightening. Her arms slipped around my neck and I kissed her, applying pressure to the inside of her thighs. Our kisses lengthened and in a few minutes, we had started to dispose of our clothing. Her moans quickened my heartbeat in unusual places and she forced me to let go of her wrists so she could get a hold of mine. Dolores pressed me into the sofa, moving her body up and down mine. I made her open her legs and my hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards my head.

“Oh Y/n, I’m begging you…”

“Go on then,” I murmured, “let me hear you.”

“Please,” she moaned.

“What was that?” I said, grinning.

“Please,” she shouted, tightening her hold around my wrists. My tongue was too busy to hear the front door open. Dolores gasped and my face was suddenly drenched with white.

“Dolores,” I spluttered and at that moment, the light came on and we both screamed, yanking the nearest throw over our bodies. Albusette walked in with her mouth wide open and I could feel my cheeks darkening, still gasping for breath. Liquid dribbled off my chin and she just stared at us. Oh gosh. She shook her head and walked out the room.

“Go to the bathroom and get dressed, both of you.” We both ran upstairs into the bathroom, Dolores locking the door behind us.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, “ I genuinely thought she would be hours.” She shook her head.

“It’s fine,” she said, “come on, you should wash your face.” She wiped a trickle of white off my cheek and we both grinned, our lips meeting for a few moments. “What are you going to tell your Albusette?” I shrugged, kissing her again. I dampened a cloth and placed it on her forehead, trying to cool the sweat dripping from her body. Dolores followed my line of sight, tilting my head up and raising an eyebrow. “Don’t think you should be looking down there, should you?” I pushed her up against the wall.

“You’re my girlfriend bitch,” I whispered, leaning forward to give her a hickey on her chest.

“Come on, your Albusette,” she said. I pulled away, leaving a scarlet blotch on her skin.

“Someone’s going to need a hoodie to cover that up now.”

“Y/n,” she hissed, pulling on her clothes. I rolled my eyes, doing the same.

“Alright, alright, I’ll leave it at that. Only for tonight of course.”

Chapter ?

I was so deeply in love with Dolores that I couldn't quite process that it was all real. That she was really mine.

We walked down the street hand in hand, laughing and running against the rain. I could hardly make out the towering city buildings in the distance against the mist as we rushed past multiple take-outs and small businesses, the lights of the shops guiding us to our

destination. I opened the door to the cafe, a small bell ringing as we stepped inside. The warmth hit us straight away and the pleasant sound of chatter echoed around the tiny space, as many chairs and tables as possible crammed in together. We made our way across the tawny, wooden floor, the ceiling above us strung with bulbed amber lights and rich-green potted plants. I approached the counter and was hit by the smell of coffee and the bustling noise of people working behind the kitchen door. Many sponges oozing with syrup and jam were displayed in glass cake stands next to the menu, cloudy with chalk from the amount of times it had been rubbed and rewritten. After ordering a coffee and toastie, we sat on a sofa in the corner of the room, leaning up against the brightly coloured pillows behind us. The wall we were sat next to was made up of beige bricks all varying in shape to one another, some sharply cut and thin, others round and large. All four sides of the cafe had been covered in tiny, picturesque paintings, their wooden frames carved with small, old-fashioned details. My thumb rubbed the back of Dolores' hand and I smiled at her.

"This place is really pretty," I said. She grinned.

"I knew you would like it here." I took my coat off and touched my hair to see how wet it was. It wasn't that bad and I pulled it behind my shoulders so it wouldn't get in the way. I caught Dolores raising an eyebrow at my outfit and I stopped.

"What?"

"That's mine," she said, gesturing to the pink, knit jumper and leather fluffy heels I was wearing.

"I know," I said, "and?" She rolled her eyes but I could see the small grin forming on her face. She took off her own coat to reveal a kitten-print blouse and pink pencil skirt. We drank our coffees and ate while we talked, leaving the cafe about an hour later. We went shopping for a few hours, purchasing each other things after insisting we could pay for it ourselves and trying on all kinds of outfits, only buying one between the both of us. It was dark by the time we decided to go home and we snuggled up on the sofa, cuddling together under the blanket while a movie played in the background.

I sighed, stroking the top of her head and our hands intertwined. She looked up at me and I smiled, gently kissing her forehead. It was quiet for a few minutes and I went onto my phone, starting to get bored of what we were watching. I scrolled through random memes and showed the good ones to Dolores, most of them making her laugh. When Dolores stopped laughing I looked away from the screen to recognise a familiar hunger in her eyes. She took the phone out of my hand, managing to maintain eye contact and I slipped my arms around her neck, leaning in to kiss her. I pulled away for a few seconds, running my finger down her face and under her chin, her eyes speaking silent words that I knew all too well.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"No," she said, sitting up and taking her top off to reveal a black-laced bralette, "you want me to fuck you Y/n."

"Well sorry mommy," I said, inching closer so I could nibble her earlobe.

"I like that," she said, pulling at my hair and tightening her legs around my waist, "mommy." I giggled.

"Mommy, mommy..." I moaned as her fingers ran down my back, sending a nervous sensation through my entire body.

"Do you want more?" she said, softing her voice, the butterflies jumping in my stomach at the sound.

"Oh Dolores, don't use that voice on me, please."

"Why," she whispered and I shivered.

"Because I love it so damn much." She kissed me but this time it was gentle and shy, the previous hunger in her eyes drowned out by tenderness. Her grip around me loosened and my heartbeat began to ebb away, pleasant silence ringing through the darkened room. Her thumb gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and I could have sworn I saw all the oceans of the world shifting through her eyes, each and every one of them there because she wanted me to see them.

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"Happy Valentine's day!" I opened my eyes and groaned, reaching up to slap Dolores across the face, "idiot, I'm trying to sleep." She caught my hands before they reached her face and pulled me into a hug, which I accepted sleepily.

"Happy valentine's day to you too," I said, yawning, "what time is it even?"

"Eleven. Come on, let's go use the treadmills."

"Dolores," I said, "it's a Sunday and do you not want to give each other our gifts first?"

"But it's the only time we get to workout together," she said.

"Who wants to workout?" She sat back and tilted her head.

"Please?" I rolled my eyes.

"Fine," I said, dragging myself out of bed, "I'll keep your present and this can be your valentine's gift instead." It was at that moment I realised she was wearing tight leggings and a sports bra, my eyes lighting up immediately. She saw the expression on my face and grinned, tutting.

"Yes Y/n, that's my ass."

"Oh shut up," I said, my cheeks reddening as I rummaged through my suitcases to find a pair of leggings. I found a pair right at the bottom, guessing that they probably weren't sports leggings but I wasn't bothered to find any.

"Can you do my hair please?" Dolores asked.

"What do you want," I said, sitting on the bed and motioning for her to sit in front of me.

"Can you do me dutch plaits?"

"Sure," I said, starting to brush her hair. We were silent for a while and I finished the first plait, moving onto the second.

"I might change my hair, I want to make it emo," Dolores said suddenly.

"What?" But your natural hair looks so pretty!" I said, running my finger down a loose strand of grey hair.

"You think so?"

"Of course! But if you want to dye it, go ahead. You do you hun."

"Hmm," she said, getting up to look at herself in the mirror as soon as I had secured the last bobble, "nah. I'll keep it as it is."

"You sure?" I said, "I didn't change your mind or anything?"

"No, no, no," Dolores insisted, "just solidified my decision. Thanks love."

"As long as you like it," I said, hugging her, "no problem. Now, I should get changed if you still want to use those treadmills or whatever." She grinned, sitting down on the bed.

"Yes, you should." I looked at the door and then back at her.

"You gonna leave then?" I only had to look at her face to receive my answer and I rolled my eyes. "Alright then miss," I said, closing the door with both of us in the room.

I was out of breath after one km yet Dolores was still running with ease, increasing the speed every minute or so as I began to decrease it.

"Come on Y/n, you can do it!" she said.

"Oh shut up," I said, going even redder than I was already, "cringe much?"

"No, just encouraging you." I turned my eyes onto the display screen of the treadmill, watching the distance crawl its way up as if it was climbing the steepest mountain in the world. "I wish we could do this more often." I could feel the sweat dribbling down my face.

"But we both hate exercise."

"Good point actually." I turned to face the screen, pushing myself to run even faster despite the cramps spreading through my leg, gasping for all the air I physically could.

When we finally got off half an hour later I nearly collapsed, desperately grabbing for my water bottle.

"High five," she said and she slipped her arms around my neck before I stumbled backwards, both of us collapsing onto the floor.

"Oops," I said, "well, well, well, the circumstances we're in right now are quite interesting."

"Shut up," she said, pushing the loose strands of hair away from my face before kissing me. I had no idea how long we were on the floor before Dolores got up and pulled me after her, climbing into the attic.

"Mmm," I said, smiling at the cosy room stuffed with rainbow coloured pillows and blankets, any space that wasn't taken up by seating filled by a ginormous bookcase overflowing with books. I sat down on a beanie next to the window, pulling Dolores into a cuddle.

Valentine's day couldn't have gone any faster. It was soon time for our daily night time drive. I peered out of the window in awe, the neighbouring jet black mountains jutting out into the night sky. We carried on up the winding road, my ears popping as the car climbed higher and higher up the mountain. It was nearly midnight and there were no other cars in sight, the bright headlights lighting up the road in front of us the only thing giving us any vision at all. We suddenly swerved around a corner and plummeted downwards slightly to be met with the view on the other side of the mountain, hundreds of blinding white, amber, and red lights splattered all over the valley we were above.

"Wow," I gasped, "that's so amazing!"

"The mountains are so cool at night, hang on." She slowed down and stopped the car by a fenced ledge, both of us getting out.

"It's cold," I shivered and I slipped my arms around Dolores' waist and into her cardigan pockets from behind, snuggling against her body. We stared out at the view for what seemed like forever, identifying each and every detail in the breathtaking scenery that stretched into every corner of my sight.

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"Shall we dance?" I looked at Dolores and went a little red.

"Do you know what we're doing?" I whispered. She shrugged. Dolores slipped a hand around my waist and took my hand, grinning.

"Let's find out," she smiled, pulling me up against her body. We started to sway along to the music while tripping over the debris on the ground, giggling as I took a stumble and nearly fell onto the floor. Minaj sighed.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she said, taking a hold of Dolores' hand and dragging her away from me into the centre of the clearing, "I'll show you what to do." She directed her through a basic waltz while I watched and Dolores concentrated on what she was being taught. Scabbers got out his instruments, the sweet sound filling the air.

Minaj let go of Dolores' hand and took hold of mine. I followed her steps as best I could all while avoiding eye contact, knowing full well that if I tried to look at her for too long I would feel very uncomfortable. It wasn't because I didn't like Minaj, I just found eye contact with anyone that wasn't Dolores very awkward. As soon as she could see I had just about grasped the waltz, Minaj led me over to Dolores. She grinned and we locked gazes. Dolores placed her hand on my waist and guided me into the dance, the entire world rotating around us as we moved together in harmony. I was a little nervous that Minaj and Scabbers would judge my inexperience and silly mistakes but I looked into Dolores' eyes and lost myself. It was just me and her waltzing through the night, the fire behind us joining in our dance.

"I love you," I whispered. It was so random, so sudden but I couldn't help but let the words slip out my mouth. Her smile sent my heart all the way up into the clouds and my feet felt so light even though I knew my footwork was probably terrible but I didn't care. She let go of my hand and spun me into her arms. Her eyes twinkled and we kissed, a short, sweet exchange that sent a warm sensation through my entire body.

The music faded but carried on echoing inside my body, the magic of the sound burying deep into my memory. I had always loved music and being able to enjoy it with my girlfriend was definitely one of my favourite things in the world.

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The rain started to splatter onto our faces and I gasped, looking over at Dolores whose eyes instantly lit up. I remembered how we had so desperately wanted to dance in the rain together.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she said. I nodded, jumping to my feet.

"You bet."

Letting our inner children leap into action we darted through the wood and emerged into the meadow, the rain pounding into our bodies as we danced, laughing in between the long, seashell strands of grass around us. We were being stupid and happily making fun of each other as we twirled in the cool drops of water battering into our faces, making the dance up as we went along. Her hair was soaking wet and so was mine, one side of my brain dreading the tangles and frizz I was going to face tomorrow but the other side not minding at all. Nothing else could've caused the childish grin on Dolores' face, reminding me of just how lucky I was. The woman who usually put on such a mature and serious exterior, smiling from ear to ear and looking just as beautiful as ever, was comfortable to do so in my presence. I must've said this a thousand times but gosh, I loved her so much. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her.

Her hair was messy. She had no makeup on and her legs and arms were covered in bruises. I had often seen her touch her hair or her face in annoyance, a glimmer of self pity etched into her expression. Her disappointed face when she caught a glimpse of herself in the water's reflection. But, I had no idea why she thought she didn't look pretty. Sure, I had met multiple women who could be classed as more beautiful than Dolores would ever be but none of them were anywhere near as attractive as she was in my eyes. And I couldn't believe she was mine. This brave and wonderful woman was my lover.

She pulled away and gently caressed my cheek, gazing at me in a way that no words could describe but you knew from just a glance that it was the look of someone in love.

"You're such a cutie," Dolores said, "you and your lil' dimples." I blushed and jokingly pulled a disgusted face.

"Simp," I said and she rolled her eyes, pulling me into another kiss. It was so simple and sweet, her lips melting my insides and stealing away my breath, my beating heart begging her to carry on kissing me like this. Passionate, love ridden kisses that were short but sent a rush of adrenaline through my bloodstream. Lightning struck in the distance and I stood on my tiptoes to wrap my arms around her neck, the softness of her hair tickling my cheek and the safety of her arms holding me tight. I had been so close to losing her and I was never going to take a moment for granted again.

We walked back through the forest and crawled into our tent, the sound of the rain battering against the leaves surrounding us. The sound was a little bit daunting and I led my head on Dolores' chest, closing my eyes and reminding myself that I was fine. Something in the back of my memory suddenly stirred.

"Off subject but what do you think about us getting married? " She started to play with my hair, kissing the top of my head.

"I'd love to," she said, "obviously a few bits of paper don't really count towards anything but I want to marry you. I've said this before and it's cliche but I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/n. A wedding would be amazing." I nodded.

"And let's get a ragdoll cat?" she said. I shook my head.

"We're getting a tabby tortoiseshell, Dolores, we've already discussed this." She slipped her arms around my neck and started to trace circles on my knuckles.

"I still want a ragdoll though," she said. I opened my eyes for a split second, quickly adjusting to the light levels before I closed them again and settled myself into Dolores.

"Maybe I'll cave in just for you," I said. We were quiet for a few minutes as we listened to the sound of dripping water, both of us beginning to drift asleep.

Just before our exhaustion got the better of us, I murmured, "I'm so excited to pick out a piece of music for our first dance."

"What songs do you have in mind?" I thought about this for a few moments, mentally listing my favourite songs in my head and relating them to our wedding.

"Grow old with me by Tom Odell?" I suggested. She snorted.

"It's a nice song but I can't imagine us dancing to that."

"Good point," I said, "I just thought the lyrics were relevant." I went through and organised the other songs in my mental list. "A thousand years by Christina Perri is a bit of a common one but it's an amazing song, I get to love you or whatever it's called by, uh, I can't remember."

"Oh, that's a good one," she said, "isn't there a line that goes 'forever, I do'?"

"Yes," I said, "that would be cute."

"Like you," she said and I rolled my eyes.

"Oh shush." I sighed and her arms moved to my back, her fingers barely touching the white silk of my dress.

"I can't wait to see you in a wedding dress, Dolores."

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Albusette pinned the tiara into my hair, smiling into the mirror.

"There you go," she said, "you look beautiful."

"Look, I have one too," Ellen-Degeneres said and I laughed, kissing her forehead.

"Yes you do, just like a princess."

"I'm not a princess," she said, crossing her arms over her chest, "I'm the Queen."

"Oh yes of course," I said, rolling my eyes, "silly me, I meant Queen Ellen-Degeneres." I stood up and Albusette adjusted my dress, making sure the skirt spread out behind me. It had a much longer train than my last wedding dress and I didn't have any sleeves this time.

"Something borrowed," Albusette said, touching my tiara, "something new," motioning to my engagement ring, "And something old," I said, adjusting the necklace of Bellatrix's face around my neck to make sure her face was on full view.

"Where's your something blue?" Albusette questioned.

"Waiting for me down the aisle," I said, "Dolores' eyes." I turned towards the mirror.

"Never thought I'd be here again," I murmured, staring at my reflection. Albusette hugged me from behind.

"I'm so proud of you, you know," Albusette said. I took a deep breath.

"Come on," I said, glancing at the time, taking Ellen's hand. "It's nearly time."

"Who's your bridesmaid?" she said.

"Why, you of course," I answered.

"But who's your big bridesmaid." I looked up.

"She's my ex now." Albusette held the curtain ready to pull it aside. "Now, are you Ready?" Ellen nodded and I squeezed her hand, my heart thumping with nerves. The curtain opened and I stepped onto the carpet scattered with rose petals, the light flooding into my vision. There were hundreds of people surrounding me but the only person I saw was her. I guided Ellen along with me until we got to the steps.

"Go sit next to your brother and Auntie Minerva," I whispered, letting go of her hand. She rushed away and I smiled after her, before stepping onto the podium and taking Dolores' hand. She tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and we locked gazes, not giving our surroundings a second thought.

"You look beautiful," she whispered.

"Do you take Y/n to be your wife?" the officiater said.

"I do." She slid the second ring onto my finger.

"Do you take Dolores to be your wife?"

"I do," I said, slipping the rings onto her finger. The officiate's words were drowned out as Dolores leant in to kiss me, the guests cheering and throwing petals over us. Jungkook-BTS and Ellen-Degeneres ran into our arms and in that moment, I couldn't have cared less if it was against tradition or not. The after party began straight away and everyone came to congratulate us.

"Congratulations!" Albusette exclaimed, hugging me and Jungkook in turn. "Hey little man, are you excited that mummy and mummy are married?" He carried on sucking his thumb and turned his head to stare at me, making both of us laugh.

"As long as he gets food, he'll be happy," I said.

Minerva approached me, lifting Jungkook from my arms.

"Y/n, you're going to get his dirty shoe marks all over your wedding dress," she hissed.

"Oh Minerva, as if I care. Where's Ellen?" I said.

"Over there with Doja," she said, "and congrats by the way." I rolled my eyes, accepting her hug.

"Thank you sis." She walked away to go check on them and I felt a hand on my waist.

"Hi."

"Hi," I said, kissing her cheek, "is it time?"

"Time to anger all the karens for having our first dance alone?" he said, her eyes twinkling, "yep." She took my hand and we went into the country house, climbing up into the attic. I stared out the window, adoring the meadows unfolding into the distance, the wedding venue set out in all its prettiness. Some guests had gone inside to start helping themselves to the buffet but a few were still outside soaking in the view.

"Gosh, we really couldn't have picked a better location," I said. Dolores grinned, going over to the camera positioned in the corner and starting to record.

"May I?" she said, offering out a hand.

"No," I said and she rolled her eyes, pulling me against her body. The music began to play and she led the dance, the way she guided my body and held my waist so tenderly just as I had remembered from the first time we had danced together. As soon as the music ended, she stopped the recording and came back over to kiss me. I pulled away, brushing the hair from her face.

"We should probably go back downstairs and cut the wedding cake before people really start getting angry," I said jokingly. The rest of the day was dedicated to the reception. We all ate and danced and drank, but not too much considering the amount of children that were there, especially my children and had fun for hours.

When the sun began to set, everyone went outside, Albusette giving each guest a lantern as we all headed for the hill. We reached the top, standing around a singular oak tree. Me and Dolores carried the large photo of Bellatrix between us, leaning it up against the tree

"Four years ago, I married a very special lady, thinking that it would be my first and last wedding. Today, I marry my wonderful wife, the mother of two of my six beautiful children, and my best friend," I said, "It just goes to show that life doesn't always go as planned and from the darkest of places something really quite extraordinary can happen." I smiled, my hand intertwining with Dolores'. "Thank you," I said under my breath so only she could hear, "for always being there for me when I needed it."

"And thank you," she said, "for always being you." We placed our lanterns in front of Bellatrix's picture, motioning for Doja and Ellen to do the same. Ellen held her little brother's hand and Minerva placed his lantern next to ours. One by one, each guest did the same, some hanging theirs in the branches of the tree. The light brightened and silent tears falling down my face, the entire hill radiating a soft, orange glow. It was perfect.

After a few hours, everyone had left except me and Dolores. Minerva had taken Ellen and Jungkook home, both of them falling asleep as soon as they had got into the car. The stars flickered across the stratosphere, most of the lanterns diminished by the cool, night air. We sat hand in hand, gazing at Bellatrix's picture.

"Remember when I cheated on her with Draco," I said, leaning my head into her shoulder.

"Yeah. It was the best thing you ever did," she said, "because it means we can be together." I looked up into her eyes, the gentle blueness crashing over me. Her lips were on mine for a few moments before we turned back towards her picture again.

"I never really understand what people meant when they said it never gets better when you cheat on someone. But they were all right. You just learn how to cope, that's all," I said.

"Bellatrix taught us a lot of things." And she was right. I wouldn't wish for us to be broken up for a single moment but she had made me stronger, opened my eyes to the people I loved most, while taking me on the hardest and most vulnerable journey of my life. And of course, our break up meant me and Dolores could be married forever.

"I don't love you anymore Bellatrix" I whispered, "But I love you Dolores." Our eyes collided and we kissed for what could have been an eternity.

"I'll always love you Y/n."

I promised to love Bellatrix til death. But now I know that Dolores is much better than her. She wasn't the one to end my lust chase, Dolores was. Because I'll love Dolores forever.

Chapter 6

4 Years Later

Eventually, Dolores fell out of love with me. She left me and our two kids, Ellen DeGeneres Umbridge and Jungkook BTS Umbridge and her step daughter, Minaj, on our own. I decided to get away from it all and leave the younger kids with Albusette’s husband, Lord. They liked their kid, Doja, so they were very happy to leave me. Minerva also wanted to go on holiday and Minaj missed her. So me, Minerva and Minaj went on holiday together.

The beauty of the lone bay wrapped my heart and sent the strings in my soul strumming with joy. Rich, amaranth flower-purple spread vainly across the sky, the fire of the sunset burning to a close as unending black fell upon the heavens, drawing the day to a close. I vaguely peered through the settling horizon at the picturesque bungalow deep in the rising grass of
the meadows as Minerva unloaded the car.

The holiday had been a last minute arrangement, a cheap getaway from life in the city in a tiny settlement in Cornwall. All three of us had been put under stress during the bustling spring months and the arrival of a drowsy summer holiday was too great of an opportunity to miss.

I just wanted a break from my kids for a while and even my best friend was becoming a burden to tend to. We had deliberately chosen a place with no WiFi or phone signal so we couldn’t be distracted by anything because the only way of contacting someone here was via letter.

All of these factors made me feel as if I was stepping into a story book dated a century before our time where you only knew those who lived within a few miles of you and any news, drastic or happy, took days or weeks to travel to where you were living. I clasped my bags, all my years dwindling away as my childish spirit soared through my veins, my y/h/c hair flowing out behind me, my y/e/c eyes shining wondrously, my face lifted in glorious awe as I ran towards the front door of the cottage.

The once perfect, cantaloupe coloured wall was blemished with cracks and uncontrollable ivy, nature taking its revenge on the unsuspected attack of the holiday home. Shards and broken pieces of building surrounded the home, scarcely visible through the wild flowers that swayed peacefully in the icy breeze flowing from the sea. The crashing of distant waves echoed along the coast, white, furious foam soaring through the air and over the cliffs.

Far off on the other side of the beach, I saw the lighthouse blaring its guiding light as a warning to passing sailors that they were to beware of the unforgivable rocks on the shore. We struggled with the deteriorating latch of the rotting wooden door but managed to force it open as it groaned in protest against the stone of the passageway. The air in the cottage was slightly limited and it smelt of dying lavender and charcoal embers. We fanned away the dust and was welcomed by dainty, vintage ornaments and a crackling fire burning merrily in the fireplace. We searched the house to find a kitchen, bathroom, sitting area, and two bedrooms.

“I’ll have the master bedroom and you two can share the other room,” Minerva told us firmly. She was a squat, skinny little woman with a piercing stare and a permanent glower on her face. She wore old fashioned, fawn cardigans over her floral, long- sleeved dresses that made her look hideously ancient and strict. She was short- tempered and loved nothing more than to cause distress, disagreeing with almost anything that came out of your mouth for the sheer fun of seeing her opponent react. Every time she met someone new, she made sure they knew everything about her personal wealth, clarifying exactly who was in charge of their relationship and she had a habit of on purposely bragging around random strangers whenever she felt the need to do so.

“Eww, I don’t want to share a room with Y/n,” Minaj hissed, wrinkling her pointy little nose in disgust as she flicked her shoulder- length, champagne hair behind her shoulders. I sighed wistfully. If only Minajs were like the ones in fairy tales. My Minaj was the favourite of the family. Whenever we went visiting, they would adore her and treat her like a little girl. She certainly looked like a little girl with her hair tied back with a lilac ribbon and flouncy, knee-length, gingham dresses and dungarees. She always had a glint of cruelty in her eye and if you didn’t give her what she wanted, she’d force you to. It was always better to be on the right side of Minaj, hence she had many friends, completely overshadowing me, her mother. Minaj hated me and she made sure to always make my life a struggle.

Minaj eagerly jumped on the bed by the window overlooking a stunning view of the unfolding
countryside in all its prettiness. I simply shrugged and settled myself on the other bed. I could see the sands and the lighthouse clearly from my window and made no fuss over my Minaj’s selfishness, which vexed Minaj no end, but there was nothing she could do about it except insult me pointlessly, which was soon drenched upon Minerva’s arrival to tell us that dinner was ready.

I pushed away my unpacked suitcases, not bothering to organise anything. Minaj was cursing under her breath, exasperated that me and Minerva had refused to give her a data allowance for the next month. Exhausted after the days travelling, I drew the faded, swirl patterned curtains, pulled the patchwork quilt over me and fell into a peaceful slumber.

I was awoken by Minerva at the crack of dawn and forced to perform tasks while she baked mystery dishes on the gas stove, which had to be lit with a flame to be used to the great annoyance of Ex-Mrs Potter. Minaj arose from her bed hours later and we both started writing letters to our friends and family to assure them that we were alive and well. Minaj’s handwriting was scrawled and untidy but the way Minerva admired it would’ve made you think that it was a world class piece of art. She sniffed disapprovingly at my neat, elaborate writing.

“You do show off Y/n,” she snapped, “It’s going to your head.” My eyes filled with tears and I slid the letter onto my lap. “Do stop crying. There isn’t a single day that goes by that doesn’t involve you starting off,” Minerva hissed, “I don’t know what’s wrong with you.” I had suffered so many years under my mother’s wrath that the words didn’t make sense to me anymore. They stabbed me in the chest and gripped me tightly in chains of disappointment every time they were uttered out of her mouth but I couldn’t understand. What had I done wrong?

I wished that Draco were there to comfort me and explain every single detail I misunderstood. Oh daddy Draco, the one I longed to be held by and cradled in his gentle, trembling arms. The Draco I wished would kiss me lovingly on the forehead and sing me sweet lullabies when she couldn’t sleep in the howling winds of the world. A father that did not gaze down from the high tower of heaven and whisper words of adoration that I couldn’t hear with my mortal ear.He had brought me the greatest pain of her life. She had no one to turn to, no light to guide me, no one to look up to. Even my best friend couldn’t replace the empty cavern in me. By the way, if you’re confused, my dad is called Draco Malfoy Phil-McCrackin. He just happens to have the same name as my ex-boyfriend and father of Minaj and Scabbers.

Me and Albusette had been best friends since nursery and we both trusted and relied on each other greatly. Albusette was slightly boring but caring, always putting everyone before herself. You could always find her deeply immersed in a book or finishing an essay, making sure she didn’t miss out a single detail, however unimportant. She had bleached, straightened hair and wore posh accessories to brighten up her dark clothing. Albusette rarely spoke to anyone except me, shrinking away from anything that would bring her in the spotlight.

Albusette had helped me through the darkest of times and I had done likewise, both of us remaining the closest of friends. I finished the letter in my room and re-read it in a flourish.

To my dearest Albusette,
I have never seen such a gorgeous inlet in my life. I wish you could be here to share this dream with me but I must face it alone. How are you doing? Any news from home? It’s so lovely to be away from civilization and lie soundlessly where time is slowed down and expectations vanish. Here, I almost feel like the real world does not exist. Hope to hear from you soon.
Love From Y/n.

I was too restless to write any more. Desperate to get away from Minaj and Minerva, I brushed my long hair, wearing my swimming costume under my clothes and set off towards the beach. I knew that nobody would care if I disappeared for a few hours or more. I explored the cliffs for a while and then ran along the powdery sand in my bare feet. I took off my top and shorts, flinging them on a nearby rock as I fearlessly charged towards the sea. I squealed rapturously as the waves crawled up the sand, soaking my feet like a sharp, wet blade. A voice chuckled.

“It can be colder than it looks at this time of morning.”
Chapter 7

I stared motionlessly at a girl standing a few metres away from me. She was tall with wild, fair curls erupting out of her stained, weather- beaten flat cap and as she grinned mischievously, the bristles on her face became alarmingly noticeable. She leant on her left leg, her tanned hands in her tattered trousers as she looked up and down at me with her eyebrow raised. She was quite muscular but her shirt was untucked and missing many buttons, giving her an aura of untidiness.

“Sorry I scared you lass.” I shook my head in bewilderment.

“Who are you?” I asked politely, still slightly sceptical of the girl’s appearance.

“Hermione Granger,” she answered, “But you can call me Hermione.” I smiled kindly.

“So Hermione, are you visiting her on holiday or are you one of the locals?”

“A local. I’ve been here for as long as I can remember. So have my family. I’m the lighthouse
keeper’s girl,” she mumbled, “I presume you’re in that little bungalow over there for the summer?” I nodded. “That used to be my Grandmothers, poor old girl died of a heart attack. She left it to my uncle, Ewnter Breok so I call him, and he rents it out during the holiday months for a bit of extra income. Nice little place really, still with all of Mamm-Wyn’s treasures and belongings.”

“I’m very sorry to hear that.”

“Hey, It’s fine, we all go eventually,” Hermione muttered, “I’m very sorry again, I shouldn’t have disturbed you, have a good day.” She started walking away but I chased after her.

“Wait! Where are you going!” She turned around, looking desperately around for another person.

“Me?”

I laughed, “Yes, you!”

“What do you want with me?” I shrugged.

“It seems right to get to know you seeing as we’ve met.” Hermione stood for a moment thinking it through.

“You’re a polite one you are. I’d say you were eighteen.”

“Well excuse me,” I exclaimed, “Just because I’m small and slightly childish, doesn’t mean you can accuse me of being thirteen years younger than I am!” Hermione guffawed.

“Sorry ma’am,” she pronounced in a posh, royal accent, bowing low and dipping her cap to me. My face lit up in amusement.

“You’re quite the actor aren’t you.” Hermione closed her eyes dreamily but then opened them in an instant, the joy dimming from her face. We stood awkwardly together for a few moments, both overwhelmed with shyness with each other’s presence.

“Where were you going then?”

“To the old docks,” Hermione replied, “Got to make a living don’t I?” I snorted.

“It’s almost afternoon.”

“I’d better hurry then,” Hermione said, walking away again.

“Can’t I come with you?” I wondered, slightly disappointed at Hermione’s attempt to leave me.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” she asked.

“Sit on the beach with no one to talk to for a few hours. Very entertaining!” Hermione sighed,

“I guess it won’t hurt if you tag along.” I curtsied, keeping my eyes low.

“It would be an honour,” I announced in a low, fruity voice. Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Follow me then.” Hermione trudged lazily up the cliff and onto another pebbly beach with a long, wooden dock and small, barnacle covered fishing boats. The life buoys had hardly any colour left after decades of being left out in the sun and the ropes used to tie them were fraying appallingly. Hermione grabbed a net and hauled it onto a rocking, cyan boat with seaweed on the deck and a strangely shaped hull.

“This is your boat?” I gasped.

“Of course it is. My Father sells the fish on market days, my Mother guts them and I fish them. Simple as that.”

“And you plan to do that for the rest of your life?” she questioned. Hermione coughed dramatically.

“Absolutely not. I’m getting out of this place as soon as I turn 25.”

“But it’s so beautiful!” I murmured, gazing astonished at the ultramarine ocean, so perfect and divine in every way.

“You wouldn’t say that if you lived here your whole entire life,” Hermione grunted, “It becomes so boring and repetitive that it loses your respect over time.” She carefully manoeuvred the boat out to sea and threw the net into the water and waited.

“I look so stupid, don’t I?” I admitted, “Going out in a boat with a girl I’ve only just met.” Hermione frowned.

“How?”

“Because I don’t know if I can trust you!” I yelled, “You could do anything to me!”

“Example?” I pondered.

“Drown me?” Hermione chortled.

“What’s the point in that?” She coolly leaned against the boat, taking her cap off and fanning herself against the heat. I shrugged and thought again.

“Force me to do something with you maybe?” This time Hermione doubled up and had to lean over the side of the boat to stop herself laughing any longer.

“You were the one who ran after me,” she pointed out.

“So you didn’t want me to come after you?” I remarked, half- heartedly, shoving Hermione slightly.

“When did I say that? You do assume such ridiculous things,” Hermione sighed, “Why are we even talking about this? I’m not interested in whatever mush you girls natter on about.”

“Oi, do you mind!”

“Not at all,” Hermione stated, “What about you?” I rolled my eyes.

“If you don’t want me here, just say something!”

“Assuming again,” Hermione teased, laughing at the look on my face. I jumped off the boat and screamed as I met the water, sending a wave over Hermione in the process. She gasped in surprise as I giggled at the sight of her. I glided away, my backstroke graceful and elegant.

“My, you swim well for someone from the city.”

“My, what a stereotype.” Hermione raised an eyebrow. “Go on, if you think you’re so good!” I
exclaimed. She took a step back, shaking her head but I grabbed her arm and pulled her off the boat.

“You could’ve killed me you silly girl,” he cried spluttering and choking, “Who’s going to bring the net back up?”

“You can always climb back on.” Hermione stared at the beaming, over- exited girl before her and then at the boat.

“Nah, come on. Race you to the beach.”

“But you’ll win!” I uttered. She grinned.

“Exactly.” We chatted and sun bathed for hours as the boat lurched from side to side, completely forgotten and abandoned. Once again, the sun plunged into the horizon and I left her on the sands and headed home. Hermione reluctantly swam towards the boat and started the engine which complained horribly before drifting back towards the Dock. Hermione daydreamed blissfully about the weeks ahead of her. She had no other thoughts spared for anything else. She could only think of Y/n.

The next day, I went to the beach in a daze, hoping that somehow Hermione would come too. Sure enough, she was already waiting, carrying a large rucksack on her shoulders.

“Are you off camping then?” I observed, my eyes widening in bewilderment.

“I’d need at least two rucksacks, five carry ons, and an elephant or two to shut you up,” Hermione joked, “Nah, I thought you might want to see the sand dunes up north. You don’t have to come, I’ll go on my own.”

“And do what?” I snorted. Hermione shrugged.

“You’d better come with me then hadn’t you?”

“I certainly will!” I agreed. We headed further inland towards the river, the boundary between the fields and the sand dunes. We crossed the corroding bridge to be met with sand hills, all varying in size. Many types of fern and nestles grew in the rough grass, the area surrounded by gnarled, twisted trees with limp, malachite leaves.

“We’re certainly going to have fun getting over those,” I murmured.

“I was a little lass of seven when I first came here,” Hermione explained, “My Tas and Sira-Wynn took me. Sira- Wynn had taken Tas when he was my age and the same with his Tas and so on and so on. It’s always more intriguing the first time you see it.” She leapt gallantly down the first dune as I stumbled after her. We trekked over and through them for a mile or so and then sat down to rest on a particularly high dune.

“The view from here is stunning!” I whispered.

“Thought you might like it.” She offered me a pasty and I took it gratefully.

“It must be nice to be the favourite of the family,” I sighed.

“You’re assuming again,” Hermione laughed, “When did I ever say I was the favourite of my family?”

“You sound so close with all of them!” I exclaimed, giving her a hard stare.

“Aren’t you close with anyone?” I leant back to consider this.

“I was but things change. I hate all of them now,” I muttered, “None of them understand me.”

“Hate’s a strong word. I don’t think it’s easy for anyone to understand someone like you,” Hermione remarked, “No one in my family understands me but it doesn’t bring me to dislike them. I’m not going to tell you I don’t get frustrated, because I certainly do, but you have got to keep in mind that we’re all human and sometimes thoughts can not be expressed into words.” I turned to face away from Hermione so she couldn’t see that I was crying. “Are you alright?” she wondered. I took a deep breath.

“I think so.” I smiled faintly and looked out to sea for a bit. “I’d love to not have any children.”

“So do I, Miss I Can’t Stop Assuming!” Hermione satirised. My eyes widened.

“You have children?” She mouthed.

“I have four,” she confirmed, “Beyonce, the eldest, married a man from a village five miles from here, Trump, she did similar, Snape went to the city to find work and...” She cut off, her chest heaving sorrowfully. She was shaking and her face was screwed up in an attempt to fight back the tears glistening in her eyes. I realised that I had not bothered to consider her feelings after being so caught up in my own.

“I’m really sorry for being so selfish,” I muttered shamefully, “you don’t have to say any more.” She squeezed my hand gratefully.

“It wasn’t you lass. I find it hard to talk about some things because it hurts so. I mustn’t be such a coward and man up a bit.” But I didn’t think her a coward whatsoever. “So what about you?” she prompted, “Do you have any children?”

“I have six, Minaj, Crookshanks, Ariana-Grande, Scabbers, Ellen-Degeneres and Jungkook-BTS,” I answered, “And let’s just briefly say we’ve never seen eye to eye.”

“Same here really,” Hermione said, “Beyonce was thirteen years old when she came into the world and the novelty of looking after a teen had worn off for me. Trump was never the child type, still isn’t now, she’s only ever been concerned on how she looks. As for Snape, well, we were too similar. Couldn’t stay in the same room for five minutes without fighting.”

“I feel sorry for your neighbours!” I teased.

“I did sometimes, but it never stopped us arguing all the time.” We finished our lunch and then set off back east again, over the river and through the fields. We were too tired to do anything that took up too much energy so we paddled in the water for a bit until it was too cold for even Hermione to swim any longer against the pearl moon. We bed each other goodnight and promised to meet up the next day. And so we did.

Hermione let me borrow her old bike and we cycled all the way to the nearest town and she gave me a tour.

“That’s my old school,” she told me as we passed a tiny, little building with a high brick wall and a brightly painted playground, the classroom windows decorated with pages of writing and blotchy drawings by the children that attended the primary. We went to a tea shop just outside the town and ordered a plate of scones and tea.

“So how many girls have you done this to?” I said, attempting to spread cream on the freshly baked scone in front of me.

“You put the jam first and none actually,” Hermione assured, passing the jam jar over to me, “I’m not the kind of girl they’re interested in.”

“Well I always put the cream on the bottom thank you very much and what do you mean?”

“Suit yourself,” she shrugged, handing the cream over to me, “And I mean they only want the girls that in my opinion are stupid. One of them drowned last year after trying to complete a suicidal dare to impress everyone, yet they still ignore the risk factors all the time. It’s a wonder they’re all still alive really.”

“None of the girls at the school I teach are like that. They’re all too engrossed with playing sports or gaming to even notice me. Some of them are alright though, but I rarely have any contact with anyone except my best friend,” I said.

“You’re lucky you have someone to talk to,” Hermione warbled.

“Don’t you?”

“No. I’ve always been the crazy one, the over ambitious one, the dreamer, the independent one. Have been for years.”

“I’m unique in many ways but that’s what Albusette likes about me,” I told her, “I can’t imagine life without her.” Hermione laughed.

“I can’t imagine what would’ve happened to me this summer if I hadn’t have met you.” We stared awkwardly at each other, both blushing. From that moment on, both our lives changed forever.
Chapter 8

We met up everyday after that and Hermione wasted no time showing me all there was to see. She showed me the wood surrounding the river and its wonderful plantation and array of wildlife, the grey seals that sunbathed on jutting rocks far on the edge of the cliffs, the peaceful meadows strewn with dainty little buttercups and lilac flowers, the wheat heads bursting with nutritious seeds that fed the little hazel-furred mice that slept and darted in and out of the grass and pleased I greatly. Hermione would always perform a snippet from a well known musical to show off his skills or pass the time and sometimes I would even join in too.

“I do think you should be an actor, you’re awfully good,” I sighed.

“You’re just as good,” Hermione protested, “Your voice is as sweet as a nightingale if I do say so myself!” I chewed hungrily on the picnic we were eating and became entranced with the fuzzy little bumble bees dancing in the air.

“My dad used to take me to singing lessons. I did them for years until...” I hesitated. Could I trust Hermione with my darkest secret? We had both shared so much with each other and grown so close in a short amount of time but hundreds of doubts pounded in my head and I knew it was not the right time.

“Circumstances changed,” I added hastily, not looking her in the face. She frowned suspiciously but made no further comment on the subject. Albusette’s letter came through that evening and I read it with relish, glad to have an excuse to hint to my friend everything I had done during the past few weeks.

Dear Y/n,
Wow, it sounds brilliant! I wish I was there too! You’re ever so lucky, the only thing I’ve been up to is going for walks in the park and writing essays in the cafe all day. But, you won’t believe it, my husband, Lord Voldermort asked me out on a date but I’m not agreeing to go with them until you come home and give your honest opinion on him! I really hope you do because I think he’s quite sweet really and he knows so many interesting things to discuss about. Also we’re married and he might divorce me if I say no and divorces are expensive. Keep safe and well, hope to hear from you soon.
Love from,
Albusette.

I quickly found my pen and paper and scribbled a reply.

To Albusette,
I’m glad to hear you are well. Of course you should say yes, my opinion doesn’t matter in the slightest! Well, I’ve done quite a lot actually, there’s so much to see and do here, I wouldn’t be able to describe it to you all in a single letter.The only thing I will say is that I’ve met someone and I like them very much. I’ll tell you everything when I see you again, but for now I’ll leave you at a cliffhanger! Looking forward to a reply.
Y/n.

The next day, I attempted to creep out of the house at the crack of dawn to meet up with Hermione so we could set off to the caves in the eastern cliffs but Minerva stood in the door, peering at me sternly over her miniscule, oval glasses.

“Where are you off to?” she snapped. I gulped.

“The caves.”

“With whom?” I felt a wave of trepidation slice through me. I wondered if she could read my mind. How did she know? I had always been an honest girl and I wasn’t prepared to tarnish that reputation now.

“A friend,” I said simply. Minerva folded her arms.

“A friend?” I nodded firmly. She didn’t look certain but stepped aside.

“You be careful,” she warned. I felt obscurely alarmed. What did she mean?

“Goodbye,” I mumbled quickly, starting to walk down the dirt path and towards Hermione’s home.

“Goodbye to you too,” Minerva proclaimed, “And don’t expect there to be food on the table for you when you get back home.”

“I won’t,” I sighed wearily. I ambled briskly to where Hermione was standing and we started the three mile route to our destination.

“I’ll be awfully fit by the time the summer ends,” I teased, swinging my arms by my sides as we strode along.

“Don’t you exercise much?” Hermione asked, trudging along effortlessly as if she had walked the path many, many times before.

“Not really,” I admitted, “I’m usually glued to my phone or studying.”

“Studying for what?” Hermione remarked.

“Nothing really. Just pointless exams and all.” She furrowed his eyebrows.

“Do you not know what you want to be?”

“Nope,” I shrugged. Hermione stopped suddenly. “What?” I quizzed.

“I mean, don’t you long for something? Something you burn for every day and are desperate to have?” she exclaimed.

“Of course I do,” I answered grievously, thinking back to my childhood.

“And what’s that?”

“Do you need to know?” I asked her. I wondered ahead, leaving Hermione slightly stunned.

“I was just wondering.”

“You wouldn’t answer that question if I asked, would you?” She sighed.

“Why do you always assume?”she snapped bitterly, “Do let’s not bicker.” I didn’t say
anything and we finished the journey in utter silence.

By the time we got there, the sky had become a pearly ash, clouds swirling solemnly as the wind became more powerful. The sea leapt up more furiously than usual and Hermione feared a storm was on its way. She spied the cliffs in the corner of her eye as we walked towards the caves and she grew increasingly anxious of the danger we were in.

Just as we were a metre away from the inside of the first cave, there was a rumble above our heads and part of the cliff crumbled and plunged downwards where I was standing. I screamed and Hermione seized my waist and pulled me into the safety of the cave. I clasped hold of her, trembling fiercely.

“Are you all right?” she chided, clearly concerned. I slid onto a ledge and nodded, taking big gulps of air.

“I’m fine,” I assured, smiling calmly, “thank you. I could’ve died if it wasn’t for you.” Hermione sat down next to me.

“Are you sure?” I snorted.

“Since when did you become Miss. Serious or are you just acting again?” Hermione poked me savagely in the shoulder.

“Laughing in the face of death isn’t something to be proud of,” she snapped, “Come on, let’s go, you can meet my family instead. You clearly can’t be trusted.”

“My, don’t you sound like a parent.” Hermione tried to stay in a grouchy mood but she couldn’t in my presence. The clouds finally let go and fell into hysterics, soaking us both as we started running for shelter. Hermione offered me her coat.

“What about you?” I insisted.

“What about me?” I rolled my eyes.

“We’ll share it then,” she answered, using the coat as an umbrella.

“If we must,” I replied.

When we got to the lighthouse, Hermione’s parents offered us towels and greeted me
enthusiastically. Hermione’s mother was petite and wore a plain, scarlet cloth around her head to keep her hair back. She wore a baggy, turquoise dress and tight, gold beads on both her arms, her rosy cheeks pleasing to anyone who saw her. She walked with a slight hobble, but she was always doing something, never failing to complete a task. His father towered over all of them, his wiry, ivory- white hair exactly the same texture as Hermiones.

He wore a brown corded shirt and patched, mahogany trousers with ripped pockets and stains on the material. His teeth were discoloured and incomplete, a glint of gold here and there. He sat importantly at the table waiting to be served as his wife bustled around the kitchen preparing us all a meal.

“I hope this hasn’t caused any inconvenience,” I said, my good manners never failing to be used.

“Not at all, it’s so nice to meet you,” Mrs Granger exclaimed, “We’ve heard so much about you!”

“Like what?” I gasped, suspiciously. They all laughed.

“That you’re annoying, horrible, and a sight for sore eyes,” Hermione teased, “Come off it, what do you think?” I didn’t reply and we gladly finished the rest of the delectable meal. We talked for a while and Hermione glanced out the window.

When Mr and Mrs Granger started on the washing up, Hermione motioned for me to follow her and we went up to the top of the lighthouse. From there, you could see all down the coast and I suspired in admiration. Hermione stood slightly closer to me.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“You can say that again,” I murmured. We gazed upon the view for what seemed like hours, both our hearts beating anxiously. I could feel the sweat building up in my palms and I took a deep breath, willing myself to have courage.

“You showed true chivalry back there by the cave,” I mumbled timidly, “You could’ve died yourself.”

“But I didn't, did I?” she guffawed.

“You might’ve though.”

“I’ve lived here all my life,” she explained, “You’re always safe with me, you know that?”

“I’m counting on it,” I snorted and then realised that Hermione was being completely serious.
She pulled me into her arms until I was close enough to see the fire burning in her eyes.

“Have I done something wrong?” I whispered.

“You really do love to assume, don’t you?” She leant in and kissed me so passionately that I collapsed into her arms, a thousand birds of song chorusing earnestly in my heart, pure, sweet bells ringing in my soul, the croaking of the cicada waking up on the first day of summer chirping in my mind. Hermione ran her fingers lovingly through my waist- length hair, wanting the moment to last forever. The moment that would entwine us for eternity.
Chapter 9

Over the next few days, Minaj became increasingly secretive and turned up repeatedly whenever she was least expected to my great annoyance. She was extremely down fallen when she heard that I was going out to the English Channel to explore the seabed and refused to say anything when I asked her why she was so interested. I went to the dock, still pondering over my Minaj's abnormal behaviour.

“Away with the fairies today are we?” Hermione chuckled.

“Just deep in thought about something,” I replied, glancing behind me. As soon as we were out of sight from the bungalow, I slipped my hand into hers and we carried on heading for the boat. Hermione sailed us further out than we had ever gone before and then stopped, staring closely at the sun.

“This seems about right,” she nodded, stripping down to her swimming trunks. She sprang into the air, tucking herself into a tight ball as her hair rose dramatically in the air before crashing into the water. I climbed down the ladder and then we both dived. Hundreds of schools of miniature, silver fish darted around us, spinning and twisting in all directions, never still and always moving. The ocean was so pure and cerulean, so clear that neither of us missed anything that happened. We resurfaced, gasping for breath. I ducked my head under again and screamed.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione inquired, wrapping her arm around my shoulder.

“I think…,” I trembled, “I think I just saw a shark.” Hermione disappeared for a few moments and then resurfaced laughing her head off.

“Look again.” There, a few metres or so away, was a gentle, ash dolphin. She flicked her head as almost if she was saying hello and then wriggled her smooth, powerful tail and swam away, swooping out of the water every now and again in playfulness.

“Wow,” I whispered, completely awestruck. We spent the day diving in between the rocks to find the microscopic wildlife that inhabited there before finally climbing back onto the boat to watch the sunset. Hermione put her arms around my body and pulled me in as we watched the dying sky. In the distance, a harbour porpoise drifted through the shallows and I vowed I would never forget this day, even when I grew old and my mind started to fade.

Hermione drifted the boat back to shore and we jumped off, still holding hands.

“Do you dance at all?” I questioned.

“Depends what type of dance you are referring to,” she said, placing her hand around my waist and the other uplifted. I assembled into an elegant frame and after a few stumbles and accidents, we managed to fit each other’s rhythm and danced a pulchritudinous waltz together, both of us only able to feel, the ability to think completely gone. We broke away from each other, both stunned for words.

“I had no idea you could dance so well,” I breathed.

“I was nothing compared to you. Where did you learn to do that?” I turned away.

“I did dance until a year ago. Minerva forced me to quit because it was interfering with my Minaj’s violin lessons,” I cursed, rage burning through me, “Everything I love is always taken away from me. I can never enjoy something without it being snatched away from my grasp. Why does life have to be so cruel?”

“It’s what shapes us to become who we are. To realise our strengths and weaknesses, finding ourselves in the process. Nothing ever happens without a reason. You could call it destiny if you like, but I’ve always thought it was something more than that. A power unreadable by the human. A hidden mystery that is yet to be found,” Hermione pronounced. I leant into her.

“You have such a way with words.” We kissed before Hermione pulled away.

“Do you have anything else you want to show me before you give me a heart attack?” she joked. I pondered for a moment.

“There is one thing that I still do. Minerva thought it was feminine and acceptable so she let me carry on.”

“And what’s this talent then?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t call it a talent. Alright, I’ll tell you. I can play the piano,” I laughed. Hermione bowed.

“Then may I have the honour of escorting to your very own Madam Y/n Phil-McCrackin?” I shook my head in disbelief.

“How you manage to conjure up the most obscure of things is beyond me.” We went back to the boat, to my bewilderment and stepped on board. Hermione then revealed a trap door and climbed into a dusty room. She lit a lamp, flickering in front of us as a guide as she surveyed the room. It was a bedroom with an antique bed and desks brimmed with paper, broken pieces of unidentifiable objects, and navigation equipment. Posters of old rock bands hung on the wooden walls, the smell of mould wafting around the room. And on the edge of the intricately patterned rug, was a piano. I opened and closed my mouth, pinching myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

“Go on then,” Hermione prompted, pointing at the instrument. I carefully brushed the dust off the lid with my sleeve and lifted it. I flexed my fingers before laying them on the dull white keys. From the first note, Hermione was gripped, the urge to laugh uncontrollable when I played a major bar and then, dramatically, the need to fall into hysterics of tears clutched her heart as melancholy struck through the atmosphere.

She sang, the words coming to her mouth without Hermione having to consider anything, almost as If she had learnt the song many years ago and it had finally erupted in her memory, as clear and simple as the sun rising after the cruel darkness of the night. I slowed to a halt, my fingers rising elegantly into an arch before ending the song. I smiled at Hermione.

“There you go.” Hermione swept me off the floor.

“You’re so gifted,” she whispered, “Come I want to show you something.” We climbed up the ladder and Hermione instructed me to lie on the floor. I stared at the roof. Then, Hermione slid it open. I gasped. Thousands upon millions of stars blinked gently against the inky blackness of the vast, night sky, twinkling brightly with joy. The heavens seemed to rain down on us, the world vanishing before our very eyes. A shooting star shot across the stratosphere, coruscating and leaving a trail of showering crystals behind her.

“Make a wish.” I scrunched up my face, not daring to breathe and wished that the moment would last forever. If this wasn’t love, I had no idea what it was.

I propped myself up on my elbows. “My dad, Draco Malfoy Phil-McCrackin and I used to go stargazing every night together. One night, when I was eight years old, he seemed vulnerable, easily scared and cautious. He wasn’t himself. He wished Minerva and my daughter Minaj goodbye more fervently than usual, almost as if it was the last time he would ever see them again,” I murmured, tears trickling down my cheek, “We went up to the tallest hill in the village and he pointed up to the pole star and told me he’d always be proud of me, even if he were thousands of light years away. And then he led down, rasping slightly his life ebbing away, and he died.” I broke off, unable to carry on.

“I know how you feel.” I gazed into her eyes.

“You don’t.”

“I do,” she snapped, “My eldest son, Snoop Dogg, loved me more than anyone else in the world. He taught me how to perform and played me tracks of famous musicals and films, acting it out as they went along. Soon, I could dance and sing in tune and we’d make up our own plays, pushing each other to the limit and teaching ourselves new techniques as the years went by and we had access to even more resources. He risked everything to see me grin, he even sneaked us up to London to watch Les Miserable. He got into so much trouble and was grounded for weeks, but he still made that sacrifice all for me and didn’t utter a word of complaint. I was only 15, he was 11, when we went to our favourite beach to practise a scene we had been working on all month. Then suddenly he collapsed. I called him, thinking it was all a joke but he remained still and unmoved. He was dead. The doctors said he had a hole in his heart. His body couldn’t cope any more.” We both cried, hugging each other in sympathy. We had both finally found a comfort to their aching wounds.

She dragged me down into the boat and slammed me into the bed.

"Fancy a fuck?"

She got up from the bed and turned to stare at me for ten minutes. She continued to stare until she got up and leaned against the boat wall putting her hand on her hip. She crossed her legs at the ankle and broke her bone, the white carrot-like body part sticking out of her body sexily as she pouted and batted her eyelids. Her battling eyelids reminded me of Dolores Umbridge who used to fuck me so well. My clit started pulsing like a heart, growing extra veins and leaking piss. My clit’s brain read the brain of Hermione’s clit and told me it was begging for my pussy. Hermione was so desperate for me.

"Been a while since you last fucked someone?" I said, further translating the messages her clit’s brain was sending my clit.

"A few years," she said, looking away from me as I raised an eyebrow, "okay fine, 348975934875938 billion years ago."

"Yes, all right, I’ll fuck with you." She smiled, her lips stretching from one ear to the other, literally. She strutted around the boat and I watched her arse. Far more muscular than my own, almost as round and high as a horse’s. Mid.

"By the way, It’s been so long that I’m not fussy. If you just shoved your fingers in my pussy for a few minutes, I’d be happy.” She wrapped my arms around my shoulders and pressed up against me.

“Want to see my tits?" I said.

"I’d love to."

My clothes crumbled off my waist like the peel of a banana. I put my hands on hips and jutted my chest forward, "Well? What do you think?"

Hermione cupped them and started fondling them, my clit starting to slap against the walls of my vagina in excitement. "Very nice, very nice indeed." I wasn’t surprised. My massive, bulging chicken fleshed coconuts with little pink nipples that hardened against fingers into pink, hard-boiled sweets had been loved by Draco, Bellatrix, Dolores and now Hermione.

"That’s something I like about women," I said. "Men are so… boring to fuck. They have no breasts. I might’ve stayed with Draco Malfoy, not my father by the way, my ex-boyfriend, if he had breasts." She smirked at me, kneeling in front of me. I didn’t need to listen to my clit’s brain to know what she wanted next.

"You are so desperate," I smirked back, wrapping a hand around the back of her head and pulling it into my bare pussy meow meow. I was soon sighing and grinding against her face. This felt far more pleasurable than sucking Draco’s cock, Bellatrix’s clit and Dolore’s flaps, so much more spicy and salty... she could feel my arousal rising fast, partially from the ribbits escaping my mouth and partially from the shrek coloured cum leaking onto her face.

“Mmm, Y/n.”

"Use your nose!" I commanded, so she did, pushing my tiny, orange pea-like clit up and down the bridge of her nose.

"What’s this thing?" she said, stopping to pull out an unexpected fold of skin from my ass that was so long it reached my clit.

"Who cares, just lick it. You should know what it is anyway, you have one."

She used the strength of her tongue and jaguar like jaw to lick the flap. I grinded against her and uttered deep moans until I was juicy and frantic and she grabbed my buttocks to stop me blasting off into space like I did when Draco fucked me all those years ago.

“Don’t stop.” She obeyed me and dug her nine inch fingers into the 493 cm thick pubes on my vagina. I squirted shit intertwined with gone off fish corpses from the supermarket into her face immediately and she cummed straight after from the sexy smell. I smirked down at her." You cummed faster than I expected. Bellatrix and Dolores always took a long time to cum."

"They probably haven’t been celibate as long as I have," I jumped further up the bed, my breasts bouncing.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get yourself naked!"

Hermione shed her layers like skin.

"Come and get me, big girl..."

Hermione crawled up the bed and hovered over me. Her vagina transformed into a dick.

"Oh, you are a big girl, aren’t you, your dick is bigger than a house!" I wrapped my legs around her waist and pulled her on top of me. I used my knees to push her up my body until the head of her penis started to slide in. "How does that feel?" I asked.

"Good. Mmm, mommy Phil-McCracking. You’re a lot looser than I’m used to."

"Looser? Never tell a woman she’s loose!"

"I like the garlic hibernating in the spare space though."

"Hibernating garlic? I have garlic hibernating in my pussy meow meow? What do they feel like?"

"Garlic," she grunted, "Hot."

Her hands gripped my buttocks so hard, I thought I’d have fingerprint sized bruises all over the cheeks, "Tilt your hips forward so you’re... there... yes..." She seemed to be just as muscular inside as she was out, and her prick felt like a cow’s teat being milked for every last drop of fluorescent, bee’s breastmilk.

She started to move, putting as much pressure as she could where I directed her, watching my eyelids flutter and Hermione barked her orders. She was fascinated by my boobs as they bounced in time with her thrusts.

“Fuck me you smexy Fiona look alike!’ and she didn’t stop, even when she realised she’d started to bang my head up against the bed frame, not that I minded, and I clawed down her back with my short sharp nails. She continued pounding her 900km/h, rabbit-like thrusts into my triangle pussy.

“That’s enough,” I said, pushing her out of me and kissing her, “do you like my tits?”

"I do, I like them very much. Indeed, when I get up the energy, I shall have another play with them." My eyes started spinning in all directions and I accidentally shat the bed, my clit moulding into a juicy, wobbly, artificial cock. It looked heavy and drooped slightly.

"What are you planning on doing with that?" Hermione said, "You’re not sticking that thing in me!"

"Come on, Hermione, I let you fuck me!" I sat up, putting my hands on my hips and pouted a little, my penis now bobbing around like a rubber duck in a bath. I wiggled my shoulders so my boobs swung in circles in her face, "Go on... you know you’ll like it..."

She groaned and bent down into all fours, turning around and lifting up her arse. “Yes mommy Phil-McCrackin.”

"Excellent!" I grabbed her buttocks, already bruised from my overly enthusiastic squeezing and used my hard, big nipples to spread her legs a little wider. My fingers, thick with the automatic lubrication that came with my finger, stabbed inside of her.

"Be careful!" she snapped. "It’s been a while..."

"Yes, and I can see why you thought I was loose!" I said, happily scratching her rectum, “there isn’t any room for garlic to hibernate in here!”

"Watch your damned nails, Y/n! I reached around and gave her penis a fondle, stroking from base to tip to shut her up.

"I’ll do that kitten, obey your alpha or else." She slapped my hand away, and rubbed herself but lost interest in her masturbation as soon as I penetrated her ass hole. She arched up as I hit the right spot.

"Right, we’re off! Ready, set, go!" I grabbed her hips and thrusted into her hard. She stroked herself again, until she was nearly hard and I started throwing back my head and moaning low and deep. I always wondered what it would be like to fuck with a penis and I was happy to know it felt superb. Maybe that’s why Draco was always so horny for me. I leaned down, resting on her back, still thrusting inside of her, one hand cupping her balls. I tickled her lightly before twisting her balls in my hand, both of them beginning to vibrate and blast out the polish national anthem.

“Jeszcze Polska nie zginęła,
Kiedy my żyjemy.
Co nam obca przemoc wzięła,
Szablą odbierzemy!”

"I’m going to fuck you hard, now, Hermione," I said and she grunted as I shoved myself forcefully inside of her. I found a rhythm she enjoyed, her penis and her g spot squawking in pleasure and releasing peanut and jam sandwiches all over the bed which had started falling onto the floor and filling up the room. We were soon swimming in a pool of PB&J sandwiches but I carried on thrusting inside of her. She pushed back against me, encouraging my thrusts, begging for me to increase the speed, the sounds of sweaty flesh slapping solidly against bony buttocks echoing around the boat.

I returned to the bungalow in the early hours of the morning in a daze. I still couldn’t believe what had happened during the night and I had a deep desire to see Hermione as soon as I could. I was shocked to find Minerva packing bags in the kitchen.

“What are you doing?”

“Packing and you’d better make a start,” she hissed, “You’ve hardly done anything for us. Too busy with that friend of yours.” I knew she had been overjoyed that I hadn’t been near them for weeks but she was always willing to pick a fight with me. I went into my room to find my Minaj sobbing into her pillow.

“Hey, are you alright?” I chided, thinking that she was probably mourning over a broken hairbrush or something pathetic like that.

“I wish someone loved me,” she muttered hoarsely. I put my hand on Minaj’s shoulder.

“Plenty of people love you.”

“Not like that girl loves you,” she sobbed, “No one has ever kissed me like that before.”

“You’re thirteen, of course no one has.”

“None of my boyfriends have ever cared about me,” she said, “It was always to impress their
friends or become the latest rumour.” I sighed.

“I don’t even know if we’re dating to be honest.”

“It’s going to be so hard to say goodbye to her. We’re leaving tomorrow, what are you going to say?”

“What?” I gasped. I had been so enraptured with the holiday’s events I had completely
forgotten that it would all have to come to an end sooner or later. I slumped against the wall.

“You can’t tell Minerva about this.”

“I was meant to,” she explained, “Minerva set me up to spy on you to find out who you were seeing. You know what she’s like when it comes to love, ever since Dolores left you she’s always protested against it. But when I did see you and her last night, I realised love is more important and true than anything else. You can still love again, even if your ex-boyfriend and all your ex-wives fell out of love with you.” I couldn’t believe it was my own Minaj talking.

“You’re kidding right?” I questioned.

“No, I'm not. I was always so jealous of you because Draco Malfoy Phil-McCrackin chose to die next to you instead of me. But I realise now that I wasn’t even born yet so he couldn’t die next to me and it wasn’t your fault. I’m Sorry.” I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Hermione had repaired almost everything that was broken in my life. I didn’t know how I was going to let her go.

“Mum,” Minaj said, “can I ask you something?” I nodded. “What happened between you and dad. I sighed.

“It’s a long story but here we go.”
Chapter 10

When I was in school, my best friend was Albusette Dumbledore who of course, as you know, is still my best friend. Our friendship group included Harry Potter, who I now dislike and Rita Ora who I’ve been on and off friends with for quite some time. We were brief acquaintances with Lord Voldermort, who eventually got married to Albusette. And of course, we were friends with Draco Malfoy who just happened to have the same name as my dead dad, Draco Malfoy Phil-McCrackin.

Me and Draco both laughed uncontrollably as we stumbled out of the classroom, our English teacher shooting us a furious glare. The entire class was staring at us and Albusette tried to hold in a laugh as our teacher became even more vexed with our behaviour.

“Go to the head of year office, now!” She exclaimed, pointing a sharp finger in no direction in particular. We both covered our mouths to try and make the situation better but of course it did nothing. We walked down the stairs and I pushed Draco and he tripped, nearly losing his balance.

“Idiot,” he said, hitting me across the head as I ducked too late.

“You’re the idiot for getting us sent to Miss,” I snorted. He rolled his eyes.

“Say that again and I’ll…”

“Okay, I said you’re the idiot for…” I interrupted as I was elbowed, yelling in pain. He smirked.

“Serves you right.”

“You didn’t deny it though,” I teased, “Maybe because you know I’m right.” He turned around to face me. A few metres away was a stark white arch that would lead us to the front of A block.

“Oh, shut up.”

“Make me,” I said, taking a step closer and trying to fight the sheepish smile spreading across my face. He suddenly pushed me against the wall. The atmosphere became serious and I felt the butterflies in my stomach leap up my body.

So many sleepless nights had forced me to believe that he would never think of me in the way that I did. I had never even given myself a trickle of hope that we would ever be anything more than friends.

But now we locked gazes, oceans crashing inside of his eyes. I dared glance at his lips and realised he was looking at mine. Our faces were touching, our lips inches away from each other. Draco was suddenly kissing me, instantly pulling away slightly. As soon as he saw my flustered cheeks, I pulled his tie towards me and kissed him more aggressively and he kissed back for much longer this time.

“What if someone sees us?” I whispered, gasping slightly as my breath sent goosebumps down his neck.

“Then that’s their problem,” he said, shoving me against the wall even harder and kissing me hungrily. We eventually drew apart, knowing we had to go to the head of year office before we got into even more trouble than we already were. We walked slowly, giving ourselves a chance to calm down and rid the redness in our faces. He had just kissed me. My crush had just kissed me.

“Wouldn’t mind being sent to the head of year office more often,” I said, Draco walking close behind me.

“Who says we need to be sent to the head of year office?” I tilted my head towards him and he stopped, our bodies bumping into each other. He squeezed my thigh and I tried to stifle a moan at the unexpected action. A mischievous twinkle flashed through his eyes at the noise.

“What was that Y/n?” I went slightly red, grasping his hand and dragging him along.

“Come on.” He laughed and followed behind me. After the usual telling off and ramble about immaturity and respect we were given detention.

“You can both go to my classroom tomorrow breaktime,” she snapped, “You’d better go to next lesson then, what do you have?”

“Science,” I replied, wanting to leave her sight as quickly as possible.

“Get going then,” she said and we both walked out of her office without hesitation. As soon as we were walking down the stairs to C block, I felt his warm fingers on my lower back and a shiver shot down my spine.

“Well, well, well what a naughty girl you’ve been, Y/n. Detention?”

“Like you haven’t been a naughty boy too,” I said, raising an eyebrow. I felt the pressure on my back increase before he drew his hand away.

When we got to the door, he whispered “See you in detention then,” before walking in, keeping a good distance between us. I felt a twinge. But, I knew it was probably for the best. I went to sit next to Harry, forcing myself to pretend that nothing had happened. Maybe he would realise that he didn’t like me and we would both pretend like nothing had ever happened. I couldn’t stop staring at Draco throughout the lesson and everything the teacher said was simply a rambling voice in the back of my head. All my thoughts were devoted to him.

My heart thudded in my chest as I grew more nervous by the minute. I turned the corner and saw the classroom, rubbing my fingers together as I felt the fluttering in my chest. I checked my phone and realised I was two minutes early as I stepped into detention, Draco already sat in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall and grinning. I took a seat next to him as he observed my every move.

“Didn’t know you were that desperate to get to detention,” I said.

“I could say the same thing about you.” Our head of year walked in at that moment and sat herself at her desk.

“No talking,” she instructed, “You can leave here five minutes before lessons start.” She began marking and Draco reached for my upper leg and started tracing his fingers along the parts he could reach. I bit down on my lip in an effort to stay silent as the warmth of his touch sent the nerves tingling through my body. So, it wasn’t just a mistake then. I couldn’t take my eyes off him and he glanced at me, grinning as he saw the tinge of pink on my cheeks, applying more pressure in his fingers. This time I really had to fight hard not to let a single sound escape my mouth.

Suddenly, the door was flung open and a teacher came in hurriedly.

“Miss, two boys in your year got into a fight, it’s quite serious and…” Miss instantly jumped to her feet.

“Lead me to them,” she said, turning to face us, “You two stay in here and if I’m not back in time, you can leave, understood?” We nodded and she slammed the door behind her. We both moved as soon as we heard the satisfactory click and my arms were around Draco’s neck in seconds.

“Desperate, are we now?” he mocked, sliding his hands around my waist.

“Only for you,” I laughed and he slammed me onto the table. Pain shuddered through my spine but somehow it felt weirdly pleasant.

“How desperate?” he whispered, “Shall I make you beg?”

“Oh Draco, please,” I groaned.

“Not good enough.” He kissed me hungrily and my hands ran through his hair. He pulled back.

“Do you like that?” He said, inches from my face, “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” I said underneath my breath.

“I can’t hear you Y/n.”

“More,” I said desperately. I kissed him and I felt his tongue being put between my teeth. My heart leapt in my chest and I slid my hands underneath his shirt. His mouth pressed into my neck, his soft lips against my body making me jerk every so slightly. I felt him trying to suck my skin and I pushed his head away.

“Everyone is going to see it if you do it there,” I hissed. He grinned as soon as he knew he had consent.

“Unbutton your shirt then.” I undid two buttons and felt his mouth just beneath my collarbone. I moaned, my thumb caressing his cheek. He lifted his head, leaving a dark red mark on my skin.

“Did I hear something?” I went red and playfully pushed his shoulder. Why did he have to make me feel like this whenever he spoke to me?

“You know what you heard,” I muttered.

“I think you can go louder than that.”

“Try me.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Are you sure you want to risk such a thing Y/n?” The bell suddenly rang and we both jumped. He tucked his shirt in and I did my buttons up, grabbing my bag and coat. We both rushed to class out of breath, trying to smooth our hair down and calm our nerves.

“You’d better remember what you said just now Y/n.” I rolled my eyes, the energy between us sizzling in silence.

“Bet you won’t be able to do it,” I teased.

“You’ll regret saying that.”

“We’ll have to see,” I said. His body brushed up against mine, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Meet me after school, my house is empty for a few hours,” he said into my ear. I shivered. He left and entered the classroom, taking a seat next to his friends before I was even by the door. I saw Albusette near the front and sat down.

“What took you so long?” she questioned.

“I told you, I had detention.”

“But I thought it was only 15 minutes?” I shrugged, knowing that if she knew the truth I wouldn’t hear the end of it. Albusette frowned but decided not to push the subject to my relief.

The lesson ended and we waited for Harry at the back of the classroom, a spark shooting through me when me and Draco made eye contact. I panicked when I realised we had P.E.

“What?” I blurted. Harry looked taken aback.

“Why are you so shocked?” she asked, thinking it was all a joke. I gulped and I saw the look Albusette was giving me. Uh oh.

“Nothing,” I said too quickly and began to hurry towards the changing room. I’ll be quick, I said, no one will notice a small mark underneath my collarbone…

But of course Albusette did.

“Who?” she hissed quietly.

“What are you on about?” She gave me a hard glare.

“Don’t act innocent Y/n. Who gave you that bloody hickey?” I couldn’t answer. I just couldn’t. I trusted Albusette, of course I did. But that didn’t mean I was going to tell her that me and Draco had made out in detention. So I didn’t. I was glad when I escaped her presence when school ended. Harry was completely confused, not understanding why me and Albusette were so angry at each other. They would both have to wait. I felt something tighten around my wrist.

“We’re catching the bus,” he whispered in my ear and I leant into his body. I followed him, knowing my dad would not care if I disappeared for a few hours. After the journey, we arrived at his house and went into the living room. I sat down on the sofa, apprehensive about what was going to happen next.

“You hungry?” he asked. I grinned.

“For you, yes.” He rolled his eyes. He slumped beside me, taking a hold of my wrists.

“Now my goody two shoes, remember our little conversation,” he said as I squirmed at the nickname, “I think it’s time I proved to you that you can go much louder than that.”

“Good luck,” I said, pulling him onto my body.

……………………………………………....

I moaned even louder, his hands slipping further down my back before reaching the hem of my skirt.

“I did warn you,” he said, kissing me more passionately as the seconds passed by.

“Draco, Draco…” I gasped, bruises covering my exposed stomach. His eyes lingered on my lips before they connected and my arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer.

“Still not satisfied. I think you can go louder.”

I felt his hands creep underneath my skirt and my heart froze as he pulled my tights down. My head began to thud and his fingers were on the button of my skirt as soon as he discarded the piece of clothing on the floor.

“Wait,” I said, dragging myself away from him, “We’re not even like official yet,” I stammered, “Don’t you think…”

“What’s stopping us from being just that?” I felt the sudden surge of butterflies.

“What?” I said in surprise. He rolled his eyes, smirking.

“I’ll put it simpler for you. Do you want to be my girlfriend?” My mouth widened in shock. I couldn’t believe it. I would rather be nowhere else in the entire world at that very moment.

“Well, of course!” I stammered.

“There you go. We’re official.” I leant further back into the sofa, Draco still on top of me. I was scared but something inside me told me I was ready.

“Go on then,” I said.

My daydreams did not give him anywhere near the amount of credit he deserved.
Chapter 11

“When is your mum going to be back?” I said gently. I was exhausted, the adrenaline that
had pulsed through my body less than an hour ago starting to drain away.

“In about an hour,” he replied, cuddling me against his chest. I groaned.

“I’ll need a shower, there is no way I can go home like this.” He nodded.

“You can use mine, my sister has a hair dryer somewhere.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and he grabbed my legs, carrying me to his bathroom. He went to his room and came back with a t-shirt and threw it at me.

“You can wear that.” I kissed his cheek.

“Thanks,” I said, putting the t-shirt on and deciding that he had seen enough of my body for today. Draco was much taller than me and the t-shirt reached just above my knees. He left and came back, wearing shorts. He grinned.

“What are you doing?” I asked, slightly taken aback.

“I need to shower too, you know. You weren’t the only person getting...” He didn’t finish his sentence but we both knew what he was about to say. He let me stand under the showerhead first, massaging the shampoo into my scalp as I leant into him and closed my eyes. The sweat that had covered me was tenderly washed away and I felt my body temperature beginning to drop.

As soon as we had both finished, he offered to dry my hair and I got dressed back into my school uniform which was creased in all different places. I looked at the time and realised it was already 6pm.

“I should go,” I said. His hair was still wet and he pulled me into a hug. I stood on my tiptoes so I could put my arms around his neck, feeling him press a small kiss on my cheek.

“Do you want to meet by the tree in the car park tomorrow so we can walk to school?” he suggested. I smiled.

“I’d love that.” We gazed at each other for a few moments, my heart beating contently. I started to walk down the path. I looked back, Draco still watching me with nothing but fondness in his eyes.

“Draco?”

“Mhm?” he said, leaning against the doorframe, his hands in his pocket. I grinned, unable to fight back the warmth forcing its way into my expression.

“I love you.”

……………………………………………....

Albusette’s jaw dropped when she saw me and Draco holding hands as we entered our form room. I saw everyone whisper when they caught sight of us.

“Wait, are you guys dating or something?” Lord Voldermort questioned, random girls in our class crowding around us. We glanced at each other, going red.

“Uhm, yeah,” Draco mumbled and they all squealed.

“Y/n and Draco are dating,” they chorused and everyone in our form’s attention instantly diverted to us. We separated and I went to sit next to Rita, Draco’s friends all asking him questions. Albusette and Harry turned around to face me.

“Was he the one who gave you a hickey then?” Albusette snapped, obviously still annoyed with me. Rita and Harry’s eyes both widened.

“Ooo, Y/n,” Harry said, “Did you and Draco make out?” I rolled my eyes.

“What do you think?” I muttered, glancing over at him. He was already looking at me and we both smirked slightly before I faced my friends again.

“I can’t believe you’re actually dating,” Rita laughed.

“I can’t either,” I said.

“Did you have sex?” Harry whispered jokingly and I forced myself to laugh, feeling Albusette’s suspicious stare burn into my face. The bell rang and we all got up, Albusette close at my heels.

“Y/n…”

“Talk later,” I hissed.

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“You’re sixteen, I honestly don’t think you should…”

“Minerva, you sound like you’re my mother or something,” I said, “I know that we probably shouldn’t have but I don’t know, it kind of just happened.” I shrugged my shoulders and she raised an eyebrow.

“Sure. At least you used protection I guess but still…” That sentence slapped me full on in the face and a wave of dread crashed into me. Crap. Why had I not given that a thought? Wasn’t that the most important thing to remember? Albusette gasped when she saw the expression on my face.

“Wait, did you?”

“Uhh…” I swallowed. I was surprised when she slapped me across the face.

“You, IDIOT!” she shouted, “What the hell were you thinking?”

“We were stupid, I can’t believe we forgot that, I promise you that’ll never happen again.”

“Yes, you were. If you have one missed period I’m marching you straight to the chemist store and you’re buying every brand of pregnancy test…”

“Okay, okay, calm down. It was just the once, you’re just overreacting,” I interrupted. She shoved me.

“I am not overreacting you dumbass. Don’t you ever do that again.” She stormed away and Rita came over to join me.

“What happened?” she quizzed.

“Uhh..” I hesitated, “We had an argument, that’s all.” Rita let out an exhausted breath.

“It was about Draco, wasn’t it?” All my friends had been overjoyed to learn that we had started dating but Albusette however was not impressed.

“You should go after her,” I sighed, “I’ll go hang out with Draco.” Rita nodded her head and I left them to go to the bench Draco was sitting on.

“Hey.” He grinned when he saw me, pulling me onto his lap. I put my arm around his shoulder and he put his round my waist. His friends played football while we talked, occasionally coming over to engage in our conversation. I felt guilty about what Albusette said and vowed that I would buy birth control pills as soon as I could.

……………………………………………....

“Happy Birthday darling,” Draco declared, kissing me in front of everyone. I hugged him and felt a necklace being placed around my neck. It had a rose gold link chain and a heart engraved with our initials swung at the end of it.

“Thanks,” I giggled, kissing him on the cheek, “I love it.” Albusette motioned for me to come over and I did after giving Draco an apologetic look.

“Any sign of your period yet?” she hissed in my ear. I rolled my eyes, collapsing into the chair opposite her. It had been over a month since their argument and even though they had made up, Albusette had refused to drop the subject.

“I’ve just been spotting but you know that’s a side effect of that blasted pill I’m on.” It was true, birth control had brought about many unpleasant side effects but at the end of the day, it was completely worth it. For once in my life I was glad that my dad went out drinking all night, leaving my house empty a lot of the time.

“Still, I think…”

“Minerva, please. It’s highly unlikely that anything happened. Do you know how long some people try to get pregnant?” She sighed but decided not to push any further. I got up.

“Where are you going?”

“To the toilet.”

“Again?” Albusette raised an eyebrow.

“Stop exaggerating, everyone pees Minerva.” She rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. Just hurry up.”

……………………………………………....

I checked the message on my phone one more time. ‘Don’t go home until 5pm. It’s a surprise.’ -Draco. I stood outside my door, waiting a few minutes for the clock to strike the number five. Albusette opened the door.

“Oh, hi Y/n,” Albusette said.

“What are you doing here?” I muttered.

“No matter, have fun,” Albusette whispered and they both left. I frowned, Draco coming to stand in the doorframe. I smiled, kissing him before I was led in.

“So, what’s this surprise then?”

“You’ll see.” He opened the door of my bedroom and I gasped. They had strung up dull amber lights all over the room, the curtains drawn and the only light source coming from my TV.

“Like?” I turned to him and threw my arms around him.

“I love it,” I murmured. He started to play music, pulling me against his body and placing his hands on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my head rested on his shoulder, his hair tickling my cheek. Closing my eyes, I only wanted to feel his touch and warmth as we slow danced around the room, my soul seeming to lift. I forgot everything,
gcses, my dad, my sister, Albusette, and everyone else. It was just us.

“I love you,” he whispered. I took a deep breath, melting into his hold.

“I love you too.” After what seemed like hours, we collapsed onto my bed, his elbow landing sharply on my breast.

“Ouch!” I yelped, cringing from the pain. They had never been this tender before and the agony spreading through my body nearly brought tears to my eyes.

“Are you alright?” he chided, looking severely concerned.

“I’m fine,” I groaned, “Just a stupid side effect from the pill.” He sighed.

“Come here,” he said, taking me into his arms and cuddling me. My head rested on his chest, rising up and down while he massaged my back.

“I hate that you have to take it,” he said in my ear.

“Well, we don’t really have much choice.”

“I know.” My eyes drooped and I suddenly felt immensely tired even though it was barely eight o’clock. I propped myself up, gesturing to the TV.

“Wanna watch something?” He grinned. But of course we hardly watched it. It’s called netflix and chill for a reason. It was our sixth time and everytime it somehow got better. I was shattered by the time we finished and was nearly asleep when Draco had turned the TV and the lights off.

“Why have you been so tired recently?” he questioned, resting against me as we both settled down to sleep.

“I don’t know,” I said under my breath, my eyelids now refusing to open, “Let’s just go to sleep, alright?”

……………………………………………....

Me and Albusette sat down to eat lunch. Harry had been distancing himself from us for a while and any attempt to talk to him usually didn’t end well so we stopped trying. Rita came over to join us and the smell of vinegar hit my nostrils as soon as she was near us. I felt the acidic sludge crawling up my throat and ran to the bathroom, covering my mouth and only just making it in time. Albusette came into my stall.

“Are you alright? What happened?” she gasped.

“Rita’s vinegar reeked, I’ve never smelt something so strong in my life,” I exclaimed. She
frowned.

“You threw up because Rita’s vinegar smelt that strong to you?”

“Did you not smell it?” She shook her head. I should’ve been more suspicious but instead I decided to ignore the incident, even when I began to throw up everyday.

The next day was Saturday and I went to meet up with Draco at the park. He packed a picnic and we found a remote hill to set it out.

“How’s your sister?” he said between mouthfuls of food, feeding me bits of sausage roll. I licked the crumbs off his fingers and he laughed, rubbing his thumb along my jaw.

“Alright. Haven’t been in contact with her for a while.”

“Ah,” he said, “problems with your mum or?” I nodded. He went silent and I realised why.

“I’m sorry, we can change the subject,” I said quickly, fear creeping through me as his body tensed. He shook his head.

“It’s fine. It’s just hard sometimes I guess.” I nodded, kissing his cheek, my arm slipping around his shoulder. Losing my dad had made it easy to sympathise with him. Our fingers intertwined and he took a sip out of his cup before leaning back and pulling me onto his chest. We kissed a few times before getting up and heading towards the meadow in the distance, seashell strands of wheat heads rustling in the breeze. We fell into the long grass and carried on kissing as I traced my finger down his chest.

……………………………………………....

“I hate my period,” I said, rubbing my abdomen to try and soothe my cramps, “I’m hardly bleeding at all yet I still get all the symptoms.”

“Isn’t that a bad sign?” Albusette said, “Pretty sure that isn’t meant to happen.” I shrugged.
“I bet you a hundred pounds it’s that damn birth control pill.”

“I think you should stop taking it,” Albusette said. I snorted.

“Yeah, no way. I’m not getting pregnant, thanks very much.”

“Why can you not you know- stop doing the ‘devil’s tango’ for a while…” she suggested. I laughed.

“Absolutely not. You have no idea how good it feels,” I mumble, letting out a satisfactory sigh.

“You’re talking to someone who’s ace you know.”

“Yeah,” I laughed, “But honestly, I’ll do anything even if it means I have to take that pill, so be it.” I took a paracetamol tablet out of my bag, the migraine I had been fighting on and off for the entire month placing me in discomfort. “Hopefully that helps.” Albusette nodded. I got up to leave to go find Draco.

“Wait… Y/n?”

“Yes,” I said, turning to face her.

“So, your body is fine and all, not body shaming or anything,” she mumbled, going slightly pink, “But have you gained a bit of weight recently?” I looked down to examine myself.

“I’m probably just bloated from my period. Also, I’ve heard this thing where people lose weight and gain it and stuff when using birth control,” I explained, “And before you complain about birth control again I…”

“No but seriously,” Albusette sighed, “Are you sure it isn’t something else?”

“Like what?”

“You know...uhm,” she hesitated, “the thing we were talking about a few months ago…” My heart jolted.

“Oh for goodness sake,” I snapped, my mood changing in seconds, “I am 100 percent not pregnant, I know I was dumb for not using contraception the first time with Draco but why do you have to keep going on about it? Just get over the fact that everyone makes mistakes and leave it at that!”

“Why are you being like this? You’re never ever this aggressive,” Albusette said.

“Well maybe I’m sick of your crap. Even if I have gained weight that’s ridiculous because baby bumps don’t start showing until the second trimester and it’s only been two months. Just shut up about it, okay?” I threw my bag on the floor and marched away, clenching my fists. Albusette was being ridiculous and it was driving me around the bend. Why couldn’t she just stop? I knew what would make her shut her mouth. I shoved past Draco on the way home to his confusion. I would regret it later but right now I had to do this. I bought two packets of pregnancy tests from the store, for the sake of being sure. ‘This is a waste of money,’ I thought, ‘I can’t believe I have to do this because of how ignorant Albusette is.’

I got home and went into the bathroom. As soon as I did what I had to do, I waited, both the tests pending. I took them into my room and called Albusette. She answered straight away.

“Look, I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. But listen, I’m not pregnant, look…” I held one of the tests under the camera, not realising what it had come back with. My heart froze. I slowly moved the phone away from my face to look directly at the test. Two lines, the one of the left
much darker than the other, stared at me. Albusette hesitated.

“Y/n?” I threw it down, forcing myself to believe it was a mistake as I reached for the other test. There was only one word in bold scrolled across the screen. Pregnant.
Chapter 12

I hardly remember the night I found out I was pregnant. Albusette had come over and tried to comfort me as I cried and cried and cried. I couldn’t be pregnant. I had done all I could to stop it from happening and all it took was the first five minutes of my virginity. She had called the hospital to book an ultrasound, telling me it was a week tomorrow at 1pm and we would check the baby’s health and figure things out from there. I hardly listened to anything she told me. I dragged myself through the whole week, watching my lower stomach bloat and avoiding Albusette all together. I ended up skipping school most days, forcing myself to cover it all up so no one would be suspicious.

I knew I had to tell everyone, especially Draco. I just wanted one more normal day where it could be me and him living normal teenage lives before it was all over.

“You alright?” he quizzed. I nodded.

“Fine,” I replied, “Where are we going?”

“Wait and see,” he laughed, taking my hand and guiding me towards the train station in the distance. He kept his hand around my waist the entire journey, bright lights flashing past as the train chattered on towards our destination.

“This is our stop,” he whispered, placing a kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes at the kiss, grinning stupidly as I let him take me to wherever we were going. I saw the glowing colours in front of us, groups of people wrapped head to toe in scarves and hats all heading in the same direction. I saw the ferris wheel poke above the city buildings before anything else, echoes of laughter and noise barely reaching our ears. I squeezed Draco’s hand and felt a squeeze back.

“So this is the big surprise then?” He laughed.

“Like it?”

“I love it.”

After purchasing our tokens, we headed straight for all the fun rides the Winter Wonderland had to offer. We laughed and joked around, our eyes never failing to meet as I looked up to him in wonder. We paid for the ferris wheel, gazing out at the dark sky, my head resting on his shoulder. I felt his fingers in my hair, so innocent, so carefree. My heart began to thump. How could I end all this? All the small romantic gestures that were so childlike and weren’t serious. I placed my hand on my stomach. I had to pretend for a little bit longer that the biggest change to our lives was still non-existent. I couldn't tell him tonight. I would never be able to bring myself to do it. It wasn’t the right time.

Small children and smiling teenagers were below us, the Christmas decorations twinkling at us from every direction. Never in my life had I felt so alone. And then I had to remind myself this was all my fault. I was only feeling all this because I had been so thoughtless.

After we got off the ride, Draco bought us crepes and we ate them quickly, licking oozing, chocolate sauce off our freezing cold fingers. We joined the line of people waiting to ice skate, chatting excitedly and reminiscing silly childhood memories. We were given our skates and I stumbled onto the ice, nearly losing my balance. I felt Draco’s firm grip on my waist from behind and he gently glided across the ice away from everyone else. He twirled me around to face him and my heart jumped as his blue eyes connected with mine.

We picked up speed on the ice, our bodies pressed against each other, every slip I made saved by his hands pulling me even closer. I let go of everything, the winter air flying into my face as I let Draco take control. A clear laugh cut through the air and I felt him lift me slightly. Out of breath, we leant against the side of the rink, red in the cheeks. My teeth were chattering and he took off his hoodie and offered it to me.

“Won’t you be cold?” I said as he took my jacket off.

“You’d better keep me warm.” I pulled it over my head and he helped me back into my jacket. I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek.

“If you insist,” I said. It was getting late by the time we were on the train going home and I fell asleep, my head resting on Draco’s lap. I felt a tap on my nose and I opened my eyes, Draco’s face in my blurred vision.

“Wakey wakey darling.” I groaned in protest. He rolled his eyes. “Having good dreams about me are you?”

“Oh shut up,” I snorted.

“You should remember what happened last time you told me to shut up.”

“Yes,” I said, “You pushed me up against the wall and started making out with me, don’t remind me.” He grinned.

“Sure you don’t want me to remind you?” We walked towards his house but he went down a different path. He pushed me up against a tree and started kissing me aggressively. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and I felt his clashing up against it.

“Come on,” he said. We went up to the top of the hill, snowflakes plummeting to the earth and falling onto our clothes, the pearl drops of sugary white entwining with his hair. Hundreds of dull yellow streaks blinded our vision, the snow melting against our body heat.

“I think it’s getting too cold to stay out here any longer.”

“Yeah,” he said, “you’re right. We should roll down the hill.” I snorted.

“Are you five?”

“No. I’m just logical. It’ll be much quicker.”

“Fine,” I said, kneeling on the ground, “You first or you’ll murder me on your way down.”

“Could do that now,” he said, collapsing to the ground and placing his hands around my neck. He gently began to strangle me and I moaned. He loosened his fingers.
“I’ve heard you go much louder than that Y/n.” I slapped him playfully across the face.

“Quit messing around. We’re going to get hypothermia if we stay out here any longer.” He grinned and began to roll down the hill. I followed, screaming as my head spun. As soon as we got to the bottom, I stood up and threw up in the nearest bush. Sharp cramps hit me deep in my stomach and I felt the tears sting my cheeks.

Stop it Y/n. You have to forget about it for tonight. But I couldn’t. I was so fucking pregnant and I had ruined everything. I burst into tears and Draco ran over.

“Y/n?” No. I couldn’t tell him. Not now. Anytime but now.

“It’s just period cramps. I’m fine, we should go home.” Big lie. He frowned.

“I thought your period had ended?”

“Oh, you know, the pill doesn’t care about that and neither does my uterus.” The truth was I had stopped taking birth control as soon as I had found out I was pregnant. It had been a huge relief except for the fact most of my symptoms had been because of my pregnancy. He sighed.

“I think you should stop taking it. We can use other things like…”

“Draco, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” I hurried towards his house, trying to swallow the acidic sludge crawling up my throat as my eyes burned.

“What? Don’t worry? Y/n, you’re in physical pain, of course I’m going to worry.”

“Draco, I’m overreacting. I’m probably crying because of some hormonal imbalance. Let’s just drop the subject, okay?” I pleaded, opening the door of his house and shivering as the warmth hit my skin.

“Y/n...”

“I’m fine,” I interrupted, raising my voice.

“My sister is going to hear us,” he hissed, glancing at the time. It was 1am.

“Then shut the hell up.” He opened his mouth angrily before I jumped in, “Please, can we not argue, alright? We’ll talk about it tomorrow but I’m too tired for this kind of thing.” He huffed.

“Fine. I’m going to shower, dump your wet clothes in the washing machine and borrow something of mine. I’ll wash it all tomorrow.” He stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I did as I was told and then finally went into the living room. I slumped onto the sofa, stroking the pillow gently. The place where our child was given existence. I buried my face and cried myself to sleep. I woke up, the room still dark. I was alone, guessing that Draco had slept in his bed. I knew he would want to talk to me about last night as soon as he woke up. I checked my phone and saw the number six flash onto my screen. I took his hoodie and wriggled my feet into my drenched trainers. It would have to do. I locked the door behind me, sliding the keys through the letterbox and listening for the clatter as they hit the floor of the hallway. I had to tell my mum I was pregnant.

“What,” she said.

“Mum, I’m so sorry. It was an accident I…” It had been the first time in a long while since we both had a proper conversation. She was surprisingly neither drunk or suffering with a hangover which was just as well.

“You’re pregnant?”

I gulped. “Yes.”

“You’re having a baby?” I nodded, tears starting to fall down my cheek.

“I...”

“You’re having a child that’s going to burn into the rest of the money I have left after I’ve had to spend it all on you and your sister.” I hesitated.

“Excuse me?” She gritted her teeth.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about you ungrateful pig,” she snarled “Who puts food on your table? Hmm? Who pays your phone bill? Who? Who lets you live under their roof? Who? Who?” My temper snapped.

“Who has never been there for me when I needed it most? Who has always been too concerned about having as much money to spend on alcohol and who the hell knows what else instead of taking care of her own children? Who…” She slapped me across the face.

“Get out you slag. I will not be spoken to like that by a silly little slut like you. Out.” I stepped back in shock. She was kicking me out. She went up to my face.

“Get. Out. Now,” she growled. I snapped back into focus and turned my heel and headed for the door.

“Fine, I don’t want to stay in the presence of a dirty old sleazer like you anyway,” I shouted, “And for your information, I’m not a slag.” I had closed the door before I heard her reply. I knew who I had to call next.

“Minerva?” There was a silence.

“Y/n? Is that you? Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry I haven’t called you in so long...”

“I got kicked out.”

“What?” she exclaimed.

“I’m homeless,” I said, reality hitting me as I started to sob uncontrollably.

“Y/n, how…”

“I’m pregnant. Oh my gosh, what have I done Minerva I....”

“You’re what?” she yelped.

“I’m having a baby. I’m so dumb Minerva, oh my gosh. What am I going to do?”

“With who? Y/n how?” She screeched.

“With my boyfriend, we…”

“You what? You have a boyfriend?” I clenched my fists in frustration.

“Oh yes, of course you don’t know anything do you because you never call me. Oopsie, I forgot.” There was a silence.

“You’re right. Fuck, you’re so right.” I leant up against the telephone box, overwhelmed with emotion.

“I can’t stay much longer, I don’t have enough money to pay for extra time for this stupid phone thing.” I heard her let out a long breath on the other side.

“I’m coming to get you. Where do I pick you up?”

“What? Minerva, your boyfriend…”

“Y/n, you literally told me to hurry up because of the time limit. Where am I picking you up from?” I sighed.

“Churchston hospital. I’m getting an ultrasound at 1pm.”

“Great,” she said and I heard the beep as she hung up. I pushed the remainder of my change into the box, dialling the number I had learned off by heart from day one.

“Hello?”

“Draco, can you come to Willow-meadow Park please?”

“Y/n, where were you this morning…”

“Please?” I said. I could feel his frustration on the other side of the phone.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming.” I started to run towards the Park, realising all too quickly that I was exhausted. I felt the cramps coming back and I winced. No period pain had ever been this intense. Why hadn’t I figured it out sooner?

I saw him in the distance and my heart broke. His hair was stuck up in all different directions as if he hadn’t been sleeping properly and he looked like he was about to burst into tears. I rushed up to him and hugged him.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry,” I said. He put his arms around my neck.

“Look about last night, birth control, I…”

“I’m not here about that. I stopped taking birth control a few days ago.” He looked at me in surprise.

“What?” I took a deep breath and looked directly into his eyes.

“I don’t need it.” His sceptical expression began to fade.

“I think I’m jumping to the wrong conclusions but…” I took hold off his hands, my face crumpling.

“I’m sorry. I never wanted it to go this way.”

“Oh no, Y/n you’re not saying what I think you’re saying?”

“The first time we had sex we…”

“Didn’t use protection.” I saw tears glistening in his eyes as it all began to sink in and he pulled me into a tight hug.

“I don’t care what happens, I’m going to be there every step of the way. Every fucking step.”

“I love you,” I whispered, “I’m sorry for being so blunt and angry with you…”

“I’m sorry for getting you pregnant in the first place. If only I had stopped and thought about what I was doing…”

“It wasn’t your fault, I let you and…”

“It was both our faults. And now we’ve got to face the consequences.” I nodded.

“I need to process this, oh gosh…” he hissed, “I can’t…”

“I’ve got an appointment booked. I know how fast this is all moving oh my gosh… This is all too sudden for you and everything, I’m sorry.” he shook his head.

“Look, let’s just go there now. That’s important.” We said nothing on the way there. I had told him. I told Draco I was having his baby. It was so surreal, walking into the hospital and hardly hearing myself as we followed the nurse to the ultrasound room. Draco’s face was blank. He was so quiet that it scared me and I opened my mouth but nothing followed. I closed it again as an OB/GYN came in. She smiled sweetly, settling herself on the stool beside the examining table that I was led on. I felt Draco take my hand into his, staring at the wall with no emotion in his expression whatsoever. The midwife bit her lip awkwardly.

“I see,” she said, “I can tell you both have mixed feelings about this? We can discuss your options after the ultrasound…”

“I’m keeping the baby.” Draco’s gaze turned towards me. The nurse chuckled sheepishly .

“Alright dear, I’ll take you through the proceder and we can have this conversation later, how does that sound?” I knew that we would be judged for being so young but I never expected it to be like this. I felt like I was being treated like a child.

“Whatever,” I snapped. The sonographer came in and the OB/GYN went to sit by the computer screen. I jumped slightly as the cold gel hit my skin. He looked at me.

“First time?.” I nodded.

“It’s always cold when you first feel it but you get used to it.”

“I see.” I looked over to Draco who was still staring at the wall. As soon as he had finished, I was ushered over to sit in front of the midwife and Draco stood up with me. I gulped.

“Can I see the ultrasound?” She gave me a dirty look.

“When was the first day of your last period?” she questioned.

“Uhm, 30th of September I think.”

“You think?” I nodded.

“I wasn’t sexually active before…” I felt Draco flinch and I stopped talking. She tutted.

“Well, you’re due on the 19th of June.”
Chapter 13

Two years later.

“Mamma, Mamma, Mamma.” Minaj burbled, not quite saying the word correctly. I laughed, pushing her pram along the path. The trees were full of bright green leaves, striking dark streaks of shade in front of us, the sun streaming down in every gap. I stopped at a bench, facing the pram towards me. I gave her a packet of crisps and made sure she had enough milk. It was my last day with her until me and Draco’s holiday. Minerva and her boyfriend, who I was still on bad terms with, Harry Potter had promised to look after them while we were away and I was looking forward to the break.

“Should we go home now?” I said to Minaj. She was too young to respond properly but she looked up at me and banged her legs against the pram. I secured the buckles and made sure the strap wouldn’t rub her skin but would still keep her safe. Wiping her face clean, I got up and brushed myself down. Me and Draco had bought a small apartment together just outside of the park. It had three small bedrooms and was slightly cramped but it was the best we could get. It was ours and that’s what mattered.

The past year had been difficult and at times I wondered how I could ever get through having a baby as a teenager. But we made it through the newborn stage together and I had loved motherhood, no matter how many people had given me negative comments about my age. As long as we had each other. Me and Draco Malfoy.

I opened the door, pushing the pram over the threshold and entering the hallway. Draco came in, picking up Minaj straight away.

“You’re home early,” I said, kissing him on the cheek. He tickled Minaj and she laughed.

“They let us go a bit earlier. Have you finished packing?” I shook my head.

“I’ll put Minaj on her mat and go finish now.” I went into our room, hearing echoes of babbling and chatting in the living room. Half an hour later, I dragged Minaj’s suitcases into the car. It had been Minerva’s ex-boyfriend's car and he had given it to us when we had needed one.

“Is she ready?” I called. He came out, holding her in his arms. I squeezed his bicep.

“Damn, what muscles.” He rolled his eyes.

“Just open the car door, she’s flipping heavy.” I put her into her car seat and Draco got into the driver’s seat. We turned the radio up and sang along, Minaj trying to join in but failing as we laughed at her attempt. We got to Minerva’s house and her and Harry came out, helping us with the suitcases. Minerva took Minaj into her arms and carried her indoors.

“Are you sure they’re going to be alright? They have everything they need, don’t they? And…”

“Y/n, they’ll be fine. Don’t stress too much, you need this holiday, both of you. The past year hasn’t been easy.”

“Tell me about it,” I teased and I hugged her, “Thanks for everything Minerva.”

“No problem,” she said. We had dinner before it was time to go home. We had one last cuddle with the baby and bed them all goodbye.

“Just the two of us again,” I said, the rain thrashing against the car. He smiled and we held hands for a brief moment before his was on the steering wheel again.

“I have a surprise,” he said, taking a turn towards a large forest in the distance. It was getting dark and the rain fell heavier and heavier. He drove along a road going into the wood and stopped in a small car park.

“Let’s go for a walk.” I grinned, getting out of the car and gasping as the freezing cold drops of water hit my skin. We closed the door and our hands entwined. We ran into a clearing, the sky blackened by the rain clouds overhead. I heard rumbling in the distance, my hair and clothes completely drenched. It wasn’t long until we were kissing. I stood on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck and running them through his hair. The butterflies in my stomach had toned down quite a lot since our first kiss but I could always feel them flutter slightly as his soft lips pressed against mine. His breath sent goosebumps down my spine and I parted my mouth to let his tongue find its way in. My eyes were half open, his hands slipping under my shirt.

“Idiot, I’m freezing,” I whispered against his lips, the cold air hitting my bare skin. I felt him smile.

“I think it’s time to go home.” We had planned to start the journey to Cornwall at 10am the next morning so we shoved our wet clothes into the washing machine and went up to bed. I changed into my pyjamas and so did Draco.

“Night.” We shared a brief kiss.

“Goodnight Y/n,” he said, pulling me closer to his side.

I ran down to the beach, my long hair flowing in the wind.

“Hurry up Draco!” He caught up and hugged me from behind, lifting me off the ground and spinning me around laughing. We both tripped and collapsed onto the sand. It had taken us all day to drive to the small cottage on the coast and unpack our bags. The burning amber sun sank into the horizon, setting the rest of the sky on fire. We leaned into each other, listening as the waves crashed onto the shore. Gradually, heliotrope purple tinged the edges of scarlet, darkness drenching the fiery colours of the heavens above.

We had both grown so much together during parenthood and my feelings had never changed. I loved Draco and I loved our children. I wouldn’t have changed anything.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” I turned towards him, our eyes locking together. He leant in and I closed my eyes as our lips met. The moment could’ve lasted forever and neither of us would have noticed.

We went into the house, running upstairs and into the bedroom. I felt my back collide with the wall as our kisses began to intensify one by one. I discarded my t-shirt and in a matter of minutes I had bruises covering my stomach. I was so glad that we were in the middle of nowhere as my moans echoed through the house. We were both gasping for breath, sweat pouring down my forehead.

“I haven’t even started yet,” he whispered into my ear, my fingers unbuttoning his shirt. I silenced him with a kiss and felt my body being pushed onto the bed. I felt his fingers lift the waistband of my jeans and his hand was underneath it in seconds.

“Oh my gosh, Draco,” I moaned as his movements quickened. I started to pull down his sweatpants and he pushed his body into mine. I felt the wet bulge against my leg and with one final tug we were both exposed. I pulled him onto my chest and he banged my head against the bed posts. I felt the knot tighten in my stomach.

“Ready?” he gasped. He didn’t give me time to respond. I had never screamed so loud in my life.

I woke up alone, the curtains drawn. I groaned, checking my phone to find out it was already one in the afternoon. I could feel the ache between my legs and a glance in the mirror told me how many hickeys I had covering my body. I got dressed slowly and went downstairs. Draco had made lunch and was waiting for me.

“Hey,” he said, “You can still walk, I see?” I swatted his head playfully and he grinned. “Perhaps next time I should break a few bones?” And maybe...just maybe you can scream a little bit louder for me?” He squeezed my thigh and I melted into his touch. His hands slipped around my waist and we kissed before pulling away.

“Maybe next time you should do the screaming.” He snorted.

“I’m not the needy one here, what was that I recall? Faster, Draco fa…” I pushed him and he laughed, pulling me into his embrace.

We explored the coast around us, taking a long hike around the cliffs. We drove our car to the lighthouse, not paying any attention to the sunset instead only on eachother. We collapsed onto the backseat of the car and I got on top of him.

“Do you have any condoms?” I murmured, his lips kissing mine passionately. He suddenly drew away and sat up, taking a hold of my hands.

“Actually,” he said, clearing his throat, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.” My heart skipped a beat. “You know the extra room in our apartment?”

“Mhm,” I said, starting to feel nervous.

“And my pay raise?” I nodded. “Well… it has only been a year and the baby is hard work…”

“You’re suggesting baby number two?” He hesitated.

“I get you’re still healing from the caesarean section and you’re at home most of the time so…”

“No, I… I think my body is ready,” I said, “Obviously it’ll be a lot looking after a toddler and a newborn at my age but… it’ll be worth it. Just like Minaj is worth it.” He nodded.

“As long as we have each other.” I smiled.

“As long as we have each other.”

It had been three months since we had decided to try for another baby but all our pregnancy tests had come back negative so far.

“I know it’s only been three months, it’s fine,” I said to Minerva. She gave Minaj a stuffed toy and she crawled over to her new dolls that she had fallen in love with. Minaj had learnt how to say ‘Auntie’ and Minerva was over the moon.

“You know, it’s fine to be sad,” she sighed, “I know you try and cover up all your feelings sometimes but I’m not mum. It’s okay.” I gulped. I fought back the unpleasant memories circling in the back of my mind and took a deep breath.

“I know but some people try for so long.” I saw her fist clench slightly and her face stiffen. I frowned.

“Minerva?” She straightened up and forced herself to look me in the eye.

“We’re going to get married.”

“What?” I exclaimed.

“Me and Harry. I don’t know when it’ll be official but we’ve decided,” she explained, “that it’s what we want.”

“That’s great!” I gushed, “I’d better be your bridesmaid.” She laughed, seeming to let go whatever was on her mind.

“Of course you’ll be the bridesmaid, don’t sound so worried.” We hugged and raised my eyebrow.

“Now, what was wrong a few moments ago?” I challenged. She bit her lip.

“Why do you have to notice everything?” I grinned.

“Because I’m your sister. Now talk.” She sighed and sat down, her face starting to crumple.

“I didn’t want to tell you because… I don’t know but… I don’t think I can have a baby.” She started to cry and I put my arm around her.

“What do you mean?” I questioned.

“We’ve been trying for ages but… all I get is negative tests.” I nodded, knowing exactly how that felt. I let her cry into my shoulder, knowing no comfort would make up for what was hurting her.

I came home one day, Draco slumped on the floor.

“Why aren’t you at work?” I quizzed. I realised there were tears in his eyes.

“Draco?”

“The companies gone bankrupt,” he mumbled, “I don’t have a job anymore.” I froze.

“Oh no.” I sat next to him, wiping his tears as they started to fall down his cheeks.

“What are we going to do Y/n? We have to pay the rent and food and….” he stopped, “The baby.” I ran into the bathroom, taking a pregnancy test with me. We both waited for the results anxiously, Draco trying to stop crying. One line appeared on the test and after some inspection, no other line followed. We both let out a sigh of relief.

“Well, that’s one less thing to worry about,” I said. I turned towards him and noticed he was crying even more. I hugged him. “Look, you’ll get a new job and we’ll try again, we’ll be okay.” He wrapped his arms around me and held me tighter.

“You’re right. I’ll start looking for interviews now and our families can support us until then.”

“Exactly,” I agreed, “I know you’re going to stress out but try not to overdo it, alright?” He chuckled slightly and kissed me.

“As long as we have each other,” he said.

“As long as we have each other.”

……………………………………………....

“Are you really in the mood? I thought you were too sad to…” He placed a finger over my lips.

“It’s you. Of course I’m in the mood.” I raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, so I’m the needy one?”

“Yes and you’ll be on your knees by the time I’m finished.”

“I don’t think so,” I said. I took my top off and watched the mischievous flash in his eyes.

“How much do you want it then?” He stood up and stood close to my body, his eyes darting to my gaze and then much further below. As he took a step closer I placed a hand on his chest and held him back.

“Beg,” I whispered. His breathing intensified. “I said, beg.” He suddenly grabbed my hips and his hands moved up and down my body, caressing my thighs. I moaned and he grinned.

“On your knees, go on.” I instantly fell onto them, trying to pull his jeans down before he stopped me.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Hmm, let me think…”

“Draco!” I shouted.

“I knew you couldn’t resist,” he murmured, “Now beg.”

“Draco please…”

“Louder.”

“Please!” I exclaimed, “I’ll do anything, just please…”

“Oh really?” he said, pushing my hips against the wall and sliding down onto the floor. My head was pressed up against his abdomen and I knew where he was going to put it next.

……………………………………………....

“Oh no.” The next morning I had decided to use the last pregnancy test in the packet. Two lines began to form.

“He’d better get that job quickly.” I couldn’t tell him.

……………………………………………....

I woke up to Draco heaving a suitcase out the door.

“Draco, what?”

“I’m leaving you,” he shouted, “I’m never coming back.”

……………………………………………....

The cramping intensified and blood spilled everywhere. My entire face was sore from crying and I didn’t think my eyes could produce any more tears but still they did. I knew what had happened before it was confirmed.

“It happens in 1 in 8 pregnancies, it’s not your fault…” No it wasn’t my fault. I hadn’t asked for anything of this but here I was. I had lost two of the people I had loved the most in a
matter of days. And I would never ever get them back again. But it didn’t matter that it wasn’t my fault. It made no difference whatsoever.

As long as we have each other. But now, I no longer have him.
Chapter 14

All our suitcases were packed and we were ready to leave. I gazed out at the coast, the soft, beige sky melting into the bright blue haze resting above the ocean. I closed my eyes and remembered the rough sand between my toes, Hermione’s frizzy, silky hair between my fingers, the sensation of her lips on mine. I couldn’t even say goodbye.

“We’re ready Y/n,” my sister said, Minaj taking my hand.

“Mum?” she whispered. I broke myself away from the trance, forcing the corners of my mouth to lift, the infrastructure of my eyes crumbling.

“Let’s go.” I sat in the back of the car, staring at my hands as the car jolted into action, the fragment of my daydreams that I so wanted to hold onto behind me slipping away behind me as we began to drive towards reality, the life I hated looming like a dark, forbidding cloud in the distance. There was suddenly shouting behind us.

“Stop,” someone screamed, “STOP!”

“Aunt Minerva?” Minaj said.

“Just ignore it,” she said.

“Y/n, wait, please.” My eyes widened and I strained my neck behind me, gasping when I saw Hermione pelting at full speed towards the moving car.

“Minerva, stop!” I said, she added more pressure to the pedal. “MINERVA!” I looked back and my eyes connected with Hermiones, the world seeming to freeze as the electricity lighting up my senses wrenched me out of any logical part of my brain that was still functioning. I undid my seatbelt and threw open the car door.

“Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ARE YOU CRAZY?” Minerva exclaimed.

“Yes,” I shot back, “Yes I am.” I closed my eyes and leaped into the grass, screaming louder than I had ever done in my life as my body hung in midair before crashing down onto the ground. I pushed myself back onto my feet, ignoring the searing pain in my hands and knees and sprinted towards Hermione, tears pricking at my eyes. I flew into her arms and clung to her neck, feeling the warmth of her body spread over my skin. The car stopped and Minaj and Minerva burst out the car, just as her lips collided with mine and we stood in the middle of the dusty, dirt ridden road, her hands lifting me up, the sun streaming onto our faces as we kissed and kissed and kissed. And I knew then, more than anything else in the world, more than Draco, more than Bellatrix, more than Dolores that I loved Hermione. And this, her and the new life I had just embraced, was my happy ending. After pursuing a lust chase for fourteen years, I had finally found what I had been looking for. Love.
Chapter 15

Rita Ora’s POV
My ex-best friend, Y/n, kissed Hermione as they were pronounced wife and wife for eternity. They laughed, Y/n crying tears of joy as she stared happily into her beloved's eyes. I cheered along with everyone else, your heart a cold stone sinking into the pitts of your stomach.
Minaj, Ellen Degenres and Jungkook ran up to their new Step Mama and she hugged them tightly, Y/n placing an arm on Minaj's shoulders, kissing Hermione on the cheek. After the wedding ended and the after party began, Y/n came over to me and I hugged her.
"Congrats Mrs Granger-Phil-McCrackin!" you exclaimed. Her cheeks were rosy red and I’d never seen her so at peace with herself.
"Thank you Rita!" she said to me, “I know we’ve had a rough friendship over the years but I’m glad you come. Honestly, I’m so glad I found Draco cheating on me with you or I would never have married Hermione. So thanks so much!” She disappeared into the crowd and I stood alone again. Albusette came over to me, offering me a glass of champagne that I refused.
"Oh come on Rita, you'll have your day with Draco soon, I promise," she whispered, "Do cheer up, come on lets have some fun before Y/n catches housewife fever and becomes really boring." I tried to laugh but I wasn’t in the mood. I left. My phone started ringing and I answered it without looking at the name on the screen.
"Hello?" My heart jumped. It was Draco.
"Rita?" You smile. There was a silence.
“I have a surprise for you when you get home.” I frowned.
“What is it? Tell me now.”
“You left your pregnancy test in the bathroom.” I gasped, remembering it suddenly and realising I forgot to check it.
“What does it say?” He chuckled.
“Pregnant.”
Chapter 16
Albusette’s POV
Albusette. That’s what I had to call myself. My real name is Viridian but no earthen has that kind of name. I’m a star. The lights in the sky that you look up to at night? One of those. We don’t always stay in the sky. We often come down to earth and wonder amongst the humans for a while until we decide to go back to space. I was born a million years after the earth was created. No human ever caught my attention. Until Harry Styles.
I will never tell anyone our story, not even when my energy has all burnt out and I finally die. But I got pregnant with my darling daughter, a human and star hybrid. Even at that point, I couldn’t tell Harry Styles I was a star so I left and went to the other side of earth, an island that was called Great Britain. I never told him I was having a baby, instead I gave birth to my child and found a married couple living in a City called Manchester. I think the man’s name was Draco Malfoy Phil-McCrackin but I can’t be sure. This isn’t a biology lesson so I won’t go into details but stars and humans carry offspring much differently. Because of this, I was able to transfer her into the female’s uterus so she would grow like any other human would. By doing this, I now realise this probably made her more human than star but that was probably for the best. I had never heard of a single hybrid that had survived the life of a star.
I left as soon as my work was done. I considered that it was best to leave my baby so I wouldn’t get too emotionally attached but, it never made the pain any better. I managed a few years away from earth. Seven years later, I came back and got pregnant with Harry Styles again, another story I refuse to tell. After arguing with myself, I decided to go back to the couple in Great Britain I had left my daughter with.
Feelings are for humans. Not stars. She was one and she looked just like Harry. They had called her Minerva, a simple but sweet name in my opinion and I instantly fell in love with it. But, I was not here for her. I was here to do my job. I realised that growing a star inside of a human had damaged the female and meant she and her husband, Draco Malfoy Phil-McCrackin could never have children of their own. It took quite a bit of meddling but once again, my baby was set to grow inside of her and I left. This time, for twelve years.
I made myself promise that I would never speak to Harry Styles again. Somehow, I managed to keep that promise. However, my children were a different matter. I went back to earth to find my little family had moved to Wales, a slightly pathetic country if I do say so myself. I watched them both for a while, learning that my youngest was called Y/n, feeling like I was stuck in a dream for months and months just looking over my girls. I suddenly realised I had to be part of their lives.
I tried slipping into their lives nicely but it was extremely difficult. Minerva was fourteen and I couldn’t figure out a way of getting close to her without being noticed or suspicious. So, there was no other way. I was quick and it would’ve been painless for the poor thing. I disposed of Y/n’s best friend, Albusette Dumbledore and shifted into her appearance. It was the only thing I could think of and I’m sure the child is happy up in heaven where she belongs. It was just too bad that she had chosen to be close with my Y/n.

And that’s who I’ve been ever since. Albusette Dumbeldore, the girl who has stuck by Y/n’s side always and looked after them all. And now Y/n is twenty seven and Minerva is twenty eight.
I rang Y/n and she answered straight away.
“Hey Albusette!” she said.
“Hi, do you want to meet up at the park today? Bring Minerva too, we can all get lunch.”
“Oh,” Y/n mumbled, “Me and Hermione were going to the cinema.”
“Can I come?” I asked. The thing they called the cinema was intensely boring but it was anything to be close to my darling.
“Well, it was only meant to be me and Hermione. That’s kind of the whole point of a date.”
“But why are you going on a date?” I questioned.
“Uhm because we’re married? You know, in love?” she answered. I was surprised at how much these words stung. But you should love me, I thought to myself. “Anyway, I’ve got to go. See you Albusette.” I tried Minerva next.
“Oh hi there,” she said, “Are you alright?”
“Fine,” I rushed, “Are you free to hang out today?”
“Uh, I’m really sorry but me and my new boyfriend, Dwaydway Rock were going to have some couple time together.” I clenched my jaw.
“I see.” Because you’re in love, I hissed to myself.
“Well, I’ll see you later,” she said before hanging up.
It had been clear for years that my girls loved their partners so much more than they loved me or ever would. I had told myself it was only normal and I would always be important but it was never enough. I had to shapeshift daily just to make sure I could protect and see them. I must warn you, when a star gets jealous she burns. Her entire body is set on fire and that’s what makes some stars brighter than others. And once you’re on fire, there’s only one way to drench it. Fixing the problem. So, I had no choice. Sooner or later I would’ve burnt for so long that my disguise would be uncovered. And that would be breaking the laws of the universe.
It was night and I crept into Minerva’s bedroom. They were both asleep, so peaceful and silent. I decided I wasn’t going to be cruel enough to get a human to clean up the mess. With one simple breath, Dwaydway Rock began to fade until he was nothing. He did not exist. Gone. I smiled. I could feel the flickering fire begin to tame slightly. However, it was still alive and I knew what I had to do next.

Hermione was a beautiful human. Her eyes were closed but I knew the beauty that lay beneath them. I wasn’t as kind to her as I was to Dwaydway Rock. I could feel Y/n’s heart and the deep love she felt towards her. It was enough to plunge the fire inside of me into a deeper wrath. A claw slit her flesh in two and the poison of the star acted upon Hermione so fast that she didn’t even have time to scream. She was dead in a matter of milliseconds. Finally, I stopped burning. I slithered out of the house and instantly shape shifted into my human form.
“Albusette?” Y/n ex’s wife stood on the pavement a few inches away from me. Was it Bellatrix? Draco? I’m not sure, my daughter is a bit of a fuck girl.
“What is it?” Her mouth was wide open. Oh dear. She had seen me shapeshift. I grinned.
“Well, well, well, Draco, it's so unfortunate you decided to be here today.”
“Draco? My name is Dolores Umbridge. Did you just?”
“Just what my dear?”
“Transform into...” she shuddered.
“Into what?” I hissed, smirking as I imagined the horror engulfing Dolores at this very moment. She shook her head.
“I don’t know. I can’t describe it but it was so…”
“Out of this world.” With a flash she collapsed to the ground. It was her fault for seeing me. I couldn’t help it.
Chapter 17
Harry’s Potter’s POV
I’ll never forget the moment I realised I was in love with him. He was an absolute idiot in many ways and I often told my friends I hated him. Ah yes. My friends. Well, that was a long time ago. I had to learn to move on and grow up without them because I simply didn’t need to waste my time with all their problems. I mean, after Y/ns pregnancy came back positive with him there was no way I could ever be her friend again.
No, instead of letting me prompt him to fall in love with me, she accepted his request for them to date. And if that wasn’t bad enough, she had the audacity to conceive his child. I could never forgive her and bother Albusette and Rita. Rita was too busy and as for Albusette, she was always with Y/n. So I left them all. I didn’t need them, it was their loss whether they see it as that or not.
I hadn’t heard from any of them in years but I was still madly in love with him. I wondered if they were still together. Oh, what I would do to destroy their relationship and eliminate the baby that ruined everything between us.

It was a normal day of any other average week of the month when I just happened to have a day off work for once. My parents had forced me to become a doctor and after my fashion designing business went bankrupt, there was no way out of that career. I bought the newspaper for something to do, not because it was interesting. Maybe it was just to keep the neighbours thinking I was becoming insane, locked up away in my house all on my own all the time. And you’ll never guess what the headline read.
‘BREAKING NEWS! TWO PEOPLE MURDERED MYSTERIOUSLY AND A DISAPPEARANCE IN ONE NIGHT.’
Now, this usually would not have caught my attention except for the fact that a huge picture of Dwaydway Rock, an old acquaintance of mine, was underneath it followed by two people I had never seen before. I turned the TV onto a news broadcast.
‘This morning, Dolores Umbridge’s body was found outside the house belonging to the disappeared ‘Dwaydway Rock’ with no marks on her body. She has no record of any health conditions and so far, investigators have found nothing linking her death to any natural cause. Coincidently, the girlfriend of Dwaydway Rock is the sister in law of ‘Hermione Granger’ who was also found dead this morning in her bed with a supernatural cut on her neck that seemed to have been poisoned with a substance that is baffling scientists.’
I switched the TV off. There was no way these events weren’t linked. I scanned the front of the newspaper and identified the street where Dolores had been found. I got up. I had nothing better to do so thought that I might as well visit the crime scene even though I probably wouldn’t be allowed to do so.
I wasn’t the only curious gatherer that had come to marvel at the scene. Police were trying to get rid of all the paparazzi and cameramen but they weren’t getting anywhere. I glanced through the window of the house the yellow tape surrounded and was surprised to see my ex-wife, Minerva, staring blankly through it. I slipped away from the crowd and went in through a back lane, hoping that there was some kind of back door that usually came with the houses of this type. I was right of course and wasted no time breaking the lock of the gate and entering the back garden. The curtains were drawn and the house was completely silent but the door lock was easy to pick and I entered inside. I wasn’t sure how I’d explain to her how I got in but there was no need.
A policeman stood by the living room door, blocking the entrance to the stairs which had been wrapped with yellow tape. Minerva was on the sofa sobbing into someone’s shoulder. My heart gave a jolt as I realised it was Y/n, who was also crying.
“Who are you?” the policeman asked.
“I’m an old friend,” I said.
“Emphasis on old,” Albusette said. She was the only one in the room with completely dry eyes and I’d almost say she seemed relaxed in a satisfied manner. Minerva was completely silent, her gaze unfocused from the window. I coughed awkwardly. I had not planned the day to go like this at all.
“How is Minaj?” Minerva gave me the dirtiest look I had ever seen.
“Harry, this is not the time. Look,” Albusette said, getting up and guiding me into the garden, “Don’t Mind us for a few moments officer.” He gave a silent nod to us. We sat down on the swinging bench outside.
“What is going on?” I hissed.
“Did you not hear of the murders and disappearance of…”
“Yes, yes, I did. But what does this have to do with all you lot?”
“So much has happened since you left us, I don’t even know where to begin,” Albusette sighed, “Hermione Granger is Y/n’s wife. Minerva’s husband is Dwaydway Rock. They’re all in mourning and now you’ve decided to turn up and…”
“Draco and Y/n aren’t together?” I interrupted excitedly. Albusette rolled her eyes.
“They split up fourteen years ago. Y/n married three times since then. Of course that’s the only thing you care about, I should’ve known,” she grumbled. Fourteen years? Fourteen whole years that I wasted when I could’ve been his.
“Do you have his address?” Grudgingly, Albusette handed me his address, probably to get rid of me before going back indoors in disgust. I left, rushing to my car with my precious note in my hands. Who cared about solving some stupid murder mystery case or comforting that little prat that stole him from me? No, he was the only thing on my mind now.
I arrived at his doorstep and rapped on the door, nervous energy bubbling in my stomach. He answered, frowning.
“Oh my goodness, Draco! It’s been such a long time! Mind if I come in for a catch up?” He rubbed his eyes.
“Who are you?” I blinked.
“Harry Potter,” I answered, unsure now. He thought for a few moments.
“Ohh, that Harry. Uhm, well...” I barged in before the words came out his mouth and threw myself onto the sofa. The butterflies were buzzing in my stomach and I was annoyed when two children entered the room with him.
“Who?” I said, a puzzled expression on my face.
“Minaj is staying with me until their Mum is in a better state to take care of her. And Scabbers lives with me full time at the moment. You’ve probably heard the news?” I nodded, fiddling with my fingers.
“I see. Who’s Scabbers?”

“Me and Y/n accidentally had another child after a one night stand. But that’s a long story, basically he’s our son,” he shrugged, “It’s nice having them over since we were still in the process of dealing with who has custody over them and all that crap, so I rarely got to see Minaj.”
“I thought you split up fourteen years ago?” I said.
“We did but I kept my distance for a lot of those years because Y/n didn’t want me near her,” he explained, “Look, I don’t really like talking about it.” He seemed sad and he slumped beside me. We had a long, long conversation and no matter how much I tried to steer the topic, it would always end with him talking about Y/n and their kids. I finally had enough. My senses were tingling and my thoughts were overloaded with his presence.
“Draco, look…” he faced me and I leaned in and kissed him. He pushed me away as soon as my lips touched his and stared at me with absolute horror.
“What the heck was that for?” he exclaimed.
“Don’t you love me?” I whispered desperately. I finally caught onto the reality that he was still madly in love with Y/n. I felt angry at myself for drifting into denial for so long and not working out the obvious quicker. A sudden rage flared up in me and I stood up abruptly.
“Fine then,” I snapped, “Have fun crying over your ex-girlfriend who is clearly in love with her dead wife.” A pang of hurt flashed over his face which was instantly hardened into hatred.
“Get out.” I stormed out the house, turning to see him standing in the doorway, the darkness of the night hazing his shadow.
“You’ll regret this.” My life meant nothing without Draco, nothing. I went all the way back to Minerva’s house. The police were gone with everyone else so I broke the lock of the front door and marched in. Y/n was asleep on the sofa, Minerva on the floor. I dug my nails into every inch of Y/n’s neck and squeezed, my breathing heavy and distorted as she struggled and screamed in my grip. She was weak and stupid, she never stood a chance against me. I let out a satisfied gasp as she took her last breath and her head fell back, her eyes bulging and unmoving. I suddenly realised Minerva’s hand was trying to wrench mine away from Y/n and I smiled at her fear filled face.
I let Y/n go and Minerva dived to the floor, trying and trying and trying to get her breathing again. Her tears were panicked and sharp, the useless CPR she was attempting extremely violent. She didn’t give up as a vile twinkle flashed through my eyes and the realisation of the murder settled rather pleasantly in my chest. She was dead. Draco’s beloved Y/n was dead. Minerva turned to me, madness etched into her expression.
“YOU’LL GO TO PRISON FOR THIS,” she screamed, “I’LL CALL THE COPS AND…” I laughed.
“Don’t worry my dear, I’ll be long gone by the time they arrive.” As she tried to grab for her phone, I caught a hold of her wrists and dragged her writhing body upstairs, ripping the yellow tape as her screeching mass banged up against each step. I managed to find some materials to tie her up with and I slammed her down onto the floor in her bedroom.
“Now you can stay there next to your beloved boyfriend’s ghost,” I cackled, blood dripping from the side of her mouth. I kicked her head and she whimpered in pain before I left her. Blood covered my hands as I slammed the car door. My hair stuck up in all different angles and my hands gripped the steering wheel so hard it rubbed my skin raw red. I smashed Draco’s window, the drive in my soul pushing me on, too hungry to pick the door lock.
It must’ve been a kitchen knife, I have no idea. But I couldn’t stop stabbing Minaj’s chest until the entire carpet was soaked with scarlet oozing from her entire body. The shrieks simply echoed in the back of my head, so many years of emptiness taking hold of me and physically forcing me to the breaking point. I moved onto the next child, Draco frantically attempting to force the door of the bedroom open which I had blocked with the bookcase. I seized his hair and smashed his head into the wall, his yelling turning into cries of excruciating agony. Scabbers fell unconscious in my grip. A sudden idea stirred evilly in my mind.
I placed his head in exactly the right position and let his Father push the bookshelf over so it landed on his neck, snapping it away from the rest of his body. Draco rushed in but of course, he was too late. He had no words, his whole world collapsing behind his eyes.
“I told you,” I whispered, stumbling towards him and laughing cruelly, “You’ll regret this.” I murdered him. The man who would never love me. I shut the door behind me, marvelling at the thought of tomorrow’s headline. I yelped in shock when I saw what was waiting for me.
I cannot describe it. It was like nothing I had ever seen or known of before. There are no words in the earthen dictionary that could ever tell you what this creature was or looked like. It was grasping Y/n’s head, tempestuous outrage eating into my insides from the monster’s eyes. No, monster is not the right word. It was lavishing but not in a comforting way. Oh no, not at all. Not one bit.
“You killed,” it stuttered, “My daughter. My darling daughter.”
“What?”
She straightened her figure. “I, Viridian Asterella Ziliaris, nineteenth star of the Aemulor order sent down during the creation of this universe have been sent to calm the disturbance of the universe you have brought.”
“Excuse me?” I said.
“You have broken the laws of the universe,” I hissed, “That is the only reason you can see me in my true form. The form I have been hiding from you your entire life since you were merely twelve years old.”
“Excuse me but I don’t know you. What are you talking about?” Her shape curled and formed the figure of Albusette. I gasped.

“Thought that might stir some memories. Your dear Albusette has been dead for 20 years. She was killed in the exact same way I killed Dwaydway Rock. I killed them both, just like I killed Hermione Granger and dear unfortunate Dolores Umbridge,” she said, “And now, just like you. For killing a star.”
“But I didn’t kill a star!” I cried, “I…”
“You’re right. You killed three.” I hesitated.
“Y/n? She’s one of you?” Albusette smiled.
“She’s half of me. A hybrid. My daughter. Just like Minerva.”
“So her children…”
“Are also part star,” she said, “I’m very glad you have caught on. Now, the universe will not settle for long before it collapses with every single thing contained inside of it.” I stepped back. She stepped forward.
“It’s time to die, Harry Potter.”
Chapter 18
Oli London’s POV
You might be wondering who I am. My name is Oli London. I am best friends with Minerva Mcgonagall Phil-McCrackin but have been travelling the world since I was eighteen. That was until I had been travelling across Australia when I received the most unexpected call I have ever heard.
“Hermione and Dolores were murdered last night. Dwaydway has vanished.” This was puzzling to me. I booked a flight back to the UK as soon as possible and was on my way in days. Unfortunately, I tested positive with covid-19 so had to isolate for two weeks. During that time I managed to research into the case which got more confusing by the day.
“It has been confirmed that Dolores Umbridge did not die from natural causes,” the news reporter announced, “However, there is no evidence to point towards a murder. Scientists will carry on trying to conclude the case but warns the public that..” I switched channels.
“There is no trace of Dwaydway Rock. Authorities and investigators have found no sign of struggle or death…” I pressed the button on my remote control.
“The substance found in Hermione Granger’s blood stream is of nothing scientists have ever seen before. It is currently being transported to the Switzerland Royal Lab....” I turned the TV off. The next phone call I received confused me even more.
“Y/n murdered. Minaj, Doja, and Draco found dead in their home alongside Harry. Albusette has disappeared.” I was more than ready for quarantine to end. I arrived at the airport and ordered a taxi to take me to the address that the phone call had given me. I was very upset to see the state Minerva was in. She had lost her sister, her sister in law, her boyfriend, her niece, her nephew and her friends. She was beyond broken. I recognised Rita as soon as she came into the room, her expression empty and her face emotionless.
There was nothing I could’ve said that would’ve made any difference whatsoever. I stayed with them for a while. It was like living with ghosts. No one spoke. Hardly anyone moved. Only sadness and those who were gone hung over the house. The police came and went, interviewing and questioning Rita and Minerva but they never got anywhere. It turned out that Harry had murdered Y/n, Draco, Minaj, and Scabbers all in the same hour but no one knew what had killed her. It was just like Dolores. No marks, no natural cause, she was just dead. And no one could begin to comprehend the ending of Albusette. I went outside to do all the food shopping and cooked dinner which hardly got eaten. The temporary apartment was dusty and dark, no one wanting to put any effort into it at all.
When the authorities were finally forced to close the case and offered Rita to move back into her house, she refused. She sold it, quit her job, and started to pay the rent to the apartment that had now become ours. It was restless staying with them, all I wanted to do was carry on travelling but I felt bad leaving Rita and Minerva behind.
One night, I heard a quiet knock on my door. It was Rita. She slid into the room, looking down at the floor and sitting on the bed without making a sound.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
“Whatever for?” I said, sitting closer to her.
“For all this,” she said, tears slipping down her cheeks. I let out a sigh.
“None of this is your fault. I’ll be here for you as long as you need.”
“I think you should go,” she said, “Nothing is going to change here. We’re both dead but still breathing. Minerva has nothing left to live for.” She looked at me.
“Why did you just say Minerva?”
“Because..” she said, inhaling a huge gulp of air, “I do have something to live for.”
“Specifically?”
“Oli. I’m pregnant.”
“Oh.” I had nothing to say. She stood up.
“I want you to leave.”
“But…”
“Oli. I have made my decision. Thank you for everything but you must go.” I knew it was no use arguing. It was none of my business and I was not welcome anymore. I collected my things and I suddenly had an idea. I went into Minerva’s room. She stared blankly at the wall, nothing in her expression. I cleared my throat.

“I think you should come with me.” She turned to face me.
“What?”
“Look,” I hesitated, “I know.. Things have been all over the place and… you know all the rest. But, I want you to show everything that’s left for you to live for.” She frowned.
“You want me to…?”
“Come travelling with me. Yes.” She considered. I waited for a few minutes, expecting her to say no.
“Alright,” she agreed to my surprise, “But I want to go to their funeral first.” I nodded my head.
“Of course.”
The case was closed the following day. No one was surprised. No one had anything to say. Their lives had been so normal, so special, such a blessing. And it had all ended in the blink of an eye. No amount of injustice could take that fact away from anyone.
Light streamed onto the land from above the hill, eleven figures dressed head to toe in black stood against the fading amber. Bellatrix Lestrange, Crookshanks Lestrange, Ariana-Grande Lestrange, Ellen-Degeneres Umbridge, Jungkook-BTS Umbridge, Beyonce Granger, Trump Granger, Snape Granger, Rita Ora, Minerva-McGonagall Phil-McCrackin and me. Eight coffins were lowered into the earth and given gravestones engraved with words that will someday be too old to decipher. For whenever the sun must rise, those who have gone from our universe cannot rise with her.
The End.