The Manors silent.
His parents, he remembers, are in France; Astorias asleep;
His boys at Hogwarts.
He wishes his double had listened to his mother, and kept Scorpius
He pauses by his wifes door, wondering whether he should
return to her bed. After nineteen years, despiteor perhaps
because ofhis self-imposed celibacy, the prospects
less than appealing.
He decides against it.
His own rooms dark, lit by starlight filtering through
gauzy curtains, butsave for the pile of books beside the
bed, and a few extra jars on the dressing tableits
so familiar, he quickly finds his way.
As he undresses, draping his robes over a chair, he wonders how
easy it will be to slip back into his old life.
Will he always feel alienated?
Or will his and his doubles lives have proved so similar,
his old memories will suffice?
He pulls back the coverlet and climbs into bed.
He doesnt notice the woman until she murmurs his name.
The voice is familiar, but its not Astorias, and
he feels for his wand, butbefore he can find it and cast
a Lumos charmshes pinned him to the bed.
Shes whispering some sort of apology, admitting that shes
been a bad girl and promising shell never do itwhatever
it might beagain, but shes straddling him,
and rubbing herself against his erection, and its been nineteen
years, and hes too aroused to make much sense of what shes
Im so sorry, Draco, she whispersand hes
engulfed in tight, wet velvet.
She presses her lips to his mouthand her breasts to his
chestand murmurs, Shhhh... I know what you
And then shes riding him, hard and fast, just how he likes
itjust how he used to pay for itand his
hands are working in the dark, trying to recognise her.
He finds her slender shoulders, slides his hands down, and cups
her breasts, and theyre full and firm, and she gasps and
rides him harder, and he knows that it wont take
long, feels it building, along his shaft, and he needs
to thrustneeds to hold her hips and thrustand
her arse is a ripe curve moving under his fingers, and
He comes with a scream, his body jack-knifing as long-denied
release is ripped out of him by his anonymous lover.
She falls on top of him and lies still.
His hand rests in her lovely, thick hair. Give me a few
minutes, he whispers, because he knows she hasnt come,
and Ill make it up to you.
He feels her stiffen, and shift her hips, andamazinglyher
movements tease some life back into his cock. What are you...
Lumos, she says. Shed been reaching
for her wand.
In the dim light, he stares up at her.
Its you isnt it? she says. Tonight
was the night. Merlin! Tonight of all nights...
Shes grown into a beautiful woman, slim, but curvy. Shes
wearing a figure-hugging night robe of dark rose satin, and her
long, wild hairs falling about her bare arms. Dracos
body reacts with a sharp clench of desire. How could you
tell? he gasps.
Youre concerned about me.
Granger must be his wife, or his mistress, and the sex theyve
just had was the stuff of his dreamsa million times better
than anything hed ever had with Astoria.
He slips his hand between them, andas a sort of thank youhe
strokes her with his thumb.
Oh! Her reactions gratifying, her body
bucking and twisting in its effort to contain the pleasure hes
giving her. Draco keeps working her gently, using his own come
to lubricate her delicate flesh.
Please, she moans.
Its all right, he assures her. I wont
stop... He wishes he could reach her mouth and find out
what its like to kiss her.
No, she sobs, noI want youinside
He grasps her hips with both hands and pushes gentlyTrust
me, he whispersand, although shes shaking at
the loss of his caresses, she lets him manoeuvre her onto her
He slides inside her, and thrusts, sharp and deep. Shes
so tight, and she sobs, and writhes, and he has to stay
focussed, because shes the hottest woman hes ever
Granger, of all people!
Her hand darts to her clit, and she comes.
And her spasms suck him dry.
He has just enough strength to lay her back on the bed, and settle
her head on the pillow, before he collapses beside her and, smiling
into her sleepy eyes, he whispers, Well talk later...
He wakes to find her watching him.
Why did you come back? she asks, without preamble.
I didnt have much choiceId caught up
with myself again.
No, I mean, in the first place. Why did you use the Time-Turner?
I thought youd understood, that day in the cellar.
Well, I realised that Voldemort had forced,she
waves her hand, impatientlythat Voldemort was about
to force Draco to rape me, yes. But now I know youd been
living with that for nineteen years.
He wonders how much he should reveal to her.
Draco, she prompts, tell me what happened.
All right, he agrees, softly.
Theres a bottle of Firewhiskey and two glasses on the bedside
table. He cracks the seal, and pours two drinks. You were
dead, he says. Youd committed suicide. All that
timenineteen yearsId been convincing myself
that youd got over it. When I was forced to admit that you
hadnt, I... Well, I had to try and put it right. He
takes a gulp of whiskey. Dont get me wrong, it wasnt
selfless... Basically, I couldnt bear for Scorpius to find
out what Id done.
She touches his arm and, although theyve just had sex,
this is much more intimate, and he looks up at her in surprise.
I understand how much you love your son, she says.
But, Draco, I cant have been dead.
I know its hard to accept
No, I cant have been dead.
I realised, that day, she says, that you didnt
really understand how a Time-Turner worked, but there was nothing
I could do by thenit was too late to warn you.
When you go back in time, Draco, you cant change
events. You can change causes, and you may be able to move
events a little, but you cant change them. If Id
been dead then, I would still be dead nowor,
at least, Id be about to die. So I cant have
You were, Draco insists. Potter told
Told you what?
That youd taken some sort of Muggle poison, and...
He tries to recall Potters exact words, but he cant.
He gave me your suicide note. Its in my jacket, if
you want to see it.
Well, they must have revived me, somehow, Granger
reasons. Or maybe they told Harry that I was going
to die and I didnt.
You didnt because I changed things,
says Draco, losing track of the subtleties. I meanthinkwere
married, arent we?
Well, we werent before. So Ive changed that.
Who were you married to?
Grangers stunned, and she looks so cute with her mouth
open, Dracos just wondering whether it would be appropriate
to suggest that they have sex again, when she says, Thats
Scorpiemy Scorpieisnt mine. Draco
had an affairone of manyand Astoria got pregnant.
I think she thought hed leave me for her and the baby, but
Draco and his father pulled some strings, and Draco got sole custody.
So you see,she smiles, triumphantlynothing
But I wasnt married to you before.
Thats obviously not important.
It is to me.
Draco runs a hand through his hair.
He keeps having flashes of himself and Granger and Scorpius in
his little home in France. Ive always wanted a proper
wife, he admits, someone who,he shrugs,
uncomfortablycares. Look, Astoria and I, we did have
an arrangement and, if you want, Ill have the same with
you, but Id rather not.
What was it?
Separate lives. We kept it discreet, but she had lovers,
and I,he pours himself another large Firewhiskeyin
those days, I had whores.
My Draco had whores too, says Granger, matter-of-factly.
She holds out her glass. Mistresses, whores and, whenever
he felt like slumming it, me. He had what you might call a powerful
He sounds like a complete shit,says Draco.
That makes her laugh.
Actually, she says, I think thats something
you did changeor maybe its that you didnt...
I don't know... She shrugs. My heads a bit fuzzy...
She takes another sip of the whiskey. What I mean is, I
think that Darkness was forced out of you, but my
poor Draco... She rubs her foreheadand hes tempted
to pull her into his arms, because shes absolutely gorgeous
when shes tipsy.
He, she persists, was never made to
plumb the depths like you, and maybe thats why he was always
looking for them. He was always testing himself, always...
She throws back her drink. I tried to love him, I really
did, but the more I gave him, the more he demanded.
Did he hurt you, asks Draco, physically?
Sometimes things got a little out of hand...
That was your first orgasm, wasnt it?
No... She shakes her head. No, I do know how
to satisfy myself. But it was my first with my husband,she
smilesand it was wonderful. Thank you.
I swear to you, Granger, Ive never hurt a woman,
except on that night, and Ill never hurt you.
I know. She leans forward anda little clumsy
from the drinkshe presses her finger to his lips. I
know that youre different from him, Draco. I knew
what you were like, that day. And, when I married him,she
smiles, sadly I just assumed hed grow into you.
I even thought that, when the time came, and you came back into
my life, I might not notice.
Is that it, then? Are you saying that we should carry on
as though nothing has changed?
Nothing has changed, she says. Remember?
So, yes, we have to carry on.
Youll be my wife?
I am your wife.
And Scorpiusdid the bastard raise him right?
Oh, Scorpies perfect. I mean, he can be naughty sometimes,
but hes not badnot Dark. I couldnt
love him any more than I do, Draco, even if Id given birth
to him myself.
Does he know youre not his mother?
No. Maybe when hes older...
Shall we tell him about me?
I think we should wait and see.
Tell me one last thing, he says, taking her into
his arms. Why was the other me in the cellar tonight?
She snuggles close. Because I lost my temper, she
says. Hed realised you werent his father almost
straight away. He assumed that youd been one of my friends,
transfigured by Polyjuice potion, and,she chuckleshe
and Lucius spent months checking and re-checking the Manor
wards. Tonight, though,she kisses his shoulderI
told him the truth.
Tonight of all nights.
Mm. Thats how time works... She runs her fingers
over his chest muscles, and down to his taut stomach. You
have a beautiful body, Draco Malfoy. The simple life must suit
you, though,she suddenly wraps her hand around his
cockI cant believe a man like you could go without
sex for nineteen years.
Not without sex, Granger, without a woman.
I practically wore my hand out.
He sinks into her body with a groan that rises, unbidden, from
some profound place inside him.
Shes hot and wet and tight and perfect.
She wraps her arms and legs around him, and meets his strokes,
forcing him deeper and deeper.
Its not long before hes feeling the danger signals.
I need to rest a moment, he gasps.
Mmm, Ive had an idea, she murmurs, punctuating
her words with kisses. Tomorrows Saturday. Lets
go to Hogwarts. Well tell Minerva everything, and see if
shell let you spend time with Scorpie. We could take him
to Hogsmeade and, maybe, after lunch, you could go flying together.
Draco wonders if its possible to die from getting everything
youve ever wanted.
It wouldnt be a bad way to go.
He lifts himself up on his hands and looks down at her. You
know, youre totally wrong, Granger.
About what, Malfoy?
About change, he replies. Ive changed.
Youve changed. Everything has changed.
And so is he.