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Brown eyes were on Felicity as she "spat" her words at him. She had been growing more defiant since she had seen the Malfoy male. And he HATED that fact. Already he was coming up with a way to keep her away from Draco and her daughter. Just he would not be letting onto it.
[#9251c1 "It would not have been on mum. Remember there is still the joke shop and it is doing fine. So if you think of it that way, you could have."] The man said as he gave a faint smile and began to move closer. So far his mood seemed pretty even and he was TRYING to control it as he wanted her to move in.
Draco kissed the child's head as he was trying to get her to calm down. [b "I'm sorry..I should have warned you.."] He whispered as he was talking about the apparating. But when they were back at the manor, the man continued to keep the little girl close. His father's look told him that the elder Malfoy was not at all pleased. But he would not be backing down either. [b "She is going to be staying with us. Don't worry I will keep her with me."] Draco muttered and moved to his mother who had been staring at the little girl as if she wanted to be able to meet her.
The man's words had her heart stop. Fear shot through her. [b “That is none of your concern, Weasley!”] She growled out in defense. She was shaking, angry yet afraid. She dropped her hand from her lips, her eyes narrowing.
His mood swings were scaring Felicity. He scared her. She bit her lip as she trembled in front of him. [b “I couldn't, your mother cannot afford to feed all of us..”] She said quietly. If she was to protect the child, Felicity would have to move in and make George happy, that way his focus was away from Rebecca.
Rebecca swayed a bit in his arms. The child was not used to apparating away. She bit her little lip as she rested her head on his shoulder. He had already gained her trust. When they appeared, she hid against the man. His father was staring at the child, obvious anger and distrust on his face. He was highly angry that Draco had a child with him that looked so much like his former lover.
The man's eyes were on the younger woman's fingers as they traced over her lips. He could hear her words, but her actions told a different story. [#9251c1 "You actually let him kiss you, didn't you? And you had liked it.."] George said quietly. Sometimes he COULD read her and it was that thought that had him again on his more cold streak.
He listened to her next words, arms crossing over his chest. [#9251c1 "You didn't have to leave her with him. You could have taken the offer I gave... But for what it's worth, I'm sorry."] And again there was a switch in his mood. IF he was going to get her to fall for him, the Weasley knew he was going to have to be more careful.
Grey eyes were still on the spot the woman had been. He had not yet been able to pull his gaze away. Draco could feel the child trembling in his arms and gently held her closer, letting his hand gently squeeze the one of hers that had slipped into his as he did undo Felicity's sleeping spell for the child. [b "I've got you little dove...you'll be okay.."] The man whispered, gently as grey eyes moved to look into the dark brown she had gotten from her father. Aside from her eyes, Rebecca was almost all Felicity. And he had to push that thought away as he apparated, taking the child back to the manor with him. Draco would have a lot to explain and he knew it too.
The woman looked up at George through her thick dark lashes. Stormy blue eyes met George's as she appeared in front of him. [b “Nothing happened..”] She said quietly, gently running her fingers over her lips. She still remembered his kiss. She still wanted oh so much more from Draco, but she ignored it. She couldn't give in.
[b “I..I just gave up my daughter, George..It's not easy..”] Her voice cracked as she spoke. Sure that was what she was mostly upset about, but she was also upset about Draco. Everything that had happened with him over the night. How did she let things go that far?..
Rebecca whined as she curled up to Draco. She could sense that her mother was gone and she was fighting the sleeping spell. She was scared. She slid her little hand into his and slid her other hand up to her mouth, sucking softly on her thumb. Deep brown eyes peaked up at the man. Her eyes were the only thing she had gotten from her father. Everything else, she had gotten from her mother.
He was still trying to figure out why he had even said those words. A small bit he had meant to tell her, but ALL of it not at all. Her slap had stung in more ways than one. The man had never thought of her as easy or as she put it a "side piece". Not once in the time they had been together or even now. But he realized when he had "opened his mouth and inserted his foot". So it was better to pull back and put up a bit of a wall before more could be said or done that would become nothing more than regrets.
[b "If you mean Vincent? I've not seen or spoken to him since the war. He didn't know me then, nor does he now."] Again there was a bite to his words he had not meant to be there. But he could not fathom why she would think he meant her to be his "whore".
Slowly the Malfoy nodded to her words and watched as she vanished. He soon did the same.
[#9251c1 "I thought you were only taking Rebecca and then coming back. Made me think something had happened."] George said almost icily. The man was still mad about her leaving earlier. Still mad that she had gone to Draco and had refused his offer.
But then he saw the tears and sighed. [#9251c1 "What happened?"] The Weasley asked, just thw faintest bit more soft than his first words had been
Tears had pooled in Felicity's eyes. She wouldn't meet his eyes at all. She didn't know what to do. He..He had wanted her to be his side piece?..His whore.. She thought that he had thought better of her, guess she was wrong. She didn't know what to say, what to do. She sat there after the slap, enjoying the stinging of her hand from the force she had used. How could he think of her like that?...
The girl was trying to keep herself from crying. [b “That's exactly what you said. You are getting married but it's going to be open, which means I would be your side piece.”] She whimpered out, trying to keep her voice from trembling but it wouldn't work. Her body was shaking. [b “I thought you knew me better than that..”] She whispered, tears over flowing. [b “Guess your little friend was right..”] She whimpered, trying to keep her emotions in check but it was useless. She was a wreck.
She listened to his words, they stung. It simply meant he was done with her. [b “I..I'll hold you to your promise..”] She whispered, meaning that she would hold him to taking care of her daughter. She kissed Rebecca on the head before vanishing. She had to go back to George before he over reacted.
The thing was, Draco could feel the slap coming and see it before Felicity had done it. He knew when he should have stopped but the thing was he didn't. Something made him want to tell her truth. Something almost compelled him to keep speaking until it was all out there. And he slap had stung, but was no less than he deserved. Her words as well. From her perspective, Draco could see how bad it sounded.
[b "I never thought you were easy for the record. I know you're not. Honestly I don't know why I told you all of this. Even had I wanted to stop, which I had it was like I couldn't. I could and would never think of you as a side girl. You should know me better."] The Malfoy said quietly, a faint bite to his words. IF she had agreed to anything he had said, Felicity would have had most of his attention. She would be the main one for him. But how the hell could he have been stupid enough to let all of that slip out?
Slowly he stepped away from her, piercing grey gaze upon her. [b "He's not going to wait much longer before he comes to look for you. And my parents won't me either..."]
She knew that if she lied, he would know. This man knew her better than anyone. So instead, she stayed quiet and kept her eyes away from his. If he looked into her eyes, he would know. [b “I can handle myself, Draco..”] She said quietly, trying her best to keep her voice from shaking. In all honesty, George was scaring her..But she could NEVER let Draco know this..
His chuckle made her huff and look away. He had always found it humorous when she got angry. Sometimes she wondered if it turned him on, not that she had ever done anything with him. They had gotten close many times, but she never could go through with it. Now was not the time to be thinking such things. But god his smirk..it made her shiver..
The more he spoke, the angrier she was becoming. How could he think of her like that?! So his wife and he had an arrangement, he could step out. So what was she supposed to be, his side piece? The woman was so angry, tears were forming in her eyes. Before she knew what she was doing, she slapped the man right on the cheek. [b “Va te faire foutre, Draco Malfoy! Je ne suis pas facile comme ça! Je ne suis pas!”] She yelped out, her french getting thicker with each word she spoke. She couldn't help her tears, as they always seemed to come when she was angry..And he had deeply offended her. How could he think she would be okay with something like that?...
[b "So...you are already pushing your luck in his eyes and in some way he will make you pay for coming here and making these arrangements."] She didn't need to day it. Just her words and the way they had been spoke was enough to clue him in. One thing was that even though the pair of them would NEVER admit it, they still knew the other well. Perhaps better than anyone else did. A double-edged sword in itself when it was thought about.
When her eyes narrowed and she went into her words of French, Draco could not help a chuckle and shake of his head. He had forgotten how she sounded when she switched like that. Just as beautiful and fiesty as ever. [b "I didn't think that through when I asked. Of course you wouldn't want to be near the slut."] The man said quietly. Yes, he had spent time learning how to both understand and speak French. And he gave her a faint smirk.
[b "The wedding is more for show...she and I were pushed into it by our families. Truly she had no REAL feelings for me...and I've not for her. That is my heart isn't in this. There is an agreement we have that our parents don't know of. Behind closed doors we are free to do what we want..."] All of the words were quiet as they had been spoken, grey eyes never leaving the storming blue
He was right, of course. That was exactly why she had said her words. But then again, he was wrong. Sure, she wasn't welcome there because he was not free..But also..His family knew of her blood status. His mother loved her, sure..But his father..The last time she had seen him he had left her broken and bloody in the dungeons after teaching her the place of someone with a blood status such as hers. The woman had never come clean about what Lucius had done to her, she probably never would. But she was far from welcome there.
His question made her think for a second. How much time? [b “That's hard to say..His temper has shortens every time I leave. I..”] She wouldn't meet his eye. She couldn't explain why she couldn't just stay away from George..She really didn't know herself. She had no feelings toward him, but she didn't want to hurt him. At one time, he was a very good guy.. Before he had lost his brother..
His question made her narrow her eyes as they shot up to his. [b “You have to be fucking insane. Why in the hell would I want to stay in the same place as your future wife?”] She asked in a growl. God him and his damn charity! She was not a fucking charity case! She immediately withdrew from him as much as she could without stirring Rebecca. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from him, fuming. [b “Tu dois être folle si tu penses que je resterai n'importe où près de cette salope folle ... Putain tu es fou! Qu'est-ce que tu penses ?!"] The woman ranted on in french, which she only did when she was severely angry.
She was hurt and he knew that. She could hide it from others but not from him. It may have been years and they may not be close anymore, but it became apparent that they could still read the other. They knew the other better than others knew them. And sometimes better than they knew themselves. It was both a blessing and curse. But at this very moment it seemed a curse as the Malfoy knew exactly what her commoent of "No..I'm not.." meant. To her she was not welcome because he was not "free". But to him she always would be.
A sigh escaped him as those stormy blue eyes were upon the ground. [b "How much time do you have left before he will overreact? Because he's nothing to worry about..."] Draco said quietly. He knew she was fearful of the Weaaley boy. He was no longer the boy he had been. The war had changed all of them. Some for the better and others for the worse. Draco had talked to some who had been with George and even they feared the man. If he were honest he did not want her to go back to that.
[b "Why not stay at the manor?"] Fuck he had spoken without thinking. And now he was sure to pay for it.
The woman couldn't deny the fact that feeling his ring had hurt her. It had hurt her so deeply that she didn't know what to do now. She had wished she was in his life the way Astoria was. But, of course she wasn't. She wasn't even close to him anymore.
Honestly, Felicity was scared to stay away from George for too long. She knew he would get angry and he would probably hurt her, if she gave him the chance. George terrified her. She also didn't want to be too close to Draco for too long. Her feelings were coming back, she didn't like it. She wanted to shut them all off. Cut him off entirely, but she couldn't do that. [b “I..Okay..”] She whispered slowly. When he glanced at her, her eyes were on the ground. She had a pained look on her face as her eyes stayed on the ground. [b “No..I'm not..”] She replied to his 'welcome any time' remark. She couldn't help but to glance at his ring before quickly looking away. God this hurt. It was emotional, but it felt physical as well.
By how quickly she had withdrawn her hand, Draco knew that she had felt his ring. It was only after the briefest of touches of it had she withdrawn so completely. And he knew from the way she bit on her bottom lip that it had hurt her. Hell it still hurt him to wear it and to know this was not where his heart truly lay. But he could not speak out against it either. He could make things more difficult and prolong it though. A sigh escaped him as he heard her words. It was true, they both had people waiting on them.
[b "We can let them wait a little longer. I'm honestly tired of being their puppet and playing at being what they want and expect... Besides, if you want me to take her you still have to show me the things she likes."] Draco said gently, chancing a glance at the woman. [b "As to letting me know before you come...you don't have to Felicity...she is your daughter and you are welcome any time."] Those words were much softer, but he meant so much behind them.
Felicity looked away from the man and bit into her lower lip, hearing the words so many people had told her when her mother had passed. [b “Thank you..”] It was automatic response. She watched as Rebecca curled up to Draco, his shirt was wrapped up in her little hand. Felicity blushed faintly as she felt Draco squeeze her hand. She slowly slipped her hand into his and laced their fingers together. It was out of habit, but it felt incredibly right.
His whisper made her nod. Yes, all she could do was hope. [b “I suppose it is..”] She whispered, tilting her head as she felt the cold metal against her finger. His ring... She quickly pulled her hand from his and bit her lip to stop her whimper. [b “I'm sure they are waiting for you..And I have to get back to George..”] She said, trying not to roll her eyes at the thought of George waiting on her. As if she would ever be interested in the Weasley boy in any way. [b “I..I'll contact you before I drop in to see her..Please keep her safe..”] The woman whispered, refusing to look at him.
Another glare had been given to him when he had said not to thank him. She may have been broken but she was still her. Still remained some of the girl he had fallen madly in love with. Was still madly in love with. Like Felicity, Draco had his regrets. And he too wished for simpler and better times. Now being older, the Malfoy wished he would have never turned away and that he would have fought more. But he had been a coward and at the time had done what he believed what would keep both her and his family safe. Of course the man had found later it was all in vain. There was NO way to keep anyone safe from Voldemort and the madness that followed him.
His eyes were immediately drawn to the woman when she mentioned her mother. He had not known of what had happened. He couldn't have because of his cutting all ties has he had. [b "I'm sorry for your loss..."] Draco whispered as he kept Rebecca close to him but used the other hand to move to her hand and give it a small squeeze. And he was sorry. Even though he and his mother got into A LOT, Draco knew she loved him. And he could not imagine what it would be to lose her.
The man had not meant his next words. The question had simply slipped before he had been able to stop it. [b "Which is all you can hope for...I promise she will be safe with me..."] He whispered. Though he was still torn with all of this. Now more than ever did he wish he was not a coward or going through with the wedding for his family. He wished to break away from it all. To try and start over with Felicity and to make things right with her. And to be there for both her and Rebecca. But of course he had to keep those thoughts to himself.
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