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This week we will begin to post another story that was left unfinished in the bedroom. Commemorated called Fire, the great oldenuf2nb .


Title: Fire Commemorated
Author: oldenuf2nb
Rating: NC-17
Summary: One thinks the other is dead, 'saw death' and left just before a vampire to save him, so his death has been suffering all this time. Finally, a vampire who decides it's time to see again. Happy ending, EWE.

Fire Commemorated

Part

... Panic ran through his veins.

They had been betrayed. Someone within the team came up location: it was the only answer for the ambush that was waiting when he appeared at the destination. Barely had time to touch the ground with the est & am

"It's an ambush," said Weasley breathlessly, her blue eyes open and his face was unusually pale. "It must have been ... Motherfucker! "

Those words were the only warning he had Draco to know that his position had been committed before a red light shine in front of them severely cutting his right thigh. I knew there was screaming in pain because I had neverfelt something, looked down to see her ripped jeans and below the exposed flesh of his leg by the court that reached almost to the bone. He pressed his hand against the wound, but soon the blood was flowing through his fingers and when he tried to move, the leg did not respond. He crawled when Weasley grabbed him by the shoulder of the tunic to run to safety.

"I can not," shouted Draco. "It's my leg. Go ... Go! "

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"I can not leave here," said Weasley frantic. "Harry would never forgive me ..."

"I never perdonaríaa me if you die because of me ..." what pushed hard. "Go for the love of God ..."

seemed Weasley was going to continue arguing when they heard a cry almost animalBear trump the other side.

"No!" Yelled squirming in the arms of Weasley, struggling to escape, to get back with Harry. "No, no ..." and then was falling through space with the conviction that her life was not worth it ...

"No," Draco Malfoy muttered, shaking his head constantly based on the fine linen of the pillow. "No, no ..."

prepared to deal with the lingering effects of his wound, barely limping by the time they descended the grand staircase to enter the huge hall room of Malfoy Manor. That morning he had taken the time to care for their appearance, their hair combed back short platinum in the same way that he had chosen long ago, got a suit tailored Armani with a dark gray shirt and a black silk tie. I did not intend to follow the magical tradition of long hair, would do whatever was within their power to differentiate himself from his father before the minds of others are; Aacute; s, even if it meant to show the line in back of your hair and use muggle clothes. In fact, neither employed nor a coat of magician since he was forced to withdraw from the Auror Division nineteen years ago. Nineteen years to the day.

He put aside the thought and wrote a blank expression on his aristocratic face as he stopped near the marble panel center the cavernous entrance and quickly reviewed the mail that was stacked neatly on a silver plattera. There was nothing that required immediate attention, for the most part were invitations to social events that sought applications for funding assistance and occasional charity. That their mother would choose and answer that she thought appropriate. He left the scrolls on the table and headed toward the huge formal dining room and then to breakfast.

The morning light coming through the vast windows that lined one side of the huge room to reveal a panoramic view of the opulent gardens of his mother. She esttilde; a voice.

Astoria Greengrass Malfoy entered the room wearing a sun dress to ride deep red, and black straight hair in a style similar to his mother. She was exquisitely beautiful, her figure long and slim, her skin a pale very fashionable, but the hardness around her mouth and malicious expression of her brown eyes ruined the effect. His riding boots to the knee snapped the parquet floor as he walked and carried a whip in one hand. He slid limply in the chair directly in front of her husband and gave him & am; Oacute n today. "Draco gave him a warning look, but Astoria only smiled slowly.

"What are you talking about?" Narcissa asked irritated. Astoria showed him a newspaper that brought wrapped in hand, as if he had been waiting for the opportunity. He dropped it on the table and opened it on the front page. The headline read 'Nineteen Years Later' in bold and underneath was a picture, a photo m & aacute; logic of a handsome thirties and about unkempt black hair and eyes behind big glasses and a smile disinterested simple. The caption read: 'Another Anniversary of the Tragic Death of Harry Potter. " Draco stared at him and felt her throat closing slowly.

"A sad story, really," said Astoria tense as she watched the already pale face of her husband losing the little color had. "So young, so handsome. With all the life ahead of her beautiful hubbycute, in hiding in her closet and used sparingly spread a little about a garment that he knew would be close to his face. It was his

essence, the one he used was so long and treasured every precious drop Draco and when finished, made the trip to the Harrods store in London Muggle to buy another bottle. It was not particularly expensive and it was not brand, but was reassured increasingly pursued by the aroma as forest, to remind you once had loved and been loved, and accepted the consolation of where to find him.

Craco I nodded politely, to receive their greetings with a slight nod. He went to his private elevator leading to the offices on the top floor and pressed the button waiting patiently with his back to the room. When the doors opened silently, came in and turned as they were closing, grateful for that moment that would not be under anyone's scrutiny. I knew that as Director General and Chairman of the vast conglomerate, their presence caused an immediate interest in the building, after all, he was the head of all. But there were times, especially whenRavenclaw XC its highest generacióny had become invaluable.

"Good morning, sir," replied politely, standing up immediately and handed him a stack of letters and memos that had been around from his right elbow, had already selected and waiting for him to arrive. I knew things that did not require his attention had already been dealt with efficiently and that what was delivered was what his assistant had evaluated as important. Vits shares were in the Magic Market, which was rejected as a tremendous change in his routine. The fact that Harper just nod politely served only to raise the concept that it was Draco.

"Do you want to review the actions and see if there is some interest in the business section, sir?" He asked softly. Draco nodded, I was not sure he tucked it his relief.

"It would be excellent, & rdquo; said.

"Your tea is already inside, sir." Harper passed by Ely put his hand on the elaborate gilded knob. "Her son came a few minutes ago. He said he would like to discuss with you a few minutes this morning, if they can see you. "

" I can always meet Scorpius, "Draco answered the corners of his mouth relaxed a little. "Tell him to come to when appropriate."

Ca correspondence on the desktop vade and was about to take the first memo when his eyes fell upon the center drawer of his desk and stood there. Anyone who had been watching could see his eyes light usually is clouded, the way his lips curved down. He paused in his movements and instead of going to the match, he lowered his hand into the drawer.

The content was organized neatly, in an almost painful. The feathers on the left, parchment rolled perfectly to the center, logo engraved Malfoy Conglomeratel center almost to the bottom. To the left was a sharp knife he used to sharpen their pens and several bottles of assorted color ink neatly arranged next to the parchment. But Draco ignored this. His eyes quickly diverted to the small hook on the far right of the box which hung a small golden key. His hand trembled just a little when he took his fingers feeling it cold.

closed the drawer near silence and turned his head to look under &begun to see just a moment. But it was worse when I slept, because in his dreams could arrive in time to Harry, pulling him to safety and was much more painful when I woke up because I knew that this time the dream was the breath and the nightmare reality.

Being adrift in the drug-induced haze he was awakened by fierce stabbing pain radiating from his thigh to the hip. He reached out to touch the bell llamaríaa nurse when he realized he was not alone in the room. There was someone sitting nearre his lap holding his bag so hard that his knuckles were black white, startled her freckles on his skin almost colorless. They stared for a tense moment, Draco with wide eyes and heart in her throat, her face expressionless, except for pain lines around his eyes and mouth.

"I say the most likely to be partially disabled," he finally said, his voice flat. "I'd say I'm sorry, but it is not."

&; Oacute; a piece of white parchment. He held it a moment and then, after closing his eyes briefly as if gathering all his forces, left on the bed near his hand. "This is actually more for you than for me," said tight. "I will not ever see her again." Then he stood and walked to the door and her hair looked like a ball of bright red ribbons against the stark darkness of his coat. Once he had his hand on the knob again to pause. "Not for a moment go thinking that I'm doing this out of kindness," he said without looking atrásy his voice devoid of emotion. & Ldquo, I do because I know what is written in this letter will destroy you and want you to suffer as I do. "He left the room with these chilling words. Draco could hear her heels on the floor as he went down the hall.

looked at the piece of parchment for a while before taking it with a trembling hand. When I turned around and saw the writing on the other side reflective grimaced. With writing hasty disorderly and Harry say a single word: Ginny. Just seeing that made it hurt the heart. CH TMLXC

almost did not open it. There were times he wished he had not. But nineteen years later, sitting in his opulent office knew he could not rest if I had not read. Now returning to shake hands to open it again, do not know why this year was being much more difficult than previous ones, but it did. For some strange reason I felt the pain again and again oil, and when he looked down the page disastrous line with equally disastrous writing, I feltclosed throat.

"Gin," began.

"I know you're mad at me and I think I understand. If our situation were reversed I'd be furious. And I know I fall short by saying angrily. I know you feel hurt, betrayed y. .. disappointed, and I can only answer is: I know. I know and I'm sorry.

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HTMLXC "Perhaps the words are heard too empty, but know that I'm serious. I never wanted this to happen. I know that all men who have cheated on their wives have said the same, but in my case it's true. I love you, Ginny. "

At this point, Draco swallowed hard. Never was easy to read that line.

"I love you and I love children and it was never my intention to hurt any of you. Apart of me wishes this never happened, we could again be those who were, to feel what we felt as kids. But I know that can not be, not now. Not anymore.

"never pretended to fall in love with anyone but you. My life was rigged, had a job, you, the kids and I thought that was all I wanted. Bolt I can not lie, Gin, and I do not use whatever I lie to myself. It was not enough and has not been for quite some time. I think ignor & MLXC

"But I learned one thing, Gin. I've learned that you can not pretend to be someone else you are. Eventually spits you in the face. You are who you are and the more you try to ignore you become more miserable. I've been miserable for a long time, and if you're honest with yourself, tuu also have been.

"Please do not blame Draco for it. I know your character, but this is not their fault. Not your fault that I've fallen in love. Not your fault you did notcan imagine life without him. And it's not your fault that you need like I need air, food and water. So hate me if it makes you feel better, but understand that I went after him, that was me who started this and I have only the hope that I mean to him at least

half of what it means to me ...

I need it, Ginny and I refuse to continue to pretend it is not so ... "

Draco nUNCA could read beyond this point. Coming here was his eyes filled with tears and unable to continue. Ginevra Weasley had known exactly what he had to give that letter, it was as if he buried a dagger in the heart every time. And five times a year opened, the leíay wounds opened again.

swallowed hard, refolded the parchment carefully, but not save it back as fast as ever. He held her knowing it was the lastma letter that Harry had written, because the very next day ...

magic intercom on his desk and gave a soft chime Draco placed the letter on his thigh and quickly wiped moisture from his cheeks before bending to pressure gold button above. Was expressed slowly into the small wooden box a picture of Hamilton, whose face was a mask professional.

"Yes, Harper," said endeavorquo;

"Your son is here to see you, sir."

Draco nodded. "Let him go."

The image of Harper nodded and disappeared.

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