Draco screamed at the top of his lungs as he tore the copy of the Daily Prophet up into a million pieces with his bare hands and turned away from the shreds, sobbing miserably into his hands. It wasn't from sadness. It was from the seething rage threatening to consume him.

The Daily Prophet, charmed to self-repair, soon re-assembled itself to show the proud smirk of that asshole.

To say that the Malfoys had been brought down a peg or two was an understatement. Although having absconded and surrendering many names to the Aurors granted them immunity from Azkaban and the trials, having formed part of the Dark Lord's side left their family name in the mud. And reporters were not afraid to use their personal life to smear them even more. Or in this case, humiliate them. Humiliate him.

Draco stared at the cover bitterly.

TELL ALL EXCLUSIVE: Draco Malfoy's ex-fiancée reveals the real reason he cheated

It had been a couple of weeks of hell for Draco. First, that asshole is seen in the arms of another person and when caught he simply went with it, rambling on about Draco, mentioning personal things of their relationship Draco would have never dared expose. And lie after lie about how Draco was overbearing, the one who forced the engagement, the one who originally cheated multiple times.

It was all bullshit of course.

Two knocks on the door made him look at it with dread.

"Draco, darling, your father has summoned you to his office." His mother's voice said.

Draco whimpered and started crying all over again. God damn it!

It had been so hard for him to convince his father to find a male fiancée for him in the first place. He always knew he'd end up in an arranged marriage, it was just how it had always been done. Draco himself had never found anyone he could recommend himself to his parents, so left it up to his father, but his only request was that it was a male suitor. That in itself had taken a whole year of his father recommending suitable young witches. He had to meet all of them a couple of times before ultimately declining every single one. It was only after Draco had exhausted the list of eligible witches that his father approved off that he finally accepted to look for a man for him.

The first one he declined after a couple of dates. The second, he'd accepted. The man had seemed decent enough. He was about five years older than him, a French-American wizard, and they had enough interests in common that they could carry a decent conversation without too awkward a pause. Draco had thought he could have shared a life with him that would still honour his family. They were engaged after six boring months of dating. Now, a year after that, after getting comfortable with the boring married life Draco would soon embark on, the bombshell gets plastered all over the Daily Prophet the week before their wedding was supposed to take place.

Draco didn't care in the slightest about him, his feelings didn't hurt, he didn't love him a single bit, but he was enraged that he had allowed himself to be humiliated like this.

He sobbed harder, he felt that the shame could eat him alive.

He didn't hear the door opening but he wasn't surprised when his mother knelt before him and made him look up to wipe his tears away with her silk hankerchief.

"My darling boy. Forgive me… I didn't know you cared about him." She said.

"I didn't. I don't. I don't give a damn about that…" There were so many explicit insults he wanted to hurl out but he couldn't do it in front of his mother so he covered his face with his hands and let out a frustrated cry.

No doubt he looked like the perfect image of a heartbroken fiancée, but he didn't have the energy right now to find the words to explain himself.

"Tell father I'm not leaving this room." Draco finally forced out.

"Draco, this time, you must come." She said, this time, with that tone of voice that said the decision was final.

Draco huffed and looked away from his mother. "I will be right down, mother." He said. He had to compose himself first. As his mother left, he washed his face. There was no helping the puffiness around his eyes, but he at least managed to not look completely destroyed by that bastard's exposé.

For the first time in two weeks, Draco left his room and made his way to his father's study. He entered without knocking, which he knew irked his father to no end. Right now he didn't give a damn and plopped himself down on one of the plush chairs in front of his father's desk, slouching purposefully and avoiding eye contact. He couldn't find it in himself to look his father in the eye after what he'd read every day for the past two weeks in the Daily Prophet.

His father just let him stew in silence. Draco could feel a prickle of anger indicating his father was glaring him down.

"This is what happens when you don't heed your parents' advice." Lucius Malfoy said slowly and Draco would have screamed if his throat didn't feel so raw from doing that all morning.

"He was your candidate, father." Draco said and Lucius slammed his hand on the table to grab the newspaper and throw it at him, followed by the one from the day prior, and the day prior.

"You little ingrate! It was your job to ensure he was adequate! Look at all this… filth he's been spitting out for weeks! Look!"

Draco had to use his hands to stop the newspapers from hitting him too directly but he didn't refute what his father said.

"I made a mistake, father."

"A mistake? We were just starting to regain some shred of reputation with the work I'm doing with your mother's charity foundation and you go ahead and do this!"

Lucius was livid. Draco couldn't blame him. He could only blame himself.

"Father… I'll find a way to fix it." Draco said.

"Forget it. I called you to inform you that your mother is expecting again." Draco's eyes widened and he looked up at his father in shock. At 20 years of age he never thought he'd become an older brother. The excitement and joy the news brought was halted with the look his father gave him. "Should the child be born a son, he will be the heir to the family name unless you prove yourself."

Draco was left speechless. When he finally found his voice his throat felt dry. "You're disowning me? This wasn't my fault!" Draco yelled, slamming one of the newspapers on hand on the floor.

"None of the witches I had recommended would have ever done something like this! You've embarrassed this family and shamed yourself!" His father yelled and Draco struggled to quell the emotion tying into a knot at the back of his throat.

He too wanted to take out his frustration on his father. It was his fault their family name had been ruined in the first place. But ever since they started slowly improving in the public eye, his father liked to pretend they'd never done wrong. However, he was raised to always respect his father no matter what and although he had plenty to say, he had to bite his tongue. Doing otherwise felt too unnatural.

So, he said nothing, and the silence stretched as Draco struggled to meet his father's eyes. He took a deep breath finally and cleared his throat. "Congratulations, father. Whether it is a boy or a girl, I look forward to welcoming my new sibling into the household." He said as calmly as he could.

"You won't meet anyone until this mess is cleared up. I will give you detailed instructions on how to behave for the coming year. I will choose your next fiancée and you should be married by the end of next year. Now get out while I do some damage control." Lucius said strictly and Draco got up on shaky feet and left as quickly as he could.

He wandered aimlessly around the manor and stumbled across his mother, drinking tea on the parlor. She looked up at him and didn't offer a smile. He came down and kissed her cheek, a gesture that she accepted.

"Congratulations, mother." Draco said genuinely, but he was still in shock from everything his father had told him.

"Does this news not please you?" She asked.

"Of course, it does, I… I'm just reeling from things father said." Draco admitted. She took his hand and frowned.

"What did he say?" She asked.

Draco couldn't even think of repeating it. He wouldn't bear it if his mother said the same and deemed him disposable if he stepped out of line.

"I'm tired mother… I'll be in my room if you need me." He said. It wasn't a lie. Draco felt like he could sleep for a week after that conversation with his father. His mother didn't call him back so the moment he got to his room, he threw himself on the bed and passed out within minutes.

When he woke up, a new letter had arrived while he was sleeping. It bore the ominous crest of St Mungos and Draco sat up to read it.

Dear mister Draco Malfoy,

Your results have now come back regarding your recent complaints of lethargy, poor appetite, and headaches. I can confirm that your blood work and magic signature showed high levels of the Gravida essence, confirming that you are presently with child. The levels indicate you are seven weeks along and your due date would be…

Draco dropped the letter, his body chilled by the news.

His father's warning echoed in his head and he knew that the moment he told him of this, that he would be disowned.

He didn't stop to think for even one second, his body moving on autopilot as he grabbed his wand, put on his outer robe and left the manor by the nearest fireplace. He tried to think of where he could go but he couldn't think of a single place without changing his mind. He couldn't face anyone he knew.

He snuck out of Diagon Alley and instead began wandering around muggle London, the chill in the air hitting his face, but a spell ensured he remained warm under his robe.

How could he have been so stupid? He had been so sure that the marriage would go ahead that when that bastard suggested they sleep together he hadn't been opposed. But he never would have thought that he would have ended up in this condition so quickly.

His mother had said getting in this condition had been specially difficult for her. The proof was that only now he was having another sibling.

Rage surged within him as he thought of how that bastard had mocked him and it brought tears of anger to his eyes once more. He'd get his revenge on him. Did he think that because Draco was younger than him that he would just let himself get trampled on? He'd completely destroy him.

Glee filled him and he chuckled maliciously thinking of all the ways he would drag that man down. The muggles that passed by him gave him concerned glances and walked faster away from him.

But first…

Draco's stomach grumbled and he looked up to figure out where he was.

"Excuse me sir, would you like a sample?" Draco turned around to see a woman holding a tray of tiny paper cups full of different coloured juices.


Harry cursed under his breath as he walked down Charing Cross road, away from the Leaky Cauldron. He tried not to feel self-conscious about wearing his wizard robes while being out and about, but it was London. No one cared. Everyone was whizzing past as fast as they could while aggressively avoiding eye contact.

He had just parted ways with Andromeda, who asked for his help as she went shopping with Teddy. It was as he was heading to the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes that he could feel someone following him. He quickly realized he was being followed by some stupid up and coming reporter that was starting to make a name for himself by being even more aggressive than Rita Skeeter ever was.

He was persistent and Harry was only able to shake him off by sneaking out into the muggle world.

He planned to just find a good place to aparate. What he didn't expect was to spot Draco-bloody-Malfoy arguing with a juice vendor with a cup of juice in his hand.

"Sir, you have to pay with legal tender!" The man yelled.

"This is legal tender you ignorant muggle!" Malfoy yelled. "Forget it! Keep this stupid drink!"

"I saw you take a drink! You can't return it now!" A girl holding samples said.

Now, Harry could not say that it was a good thing seeing Malfoy again. But the sight before him was so bizarre that he did not regret coming across it one bit.

A police officer had been walking past with his partner and were coming closer to see what the commotion was about. When the vendor grabbed Malfoy by the wrist to keep him from running Harry saw Malfoy reach for his wand and stepped forward.


Draco saw red when that filthy muggle grabbed him by his arm and wasn't even thinking when he reached for his wand.

"There you are, Draco!" Another hand wrapped around the hand gripping his wand and Draco released it in shock as the warm fingers grabbed onto his hand hard, in a warning manner. "Sorry sir, my friend is new to London. Here you go, keep the change." Potter handed the vendor a paper with some muggle drawn on either side and pulled him away.

Draco did the only thing he could think of in that moment. He brought the straw to his mouth and took a sip of his papaya and mango deluxe juice.

As Potter dragged him off to a quiet street Draco realized he was shaking. His adrenaline releasing over his body. He had almost attacked that muggle. What would have happened if Potter hadn't appeared then? Draco would have been arrested instantly for attacking a muggle.

"Thank you." Draco said firmly. Draco visibly saw Potter reel back in shock.

"Malfoy, are you ill?"

"Shut up, Potter!" Draco spat out, fury burning in his veins all over again. "Why are you following me all of a sudden?" He snapped. "You came to have a good laugh too?"

Potter scoffed at his second statement but only stared at him at his second question. "No." He said. "No actually. I just managed to shake off a particularly persistent reporter and stumbled across you robbing a small muggle business." The hint of amusement did not help quell Draco's anger.

"I was trying to pay him." Draco said.

"Do you even know the exchange rate for muggle money?" Potter asked and Malfoy looked up at him annoyed. "Or even how to get your galleons exchanged?"

"I've never exactly needed any of their filthy money, did I?"

"Well, seeing the hollier-than-though Draco Malfoy willing to go to prison over a fruit juice was definitely not what I expected to see today of all days." Potter said and stared at him. Draco was simply annoyed and looked away, drinking some more. "Look at you, you're actually enjoying a muggle made product. Are you sure you're not ill?"

"Ugh. Merlin, Potter, you have no idea what I'm going through right now. Just… just… Damnit." What was he supposed to do now? "Just go… this is none of your business." Draco couldn't even look at him. He was too busy remembering his father's words and every single one of those front covers where that bastard tore him down.

"You probably don't even know how to find the Leaky Cauldron." Potter said and he was right.

"How would you know?" Draco spat out.

"Because you wouldn't still be here with me if you did." Potter said and Draco felt his shoulders drop as he realized it was true.

"I can't go back." He muttered, almost saying it to himself.

"Weren't you getting married soon?"

Draco looked up at him like he was an idiot. "Have you been living under a rock for the past two weeks?" He yelled.

"I… you could say that. Been helping Andromeda with my godson for the last month since she sprained her ankle."

Draco laughed without humour because that was all he could do. "The wedding's off." He huffed sipping more of the drink. "Don't know why I'm telling you this." He mumbled. Maybe it was because Potter was not saying anything and his pesky annoying friends weren't around. Maybe it was because Draco was trying to post-pone having to figure out where he would stay tonight. "He was seen cheating two weeks ago. Now he's come out with every little sordid detail of our engagement. That… when I get my hands on him." He hissed.

"Hmm… I see…" Potter still didn't say much more and the silence stretched.

"Anyway… no need to stay with me, Potter."

"But you still don't know how to head back."

"I'll figure it out. I'll take the knight bus." He said and Potter laughed loudly.

"Hah! A Malfoy on public transport. Now that is front-page news." Potter chuckled and Draco was too tired to insult him, feeling too emotional and tired. When he didn't reply it seemed Potter paused in silence once more, just staring at him. "Wana go to dinner? My treat."

Draco looked up with suspicion. "Why?"

"Well, I'm very interested in seeing Draco Malfoy amongst muggles just a little longer." Potter said and the amusement in his face seemed genuine enough for Draco to sigh. At least he wouldn't have to go back to the wizarding world just yet.

"Then lead the way, Potter."