The Slow and Painful Death of Draco Malfoy

Draco was getting ready for the reunion. It had been ten years since he graduated from Hogwarts, and he felt he had done quite well for himself. Right after school, he was immediately sought after by modeling agencies. He had made a point to be very choosy, taking his time choosing whom he would work for. Unfortunately the one agent he wanted to work for wasn’t in the running. Sree Lupin, and her wife Diamond Lupin, were the most sought-after fashion designers worldwide. Eventually he settled for Dee’s Modeling Agency, and had been wearing everything from the latest cloaks to the fashionable thongs of his current job.

He was just straightening his robes when an owl came swooping in his window. It dropped a red envelope on his bed. When he went over to retrieve it, he noticed it was a howler, shaking furiously. The moment he touched it, it opened of its own accord.

“DRACO MALFOY, WE ARE THROUGH!”

It was his current girlfriend, Tina Castlewood.

“I AM SO SICK AND TIRED OF YOU ALWAYS BEING SO DAMN VAIN. I GO TO PICK UP MY DRESS FOR TONIGHT AND WHAT DO I FIND OUT? THAT YOU’VE CHANGED IT TO THE ONE I HATE, JUST SO YOU CAN LOOK PRETTIER THAN ME! WELL, FINE! IF THAT’S HOW YOU WANT TO BE, YOU CAN GO TO YOUR DAMN REUNION ALONE!! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!”

After that the letter ripped itself up, and blew away in the wind. Draco harrumphed. Who needed that filthy American witch anyway? He certainly didn’t. After another hour of primping, Draco set out for Hogwarts.

When he got there, the castle was decked out with decorations, lit up from dungeons to towers. When he got into the Great Hall, he stopped and looked around. Everywhere were Hogwarts students, chatting, holding glasses of wine or champagne. People he recognized, not only from his year, but from a few years ahead and below. Deciding on his first target to gloat to about his family’s money, and his modeling career, Draco sauntered over to Ron Weasley.

“So, Weasley, I see you were able to make it. Good to know you can still afford Floo powder,” Draco said with a sneer. "I myself still have my family’s fortune, left to me after mother died. Oh, and I’m the hottest male model for Witch Weekly. I model the latest thong fashions," he said with a smug look on his face.

“Yes... yes... modeling and wearing thongs may be nice and all, but I patented a new growth fertilizer and have made millions. This is my model/actress/singer wife Alice. Oh by the way, did you know I have more money than YOU now?” Ron said as he wrapped his arm around the most beautiful redheaded woman Draco had ever seen.

She was a few inches shorter than Ron, with long, flowing, thick red hair. The most mesmerizing green eyes and a smile that was radiant. He shook her hand, amazed by the softness of her skin. After the shock of meeting Alice wore off, he returned his attention to Ron.

“So you invented something, I doubt that makes you richer then me. My family has had millions for generations…” Draco retaliated.

“Maybe so, but does your family have twenty-five vaults filled in Gringotts?” Ron asked with his own smug expression. Just then Harry Potter walked over.

“Ron, Alice, good to see you made it,” Harry said with a smile. He hugged Ron, and then Alice, and then noticed that Draco was standing there also.

“Oh hello, Malfoy!”

“Malfoy was just telling us how he’s a thong model, and how he thinks he’s still richer than us,” said Alice.

"Really, well since Ginny and I got married, I've become an agent for the Ministry of Magic’s Advanced Auror Organization. I've shut down over twenty Dark wizard rings, and have made millions! So that would make me richer then you also. Oh yeah. I put your father away in Azkaban last week. Tell him Harry Potter says, ‘Hi’.”

This made Draco angry, but before he could say anything Neville Longbottom walked over with his arm around… Was that Pansy Parkinson?? It couldn’t be… she was… pretty! After the greetings, Harry asked Neville what he’d been up to.

“Well, after Hogwarts, there was a sudden demand for slightly overweight, absolutely adorable models. So I started a modeling career and soon was the most sought-after man in England. I have made millions and millions modeling for the famous fashion designers, Sree and Diamond Lupin.”

Draco gasped, “I've been trying to talk to them for ages!” Draco was on the verge of tears as the others smirked at him.

“Am I in the fricking ‘Twilight Zone’?” he thought to himself.

“Umm… hello, Pansy,” he said to the beautiful blonde standing next to Neville.

“Oh. Hello, Draco. My, you haven’t changed much, have you?” she said. Just then, Draco spotted Hermione coming forward.

“Oh great...” he mumbled.

Hermione walked over to the group where the others were standing. She was very much pregnant, and wearing an absolutely beautiful gown that showed off her radiant figure, with a smile that went on for miles.

"So how's the potions research coming along?" Ron asked her, when she got there.

"Wonderfully. Severus and I finished our latest batch of Sorcerer’s Stones last night,” she said brightly.

“We've cornered the market on Immortality potions,” she said to a confused looking Draco. “How are your parents doing, Neville?"

"Just fine, thank you. Since you and Severus found a cure, they've been doing a lot of catching up. They'd like you and your husband to come over for dinner, if you're not too busy."

"Oh, that would be delightful. I'm sure Severus would love to speak with your parents again. And since I'm now on maternity leave until the twins are born, I won't be doing any more work." She patted her large belly.

"So where do you and Severus plan on going on vacation this year after the twins are born?" Harry asked.

"Oh, we're going to stay at the island we bought. It'll be so nice, just us, the babies, and our house-elves. Dobby and Winky are just excited about it, too. They've been buying all sorts of outfits for the occasion!"

Draco stood there with his mouth hanging open. Just then Ginny walked up, looking damn sexy, and put her arms around Harry. She had filled out into a seductive vixen over the years: those dazzling eyes, that flaming red hair pulled up into a French twist. The strapless, sparkling emerald green dress hugged her every curve. Draco couldn’t close his mouth. Harry slipped an arm around her waist, pulled her close and kissed her softly, under her ear, causing her to smile seductively at him.

“Oh, hello, Malfoy,” she said, just noticing him.

“Weasley,” he replied. He was really starting to feel uncomfortable.

“How’s the paper doing? Were you able to get your article out on time?” Ron asked.

“Oh yes, but then, since I own the Daily Prophet, I kinda have control over those things,” she said with a smile. Draco felt like he was going to gag.

“You had such good coverage on Percy’s inauguration as Minister of Magic,” Alice said to Ginny.

“Yes, well, since Dad retired, and asked Percy to step up in his place, it was the least I could do. I mean, he did help take down Fudge.” They all laughed, and nodded in remembrance of when Cornelius Fudge went crazy and tried to take over Hogwarts and fire everyone who worked there. It had been an ugly battle, but in the end Arthur and Percy Weasley had prevailed against him. As Ginny had control of the Daily Prophet, they were able to show the public his evil doings, and force him to resign as Minster of Magic.

“Yes, well, now that Percy’s in charge, we’ll have to make sure we send him a great congratulatory present,” said a new voice to the crowd.

“Fred, George! How are you?” Hermione said and, as best as she could, she gave the twins hugs.

“Fine, fine. We’ve just opened our one hundredth store in America this week. We’re having a party at the Burrow to celebrate. You and Severus going to come?”

“Oh, of course. You must be so excited! I hear you’ve got stores in every country.”

“Yes, and without the help of Lee Jordon, and his wife, Susan, I don’t know where we would be. They’ve been such a help with advertising, and keeping everything organized,” Fred explained.

“I thought the Burrow was still being remodeled?” Ron asked.

“Oh no, that’s been done for ages now, but then if you’d owl once in a while, you’d know that,” George replied.

Draco couldn’t take any more. He slipped back and left the cheerful, wealthy crowd and went to find someone else he could gloat to. Ah, there were Crabbe, and Goyle.

He made his way over to the tall, lumbering men and was about to step into their conversation when he noticed a blonde goddess also walking their way. He cleared his throat to say hello, when she walked past him and into Goyle's waiting arms.

“Done talking with Cho, darling?” Gregory said to the beautiful woman on his arm, before giving her a quick kiss.

“Oh yes. She didn’t recognize me at first, but when I mentioned the Raven and Lion hats I used to wear during Quidditch games, she suddenly remembered. She wants to know if she and her husband Oliver can get in to your restaurant. Seems they’d like a nice romantic spot for their anniversary, but you know how hard it is to get reservations,” Luna said with a sweet smile.

“Oh yes, of course. ‘Chez Goyle’ never turns down a Quidditch star, or two for that matter,” he answered.

“So Vincent, how’s your wife, Millicent doing?” Luna asked Crabbe.

“Oh, she’s fine. She wanted to come tonight, but she’s just so tired from the kids, her work, and helping me. She took the opportunity of a babysitter to get some much-needed rest. Poor dear.”

“Well, weren’t you supposed to take a vacation last month?” Goyle asked.

“We were, but as an ambassador for the Muggle/Wizard Association of South America, I haven’t had a chance to get away. Since we’ve been doing testing to find Muggles with small amounts of magical powers and dealing with their governments, well, it’s just been a nightmare.”

Draco backed off before they could spot him. This was definitely not where he wanted to be. Just then he heard a loud cheer. He looked for the source of the noise and saw Harry clapping Dean Thomas on the back, and Ginny hugging Seamus. He moved back over in their direction, hopefully without it looking like he was.

“Congratulations!” Ron exclaimed.

“That’s wonderful!” he heard Hermione say.

“So when do you get to pick him up?” Fred asked.

“Soon! The adoption agency is coming to the house on Tuesday for us to fill out papers. Then only a week after that and we get to pick up our first child,” Dean said with a broad grin.

“We went through at least ten orphanages, and I swear if we could have, we would have brought all those poor homeless children home with us. But at St. Mary’s we found little Nathan. He’s only four years old. His parents died a year ago in a house fire. Poor dear. He’s just soo cute, brown eyes, black hair, and a smile that makes your heart melt.” Seamus was rambling with a distant look in his eyes, but no one stopped him. They could tell he was happy.

He and Dean were holding hands when Draco left again. They were still going on about more possible children in a few years.

Draco couldn’t take it any more; he had to get out of there. Just as he left, Severus Snape came in and walked right past him as if he wasn’t even there. Snape made his way through the crowd and found his very pregnant wife. He gave her a long kiss, and placed a protective hand over her abdomen. Draco watched as he smiled and talked with Harry and Ron.

Oh, the inhumanity of it all.

He quickly left and got back to Hogsmeade. He had planned on Apparating home, but instead decided to get a drink first. It wasn’t like he had anyone to go home to anyway.

Upon entering the Three Broomsticks he noticed it was full. He dragged himself over to a lonely table in the back, and ordered a fire whiskey. While waiting, he overheard a couple in the booth next to him.

“He he he he… stop that… we might get caught…” a female voice giggled. It sounded familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“I mean it, stooo….. hmmmm, don’t stop… Oh Albus… you animal!”

ACK! Professor McGonagall, and Dumbledore. He had to get out of there NOW!

He never even got his drink, he left quickly and Apparated home as soon as he could. And he planned on never leaving again!