A/N Thanks for all of the reviews, you guys are great! I would also like to add that; I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE ORIGINAL CAST FROM THE BOOK. IF IT'S IN THE BOOK; I DON'T OWN IT! This is the only disclaimer you will hear from me in this fan fiction, so you better remember it!

Everything will be cleared in due time, why Potter is behaving the way he does will be told throughout the story. I know perfectly well that the prologue comes before the actual story, it is just that it was deleted a short time this story was 'published' and thus I have to rewrite it, and remove all the sex scenes from it… since does not allow that type of stuff… It will be a one-shot that is named "Learning a Lesson" and I will inform you guys when it is done.

I hope you will enjoy this chapter, sorry for the delay, but the next chapter should be coming in about two weeks…

Abominable Attraction

Chapter 2 – Mutual Disagreement

By Johanna Jonsdottir Opedal

Oh, Merlin how I hate that smug look he has! He looks like he knows all of your secrets, just waiting for an opportunity to use them against you. I swear, if I were bigger, and stronger, I would definitely punch that ugly mug of his!

I glared at Potter before I shifted my gaze to one of the portraits on the wall. The old bearded wizard pretended to be asleep, but I could clearly see this ears twitch as he waited for us to start speaking again, the nosy bugger.

"So," Potter began, making me focus my attention at him once again.

"What?" I asked, raising one of my slender brows.

"What kind of bond are we deciding on? I still haven't heard any details about them yet." He said with a bored look on his face.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, eying Potter who leaned against the headmaster's desk, his arms crossed and his black bangs falling into his eyes. "Well, I think we should keep the bond simple, without any unnecessary conditions and such. The same kind of bond my parents had will suffice I guess."

This time it was Potter's time to raise an eyebrow. "Oh, and what kind of bond did they have?" he asked, there was something else in his voice now… interest?... no… maybe… amusement? But what could he possibly find amusing in this kind of situation?

"For your information, Potter, they used a quite common bond amongst aristocrats in their position." I started, glaring at Potter.

"And what position is that, pray tell?" he asked mockingly.

"Their marriage was arranged, it is very common amongst aristocrats, you know. Well, anyhow, these arranged marriages are supposed to enable strong blood bonds between two families. This bond has no special 'conditions' and it is not some kind of love-bond or something. It simply ties the two persons together, without any conditions, in an unbreakable bond where neither party can damage the other." I explained. "This bond is also one of the few bonds that can be changed into another sort of bond. Some people change their bonds to friendship, or even love bonds. My parents chose the latter after being married for a while and discovered their attraction to each other."

I waited a few minutes for potters respond, but I was met with silence. "Well," I began exasperatedly, "does it sound like a bond you would be comfortable with?" I asked.

"So, what you are saying is," Potter began sarcastically. "that you want to form a love bond with me?" he asked, raising a brow, that wicked smirk resting on his lips.

I blushed; sadly I have a tendency for doing so when Potter is near it appears. "No!" I spat out. "That is not what I meant!" I swear, he lives to torment me. He started to laugh as my face went read and I stumble on my words as I try to deny the accusation. "I was only mentioning that this bond is changeable so that we do not have to decide on a final bond in less than two weeks, if at all for that matter! And that is what I meant."

Potter just shrugged. "Sure. Are we done here or do you have anything else to nag about?" he said, pulling his wand out of his sleeve.

"We are done." I said, watching him warily. Why did he draw his wand? Was he planning on hexing me or something? Wondering what he was planning to do I follow his movements closely. "Um… what are you doing?" I asked when he raised his wand as if to cast a spell.

"I'm going to hex them of course," he replied calmly.

"Them?" I echoed, confused. Who was he going to hex? Father and Dumbledore? I watched him move his wand in a circle and end the movement with a flick of his wrist while mumbling something. A spray of gold and green sparks flew from the tip of his wand. The sparks flew up in a spiral up to the roof where it soundlessly exploded, making the sparks fall down in tiny glistening droplets, making the early morning sun shatter into a million pieces, reflected by the glittering air, illuminating the room as the sparks slowly sailed towards the floor, disintegrating.

"What on earth are you doing? What kind of spell is this?" I sneered, trying to get that horrible, sparkly… stuff away from me. "Relax, I only erased the memories of those portraits. If I just left them, they would tell everything we said to each other for the past thirty minutes to Dumbledore as soon as he is back in here alone. And we would not like that, would we?" he asked with a superior smirk.

I just glared at him, using the trademark Malfoy 'You-Are-Not-Worthy-Enough-To-Be-In-The-Same-Room-As-I-,-Peasant!' look and walked past him.

Just as I put my hand on the door handle Potter whispered something that sounded suspiciously like 'Sweet dreams love, see you tomorrow then,'. Even tough I could hear the sarcastic tone, his words still struck a cord in me. Just to hear him say those relatively kind words was enough to make me hot all over, making my face flush anew. I thanked Merlin that my back was turned to Potter so that he could not see how his mocking words had affected me. This way he could not see my red face, nor my small smile. I tried to regain my wits and shook my head before I opened the door and left the room, closing the door carefully behind me

I walked down the spiral staircase and was met by my father waiting impatiently. "Father," I began as I put my feet down onto the floor.

"Draco." He said as he turned around to face me. "Come, let us go talk somewhere more private." He continued as he grabbed my arm and started dragging me away, I did not , however, comment on how dragging someone is unworthy of a Malfoy, I did not have the energy to fight right now.

Soon we were standing in a vacant classroom, a thick layer of dust covered everything and I was careful not to touch or bump into anything as we walked inside. I warily eyed the room, it was old and filled with broken chairs and desks, it was apparently used as some sort of storage area. The large tinted windows were so covered in filth and grime that not even the most persistent ray of sun could not penetrate. The room was cold and dark, almost making me shiver, but I tried to remain as untouched as usual.

"Well," father began, making me focus my attention to him. "What bond did you decide upon, Draco?" he asked, being more blunt than usual. I could hear the anxiety in his voice, he had always been a bit protective, and I could see that the thought of giving his only child to someone who did not even like him was grating at his nerves.

"Actually, I suggested the McGowan bond." I replied, staring back into my fathers harsh gaze.

He scoffed slightly at what I said. "I guess there are worse bonds to chose. At least you will have some more time until you make your final decision, if you actually decide you need a final bond at all."

I merely nodded.

"Well, enough of this, would you care to enlighten me about how we ended up in this situation… no, this mess in the first place?" father inquired, for the hundredth time I might add.

"Father, please, we have been through this a hundred times already. I have told you that I will not tell you!" I said rather irritably, that blasted Potter had given me a headache and I did not feel all that well at the moment.

I think father saw some kind of change in my face because he suddenly looked very concerned and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Draco," he said softly, "are you alright? Remember what your mother said, don't strain yourself or put yourself in any kind of stressful situation. The male pregnancies in our family have always been rough, well, all pregnancies in our family are extremely difficult, but the males are even more so. It is like a curse."

I nodded and leaned my head against my fathers shoulder. I felt totally drained now. "Daddy, I don't feel too well…" I said, rather weakly, making me angry at myself. I had been too weak lately, too easily pushed over…

"Then you should go lie down, do not push yourself. Even if I do not approve of your choice of mate, you know that your mother and I will love and support you, right, Draco?" father said, stroking my hair. I let out a low sigh.

"I know, father, I know… Give my regards to mother once you get home." I said straightening up. "I have to get to my classes and I guess that you have to leave soon."

"Rubbish!" father harshly started, his grey eyes narrowing dangerously. "You are not going to any classes," he clarified when he saw my puzzled look. "You are going down to your dorm and lay down, you must rest."

"But, father, surely you are not suggesting that I should play hooky because of a little fatigue, really, I can," I was caught off guard as my father suddenly started to drag me out of the classroom and down the hallway, closely followed by the stairs. "Father, what are you… Daddy! Can you stop hauling me like I am some sort of cattle?"

"Draco, you are going to go and lie down, you may think that you are fine and just a bit tired, but the truth is that you look horrible, if you are not careful enough, you may loose the baby. Remember that our family has a history of trouble pregnancies, which is why you are an only child since it took so much out of your mother. We almost lost you a few times." Father's eyes looked so sad and pained as he recollected the old memories, yes, I knew. I sighed. "You should probably tell your professors about it, well, them and Potter, some time soon, that way they can help you." We had nearly reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room.

"No." I said before relaying the password, (Pureblood Power, when had these passwords gotten so bloody stupid?) so my father and I could get inside.

"What do you mean 'no'?" he asked after making sure that the common room was empty, casting a few spells that prevented people from hearing our conversation.

I sighed as I sank down in one of the plush armchairs, leaning my head against the stuffed back. "I meant that I am not going to tell anyone about it. I do not want to look weak in front of Potter." I am a Malfoy, and we do not display our weaknesses, that is, if we had any. Well, that and that I had already showed too much weakness in front of him already.

"Draco, be reasonable, you have to tell Potter about this at least, he, as the father, has a right to know." Father declared looking at me gravely.

"Fine!" I spat, glaring at him. He may hate Potter, but since he was about to get him as a son-in-law, he was apparently willing to set it aside some differences. Damned him…

"Good," he said, eying me wearily- "Now it is time for you to go and rest."

"No, I have already told you that I am fine." I said.

"No, you will listen to me Nathaniel Lucius Draco Malfoy, you will go straight to your room and rest, and not leave your bed before dinner, do you understand me?" he commanded.

I began to glare at him, but since he did not look the least bit impressed at all, I soon resigned and lowered my head. Stupid dad for always ordering me around, and stupid me for always doing what he says, well, with a few exceptions of course. "Yes, father" I said and stood up.

Father smiled and walked over to me. "Good, Draco. Please, take care of yourself and remember to tell me if that blasted Potter does not take care of you, I'll come back and hex his privates off. One heir is enough to carry on the Malfoy name." father added with a sadistic glint in his eyes. He embraced me briefly (briefly since anyone could come in at any moment and that hugging did not really fit the Malfoy image…) "Well, I had better be going now, I will see you in a few weeks time, both your mother and I will participate in the ceremony." I nodded and watched my fathers retreating back as he left after we had said our good byes.

When I was finally alone I was slightly taken aback by the silence, it made me feel unease somehow. I shuddered in the now cold, damp room. I sighed and removed the wards that my father had cast upon the room before I sulkingly trotted up to my room where I almost immediately flung myself down onto my bed, staring at the green canopy, my left hand placed on my abdomen where my unborn child currently resided.

"Well, little one, now your father knows about you. I'm sorry it had to be like that, though." I sighed and buried the side of my face into plushy pillow. "I'm sorry your daddy hates me, it seems that we are not going to be the 'happy' and loving family that you probably deserve, but I will try my best, for both of our sakes." I sluggishly flicked my wand, making the curtains close against the bed. I also muttered a silencing spell so that no one would bother me while I slept. Knowing that people are was round me while I sleep makes me uneasy, that was the biggest reason for me to start using wards as I slept, well, them making me uneasy and that incident in first year…

Maybe the other part of the day would become better. I yawned and closed my eyes and slowly drifted off.

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