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This is based on the characters and world created and owned by JK Rowling.
A/N: So I've been reading lots of memory fics lately and I LOVE them! So I thought I'd try one of my own. However this story has a MAJOR trigger. Postpartum depression is deeply explored in this fic so if that is not something you can handle please do not read. However, if you or someone you know is going through this please do seek resources to help. PD is real and it is very serious. Anyway, please be gentle. M because I like the word fuck and maybe I'll describe some sex. I dunno. I really like reviews so please please pleaseeee review if you like this. Thanks guys! 3
What the hell? Her legs moved across her sheets…no someone's sheets, because her own sheets were definitely cotton and these were definitely silk. She cracked an eye open and looked down at the bed she was lying in. The comforter and sheets were a rich chocolate colour and piled on top of her like someone had gotten out of bed next to her. She opened her other eye and sat up taking in her surroundings. Number one the bed was massive, really how many people slept here? Number two this was definitely not her room because she was sure she would never purchase such gaudy furniture and a ceiling vaulted that high was not in her living space budget. Whose house was this?! Why was it so quiet? Was she kidnapped? There was a dull ache between her legs that she hadn't felt before so maybe she'd had a one night stand?
She felt fine so she couldn't blame this on firewhiskey and moonlight was floating in through a large bay window so that would mean that if she'd had a one night stand the gentleman was still here somewhere since this was obviously his place and not hers. She looked down at herself and made a sound she didn't mean to but her attire was shocking. The "pajamas" she was wearing could barely be classified as underwear let alone clothing. It was literally a scrap of shiny satin pasted to her breasts and clinging to her stomach.
She didn't know how she got there but all in all it wasn't a bad place to wake up. However, she really should get back home. Ron and Harry would undoubtably be round tomorrow for a cuppa before work and although she wasn't sure what today was she was sure she had a lot of work to do tomorrow. She moved off the bed and searched the floor for her clothing but she couldn't find them anywhere, not even under the bed. There was a door to her right slightly open and just from a peek though the threshold she could see that it was a very large walk-in closet. She pushed into the room moving the door wider quietly to inspect the room.
It was divided in two halves one for a man and one for a woman. A woman?! Had she slept with a married man?! Oh Merlin please tell her she did not bed a married man like a common slag! Hanging on the man's side were unmarked work robes but the woman's robes were marked with the symbol for the Ministry for Magic's justice department. She leaned on the island in the middle of the room and blew a curl out of her face. Not only had she slept with a married man, she'd slept with one married to an obviously powerful woman. Oh shit! She worked in the Ministry's justice department! Was she her coworker?! Her boss?! She was a dead woman surely if this got out. She couldn't find her clothing so maybe she arrived in this? Bugger, she must have been feeling pretty sure of herself to have left her flat wearing a handkerchief. There were no answers in this closet that she could use immediately so she left the room and closed the door softly behind her.
She heard a small whimper, it sounded like a baby she mused as she shook her head. What kind of scum would have a one night stand with a baby in the house? She tiptoed to a large mahogany door on the left side of the room and pushed it open peeking in. There was a crib! A crib! Who was this creep?! How could she even be attracted to such a cad?! She slipped in and crossed the room as quietly as she could to make sure the babe was fine. She leaned over the railing of the absolutely ostentatious crib and let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding as she gazed down at the most beautiful child she'd ever seen.
The child looked up at her as he struggled to put his fist in his mouth. He couldn't have been more than a few weeks old, he was tiny. His lashes glistened with tears though he was no longer crying and atop his head was a sparse amount of soft white-blonde curls that jutted out all over the place. She scooped him gently into her arms and smiled down at those clear eyes. He looked so familiar. Had she seen him before? His name, Orion, was spelled out in glittering letters floating above his crib charmed to have stars zooming about the letters. His ceiling was charmed to look like the night sky and a centaur moved across his walls galloping majestically through the painted forest. Orion's father had spent a pretty sickle on this nursery.
"Well hello" she said quietly "you are just beautiful. Are you in here all alone? Oh what a sweet boy you are"
Orion's lip quivered and he kept rooting toward her breast as if she was nursing him, she felt her breasts tingling as if they were responding to his need
"Oh baby i'm not your mummy, I can't nurse you I'm sorry" She shifted the baby so that he could not search for her breast
As if he'd understood her, his eyes squeezed shut and he began to wail
"Oh shhh, shhh please" She pleaded, feeling more pressure in her breasts as if there was something in them for the babe to eat
"Daddy's coming Ry!" A very masculine voice floated into the room as the door widened, she heard the door but did not turn, she was still trying to calm the baby
"Oh mummy's got you" The voice behind her dropped in tone as if the speaker had relaxed
She'd almost dropped the child as her brain received the message from her ears. Mummy? Mummy. What the fuck?! Of all her questions that night, "what the fuck?!" was by far the most important. Without turning to meet the source of the voice, she gently set a still crying Orion in his crib, smiled weakly, and promptly fainted.
"Would it be appropriate to allow Ry to nurse? He's been due for a feeding"
"That should be fine dear, it won't hurt either of them"
As the babe, cradled in his father's hands, suckled and drank deeply from her, the woman groaned deeply and lifted a hand to her head before her eyes fluttered open. Her brain, in sequence registered the two blurred figures, the brightened room she had woken up in previously, and as if an afterthought, the baby sucking greedily from her breast. She calmly watched, her vision clearing, as the babe drew his last pull from her and his eyes fluttered shut as he fell into an after dinner slumber.
"Hermione, you're awake" the same masculine voice that had called to Orion now addressed her
Her eyes went from the sleeping baby to the owner of that voice and her mouth promptly fell open in a scream. A scream no one could hear because as soon as her mouth had opened a muffliato was cast as not to wake Orion.
"What has gotten into you?" He asked gently, searching her face with questioning eyes
"She's just fainted dear give her some time, Hermione darling have you been eating? You've just given birth four weeks ago you need to keep up your strength"
To their surprise Hermione started laughing hysterically, she nearly doubled over as she giggled and laughed at the short, thin woman. She swiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and sat back against the headboard.
"You are quite mistaken Miss. Whomever You Are. What has occurred here is somehow Draco Malfoy and I ended up in bed together. Probably the result of wine or maybe we even went on a date. I've woken up in whatever house he calls home and" she held up a hand palm forward, "not that i'm shocked because he is a right bastard, he is married with a child. If I could get my clothing and my shoes, I'll be happy to forget this ever happened" She smiled sweetly and pushed the comforter away from her legs to get out of bed
"Well, you are right" Draco began, rolling his eyes at her smug aha! "I am married and Orion is my son"
"What kind of foul, slimy, witless git are you?! Why would you bring me here! In your marital home! Oh Merlin!" She pulled at her hair and paced the room
Draco cleared his throat and shot her a pointed look, "As I was saying, Orion is my son and I share him with my wife, who coincidentally is you"
She laughed again, "That's rich Malfoy" a snort followed, "but I am quite sure I would never marry you"
"What the hell is wrong with you?! We've been married for four years!"
"This isn't funny anymore Malfoy" She was getting angry now, she could get over having one night stand sex she couldn't remember but Malfoy was taking his teasing a bit too far
"It was never funny. I don't know what you're on about. You're doing my head in here!" He strained to keep his voice at an acceptable level as Orion was still sleeping in the middle of the bed Hermione had vacated
"I wake up in your house in the middle of the night and I don't know how you got me here but I'm doing your head in?"
"You woke up here because you live here" He returned flatly
"Lovely. Look Malfoy, I feel like an absolute slag for even being here and dear Merlin I won't even mention that whole thing with your baby but I'll be going. Please don't try to contact me anymore" Hermione fled the room and bounded down the marble staircase intending to find a fireplace to floo back to her flat.
She found a grand fireplace in what looked like a sitting room and grabbed a handful of floo powder and called out her address. She brushed soot from her front as she stepped out of her fireplace and immediately registered the feeling of grime and debris under her bare feet.