I am sorry if the characters aren't really like they were in the books or movies. I haven't actually read the books or seen the movies so yeah, I apologize for that, if it annoys you or anything.
Italics = thoughts. Also please tell me if anything is wrong, punctuation and spelling wise.
I am Hermione Granger. I'm 18 years old, and I've fallen pregnant. Do you want to know what makes all of this worse? Who I've fallen pregant too. No one other than the famous Draco Lucius Malfoy. What you've heard is right, we're enemies, or used to be. The war changed everyone, including Draco who at the time was fighting against me. In my opinion it changed him more so than anyone else I know. I can't imagine what he had to witness—I heard that his mother was totured though, right in front of him and even though Malfoy, well Draco, pretends not to care, he does. Especially about his mother (and father)—not to mention the millions of people that were killed and the ones that he had to kill himself, just to stay alive. A lot of people hate him for joining the dark side but I don't. I understand that he was just sixteen years old, he had no choice, his father made him take the dark mark. In the end Draco did the right thing, he fought with us, and now we're back at Hogwarts for our final year, which is over in just a few days.
What will people say when they find out I'm not little miss innocent anymore? Will they judge me harshly for having a baby out of wedlock, with someone I'm not even in a relationship with? Who am I kidding? Of course they will! If humans only have one thing in common, it's that they love gossip.
I don't regret losing my virginity to Draco. He was surprisingly gentle with me, he even caressed my face, planted kisses on my forehead and cheek when he wasn't devouring my mouth with his delicious tongue and taste. He paid close attention to my most sensitive areas: there is a spot just below my ear that he can find every time, and I just can't hold back moans. He knows how to suck on my breasts properly, he knows when my nibble on my lip, and when to dig his nails into my skin. His very experienced, which scared me at first, but it doesn't now because it means he can pleasure me, and we all know Draco aims to please.
Ron, Harry, and Ginny have no idea that I've been friends with Draco, or more than friends with Draco for the last month and a half. I've been to scared to tell them. It'd only be Ron to cause trouble but one person is enough to lead others to war (see voldemort) I'm especially terrified now that I'm pregnant. 'What are the chances of that, right? Me, Mrs. Innocent falling pregnant the first time she ever has sex, even though we used condoms, more than one if I remember correctly-not at the same time, though. Maybe that would've helped?' They're all probably going to jump to the assumtion that Draco raped me, when I know that he would never do that, or maybe that he knows that I'm pregnant, pretends like he doesn't know I, or the baby exist, purely because I'm a "mudblood" and the baby wouldn't a pureblood. All of these excuses are some of the things Draco would've done two years ago, before the war, but not now. Hopefully not… Defiantly not.
I hate the thought of raising a kid all by myself. It's not that I couldn't do it, I can do anything if I set my mind to it, I just think it's unfair for a child to have to grow up with only one parent when they need both. Of course you can't do anything about it if one parent dies, but if both parents are alive, and can be parents, what's your excuse for abandoning your child? I cannot think of a reasonable excuse! It's horrible, and I will not have it. I need to make sure that my precious, hopefully healthy baby has a father figure around, whether it be Ron, Harry, or Draco but I doubt Draco would let that happen if he were around. Yes, Draco has changed, but he hasn't really changed enough to not dislike Harry and Ron, Ron more so than Harry.
Draco has been away for the last week and that's why I haven't been able to tell him about our baby, and I will not be one of those women who tell their baby daddies about their child, via mail or the world of magic, owl. Hopefully he comes to see me today or I will go and see him tomorrow. I know this is immature, especially considering my (our) situation but I honestly don't want to seem too keen to see him, even though I am.
I am currently sitting in my room, which is private due to it being my last year, reading a book, or pretending too when I hear a knock on my dorm door. I shake my head as if to physically get rid of my thoughts, and walk over to the door.
The inpaitent person on the other side knocks again, and with my uncontrollable hormones, I automatically get a little angry. 'Seriously? You can hear me walking towards the door, towards you, why do you feel the need to knock again, I heard you the first time!'
"I'm coming!" I yell.
I open the door and peek around, and I'm greeted with beautiful, fierce grey eyes, that couldn't possibly belong to anyone but a malfoy. Draco Malfoy in particular.
A smirk crosses his face and the furrow between my brow automatically disappears and a smile replaces it.
"Hi!" I greet him, and move so he can enter.
He walks in, in his casual Malfoy manner, and turns to me. I blush and look down, then continue with what I was doing, which is closing the door.
"What? No hug Granger?" he questions, "I think it's a little too late to worry about touching me, don't you think?" he winks almost suggestively.
My eyes drop to the floor, and a blush spreads to my cheek. I slowly walk over to him, and his proximity alone makes my blush deepen. I reluctantly wrap my arms around his hips, as I feel his arms wrap around me tightly, I snuggle my head deeper into the crook of his neck, and shyly take a small intake of his delicious colone. He always smell so good, so every time I'm in close contact with him, I make sure to take a small sniff, and it always manages to hang around me, even when his not.
I pull back, afraid that the hug lasted too long.
He looks down at me with his usual smile planted on his face-yes Draco Malfoy actually smiles, although he does still have his signature smirk- and asks, "What have you been doing without me for entertainment this last week?"
"Just reading, you know." I smile, sheepishly.
"Ah, of course. What else should I expect from the bookworm Granger?" He winks, just to let me know that his joking. I really appreciate that little thing that he does, because sometimes I don't know when his joking, and when his not—considering his past, especially involving me.
I smile just to let him know that I understand that his joking and walk over to the chair I was sitting before his pleasant interruption. He takes his usual place when he's visiting, which is laying on my bed with his hands behind his head.
Silence. Silence. Silence. The silence just continues on, well at least it seems that way but in reality it only lasts about a minute. It's always been like this between us, we don't feel the need to be talking all the time. We enjoy silence, and it's never awkward between us when we're just sitting together staring at things absentmindedly.
His the one that breaks the ice. "So, did anything exciting happen while I was away?"
I knew he'd ask this question, he always does when he goes away. I wasn't really expecting him to drop by today, so I'm not totally prepared to fill him in on the news that I've learnt but I know that I've got to do it, and I have got to do it today, when his here, and I have the chance.
"Actually, yes." I repsond. "I found out something the other day.. involving the both of us.. and I'm not sure if, ..if.. if you want to know. I mean you have to know but I'm not sure if you'll be excited about it or want me to do something we'll both regret-
"Granger!" he interrupts, and then rubs my arms up and down in a comforting way. "Calm down Granger, everything is okay. Whatever it is, you can tell me. We're friends now, remember? You can tell me. Infact if it's stressing you out this much, I encourage it so I can help you. Please."
I look in his eyes and see that he is generally worried about me.
"Okay, just give me a minute to calm down and then I'll tell you." I reason.
After a few seconds, I can process my thoughts again. His still rubbing my arms to comfort me, and I'm so grateful.
"Malofy—I mean Draco.. I have something to tell you. You may not like it, or you may love it but I doubt it, but either way, it happend, and we can't change the past". I stare at him, waiting for him to give me the go ahead to continue.
He nods.
"You know when we had, you know, sex?" I ask, quietly, looking at me feet in embarrassment.
"Yes, Granger, I remember. What about it?" he asks.
"Even though we were careful, used condoms and everything one of your little swimmers must've got through.. and.. and.. and I'm.. pregnant." The words just stumble out of my mouth, one by one. I now take this time to stare at him, to look for any sign of a reaction, good or bad.
By the look on his face, there was no noticable reaction. He wasn't happy, he wasn't angry, he wasn't resentful, he wasn't upset, he just was. For about a minute, he just stood there, taking in the information I just provided him, and stared at me.
"Draco.. Draco.." I shake him gently, trying to bring him back to the present.
"Ah, what? Are you sure?" He asks.
"Yes, I'm sure. I took a pregnancy test a few days ago, and it was positive. I took another one earlier today, and that too was positive… I'm sorry?" I said unsurely.
"Don't apologize.. It was my fault as much as it was yours". he decides. "We used protection though! I don't understand how this happened, but it did, so I guess we'll just have to deal with it… Are you going to keep it?" He asks, reluctantly.
My anger flares. "Of course I'm going to keep it!"
"Calm down, I was only asking.. most girls your age wouldn't want to keep a baby. I apologize, I should've expected more from you…" he replies, calmly.
"It's okay. I just hate the idea of abortion, it's horrible in my opinion, don't you agree?" I ask, generally interested in his answer, for that could contribute to the kind of father he'll be.
"I do agree, to an extent. It depends on the circumstances."
I nod, having nothing else to say.
A couple of minutes pass by in silence, not so comfortable silence this time. "I wonder if he'll want to help with the baby personally, or just help me with payments, like they do in "muggle" world."
"So how do we go about this? Do you think we should get our own little apartment, it won't be so little but still..?" He asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
"What? You want to live with me? Like as a couple?"
"Aw Granger, how cute of you to just assume we'll automatically be a couple just because we made a baby together. I mean I wouldn't have any problems with it, but I think we should give it a lot of thought. We don't exactly get along enough to be a stable couple bringing up a baby, do we?"
"I think we get along fine, just look at the conversation we're having now, about OUR baby. You're right though, I don't want to be in a relationship with you, I only had sex with you so you'd stop bugging me with your adoring thoughts of me." I wink. "So you really want to do this? You want to live with me, be with for nine months throughout my mood swings, and be there during the delivery? Do you think you can handle it?" I ask skeptically, not sure if he's serious.
"Of course I can handle it. I'm a Malfoy." 'What just because you're one of the richest wizards in the world, and you have a "great" family name, you think you can handle being a father?'
Rolling my eyes, I take a deep breath and consider what his overing me. I mentally make a pros and cons list, whilst Draco waits patiently, knowing that I need to process this.
Pros:
I could have a family
Draco has the funds to offer me and our baby a safe house
He's smart
He's attractive
Cons:
I'd be having a child out of wedlock
I'm only 18
It's not all about looks!
So far there are more 'pros' than there are 'cons' but I mentally tuck my little list away, making sure to add to if I think of anything.
"So do you really think we can do this?" I ask.
"Yes."
"Okay.. me too, I guess. I have one condition, though."
"Sure, name anything?" He asks, in a serious tone.
"I don't want to have a child out of wedlock, so could we, you know, get married? Or at least engage?" I plead, in an almost pathetic way.
"How sweet Granger! You just asked me to marry you!" He gushed, the smile spreading across his face, in a mocking way, instead of a nice way.
"Wipe that smug look of your face, Malfoy. It's purely for the reputation of both us, and our baby."
"Okay Granger, you want me to marry you? Sure thing." He smirks.
"Do you know what that means, Malfoy? No more sex with lots of different women, and even though you're only eighteen, you do have a reputation for that, you sex animal—unless you can do it secretly. If anyone ever finds out, if you do when you need a release, I have the right to hex your balls off." I pause, just so it can sink in. "I will not be one of those women who stay with their unfaithful husbands, even though you're not technically being unfaithful to me. Do you think you can agree to that?" I finish.
"Yes, I think so. I may need to find other women ocassionally but I will not let it be known, who knows, maybe you might help me out every once and a while?" he winks, suggestively, and it makes me shiver.'Why do I want him inside of him again, so much?'
"In your dreams Malfoy." I remark, with a smirk.
"As you well know Granger, you're correct again."
After a moment of comfortable silence, he asks, "So you're serious then? You really wan to marry me, have my baby and move in with me?"
"It's not a matter if I want to or not. I think it's the best thing to do though, for our situation. I don't like the idea of raising a baby without it's father, unless you want Ron or Harry to be the father figure" I want him shiver at the though and continue teasing him. "I'm sure they're be happy too, they're my best friends—"
"No!" He interrupts.
I stifle a laugh and wait for him to continue.
"Okay Granger, if we're both serious, I'll make some arrangements. I'll buy us a little apartment somewhere, and don't worry I'll make sure it's to your liking as well as mine. Where do you want to live? Muggle London?" he asks, and I shrug. "Fine whatever you want, just do not expect me to interact with humans, they're beneath me, and you too but it's your choice. Wherever you feel comfortable, love."
"Thanks Draco." I smile, and he smiles in return.
"No problem. I'll go and make some plans, and I'll see you soon?" He asks.
I nod, and he leaves after we hug for a minute.
'Did Malfoy just agree to marry me. Hermione Granger, the famous MUDBLOOD—muggle born—, that he a PUREBLOOD is supposed to hate. What will my parents say? What will his parents say? Will Ron, Harry and Ginny be okay with it? Will I be able to see them?
The thoughts just keep streaming through my head, and I have no control over the smile that spreads across my face, which can only mean one thing, I want to marry Draco, and I want to have his baby.
