TITLE: THEN CAME A BABY BOY…
A/N: I know this concept has been done, but I love the idea and want to do my take on it.
I have written nearly all of this fic, in pieces for months, and am now compiling it together to make it a story.
This is probably the easiest to write fic I have ever had. Just finding the time to type it up will be the issue
Dramione, but will take some time because it would be terribly OOC to start this fic any other way. Hope it isn't OOC anyway.
The baby is named after my kitten. But won't mention the name until chapter 3.
I will make a banner for this fic as soon as I get the chance.
Enjoy
Slytherin_Abby
CHAPTER ONE
Draco once again removed the rather persistent hand of Pansy Parkinson as it found its way to his thigh. Even at dinner he didn't get a reprieve from the harpy.
"Pansy, I swear to Voldemort himself, if you don't back the hell off, you'll regret it." Draco snapped rudely. Not caring though, sick of the girl not getting the hint.
"Oh, Drakie, why are you so cranky?" The brunette asked, and again he was astounded at the fact that she was not even slightly scarred by his cruel attitude toward her.
"Cranky? It's called not interested. Perhaps you should ask someone what that is." He snipped as he got up from the table rather dramatically and left the hall.
Just as he made it out the door, he slammed into what he could only identify as a tonne of books.
"Dammnit, what the hell…?" He swore as he was acquainted with the stone floor, as he and the other person hit the deck.
"Walk much?" The other person finally asked, as she started gathering her books.
"Maybe if you weren't carrying the entire library in front of you, you could use your eyes to see, Mudblood."
"You ran into me, beast." She snapped back. She balanced her books as she moved her ever unruly hair from in front of her face.
"That's rich, coming from someone of your social and economical standing." Malfoy added cruelly.
"Ooh, an attack on my family. That's so new coming from you, Malfoy." She said the smile on her face a little disconcerting. He was hoping for tears. "Speaking of things one shouldn't draw attention to."
"Is that a crack at my family?" He asked, his wand already at the ready.
"Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy. Don't let your wand get you into trouble Daddy can't bail you out of." She sneered, as she started walking away, disinterested.
"How dare you walk away from me, Mudblood."
"What?" She said turning back to face him. "Do it, already." Hermione calmly put her books on the ground then raised her arms in the air.
"What are you doing?" He was confused. She was usually all physical with her approach.
"Oh, you want a fair fight?" She asked, taking her wand out and placing it on the ground next to her books. "There."
"You actually want me to hex you?" Draco asked.
"You couldn't even on your best day." She laughed as she retrieved her things. "Perhaps you should go tell Lucius, that meany, Mudblood Granger gave you the chance to live up to your birth-rite and you didn't take it. Now I know why the big man didn't want to put his mark on the arm of a coward."
He was stunned. All kinds of dark courses were running through his head, as his wand remained in the air in front of him. "I am not a coward, but I just don't want to have to deal with the aftermath of killing you."
"Ooh, scary." She teased. "Why don't you find a first year to terrorize that still thinks you're intimidating?"
"You'll pay for that you filthy little Mudblood." He sneered. At that moment, Professor McGonagall had emerged from the Great Hall followed by several Gryffindors, Harry and Ron included. Neither Draco nor Hermione knew they were no longer alone. Minerva McGonagall was shocked by the Slytherin's outburst toward the girl. The seventeen year old was renowned for his nasty attitude, but the word Mudblood was no longer tolerated at Hogwarts. Before she had a second to react, the object of his insult, Hermione Granger, had punched him in the nose.
"Get him, 'Mione." Ronald Weasley shouted, and then coughed, acting like it wasn't him that called out.
"Both of you to the Headmaster's office, now!" Minerva yelled and the two students were clearly petrified.
~**~
"I can't believe you baited me into that." Hermione muttered. "I am in so much trouble."
"Good. About time goody two shoes Granger gets in trouble for hitting me. You're lucky McGonagall came when she did."
"You've already proven that you don't have the guts to harm me, so stop talking, Malfoy."
"Both of you stop talking. You're both in trouble, and I do not want to hear another word from either of you until you are explaining your behaviour to the Headmaster." McGonagall said as she continued to lead them to Professor Dumbledore's office.
~**~
"That was bloody brilliant. I think she's getting better with each time she pops Malfoy." Ron joked.
"It's not funny, Ron. Hermione's worried and she's definitely in trouble now." Ginny added.
"Worth it to punch that git. Again. She's so lucky."
"Lucky?" Harry asked, understanding that his best-friend would give anything to be able to punch the blonde, but knew Hermione regretted it as soon as it happened.
~**~
"We were going to ask for two volunteer's from sixth year but now I think you would both suffice for this project." Dumbledore started, after their initial reprimand.
"Project?" They both asked at the same time, before glaring at eachother.
"The Minister of magic has started an initiative, thanks to some very persuasive parents. All schools must deal with the issue of teenage parenthood, as of next year. At all schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry, children must be created and cared for by the 'parents', paired up students, as they deal with all their normal classes and lives. That way it shows how hard it is and make sure other students are more careful in their choices. We are starting a trial period this year, that way we can discover and eliminate any problems before it starts next year."
"And I'm here because..? Malfoy asked, quite obviously bored with the explanation.
"Thanks to the little display you both put on today, we have decided that the both of you can be the students in our project." Dumbledore added with a smile.
"No. No way." Draco said immediately.
"In all fairness, you have a choice to say no. Either you participate in this and get along enough to report back to us on your results. Or we can call your parents now about today's situation, and you…"
"Wait. I'm sure we can work something out." Hermione said, and Draco remained silent.
"Of course you will still attend a detention, where the whole project will be explained. And the project will count for twenty percent of your final grade."
"What?" Draco and Hermione barked.
"So, I suggest you take to it quickly since we know neither of you is willing to lose precious grades."
~**~
"Hey guys." Hermione said as she returned from the Headmaster's office. They were to remain discreet until their punishment came into effect, after their detention that night.
"So, what happened? Saw McGonagall drag you and Malfoy to Dumbledore." Ron said and she was about to reprimand him for failing to address them by their proper titles, when she spotted McGonagall motioning her forward.
"We got lectured about the fight. Gotta go." She tried, before Harry grabbed her.
"Is that all?"
"Not quite. Look, I'll explain later, Professor McGonagall is calling me for my detention." She gestured to where their head of house was waiting impatiently, Malfoy no doubt with Snape for the same treatment.
"That was strange."