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I drift into my memories
When I first heard the news
I was going to be a daddy,
This for me was all brand new
Mommy▓s belly getting bigger,
Oh, how it outshined
The tender glow you gave her
As those long nine months went by
Enjoying every moment
I felt you kick so brave
Waking through the midnight hours
When mommy had a crave
I dreamt of holding you
And pictured how you looked
I even heard your baby cries
In such angelic tune
My joy kept growing fonder
More and more each day
I couldn▓t wait no longer
To see your precious face
Then I finally met you,
My angel, my sweet child
You were such perfection
And all I pictured in my mind
Now the years have gone,
But memories are still brand-new
Of those nine months I waited
So happily for you
(Sweet love of mine)
Draco sat with his friends. He smooths his hair back. "so should we head for the train soon?"
Pansy looks rushed, "Draco, no offense but we get the point your excited to see the baby. However I'd like to finish my breakfast."
Blaise smiles as he takes a drink of his coffee. "So does Weasley know?"
With that Draco turned, "Her friends don't know. The only people who do are us....got it!" He glares at them and gives an extra long glare at Pansy.
Pansy coughs on her eggs, "What?"
He stares again.
She narrows her eyes, "Fine! Secret is safe!" she goes back to her eggs.
Draco takes a deep breath, "This is going to be a colorful last year..."
Blaise takes a bite out of a muffin, "true that..."
(I wanna be forgotten and i don't wanna be reminded so please don't make this harder though I warned you....)
Hermione looks at her mother as she works out on the treadmill, "so let me get this straight...while I'm gone you and dad will be in Hawaii relaxing and taking a nanny with you?"
Her mother speads up, "yes, and you shouldn't worry. We did background checks and everything. This agency hires supernannies."
Hermione takes her anger out on her body as she goes super fast. Her mother stops her treadmill and looks in horror, then eases, "are you back to your old habits Hermione? If so I don't want you to go back to school..."
"Mum!" Hermione keeps going, "If I feel like I want to kill myself I won't exercise myself to death like I have been...Ill just jump off a cliff."
Sara Granger looks pissed, "That doesn't ease my mind, it makes me frightened. Doctor Peters...He says its your mind telling you..."
"Mom! He knows nothing. I just like to exercise...I like to be healthy." She slows down her treadmill and jogs.
Sara looks at her hands, then up at her beautiful daughter, "you lost almost sixty pounds after you had Liam...that isn't healthy."
Hermione gets aggrevated. however keeps jogging. Her legs begg her to stop but her mind keeps her body going.
"Darling, were begging you. I know this attack is brought on beacuse you have to leave for school and be away from the baby, but you'll end up killing yourself."
Hermione stops the treadmill and walks towards another machine and begins running uphill. Her mother follows.
Sara looks ready to give up, "You may have a child Hermione. however, you're still mine. Please, just listen to me for once. You may need to go to Hawaii with us and get some help."
Hermione turns to her mother out of breath, "I...am...fine."
Sara freaks as her daughter turns off the machine and drops to the ground. However instead of looking out of breath she laughs like a maniac.
She wants nothing more then to slap her daughter...She was slowly killing herself. Every day it seemed like Hermione got more and more skeletal. how could exercise be like an narcotic?
Nobody could classify what was wrong with her teenage daughter. No one. Before Liam she was bubbly and the perfect weight.
Now she was past 'too skinny' on her way to a place she couldn't be monitored and almost on the verge of care-free and depressed.
Hermione gets up, "I better get ready to leave"
Sara follows, "Why do you do this?"
Hermione turns to her mother, her slim and feminine black painted fingers touch her mother's face, she smiles. "I'm doing nothing...I'm going to go take a shower." Hermione gives a giggle and then takes a deep breath, "then I'm going to go get my son ready and go to school."
Sara puts her hand over her daughter's clamy one. Closes her eyes and puts on a fake smile, "fine"
Hermione walks away.
When Sara opens her eyes her daughter's frame disappears, she was afraid that would be a sick truth if something wasn't done.
Her daughter weighed a nim 90 pounds. The fact she could loose her daughter frightened her. The thought a baby could loose his mother sickened her.
She was silent...
(Guess Ill die another day...)
They waited and finally a young woman showed. However if they were looking for the young Hermione, they were open to a large suprise.
She was thin, wearing jeans and a trench coat. Her hair was no longer the curly heap it once had been. Her long maine was straightened and in layers. It still held a few weak curls.
Her thin frame had heels holding her up. Hovever a happy bouncy baby giggles as he plays with her long hair. She actually brought light into it.
"Alright little monster, stop playing with my hair..." she giggles and looks at the lot. They all look suprised to see her...
Narcissa and Lucius look at each other. They had agreed to meet her at a restruant only a mile away from the station, however they weren't expecting the girl to be...beautfiul. Their stereotypes of mudbloods had changed. However, her frame could be improved a little. She was no longer the bubbly girl whom had given birth to theri grandchild. She was the women who gave birth to the Malfoy heir.
Blaise stares at her chest. Her breasts were real, and he wasn't so sure he had seen them that large without surgical or magical help. It was a benefit of breastfeeding. They never went down after that. I mean at least for Hermione's sake all those months of pain didn't go unrewarded.
Pansy couldn't believe this was the girl she had tormented all those years, she looked so grown up and mature. Like someone she would actually hang out with.
Then there was Draco, if he wasn't attracted to her before, he sure in hell was now. He was the first to stand, "Hermione." He kisses her cheek and instead of focusing his attention on her like he wanted too, he goes to his son. He takes the load out of her hands and smiles, "Hey mate."
The baby looks around and has his fingers in his mouth. Half sleepy for it being early in the morning. He has a black baby hoodie on and is kept warm with his baby converse. Narcissa grabs Hermione's hand almost to see if this really was Granger...the girl...Hermione. It was. "Dear, you look lovely."
Hermione smiles, "Thank you." she looks a bit uncomfortable. She manages a warm beautiful smile. The one that haunted her son's thoughts.
However Lucius was worried, the girl looked skeletal. He should know. Before the war, prisoners locked in the dungeons got down to her size. He saw past her smile. She looked deathly.
He had no evidence. So he just passed her an equaly fake smile and kisses her hand, "My dear you hae done a wonderful job with Liam."
She didn't know if he meant that her and Draco created a cute baby and she pushed or if he meant she hadn't killed him. you know beacuse she is a young-mother. "Thank you."
The baby starts to whimper when Pansy takes him. She smiles, hoping the baby would warm too her, but he looked at his mother and reaches out his hands. Pasny looked defeated and hurt.
Hermione grabs him and wipes his eyes with the soft cotton sleeve of her shirt. "It's okay, I know you are sleepy." The tired baby gives a yawn and leans his head in the crook of her neck, taking in his mother's sweet smell and the softness of her hair. His eyes close.
Narcissa looks captivated with him...and even her. The picture should be painted and framed in the manor...just the way they are now.
Blaise is the first one to bring the breakfast conversation away from Liam, beacuse he wasn't afraid to ask innappropriate questions. "So Hermione, You and D pick any Godparents?"
Hermione looks for the first time at Draco, and realizes he was starring back at her. She turns back shyly, "No, I mean I havn't even told my friends yet..."
Pansy is suddenly interested, She scoots the chair closer into the table, "You mean you are going to have Ginerva Weasley be Liam's Godmother"
She said it as if she was jealous, wanting the position and...interested.
Hermione shrugs, "Maybe, I don't know..."
Narcissa stops moving her finger casting a wandless spell to mix her coffee and stares, "Well it is your duty to pick the Godmothter, Like Draco's position is to pick the Godfather..."
Blaise suddenly sits up in his chair with a smug smile set. He was sure he would be it.
Draco corrects them, "It's our decision mother, We will choose."
Lucius relaxes a bit, knowing Draco would never have a Weasley be a God-parent. Hermione would be the perfect candidate for his son if she would stop associating with them.
In many ways, he wanted to see them together. He however kept himself silent in hopes of not being like his wife.
Narcissa was so crazy about getting Draco and Hermione together he is certain she is planning there wedding and picking out more names for another child.
They both had changed there mind about Hermione the moment Severus told them she was expecting their grandson.
Hermione smiles at Draco, she was happy. She wasn't expecting him to be on her side. He was. "Thank you, Draco."
He smiles back, then turns towards his parents, "I think we should head for the station." He turns towards Hermione, "Where are your parents"
She smiles, "They are coming....trust me." she then looks a bit sad and says looking down to her chest where the baby is dreaming peacefuly. "I guess this is the time I say my good-byes."
She puts her hand on the baby's soft head and kisses it. Then looks on the verge of tears. However she smiles and wipes her eyes quickly. "I think I'm going to leave him asleep. It's better that way"
It was going to be the hardest thing. Saying good-bye to him. She was attached like the earth was to gravity.
Her world used to be all about Magic. Now it was all about the sleeping baby she had brought into the world, nursed and loved.
It was him in the morning she wanted to see, His giggles were her own type of heroin, his heartbeat was like vibes in the air. His smell was almost too hard to say no to.
Narcissa sees the pain in her expression. The deep hurt in the young teen's eyes. How they had a glossy fight with burning sensations. How her Grandson's soft touch was keeping Hermione in control. How The simple movement he made, his breathing was all in line with his mother's own heartbeat. How he would wince as he slept when his mother would pause or make a movement. Narcissa was almost in tears, but bit it back. This wasn't forever good-bye after all. It was just sad to see a mother pick magic or baby. Hermione was choosing both.
Right at that moment Narcissa was going to scream across the table that Hermione should stay with the baby, marry her son and not worry about school.
She should go baby shopping with her and stay with them while Draco went to school. She shouldn't be away from her son.
It wasn't fair...for Hermione for Liam...For her to even see.
However right when she is about to say something. They are interupted.
"Darling, It's about time you go catch the train." said Sara whispering coming behind the table. She had a smile set, however had an expression of worry. She lifts Liam to her own shoulder.
Hermione's father Linkin looks at his daughter and his Grandson then at the others, "Hello"
Draco looks a bit frightened at the site of Hermione's father, yet coolness when he remembered he possesed a wand and he really couldn't cause any harm.
Lucius shakes their hands and Narcissa finds that she soon likes Sara.
However when it's time to go...it's time to go.
(In the end it starts with one...)
On the way to the train, Hermione looks solemn and she didn't talk much. Draco grabs her hand unexpectedly and moves his fingers over her bony ones. They smooth over her large rings which were odd. Must of been some muggle trend. He gives it a squeeze. Then asks her, "Are you going to be alright?"
She takes a deep breath as she looks at the train. They were quite early. She turns to him, "You asked me the same thing when you found out I was pregnant..."
He looks at her, "What do you want me to say?"
She looks at him, tears forming in her eyes, "Nothing...just nothing." she turns and folds her arms. People started to show. Slowly but surley...more and more.
He goes a few minutes later to grab her hand and ask her to sit with him. However, then the worst thing happened.
Potter and the Weasles showed. He stood in the shadows with his freinds while first years were bording first...then second years....he had time before the seventh years were to board.
He watched with a protective eye.
When they saw her, they were a bit shocked. A little more then his friends and parents were.
Ginny stood blinking, the women in front of her had been her best friend and it seemed like they knew everything about each other, they had written letters like crazy, however this scared her. "Hermione?"
Hermione hugs her. Then Haarry. Then Ron. Harry cleaned his glasses and said in the supportive way he always was, "You....you look different." He gives a warm smile, "How was your summer?"
Hermione goes to reply, but Ron says, "More like what happened over summer. Hermione you...you..."
She shrugs and says with a smile as Mrs. Weasley comes. "Mrs. Weasley!"
The older redhead stares in shock. The young awkward girl she used to see running around the yard and playing with Crookshanks was older, mature and beautiful. "Dear...how have you been?" she says with a warm smile. Her husband follows and notices as well. He has to clean his glasses just like Harry. Hermione giggles, "Amazing, I've actually had an...interesting summer."
Mrs. Weasley notices how her son is staring at his friend. His eyes look like a cat out for the prey. He looks almost charmed. She also noticed a glimmer in Hermione's eyes like a mother's glow. She blew it off as nothing.
However....Draco noticed this too.
Blaise feels the heat coming off his freind and gives a worried glance to Pansy.
Grabbe and Goyle weren't there at breakfast, but they had put the peices together. The fact they were part of the inner circle that knew about Liam also helped there accusations.
Draco waited for the older Weasleys to leave. Then walks up to the group and grabs Hermione by the arm, "Ahhh Hermione you agreed to sit with me."
This was a strange occurence for the others.
Harry looked deadly then confused.
Ron went from charmed to sour.
Ginny didn't understand.
Hermione looks at Draco, "right...Ill find you." S Draco gives a smile to her and a smirk to the others. however he makes it a absolute evil glare when he looks in Ron's direction. Then walks off.
They look to Hermione for an explanaion.
She says with a deep breath, "Were on speaking terms this year beacuse..." she tries to find an excuse, "Snape put us on another project...if he doesn't pass, then we don't graduate."
They look a bit suspicous but then again, Hermione had never lied to them before. "Well, good luck with that one." Ron said giving a nasty face as if to explain Malfoy. Hermione takes a deep breath, it hurt her to lie. "yeah..."
Ginny adds, "Just hope something comes up like last year. when you had the project last year something came up and you had to leave the last few months of school. Wasn't it an family emergency?"
Hermione puts on a nervous quirky smile, "Yeah...no beacuse then I would miss graduation"
She is convincing as she pretends to be the same Mione, "He may be a pain, but I'd rather graduate...you know."
Another lie.
The truth is, she didn't know what she wanted anymore.
Her perspective was changing. All she wanted right now was her son...not books, not school...not any spell. fuck the diploma, she wanted her son.
Just Liam.
(disturbia...)
Hermione sits on the train, just listening to the conversation. She looks out of the window. Water sparkles...trees gleam.
Her feelings are screwed.
She looks down to her school uniform she had slipped on to get awat from the slytherins earlier. Then to her wrist where a blue stone charm is placed on her charm-bracelet.
She got it the day she left for 'the family emergency' the week before Liam came into her life. The week she got to walk around with a pregnant belly without some spell hiding it. The day she found Liam's name in an old book.
She missed him.
For right now she'd have to look at his father....it seemed like she was going to spend alot of time with him.
Draco turns to look at her, she was almost a peice of art. The light shines off her in a way that makes her look like an angel.
His angel.
He scoots to her side and is so close to her neck, he can smeel her sweet smell.
The same sugary smell he would smell late at night. The one that drove him crazy and made him want her. The one he smelt when he made love to her. The one his son fell asleep to.
He wants to explore her body again. To move his hands over her skin and to taste her.
His senses still remember her body, how every touch made him feel like fireworks were going off. How her kiss brought him to his knees, the taste of it was a sickening addiction like sex. However that sex in her kiss was the most innocent and sweet. How she looked with nothing on and how she looked like in his robes...
Then as he is about to move his hand over her thigh exposed underneath her skirt like that night, more haunting images find him.
The screams she made when she was in labor fill his ears. How she was crying.
The image of her face when she had to tell him that his Godfather's lies were truth.
How the only time Hermione had flown to his arms was when Snape had mentioned abortion. how she cried in his arms in front of his parents....hoping he wouldn't say the same.
How her brown eyes looked up at his searching for truth. He didn't want it....he wanted this baby. Right?
Right.
His hand goes back from about to touch her leg. He lets the images float away and then whispers, "Mi"
Hermione's eyes open, and she turns towards him. "yes, Draco"
He wants to say that he loves her, he wants her to lay back in his embrace. He wants to kiss her.
"I think were almost at school." he says changing his mind.
She nods, "Yeah, I know"
He takes a deep breath, "Are you angry with me?"
She turns once again, and says with honesty, "No, I'm just...I feel like running"
He whispers, "From what"
She keeps this conversation inbetween them as other slytherins laugh. She whispers, "I don't know Draco...I just want to run"
His fingers rub her arm and his finger trace the word 'love' on her arm.
They whisper back and forth.
"I didn't know Gryffindors ran?" he smirks.
She lets out a small smile, then turns back to the window. "Either did I?"
He gets close to her ear, "I missed you and Liam"
Her eyes open. She pats his hand, "You are sweet, but..." she stops herself.
He moves closer, at this point he wanted to tell her... this was his time. These small conversations were scarce. He wanted it to last forever.
"Hermione I lo-"
The train starts to stop.
Hermione sits up, and says to him, "You don't mind me sharing a carriage with Ron and Harry do you. Ill see you at school." she smiles, "I'm sorry, what where you going to say"
Draco watches her lift her arms up to get her belongings and watches her shirt rise, suddenly he sees her skeletal frame peeking.
He can only think of what mess she had gotten into. Was she eating? Was she sick? Was it normal?
He almost stutters. He cared. "Hermione I..."
Hermione grabs her belongings. "Yes Draco"
"Ill see you at school"
She hugs him, her bony frame gives him a bone crushing hug. He is now very worried.
She nods, "Yeah, school"
Then her frame disappears. Like her mother, he had a ghostly face. He loves that women and at this point, he knew something was up.
She was fooling everyone around him with this mask of a happy person.
She couldn't fool him.
Author's note: BOOO YAAAA! Thanks for the reviews, i promise from now on they will be answered. please R&R and tell me what you think! Love you all -Ebbs.