Hey all! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter :) I wrote a second chapter, but I am not sure where to go from here. Any suggestions? Should I continue? PLEASE REVIEW AND PROVIDE FEEDBACK :)
*********NOTE I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTER OR STORY AND I GIVE FULL CREDIT TO J.K. ROWLING*********
Vivienne lay awake the next morning, staring up at the emerald canopy over the bed. The sun had barely begun to rise, and the room was still fairly dark and all was quite in the stone manner, aside from Draco snoring softly beside her. He lay flat on his back, with his arms stretching out around him, still fast asleep in a good night's rest. Vivienne hadn't been so lucky. She tossed and turned all night, thinking about what Draco had asked her. Never before had she felt such a strange mixture of intense emotions all at once. Excitement, fear, anxiety, hope, insecurity, and desire influenced every thought and image that entered her head. All night her brain wouldn't stop buzzing, and now as she lay awake pondering, she could only anticipate what would come next. Of course Draco would bring up the baby topic again, but she still didn't know what she would tell him.
Vivienne heard the bedroom door squeak open and the pitter pat of tiny feet entering the room. Bitty carefully placed a tray with tea and breakfast on an ottoman by the fireplace.
"Smells delicious. Sausage?" Vivienne asked in barely a whisper.
Bitty immediately yelped and spun around, evidently startled. "Mistress Vivienne! Bitty didn't know you were awake!"
Vivienne rolled over onto her side so she could see the tiny elf in her worn, flowery pillowcase. "I didn't mean to startle you, dear. It smells scrumptious."
"Bitty made sausage for Master Draco and eggs with extra cheese for Mistress Vivienne!" the house elf squeaked, seeking approval for her carefully prepared breakfast. "Is there anything else you would like Bitty to do while you go to Diagon Alley with Master Draco?"
"No, just the usual housework. Thank you, Bitty, I will see you when we get home." Vivienne smiled at the tiny creature, politely dismissing her from the room. The elf dipped low in a clumsy curtsy before skipping out of the room.
Vivienne sighed and rolled back over in bed to face Draco who was still sound asleep. She contemplated her husband and came to the conclusion that because of last night's revelations, he was indeed a complex man. When she had first met Draco, he had nothing, and kept his guard up against everyone. She immediately fell in love with him when he let his guard down around her, but he found it difficult adjusting to post-war wizarding society. All of his friends before the Dark Lord's fall were now outcasts or, even worse, in Azkaban or dead. He didn't exactly have a desire to suddenly become chummy with a lot of people who had once hated him as much as he hated them. He often found it hard to keep up with his wife's extensive social life and kept his involvement in her relationships to a minimum.
The sun had risen a little more and the fresh beams of sunlight poured into the room and spilled onto the bed. The cream sheets barely covered Draco's lower half, and his muscular chest was exposed. Vivienne had to bite her lip as her eyes traced over his lower abs and marveled at how his ivory skin contrasted with the jet black sheets. Carefully, she reached over and lightly caressed his happy trail with the tips of her fingers.
Draco moaned softly and drowsily opened his eyes. When his sight became clear and his eyes fell upon his wife, he smiled and brushed the hair out of his face. "Good morning, love."
"How did you sleep?" she asked affectionately.
"Surprisingly marvelous," he replied, sitting up quickly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her swiftly on the lips, leaving Vivienne with a look of modest surprise on her face. "Mmmm smells like sausage!" And with that he scooted off the bed, walked over to the breakfast tray and began to eat without speaking another word.
It was unlike Draco to be so unusually cheerful in the morning, and it immediately raised Vivienne's suspicions. However, she brushed it off and got dressed for the day as usual. As long as he didn't bring up that damn baby talk, she was perfectly content.
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By the time Draco and Vivienne finally arrived outside of the shoe boutique, Twinkle Toes, Vivienne was close to her limit with her husband. The good mood he exuded that morning had vanished as soon as they arrive in the Leaky Caldron via Floo Powder. Not only had he snapped at the bar keeper, but he couldn't keep his snobby comments to himself when the couple bumped into a group of goblins. Every time they ran into someone she knew, he scowled and kept his mouth zipped while she chatted happily and caught up with old friends. She had tried her hardest to keep a positive attitude, but she was reaching her limit and all she could focus on was slipping her feet into the most expensive pair of shoes she could find.
Stopping outside of the shop, Vivienne turned around so quickly to face Draco that he nearly ran into her.
"Draco, darling, love of my life, I need my shoe therapy," she said in almost one breath. "Why don't you go see what is new in Borgin & Burkes and meet me back here in two hours, hmmm?"
"You know they don't have anything good in there since—"
But one long, hard look from his wife shut him up and he reluctantly turned around and walked back up the street. Vivienne smiled blissfully and walked into the shoe boutique triumphantly.
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Two wonderful hours, four pairs or shoes, two handbags and countless galleons later, Vivienne was satisfied and happy. She stepped outside of the boutique, shopping bags in hand, and looked around for Draco. After a moment of two, his white blond head poked through the crowed and he worked his way over to her, a smirk upon his face. Good, she thought, at least he is in a better mood!
"I see you treated yourself," he smiled, kissing her on the forehead. "I picked up a few things myself! I thought they got cleaned out of the good stuff after the war, but I was wrong!"
"I got some sexy new shoes that I can model for you later…" Vivienne dropped her voice low and got up on her tip toes to whisper in Draco's ear. "Maybe I'll wear the shoes and just the shoes…"
"Well then we better get out of here as quickly as possible," Draco replied excitedly, and gave her a peck on the lips before turning to head down the street.
They only made it a few yards down the street before Vivienne heard something behind her. After a moment or two, she realized someone was calling her name.
"Yoo-hoo! Viv! Hey Viv! Turn around!"
Even though the street was crowded, Vivienne managed to turn around just in time to see a waving hand attached to a head a bushy brown hair poking out of the crowd. Next to her was a tall, lanky fellow with bright red hair. Vivienne could feel Draco immediately tense as Hermione and Ron waved in their direction.
"Do we have to talk to them? Can't we just leave before they see us?" Draco pleaded, his obvious discomfort showing on his face.
Vivienne smiled and waved back. "Melin's beard, Draco! They've already seen us, and I happen to be friends with them, even if you never were. So yes, we have to say hi."
The crowd between them began to thin and Hermione and Ron made their way over to where they stood. Draco was still stiff as a board beside her, so Vivienne slipped her hand into his and squeezed it for support. The last few people stepped out of the way, and Draco and Vivienne could see the couple in full view. The color drained from Vivienne's face, and Draco made an audible gasp of disgust.
Ron walked up, smiling in Vivienne's direction, holding the hand of a very pregnant Hermione.
Oh shit… was all Vivienne's brain could manage.