A/N----I apologize a million times for leaving this story I really do! I will get a banner shortly I promise as I plan on continuing this story from now on. Goal, over a thousand words in the rest of the chapters, I get sick of reading all these stories where there are only about two paragraphs per chapter, it's boring.
FYI- This will be put in Hermione's POV. Hopefully I will get the patience to go back and forth but mostly it will be in Draco's POV because of obvious reasons.
Disclaimer- Is the same as last chapter. I don't own anyone you recognize.
I hold onto Avery tightly as I apperate just outside the walls of the Malfoy Manor. The place gave me chills as I remember it from so many years before. I walk towards the gate and slip between the wide spread bars. The rain hitting me from all directions, I didn't care as long as it didn't touch her.
My choice to leave her with Malfoy was a long hard one to make. Hell, everything to do with her has been hard. I can't believe I have kept her alive this long without Him finding out. But they were my choices and it's been three months since her arrival and twelve months since I last saw Him. I know that if I had told Him I most likely would not be making my way up this gravel path to bid farewell to the only thing that I have ever loved unconditionally. But I can't ruin his life now, now that he is planning his life with Ginny and supposedly I am off "seeing the world".
I have toyed with the idea of just going up to the Burrow and telling him straight to his face that this is his daughter and he needs to deal with it but I can't hurt all of my best friends like that, no. The consequences of one drunken night cannot meander its way between my two best friends and their wedding plans. The only person who has any idea of Avery Lily Granger is Luna. As wacky as it sounds she actually delivered her. She is or at the time studying to be a Medi-Witch and delivered her in my flat. Don't judge me. I needed someplace where no eyes would see me and word would not get back to Harry.
After the end of the war it seemed as if all eyes were on us all the time, like we were celebrities of some sort. There were books, radio programs, songs, interviews, magazine covers, fan mail, etc. And parties, oh wow, the parties. I had never really been one to participate fully in parties back in the Gryffindor common room. A Gryffindor beats Slytherin/Hufflepuff/ Ravenclaw victory shindig was something I tended to avoid. But these were adult parties with very adult themes, Alcohol, drugs, sex. Things I only read about in my muggle romance novels. And now I lived it. At first I avoided it, then I stayed a little later and a little later till I wasn't home until five or six o'clock in the morning. The alcohol would taint my thoughts and I started to see everything differently. My friends, my very best friends, who I had always been aware that they were men suddenly, were attractive to me. We were flirting and touching intimately and kissing. It was wrong, it didn't feel wrong. But I had known these boys since I was a kid. Therefore it was wrong. But it felt right at the time.
That's when the unthinkable happened. In Novemeber, Ron was not able to be at one of the parties so Harry and I went together. I don't know whose idea it was to allow me to get so intoxicated but I did and we both ended up in a bathroom snogging like our lives depended upon it. Now, I had kissed Harry before in many ways, friendly, family, and romantically, but this had never happened before this, this was lust. I had never felt pure want before like that nor will I ever again. I was slammed up against the walls with unbelievable force but it didn't hurt. I had whatever I was wearing ripped to shreds off of me and I did the same to him. It was a race to see who could get who naked the fastest and I lost.
Eventually the bathroom just wasn't doing it for us anymore. I was propped up on the counter and he leaned in towards my ear and whispered if I wanted to leave. With no breath left in my lungs I nodded. He picked me up easily and spun around. We landed in my flat next to my bed. I don't need to tell you what happens next as the outcome is laying fast asleep in my arms.
I'm not saying what I did was right, but after that we couldn't look each other in the eye. But I know that that every once in a while I would catch him looking at me in a way I can't explain. We would only talk if we absolutely had to and we skipped every party after that. Three weeks after that I discovered I was pregnant this was in December. I told them all that I needed my space and was going to visit several foreign countries as to help my studies. I bid them farewell a week later on the first of January. In truth I didn't stray too far and had discussed my predicament with Luna Lovegood and she agreed to help. I visited France for the month of January, Greece February, Italy In March, Germany in April, Romania in May, and Bulgaria in June, as long as I could travel. But I returned home late in my seventh month and didn't leave my flat. In my eighth month (July) I received an owl from Ginny announcing her engagement to Harry, asking if I could be her maid of honor on Valentine's Day that coming year. I sent her an owl back agreeing and telling her the weather was brilliant in Mexico.
For some reason it hurt to know that they were going to be married. I wanted them to be happy but I felt a jealous pang in my chest. I gave birth to a 7 lb. 2 oz. baby girl on August 2. I named her Avery Lily.
I finally realize I have reached the porch of the giant house and start to wonder if this is the right thing to do. I can't leave her with the Weasleys, they would know that I had lied to them, and I can't bare that. I have no other choice then to leave her with the only other person I know that would be able to give her the world. I know that he has a heart and will do the right thing I have invested to much faith in him by now.
I take one really good look at her. She is so beautiful. She has his emerald green eyes and will no doubt need glasses. The tuft of jet black hair on the very top of her head sticks out in every direction gracefully. She has gotten bigger but only to a sturdy 10 lbs. 14 oz. There is only one light on in the house but with the storm I doubt he will notice anyone lingering on his front porch. I have to leave I will change my mind if I don't.
I sit her down softly on the wood and tuck the folded note under her. I take a deep breath and bang hard on the door just as a crack of thunder strikes. I don't know if he heard it but I didn't take any chances and turn to make a run for it. I run fast and hard only pausing to turn and see a figure looking out over the lawn. I know he didn't see me but I keep running my tears mixing with the rain.