As he left the room, Draco could only think of how he ended up in the situation. With her. And the soon-to-be born baby. He never wanted any of this. It wasn't as if he didn't want a child. He did. But he never thought that he'd be having one with her. At that very moment he was silently cursing that night. The fateful night which led to their present situation.
6 Months ago.
It was the night no one, even in their wild imagination, thought could ever happen. Ronald Bilius Weasley and Pansy Mae Parkinson were hosting their engagement party at the Burrow. Yes, the Burrow. The whole place was decorated with flowers and fairy lights. They were going to get married after 2 months, it was decided.
'Who would have thought Pansy will end up becoming a Weasel', Draco thought to himself. He had a bored expression on his face. He was bored, to be honest. He couldn't even escape the party, Pansy would have his balls served to the dogs, she had promised.
Pansy and Ron were never supposed to happen. Ron and Hermione were happy with each other. But after several arguments, hexes and tears, they both realized that they were better off as friends. It just so happened that a month later, Ron bumped into Pansy in Rome, where he was on Auror duty. It was an awkward encounter. Before anything could happen, Pansy apologized to him and left. He was left dumbfounded. Pansy Parkinson, pureblood Slytherin, had just apologized! He ran up to her and stopped her. He asked her why she apologized and all she said was, "Wars can do wonders, Weasley. Even change people like me." And then she left.
A few days later they met again and Ron, who after their last encounter had been thinking about what she said, asked her out for dinner and from that day onwards there was no turning back. They were madly in love. So much so that even Hermione was happy to see Ron in love. The Weasleys were a bit apprehensive at first but they, eventually, welcomed her. The Parkinson's on the other hand were furious. Disappointed. They didn't speak to her for months but after sometime realized that their daughter was really happy.
So now, here they were. The Weasleys and the Parkinsons, celebrating their children's love. Everyone they knew were here. Harry, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Andromeda, Teddy, Hagrid, McGonagall, Milicent Bulstrode, Blaise Zabini, Notts, Greengrass' and even the Malfoys. Most of the Holyhead Harpies team was also here, courtesy Ginny. Many people from the ministry. It was safe to say that the Burrow had never seen so many people. They engagement was announced and music was played. Dinner served. Everything went well.
So as the Dinner came to an end, Ron and Pansy called all their friends and told them that the party for them wasn't over. They had planned a surprise party for their friends. They gave them the address and told them to apparate to the same. As they did, they were in a small village in Ireland and welcomed with the sight of alcohol. Lots and lots of it. Neville and Hermione really weren't up for it and tried escaping, but Ron wasn't taking no for an answer. They had to sit down.
They played Never Have I Ever, Truth and Dare, Spin the Bottle, Twister and what not. Everyone was sloshed. Ginny and Harry could hardly walk. George was crawling and the rest just didn't move. Far away from this madness, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were roaming and giggling on the streets and found themselves in an Irish fest. They danced, drank more and danced and drank even more and then kissed. Things escalated so quickly that neither realized where they were or if people were there around them. Both were lost in their own world.
It was only in the morning, when Draco got up to go to the bathroom, he realized he wasn't where Ron and Pansy took him. He was in a room he had never seen. His head was hurting. As he moved to get out of the bed he heard a noise, rather a moan, or a groan? He turned around and looked at the woman next to him. His already pale face became paler. 'No. No No No No No…This can't be happening.' He thought to himself. "NO!" He all but shouted. That woke her up.
As she got up and looked at him, she screamed and tried to cover herself up. Hermione Granger was panicking and hyperventilating. He looked at her and realized she was panicked, overanalyzing and probably going to scream more. He had to take the matter in his hand. "Granger, stop thinking so much. It was just sex. Luckily we didn't end up getting married. So calm down. It's fine. Please, you're giving me a headache."
On hearing the words 'not married', Hermione breathed. "Not married. Thank god. Thank you, thank you, thank you, God!"
They left the motel and walked back to the place, after getting lost twice or thrice. Luckily they found everyone asleep so there was no need to explain anyone as to why the two were missing.
Two months later, Pansy and Ron got married at the Burrow. The ceremony was beautiful. Ron never looked so happy and Pansy couldn't stop smiling. Draco was glad that she was happy even though she was now a Weasley. At the reception, he noticed that Hermione was avoiding him like plague. Not that he wanted to be around her. He hadn't seen her since their escapade. Every time he caught her looking at him, she'd turn away and walk to the other side of the room. He left that thought there and started talking to Blaise and Daphne.
As Ron and Pansy made way for their first dance, Draco started walking towards the bar. "Oh Ginny, just how am I supposed to tell him? I don't even have the guts to face him. I can't believe this is happening. I really, really want to die right now." That made him stop. He knew it was her. He waited for Ginny to say something. "Hermione, listen to me. You have to do it. You know it's the right thing to do. And how bad can it be, really? I don't think he's all that evil. And c'mon, you said it yourself, it was the best shag you've ever had." Ginny continued, "Look, you can do it. Just tell him. If he says or tries something, all of us will be here for you. And trust me Harry and Ron and I will have his arse. So stop crying."
He couldn't believe it, Hermione Granger was crying. He deciphered from the talk that she wanted to speak to him, unless of course she had slept with someone else over the last two months. He headed towards the bar. After getting his drink, as he made his way towards the garden Hermione approached him. "Malfoy." She gulped. He looked at her. She seemed pretty nervous. He kept quiet. "Malfoy, I-I want to talk to you. Umm..I..ah..I..-" She was fumbling with her words. "Out with it, Granger." He just said.
She looked at him. Shut her eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant. And it's yours."
Draco was expecting her to fall on her knees and beg him for another shag. This, though, he was definitely not expecting. His throat went dry, his eyes wide open. "What?" was all he managed to say in a weak voice. "Are you sure? I mean, sometimes it happens that-" An angry Hermione cut him in between, "Are you trying to say I'm delusional? Or that I slept with someone else and now I'm claiming the baby to be yours? Huh? Is that what you're trying to say? It's yours, Malfoy. I just thought I'd let you know because you should and it's the right thing to do." And with that she left.
A month and a half later, they both got married, merely out of an obligation. But mostly for the baby. The Grangers were happy. His parents, though, were furious. But Narcissa Malfoy was elated about having a grandchild. Lucius was just disappointed that baby would be a half-blood. But now, neither could do anything. Hermione and Draco had got married and that was it.