Chapter 4
Draco was nervous about his dinner with Hermione. He wasn't sure why, but he felt his heart flutter when ever he thought about it. To try and calm his nerves he had a few gulps of fire whisky. Fixing his hair and dressing down, so he didn't look like he thought it was a date or something, Draco made his way into Hermione's half of the house. Oddly enough, when he finally found her blue dinning room he had to look around. "This room is nice," He said out loud without thinking.
"Is it one of your favorites?" Hermione asked as she entered the room, wearing a flattering pink dress. Draco had to swallow hard to keep from drooling.
"Actually, I've never been in this room, it is why I was looking around." Draco smirked at her as she looked at him in disbelief. When she saw he was telling the true, she smiled widely.
"My gods, Draco if you've never been in this room this house is definitely too damn big." They both laughed lightly as she came closer to him. His heart raced wildly as she reached out to brush something off his chest. "This is a nice shirt, but it seems to have picked up some lint." She brushed a little more. "There, that was going to drive me up the wall," She said, looking up at him with a smile. He uneasily nodded back at her when he noticed a look cross over her face.
She could smell the fire whisky on his breath no doubt and probably wasn't pleased. "Here," He said, backing away and pulling out a chair for her. She thanked him, but she was still eyeing him some what. He walked to the other side of the table trying to debate what to do. Granger had already heard him asking for beer first thing in the morning and now she had smelled it on his breath. 'Gods, I better give it up now before she refuses to go through with this because she figures out I'm a drunk.'
"I'd like to thank you for coming to dinner," She said, making him look up from his seat. "My mother was asking me a lot of questions about you and when I couldn't answer most of them, she was like 'well what do you know about him?'" He could see she was trying to make him relax. Just then, Olivia popped in to hand them a menu.
The little elf bit her lip some before asking Draco if he wanted his usual dinner, now or later when he was alone. Draco felt Hermione's eyes on him, probably wondering what his usually dinner was. It made him very uneasy again. "Later is better, just bring me some corn beef with carrots and potato's…Red wine to drink." He had hesitated, unsure if he should drink alcohol or not. Hermione said she'd have the same before turning to Draco with a soft, but curious smile.
"Tell me about your self Draco, what do you do for fun? What is your favorite color? Do you like animals?" She looked so sexy as her pouty lips pressed together to ask him each question. He hadn't admitted to himself until then he found Hermione very attractive. He realized it must have been why she made his heart flutter or skip from just a look or little touch. He had only felt this way one other time and that woman was engaged too.
'They both hate my guts so stop it!' He yelled in his head, trying not to give into the feelings racing through him a mile a minute. "Not much to tell, I don't have time for fun…But I guess if I did, I'd fly. I like animals mostly. There are just some I don't care for…" He made eye contact with her honey brown eyes, setting his heart strings a flame with desire. "My favor color is brown…"
"Brown really? That is the first time I've ever heard brown as someone favorite color," Hermione said looking down and breaking the trance Draco was in. He blinked a few times before looking down himself. "I mean no one looks good in brown and nothing except maybe an animal looks good in brown…Why brown?"
"Um…Well brown is a very common color, it is in the woods, the ground, and people…I mean like hair and stuff." He had managed to do it again; he was all flustered and red in the face while he tried to come up with a reason for liking the color brown. "It's a very earthly color… Plus most people forget that brown can sometimes look like it's a shinny gold…Like in some chickens." Olivia showed up with their drinks and Draco didn't hesitate to take a swig of his wine. He was softly cursing himself for the chickens thing as he tried to pull it together. "What about you Hermione? What's your favorite color?" He looked up into her eyes once more setting his heart strings a-singing. Hermione had also had some wine as Olivia was moving around them. Neither one took much notice of the house elves odd behavior as they each had something else on their minds.
"Gray…" He nodded his head a bit as she looked deeper into his eyes. He felt this unspoken connection between them as she talked. "I don't mean like elephant gray, I mean this kind of sliver gray you'd see in a storm cloud." They both looked down at there food only picking at it as they talked, but didn't really say anything at all. Draco had to pinch himself at one point as his mind wandered to the idea of throwing her down on the table to make their baby the old fashion way.
Once they were both done picking at their dinner Hermione walked Draco to the door "Well good night." She said, moving off to head for her room. It looked like she was having trouble walking away form him.
"Ah, yeah good night." Draco said as he bit his lip turning to leave. He had a raging hard on that he had to cover with a spell during dinner. Now all he could think was how much he wanted to jack off before bed. Once in his living room, Draco found his fire whisky and drank it down. He heard something behind him making him jump and turn around. Hermione stood there with his jacket. He moved towards her breathing wildly as she did the same. Before they knew it they were rolling around the floor like wild animals. Neither one had a clue what had come over them or even why they couldn't seem to control themselves as they ripped each others clothes off to shag into the night.
It had been Friday night when they had started to shag; it was somewhere around Monday morning the two of them came to the senses. They hadn't really stopped much other than to eat, sleep and go the bathroom. Both had noticed that whenever the other one left the room they began to ache all over. They had realized around Sunday that something was wrong with them. Like they had eaten or maybe drank something that was making them act this way. But even with the realization staring them in the face they couldn't seem to stop themselves.
As they lay panting heavily next to one another, Draco could hear Hermione starting to cry. He knew she felt awful for cheating on her boyfriend, with him of all people. Suddenly, there was this pulse between then, that seemed to relax there lust and make them both sit up to look at one another. "What was that?" Hermione sniffed, Draco reached out hugging her to him.
"Maybe it's over," He said, trying to sooth her as best he could. "I feel…normal, relaxed even." Hermione looked up at him as she reached down to touch her belly. "Do…do you think?"
"I…I don't know," She breathed. Both of them wondered if what had broken the spell was her getting pregnant. Draco called Olivia and had her get Hermione a test. They dress while they waited. When time was up he watched as Hermione uneasy looked at the test. "It's…positive…But why would someone want us to have…to do what we did?" She asked as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I don't know…I mean we we're going to do the muggle thing to get this result…" Draco said unsure if he was happy or not. "All I know is during dinner I want to jump across the table and shag you…"
"You're the only one that would benefit from this!" Hermione half shouted as she threw the test down. "It was at dinner when I started to feel that way! You did this didn't you?!" She screamed at him.
"WHAT? Hermione why would I do this? I'm not crazy…Your boyfriend's left arm is the size of my head and I would never go back on a deal…I maybe a jerk and sly business man, but if I agree to a contract I stick to it!" He was a bit red in the face himself "No, the only one that would benefit from this is…is…" His eyes widen "MOTHER!"