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Chapter 4: You're a Silly Idiot Draco

It was almost liberating to be able to walk the streets without having the masses staring at him. It was always a mixed reaction when he would come to town.

Fear. Anger. Admiration. Envy.

The list was endless. He was used to the treatment but there would be days when it would grow tiresome. He often found himself counting down the minutes when he could leave the place.

Today was not like that at all.

Draco watched the Gryffindor Princess walking ahead of him, the baby pressed against her chest protectively. They were headed to Baby Witch, an absolute haven for every baby necessity they might need according to her. Until today he never even knew that shop existed despite the countless times he had visited the town during his life. He decided then it would be wise to follow her lead on this one.

Catching site of the shop he picked up his pace, quickly catching up to her. When he stood by her she turned smiling at him.

"Ready?"

"I'm hungry." He stated.

The smile dropped from her face with a roll of her eyes. "You're a guy, of course you're hungry. When are you not?"

"Excuse me; I didn't know that you were an expert on the human male." Draco said mockingly.

"You forget Malfoy, my best friend is Ron. Need I say more?"

"Ugh! Don't!" Draco said scrunching his face in distaste at the memory of the red head eating. There were just some things that you didn't miss no matter how hard you tried to block it.

"Anyways you are not my top priority." Hermione said casually.

"I feel so loved." He mumbled sarcastically.

She patted his shoulder condescendingly. "I'm sure you do. First this little guy needs to eat."

He opened the door and swept his hand to the side. "Lead away."

"Explain to me again why you are buying the entire store again."

Hermione smiled, laughing softly under her breath. He didn't seem to grasp the concept about having a baby. "For the millionth time, WE are not buying the entire store. WE are buying what is necessary. You'd be surprised at how quickly babies go through clothes and food. He's four months old now but before you know it he's off to Hogwarts."

Draco merely grunted in response.

When they first entered the store they were completely overwhelmed. To their left there were rows and rows of toys for a baby's development. An area was dedicated to the nutritional needs for the baby along with the respected bottles and kitchenware to go along with it. To the right were racks and shelves filled with clothes, shoes and robes. The center of the store displayed strollers, baby carriers and highchairs. In the very back were the bedroom furniture, highchairs, playpens, and every other possible thing imaginable.

Hermione insisted that they buy the formula first unsatisfied that the morning feeding had given the baby the adequate nutrition. With a decent amount of luck they stumbled upon a machine next to the formula that was there to help parents know which formula was appropriate for the baby's age. Relieved she rushed to it pressing the baby's finger against the scanner as instructed. Instantly the type of formula was being magically written in the air above the scanner. Even better was that it was able to detect the baby's age and she nearly cried when the months along with the exact days were shown to her.

She would be forever grateful because she now knew his birthday.

"You're just grumpy because you're hungry. I promise we will get something to eat after we leave the store okay?"

Draco eyed her wearily not trusting her words. "You're enjoying putting me in a position like this aren't you?"

Hermione smiled laughing. "Just a teeny bit. Can you pass me one of his bottles? I would like to feed him. He must be starving right now."

He grabbed a random bottle from the basket and ripped open the package, tossing the trash back in. "Let me take him."

Hermione put the baby in his arms and took the bottle from his hand. Taking the proper precaution she took her wand and muttered a sanitizing spell to clean it. She unscrewed the purified water and poured in the appropriate amount before adding the measured formula. She had barely screwed the bottle cap back on and started shaking it to mix when a middle-aged woman approached them.

Seeing the frown on her face Hermione immediately knew this woman was not happy.

"Excuse me, but what are you doing? I'm going to have to ask you to not open the merchandise in the store before paying. It is against store rules and simply common sense." The lady said snidely.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't think!" Hermione rushed her apology, embarrassed about breaking the rules. "I assure you I meant no…"

She was cut short when Draco stepped in between her and the woman. Without a word he passed her the baby and Hermione could see the startled woman step back as she looked up at his full height.

"I don't appreciate the way you are speaking to my wife, especially in front of my son." Draco spoke coolly looking the woman directly in the eyes. "Remember this clearly. My wife will choose anything she wants and will open anything she pleases at any time. She will not be stopped and the only time I wish to see you is if she requires your assistance. Understood?"

The woman clearly shocked was about to answer when Draco reached into the pocket of his trousers pulling out his money pouch. When he pulled on the strings the pouch expanded and as it opened it was very clear that it held only galleons. The pouch itself looked like it would split open from the amount inside. Grabbing a fistful he handed them to the woman, her hands automatically cupping together to hold them all.

The woman cleared her throat nodding at him. Turning to Hermione she bowed slightly saying, "Please excuse my rudeness earlier. I do apologize and will be here to assist you if you need anything. Thank you." With another bow she walked away stiffly to the cashier counter.

Draco turned to face Hermione, whose eyes were so wide he was afraid they might actually pop out. He smirked, pocketing the money pouch. "That Granger is how things are handled."

Hermione blinked shaking her head. "I'm not sure if I should thank you or scold you for scaring the wits out of the poor woman."

Draco shrugged. "Wouldn't matter to me one way or another. Honestly, the nerve of that hag thinking she could speak to you like that. Not only that, but I'm standing right next to you."

Hermione offered him a crooked smile. "Well in her defense she really didn't know who you were. You're not exactly sporting the Malfoy look."

Draco blew out a breath exasperated. "You are unbelievable! In her defense? Are you completely off your rocker? The woman tried to degrade you. Besides I could care less if I looked like a Malfoy or not, no one has a right to speak to a man's wife like that."

Hermione laughed. "Malfoy I'm not your wife."

"Obviously." Draco said dryly. "The point is she didn't know that. It's disrespectful and very unbecoming."

She could tell by the tone of his voice that he didn't want to comment any further about it and decided that she would drop it. He did stand up for her after all. She supposed his rich upbringing did instill certain values in his life.

Feeding the baby the bottle she was happy to see him drinking the formula greedily. It was one worry off her chest. Meanwhile she pointed to items that she wanted and Draco placed them in the basket. When it was completely full Hermione was surprised that the items disappeared. She saw Draco nod approvingly and she followed where he was looking at. The items that were in the basket were piled neatly on a counter where the woman from earlier stood at it.

Hermione smiled and mouthed the words thank you, showing her appreciation. She didn't want the woman to think they were horrible people. She continued looking through the aisles, adding more to the basket. Every time it reached the top the items would appear at the counter leaving the basket empty once more.

"I believe we have enough right now to keep him fed." Hermione said awhile later.

Glancing at the near empty shelves dedicated to the baby's age group, Draco chuckled. "That would be an understatement. So what's next?"

If possible her eyes lit up further. "Clothes!" She chirped happily heading towards the clothing racks. "Switch me." The baby had fallen asleep shortly after his feeding and Hermione carefully placed him in Draco's arms. He held out the basket to her to which she took quickly, filling it with various items.

"I would like to take this moment to mention that we have no idea what we are going to do with all this stuff." Draco said.

"I do. As much as I dislike it, there no other way that I can think of." Hermione bit her lip nervously, watching the skepticism cross his face.

"Go on."

"Just hear me out first. No questions. No interruptions. NO yelling like a crazy man okay?" Hermione held up a tiny light blue sweater for Draco to see.

"Just get on with it Granger." Draco gave her a thumbs down to nix the sweater. So naturally Hermione put it in the basket she held along with several other items he had nixed.

"Well I think he should move into my room and…..I move into yours with you." She rushed the last part out, mumbling the words and quickly moved to the next rack.

"Absolutely not!" His reaction was immediate. "It's my room! I don't want to share it with…"

She turned around facing him, a pair of pants in her hands. "A mudblood." She said void of any emotion in her voice.

Draco sighed. "No. Not a mudblood." A tiny smile crossed her face. "Just a stupid Gryffindor." It fell.

Hermione frowned scrunching her face as she smacked him on the arm. "You really have no tack."

"You know for being such a golden girl you're quite abusive. It's unhealthy."

"Ugh! You drive me crazy!"

Draco smirked. "Then my life has not been in vain."

"I'm sure it hasn't." Then like a flip of a coin her mood changed. She was holding a crimson footsie pajama. "I love this! Perfect for him! Already the little Gryffindor."

"Already the little Gryffindor." Draco said mocking her. "I think not. No child of mine will be some Gryffindor. He will be a Slytherin."

"Ugh!" Hermione's displeasure was immediate.

"Every Malfoy has been in Slytherin for as long as I can remember." He continued ignoring her noise.

"Well family traditions can be broken."

"Not this one. Just wait and see. He will be in Slytherin."

"Gryffindor."

"Slytherin."

"Gryf…oh! Look at the shoes they have!" She rushed off in the direction of the shoes stuffing the pajama in the basket.

Draco huffed following after her. "Bloody woman is going to be the death of me. We still haven't finished discussing the bedroom situation."

"I really don't know what you want me to say about it. I already told you what I thought was best. Neither of us can squeeze in a room with him. He needs his own area to relax and feel safe in."

"I need my own area." Draco argued.

"And I don't?" She sighed, looking him in the eye. "Look I know this isn't the ideal situation but we need to do the best we can."

It took a moment, but she saw his cheeks deflate in a big release of breath. "Granger I swear if you put anything pink in the room I can't promise I won't kill you right then and there."

Hermione couldn't help but chuckle despite the seriousness of his words. Strangely enough it only seemed funnier because she was quite sure he would stand behind his threat. "Noted. No pink."

She turned back to the items before her. Hermione browsed all the shelves making sure not to miss a single item that she might need for the baby. She had just finished grabbing the last of the clothes she wanted when she felt something wrong. Maybe not wrong but something was off.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Turning in a full circle she glanced all around the store realizing for the first time that Draco had not been by her side for quite some time now. She had been so preoccupied with her shopping that she never noticed that he had left her.

"Now where did that lunkhead go?" Grumbled Hermione. She walked to the left of the store thinking he had gotten bored and figured the toys might hold his amusement for moments at the time.

Crossing the center aisles her attention was drawn to a man with a baby by the store's window display. It took her a moment to realize it was Draco, forgetting that his appearance was altered.

Taking another look around the deserted store making sure no one was around including the store's owner she began calling out to him. "Malfoy. Malfoy. Malfoy. Oh for the love of…Malfoy!" He never turned, her volume increasing with every call. "Look at this guy. A fricken grandpa already. Malfoy!"

She was now standing right next to him.

"What?!" He shouted irritated by her yelling in his ear.

Hermione rolled her eyes. She had his attention now. From the look she was getting from the tiny person, she had also caught the baby's attention as well.

"Sorry baby." She said softly caressing his cheek.

"Baby? I don't know about you but I'm not ready for this stage in our relationship. I still prefer beaver and know it all, if you don't mind. I'm one for the classics." Draco said smirking.

"Oh shut it ferret." She retorted, but there was a faint dusting of red across her cheeks.

Draco frowned. "Actually I changed my mind. I like it better when you call me baby.

"In your dreams."

"But I could have sworn you just said it right now."

"I know what I said!" Hermione snapped, feeling the heat in her cheeks rise. Why did he always have to turn her words around? "What were you so focused on anyways?"

Something awful I bet. Hermione thought.

The grin that stretched across his face caught her off guard and she knew her suspicions had to be on the dot.

"That!" He said pointing at a mannequin in front of him, stepping aside so that he no longer blocked her view.

"Oh crap." Was all she said.

It was worse than evil.

There on the mannequin was a replica of a Quidditch uniform made for a baby. Its material was extremely soft and smooth. It came complete with gloves and boots that were actually mittens and booties. Oh and of course the outfit changed colors showing that it was available in many different colors. She didn't miss the look he gave her every time the color scheme changed to silver and green.

Draco turned to her with a look of a boy who was just told Christmas had come early.

He waggled his eyebrows and smiled nodding at her. "I want it. I want it. I want it."

Surprising her again with the fact that he could smile, and not failing to notice it was a rather nice one, Hermione shook her head laughing. "You're and idiot Malfoy. A silly idiot."

Turning on her heel she walked to wear the woman was waiting anxiously for them and asked if they had the Quidditch outfit in a smaller size.

Whoa! Sorry for the extremely long update! Time flew right by for me this month. My son turned 3 this month! Im one super happy mommy =)

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