AN: I'm horribly sorry this chapter was late. I had to move back to school, and Friday night one of my really good childhood friends killed herself. Needless to say this wasn't the first thing on my mind.
But as a parting note, if you're ever mildly depressed, or just need someone to talk too- please seek help, talk to someone, bloody hell, talk to me. My phone gets emails from PM's, so please nothing is so bad it can't be fixed. I promise. Just don't leave the world without a single explanation. It's sucks for everyone left behind, because you never know how much people really care until your gone. Sorry about my really long authors note…
After redressing themselves, Hermione transformed her robe into a day dress. Malfoy was downstairs when she stepped off the downstairs. He was in the same purple and black lounge, sitting on the couch. Her heart jumped into her throat; maybe they were going to sign the contract. But he didn't mention it.
She didn't know if she should excuse herself or wait for him to walk her to the door. She decided to just leave, that would make everything less awkward. As she stepped towards the door she heard him, "Bye Granger" it was sarcastic. It almost sounded like he was pissed she didn't really know exactly how to respond.
"Bye Malfoy" she shot back, and walked out. That didn't end as awkward as she expected. It ended like a fun fling, and that's exactly what she wanted. She wanted this to be business, she just wanted a child. That's the only think she wanted, she repeated over and over. Maybe trying to convince herself. She shook the thought out of her head.
Malfoy sat in the lounge after she left. He had the undying urge to smoke. He didn't smoke; he'd watched his father smoke cigars when he was younger. But god, it felt like he was bloody dying for a smoke.
He walked outside and popped into the wizarding convince store a few miles away. As he starred up at the racks behind the counter, trying to decide exactly what he was craving to smoke. He had the kid pull out a peach cigarillo, normal cigarettes, and a Cuban. As he pulled gold out of his pocket someone walked in the store, he glanced at the door.
It was her, Hermione. She didn't seem to notice him, just walked into the back. He figured he could get another blush out of her if he messed with her a little more. He walked into the back, looking at a cooler of beer, really cheap beer. She walked in and was looking into the cooler next to him, "Stalking me Malfoy." She said rather calmly.
"Just making sure you don't trip again, Granger." He retorted as she pulled some red drink out of the cooler.
He followed her to the counter. As she pushed her drink down on the counter, he noticed three white boxes hit the counter too. Pregnancy tests, his heart stopped. He threw gold down on the counter, "You didn't have to do that" she replied
"It's cool, when will you know?" his heart was beating at least twelve times faster than it should have been.
"In about a week." She said, that made her start to blush. They walked out in silence, and parted.
Draco apparated home, while Hermione turned left and started walking. She walked a few blocks and set her bag down on the counter. She saw the look of shock on Malfoy's fact with the tests. He wasn't ready for a kid. She had cemented the fact that he wouldn't' fight her on anything, even without a contract.
Malfoy paced around the manor, it was almost like he was worried. He wasn't worried about the contract; he was worried that she was actually pregnant. How could two times create a child? His child none the less. Holy shit he was going to be a father, well not in the typical sense but in the creation sense.
The week passed slowly, Hermione literally counted down the hours until she could use the tests. And of all of the tests she'd ever taken, this was the one she was most afraid of failing. Work seemed to pass slowly; she didn't see Malfoy at all that week.
Malfoy spent most of the week out of the office; he was slightly worried about staying close. What if she got clingy? He waited until Friday, and she hadn't called, she would call tomorrow. She would want to know to.
Hermione awoke Saturday morning, in sweats, she was nervous. Her hand was shaking as she grabbed the three white boxes from the counter. She mentally tried to tell herself it was acceptable not to be pregnant.
She honestly didn't even know how she would handle a pregnancy. It could not completely agree with her; but she wanted this. She really wanted this.
She waited, as the three sticks dried. Two more minutes, she went to make coffee. As she filled up the steaming cup, shit. She couldn't drink coffee. She poured it into the sink. One more minute. She could feel her heart beating in her chest. It felt like it was going to beat out of her chest.
They were ready, she grabbed the first one. One line. The second one, one line. The third one, one line. She wasn't pregnant, she wasn't getting the child she wanted. God, she was going to have to sleep with Malfoy again. That thought brought a small almost unnoticeable smile to her face.
She hadn't even noticed that tears had begun to pour from her eyes. She'd wanted this to work. She'd had fertility tests done, what if Malfoy couldn't... No, they only had sex twice; it took married couples months to conceive.
She wiped the tears off her cheeks and changed. A simple dress and flats, she sent Malfoy a letter requesting his presence at the Leaky Cauldron.
Malfoy awoke Saturday morning, and after a quiet breakfast and a swim got dressed. He read in the study for a while, when an elf brought a letter.
The thick parchment was sealed with red wax, fucking Gryffindor's. It was probably the Weasel, begging for extra help on his last assignment. But at that thought of Weasley he couldn't help but smile. Weasley wasn't good enough for Granger, but he was.
He broke the seal to see familiar writing it was Hermione's.
Dear Mister Malfoy,
Your presence is requested at the Leaky Cauldron, immediately.
Sincerely,
Ms. Granger
He stood up, was she pregnant? The letter sounded like business completely void of all emotion. Maybe that was it, two times and they were done. He couldn't help but feel something. It was almost resentment, but he couldn't figure it out.
He quickly apparated with a pop, in the smoky pub. He looked around at the tables, no Hermione. But he saw her sitting at the bar, a tumbler of hard alcohol in her hand. He looked down at the watch on his wrist. Noon, this couldn't be good; not that he was judging. There were days were he was two sheets to the wind by noon.
"Hey Granger" he said, running his hand over her shoulder. He raised two fingers at the bartender who quickly brought her a similar glass.
"I'm not pregnant." she said in a matter of fact tone, taking a gulp out of her glass.
"I figured." he responded shortly, she didn't seem to want to talk.
They sat in silence; Hermione had downed about six drinks. It'd only had been an hour.
"So, three weeks then?" he asked, a sort of hope filled him. That's they'd be having another weekend together.
"Yeppers" she replied, drawing out the s; as alcohol slurred her voice. Her hand shook as she took another glass. She downed it quickly and started off to the floo. She wasn't apparating home in this state.
When she reached the fireplace, she looked around for powder but as she stood on her heels; her feet slipped out from under her. She never was the most graceful drunk. She waited for the concussion with the floor.
But instead was greeted with strong arms pulling her back up. Malfoy had placed his hands on her falling waist, and righted her. She still had her eyes closed. He wrapped an arm over her shoulder and apparated them both to the Manor.
She stumbled only to regain her balance with his arm.
"I thought you weren't taking any chances." he said
"I asked you to have sex with me. That was when the chances started" she retorted with surprising accuracy.
"Granger, I do believe it was me that set that condition." she kept quiet.
He set her on the couch and went to grab coffee from the kitchens. But when he returned, she was fast asleep hugging an overstuffed pillow. Thick parchment was spread out beneath her hair.
He grabbed the same book he'd been reading this morning and settled in the chair across from her.
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