Authors note: Sadly I own nothing of the Harry Potter realm...*Sigh* All contents, save the plot, belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling. Some parts in this story are from the 6th book only from Draco's POV and the ending of the 6th book is completely different as is the 7th book.
I made a few errors in this chapter the first time I posted it. I accidentally put Ron in this chapter when he was supposed to have died in the war. This is the correct chapter. I apologize if I confused anyone!
Chapter 7 – I Know You
I sat in stunned silence after my mother's outburst.
"Preg… Pregnant?" I stuttered. My mother nodded. "Is it… mine?" I suddenly felt extremely upset that maybe it was someone else's, though I wasn't sure why.
"Yes. The baby is yours."
"Why hasn't she told me?"
"Exactly what I wanted to know! The girl started ranting about not putting any more pressure on you and that it's her decision." I frowned.
"She had to have a good reason for it."
"Has your memory loss made you stupid as well?" My mother asked, quirking an eyebrow. I glared at her but before I could retort the door opened and another Healer came in.
"Hello Mr. Malfoy. I understand you have a case of amnesia." I nodded, still glaring at my mother. "Well, hopefully we can get you back to… back to rights." He was looking between my mother and I, looking slightly surprised. He quickly gripped my arm and led me out of the room, probably to avoid anything physical. As if I would ever hit a woman…
The appointments consisted of multiple potions and relaxing techniques along with some spells and something called flash cards. They held up cards with pictures of people and places or objects and ask me what, who or where it was and then ask if I could tell them a personal experience with it. How the bloody hell this would help I will never understand. They explained that when you go through something physically and mentally painful that it blocks off memories. They were sure that that's what happened.
I spent the weekend at St. Mungo's and returned to Hogwarts on Sunday night, set in my decision to confront Hermione about the baby. When I reached the Common Room she was laying on the couch with Alex, reading him a story. I sat in the armchair until she was done and Alex was asleep.
"We need to talk." I said finally. She sighed.
"Your mother told you?"
"Yes."
"Very well. Let me put Alex to bed and I'll be back down." She gently picked the boy up and headed for her room. She returned a few moments later, dressed in blue plaid pajama bottoms and a black tank top. In the outfit, I could tell her stomach was slightly rounded.
"How far along are you?" I asked immediately.
"Four months." She whispered.
"How long have you known?"
"I found out two weeks after you disappeared."
"And you didn't tell me?"
"You can barely remember who you are!" She shouted suddenly. "I didn't want to put pressure on you to be there for me when you need to be focusing on getting your memory back."
"Hermione, this is my child we're talking about…" I growled. "You didn't think I'd have a right to know?"
"Of course I did!" She was now standing, screaming at me. "I wanted to tell you the second I saw you! But when Dumbledore said you had lost your memory I knew you had to focus on yourself! On getting better!"
"I don't want to get better without you, Alex and this baby!" I yelled back. I quickly rose to my feet and strode towards her. I placed my hands on either side of her face and pulled her lips up to mine. Memories exploded in my head.
Me at 11 years old, meeting her for the first time. Sneering calling her a stupid muggleborn.
Tormenting her through first year.
Calling her a Mudblood on the way to Quidditch practice in second year.
Seeing her Petrified form in the hospital wing. The first time I ever worried about her.
Ignoring my feelings.
Tormenting her through second year.
Her punching me in third year.
Tormenting her through third year.
Seeing her at the Quidditch World Cup. The terrified look on her face as they ran from Death Eaters. It was the first time I had ever wanted to take away someone else's pain, besides my mothers.
Ignoring my feelings.
Seeing her at the Yule Ball in fourth year. She was so beautiful. I was insanely jealous of Viktor Krum.
Ignoring my feelings.
Her fierce protectiveness of Potter during the Triwizard Tournament. The first time I was ever jealous of Potter. Because he could have her. I couldn't.
Ignoring my feelings.
Tormenting her through fourth year.
Watching her study for her O.W.L.s in the library during fifth year. Noticing the way she bit her bottom lip when she was in deep thought. It was cute.
Ignoring my feelings.
Tormenting her through fifth year.
My mission during sixth year. She saved me. She was there for me. I was there for her.
Admitting my feelings.
Falling in love with Hermione Granger. Making love to her for the first time.
Writing to my father. Trying to protect her. Fighting with her about it.
My heart stopping as she screamed as Blaise was hit with the curse meant for her and Alex.
Going to Grimmauld Place with her. Being there with her while Alex was born. Alexander James Malfoy.
And finally, going to get her a birthday present and being captured by my father. Hearing his threats to kill Hermione and our son. He was ours. Not just hers anymore.
I gasped as I was brought back to the present. I stumbled over my feet and fell to the ground.
"Draco?" Hermione asked, tentatively. She kneeled in front of me. "Are you ok?" I looked up at her. My hand rose and rested on her cheek.
"Make love to me Hermione." I croaked. "It's been far too long since I've felt you."
"Do you… Do you remember everything?" I shook my head.
"Not everything. But I remember you. I was so horrible to you. I don't deserve you. I should…" She placed a finger on my lips and smiled.
"Don't. I forgave you long ago for everything that happened." I nodded and lay back as she crawled on top of me. She leaned down and kissed me. Gently at first and then hard, as if convincing herself I really was there. Her fingers found the bottom of my jumper and she pulled it off along with the white t-shirt I was wearing beneath it. Her hands traced the toned plains of my stomach. I gripped her hips with my knees and rolled her underneath me.
Brushing her hair back, I leaned down and kissed her. My hands traveled under her tank top to caress her rounded stomach. Impatiently, I sat up and pulled her shirt off before carefully resting on top of her. The feeling of her skin beneath mine made me go crazy. I stood up, scooped her into my arms and headed for her room.
She cast a silencing charm around her bed so we wouldn't wake Alex. I pulled the blankets back and placed her in the bed before climbing in after her. She hastily pulled her pajama pants and knickers off and tossed them on the floor. She turned to me and grabbed my belt, pulling me closer. She fumbled with my belt for a moment before getting it undone and pushing them down my hips with my boxers. I kicked them off and carefully rolled on top of her.
Placing my hand on her cheek, I whispered, "I love you Hermione," and entered her in one swift motion. We both moaned at the feelings suddenly surrounding us. It had been quite a while since we'd been like this. I rested my forehead on hers and raised myself up on my elbows enough to move. I pulled almost completely out before burying myself inside her again. It had been so long for the both of us that it wasn't long before she was crying out my name. I quickly followed.
Without pulling out, I gathered her up in my arms and turned to lie on my back. She rested her head on my shoulder and I bent down and kissed her on the top of the head.
"I meant what I said," I whispered to her. "I love you. And I don't have a reason to get better without you, Alex and this baby. You should have told me."
"I know. I love you too. And I'm sorry."
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We sat in the Common Room the next night after classes. Three others had joined us; Blaise, another boy our age, and a girl that was a year behind us. One of the boys, Harry Potter I was told, had jet black hair and bright green eyes, covered by round glasses. He had an odd scar on his forehead that was shaped like a lightning bolt. The girl was Ginny Weasely, with flaming red hair, blue eyes, and tons of freckles. Harry and Blaise were deep in conversation about Quidditch, Ginny and Hermione were talking about baby stuff, and I was working on a potions essay.
I felt a tiny hand on my side and looked down to see Alex next to me. I picked him up and placed him in my lap. He looked at me curiously for a few moments before reaching up and touching my cheek. Suddenly, he grabbed a lock of my hair and pulled… hard. Hermione laughed.
"OW! Alex, no. That hurts daddy." He looked at me strangely and pulled my hair again. I flinched. "OW!" To prove my point, I gently pulled a lock of his hair. He looked at me shocked before crying. Hermione sighed and got up. She pulled him out of my lap and yanked on my hair again. "OOOWW!"
"It won't teach him anything by pulling his hair back." She said, quickly.
"It'll teach him that it hurts." I pointed out. She rolled her eyes and sat back down with Alex in her lap.
Harry, Blaise and Ginny left soon after and Alex fell asleep in Hermione's lap. I laid down on the couch and Hermione laid Alex down on the loveseat before climbing up beside me and turned to face me.
"What do you want? A boy or a girl?" She asked.
"A girl," I said immediately. "Though if you tell anyone I said that, I'll blatantly deny it."
"Why?" She laughed.
"Because. I'm a Malfoy. We're suppose to have boys." Hermione rolled her eyes at me.
"What about names? Have you been thinking about any?"
"I kind of like the name Celeste or Rose."
"They're ok, I suppose."
"Well, what do you like then?"
"Anna?"
"Too common."
"Oh, and Rose isn't?"
"Yeah, it is but Celeste isn't."
"True. What about boy names?"
"Dimitri," I said instantly.
"Dimitri?"
"Yes. Dimitri Adrian Malfoy." Hermione laughed.
"You know his initials would be D.A.M. right?"
"So?" I shrugged.
"Ok…"
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December was there before we knew it. Alex was now 8 months old, Hermione was 5 months pregnant. She was considerably bigger than she was at 5 months with Alex.
I received a letter a week before Christmas from my mother asking if Hermione and I would come to the Manor for vacation.
"Hermione?" I asked that night.
"Hmm?" She said, not looking up from her homework. Alex was playing on the floor with some toys
"Mother wants to know if we would like to go to the Manor for Christmas." She looked up, shocked.
"I was kind of planning to go home for Christmas. They haven't even seen Alex yet." She said softly.
"Maybe… Maybe they could come to the Manor with us? Potter and the Weasley's too." I shrugged.
"I'm not sure any of them would be comfortable there… I'm not even sure I would."
"My mother has redecorated considerably. It's not the same as when my father lived there."
"I'll think about it, ok?" I nodded.
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The next night Hermione agreed to talk to her parents, Potter and Ginny about going to the Manor. Her parents agreed but Potter was harder to convince.
"It's a lot different than when Lucius was there." Hermione told them. "Narcissa greatly redecorated."
"It was still filled with dark objects, Hermione." Potter argued.
"Not anymore." I spoke up. "My mother assured me that she's removed every last one."
"I, for one, think it might be fun." Ginny said. I always knew there was a reason I liked Weaselette. "Have you seen how huge that house is?" I nodded.
"The grounds are beautiful, as well. We have a 50 foot long, 3-9 foot deep pool, hot tubs, and horses." I said, though I couldn't remember exactly what they looked like.
"That does sound kinda cool." Potter said grudgingly. He sighed. "I guess we could go."
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The train ride to King's Cross was relatively boring. Potter and Ginny were playing exploding snap and chess, chatting about what the first thing they were going to do at the Manor was. Hermione and Alex slept most of the time.
Mother was there when we arrived, as were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and the twins, Fred and George. All four had flaming red hair and blue eyes. Mr. Weasley had glasses covering his eyes. Mrs. Weasley was short and kind of chunky, though I suppose it was expected after seven kids. Fred and George were identical and I immediately gave up on trying telling them apart.
We met Hermione's parents outside platform 9 ¾.
"Mum! Dad!" She yelled. She quickly handed Alex to me and ran towards them, surprisingly fast for being 5 months pregnant. I followed at a more reasonable pace. When I reached them, she introduced us. "Mum, Dad, this is Draco and Alex. Draco, this is my mother Amelia, and my father, John."
"It's very nice to meet you both." I said politely, extending my hand to them. Mr. Granger took my hand and shook it then Mrs. Granger did the same.
"It's nice to meet you, as well." Her father said. Hermione took Alex out of my arms and handed him to her mother. She was a pretty woman that looked quite a bit like Hermione, though her hair was straight brown rather than the curly mop of hair that Hermione had. Mr. Granger had curly, dark blonde hair and blue eyes.
"He's adorable!" Mrs. Granger cooed. She shifted him to her hip and addressed Hermione. "How far a long are you this time, Hermione?" She said it with a slightly disapproving tone and I clenched my hands in anger.
"5 months." Hermione said quickly.
"You know we're not happy about it." Mr. Ganger said. Hermione nodded. "We would have liked you to wait a while before having children, but there isn't much we can do about it now. Never the less, they will be our grandkids and they will be well loved." He smiled.
"So," My mother said, coming up behind us. "Are we ready to go? I'm Narcissa, by the way, Draco's mother." She elegantly shook hands with the Grangers and we took all our baggage out to the limo in front of King's Cross. The ride was uneventful. Hermione caught up with her parents while Alex slept in something called a car seat that Mr. and Mrs. Granger bought him.
When we all climbed out of the limo at the Manor, everyone stopped and stared at the sight of the massive house standing in front of us, including me. Mother waved her wand over the luggage and it disappeared, presumably to the bedrooms. The stone house before us was shaped like a square horse shoe. A large wrought iron fence surrounded the property. Mother led us in through the front door and we arrived in a large entrance hall. Black and white tile covered the floor, the walls looked like marble, and windows framed the door. Directly in front of us was a huge staircase. There were two intricately designed double-doors, one to the left and one to the right.
"A sitting room is to the right and the dining and ball room is to the left." My mother explained. "Servants quarters are off of the sitting room."
"You own servants?" Mrs. Granger asked, wrinkling her nose in an identical expression to Hermione's.
"A few," My mother replied. "They enjoy being here and are treated very well. They're paid a sizeable amount and they also receive vacation and sick time." Both Granger girls seemed okay with this information. She led us upstairs and continued with the tour. "This floor is all rooms for family and guests. There are 20 rooms in all. The room above us contains a library and a few studies and the one above that is just used for storage." Hermione's eyes lit up at the word library and I could tell that she couldn't wait to go explore it. "Breakfast is served at 9am, lunch at 1pm, and dinner at 6pm. If you would like a snack at anytime just call for Tibsy anywhere in the Manor and she will fetch you something to eat."
"You have house elves too?" Hermione asked, glaring at me.
"Yes, Ms. Granger. But you will be happy to know that they as well are paid and have their own rooms, vacation and sick time." Hermione smiled at this. Mother showed them to their rooms and told them that they were free to do as they pleased. Potter, Ginny and the twins headed for the pool. Hermione, of course, dragged me to the library while her parents watched Alex. The library took up an entire half of the floor.
"So," I said while she was looking through the thousands of books. "Ever had sex in a library?" I asked, smirking.
