Chapter 9
I am so so so so very sorry for the longest delay
I had a major exam that decided whether or not I would get into this school so it was pretty hard core.
This isn't one of my favourite chapters, it's sort of like a filler for me. I know my sentences and story line seems a bit choppy and I know I have to improve it.
Thank you everyone who reviewed last time, it really got me out of my writer's block
Enjoy!
ATTENTION: Sorry again for the stuff that was wrong (Cecilia, as I just learnt was NOT sung by the beatles)
So sorry to both paula and padfootsgirl79 again, thank u guys for pointing out my wrong, feel free to do it again, see I like when I get a response so I don't look like the biggest arse for posting the wrong information!
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It was unbelievable how easy it was to care for Cecilia, Hermione thought. For the young witch this didn't seem very right. Hermione thought about the baby as she sat in her room staring at the street and its boredom while drinking some iced tea. Hermione knew that Cecilia was practically a newborn and therefore should be more demanding and fidgety. It was a well known fact that most of them are. Hermione went home for the Christmas holidays in her sixth year just in time for her parents to take a load off from Rose's incessant crying.
Those first days were hell for her; never sleeping and crying and just a whole lot of other things. The young Gryffindor sought the help of sleeping pills to get her rest even though it was short lived and very rare. Rose cried even when she was just changed, just fed and had the right amount of sleep. It was very hectic for Hermione, who had never had a baby in the house back then.
Cecilia was a different story altogether. She slept almost fourteen hours a day and Hermione thought this was concerning at first, but then realized that it was just her way of life. Cecilia always laughed when Hermione was near and the brunette thought this the sweetest thing. Cecilia sometimes had to be awoken to be fed and so Hermione checked her with a few spells she had read on; to check the baby's welfare and happiness. She found that all the tests came back neutral, nothing was wrong with her.
What was she going to do with a baby in the middle of this war? This question usually burnt the back of her brain. Since Cecilia was asleep most of the time, Hermione had to keep her hands busy so she wouldn't think about that question a lot. She had cleaned every single room on Cecilia's floor and the lowest floor. She did this without the use of magic because she had nothing to do and her thoughts weren't helping.
The questions seared her mind every time her mind drifted. What if she went into battle? What would happen if she did? Who would look after Cecilia? What if they did live and the battle was won, could she leave Cecilia? What if it were lost? That thought usually brought tears to her eyes.
Hermione didn't like thinking about these things. So she usually let her thoughts drift to Draco Malfoy; an interesting character, indeed. His reasons for coming to the good side were not seen by Hermione as she sat and thought about him. He seemed fine with his way in Hogwarts, hating all the muggleborns in sight and loving every moment of their torment. Though it seemed pretty ironic if a younger version of Hermione had heard about this.
The young muggleborn thought of her interactions with him lately and blushed at each and every time. Draco had clearly seen Hermione's discomfort talking about things related to sex. Although she hated giving him such power over her, she couldn't help but feel the red of embarrassment flood her face. It was humiliating every single time.
A whole week had passed since the tampon incident and he made sure to make a smart remark about it every time they passed. Hermione thought that this joking Draco was so much better than the gloomy, solemn Draco that refused to eat anything at all. With this in thought, Hermione never blew off the handle at his I'm-a-gift-sent-from-God-for-all-women-to-share attitude. The young woman tried to keep an indifferent face on every single time but failed when the red of embarrassment crept up from her neck to spread over her cheek.
The girl sat looking at her neighbors spend their afternoon's indoors with their windows wide open. The summer had been so uncomfortably hot that Hermione had to sleep in her underwear. Obviously, she locked her door with any amount of spell and enchantments every time she did it. The blush found its place on her face at the thought of being caught doing it.
Right now she had to wear a pair of black shorts that was so short she never wore it unless she knew she was alone. She doned this on with a white tank top. Hermione fanned herself off, keeping herself from taking her fifth shower that day. The young brunette gulped down some more of her iced tea before turning to open the window a bit further.
The sound of a cry broke through the house and Hermione shot up immediately. When the cries started to move from one place to another she could come up with only one explanation.
"MALFOY?" Hermione screamed as she put her drink down and dashed up the stairs, looking about her franticly as she past every door. She screamed his name four more times before catching him dip Cecilia into the water.
Hermione ran forward before he could do something stupid, like let her drown or something. "Did you NOT hear me screaming your name?"
"You weren't screaming it right" said a preoccupied Draco, not looking at her, but thinking of how to put the baby in the tub.
"I beg your pardon?", Hermione asked. The words may have seemed kind, but her tone was vicious.
"If you were screaming it right, you'd be naked and in my arms", Draco said with the smirk in his eye, not looking once at Hermione, but at the water. Once he felt the water was warm enough he turned to look at Hermione.
Big mistake...
Draco's POV (A dip into the perverted thoughts of a sexually frustrated boy)
I have never seen something so sexy. Hermione Granger, with her hair pulled into a messy bun squatted next to a tub. She had on the shortest shorts and it revealed her smooth creamy leg. The white skin disappeared beneath the shorts but it left little to the imagination as I glanced at her flat stomach underneath a tight tank - an article that I would like to rip off with my teeth. Cecilia was pressed against her chest hiding her delicious breasts from my view.
The thought of sexy disappeared as soon as her voice reached my ears, "CE-ci-Lia YoU'rE bReAkInG mY HeArT, yOuRe ShAkInG My CoNfIdEnCe DaIlY"
(A/N: The Paul Simon/Simon and Garfunkel song, if it doesn't ring any bells)
It was so playful and the farthest thing from sexy to reach my ears. I grimaced at the awful sound of it. It would have been a compliment if I were to keep nonchalant but it soon did it 's work and Cecilia's cries stopped and soon turned to laughter. Granger stopped her awful singing and continued to carefully peel off Cecilia's shirt.
"Granger, I'm sure there was a note somewhere in that song", I sneered as I reached out for the baby. My eyes far from the little girl that was currently trying to pull out Granger's hair.
Granger just glared at me also keeping the baby from my reach. That angry face made her even sexier.
"Why are you doing this anyway?" Granger asked, annoyed that I was trying to bathe my own cousin, even though, right now, I didn't mind giving her a bath. "You shouldn't try to do this yourself; you could slip up and let her fall or something"
"I can bathe a baby, Granger. It's not advanced potions or anything", I said this thinking it was simple as ever. All you had to do was put them in, do your thing and then pull them out. Which is what I'm thinking of doing with little Draco and-
"I do it all the time, why do you want to start doing it now?" Granger said, bringing me out of my little daydream of her body under mine.
"Because I am her guardian right now. I will have to learn these things sooner or later. I would rather it sooner", I said after a few moments of trying to grasp witty words together
Granger looked a bit suspicious but masked it quickly and moved closer to me. A smile crept on my face, I knew something was about to fall out of my mouth about her proximity, then something happened. Something bad.
Granger leant forward and dipped Cecilia into the water. With her cleavage on full display, my mouth watered slightly. Her plump breasts had sweat glistening off it. I felt a spark of interest behind my navel.
Cecilia's cries were drowned out by the sight. I watched as they slightly bounced from the sudden shifting of weight. The sight of these magnificent things brought my attention to everything else to a close. I was a movement away from a big problem.
"Are you listening to what I'm saying, Malfoy?" Granger said pulling me out of my little daydream of her doing very unspeakable things to me. I tried to shift my position into one where I hid my almost rising problem, but this increased pressure on it, meaning a harder problem.
"Whah?" I was caught off guard so my answer sounded retarded.
"I said, go waste someone else's time, you're obviously not interested in Cecilia's bath time", Granger shoved me out of the way and the sudden movement made Cecilia start flipping her head and feet around in the water, splashing some water onto Hermione's top.
"Darling, calm down. The idiot with a ferret face was just leaving", Granger didn't glance once at her top and thank Merlin for that. That would have made her look down. That would have made her cover herself up. That would have been bad.
My eyes slightly started to bulge and my problem kept throbbing in me. I swear, I have never wanted and hated something so much at the same time before. Either I was going to maul her like a bear and get spelled back into the stone ages OR I could sneak away and take care of my little problem myself, no matter how disgusting my thoughts of her get.
Both these options weigh the same in my eyes. But in my hand the second one seemed best.
"I need to do other things anyway", I said as I picked up a face towel to cover up my situation down there. Granger didn't give me a second look as I tried to be cool on my way out.
As soon as the door closed behind me I ran into my temporary home for the last two weeks. The room where some of the darkest thoughts of my life have occurred, it looked very clean.
Must of been Granger.
That girl doesn't know what 'no' means. Its like she's understanding nothing that comes out of my mouth. She's so damn stubborn that it's almost unnerving for a pure blood wizard who grew up with the mindset of a stone age wife beater with no respect whatsoever for women. Dang, the wanting just goes on and on and on.
Here goes the nasty thoughts...
Although many may say nothing is perfect, Harry Potter found perfection in the home of Ronald Billius Weasley. It looked to the normal onlooker like a hazardous home with a tweek away from collapsing but anyone with the basic understanding of magic knew it would never happen. Harry sat in the garden and looked at Ginevra Weasley set the table and Mrs. Weasley scold the twins, Fred and George, on their ongoing pranks inside the house.
If only... If only he had been born into this family... If only Voldemort didn't kill his parents... If only Tom Riddle wasn't a neglected orphan... If only the world wasn't different.. He wouldn't be planning another attempt to protect the magic world from falling into the hands of the most evil creature he's ever seen in his life... If only is all you can do in times of frustration.
Harry's thoughts then strayed to his missing best friend. He had received a letter from her claiming her absence from the burrow was because her family had decided to move to Australia and she had had to get them settled in their new home. It reassured her return but Harry had a feeling that there was something more to it than she explained.
"Thinking about Hermione too, mate" Ron said, coming from behind Harry. It was common for them both to be saying these things about her since they were missing her fiercely now.
"I think we should go to her", Ron said with a serious look, "She would do that for us". He later explained to avoid sounding too caring.
"I think so too", said the boy who lived quietly.
