He came very close to me, as close as possible without actually touching me, "look me in the eyes don't blink or anything, everything I said was true and I would not be doing this if it wasn't" he lent forward and kissed me, my eyes still on his. He was conveying his truth though his kiss, all emotions flowing through him to me. I had never kissed with my eyes open before, it was the creepiest sensation I had ever felt, but it was also a moment of understanding and connection.
"I believe you, just it creeps me out something chronic so could you hid it" I smiled at him it was a week smile I knew it but it was better than crying.
He has a good effect on me, the old me would have had a mega freak out, screamed the place down and probably done something stupid, now I was coming to terms with something that was out of my control. I was coming to terms with the effects of dark magic and how it ruins people, I should know.
"Well at least I will have prior warning if HE should return" I kissed him on the cheek, it was a silly joke, that was just a bit inappropriate but still all the same it would be my way of dealing with it.
"That Hermione, is not funny, but true none the less. You should have seen my farther when it started growing stronger on him when we were fourth year, he was scared whittles. One of those times when if you take it out of context it would be priceless"
I was definitely dealing with this very well; I might go have a small cry in the shower later on so that he wouldn't know that I was crying.
"So on a lighter note what are we going to do today?" I asked stuffing a piece of, now cold, toast into my mouth.
"Shopping baby stuff, I know you haven't got any stuff" oh crap I hadn't got anything, my god I 'am not meant to be a mother, I shouldn't be allowed to be a mother.
"And considering that we are still in discussion on the matter of the sex of the child, yellow will be our colour scheme" he smiled weakly and stacked the plates.
I got up and went to get changed.
"What do you think" I said showing off my simple burgundy stretchy-elbow-length top and caprice bottoms. I had accessorized with some rather large button shaped earrings, a pendant in the same style and a pair of flip flops, all of this was gold.
"Delightful, can't let go of your Gryffindor past I see" he chuckled to himself I had done that entirely unintentionally. "Don't worry, I've gone all Slytherin on your butt" he winked.
He was dressed in his usual, what he would call casual, suite which was twinned with a pale silver shirt and a deep green tie. But this look did suite him, much more than the vicar look from his late teens, dear Merlin than goodness he doesn't wear that look any more.
"but I come to expect that of you" I said then momentarily realising the mistake I had made.
"Don't expect anything with me, you know that" I smiled at him, he was becoming very predictable.
"come on before I do expect something from you" that didn't make any sense but, what the hell I'm allowed to not make sense, I'm pregnant.
We came back three hours later laden, well him, with bags. Someone had decided to be the gentleman and carry all the bags.
"do you want a cup of tea" I asked looking down on him, he had flopped onto the sofa; bags still in hand and travelling cloak still attached.
"yes" he muttered out, muffled slightly by the pillow that was on his face.
"how do you take it?"I asked waddling to the kitchen
"black, the cups are above the kettle, tea in the jar behind"
I tapped the kettle with my wand, steam started to issue from its spout. I poured the hot water over the tea bag.
Tea is a curious thing, how it defuses like wisps of smoke into a lovely mahogany colour. It is one of my favourite curiosities, why did someone ever consider drinking water that had been contaminated by some leaves? But then again you could say that about magic, who first thought of...of...well everything?
I thought this while I wandered back into the lounge with the two mugs in my hands, one milky and tan coloured and the other as black as night.
He had taken off his cloak now and had gotten rid of the bags, probably to some wardrobe.
"what would I do without you?" he asked in his usual rhetorical way.
"so can you now tell me what your nightmare was about?" I asked cuddling up to him.
"there isn't much to tell you about, it was just haunting that's all..." he trailed off as if wanting to say more but not.
"it seemed bad to me and I wasn't even there, you waking up freezing cold and screaming"
"it was my farther, he haunts me still. His pale and waxy face, I see myself in him, and I see my future" he looked despairingly at me.
"You're not like him Draco, I know it. You have a heart, compassion and a conscious. That is why you didn't kill Dumbledore, and you know that yourself. You have too much of your mother in you" hum, was that a good thing?
"but she didn't care" he said sneering slightly
"of course she did, she went to Snape, she was anxious all the time; on the edge of crying out for you not to do what you were going to do. I saw her face the night we were captured; she didn't want you to get it wrong. Not because she didn't want to be disgraced but because she didn't want you to get hurt. She loved you, of course she would you were her flesh and blood" I sounded so profound when I said that, that when I went over it again in my head I was astonished with the depth of what I had just said.
There was a moment of silence where I sipped at my tea, letting the heat defuse through my very bones.
"Hermione" he said softly, so softly that it was barely audible
I looked up my eyes caught his "Yes" I whispered back
"I love you" he let the words linger in the air, the three simplest words in existence but yet the most meaningful. They would span eternity from Cleopatra and Mark Anthony to Napoleon and Josephine. The tree words that can be translated into every language, Je t'aime, Ich liebe dich, Szeretlek, Ingrá leat, Te quiero, I dy garu di, Ek is lief vir jou and still mean the same thing.
French, German, Hungarian, Irish, Spanish, Welsh, Afrikaans
It was the first time he had ever said it to me, strait in plain English. Before he had kind of skirted round it.
"so do I" I was the sparkle that had been extinguished by my questions, in his eyes again.
"I would give myself to you, but I am with child" I said in a stupidly dramatic voice.
"don't worry, I'll wait" he said now back in his usual tone, he took a sip from his cup "umm very nice cup of tea if I don't say so"