Plus I had wrote out the chapter's story-line out on my hand and arms and legs and took a picture of it so when I washed my hands it wouldn't be forgoten.
Hey, what can I say some of my ideas come to me in weird places.
Dropping my baby off at my sisters, watching a movie....the public restroom. You know, whatever gets the creative nerves going.
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Rating: M for mature.
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(Excuse me customers, theres a erotic banana on the loose!- PureToxin on youtube)
Hermione laughs as she is being guided down a row of feminine products by a very hyper candy-red haired Wren. Hermione stops herself from tripping as they make a complete stop.
Wren looks around, "Okay, how many should we get"
Hermione raises an eyebrow, "One..." she is interupted as Wren grabs two of each kind.
"Wren I'm not having quadruplets...we don't even know if I'm having one."
Wren rolls her eyes, "No this is just in case, you know...one doesn't work. Or if one tells you that its positive when really your eggo isn't doused in Draco's syrup"
Hermione lets out a giggle, "what"
Wren goes into a sarcastic serious. "When a girl and a dude like each other very much they make breakfast and"
Hermione pushes her shoulder, "Shutup!"
Wren pushes the cart and then lifts her feet so she rides it. "Weeeee"
Hermione huffs, "Oh my god Wren, you have not changed"
Wren makes a turn and clicks her red high hills as they make a turn through the 24 7 drugstore aisle. Hermione follows.
Wren goes down the hair-dye aisle. "Okay...pick out a color"
Hermione freezes, "Wren...if I am pregnant. This could..."
Wren turns, "I know"
Hermione first looks insulted, but Wren lets out a laugh. "If you aren't preggers were going to have a party involving all the fun stuff you can't do if you were pregnant"
Hermione stares at her.
Wren grabs a box of die, "Blonde it is..."
Hermione reacts, "Fine! brown...a light brown"
Wren looks at her, "Aww little Hermione is actually being daring a dying her hair a tone that isnt even going to show..." Wren says sarcasticly. Pretty much saying Hermione isnt daring.
Wren stops herself and then sees Hermione's face. "Oh wait...thats right. You are daring. Who knew we would be in the middle of a druggie stop in New York buying my goody-good cousin a pregnancy test? anyone?"
Hermione laughs, "Ha your so funny Wren...so tell me, how do you know so much about pregnancy tests huh"
Wren looks caught, "Oh yeah miss witchy spooky booby over here, tell me why you just didnt want to use a test from your world"
Hermione laughs, "Did you just call me a booby?" she now watches her cousin get annoyed. "Seriously?"
Wren makes a sarcastic laugh, "Yeah I did...booby booby booby BOOBY!" she turns and looks as another young women walks by snickering. Her face changes. "I like your shoes"
The other girl smiles, "Thank you..." then walks down the aisle.
Wren goes back to sarcastic evil in two seconds when she snaps her face towards Hermione, "BOOBY!"
Hermione cracks up laughing, "Bi polar much Wren"
Wren rolls her eyes, then smiles, "It's nice to have you back Mi"
Hermione's warm smile emerges, "Your presence makes me equally happy Wren..."
Then the smile is gone, "What now that your getting married you have to use big words around me"
Hermione knows she is joking and just plays along, "I have no idea what your implying"
"I'm implying that your using big words, with other people who use big words and then no one can friken understand you!"
Hermione huffs, "Is this beacuse I didn't ask you to be my maid-of-honor"
Wren goes into a dark mood, "No"
Hermione stares.
"Fine! Yes! I wanna be the one right behind you wearing that big pouffy ugly pistachio smoothie looking dress. I earned it!" Wren folds her arms like a child.
Hermione laughs, "Look, I can't just tell Ginny she can't be my maid-of-honor"
"Yes you can! Tell her 'look, your nice and all but my cousin is more important!'"
Hermione blinks, almost giving her a perfect outrageous Narcissa glare, "I will not, you are important....but Ginny was picked."
Wren looks frightened, for the first time in that whole night. "Okay...okay just don't give me that look again"
Hermione walks quietly away. Wren suddenly feels a bit of guilt. "Mi! MI! I'm sorry okay"
Hermione keeps walking.
Wren follows by her side....thinking she has just ruined the mood.
They stops and Hermione looks at her. Silent. Then busts out laughing.
Wren laughs, "Thank GOD! I thought Narcissa Malfoy had turned you into a beefy jerk with a tiffany diamond rattle cracked up her butt"
Hermione can't hold it anymore. She lets out a deep laugh.
Wren stops and then turns acorner, "Offf to the liqour aisle!"
After the crusade down the candy aisle, then the toy aisle then the liqour aisle. They stop to pay.
The lady looks up and gives an annoyed glare. Tiny petite Wren is sitting in the cart and Hermione who is just as petite is pushing.
The lady chews her gum and has the demeanor of a true New Yorker. She reads a tabloid that declares some popstar is cheatng on her model boyfriend.
Hermione puts all the stuff on the counter and looks over the crap with a huff...Wren had gone crazy. Wren gets out of the cart and then slips back on her heels.
The lady pops her gum and with a deep New York accent says, "Is that all"
Hermione nods. The girl begins to ring up the items. She looks confused as she rings up pregnancy tests, then Liqour, then barbie dolls then candy...then hair dye.
"Wait!" Wren gives a giggle, then throws in a box of neon colored condoms, "For me!"
Once the lady had rung it up and Hermione looks in her purse for her wallet, the cashier looks from Wren on her cell to Hermione, "You look exactly like Hermione Granger"
Hermine looks up and smiles, "I get that alot"
The cashier warms up a bit, "Well if I were you i'd be playing that card...totally going into Saks fifth avenue and putting it on the tab"
Wren looks up excited, "Wait she can...I mean that Granger girl can do that!"
The girl look goes into a gossip face, "Yeah, the Malfoy name can get anything here in New York...their name is their credit card. Most of the time they don't even have to pay for it. Lucky bitches"
Hermione looks nervous as she looks through her purse. She trys to make it less obvious that she was holding a chanel bag and looking for a chloe wallet. She slowly pulls out a fifty dollar bill, instead of bringing out her hundred dollar bills.
Wren covers for her, "Isnt that your last fifty...Sarah"
Hermione hands it over to the chasier. Then turns toward her cousin, "Yeah...I've been working the poles so its all good."
(The buttons on my phone are worn thin, I don't think I knew the chaos I was getting in- Why by Secondhand serenade.)
Hermione sits there. In her childhood bedroom sitting room. It was dark as she stares out into the night. Her french doors open. The same doors Draco had gone through to get her back.
His words echo in her head over and over.
'No Mione, I want children, but I mean it is just┘just early were not even married yet'
She waits in the quiet as Wren was off in her actual bedroom. Doing God knows what.
She waited for the test...her nerves on end. Slowly promising to herself that if she weren't she'd be cautious. She'd care more. She wouldn't slip again.
She still had to finish school. She still had the wedding. She also had the album...
Then again, a baby wouldn't be so bad. She remembered the ghost like image from a few nights ago. It haunts her just like a ghost. Sometimes she can hear a baby giggle.
Other times she hears pitter-patter. Yet, it could be her nerves worried over the tests result.
She looks at the pictures of her and Draco. There wasn't much light but enough from the moon, it glimmers and for a second inthe reflection she thought she saw a whisp of blonde hair.
It was her imagination.
She thinks of a minature Draco.
A baby that will cling to her, and probably have the Malfoy smirk down and packed right from the womb. A Baby who will be fed with a silver-spoon. Her baby. One that will like to play with his food, heaven forbid that his father still does to this day. One that will love story-time beacuse his mother loves books. One that will excell at anything he trys.
Then, she thought of a minature of her self...a girl.
A little girl that will no doubt have Draco's features. Her mother's brain. She will like the rain like her mother. Want to be with her parents when it storms.
Make funny faces for no apparent reason, like her father. One that will read a book and color in it, like Hermione used to do. A girl that is as mixed and beautiful as they come.
Babies...wait. Babies....no. Babies...maybe. Babies...ready? Babies...are you there? Babies...imaginary or holding my hand? You make it hard to smile beacuse you make it hard to breathe.
She changes thoughts once again. Afraid to get excited and hopeful and forget what she had at stake.
Her career. Her medic career. Had she even thought it over? It's what she wanted since....forever.
Then why did she sign the record deal?
Oh crap....the record deal. It was so simple when she was stupid and in love. Now she was in love, stupid and...getting smarter. She admitts to herself she wished she could have stayed stupid. Ironic coming from a bookworm.
A tear rolls down. The wedding. Right now, more then anything she wanted Draco with her. To tell him that she...he...they might have just made something together. They had possibly made a baby. She was nervous though. She knew he would make a great dad, there was no doubt. However, he had told her he wanted to wait...
Now, she wasn't so sure. What was she supposed to say, 'hey Draco, I know you wanted to wait till after we were married. So since were getting married in four months, how about 5 months till the baby comes'
She knew he was possesive. It was probably beacuse he didnt want to share her with kids yet....typical Draco.
She looks at her phone, starts to dial. Then closes the phone. Another deep breath. She dials again...then hangs up and turns her phone on silent. Alone with herself again, she lets out a sob.
Wren comes in and is laughing, holding a cup of yellow liquid and a stick out the top of it, "Hey Mione I got a joke for ya"
Hermione wipes her eyes and asks, "What"
Wren contiues, "Why can't witches have babies?"
Hermione blinks.
"BEACAUSE THERE HUSBANDS HAVE HOLLOW-WEENIES!" She keeps cracking up laughing. "Get it? beacuse...halloween....witches?"
Hermione stares at her, that was lame...however her nerves are dying.
Wren sips the yellow liquid.
Hermione looks disgusted.
Wren laughs, "Its apple juice!" she giggles.... "Ha! you totally thought I was drinking your pee!"
Hermione gets up, "I think we should go check mine"
Wren follows, "doodadoodadoooooo"
Hermione walks into the bathroom and grabs the stick. She sits on the toilet and closes her eyes.
Wren walks in, "So"
Hermione looks up, "I'ts positive"
Wren jumps up and down and then does a dance, while Hermione looks petrified.
Suddenly Wren makes a clumsy move and ends up bumping over a pink box. She picks it up. Suddenly her face goes serious.
Hermione looks up and has tears in her eyes...
Wren looks at her cousin, "Yeah...Houston we have a problem..." there was no joking in her voice. So not like Wren.
Hermione wipes the tears, "What do you mean"
Wren looks up and bites her lip, "This isn't your pregnance test. Yours was in a blue box"
Hermione looks at the other one on the other counter. She had thought Wren had moved it. She guessed not. She grabs it and looks at it. Negative.
Not pregnant.
Hermione lets out a giggle....thank God. She looks at Wren, "Then whose test is that"
Wren looks at it then to her cousin, "mine..." she had taken it as a joke, now she was screwed.
(Dad come find me...I'm in aisle sixty-nine right next to the tampons and condoms! Dad...PLEASE!- jordangarnett1 at youtube.)
Hermoine walks into Draco's apartment at 3am. Glad to be back. After spending the weekend with Narcissa and then at her old home.
It was like a re-start. More protection, and more persepective. Her grades, wedding and album came first instead of having fun.
She looks around the apartment. Same ol same. She whistles, "Joey"
Theres silence. She wonders if Blaise had taken him for a walk or just got tired of sitting and took him home with him.
Suddenly out of the dark came a big blob of lard with fur.
Hermione smiles, "Hey buddy..." she rubs his ears and smiles, "How about breakfast"
The dog wags his tale and waddles from side to side.
She slips off her hills and walks into the kitchen. He follows.
She fixed herself a bowl of fruit loops and watches Joey eat a bowl of leftovers.
She looks at her planner. "Well Joey, If I have to go on a diet....so do you"
Hermione looks over and sees the dog moving his bowl across the floor as he trys to get every bit of kibble he can.
She grabs a doughnut and lifts it like a toast, "Here here buddy! I'm with you." She takes a bite.
She couldn't sleep. She starts some wedding details. Then finishes the seating arrangements. Then finishes the orders of food.
She starts some music lyrics...then puts it away. Nothing came to mind.
She starts to study, gets a few assignments done. Then suddenly she feels sleepy.
5am.
she closes her eyes.
A kiss came to her neck. She opens her eyes. It was blurry and half dark and half light.
She looks up and licks her dry lips. Her hair in her face.
Draco is behind her. He whispers, "Have you slept at all"
She squints, "What time is it?"
He kisses her forehead and shushes her. Wrapping his arms around her, "You need to go to bed"
She opens her eyes. She hope he didn't mean he wanted nookie. She wasn't in the mood right now.
In fact she hadn't given it any thought if she should tell him about the whole pregnancy scare. It was negative....why would she tell him?
More importantly...how would he react?
She takes a deep breath.
He starts to rub her shoulders. "You okay"
She decided to lie. "Yeah..." she lets out a yawn and stretches. "I'm just...tired"
He smirks and gets close to her ear, "What has kept you busy this time?"
He means that sincerly. Hermione always found something to do when he was gone.
She takes a deep breath, "Wren came over and wanted to goof around so..." she looks at the sun rising over the city, "We went to a drugstore and bought a bunch of crap and then stayed up"
He lets out a deep laugh, "What type of crap?"
She smiles and bites her lip, she was going to tell him.
He thought she wasn't going to answer. So he says, "The trip was crazy. My friend Ricco had his kids call every five minutes....annoying kids really. So what did you buy?" he walks towards the large fridge.
Hermione frowns, "Well anyway we bought a bunch of liqour and then played with dolls..."
He turns and drinks out of the carton of oarnge juice, "Dolls?"
Hermione shrugs, "You know Wren"
"Isn't she the girl who went to jail for swimming in some fountain"
"Yep, she was drunk"
"Oh, well lovely...get arrested? Or do anything your not telling me"
How about pee on a stick to find out if you knocked me up?
"Nope, just hung out....same ol same"
He kisses her cheek, "You should head to bed, I'm going to take Joey for a walk"
She nods and walks away down the hall then into the bedroom. She hits the sheets and hears the door close behind them.
She closes her eyes. Hoping sleep will find her.
The nerves have made a comeback.
However she has come to one relization. Joey is her only child for now. Also it hits her that Wren is pregnant.
Wren a mum?
Hermione's head suddenly hurts.
She closes her eyes. She needed some sleep.
(Unspoken)
In this corner of my mind. I write a story that is not like its kind.
Magic and spells find my heart.
This lie that will tear you apart.
A lie that destroyes like Lye.
Unspoken words go bye.
Unspoken.
Unspoken.
Deep in the cranny of my soul.
Theres my pink heart turning to a dark black coal.
Unspoken.
These words I know exsist, they are lost in my misdt.
unspoken.
Dare me to do anything. Like a childish game.
Truth is what scares me, for these words stay the same.
unspoken.
Take my leap of love towards you as a token.
For these words are to be.
spoken.
(silent)
Her class was longer, however for the first time in this subject she had all the answers right. The reproductive organ lessons and then sexual intercourse 101.
Her professor asked people, and they would blush. Hermione raised her hand and answered all of them. Of course she knew all of them.
It would end up in a tabloid by monday. Come on , desperate medi-students looking for a good buck so they can afford cable and mac and cheese and beer. She could see it now, 'Malfoy Bride not only educated in wealth.' or 'Malfoy Bride wasn't in playwizard for nothing.'
She takes a deep breath. Closes her eyes. Deep breath.
She looks down at the paper.
She needed to get used to the tabloids.
(At least I can fit in my dress now.)
She looks at herself. Her hands go to her chest. The lace cascades to her body like a diamond does to her delicate skin.
This was it. The dress.
She never believed there was a fairytale dress. It was some stupid rumor she thought a bride made up. She didn't want to be some cliche bride...
But this dress....this dress was amazing. Like It was made for her. The lace comes from her corset down to her train. It was a princess cut dress and she really did feel like a princess.
Her mother stares, "You look beautiful."
She turns, "Really?" She looks at her mother, "Beacuse I feel like...like I'm going to be causing a commotion...you know like every one will stare at me." she lets out a laugh.
Her mother takes out a long cathedrial veil and places it on her head. "Your going to be the center of attention for a long time."
Hermione turns and looks back in the mirror. "You mean...I havn't been?"
(ha!)
Author's note: That's it. Btw, unspoken was written by me! No copyright.