A/N: OK! Well. I love all of your reviews! And I am very sorry for all of my misspelled words and/or awkward phrasing! I will try harder this time! :) I know, it was very abrupt when Hermione all of a sudden found out she was pregnant. Just hang on though. It gets a little more interesting. Plot twists ensue! And I'm so sorry for just falling off the face of the Earth. A LOT has happened since my last post.
Chapter 11: Holding Onto Nothing
Hermione stared at the ceiling for what seemed like ages. Not caring that Draco and Rosemary were waiting for her return. She just couldn't face them right now. How could this have happened? Then again shagging like rabbits couldn't help the situation. All the fault wasn't hers alone. It takes two to tango, or so they say.
Pressure bulit up in her chest. A sufficating feeling sank in on her. The room seemed to be getting smaller.
'Calm down, Hermione! Get a grip. No sense in passing out and then having to explain why to them. Think. Think!'
She sat with her back against the door for a few more minutes. A soft tapping rang through the empty bathroom. "Hermione? Are you alright?" Draco's calm voice shook her from her thoughts. "Y-yes. I'm fine. Just not feeling very...perky right now. Can you see if she can come back tomorrow. I'd really like to just rest for a while."
"Oh. I'll see what I can do. Do you need anything? I can fetch a house elf if you need."
"Draco. We've been over this. I'm not going to subject those poor creatures into taking care of me. I'm a perfectly able adult who can fetch for myself." Hermione could hear him chuckle while he stepped away from the door. She still had to think of a plan. Who could she talk to? Ginny. Nope bad idea. Ron and Harry would be all over her and today was just not the day. Narcissia. No, bad idea again. She'd have a fit and Draco would find out.
Her mum. Why didn't she think of her first. She would sneak out to see her mum. Shaking her head she stood and looked back in the mirror. It was pitiful that she would have to sneak out of her husband's house. Her husband's house. This wasn't her home. Her small and cozy flat was her home. It held all of her pictures, books, and memories. Maybe she would stop by and see her flat for a while. She needed some new changes in clothes. And it was ready for a good cleaning. Dust would be settled every where by now.
Sighing she closed her eyes. Maybe she should tell Draco. She wouldn't be that long surely. He probably won't even notice she's gone. Waving her wand she aparated out of Malfoy Manor. The familiar tug behind her navel that used to make her sick, felt calming on her nerves. She hadn't practiced a lot of magic since moving. It felt good. Landing a block away, in a small alley, from her parents home, Hermione peeked around the corner to make sure the coast was clear.
The sun was hiding behind fat fluffy clouds. A light blanket of snow covered the ground. Shivering against the wind, she cursed herself for not preparing for this trip better. Though it was a spur of the moment kind of thing. Hurrying along the sidewalk, she tried to keep from drawing attention to herself. Her childhood neighbors had always been noisy. Reaching the familar door, she didn't even bother knocking. Quickly opening the door and shutting it behind her, she sank to the floor out of breath.
"Darling, is that you?" Jean Granger walked from the kitchen holding a cup of tea. "Hermione! Dear, what are you doing here?" Hermione burst into tears as she stared up at her mother. "Mum! I-I don't know what to do! It's all just a me-mess! It wasn't supposed to happen like th-this!"
"Dear you're talking in circles. What are you going on about?" Sitting her cup down, she kneeled down next to her sobbing daughter. "What's happened? Has Draco, hurt you? He's not beaten you has he? I don't care if he is a Wizard. I'll string him from the highest tree!"
"No mum. He hasn't beaten me. Mummy...I'm late."
"You're never late. You get that from your father." Shaking her head, Hermione, laid her head over on her mothers shoulder. "I think I'm pregnant mum. I just can't be." She looked up to her mothers knowing face, as she smiled down at her daughter. "I think we need to take a trip."
"Mum, I don't want to go anywhere. I wan't to disapper into the floor but I don't think that will happen anytime soon." Hermione closed her eyes and breathed deep, dreed and anxiety creeping it's ugly way through her again. "I think I'm going to be sick."
"I felt the same way when I found out about you to dear. It's normal. Your father and I were even trying to get pregnant, but there's always that nagging feeling in the back of your mind; Will I be good enough? Am I going to even be able to raise this child past infancy without damaging it mentally? Every mother feels the same way dear. Trust me. You'll be asking yourself these questions for the rest of your life. I know I do." Jane Granger laid a reassuring hand on her daughters shoulder. Deep down the rational side of Hermione knew that this was the end of how she had planned her life. But then again a different future might be nice.
Meanwhile back at the Burrow...
Ron Weasley sat at his mothers kitchen table flipping through the Daily Prophet. Another worthless page with meaningless drabble spread across it. Huffing he threw the paper across the room and slammed his fist on the table. Everyone wanted to talk about Hermione and that ferret. No one ever asked anything or talked about him when he got married. He was part of the Golden Trio. And Hermione was supposed to be his. She was supposed to be his girl.
Now he was stuck with his wife, Lavendar Brown. Merlin what had his life become. It was degrading walking around town knowing that people know. He should've been with Hermione. He should've never cheated on her. But his ego had gotten the best of him. He was a member of the Golden trio, everyone wanted him. Women wanted him, men wanted to be him.
Lavendar watched him from the other end of the table. She knew he resented the fact that they were married. He only ever touched her when he had to. Once a week. And only because he was obligated. "Won-won? There's something I want to talk to you about..."
"What?!" He didn't mean to yell. All the anger he had been feeling was creeping up into him. "Well...I was just thinking...I know that you want her, Hermione. And I think I know a way you can have her..."
"What are you on about, you crazy bitch?" He looked at her like she had grown three heads. Lavendar stood and walked over to him. She sat on the edge of the table and leaned down to where only he could hear her say, "I know how you can have your cake and eat it to. I know how to get Hermione, and you can do whatever you want with her. As long as you come home to me every night."
"Go on..." Smirking, Lavendar, whispered her plan into her husbands ear. His smile grew larger and larger the more she went on with her elaborate plan. He was beginning to like his wife. She was looking out for him. She cared. Taking her hand he held onto it for dear life. He knew what he wanted. And now she was going to help him get it. Hermione Granger-Malfoy, would be his. His to do with what he pleased. And everyone would think that the ferret had killed her. Yes yes. This could work. He could make this work.
Ronald Weasley would have everything he wanted. And cake. He would have cake and eat it too. An evil smirk spread across both of their faces. This would be a long game but...they were patient. This would be his greatest achivement.
Hermione would come to love him. He just knew she would. His plan was layed out, he would make love to her like he used to. She always liked when he made love to her. This was the happiest day of his life. And his wife would make him even happier. Yes. Life was...perfect.
A/N: WELL! Here you go lovies. Over a year in the making. But I've finsihed it. I can't even tell you how wonderful it feels to write again. The muses have left me long ago. But I think I've maybe found some new ones! You all have been so supportive and stuck with me this long. I appreciate all over your comments and feed back. Again it really has been a rough year for me. But I hope you enjoy! -DDQ
