Chapter 12
Narcissa scowled. She had to miss just everything didn't she? One week at her new home and she misses her son getting mated, his awful proposal and the discovery of Hermione's pregnancy. For goodness sake that boy knew how to do revenge!
"Please tell me he at least got down on one knee!" she pleaded to Theo. He was dressed as a 18th century gentleman and looked the part with her chine cup of tea which he drank with his proud pinkie sticking out. The view of her new stables did not help the image look more modern. He lightly stirred his tea with his spoon and tapped it three times gently on the side making a soft ring.
"No. I believe he didn't really propose at all in fact! It was more of…a mutual agreement. It was after all just after they discovered she was with child and one does not simply abandon one's lover. No not at all! Especially if the duo are very much in love."
"Yes Mr Nott I do agree," Narcissa alone knew of Theo's love of theatre and dressing up and usually played alone with his games of being old fashioned as long as he didn't start sounding like a Shakespeare play. They were easy to understand written down and studied however when said the full meaning does not usually make perfect sense and normal Theo didn't always do that!
"I was very disappointed indeed when I received the letter of instructions for the wedding as it went against my entire plan. Maggie Sottero is no longer an option. She has fantastic dresses however far too statement for a small classic wedding. I of course met with Miss Granger the next day and attempted to persuade her to rethink the entire operation however she was adamant it continue. She also had a date in mind. She does not have faith in my organisation skills or my contacts as she rejected the idea of having the wedding next week. She wants it after her schooling is at an end as she will have no noticeable changes in appearance due to the child aside from swollen breast and a rather healthy glow which is an advantage anyway. Draco of course abides her every whim."
"As he should. The day of the wedding is and always will be in the woman's importance. It is after all her day Theodore."
"Yes I know but I want it my way!" he had switched back to modern English. Theo was sulking you see. His entire plan had been ruined and Ginny still was a little peeved at him and the chances of him sleeping with either Draco or Harry were getting slimmer by the day.
"You can still help her. And I wouldn't say she wants a classic wedding but an elegant wedding without too much…statement to use the word you used earlier. Find her a simple yet unique dress and the manor can do its usual splendour. We have more time to get the invites done, the music, the cake and Hermione's make-up. You will have hours more time to spend planning this and I'm sure you can convince Draco to let you take charge a bit if you say Hermione can't do it all herself as she will get stressed and that might harm the child so relax." Theo took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Life was so hard if it wasn't going your way which it usually was.
"Plus you still have the honeymoon to organise for them," Theo's eyes snapped open.
"Excuse me fair lady but what was that melody that just flowed from you mouth?" Narcissa raised one eyebrow.
"In my day the maid of honour and the best man would organise the honeymoon for us and tell us on the day of the wedding. I assumed you were best man." Theo stood up a glint in his eyes
"I had better be or you will only be having one grandchild I'm afraid."
Hermione felt so much better already. She had mated Draco taking away a heavy weight on her shoulders she didn't know was even there, she had had sex with him getting rid of all the anxiety leaving her grinning for days, she was pregnant which gave her a purpose, an aim and for the first time in her life she started wondering about how it was going to look, what they would name it, whether it would be a boy or a girl but most importantly she was reunited with her books.
Before she could plan the baby's room, the things it would need, even naming the child she had to actually give birth. Something she knew nothing about. And because of her inability to read ahead with the veela mating she had felt lonely without her craze but now it had returned in full swing. She also forgot to mention how much she loved the Malfoy library. She had a massive stack of books all to do with pregnancy, giving birth and how to actually care for the baby after it was born, then a year old, then 2 years old and so on. Many of them had never been read and you could still smell the new book smell on them. She loved the smell of books.
She decided to start from the beginning of the process; getting pregnant. She had already jumped that hurdle but it was interesting. She had even gone into town with Draco to buy even more books and special rolls of parchment and books so she could write notes. Draco had insisted she buy the more expensive range of non-blister quills too as well as non-paper-cut paper. She thought he was going over the top. He didn't.
But she had to admit they had been useful as well as the special chair he got for her back, a special jumper that kept her arms and hands at a constant healthy warm temperature in the cold library and a special platter of food and drink which kept a large range of food and drink fresh and available at all times so she wouldn't skip meals which was something she tended to do.
There wasn't as much as she had hoped there would be in the getting pregnant section of her first book but really the only advice it had given was have sex loads during this particular point and do it in a position which will help the sperm reach their goal via the aid of gravity. That much she could figure out herself.
She had begun reading the growth of the foetus when she felt his anger. Draco had quickly popped out to get something and as soon as he apparated into the entrance hall three floors under on the polar opposite side of the manor his presence simply slotted into her mind and his emotions wondered in.
When he walked into the library he was scowling deeply but at least he wasn't shouting like he had done while climbing the stairs. Hermione arose from her chair and slid into his arms hoping to comfort him. She did. He took a long draft of her hair and relaxed. All she knew right now was he was angry at something that affected them both. She looked up into his face her eyes speaking her question.
"I met Billy Ciser in Diagon alley and we started chatting, he's the one working in the law enforcement section of the ministry, anyway I started mentioning that you were very interested in law and joining the ministry and one thing led to another and he commented about you and I getting married then having children. I then joked slash hinted about child then marriage and he said there was some ridiculous law that says if a couple discovered a child before marriage the child is not entitled to its full form of rights and heritage for when its parents died."
"But that means…"
"Our child…" Hermione looked up at him crest fallen.
"But that's ridiculous. A law such as that goes against modern society completely. What about single parents or those who do not wish to marry?"
"That's what I said except in different language. I ended up having to modify his memory." Hermione was shocked. He hadn't actually done that had he? That could get into some serious trouble. Billy was an important member of the ministry!
"I had no choice Hermione. He had guessed you were pregnant and I will not have such a thing done to my child. I am very good with memory spells, learning from…many talented teachers but I refuse to allow any child of mine to live a life without his heritage. What will he or she come too when we die?" Hermione pressed her face into his shoulder. She understood him but still didn't enjoy what he did. Maybe she was being prejudge for having broken so many rules especially when she Ron and Harry had infiltrated the ministry to get the locket from Umbridge (who was now banned from working in the ministry or around children or in a position where she had power to deal out punishment; Thank you harry).
"We need to get married. Soon too." Draco told her. He didn't want to tell her because as much as she didn't want a large wedding she wanted a wedding at least. They only had a week left of the Easter holidays and she didn't want to rush thing, that much he knew. She didn't really want to talk about it. It was late and she was tired. She could deal with it (it mostly being Theo) tomorrow. But something amazing happened during sleep. Something she loved. As soon as she woke up the answer popped into her head.
She sat up energy rushing through her veins as she climbed over her newest hurdle. Metaphorically that meant the wedding issue but physically that meant Draco. She climbed on top of him a huge grin spread across her face as she felt a stirring need awaken as she rubbed her dampening panties again him. Draco suffered a groan as he woke up pleasant feeling beginning in his groin. As he woke up more the pleasant feeling turned into a rock hard ache. He growled animally as his mate leaned down and kissed him all the while moving her hips slowly round and round. God she was such a tease.
She nipped at his lip just the way he liked getting his taste into her mouth and moaning. He was like dark chocolate so sinfully bad yet incredibly good but again very, very bad. Yum. Draco ran his hands up her body all the way from her legs to her hardening nipples. He leaned forwards and bit them through the silk material of his silk night gown. Hermione gave a low moan gripping his legs tightly still rocking her hips slowly refusing to go faster no matter how much he urged with his body or how much he screamed it in his head.
Finally he had had enough, he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over, leaning over her so she had no choice but to lie there and obey. He quickly disposed of her nighty and his own sleepwear gripping her hips and hauling them up so her legs circled his hips. With no time to spare he thrust into her. Hermione screamed in pleasure as he drilled her, taking her so fast it was as if something had exploded in her. She was on the edge very soon and bit him hard on the shoulder as she had a heavenly orgasm triggering her mates. She collapsed down on the bed gasping happily.
"Not that I mind, at all, but what's the celebration?" Draco panted.
"I've figured out the answer to our problem and when I tried to get out of bed you were in the way and I landed on top of you, I just made good use of that." Draco approved, he heavily approved.
"Well what's this wonderful answer?"
"We get married," Hermione said bluntly. Draco pinked her lightly catching her tease. Where he pinched her was a different matter and after another lovely round of morning sex she finally explained.
"My parents decided to register before they had the actual wedding so they would officially be married but could hold the wedding a few months later. We go to the ministry, register our marriage without all the fuss of an audience, white dress and so on and claim the child was conceived during our celebration. After all I am what 3 days pregnant? I'm not even sure the foetus had implanted itself in my womb yet."
"But I thought you wanted a wedding," Draco murmured running his fingers up and down her back.
"I do Draco. We just register now and marry after then end of school. We only have 3 months left and I won't have a baby bump by then and it gives us time to organise everything and the teachers won't need to read my name in register as Mrs Hermione Malfoy."
"Actually you would because we would be technically married-"
"I only change my name after I walk down the aisle and say 'I do' till then I'm a Ganger till the end. The last Granger by the way." Draco smiled sadly for her; he knew how she missed her parents and how difficult it was right now for her to commit to a life without work.
"All we need are witnesses."
"Well that should be easy enough."
"Of course I'll be a witness! Though I'm not sure about Harry, he's spending time with Ron right now and I don't think he'd like it if Harry just abandoned him for Draco Malfoy." Hermione nodded understanding.
"He doesn't need to be there for the registering, as long as he comes to the big thing."
"Oh trust me he wouldn't dare miss it." Hermione laughed. She was having yet another good day.
"You need to wear something nice to the ministry at least. Come on, I'm sure you've got at least one nice dress you haven't worn that Theo bought you." Hermione hadn't used any of the outfits actually, preferring her own clothes which were perfectly adequate in her opinion. Plus the things Theo got her were all too dressy to wear round the house.
They were trying on her third outfit ( a rather tight red bodycon dress which didn't leave much to the imagination made modest with tights and a nice blazer) when Draco returned. He was feeling extremely confused.
"What happened?" she asked lightly examining herself in the mirror as Ginny did her hair. The outfit was far too slaggy for getting married in but it was fun to try on.
"I told Theo and he suddenly just blew off at me. Started shouting about not getting down on one knee and then about our honeymoon and that if the world of romance had been left with us it would die in a day or something like that." Ginny laughed.
"He's just a bit upset right now. He had your entire relationship planned and slowly those plans are just slipping down the drain."
"He needs to remember that it is my wedding."
"How do I explain this? You know that show you showed me 'Friends', well you know Monica?"
"Theo's the male version of Monica?"
"Theo's the male bisexual version of Monica." Suddenly Hermione understood.
Pansy sat at the window her tea on her lap. She had been furious about Weasley's failure to come up with a plan in time for Draco and the mudblood leaving. But what could she do now? Back home she felt a little bit more content, a bit more relaxed. Here she didn't need to hold up all her appearances so it was acceptable to sometimes come downstairs without blusher, bronzer and lip gloss on. But lip gloss was something she wanted to wear. She heard a scream upstairs but ignored it. Mother had started bring her 'clients' home, so at first her nights had been sleepless but soon it became almost typical.
She took another draft of her mint tea. Mint was good; it was tasty and good for her skin. She had also decided to drink a litre of water every day to wash out all those bad toxins. Celery also became a food she insisted to eat more.
The door opened and the new house-elf came in. She didn't remember its name but she was sure…yes that was definitely a boy.
"Daily profit for you, miss." She snatched it out of his hands.
"Wear gloves next time when giving me something," She snapped dismissing him. The house elf bowed and left quickly. She scanned the front page and…nothing interesting. She flicked to the gossip section of the paper. She didn't know what it was actually called. She froze when she read the first line.
The new, much awaited Mrs Malfoy!
Pansy shot up her tea spilling all over the floor.
Today was the day of the final tie between veela mates Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. The couple apparated hand in hand right in front of the new ministry fountain and released a lily flower charmed never to wither into the memorial fountain to remember those lost in the war against You- know- who before getting registered to officially become man and wife. With them were friends Theodore Nott and Ginerva Weasley who are Maid of Honour and Best man at their wedding which is to take place July this year sometime after their graduation from Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The couple will still have the wedding even though registered however Miss Granger, one of the golden trio and best friend of Harry Potter, will only be taking the Malfoy name after walking down the aisle in a white dress. "I just can't imagine teachers at Hogwarts calling me Mrs Malfoy instead of Miss Granger," says Hermione as she briefly spoke to our reporter a blissful smile on her face, "No matter how much I love Draco or how loyal I am to him my time at Hogwarts I will always be known as Granger." That earned a well-earned chuckle from Draco who believes and understands Hermione's need to be a little independent. The entire wizarding world is delighted for the two who in past days had been mortal enemies yet put their differences behind them and found love. This change from true hate to true love has certainly been a scandal as well as a very rare true love story. "When I first found out they were mates I was more than a bit shocked however now I can see how perfect they are for each other. All those years of teasing, spite and tension has only made their relationship all that more chemical. You will not find someone as protective as Draco and you will not find someone who can out wit, outsmart or out beauty Hermione especially in Draco's eyes. No one, no matter how hard they try, will be able to when him off Hermione Granger because it may not look like it but she does have claws," said Ginny Weasley, girlfriend of Harry Potter.
Pansy scowled. She-weasel was talking to her, she just knew it.
After saying goodbye we watched the couple. The ceremony was very short but finished with a burning kiss that could send shivers down to everyone toes, even the most heartless men. Rings were exchanged, no worries, however it is rumoured that Mr Malfoy is going to produce a ring that will outshine even the most beautiful rings. People suspect that Draco will produce his great-great grandmother's ring, who's emerald is the size of a knut and three rows of diamonds surrounding it embedded on a platinum base shaped into the look of two snakes. A stunning ring but will it clash with Miss Granger's Gryffindor colours? One must wait to find out. She was wearing a rather stunning red Sass & Bide dress which many thought was the reason for Draco, constantly, nuzzling her neck however according to Theodore Nott, Hermione's neck had become Draco's new obsession and hobby. We hope the best for the two of them and perhaps we may even see a few new Malfoy's coming into the world very soon. One can only hope! Skeeter Junior.
What a vindictive, disgusting, revolting vixen! Married! Already! So this was her plan all the time? To get her hands on Draco's money! She would need it now her muggle parents killed themselves like the idiots they are! She threw the article on the floor. It was so cliché!
This change from true hate to true love has certainly been a scandal as well as a very rare true love story
How ridiculous! True love hardly exists at all. Marriage exists. But marriages can be broken.
Narcissa slowly climbed up the stairs her hair and cloak blowing in the wind and her handbag clutched between her fists. She didn't need to knock on the door for them to know she was here, she had sent an owl earlier to warn them. It was disgustingly colder inside the building then it was out, luckily she had brought gloves. She sped quickly through the correct procedures, why was she here, who had she come to see, how long did she want to stay?
She was led to the back of the room through a small, but thick, metal door into an extremely long corridor. At the end of the corridor she was led into a lift and went right to the bottom. It was darker down here, far more morbid. She paced alone another cold corridor and stopped just from the end.
"Lucius," she said. She was met with his gruelling white face twisted into anger.
"I'll kill you," he all but whispered. He didn't have much strength to talk let alone shout.
"I'm sure you will," she brushed of as if he had just said 'I'm going to feed he cat' and sat on a stool. She didn't speak just looked at him as if waiting for something.
"Why are you here?" She pursed her lips. She didn't know if she wanted to cause Lucius more pain or not. He had made her life miserable, punishing her for the most trivial mistakes and all but raping her whenever he felt the need but worse of all corrupting her son.
"Our son is married," she told him simply. It made him pause, his eyes darling round his empty cell thinking. He didn't speak.
"They register yesterday in the ministry. There will be a wedding but only after he's left Hogwarts around July I expect."
"To who?"
"I approve of the marriage. They are very suited for each other. Did you know that Draco is a male veela? It comes from your side of the family. One of the first male veela's in decades but what is really shocking was he found his mate only a few weeks after coming into inheritance. That's who he married."
Lucius simply waited. He knew his wife she would get to the point eventually and the more you shouted and screamed at her the more she would delay so he controlled himself. Barely.
"It was shocking really when I found out but McGonagall," Lucius gave a growl, "issued them a suit for them because having separated bedroom made it difficult. They would sneak out every night practically just waiting to get caught. You've met her. In Draco's second year, in that bookshop. Hermione Granger." With that Narcissa got up and left to the shouts and screams of her husband. She had done what she wanted to do and she was cold because of it.
The mated couple burst into the room, their lips locked, their hands gripping. Draco picked her up and dropped her on the bed towering over her, panting like a predator. She was panting too her hair spread around and messy, her arms above her head and her eyes teasing and tempting him.
He grinned taking the bottom of his shirt and throwing it over his head. He loved how her eyes lit up when he did that so he could truly see her love and lust for him. He crawled towards her on all fours preparing her for some, good animalistic sex. He ran his up her legs across her hips and up her torso. He dipped his head to run his tongue into her belly button. Belly. Stomach. Tummy. Baby. And with that thought the mood was broken.
Hermione sighed frustrated as Draco rolled next to her throwing him arm over his eyes. "There wasn't a problem this morning," Hermione said.
"This morning it never occurred to me." Hermione sighed again and stood up walking to the bathroom. No sex for nine months. Think of the outcome Draco told himself.
"I don't think it would hurt the baby."
"I'm not taking any chances." Draco instantly replied without really thinking about it. It turned out he was protective over the baby too. Draco sat up. Hermione was leaning against the door frame her arms crossed over her chest looking at the floor. She felt rejected even though she knew he didn't mean it like that.
"Come here," he said stretching him arms out which she gladly entered. He leaned down curling her up with him. "We've going to have a baby," he said stroking her belly lightly. "We're going to be parents." Hermione turned her head and ran her nose up his jaw in affection. He nuzzled her right back.
They were going to be parents.
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