Alrighty, here is chapter 21/22. I decided to combine the two because obviously it would be to easy to assume what the next chapter was going to be and I realized that chapter 22 was only 3 pages long. So yeah. I've deprived you long enough.
And, the baby subject will come up a few more times but not in this chapter.
A kiss is a rosy
dot over the 'i'
of loving.
-Cyrano De Bergerac
The week went by fast for her and then the month flew by just as fast. She had dealt with many cases and too much paperwork. Elsa was in the process of teaching Blaise what to feed children and when the proper times were. Since he was so eager on proving to Hermione he could babysit on his own. He was slowly but surely understanding. Draco had received permission from Hermione to coach a little league quidditch team with Justin playing as long as he didn't get hurt.
The two spent a lot of time together. Even though Draco took her out on dates he knew that Justin had to tag along on most of the dates and he was fine with that. He enjoyed being around him, it made him feel like he was finally whole. He sometimes pretended in his own mind that whenever he and Hermione took Justin to the park that they were married and Justin was actually his own child.
That night that Justin asked if Draco would give his mother a baby festered on his mind a lot of the time. He was attracted to Hermione, more than just in a fling sort of way. On the nights he spent with her he could feel something in his chest, a feeling that he had never felt before. Especially on the nights that they had sex. He wanted to tell her but he had no idea how to describe the feeling. So he thought it would be better to not say anything.
Hermione sat in her office contemplating a big decision in her life. Blaise had just come to her with some news. She had forgotten but the elections for a new minister were coming up. She had the choice to stay another term or resign and let someone new fulfill her role.
"Well, I do enjoy being minister." She leaned back in her chair "I mean, knowing that I have the power to change the wizarding world to help people. But then again, I'm busy most of the time. I would love to spend more time with Justin and let Elsa spend more time with you."
Blaise nodded understandingly from across her desk "I'll stick by whatever decision you make. You know I won't be an assistant to anyone else."
"Thanks Blaise." She smiled
"So, how are you and Draco?"
"We're good." She grinned like a Cheshire cat
"What's with the smile?"
"Just thinking about how good he is with Justin."
"I don't know how he is. He's never been around children before."
"Really?"
Blaise nodded his head "You know, the way he looks at you and the way you talk about him, I just…" He trailed off
"You just what?"
"Elsa and I see it. You're in love with him."
"Oh please, Blaise." She laughed "Love?"
"I know you are going to deny it till the world ends but Elsa and I know you better than you probably know yourself."
"I'm not-"
He cut her off "See denial, you don't want to admit it because of your divorce. But you'll see it one day and you'll come to me saying that I was right."
Hermione laughed and packed up her belongings. "Are you coming tonight? It's Justin's first Quidditch game."
"Of course, I'm picking up Elsa in an hour or so. We'll meet you there."
"Sounds good." She smiled as he walked out. She wasn't far behind him and she headed home to get Justin ready
Draco had a rather busy day; he only spent half the day at work since there was only a small meeting to be held about the budget. He decided to take a walk down the old neighborhood of his before he became who he was now. Many of the old shops that sat on the street were closed; businesses obviously weren't doing so well. He remembered so many times entering some of them going over the memories he once had.
He walked past the restaurant he had once worked at and peered in. He decided not to go in since he didn't recognize anybody in there. He continued up the street, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans he passed one place; he stopped and peered into the window. A few people occupied some seats in a small clinic lobby. Believe it or not, he had a memory at this place too.
Draco trudged up the cobblestone streets after a long day of work. He was having a rough day, people weren't so eager to tip which mean money was going to be tight for the month. And quite possibly the next. He caught his reflection in the glass of a clinic. There was a poster in the window that read: We pay you to Donate. Please apply inside.
He needed money and he was willing to donate blood. He had plenty of it. He pushed open the door and realized that a few people were already inside waiting to be called to the back. He walked up to the nurse behind the counter.
"I'd like to apply to be a donor."
The nurse just stared up at him and then handed him a pen and a paper. "Please take a seat and fill that out to the best of your knowledge."
Draco took his seat; he spent a good fifteen minutes filling out the paperwork before handing it back over.
"A nurse will be out in a few minutes."
He waited another ten minutes before his name was called; he followed the male nurse through the door and into a small room. He watched as the nurse dug through a drawer for a minute before pulling out a cup.
"Bathroom is down the hall to the left. Caps are in the bathroom drawer. Seal it wipe it down and give it to me when you're done."
Draco eyed the man suspiciously "Am I supposed to do this myself?" He asked
"Well of course. You don't expect me to help do you?"
"Well, I very well can't draw my own blood."
"Mr. Malfoy, we aren't asking for a blood donation. Didn't you read the paperwork and the signs outside?"
"Yes, donors needed."
"Sperm donors."
"What?"
The nurse handed over the paperwork Draco filled out moments go and pointed to the fine print.
"Oh," Draco looked up at the man.
"There are magazines in the bathroom if you need help."
Without another word the man left Draco alone in the room. He hesitated for a minute but decided that he needed the money. He made his way down the hall and through the bathroom door. The man was right, there were magazines waiting for him if he needed help. Draco picked up the first one; it was a magazine for gay men. He quickly put it down and picked up one with a naked woman on the front. He flipped through a few pages getting a little aroused to the point where he forgot he was in a clinic.
He did his business, in a matter of time before capping the cup and wiping down like he was told. He exited the bathroom and found the male nurse chatting up a female nurse.
"Thank you. Marcy upfront will have your check waiting for you."
Draco headed back through the door to the front and found Marcy waiting for him "Thank you Mr. Malfoy for your donation, here is your check."
He looked at the check, six hundred pounds. That would help him out a lot.
"Now if your sperm is chosen you will receive another check, a portion of the check that was cut to the hospital for services."
He smiled; he wondered if his would ever be chosen.
In fact he was eventually chosen.
Draco stared at the people in the waiting room, no doubt some were there to be impregnated and some were there to donate. He pushed open the door and headed up to the counter. The lady at the desk looked up at him.
"Are you here to donate?"
"No, I want to ask something from you."
"And what would that be?"
"Would you happen to have a file that dates back six years ago?"
"Sir, patient files are strictly confidential."
"I can't even look at my own?"
"I'm sorry sir. But files from that long ago are stored at the hospital. We only keep files for a year."
"I'm willing to pay to get my hands on a file."
"Sir-"
He dug through his pockets and pulled out some muggle currency. He pulled out a thousand pounds. He pushed it towards her.
The nurse looked at the patients in the waiting room and then behind her to make sure no one was watching. She took the money and slid it into her purse by her feet.
"Meet me at the pub on 5th and Shellsburg tonight at nine. I'll bring you the file."
He wrote down the name of the file he wanted and slid it over to her "Thank you."
He left the clinic and headed down the street to apparate home. He needed to get ready before heading to Hermione's to pick up Justin for his first game. He grabbed a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans before heading back out. He apparated to her flat and knocked three times before entering. He poked his head in and looked around before bringing his whole body into the apartment. He heard Justin in his room and walked over to the room.
Hermione had clothes laid out for Justin and was now digging for socks.
"Draco!" Justin hugged him
"Hey there."
Hermione turned to look at him finally finding a pair of socks. She kissed him swiftly before handing Justin a pair of socks to put on.
"We are going to win!" Justin crammed his shoe on his foot.
Hermione smiled and wrapped her arms round Draco leaning into him
Draco watched as Justin slowly tried to tie his shoes. He chuckled at Justin who had his tongue sticking out as if it helped him.
"Would you like some help?" Draco asked
"No, I got it. Thank you." He finished his first shoe and moved onto the next.
"So polite." She smiled
"You taught him well."
"Cross over and under to make the bunnies head." Justin mumbled "Then make two bunny ears and cross and under and pull." Justin removed his hands and admired his work.
"Good job." Hermione smile
"Draco, is it time to leave yet?" He hopped down from his bed
"Pretty soon." He picked up Justin and Hermione stayed attached to his hip.
He looked over at the opposite wall. A mirror sat facing the doorway; he saw his reflection amongst theirs. He couldn't help but smile, they looked like a family. No doubt they acted like one when they were out in public
Draco had been an amazing coach; he led his tiny team to victory. They had reached 100 points in about an hour. Sure it was a little boring but they were there for the kid's excitement. He took the team to the local ice cream shop to celebrate before returning home with Hermione and Justin.
Harry and Ginny showed up to the game for a little bit before Hugo started to throw a fit. Blaise and Elsa stayed the whole game excitedly cheering on the team. Hermione had a good time, she was glad to see her son interact finally with some kids.
Justin was in the kitchen with Hermione and Draco having a nice family meal. Hermione had quickly whipped up some spaghetti and meatballs and sprinkled a little parmesan cheese on top.
"So, I don't know what to do, I mean I love being minister and all but I don't know if I can handle another term."
"If you were to choose not to be minister anymore, what would you do?" He asked her
"The other day when I was at Diagon Alley with Ginny I saw a flyer in the window of Flourish and Blotts. They need help."
"That would be fitting. You do love books."
She smiled "I would have more time to spend with Justin. And I could catch up on a lot of reading."
He chuckled "Reading, of course."
"I might just do that." She picked up the dishes from the table and set them in the sink.
After Hermione bewitched the dishes to clean themselves she put Justin to bed and curled up with Draco on the couch. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried is face in her curly hair taking in the smell of it. Every once in a while he would glance over at the clock. He had that meeting with the nurse from the clinic.
The two talked for the next hour about everything and nothing. Hermione was beginning to fall asleep. He escorted her to her room and tucked her into bed.
"Goodnight, my sweet." He kissed her and headed for the door.
"Draco." She yawned "You aren't staying?"
He smiled "I would love to. Let me run home and grab a few things. And I have to run by my office really quick. I left some paperwork unsigned. I'll be back in about thirty minutes, ok?"
She nodded her head and buried her head into her pillow. He turned out her lights and slowly shut the door behind him. One out of her flat he apparated just outside of the pub on 5th and Shellsburg. He entered the old musty pub. Smoke lingered at the entry way and he coughed a bit. He wandered a little farther in taking a look around the place. It wasn't the worst pub he had ever been in.
He finally spotted her; she was sitting in the corner with a glass of beer. She spotted him immediately and pulled out the file from her purse.
"Keep it, those are just copies." She pushed them into his hands
"Thank you."
"Now go before anyone realizes we are here."
He took her advice and hurried out of the small pub. He decided to head home to grab some clean clothes for tomorrow and read it there.
He entered his home seconds later and plopped down on the sofa and opened the file.
Hermione Jean Weasley
Birthdate: September 19th 1979
Today's date: October 26th 1998
Check the box for the reason you are here:
Check- In Vitro
Occupation: City worker
Family illnesses: N/A
Blood Type: A Negative
Draco flipped through some more pages and fond nothing. He then flipped to the last. He immediately recognized the handwriting.
Draco Lucius Malfoy
Birthdate: June 5th 1980
Today's Date: September 4th 1998
Check the box for the reason you are here:
Check- Donor
Occuption: Waiter/Busboy
Family illnesses: N/A
Bloodtype: O+
Draco couldn't believe it, out of the hundreds of donors to choose from she chose his. He skimmed back through the papers, seeing if his mind was playing tricks on him. He couldn't figure out why though, she would choose a waiter/busboy to be her donor.
He shoved the contents back into the folder and raced to his room to grab some clothes. Before leaving he grabbed the folder and apparated back to her flat.
By the time he had arrived back at her flat she was already sound asleep. He changed into his pajama pants and cuddled up next to her. She pulled herself closer to him and laid her head down on his chest. He stayed awake half the night staring at the ceiling.
He was the father of Justin.
Oh how fate made its way into their lives.
HEHE! I just had to. I love a good love story :) And this is AU so i can make up whatever I want.
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In the process of writing another story. The small two maybe three sentence summary is on my profile if you would like to read it. Let me know if you would be interested in reading it. And no, Ron is not a psycho in this story he and Hermione are actually VERY close friends.