"Belay is asking for Hermione."
Malfoy was angry. No. He was absolutely livid. Harry has seen the blonde man this angry only handful of times now as adults. During their younger years, Malfoy always shown his anger through sneers and incredulous shrills of just wait until my father hears of this. Harry had to physically stop himself from rolling his eyes at the memory. He sat on his swivel office chair made of some type of rare leather that originated from Romania- a gift from Charlie Weasley- his hands clasped behind his head as he leaned back, in thought. The Belay case would be going to trial in a couple months finally, although the dark wizard had not spoken a word since he wordlessly sent a dark curse to Hermione. When he did finally speak, Harry had wished to cut his tongue out, letting him choke on his blood. Screw the dementor's kiss. He had his feet propped on the corner of his desk, hardly listening to the rage filled rant Malfoy was releasing upon him.
Ask me to stay.
Luna flashed in his head, her blonde hair flayed against the pillow, naked and entwined in his dark grey sheets. The color popped against her skin, so beautiful, she reached for Harry's face. Long delicate fingers tangling in his long hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer Harry hovering over her with furrowed brows. The movement cause the sheet to fall lower exposing a dark pink nipple, hardening to the chill of his room. Her blue eyes pleading.
Ask me to stay Harry.
Groaning, Harry pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, knocking his glasses up to his forehead. He needed a drink.
"What got your knickers all tangled up Potter."
"Luna." Potter couldn't help the venom in how he said it, he really tried, but the more he thought of the blonde witch, the more Harry wanted to hurl a fist into a wall. He felt everything closing in on him, his Auror uniform now too tight against his throat. Reaching for the gold button to unlatch, Harry realized his vision was now blurry, it felt as if an elephant was on his chest, slowly snatching his precious air...Everything was fine. Everything was fucking fine. Breath. Do the breathing exercises Hannah taught you. Calm down.
A hand on his shoulder caused Harry to abruptly stand, brandishing his wand, digging the tip of his wand into the long neck.
"You're doing it again Harry. You have to breathe." Blinking, Harry snapped out of the haze in his head, feeling his lunch sloshing in his belly, a dark and heavy feeling fell on his shoulders.
"I- I'm sorry. I'm fucking sorry," Harry stepped back, running his hands through his hair," Malfoy I-"
"It happens," Malfoy shrugged too calmly for Harry's taste, but he didn't push it. Malfoy moving to slightly sit on the middle of his desk; his steel grey eyes on Harry. Malfoy watched as the wizard fixed his glasses on the perch of his nose before he went to the the little bar cart on the opposite side of the room and shakily serve himself a glass of firewhisky. Throwing back the drink with barely a wince at the strong taste," I don't think I've ever seen you this distraught."
"She asked me to tell her to stay." Harry said bitterly, serving himself another and heading to sit on one of the matching leather chairs in front of Malfoy and his desk.
Hearing Malfoy snort, Harry shot him a sharp look. Giving him a lazy grin, Harry watched as Malfoy pulled a small dirty yellow carton that was aged on purpose from the inside lapels of his Auror uniform. Nott's Finest Cubebs. Putting a cigarette between his lips, the magical stick lighted by itself, "Obviously the Looney Bin doesn't know you."
"Don't call her that. She's incredibly smart."
Raising a hand up in defense, Malfoy took a long drag. Holding the smoke in for a while before deliberately blowing the grey vapor towards Harry's face. He absolutely detested Nott's, he preferred his Marlboros and Malfoy knew that. Harry shot him a pointed glare warning him a cheeky grin from Malfoy.
"Look, I say this with all my upmost respect, but you run from commitment faster than Dumbledore could find a random reason to give you bloody house points." Malfoy said laughing, taking another deep inhale of the cigarette. Harry begrudgingly took a sip from his drink and sank deeper in his chair, purposely hitting Malfoy's shin as he splayed his legs apart.
"Yeah I know that. You have to understand why-"
Malfoy leaned closer to Harry, plucking his glass from his hand before dropping the last of the cigarette in the amber liquid, "I know the reason Potter. Call Abott for another appointment, why she stopped being a therapist is beyond me. She was bloody good at it too."
Harry nodded as he shut his eyes. He could hear the rustling of Malfoy dropping the glass on the cart and head to the door.
"Oh and Potter?," Harry grunted his response knowing what Malfoy was about to say, "If Belay requests for Hermione again I'll fucking kill him myself. Screw my pardon."
Harry agreed as he heard the door of his office shut behind his friend.
The lights were dimmed when Draco floo'd inside Hermione's apartment, something she had did on purpose as she laid on her couch. Covering herself with a thick blanket to keep the chill out. She was in fucking pain, that she knew of for sure. The tightening of her belly was too much, when it did ease Hermione would think it was finally done before another sporadic throb. Hermione wasn't really good with pain. She got these monstrous cramps when she would get her period since she was 12, she never took so much pain alleviation until they started. She really wasn't looking forward to that once she gave birth.
Draco and Hermione had reached a thin ice of mutiny after their talk, but speaking of the impending birth almost made Hermione want to hurl and Draco break into a cold sweat. Weeks passed as he floo'd in every weekend to help set up the spare room, she had chosen a muggle cartoon of a ridiculous yellow bear. Hermione's belly grew, more tiny red stretches appearing on her skin, and the pain become more intolerable with each passing day. She was nearing the end of her pregnancy and the end of the rope with her patience. Merlin, she had a headache.
"Granger? What's wrong?"
She felt cool fingers touch her forehead, the caring motion annoying Hermione as the slight breeze of her apartment wafted into her cocoon. Swatting his hand, Hermione raised her head to glare at him. Draco had kneeled in front of her, uncovering her despite her protests.
"These fake contractions are bothersome. No matter what I do, they won't go away." Hermione said viciously.
Hermione watched as a crease formed between his dark blond eyebrows, the same color as-
Wow. I really am in the dumps aren't I.
A blush creeped on Hermione's chest and neck, realizing she only had a faded red shirt that was once Ron's sans a bra and some very very comfortable granny panties.
"You're only 32 weeks. Did you time them? Maybe it's the-"
"I did. They go away once I really sit and concentrate. It's freaking annoying." Hermione met his eyes, color of rain clouds, his face of utter concentration she has come to know so well. He was clean shaven, never once seeing a shadow except for the months after his family's deaths. The long silken hair Draco had once sported like Lucius had been cut and styled with a side part. A small part of Hermione missed it.
A smell finally hit her, so decadent and rich, notes of saffron and cumin penetrated her senses.
"Is that?" Hermione raised her eyebrows at Draco
"Yes, it is. When Allestr notified me that your hunger was slowly coming back, I thought you would want some of food." Draco raised a white plastic bag up from his position, the smell hit her harder causing a strong rumbling growl to infiltrate the air. Groaning, Hermione sat up, Draco grabbing her elbow to assist her. Crossing her legs to the best of her ability with her outstretched abdomen, Draco sat next to her. Handing her the bag, Hermione beamed at her as she ripped it open.
Thai food.
Her favorite.
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"Oh god Draco look away. I'm going to cry."
Draco barked a laugh at Hermione, watching her eat the last of the satay chicken. She was beautiful, her hair wild and loose, the ponytail doing nothing to contain the curls. His eyes trailed her frame, she had lost weight he noted, stopping at the bump. Pregnancy suited Hermione despite the complications, watching her swell with his child made a sick part of him want to bang his chest in pride. Draco felt heat pool over his abdomen, using one of the many pillows on her couch to place on his lap. He never felt this when he watched Astoria grow large.
Astoria...
It was as if someone pour cold water over him, feeling his fingertips go numb and cold. He felt the licks of darkness kissing the back of his neck, Hermione's living room feeling remarkably cold out of nowhere. Would he ever stop feeling this? He didn't think he would.
"Hermione?"
Draco met Hermione's eyes, color of amber. Like Ogden's finest.
"I think it's time we speak about how..um he came to be."
Watching her lip disappear between her teeth, her eyebrows furrowed. She slowly closed the lid of the container before shoving it back in the plastic bag. The crinkles it made too loud for his ears.
"Yes. I think it's about time."
Hope you guys enjoy this !
New schedule update is every FRIDAY.
I'll be releasing a one shot of Harry and Luna's first time based from this story just because it won't get out of my head LOL.
It won't contain any Draco and Hermione information that'll be like "hey you have to read that to understand this."
I'll be releasing that MONDAY
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