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Chapter 26

A Dream and Christmas Time

            If someone had looked in on our favourite couple, they would have seen Hermione Malfoy tossing and turning fitfully in her sleep. From looking at her one would assume she was dreaming, and they would be correct in that assumption. Except it was not a dream, but a horrible nightmare.

'Where am I?' Hermione asked herself looking around.

            She was standing in a room, but at the same time it didn't seem quite real. The walls didn't appear to be quite solid. They almost appeared to be moving and shifting. A voice from behind her startled her out of her thoughts.

"Hello Mrs. Malfoy, I was hoping we would meet again."

The bone chilling voice was all too familiar to Hermione. She turned around slowly to see Voldermort once more.

"I was hoping that would happen never. What do you want?" Hermione spat out the words, all the while hoping she would wake up.

"Simple," Voldemort laughed; a cold, evil, heartless laugh, "I want your children."

"In your dreams, although I doubt you have any." Hermione backed away, unconsciously putting her hands over her abdomen.

"No, I just invade others, like yours, and share." Voldemort started to move a little closer to where she was standing. "Now I will have your children, whether by force or choice, it's up to you. Sooner or later they will be mine."

"They will never be yours. You'll have to kill me first." She backed away from him.

"That can be arranged, but it'll have to wait." Voldemort raised his wand, and Hermione suddenly was frozen in place.

"Fetalus Rapoda Primia Cantasal."

Yellow lines started to drift out of Voldemort's wand towards her. They started to weave a circle around her, slowly coming closer to her. Soon she couldn't see anything but the yellow glow of the lines surrounding her. A moment later they suddenly faded. Hermione heaved a sigh of relief; whatever he had tried to do had failed. Her relief was short lived as sharp pain started to resound throughout her body. She started to scream.

"Hermione! Wake up! Dammit wake up!" Draco was shaking her when her eyes suddenly flew open.

 "Oh my God Draco, he did something!" Hermione was frantic, "We have to go see Professor Dumbledore right now!"

"Hold on, who did what?" Draco tried to calm her down.

"Voldemort, that bastard did another dream spell. I had never heard of it before, now we need to go see Dumbledore!"

Not waiting, Hermione dashed out of the bedroom with Draco close behind her. They raced out of the common room and through the halls to Dumbledore's office, said the password and ran up the steps. Pausing at the door they knocked loudly calling for him.

"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, what's wrong?" Professor Dumbledore opened the door quickly after seeing who it was, "Come in, I'll make some tea."

"I had another dream, and Voldemort was there again. He did another spell," Hermione sat down next to Draco and grabbed his hand.

"Oh dear, what did he say?"

"Fetalus Rapoda Primia Cantasal."

When Hermione said that, the teacup Professor Dumbledore was holding dropped and broke on the floor. Recovering quickly from shock, Professor Dumbledore waved his hand and the mess cleaned itself up.

 "What's that mean Sir?" Draco asked, worry evident in his voice. If it could shock Dumbledore, it couldn't be good.

"Well it's not good, but it's not horrible either, it just shocked me that he was able to do it via the dream." Dumbledore tapped his fingers a few minutes before answering Draco.

"That particular curse Voldemort cast on you Mrs. Malfoy is an acceleration incantation, specifically aimed towards pregnancy. Instead of becoming a mother in August, you will now deliver the babies in nine weeks time, so around the last of February or the first of March you will become parents. This spell will not harm the children in any way; it will simply cause them to grow at an accelerated rate."

Hermione and Draco sat dumbfounded as Dumbledore continued, "Tomorrow you will be leaving for Mr. Granger's house, am I correct?" The two nodded. "Good. There is nothing you can do to counteract the spell, so I suggest you try and enjoy your Christmas break the best you can. Just to let you know, you will want to go shopping very soon. Each week is equal to a month of normal pregnancy meaning that in five weeks, you will look five months pregnant. I believe that Gladrags Wizard Wear carries maternity robes that are adjustable. Of course if none of those are to your liking, you have my permission to wear muggle maternity clothes at school. It's getting late. You need to make sure you get plenty of sleep throughout the next few months. You two should go back to bed now. I'll see you to your common room so you won't get in trouble."

The three stood up and walked back to the common room.

"I'll bid you good night here. Happy Christmas Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy." Dumbledore turned and walked out of sight.

Hermione and Draco walked back into the common room to see Ginny and Deimos sitting on one of the couches. They jumped to their feet when they took in Draco's dishevelled appearance and the look of fear on Hermione's face.

"What's wrong?" Ginny asked as they all sat down.

That was all it took for Hermione to start crying. Draco quickly went to comfort her and explained to Deimos and Ginny what had happened. After he finished they just sat in silence, taking it all in. Then Ginny got up and gave Draco a hug and told him it would all turn out all right. After a few more hugs shared by everyone and re-assurances that everything would turn out okay they finally went to bed.

The next morning dawned bright and early. Hermione and Draco were up at five in the morning to catch an early train ride home. Dumbledore thought it might be easier for them to just get Hermione home. Leaving with everyone else would be too stressful, so by eight o'clock, Draco and Hermione were at her home with her dad.

They explained everything to him, and he took the news quite well. He didn't fully understand how Voldemort could curse her through a dream, but then again, neither did Draco or Hermione. Overall, Marcus Granger was excited about being a grandparent, saying that he would be able to enjoy his grandchildren a longer time than his friends would. He made Draco and Hermione feel loads better about the situation.

The next three days Hermione and her dad introduced Draco to all sorts of muggle things, like the movies, fast food places, computers, and telephones to name a few. Draco especially liked the motorcycles, and insisted on getting a motorcycle license so that he could buy a Harley Davidson.

"Where are we going to keep it Draco? We can't bring it too school you know," Hermione chided him when he came home that night after going around town with

"I know. I've got an idea of where to keep it, so don't worry about it." He leaned in to kiss her.

"Rawwwwk!" Merleana, Hermione's phoenix decided she wasn't getting enough attention, and interrupted them with her phoenix calls.

"That bird is annoying, remind me to kill Snape when we get back or something." Draco fell over Hermione and onto the bed next to her.

"First off, no, and second of all, it's Christmas Eve, be nice to my bird." Hermione leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder.

 "Oh? And what if I'm not?"

 "Then maybe you won't get any special Christmas gift from Santa if you're naughty." Hermione smiled evilly at him.

"Fine, be that way."

"I will," and she kissed him quickly before turning off the light.

She fell asleep in his arms soon afterwards.

The next morning.

 "Wake up Snapdragon!" Hermione started jumping on the bed, waking Draco up.

"Why should I? It's six o'clock in the morning, let me sleep woman."

In response to that, Hermione yanked the covers off of Draco and yelled presents before running back into the family room where she and her dad waited for Draco to come in. The tree had a ton of presents under it.

Draco and Hermione had gotten Mr. Granger some tooth-flossing string mints, since he like those a lot. They had also gotten him some nice shirts and sweaters, and a ticket for an Armani custom made suit. When he asked why he would need such a fancy suit, they smiled broadly before handing him a plane ticket, along with a cruise ticket to the Caribbean. They had booked him a ten day cruise for the eastern Caribbean, for next November, with a suite of his own to stay in. Draco and Hermione had even made sure he would be able to take those days off from work.

Mr. Granger had given Hermione a lot of her mom's things for Christmas; lots of jewellery and clothes, along with a few photo albums.

"Hermione, you know how last night you were asking me where I'm going to keep my Harley? Well this is where."

Draco handed Hermione an 8 x 10 photo of a large southern mansion style house, the type Hermione had always wanted. It was a three story white house with blue shutters. It had a large front porch with columns in the front. The driveway was circular and in the middle of the circle was a fountain surrounded by flowers.

"Do you like it?"

"This is beautiful," Hermione stared at the picture some more, taking note of what appeared to be a rose garden along the side of the house.

"I'm glad, because this is our new home. I know how much Harry and Ron mean to you, so that's why I bought it. There's only one house between ours and the burrow, and I bought that also, so you can give it to Harry if you want. Deimos already has a house near the burrow, so I didn't get them one."

Draco looked at Hermione and saw that she had tears rolling down her face.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's perfect! I just love you so much." She reached over and hugged him tightly and kissed him once before letting go and handing him his gift.

"I'm afraid it's not as good as your gift to me was," she said as he opened the two boxes.

"NO! These are great!"

She had given him two gifts. The first was a photo album, mostly empty, but it had a few of them together, and one large one in the front that Colin Creevy had taken of them at the ball dancing. The second was a quidditch ball set, with the case signed by all the members of the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team.

"I figure you and I can fill up the photo album. We can show our kids what we were like in school." Hermione smiled at him and kissed him quickly before the three of them stood up and went into the dining room for some Christmas dinner.


A/N: Okay, that's it for this chapter. I made it a little longer for y'all since I know some of you are probably just wanting to kill me for putting that curse on Hermione. Trust me though, it's just to make it more interesting. Okay, some bad news, this story will be over in about five or six chapters I'm thinking. The good news? I'm definitely going to do a sequel, can anyone guess what about? It's not too hard to figure out what. So keep that in mind when reading and hating me for ending the story. Be looking for the sequel a few weeks or so after the story ends. Next chapter up in a week or two hopefully, I've got a lot of things coming up, so we'll see how much time I have to write. Thanks for reading and review if you want, but it's cool if you don't!