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Chapter Eight- Hermione's Doubts
Hermione glanced around the room restlessly. All her things were packed, Voldemort had been defeated with a little of her hard earned knowledge, and to their great relief her baby was unharmed in the process. Still she could not help feeling a mixture of worry and pure terror. She would be returning with Draco to his family manor. 'That alone should be giving me the jitters.' What was worse she would have to spend time in the presence of Draco's mother. 'I really wish I could just go home first and tell mum and dad the news. It would make it so much easier telling his mum.'
"Darling you should not worry so much, you won't be telling her alone."
She leaned back into Draco's embrace with a smile as his hands curled around the tiny bulge of her tummy. These last few weeks had been difficult what with keeping their newly formed relationship under wraps. Explaining to Dumbledore had been slightly worse. There was no anger as he listened to their (not overly) detailed account of what had happened in the past few weeks. His eyes had immediately flown between them and then at Hermione's stomach. Pregnancy was something they would have to make decisions on, but there were now rules. Their courtship would not effect anyone else, namely Harry Potter, there would be no promiscuous behavior whilst they remained at Hogwarts (although now that Hermione was pregnant she could live with Draco), and he would of course be named godfather to the child. She had smiled at this statement and he had allowed them to go.
"Darling from what I have heard your mother is the definition of vicious and don't tell me I'm wrong. I've seen the same thing in you for the last six years. When it comes right down to it all she is going to see is a . . . a mudblood whore, not a woman who is in love with her son and carrying his child."
Draco pulled her closer unable to deny her words. His entire family had been brought up the same way, but surely he could explain to his mother. Now that his father was gone surely she would warm up to the idea of her son in love and getting engaged. //Even if she doesn't accept it, none of what she says will ever change the way I feel about you and our baby. I am not mother . . . or my father.// He thought firmly. In the distance he heard the bells chime signaling their graduation. Potter would be getting the letter Draco had left him around now. 'I can't wait to see the look on his face.'
"Hermione now that we've graduated how about we . . ."
Hermione glanced at the slightly open portrait. The vision had warned her of this. //You left that open intentionally to make Harry go insane haven't you?!// she accused. Draco hoisted her up so that she wrapped legs around his waist for support. He wouldn't deny that statement either. //Darling he's already scarred for life . . . I didn't think it could do any harm// he thought innocently. //Besides he will never accept us together if he doesn't see how happy you are.//
"Men are so childish! And you are the biggest baby of them all. Why can't I just tell Harry that I am truly happy instead of giving him more nightmares?"
//Well because he wouldn't be tortured by the image of you crying my name of course! And besides it would be his fault if he saw, what does he care if I'm making love to someone? He shouldn't be snooping!//
"Draco is there ever a time when you don't want to make love?"
//That sounds like a complaint, but here's my answer: not with you near me.//
Chapter Eight- Hermione's Doubts
Hermione glanced around the room restlessly. All her things were packed, Voldemort had been defeated with a little of her hard earned knowledge, and to their great relief her baby was unharmed in the process. Still she could not help feeling a mixture of worry and pure terror. She would be returning with Draco to his family manor. 'That alone should be giving me the jitters.' What was worse she would have to spend time in the presence of Draco's mother. 'I really wish I could just go home first and tell mum and dad the news. It would make it so much easier telling his mum.'
"Darling you should not worry so much, you won't be telling her alone."
She leaned back into Draco's embrace with a smile as his hands curled around the tiny bulge of her tummy. These last few weeks had been difficult what with keeping their newly formed relationship under wraps. Explaining to Dumbledore had been slightly worse. There was no anger as he listened to their (not overly) detailed account of what had happened in the past few weeks. His eyes had immediately flown between them and then at Hermione's stomach. Pregnancy was something they would have to make decisions on, but there were now rules. Their courtship would not effect anyone else, namely Harry Potter, there would be no promiscuous behavior whilst they remained at Hogwarts (although now that Hermione was pregnant she could live with Draco), and he would of course be named godfather to the child. She had smiled at this statement and he had allowed them to go.
"Darling from what I have heard your mother is the definition of vicious and don't tell me I'm wrong. I've seen the same thing in you for the last six years. When it comes right down to it all she is going to see is a . . . a mudblood whore, not a woman who is in love with her son and carrying his child."
Draco pulled her closer unable to deny her words. His entire family had been brought up the same way, but surely he could explain to his mother. Now that his father was gone surely she would warm up to the idea of her son in love and getting engaged. //Even if she doesn't accept it, none of what she says will ever change the way I feel about you and our baby. I am not mother . . . or my father.// He thought firmly. In the distance he heard the bells chime signaling their graduation. Potter would be getting the letter Draco had left him around now. 'I can't wait to see the look on his face.'
"Hermione now that we've graduated how about we . . ."
Hermione glanced at the slightly open portrait. The vision had warned her of this. //You left that open intentionally to make Harry go insane haven't you?!// she accused. Draco hoisted her up so that she wrapped legs around his waist for support. He wouldn't deny that statement either. //Darling he's already scarred for life . . . I didn't think it could do any harm// he thought innocently. //Besides he will never accept us together if he doesn't see how happy you are.//
"Men are so childish! And you are the biggest baby of them all. Why can't I just tell Harry that I am truly happy instead of giving him more nightmares?"
//Well because he wouldn't be tortured by the image of you crying my name of course! And besides it would be his fault if he saw, what does he care if I'm making love to someone? He shouldn't be snooping!//
"Draco is there ever a time when you don't want to make love?"
//That sounds like a complaint, but here's my answer: not with you near me.//