"Draco," said Narcissa.
"What, Mom?" Draco's voice was irritated. Narcissa had noticed that in the last couple of weeks he had been acting very weird - always angry and annoyed. She figured that was because he didn't have a girlfriend anymore. Had Hermione dumped him or made him angry? She wondered.
"Why don't I see you with Mandy anymore?"
"Because there's nothing between us, Mom."
"Why not?"
Draco looked at her. "Don't pretend you're sorry about that. I know you didn't like her. You only want me to be with Hermione."
"What DID happen with Hermione?"
Draco gave her an angry look and left the room. Narcissa sat down and sighed. This behavior was getting on her nerves. She knew she wouldn't be able to take it for a long time now.
*
Draco sat down on his bed. Why does everyone have to drive me crazy? He thought angrily. Mandy, this foolish girl, trying to seduce him to sleep with her on the first date. Not that he had something against sleeping around, but he didn't like Mandy at all and the mere thought of making love to her was enough to make him sick.
And his colleague women, after hearing he had broken up with his girlfriend, making a pass at him all the time. When he walked in Gringotts, he felt as if he was in the spotlight - every single women was staring. He had talked to some of them, trying to get over Hermione, but they were too ignorant for him - he couldn't stand their shallowness. Whenever they were blabbering stupidly, he was hearing Hermione's voice in his mind, picturing her, dreaming about her...
Then was his mother. Why did she have to nag him about Hermione? Why couldn't she just accept the fact that he had broken up with Hermione?
Maybe because I myself cannot accept it, said a voice in his mind.
Draco scowled, but he knew it was true. He couldn't forget Hermione. He remembered her smile, her voice, her jokes, her cleverness, her kisses. How had he let himself fall desperately in love with her like that?!
Now he was going to be Hermione's pet? No way! Draco got himself together. I will not allow myself to continue about this. Hermione proved me what an idiot bitch she really is, and I will not give her a single thought. So what if I want her like I've never wanted anyone else? So what if I can't forget a single detail about her? So what if every Sunday reminds me of the last time I saw her? So what if I still hear her words and see her big, dark, innocent eyes staring at me? So what if I still love her like mad? I will forget her! I will make myself, force myself to forget her... forget her... FORGET her!!!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione was sitting with Harry and Ron, discussing the baby, who had become their favorite topic.
"She is going to be as beautiful as Hermione," said Harry, and Hermione smiled at him. "And she's going to be a Gryffindor, I'll bet anything."
"Of course she is, because she'll be brought up by a mother who is a true Gryffindor herself," said Ron. "And, of course, she'll be the cutest little girl ever, and she'll be smart."
"Look, you guys, you're exaggerating," said Hermione, blushing. "We know nothing about the baby's looks, talents or characteristics, so we can't tell."
"I'm telling you," Ron insisted. "A beautiful, smart, cute Gryffindor."
"Like all Gryffindor girls," said Harry. Hermione stared down to his hands: he was holding a letter from Ginny.
"Christmas is coming," Ron commented. "Wouldn't it be nice if the baby is born on Christmas? It would be the perfect gift for you, Hermione."
"I already told you like a hundred times, the baby is not coming until March," said Hermione, leaning backwards on the couch.
"So how far along are you?" Harry asked.
"Well, this is the end of October, isn't it?" said Hermione. "So it's the end of the fourth month, and soon the fifth."
"Wow," said Ron, gazing at her stomach. "It's hard to believe that you're having a real, live baby."
"Yeah, it's hard for me, too," Hermione laughed. "At first it was such a shock to me, and not the good kind. I was miserable! I felt so... so alone. But I'm happy now. Oh, and guess what? I'm starting to feel the baby kicking."
"WHAT?!" Harry and Ron jumped immediately to put their hands on her stomach. Hermione smiled, satisfied. "Feel it?"
"Yes!" said Harry excitedly. "I feel something! God, it's the baby?"
"No, Harry, it's a snake," said Ron sarcastically. "Anyway, it's fantastic. The feeling must be glorious."
"Indeed," Hermione confirmed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Two hours later, Hermione was standing near her bedroom window, watching the sunset.
She held her hands on her stomach. What an amazing thought, a small human is in there, alive and healthy (thank God), letting her know it's there. She was going to be the mother of this small creature. Could anything compare to this?
She smiled. Only a few weeks ago, Draco dumped her and she was willing to give up everything just to have him back. Now she felt so much stronger. She knew she could do it, with Draco or without him.
The thought of him still hurt her. She knew she had to forget about him, but after all, he was going to be the father of her baby. It was most logical that the baby takes after him in something. Maybe his looks, maybe his humor, maybe his attitude...
God, I hope she'll have a better attitude, Hermione thought bitterly.
She also knew that one day, her daughter would ask about her father, and then she, Hermione, would have to answer. She had two options: she could tell the truth, or she could lie...
No. She was not going to lie. Her daughter must learn about the nature of people, even at a very early age. She must know that her father abandoned her before she was born, and left her mother to take care of her. Hermione knew she would not tell her that trying to make her hate her own father, but because this was the truth.
I only hope these months pass as quickly as possible, said Hermione to herself. I want to be a mother, I can't wait to have this baby.
She was not afraid of the birth. She knew the Healers in St. Mungo's would take good care of her, Ron was going to make sure they would. She only wished the time to go a little faster...
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A/N: Sorry about the lack pof updates, I'll try to update more often from now on! Have fun reading the continuation and please review more, I liked your reviews a lot, thanks! :D
"What, Mom?" Draco's voice was irritated. Narcissa had noticed that in the last couple of weeks he had been acting very weird - always angry and annoyed. She figured that was because he didn't have a girlfriend anymore. Had Hermione dumped him or made him angry? She wondered.
"Why don't I see you with Mandy anymore?"
"Because there's nothing between us, Mom."
"Why not?"
Draco looked at her. "Don't pretend you're sorry about that. I know you didn't like her. You only want me to be with Hermione."
"What DID happen with Hermione?"
Draco gave her an angry look and left the room. Narcissa sat down and sighed. This behavior was getting on her nerves. She knew she wouldn't be able to take it for a long time now.
*
Draco sat down on his bed. Why does everyone have to drive me crazy? He thought angrily. Mandy, this foolish girl, trying to seduce him to sleep with her on the first date. Not that he had something against sleeping around, but he didn't like Mandy at all and the mere thought of making love to her was enough to make him sick.
And his colleague women, after hearing he had broken up with his girlfriend, making a pass at him all the time. When he walked in Gringotts, he felt as if he was in the spotlight - every single women was staring. He had talked to some of them, trying to get over Hermione, but they were too ignorant for him - he couldn't stand their shallowness. Whenever they were blabbering stupidly, he was hearing Hermione's voice in his mind, picturing her, dreaming about her...
Then was his mother. Why did she have to nag him about Hermione? Why couldn't she just accept the fact that he had broken up with Hermione?
Maybe because I myself cannot accept it, said a voice in his mind.
Draco scowled, but he knew it was true. He couldn't forget Hermione. He remembered her smile, her voice, her jokes, her cleverness, her kisses. How had he let himself fall desperately in love with her like that?!
Now he was going to be Hermione's pet? No way! Draco got himself together. I will not allow myself to continue about this. Hermione proved me what an idiot bitch she really is, and I will not give her a single thought. So what if I want her like I've never wanted anyone else? So what if I can't forget a single detail about her? So what if every Sunday reminds me of the last time I saw her? So what if I still hear her words and see her big, dark, innocent eyes staring at me? So what if I still love her like mad? I will forget her! I will make myself, force myself to forget her... forget her... FORGET her!!!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione was sitting with Harry and Ron, discussing the baby, who had become their favorite topic.
"She is going to be as beautiful as Hermione," said Harry, and Hermione smiled at him. "And she's going to be a Gryffindor, I'll bet anything."
"Of course she is, because she'll be brought up by a mother who is a true Gryffindor herself," said Ron. "And, of course, she'll be the cutest little girl ever, and she'll be smart."
"Look, you guys, you're exaggerating," said Hermione, blushing. "We know nothing about the baby's looks, talents or characteristics, so we can't tell."
"I'm telling you," Ron insisted. "A beautiful, smart, cute Gryffindor."
"Like all Gryffindor girls," said Harry. Hermione stared down to his hands: he was holding a letter from Ginny.
"Christmas is coming," Ron commented. "Wouldn't it be nice if the baby is born on Christmas? It would be the perfect gift for you, Hermione."
"I already told you like a hundred times, the baby is not coming until March," said Hermione, leaning backwards on the couch.
"So how far along are you?" Harry asked.
"Well, this is the end of October, isn't it?" said Hermione. "So it's the end of the fourth month, and soon the fifth."
"Wow," said Ron, gazing at her stomach. "It's hard to believe that you're having a real, live baby."
"Yeah, it's hard for me, too," Hermione laughed. "At first it was such a shock to me, and not the good kind. I was miserable! I felt so... so alone. But I'm happy now. Oh, and guess what? I'm starting to feel the baby kicking."
"WHAT?!" Harry and Ron jumped immediately to put their hands on her stomach. Hermione smiled, satisfied. "Feel it?"
"Yes!" said Harry excitedly. "I feel something! God, it's the baby?"
"No, Harry, it's a snake," said Ron sarcastically. "Anyway, it's fantastic. The feeling must be glorious."
"Indeed," Hermione confirmed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Two hours later, Hermione was standing near her bedroom window, watching the sunset.
She held her hands on her stomach. What an amazing thought, a small human is in there, alive and healthy (thank God), letting her know it's there. She was going to be the mother of this small creature. Could anything compare to this?
She smiled. Only a few weeks ago, Draco dumped her and she was willing to give up everything just to have him back. Now she felt so much stronger. She knew she could do it, with Draco or without him.
The thought of him still hurt her. She knew she had to forget about him, but after all, he was going to be the father of her baby. It was most logical that the baby takes after him in something. Maybe his looks, maybe his humor, maybe his attitude...
God, I hope she'll have a better attitude, Hermione thought bitterly.
She also knew that one day, her daughter would ask about her father, and then she, Hermione, would have to answer. She had two options: she could tell the truth, or she could lie...
No. She was not going to lie. Her daughter must learn about the nature of people, even at a very early age. She must know that her father abandoned her before she was born, and left her mother to take care of her. Hermione knew she would not tell her that trying to make her hate her own father, but because this was the truth.
I only hope these months pass as quickly as possible, said Hermione to herself. I want to be a mother, I can't wait to have this baby.
She was not afraid of the birth. She knew the Healers in St. Mungo's would take good care of her, Ron was going to make sure they would. She only wished the time to go a little faster...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Sorry about the lack pof updates, I'll try to update more often from now on! Have fun reading the continuation and please review more, I liked your reviews a lot, thanks! :D