That night, after a lot of efforts, the almost-crying-from-despair
Hermione, Draco and Monica managed to put the girls to sleep. They were
exhasted. Sapphire and Samantha were extremely stubborn, insisting to have
Monica sleep with them. When she refused, they started screaming and
calming them down was a very hard job.
"That's it," said Draco, throwing himself on the couch in the living-room, "I'm totally exhasted."
"Me too," said Hermione, sitting next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder.
Monica stared. It was a very romantic picture of her parents as she was used to seeing them together, but now... it seemed a bit fake...
"I'm going upstairs," yawned Hermione and got to her feet. "Good night." She kissed her husband and her daughter and left the room. Monica and Draco stayed alone.
Monica was struggling with herself. Should she ask him now? Or should she wait for a better chance? No. She could not even look at her own father in the eye. Her father had always been her best friend, the person she loved and admired above everyone else. She could not let some stupid rumor ruin all this...
Unless... it wasn't just a rumor.
Her life had been so good until now. Why should she try to discover new things that coud ruin everything? If this rumor was true, she'd better just let it go. She didn't have to know everything. She didn't want to find out new things about herself that could ruin her life.
But something was forcing her to ask, to enquire and find out the truth, no matter the consequences. Because something was very wrong about this. It was impossible to let it go after she had discovered it was there, she couldn't just ignore it.
"Dad," she heard herself saying before actually deciding what to do, "I have a question for you."
"Yes, honey?"
As Draco's blue eyes were raised to her, she was caught by sudden fear and almost regretted everything. What if she was about to ruin her whole relationship with -
"I heard a rumor," she said in a voice unlike her own, and was again caught by surprise when she realized she was saying this, "I heard something really funny - and - umm..."
"Yes?"
"It's kind of hard to say," said Monica, "because it's not good."
"Well," said Draco, calm as ever, "just say it, and then we could discuss it, whatever it is."
Monica took a deep breath. It's time.
"I heard," she said slowly, carefully choosing her words, "that you and Mom got drunk on your last night in Hogwarts, had sex and that's how I was born. Furthermore, I heard you dumped Mom as soon as you heard she was pregnant, and you two got back together only when I was six months old."
Draco was horror-struck. Had she thrown a bomb in his face, he would have not been that shocked. His mind was numb. He could not think. Only two words kept repeating themselves in his mind over and over again: SHE KNOWS. SHE KNOWS. SHE KNOWS.
He knew it was over. She would never forgive them. He knew Monica. He knew she would burst up and then leave the house or something like that. Hermione's and his plan was proved to be idiotic and naive. They should have guessed Monica would find out sooner or later, but they were not smart enough to think about it!
This whole situation reminded him very much of six years before, when Monica had found out about him being such a jerk in his schooldays. He had been nervous then, too. Nervous about what his own daughter might think about him.
But this was different. This was much, much worse...
Monica saw her father's face, and realized the truth on her own. She sighed deeply.
"It's okay," she said softly, "I knew it was true."
"Monica - " Draco began, not having the slightest clue how to continue the sentence.
"It's okay," she repeated. She got to her feet.
"Monica, wait!"
She wouldn't stop.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hermione!" Draco got into the bedroom, went over to the sleeping Hermione and shook her hard. "Hermione, Monica knows!"
"Uh? What?" she opened one eye.
"Monica knows, Hermione! She knows everything! Everything!"
Hermione gazed at him, unfocused. It was obvious that she hadn't understood a word. "What?"
"Listen to me!" yelled Draco. "It's important! Are you listening?"
"I think so," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
"Monica knows. She knows about you and me, having sex on our last night in Hogwarts. She knows you got pregnant and I left you. She knows I came back only six months later. SHE KNOWS THAT!"
Hermione sat up immediately, watching him with her eyes wide open and fearful. She tried to talk a few times, but failed. Eventually she swallowed hard and managed to say: "But - but - HOW?"
"Apparently, there has been some rumor going on in Hogwarts lately, and we had the misfortune to have Monica hearing it. She knows everything. And she wouldn't talk to me now. She slammed the door and wouldn't open it. Hermione, what will we DO?"
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A/N: Yeah, I know it was terribly short this time... so sorry :-( I promise, next time it'll be longer. I just felt I had to post what I had managed to write so far, because I haven't updates for ages. Boy, I've had a tough time. I'll try to update more often (I will!).
"That's it," said Draco, throwing himself on the couch in the living-room, "I'm totally exhasted."
"Me too," said Hermione, sitting next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder.
Monica stared. It was a very romantic picture of her parents as she was used to seeing them together, but now... it seemed a bit fake...
"I'm going upstairs," yawned Hermione and got to her feet. "Good night." She kissed her husband and her daughter and left the room. Monica and Draco stayed alone.
Monica was struggling with herself. Should she ask him now? Or should she wait for a better chance? No. She could not even look at her own father in the eye. Her father had always been her best friend, the person she loved and admired above everyone else. She could not let some stupid rumor ruin all this...
Unless... it wasn't just a rumor.
Her life had been so good until now. Why should she try to discover new things that coud ruin everything? If this rumor was true, she'd better just let it go. She didn't have to know everything. She didn't want to find out new things about herself that could ruin her life.
But something was forcing her to ask, to enquire and find out the truth, no matter the consequences. Because something was very wrong about this. It was impossible to let it go after she had discovered it was there, she couldn't just ignore it.
"Dad," she heard herself saying before actually deciding what to do, "I have a question for you."
"Yes, honey?"
As Draco's blue eyes were raised to her, she was caught by sudden fear and almost regretted everything. What if she was about to ruin her whole relationship with -
"I heard a rumor," she said in a voice unlike her own, and was again caught by surprise when she realized she was saying this, "I heard something really funny - and - umm..."
"Yes?"
"It's kind of hard to say," said Monica, "because it's not good."
"Well," said Draco, calm as ever, "just say it, and then we could discuss it, whatever it is."
Monica took a deep breath. It's time.
"I heard," she said slowly, carefully choosing her words, "that you and Mom got drunk on your last night in Hogwarts, had sex and that's how I was born. Furthermore, I heard you dumped Mom as soon as you heard she was pregnant, and you two got back together only when I was six months old."
Draco was horror-struck. Had she thrown a bomb in his face, he would have not been that shocked. His mind was numb. He could not think. Only two words kept repeating themselves in his mind over and over again: SHE KNOWS. SHE KNOWS. SHE KNOWS.
He knew it was over. She would never forgive them. He knew Monica. He knew she would burst up and then leave the house or something like that. Hermione's and his plan was proved to be idiotic and naive. They should have guessed Monica would find out sooner or later, but they were not smart enough to think about it!
This whole situation reminded him very much of six years before, when Monica had found out about him being such a jerk in his schooldays. He had been nervous then, too. Nervous about what his own daughter might think about him.
But this was different. This was much, much worse...
Monica saw her father's face, and realized the truth on her own. She sighed deeply.
"It's okay," she said softly, "I knew it was true."
"Monica - " Draco began, not having the slightest clue how to continue the sentence.
"It's okay," she repeated. She got to her feet.
"Monica, wait!"
She wouldn't stop.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hermione!" Draco got into the bedroom, went over to the sleeping Hermione and shook her hard. "Hermione, Monica knows!"
"Uh? What?" she opened one eye.
"Monica knows, Hermione! She knows everything! Everything!"
Hermione gazed at him, unfocused. It was obvious that she hadn't understood a word. "What?"
"Listen to me!" yelled Draco. "It's important! Are you listening?"
"I think so," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
"Monica knows. She knows about you and me, having sex on our last night in Hogwarts. She knows you got pregnant and I left you. She knows I came back only six months later. SHE KNOWS THAT!"
Hermione sat up immediately, watching him with her eyes wide open and fearful. She tried to talk a few times, but failed. Eventually she swallowed hard and managed to say: "But - but - HOW?"
"Apparently, there has been some rumor going on in Hogwarts lately, and we had the misfortune to have Monica hearing it. She knows everything. And she wouldn't talk to me now. She slammed the door and wouldn't open it. Hermione, what will we DO?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Yeah, I know it was terribly short this time... so sorry :-( I promise, next time it'll be longer. I just felt I had to post what I had managed to write so far, because I haven't updates for ages. Boy, I've had a tough time. I'll try to update more often (I will!).