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I only own Demeter, Alonzo, Dusty, and the plot.
Okay everyone. It's been a while since I've last updated. But I have an excuse. I was grounded for a bit, I had severe writer's block, I didn't have time in the evenings, and my grandmother has been visiting. (Do you KNOW how annoying my grandmother is?) Anyways, I finally finished this chapter. It's not very long, but I tried. I have a favor to ask. If any of you know how to make Italics and bold show up on ffnet tell me. I have my documents set on web page and when I use the little bold and Italic buttons, they never work whenever I upload the chapter onto ffnet. Please help me out! Enjoy!
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Observations
(A/N: No, Hermione didn't have a miscarriage.) ((*'s=dream))
*A boy with mussed, platinum blonde hair and grey eyes with a scar over his left eye stood before Hermione.
"She doesn't know?" he hissed.
Hermione cradled her head in her hands, hiding her middle-aged facial appearance.
"Deme, I can't. She'll be so upset. Not even the Potter and Weasley kids could calm her. I was surprised that Ron didn't have a mental breakdown. You saw Adella. She was a mess when she found out and she's always so composed, like her mother was. Just imagine how Alexis will react," Hermione explained.
'Deme' sighed heavily and embraced Hermione.
"Mum, you know she'll find out sooner or later. You know how attached she was to Aunt Bl-Bl- her she was. She was like a sister to Alexis," Deme whispered.
Hermione hugged her son back. "I know, babe. I just pray she doesn't do anything rash," she whispered in return.
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Hermione's dream faded as her unconsciousness continued to reign over her body and mind.
~*~
Draco raked his hand through his limp hair. He sighed and looked out of one of the many windows in the hospital wing. What if Hermione was suddenly narcoleptic? No, that wouldn't explain the black shield.
"Draco?" came a feeble voice.
Draco looked up with red rimmed eyes. Ginny stood before him, her eyes puffy and swollen, her cheeks flushed. Classes had ended an hour ago.
Blaise came up beside Ginny, practically void of emotions, though, her eyes gave her away. Her sapphire blue eyes seemed to be bottomless wells, the moonlight reflecting in its waters.
"We nee to tell you something. Hermione was afraid to tell you," Blaise whispered as Ginny took a seat next to him on the bed.
Draco frowned and looked between the two girls that he had come to love like family. The two were like his sisters. He nodded, urging them to continue.
Ginny closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Hermione is three months pregnant," she said, fresh tears flowing.
Draco's mind was blank. Hermione? Pregnant? Three months? What if she had had a miscarriage? His heart broke. Tears leaked from his blurred eyes. Just the thought of the.his. unborn child's chance of death frightened him. And Hermione. Oh God, Hermione. She could die. To think that she had faced at least a month of her pregnancy without him scared him. She was practically alone.
Draco squeezed his eyes shut, his tears falling freely. Two pairs of arms embraced him. Ginny whimpered. Ginny and Blaise were hugging him. Blaise was stroking his back. Draco leaned his head against Ginny's shoulder, grateful for the comfort radiating from the girls. Blaise whispered soothing words to him. Ron and Harry were watching from a respectable distance. They both watched uncomfortably not used to seeing their girlfriends embracing the pale boy.
A whimper sounded from a curtained bed. Blaise and Ginny let go of Draco. Draco slowly stood up from the bed and stepped towards the bed closest to his. He slipped through the curtain and pulled up a chair by the bed. He looked down at the beauty below him. Her complexion was pale. Her eyelashes rested against the soft skin over her cheekbones. Her hair was tied into a low ponytail, the mass falling over her right shoulder. Her white, hospital gown accented her pale as death appearance.
Draco pulled back the comforter and looked at her stomach. There was an unmistakable difference in her middle. Draco laid his hand over her belly button. Her stomach was warm. A slight nudge came from inside her belly, telling him there was life within her. Draco bent down and kissed her stomach before taking a seat beside her, holding her hand.
"My babies," he whispered, watching Hermione's serene face.
God, she was beautiful. He took the time to observe her every detail. Now that her hair had grown out, her highlights and hair dye had disappeared, leaving her original chestnut brown hair. Her forehead was a common place where lines often appeared signifying worry, confusion, or concentration.
Her eyebrows were neatly tweezed. He remembered vividly exactly how one of those brows would raise in a skeptical arch. Her almond shaped eyes were beautiful even if they were closed. He knew that behind those closed eyes were vibrant, chocolate brown irises.
Wide cheekbones were usually tinted with a faint flush. Draco frowned and flicked his wand, getting rid of the solution beneath her eyes. A faint splash of purple appeared on the delicate skin below her eyes.
Her nose was slightly upturned. She had the perfect nose. It wasn't disfigured (like Snape's), it wasn't squashed (like Pansy's), it wasn't pointed (like a muggle's idea of a witch), and it wasn't long. It was just perfect.
She had a long, slender neck, which added to her delicate aura.
His observations were halted when he felt a soft pressure in his hand.
"Draco?" asked the faintest of whispers, reminding him of an angel's voice.
Draco looked up into confused, rich brown eyes.
"I'm here, Love. I won't abandon you again," he whispered, kissing the knuckles of her hand.
Hermione nodded and looked to the heavens.
"Draco, I-I have to tell you something. I-I'm pregnant," she whispered, a tear falling down her cheek.
Draco whipped away the tear with the pad of his thumb and kissed the top of her head.
"I already know, 'Mione. Go back to sleep," he whispered, covering her back up with her blankets.
Hermione obediently closed her eyes. The mediwitch came over and made Hermione take a dreamless sleep potion. She soon fell asleep, leaving Draco to his thoughts. Draco stood and left Hermione's side to deliver the news. He approached the two Weasleys, the fame, and the beauty and sighed.
"She awoke, but the nurse made her go back to sleep. She needs it," he explained, shoving his hands into the pockets in his robe.
They all sighed and revealed faint smiles. The past month had been hell. The nurse told them that Hermione didn't have a miscarriage. They were still trying to figure out what happened when Albus Dumbledore entered the room. There was no twinkle in his eyes.
"Children, I have grave news. Please come to my office." He paused. "Immediately."
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So, did you like it? I had to leave a cliffhanger. How else would I sucker you all into reviewing. Did you know that I usually only get 10-15 reviews per chapter? PLEASE REVIEW! I love reviews! Oh, any suggestions for how to end this story? Yes, the end is near. And then I'll have something like an epilogue, and then.THE BIG SURPRISE STORY! (
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I only own Demeter, Alonzo, Dusty, and the plot.
Okay everyone. It's been a while since I've last updated. But I have an excuse. I was grounded for a bit, I had severe writer's block, I didn't have time in the evenings, and my grandmother has been visiting. (Do you KNOW how annoying my grandmother is?) Anyways, I finally finished this chapter. It's not very long, but I tried. I have a favor to ask. If any of you know how to make Italics and bold show up on ffnet tell me. I have my documents set on web page and when I use the little bold and Italic buttons, they never work whenever I upload the chapter onto ffnet. Please help me out! Enjoy!
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Observations
(A/N: No, Hermione didn't have a miscarriage.) ((*'s=dream))
*A boy with mussed, platinum blonde hair and grey eyes with a scar over his left eye stood before Hermione.
"She doesn't know?" he hissed.
Hermione cradled her head in her hands, hiding her middle-aged facial appearance.
"Deme, I can't. She'll be so upset. Not even the Potter and Weasley kids could calm her. I was surprised that Ron didn't have a mental breakdown. You saw Adella. She was a mess when she found out and she's always so composed, like her mother was. Just imagine how Alexis will react," Hermione explained.
'Deme' sighed heavily and embraced Hermione.
"Mum, you know she'll find out sooner or later. You know how attached she was to Aunt Bl-Bl- her she was. She was like a sister to Alexis," Deme whispered.
Hermione hugged her son back. "I know, babe. I just pray she doesn't do anything rash," she whispered in return.
.*
Hermione's dream faded as her unconsciousness continued to reign over her body and mind.
~*~
Draco raked his hand through his limp hair. He sighed and looked out of one of the many windows in the hospital wing. What if Hermione was suddenly narcoleptic? No, that wouldn't explain the black shield.
"Draco?" came a feeble voice.
Draco looked up with red rimmed eyes. Ginny stood before him, her eyes puffy and swollen, her cheeks flushed. Classes had ended an hour ago.
Blaise came up beside Ginny, practically void of emotions, though, her eyes gave her away. Her sapphire blue eyes seemed to be bottomless wells, the moonlight reflecting in its waters.
"We nee to tell you something. Hermione was afraid to tell you," Blaise whispered as Ginny took a seat next to him on the bed.
Draco frowned and looked between the two girls that he had come to love like family. The two were like his sisters. He nodded, urging them to continue.
Ginny closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Hermione is three months pregnant," she said, fresh tears flowing.
Draco's mind was blank. Hermione? Pregnant? Three months? What if she had had a miscarriage? His heart broke. Tears leaked from his blurred eyes. Just the thought of the.his. unborn child's chance of death frightened him. And Hermione. Oh God, Hermione. She could die. To think that she had faced at least a month of her pregnancy without him scared him. She was practically alone.
Draco squeezed his eyes shut, his tears falling freely. Two pairs of arms embraced him. Ginny whimpered. Ginny and Blaise were hugging him. Blaise was stroking his back. Draco leaned his head against Ginny's shoulder, grateful for the comfort radiating from the girls. Blaise whispered soothing words to him. Ron and Harry were watching from a respectable distance. They both watched uncomfortably not used to seeing their girlfriends embracing the pale boy.
A whimper sounded from a curtained bed. Blaise and Ginny let go of Draco. Draco slowly stood up from the bed and stepped towards the bed closest to his. He slipped through the curtain and pulled up a chair by the bed. He looked down at the beauty below him. Her complexion was pale. Her eyelashes rested against the soft skin over her cheekbones. Her hair was tied into a low ponytail, the mass falling over her right shoulder. Her white, hospital gown accented her pale as death appearance.
Draco pulled back the comforter and looked at her stomach. There was an unmistakable difference in her middle. Draco laid his hand over her belly button. Her stomach was warm. A slight nudge came from inside her belly, telling him there was life within her. Draco bent down and kissed her stomach before taking a seat beside her, holding her hand.
"My babies," he whispered, watching Hermione's serene face.
God, she was beautiful. He took the time to observe her every detail. Now that her hair had grown out, her highlights and hair dye had disappeared, leaving her original chestnut brown hair. Her forehead was a common place where lines often appeared signifying worry, confusion, or concentration.
Her eyebrows were neatly tweezed. He remembered vividly exactly how one of those brows would raise in a skeptical arch. Her almond shaped eyes were beautiful even if they were closed. He knew that behind those closed eyes were vibrant, chocolate brown irises.
Wide cheekbones were usually tinted with a faint flush. Draco frowned and flicked his wand, getting rid of the solution beneath her eyes. A faint splash of purple appeared on the delicate skin below her eyes.
Her nose was slightly upturned. She had the perfect nose. It wasn't disfigured (like Snape's), it wasn't squashed (like Pansy's), it wasn't pointed (like a muggle's idea of a witch), and it wasn't long. It was just perfect.
She had a long, slender neck, which added to her delicate aura.
His observations were halted when he felt a soft pressure in his hand.
"Draco?" asked the faintest of whispers, reminding him of an angel's voice.
Draco looked up into confused, rich brown eyes.
"I'm here, Love. I won't abandon you again," he whispered, kissing the knuckles of her hand.
Hermione nodded and looked to the heavens.
"Draco, I-I have to tell you something. I-I'm pregnant," she whispered, a tear falling down her cheek.
Draco whipped away the tear with the pad of his thumb and kissed the top of her head.
"I already know, 'Mione. Go back to sleep," he whispered, covering her back up with her blankets.
Hermione obediently closed her eyes. The mediwitch came over and made Hermione take a dreamless sleep potion. She soon fell asleep, leaving Draco to his thoughts. Draco stood and left Hermione's side to deliver the news. He approached the two Weasleys, the fame, and the beauty and sighed.
"She awoke, but the nurse made her go back to sleep. She needs it," he explained, shoving his hands into the pockets in his robe.
They all sighed and revealed faint smiles. The past month had been hell. The nurse told them that Hermione didn't have a miscarriage. They were still trying to figure out what happened when Albus Dumbledore entered the room. There was no twinkle in his eyes.
"Children, I have grave news. Please come to my office." He paused. "Immediately."
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So, did you like it? I had to leave a cliffhanger. How else would I sucker you all into reviewing. Did you know that I usually only get 10-15 reviews per chapter? PLEASE REVIEW! I love reviews! Oh, any suggestions for how to end this story? Yes, the end is near. And then I'll have something like an epilogue, and then.THE BIG SURPRISE STORY! (
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