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I made my way downstairs the next morning. Hermoine wasn't in her room, so I figured she would be at breakfast. But before I made it to the Great Hall someone, hiding in a dark corner, grabbed me.
"Ack!" I cried, in an unMalfoyish way, and flailed my arms, also in an unMalfoyish way. "What that—"
"Shh."
"Potter! What is the meaning of this?" I exclaimed. I heard snickering from behind Potter. "Weasley." I said.
"Morning Malfoy." He replied. I wanted to strangle him.
"Malfoy, we tolerate you for Hermoine's sake. Being with you makes her happy. And when she's not, she's unhappy. Getting this so far?" I nodded. "We don't like to see her unhappy, so you had better apologize real quick and make her happy again. Understood?"
"Perfectly."
"Good." He let go of me. I brushed myself off and tried to compose together what little dignity I had left. "Now get to it."
"I'm going, I'm going."
How was I going to do this? She didn't even stay in the room long enough to let me apologize! Think Draco, think! You are a Malfoy; there is nothing you can't do!
Got it! I ran to get some paper. Then I wrote down:
Hermoine,
Please don't do this to me! I love you! And you won't even stay in the room long enough to allow me to explain and apologize! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! Please let me talk with you! I love you!
Forever yours,
Draco
Okay, then, now to send it off so she gets it before breakfast is over.
As the owls swooped in, I watched as Hermoine looked puzzled, at Potter. I had used his owl. Then I watched her read the note. Nothing showed on her face. Damn it! What was she thinking? I saw Potter give me a this-had- better-work look. I glared back, assuring it would. But, hey, I didn't even know if it was going to work! I crossed my fingers and prayed to whatever all-powerful being was up there.
I didn't see her for the rest of the day. We had no classes together. So I just hoped that she would be in our Common Room after dinner.
When I entered through the portrait I saw Hermoine sitting on the couch, the fire outlining her in the dim light. I could tell right away she was crying. I walked over to her.
"Hermoine? What's wrong, Love?" I knelt beside her and took her hand.
She just shook her head and wiped away her tears. I reached my other hand up to get one she missed.
"You know I'm sorry right? Hermoine, I love you. I don't want to hurt you."
She started crying again, and fresh tears poured down her face.
"Hush, don't cry. I'm here. Tell me what's wrong."
She shook her head.
"Why not?" I asked.
"B-because... because if I do... you won't... you won't love me anymore... you'll hate me." She choked out, between sobs.
"Oh, no, I could never hate you. Never." I reassured her. What had happened that could be so bad? I needed to know. "Just tell me." I sat on the couch and pulled her onto my lap. She laid her head on my shoulder and I rocked her back and forth. "Tell me Hermoine."
"I... I'm pregnant, Draco."
I stopped rocking her. I'm sure my eyes were as wide as saucers. She started to pull away.
"I knew you'd hate me. I'll just go."
I pulled her back to me. "No, Hermoine. Is it... it's mine isn't it?"
"Of course it is."
My child. My child! Me? A Father! I pulled Hermoine to me and wrapped my arms around her, protectively. By now my smile was so big, if I smiled anymore it would go off my face.
"You're not mad?" She asked.
"Mad? No! I'm going to be a Father! Why would I be mad? We only have a month more of school, so it's perfectly all right. We'll just get married once school is out. We'll be a family Hermoine! You, me, and our child."
"You mean it Draco?"
"Of course!"
"Oh, Draco, I was so scared that you would turn me away! I wouldn't have known what to do if you did!"
"I would never leave. I love you."
"I love you, too."
I pulled her closer and kissed her. Then we just sat there, her on my lap, as I rocked her. She eventually fell asleep. I carried her to my room, and got into bed. I pulled the covers around us, and fell asleep holding the woman I loved.
Tada! God, if I keep getting more ideas for stories, I'll never finish the other ones I've started! Review people! 'Cause you love me!! muah
I made my way downstairs the next morning. Hermoine wasn't in her room, so I figured she would be at breakfast. But before I made it to the Great Hall someone, hiding in a dark corner, grabbed me.
"Ack!" I cried, in an unMalfoyish way, and flailed my arms, also in an unMalfoyish way. "What that—"
"Shh."
"Potter! What is the meaning of this?" I exclaimed. I heard snickering from behind Potter. "Weasley." I said.
"Morning Malfoy." He replied. I wanted to strangle him.
"Malfoy, we tolerate you for Hermoine's sake. Being with you makes her happy. And when she's not, she's unhappy. Getting this so far?" I nodded. "We don't like to see her unhappy, so you had better apologize real quick and make her happy again. Understood?"
"Perfectly."
"Good." He let go of me. I brushed myself off and tried to compose together what little dignity I had left. "Now get to it."
"I'm going, I'm going."
How was I going to do this? She didn't even stay in the room long enough to let me apologize! Think Draco, think! You are a Malfoy; there is nothing you can't do!
Got it! I ran to get some paper. Then I wrote down:
Hermoine,
Please don't do this to me! I love you! And you won't even stay in the room long enough to allow me to explain and apologize! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! Please let me talk with you! I love you!
Forever yours,
Draco
Okay, then, now to send it off so she gets it before breakfast is over.
As the owls swooped in, I watched as Hermoine looked puzzled, at Potter. I had used his owl. Then I watched her read the note. Nothing showed on her face. Damn it! What was she thinking? I saw Potter give me a this-had- better-work look. I glared back, assuring it would. But, hey, I didn't even know if it was going to work! I crossed my fingers and prayed to whatever all-powerful being was up there.
I didn't see her for the rest of the day. We had no classes together. So I just hoped that she would be in our Common Room after dinner.
When I entered through the portrait I saw Hermoine sitting on the couch, the fire outlining her in the dim light. I could tell right away she was crying. I walked over to her.
"Hermoine? What's wrong, Love?" I knelt beside her and took her hand.
She just shook her head and wiped away her tears. I reached my other hand up to get one she missed.
"You know I'm sorry right? Hermoine, I love you. I don't want to hurt you."
She started crying again, and fresh tears poured down her face.
"Hush, don't cry. I'm here. Tell me what's wrong."
She shook her head.
"Why not?" I asked.
"B-because... because if I do... you won't... you won't love me anymore... you'll hate me." She choked out, between sobs.
"Oh, no, I could never hate you. Never." I reassured her. What had happened that could be so bad? I needed to know. "Just tell me." I sat on the couch and pulled her onto my lap. She laid her head on my shoulder and I rocked her back and forth. "Tell me Hermoine."
"I... I'm pregnant, Draco."
I stopped rocking her. I'm sure my eyes were as wide as saucers. She started to pull away.
"I knew you'd hate me. I'll just go."
I pulled her back to me. "No, Hermoine. Is it... it's mine isn't it?"
"Of course it is."
My child. My child! Me? A Father! I pulled Hermoine to me and wrapped my arms around her, protectively. By now my smile was so big, if I smiled anymore it would go off my face.
"You're not mad?" She asked.
"Mad? No! I'm going to be a Father! Why would I be mad? We only have a month more of school, so it's perfectly all right. We'll just get married once school is out. We'll be a family Hermoine! You, me, and our child."
"You mean it Draco?"
"Of course!"
"Oh, Draco, I was so scared that you would turn me away! I wouldn't have known what to do if you did!"
"I would never leave. I love you."
"I love you, too."
I pulled her closer and kissed her. Then we just sat there, her on my lap, as I rocked her. She eventually fell asleep. I carried her to my room, and got into bed. I pulled the covers around us, and fell asleep holding the woman I loved.
Tada! God, if I keep getting more ideas for stories, I'll never finish the other ones I've started! Review people! 'Cause you love me!! muah