Hermione lay on her bed, her face buried in the layers of sheets and comforters spread neatly atop it. Why did she always let Malfoy get to her? It was as if he could see right into her eyes and understand what she was going through. But how could he? She let out a strangled cry of frustration. HOW COULD A HEARTLESS GIT LIKE DRACO MALFOY UNDERSTAND?!
Draco stood by the door, listening as Hermione tired herself out with her pounding and screams of frustration. Finally, everything was quiet, and he sighed, thankful that she was asleep. He mentally pounded himself, hating himself for being such a coward and not coming out and telling Hermione that he was Heidi's father. What was he waiting for? For Potter to tell her the truth? Silently, he crept back to his own room, shutting the door quietly and climbing into bed without bothering with a shower or a change of clothes.
Hermione cried herself to sleep, oblivious to Heidi's crying..
"Hey! Come back here!" A voice rumbled through the crevices of Hermione's brain.
"No!" Hermione screamed playfully as she ran away from the boy sitting on the bed, still half naked and clawing wildly for his shirt.
"No?" The boy jumped off the bed and chased after her, hands outstreched and ready to grab his shirt back. He easily outran her and tackled Hermione to the ground gently, pulling her in by the waist.
"Not fair." Hermione pouted, taking in a sharp breath of air.
"Fair, eh?" The boy smirked [his oh-so-sexy smirk that she had fallen in love with] and started tickling her. His fingers slid with ease up and down her torso making her keel over with laughter.
"No--" Hermione gasped stopping between her fit of giggles. "STOP!--Stop!--I promise I won't steal your shirt again." The boy showed no mercy, continuing to tickle her.
"Please!--Stop!" Hermione screamed as he dug his fingers deeper into her sides.
"Promise?" The boy spoke again, stopping momentarily.
"I promise! Now stop!" Hermione pushed him off lightly.
"Alright! Alright! Fair is fair." The boy rolled off of her, the both of them laying on the bedroom floor, flushed and tired out.
"..time for REVENGE!" Hermione screamed suddenly, crawling onto the blonde boy and tickling him savagely.
"This is not fair!" The boy's voice grated against Hermione's neck. He started trailing kisses up her neck and finally capturing her lips in a soft warm kiss. By now, Hermione had stopped her tickling and moved her hands behind his head, running her fingers through his silky blonde hair.
The boy pulled away first, smirking.
"WHAT?" Hermione smacked him in the chest.
"I love you, Hermione Granger." He whispered, looking deep into her eyes.
"I love you more, Draco Malfoy."
Hermione woke up drenched in cold sweat. Draco Malfoy in her dreams was something that didn't happen everyday, but then again, those dreams where she always ended up snogging a blonde male. Could that be him as well? The gears turned in Hermione's sharp mind as she tried to sort out all her dreams and feelings. She glanced over at her alarm clock. 9:20?! No one had bothered to wake her up and she was already late for Double Potions. Hermione slumped back onto her bed, thinking what a brilliant way it was to start a day.
A tapping at the window broke into Hermione's thoughts and she turned to see a beautiful falcon perched on a branch outside her window. Slowly, she stood up, making her way to the window and unfastening the lock that held it in place. The falcon eyed her carefully and flew into the room, landing gracefully on Heidi's crib. Hermione padded over, wondering who the beautiful falcon belonged to, and gently removed the note that it had attached to its leg. After nipping her finger affectionately, the falcon flew out the window again, eager to return to its master.
Hermione unrolled the note, taking in the messy boyish scrawl on the parchment.
' Sorry about last night. I was truly out of place.'
She sighed, just like Draco Malfoy to bring up the things that she didn't wanted to remember. She flung the note into the fire. But he had been right. Hermione wasn't happy. She was alone and scared, and pretending to be Harry's perfect girlfriend was only a drug, keeping her high and smothering her true depression.
Draco sat in Charms, daydreaming in class for the second time that week. How had he fallen in love with her? How did something so perfect become such a nightmare?
Draco sat in the head compartment, waiting to meet the new Head girl. His stomach fluttered with unknown excitement as the compartment door slid open, revealing a pair of long tanned legs. He trailed his gaze slowly upwards, past the flowing summer dress and curly brown hair and finally landing on her face. Brown curls falling into her dark brown eyes fringed with long lashes, her cheeks touched with a slight blush and a sprinkle of freckles, she was a Goddess!
"I-uh-nice to meet you." Draco shot out his hand awkwardly.
"Malfoy. Nice to meet you too." She smirked sarcastically.
"I-have we met?" Draco's usually suave demeanor slowly flickered back.
The brunette rolled her eyes, holding out her hand, mocking Draco, "Hermione Granger. Pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine. Granger." Draco smirked, wondering when the stuck up little muggleborn had become the attractive female before him.
"Stop drooling, Malfoy, it's disgusting." Hermione had taken a seat across from him and had pulled out a book which she promptly began reading ignoring Draco for the rest of the ride to Hogwarts.
From that moment on, Draco had made it his mission to make Herimone his.
"Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Mafloy?" A cautious rapping drew Draco out of his memories. He looked up to see Professor Flitwick nervously dancing around his desk. "You are going to be late for your next class if you don't hurry." Draco looked around to see the whole room empty.
"Oh, right. Thanks Professor." Draco's usually stolid face cracked a small sliver of a smile, and grabbing his things, he ran out of the room, heading back to the Head common room instead of his next class. There was no way he could concentrate on anything without Hermione's face floating into his mind.
Climbing through the portrait hole, Draco slung his bag over his shoulder and stomped up the stairs to his room, where he promptly removed his shirt and prepared for a shower.
As he walked into the bathroom, he could see the door to Hermione's room slightly ajar, and padding over the bathroom barefoot, he stuck his head in when he heard a happy gurgling emmit from the crib that stood in the center of the room.
Draco slid over, craning his neck to see a delighted Heidi gurgling and sucking on her hand. She cocked her head to one side when she saw him, immediately stopping what ever she had been doing.
Cautiously, Draco reached within the crib and his arms emerged, wrapped around his baby girl. His face broke into a bigger smile than he ever knew could appear on his face. This was his daughter! His beautiful little girl! He brought her up to his chest, nearly smothering the little baby with his tight hug. "I love you so much, Heidi." He beamed, and forgetting about his shower, he took her down to the common room, where he cuddled and hugged her.
For the whole morning and into the afternoon, Draco spent every precious moment with his daughter, from changing her diapers for the first time, to magicking milk for her to suckle on.
As Heidi greedily drained the last drop, Draco rocked her slowly and softly, humming a tune into her delicate little ears. He hadn't even realized that the whole day had gone by and classes were over already.
Suddenly, Hermione and Harry stepped into the room, abruptly ending their father daughter bonding time.
"DROP HER, MALFOY!" Hermione held out her wand, pointing it directly at Draco's heart but not willing to hex him in case she missed and hit Heidi instead.
Draco stared back at her insolently, not willing to put down his daughter he had waited so long to finally hold.
"NOW!" Screeched Hermione, waving her wand threateningly while Harry stood there just looking plain guilty.
Draco turned his stony gaze on to Harry, and for a split second, Harry thought he saw a look of sadness and surrender. Draco slowly bent over, placing Heidi gently onto the sofa as she cried out, waving her little arms at him. "Bye Heidi." Draco swept a thumb over her rosy little cheeks before bounding up to his room and slamming the door shut behind him.
Harry sighed watching as Draco tore up the stairs. He ran a hand through his always messy black hair. "Hermione, you really don't have to be this way."
"How can you say that?! Did you see the way he was looking at Heidi? It was like he was going to kill her or something." Hermione ran over to the sofa, immediately picking Heidi up and rocking her back and forth softly. "Don't worry, that Draco Malfoy will never hurt you again. Shhhhhh."
Harry could only stand and watch, too full of guilt and sympathy for Draco to even look at Heidi.