The Choices in Life: Chapter Three.
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Summary: Hermione accidentally falls pregnant after a night out partying. Who's the father? You'll have to read to see. And what will happen when Hermione has to choose between the men she loves, and her own child?
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Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
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Hermione smiled as Draco's muggle watch beeped, telling them it was twelve o'clock. Draco glared at his watch.
Hermione smiled at it, she loved how Draco had become so muggle-friendly after his father's death. Lucius had tried to escape from Azkaban in their seventh year and had been killed by auror's after he got out.
"I... I've gotta go," He said looking into Hermione's eyes, Hermione could tell he didn't want to say those words.
"Oh, It's okay, you have work tomorrow, don't you?" she asked, trying to pretend that she didn't mind that he was leaving.
Draco nodded. "Hey, um... do you maybe want to come back to my place?" Draco asked, Hermione grinned as he blushed slighty.
She thought about it. "You don't think we're gunna..." Hermione began.
"No," Draco said shaking his head vigorously, "It's just... Are you sure you should be going back to that house with Potter in that mood?"
Hermione's grin grew. "You've got a point there Mr. Malfoy."
She thought about his proposal a little more. "Hmm.... I s'pose I should."
Draco looked up, he Malfoy-grin in place. "Great."
Draco paid her bill, saying it was the gentleman thing to do. Hermione didn't argue, she was down to her last few bucks and she'd spent it on drinks.
They walked outside, hand in hand, Draco smiled when they stopped next to Hermione's shabby V.W. Hermione blushed, the car was definately over due for a service, and a paint-job.
Hermione suddenly realised she didn't know where Draco lived. She asked him so.
"It's about ten minutes drive from here," He told her. "You know we don't need to take two cars."
"What are you trying to say?" Hermione asked, not liking the glint in his eye.
Draco looked down at his pockets, Hermione did so too. Draco showed her the end of his wand.
"Draco, you can't do magic here, we're in public view."
"There's an alley around the back, I'll drive it down there, no-one will see what I've done. Here, follow me with mine," He passed Hermione a set of shiny car keys. Draco nodded his head to a car three spaces away.
Hermione gaped at the car. "You have a merc?" She asked, eyeing it with approval. she hadn't seen his car anytimes he'd come to the party.
Draco smiled a toothy grin. "Eat your heart out," He said as she handed her keys over and skipped over to Draco's Merc.
She unlocked the door and slid in, grinning as if she'd won the lottery. She turned on the ignition and chuckled as Draco's music began to play, it was Blink182, her favourite band. She couldn't believe that Draco liked them.
She backed the car out and followed Draco to the alley so they could transport her car.
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Draco pulled up outside a block of flats. Hermione turned to him.
"This i it?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow at it. she'd expected something big and fancy.
Draco shrugged. "I'm not one for the lonely house, I did that my whole childhood and you can never get a parking space for your apartment around here. So this is what's left basically."
Hermione grinned. "I see, aren't we a smart one now."
Draco put on a mock-hurt look. "You didn't think I was smart?"
Hermione giggled at that. Draco grinned at getting a laugh out of her and got out of the car. Before Hermione could open her door Draco was already there, with the door open.
He offered her his hand. She took it.
"Why Mr. Malfoy, you spoil me," She said in a flirty way.
Draco bowed, carrying on the joke.
They entered the flat and Hermione was shocked, she had expected it to look like Ron's room, scraps of this and that everywhere. It wasn't, even more shocking was the fact that it was just like Harry's room, clean and tidy. Everything neat and put away.
She gaped.
"What is it?" Draco asked, worried something was wrong.
"It's... clean," She said, entering and looking around.
Draco laughed. "What did you expect?"
Hermione decided not to answer him.
The front door opened into the living room, Hermione spotted a plama-screen and raised her eyebrow at the aerial on top, it was connected to a box which resembled a foxtel box.
"What is that?" She asked, pointing to it.
"Don't tell you haven't seen the latest wizarding cable, it's got two hundred wizarding channels."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. It seemed even wizards were becoming obsessed with television.
The living room had two sofas, an expensive looking coffee table, a surround-sound muggle sterio, and a corner bar. She grinned at that, but hoped Draco was that much of a drinker.
A hall led from the room on the right, and a door was on the left. Draco showed her that the door led to the kitchen and the hall led to the bathroom, two bedrooms and a laundry.
"I suppose you want to sleep, it is late," Draco said, looking at his watch as if to emphasise the fact about the time. "You can sleep in the spare bedroom. The bed's been made up and everything."
"Thank you," Hermione said, feeling kind of awkward. "Um... I kind of have nothing to wear to bed," She told him, only just realising this herself.
"Oh..." Draco said, blushing slightly. "Hold on."
He disappeared down the hall and into his bedroom, Hermione could hear him digging around in a drawer. He appeared moments later carrying an old shirt.
"Here," He gave it to her. "This should cover... er... you."
"Thanks," Hermione said. "Um... Goodnight," She walked over and kissed his cheek. She passed him, but he caught her arm, she turned back to him.
Draco pulled her into an embrace and kissed her hungrily. "Goodnight, sweetness."
Hermione left him, smiling, and slightly flushed.
'What are Harry and Ron going to say?' She asked herself, then quickly pushed it to the back of her mind. Draco wanted to be with her, and she realised that she wanted to be with him. And on top of that she was having his baby and he wanted to help. What more could she ask for?
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I know, i know, lame as, but you try writing a story with your little brother watching cartoons in the back ground. Oh well, there's always next chapter to make up for it.
Review n all,
~Thai.
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Summary: Hermione accidentally falls pregnant after a night out partying. Who's the father? You'll have to read to see. And what will happen when Hermione has to choose between the men she loves, and her own child?
~~~
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
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Hermione smiled as Draco's muggle watch beeped, telling them it was twelve o'clock. Draco glared at his watch.
Hermione smiled at it, she loved how Draco had become so muggle-friendly after his father's death. Lucius had tried to escape from Azkaban in their seventh year and had been killed by auror's after he got out.
"I... I've gotta go," He said looking into Hermione's eyes, Hermione could tell he didn't want to say those words.
"Oh, It's okay, you have work tomorrow, don't you?" she asked, trying to pretend that she didn't mind that he was leaving.
Draco nodded. "Hey, um... do you maybe want to come back to my place?" Draco asked, Hermione grinned as he blushed slighty.
She thought about it. "You don't think we're gunna..." Hermione began.
"No," Draco said shaking his head vigorously, "It's just... Are you sure you should be going back to that house with Potter in that mood?"
Hermione's grin grew. "You've got a point there Mr. Malfoy."
She thought about his proposal a little more. "Hmm.... I s'pose I should."
Draco looked up, he Malfoy-grin in place. "Great."
Draco paid her bill, saying it was the gentleman thing to do. Hermione didn't argue, she was down to her last few bucks and she'd spent it on drinks.
They walked outside, hand in hand, Draco smiled when they stopped next to Hermione's shabby V.W. Hermione blushed, the car was definately over due for a service, and a paint-job.
Hermione suddenly realised she didn't know where Draco lived. She asked him so.
"It's about ten minutes drive from here," He told her. "You know we don't need to take two cars."
"What are you trying to say?" Hermione asked, not liking the glint in his eye.
Draco looked down at his pockets, Hermione did so too. Draco showed her the end of his wand.
"Draco, you can't do magic here, we're in public view."
"There's an alley around the back, I'll drive it down there, no-one will see what I've done. Here, follow me with mine," He passed Hermione a set of shiny car keys. Draco nodded his head to a car three spaces away.
Hermione gaped at the car. "You have a merc?" She asked, eyeing it with approval. she hadn't seen his car anytimes he'd come to the party.
Draco smiled a toothy grin. "Eat your heart out," He said as she handed her keys over and skipped over to Draco's Merc.
She unlocked the door and slid in, grinning as if she'd won the lottery. She turned on the ignition and chuckled as Draco's music began to play, it was Blink182, her favourite band. She couldn't believe that Draco liked them.
She backed the car out and followed Draco to the alley so they could transport her car.
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Draco pulled up outside a block of flats. Hermione turned to him.
"This i it?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow at it. she'd expected something big and fancy.
Draco shrugged. "I'm not one for the lonely house, I did that my whole childhood and you can never get a parking space for your apartment around here. So this is what's left basically."
Hermione grinned. "I see, aren't we a smart one now."
Draco put on a mock-hurt look. "You didn't think I was smart?"
Hermione giggled at that. Draco grinned at getting a laugh out of her and got out of the car. Before Hermione could open her door Draco was already there, with the door open.
He offered her his hand. She took it.
"Why Mr. Malfoy, you spoil me," She said in a flirty way.
Draco bowed, carrying on the joke.
They entered the flat and Hermione was shocked, she had expected it to look like Ron's room, scraps of this and that everywhere. It wasn't, even more shocking was the fact that it was just like Harry's room, clean and tidy. Everything neat and put away.
She gaped.
"What is it?" Draco asked, worried something was wrong.
"It's... clean," She said, entering and looking around.
Draco laughed. "What did you expect?"
Hermione decided not to answer him.
The front door opened into the living room, Hermione spotted a plama-screen and raised her eyebrow at the aerial on top, it was connected to a box which resembled a foxtel box.
"What is that?" She asked, pointing to it.
"Don't tell you haven't seen the latest wizarding cable, it's got two hundred wizarding channels."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. It seemed even wizards were becoming obsessed with television.
The living room had two sofas, an expensive looking coffee table, a surround-sound muggle sterio, and a corner bar. She grinned at that, but hoped Draco was that much of a drinker.
A hall led from the room on the right, and a door was on the left. Draco showed her that the door led to the kitchen and the hall led to the bathroom, two bedrooms and a laundry.
"I suppose you want to sleep, it is late," Draco said, looking at his watch as if to emphasise the fact about the time. "You can sleep in the spare bedroom. The bed's been made up and everything."
"Thank you," Hermione said, feeling kind of awkward. "Um... I kind of have nothing to wear to bed," She told him, only just realising this herself.
"Oh..." Draco said, blushing slightly. "Hold on."
He disappeared down the hall and into his bedroom, Hermione could hear him digging around in a drawer. He appeared moments later carrying an old shirt.
"Here," He gave it to her. "This should cover... er... you."
"Thanks," Hermione said. "Um... Goodnight," She walked over and kissed his cheek. She passed him, but he caught her arm, she turned back to him.
Draco pulled her into an embrace and kissed her hungrily. "Goodnight, sweetness."
Hermione left him, smiling, and slightly flushed.
'What are Harry and Ron going to say?' She asked herself, then quickly pushed it to the back of her mind. Draco wanted to be with her, and she realised that she wanted to be with him. And on top of that she was having his baby and he wanted to help. What more could she ask for?
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I know, i know, lame as, but you try writing a story with your little brother watching cartoons in the back ground. Oh well, there's always next chapter to make up for it.
Review n all,
~Thai.