The Choices in Life: Chapter Seven
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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Last Time:
"Like you?" Hermione enquired.
"You know, look at me, like me."
"Oh..." Hermione said, nodded. "I didn't know girls like that volunteered for Sisters United."
"You have no idea," Flick told her, going into explanation of her last big sisters.
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Chapter Seven: Seven, the lucky number.
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The last couple of weeks have just been the biggest pick-me-up Hermione could have gotten. Hanging out with Flick and a few friends had been exactly what she needed; unfortunately, the occasional Draco-message seemed to come her. Like at this exact moment.
"Hermione!" Harry called from the living room.
"Yes, Harry?" Hermione called back from her bedroom, dropping the tiny package she'd just wrapped for Flick. It was a surprise present for her.
Flick actually felt like a real little sister to her. Their only problem was the she felt Flick was hiding something from her. Her latest mission, besides avoiding Draco at all costs, was to pop that secret out of Flick. And what better way than dining at her favorite restaurant?
"Can you come here a second?" Harry yelled, obviously doing something.
"Hold on," Hermione called, slipping on a pair of cork-platforms and hurrying down the hall, swinging her bag over her shoulder at the same time.
Upon entering the living room, Hermione stopped dead. Harry stood in the living room, along with Ron and, this part was the shock, Draco.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Harry. "Harry, you deceivable, cunning, despicable, ex-best friend. How dare you bring him here?"
"Hermione, please, this is important."
"No, Flick is important. And I'm going to be late," Hermione hissed, storming from the room.
She heard Harry tell Draco who Flick was before Draco caught up with her.
"Hermione, I just want to talk to you."
"Why? Your air-headed bimbo unable to string two words together?" she shot acidly.
"No, I just thought we needed to discuss things."
"And what things might that be?"
"Our baby."
"MY baby!" Hermione corrected him. "I am having this baby, alone. You need take no part in it, Malfoy," she hissed rudely.
"But I want to take part. I helped create that baby. It's half mine."
"Let's see how that tune changes when support payment come around," Hermione said before getting into her car and driving away, oblivious to the fact that Draco was following her.
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Hermione and Flick, about to step into the restaurant, were suddenly stopped by a man calling out Hermione's name. Hermione glared at Draco as he run up to them.
"Please, Hermione," he pleaded with his eyes as well as his voice. At the risk of his making a scene, Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him into the restaurant.
"You can eat with us; just don't do this in front of Flick."
Draco nodded, finally looking over at Flick. His eyes traveled over Flick's purple dredies, her visible piercing and then looked back to Hermione.
Hermione smirked, Draco was obviously horrified.
"Draco, this is my Little Sister, Felicity Moore. Flick, this is Draco Malfoy."
"'Sup?" Flick asked, shaking his hand.
"Hey," Draco said, taking her hand cautiously.
"Hmmm... Hmmm..." Hermione fake coughed, "Draco, I believe we'll be needing a table."
"Right," Draco said, pulling out his wallet. Hermione's smirk grew, served the bastard right. Draco walked up to the waitress stand.
"Table for three, please."
"Right this way, sir," The waitress said, leading Draco, Hermione and Flick to a table near the back of the restaurant, Hermione favorite spot to sit.
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Conversation didn't seem to be going anywhere after they had ordered. Hermione suddenly remembered the gift she'd made for Flick.
Digging into her handbag, Hermione pulled out the tiny wrapped package.
"Flick, I made this for you," she mumbled handing it over.
Flick ripped it open mercilessly, and held up a thin, beaded necklace.
"Oh, Mia, it's beautiful," Flick whispered, using her nickname for Hermione.
"Thank you," Hermione blushed and began helping Flick to tie it around her neck.
"You made that, yourself?" Draco asked, trying to start conversation.
"Yes, Draco," Hermione muttered dully. She had been avoiding talking to him for most of the time they'd been there.
"I'm gunna see how it looks in the mirror," Flick said, standing and rushing off to the bathroom, leaving Hermione and Draco alone.
"We really need to talk about what happened," Draco said quickly.
Hermione sighed, "Fine, talk."
"Look, Hermione, in case you're unaware, I love you. You, not Courtney."
"So the bimbo has a name," Hermione said coolly.
"Will you take this seriously?" Draco shot.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Me? Take this seriously? You've got me pregnant and you're off screwing some other chick. You're being serious about this, aren't you?"
"I'm not screwing her."
"What do you call it? Exercising?"
"Hermione!"
"Draco!"
"Why won't you take any of this in?"
"Because I'm not stupid enough to fall for your trick twice."
"What trick, Hermione? There's no trick. I seriously love you."
"Prove it," Hermione shot, just as Flick returned from the bathroom.
"What were you two arguing about?" Flick asked, twirling her fork.
"We weren't arguing," Hermione said, rather quickly.
"Right, you weren't," Flick said sarcastically, nodding her head slowly.
"Where is that waitress with our food?" Hermione said, even more quickly this time. Her lamest attempt to change the subject.
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The next morning, Hermione woke her head pounding and the sound of the blender blaring from the kitchen. Getting up slower than usual, she found her slippers and dressing gown, then even slower than when she had gotten out of bed, she made her way down to the kitchen.
"Harry, turn the fucking blender off," she yelled, trying to make herself heard.
"Sorry," Harry apologized, a grin on his face.
"What are you so happy about?" Hermione asked, pouring herself a coffee.
"Go into the living room and you'll see," Harry told her, still unable to wipe the grin from his face.
Hermione raised an eyebrow and followed Harry's instructions.
Stepping into the living room, Hermione's mouth fell open and her coffee mug fell from her grip, smashing into multiple tiny pieces on the hard tiles.
The living room was covered in flowers. Red, pink, yellow roses, lavender, daisies, sunflowers, lilies, every kind of flower you could name off the top of your head. Hermione blinked as Harry rushed in after her, carrying a towel.
He quickly moped up the mess of the smashed mug, which lay around Hermione's frozen body.
"How did all these...?" was all she could get out.
In one word, Harry cemented her suspicions. "Draco."
"Draco? He brought all these flowers. But that would have cost..." she paused again as Harry pushed a card into her hands.
My Dearest Hermione,
You told me I was to prove my love to you, and I will. This is only the beginning.
The flowers represent the blooming of your baby's life. And flowers also stand for friendship. I want us to be friends, best friends. I love in more ways than one, and I want you to love me the same.
You're the angel my garden, and every flower represents only a tiny part of my soul which is forever yours.
Love Draco.
Hermione looked up at Harry.
"Is he for real?"
Harry nodded, still grinning. "He really cares for you, Mione."
"That he's still got to prove to me," Hermione told him, tossing the card onto the closest bouquet of flowers.
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The next day Hermione woke to the sound of soft music playing from outside her window. Muttering to herself she pulled her blinds and window open.
Out of her front lawn stood Draco, dressed in a tux, a red rose in his hand.
At the sight of Hermione, Draco began to sing. Even though he had a good voice, Hermione was not in the mood for this right now.
She waited for him to finished, although this was so totally romantic, she was meant to be mad at him. And she was going to stay mad at him, no matter how hard it was.
"Draco, why are you doing this to yourself?" she asked, leaning out the window.
"Because I love you, Hermione Granger," he called back. "I LOVE HERMIONE GRANGER!!" he yelled towards the heavens.
"Draco, shh... You'll wake the neighbors."
"They won't mind, this is for love."
"Yes, they will mind. And the only love is coming from you, and it's just too early."
"It's never early for love," Draco told her.
"Actually, it is. And it's right now," Hermione called out to him, Slamming her window shut. "Harry! Ron!" She yelled.
Both young men appeared at her door. "Yes?" They asked, fake innocence on their faces.
"Please, get him away from the house," she muttered, crawling back into her bed.
They both sighed and went to shoo Draco.
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The next few days Draco either sent or woke her with one present or another. On the third day, he sent chocolates, boxes upon boxes of them. On the fourth day, he sent what seemed like twenty owls with letters of poetry. On the fifth day, he sent a collection of romantic novels. On the sixth day, he sent a private limo to take her, Harry and Ron out to breakfast at a posh restaurant. And on the seventh day...
Hermione rolled out of bed, slipped on her usual slippers, put on her usual dressing gown and as usual, walked down to the kitchen.
Harry stood in the kitchen making breakfast, as usual. And Ron sat at the table, knife and fork at the ready, as usual.
"This is wrong," Hermione muttered, something didn't feel right.
"Yeah," Ron said, looking over his shoulder as if he expected something creepy to be there.
"No, I mean, no Draco anything," she told them.
Harry grinned. "I'm sure something'll turn up."
"You know something, don't you?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
"Er- No," Harry lied, it was so obvious when he lied.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Fine, don't tell me."
At that moment the door bell rang. Hermione looked at the two boys. "Are one of you going to get that?"
They both shook their head quickly.
"Fine," she sighed, "I'll bite."
She slowly made her way down the hallway and opened the front door.
There knelt Draco, on one knee, a tiny box in his hand.
"Draco, no... you can't be doing this," she whispered.
"Hermione Granger, I need you in my life. You're the one thing I can't have, yet would die for. You're my dream, my hope, my everything and I want to be everything to you. Will you let me be your everything?"
Draco opened the tiny case to reveal a snake-shaped, golden, diamond- studded engagement ring. Hermione gasped, it was the most beautiful ring she'd ever seen. Draco's eyes pleaded with hers.
"Draco, you can't expect to just let everything go and just forgive you. Do I look like a push over?" she asked.
Draco stood, making her feel slightly small, as he was taller than her my more than a head.
"No, Hermione, and that's one of the reasons I love you. You're there for the under dog, you dream with the dreamers. You're the smartest girl I know. You're the most beautiful, caring, intelligent and loving person on this plant, you're perfect."
"I'm not perfect," she muttered.
Draco pressed his lips to her temple slowly. "You are to me."
A tear fell down Hermione cheek. This was becoming all too much. Yes, she loved Draco, and he said he loved her. But could she trust him? Would she ever be able to trust him? He's hurt her so deeply, but maybe that was a sign that he meant so much to her. She needed... time. She needed to think it over.
"Draco, can I have a little... time?" She asked.
Draco smiled. "As much as you need, my angel," he said, kissing her forehead and stepping out the door.
Hermione watched him walk to his car, placing the ring box into his pocket.
He seemed for real, but was he really?
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END CHAPTER...
Oh I love proposals. I have to admit that I'm not sure if I'll have Hermione say yes. You guys'll have to review and tell me what you think.
Until then,
- Chari-J
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.
-=-=-=-
Last Time:
"Like you?" Hermione enquired.
"You know, look at me, like me."
"Oh..." Hermione said, nodded. "I didn't know girls like that volunteered for Sisters United."
"You have no idea," Flick told her, going into explanation of her last big sisters.
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Chapter Seven: Seven, the lucky number.
-=-=-
The last couple of weeks have just been the biggest pick-me-up Hermione could have gotten. Hanging out with Flick and a few friends had been exactly what she needed; unfortunately, the occasional Draco-message seemed to come her. Like at this exact moment.
"Hermione!" Harry called from the living room.
"Yes, Harry?" Hermione called back from her bedroom, dropping the tiny package she'd just wrapped for Flick. It was a surprise present for her.
Flick actually felt like a real little sister to her. Their only problem was the she felt Flick was hiding something from her. Her latest mission, besides avoiding Draco at all costs, was to pop that secret out of Flick. And what better way than dining at her favorite restaurant?
"Can you come here a second?" Harry yelled, obviously doing something.
"Hold on," Hermione called, slipping on a pair of cork-platforms and hurrying down the hall, swinging her bag over her shoulder at the same time.
Upon entering the living room, Hermione stopped dead. Harry stood in the living room, along with Ron and, this part was the shock, Draco.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Harry. "Harry, you deceivable, cunning, despicable, ex-best friend. How dare you bring him here?"
"Hermione, please, this is important."
"No, Flick is important. And I'm going to be late," Hermione hissed, storming from the room.
She heard Harry tell Draco who Flick was before Draco caught up with her.
"Hermione, I just want to talk to you."
"Why? Your air-headed bimbo unable to string two words together?" she shot acidly.
"No, I just thought we needed to discuss things."
"And what things might that be?"
"Our baby."
"MY baby!" Hermione corrected him. "I am having this baby, alone. You need take no part in it, Malfoy," she hissed rudely.
"But I want to take part. I helped create that baby. It's half mine."
"Let's see how that tune changes when support payment come around," Hermione said before getting into her car and driving away, oblivious to the fact that Draco was following her.
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Hermione and Flick, about to step into the restaurant, were suddenly stopped by a man calling out Hermione's name. Hermione glared at Draco as he run up to them.
"Please, Hermione," he pleaded with his eyes as well as his voice. At the risk of his making a scene, Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him into the restaurant.
"You can eat with us; just don't do this in front of Flick."
Draco nodded, finally looking over at Flick. His eyes traveled over Flick's purple dredies, her visible piercing and then looked back to Hermione.
Hermione smirked, Draco was obviously horrified.
"Draco, this is my Little Sister, Felicity Moore. Flick, this is Draco Malfoy."
"'Sup?" Flick asked, shaking his hand.
"Hey," Draco said, taking her hand cautiously.
"Hmmm... Hmmm..." Hermione fake coughed, "Draco, I believe we'll be needing a table."
"Right," Draco said, pulling out his wallet. Hermione's smirk grew, served the bastard right. Draco walked up to the waitress stand.
"Table for three, please."
"Right this way, sir," The waitress said, leading Draco, Hermione and Flick to a table near the back of the restaurant, Hermione favorite spot to sit.
--
Conversation didn't seem to be going anywhere after they had ordered. Hermione suddenly remembered the gift she'd made for Flick.
Digging into her handbag, Hermione pulled out the tiny wrapped package.
"Flick, I made this for you," she mumbled handing it over.
Flick ripped it open mercilessly, and held up a thin, beaded necklace.
"Oh, Mia, it's beautiful," Flick whispered, using her nickname for Hermione.
"Thank you," Hermione blushed and began helping Flick to tie it around her neck.
"You made that, yourself?" Draco asked, trying to start conversation.
"Yes, Draco," Hermione muttered dully. She had been avoiding talking to him for most of the time they'd been there.
"I'm gunna see how it looks in the mirror," Flick said, standing and rushing off to the bathroom, leaving Hermione and Draco alone.
"We really need to talk about what happened," Draco said quickly.
Hermione sighed, "Fine, talk."
"Look, Hermione, in case you're unaware, I love you. You, not Courtney."
"So the bimbo has a name," Hermione said coolly.
"Will you take this seriously?" Draco shot.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Me? Take this seriously? You've got me pregnant and you're off screwing some other chick. You're being serious about this, aren't you?"
"I'm not screwing her."
"What do you call it? Exercising?"
"Hermione!"
"Draco!"
"Why won't you take any of this in?"
"Because I'm not stupid enough to fall for your trick twice."
"What trick, Hermione? There's no trick. I seriously love you."
"Prove it," Hermione shot, just as Flick returned from the bathroom.
"What were you two arguing about?" Flick asked, twirling her fork.
"We weren't arguing," Hermione said, rather quickly.
"Right, you weren't," Flick said sarcastically, nodding her head slowly.
"Where is that waitress with our food?" Hermione said, even more quickly this time. Her lamest attempt to change the subject.
--
The next morning, Hermione woke her head pounding and the sound of the blender blaring from the kitchen. Getting up slower than usual, she found her slippers and dressing gown, then even slower than when she had gotten out of bed, she made her way down to the kitchen.
"Harry, turn the fucking blender off," she yelled, trying to make herself heard.
"Sorry," Harry apologized, a grin on his face.
"What are you so happy about?" Hermione asked, pouring herself a coffee.
"Go into the living room and you'll see," Harry told her, still unable to wipe the grin from his face.
Hermione raised an eyebrow and followed Harry's instructions.
Stepping into the living room, Hermione's mouth fell open and her coffee mug fell from her grip, smashing into multiple tiny pieces on the hard tiles.
The living room was covered in flowers. Red, pink, yellow roses, lavender, daisies, sunflowers, lilies, every kind of flower you could name off the top of your head. Hermione blinked as Harry rushed in after her, carrying a towel.
He quickly moped up the mess of the smashed mug, which lay around Hermione's frozen body.
"How did all these...?" was all she could get out.
In one word, Harry cemented her suspicions. "Draco."
"Draco? He brought all these flowers. But that would have cost..." she paused again as Harry pushed a card into her hands.
My Dearest Hermione,
You told me I was to prove my love to you, and I will. This is only the beginning.
The flowers represent the blooming of your baby's life. And flowers also stand for friendship. I want us to be friends, best friends. I love in more ways than one, and I want you to love me the same.
You're the angel my garden, and every flower represents only a tiny part of my soul which is forever yours.
Love Draco.
Hermione looked up at Harry.
"Is he for real?"
Harry nodded, still grinning. "He really cares for you, Mione."
"That he's still got to prove to me," Hermione told him, tossing the card onto the closest bouquet of flowers.
--
The next day Hermione woke to the sound of soft music playing from outside her window. Muttering to herself she pulled her blinds and window open.
Out of her front lawn stood Draco, dressed in a tux, a red rose in his hand.
At the sight of Hermione, Draco began to sing. Even though he had a good voice, Hermione was not in the mood for this right now.
She waited for him to finished, although this was so totally romantic, she was meant to be mad at him. And she was going to stay mad at him, no matter how hard it was.
"Draco, why are you doing this to yourself?" she asked, leaning out the window.
"Because I love you, Hermione Granger," he called back. "I LOVE HERMIONE GRANGER!!" he yelled towards the heavens.
"Draco, shh... You'll wake the neighbors."
"They won't mind, this is for love."
"Yes, they will mind. And the only love is coming from you, and it's just too early."
"It's never early for love," Draco told her.
"Actually, it is. And it's right now," Hermione called out to him, Slamming her window shut. "Harry! Ron!" She yelled.
Both young men appeared at her door. "Yes?" They asked, fake innocence on their faces.
"Please, get him away from the house," she muttered, crawling back into her bed.
They both sighed and went to shoo Draco.
--
The next few days Draco either sent or woke her with one present or another. On the third day, he sent chocolates, boxes upon boxes of them. On the fourth day, he sent what seemed like twenty owls with letters of poetry. On the fifth day, he sent a collection of romantic novels. On the sixth day, he sent a private limo to take her, Harry and Ron out to breakfast at a posh restaurant. And on the seventh day...
Hermione rolled out of bed, slipped on her usual slippers, put on her usual dressing gown and as usual, walked down to the kitchen.
Harry stood in the kitchen making breakfast, as usual. And Ron sat at the table, knife and fork at the ready, as usual.
"This is wrong," Hermione muttered, something didn't feel right.
"Yeah," Ron said, looking over his shoulder as if he expected something creepy to be there.
"No, I mean, no Draco anything," she told them.
Harry grinned. "I'm sure something'll turn up."
"You know something, don't you?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
"Er- No," Harry lied, it was so obvious when he lied.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Fine, don't tell me."
At that moment the door bell rang. Hermione looked at the two boys. "Are one of you going to get that?"
They both shook their head quickly.
"Fine," she sighed, "I'll bite."
She slowly made her way down the hallway and opened the front door.
There knelt Draco, on one knee, a tiny box in his hand.
"Draco, no... you can't be doing this," she whispered.
"Hermione Granger, I need you in my life. You're the one thing I can't have, yet would die for. You're my dream, my hope, my everything and I want to be everything to you. Will you let me be your everything?"
Draco opened the tiny case to reveal a snake-shaped, golden, diamond- studded engagement ring. Hermione gasped, it was the most beautiful ring she'd ever seen. Draco's eyes pleaded with hers.
"Draco, you can't expect to just let everything go and just forgive you. Do I look like a push over?" she asked.
Draco stood, making her feel slightly small, as he was taller than her my more than a head.
"No, Hermione, and that's one of the reasons I love you. You're there for the under dog, you dream with the dreamers. You're the smartest girl I know. You're the most beautiful, caring, intelligent and loving person on this plant, you're perfect."
"I'm not perfect," she muttered.
Draco pressed his lips to her temple slowly. "You are to me."
A tear fell down Hermione cheek. This was becoming all too much. Yes, she loved Draco, and he said he loved her. But could she trust him? Would she ever be able to trust him? He's hurt her so deeply, but maybe that was a sign that he meant so much to her. She needed... time. She needed to think it over.
"Draco, can I have a little... time?" She asked.
Draco smiled. "As much as you need, my angel," he said, kissing her forehead and stepping out the door.
Hermione watched him walk to his car, placing the ring box into his pocket.
He seemed for real, but was he really?
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END CHAPTER...
Oh I love proposals. I have to admit that I'm not sure if I'll have Hermione say yes. You guys'll have to review and tell me what you think.
Until then,
- Chari-J