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THE KNEE TREMBLER
Chapter 3 : Draco faces facts, but not before hiding under his duvet
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Draco woke up in the hospital wing with a pounding headache. Then he remembered why he had a pounding headache and it became considerably worse. He gave a groan and turned over, thoughts of babies and no sleep forever running through his brain.
How could this have happened??
Well, obviously he knew *how* it happened, but he couldn't remember hardly anything about the night where it had meant to have happened.
With all his might, he struggled to remember something from the drunken night a few weeks ago. It took a while, but in the end something popped up in a hazy memory.
All he could remember was stumbling around in the dark with some girl with curly hair, then retreating into a very dark corner.
A great deal of movement went on, and Draco remembered vaguely thinking, ''Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, OHHH YES!!!''
And that was the end of that grand train of thought.
Draco gave a deep groan and felt tears of profound misery and general irritance sting the corners of his eyes.
He tried to go back to sleep, but all the worries of never having sex again and being surrounded by a brood of screaming youngsters was dancing round his brain in a highly successfull attempt to make him want to kill himself.
But Draco being Draco, he was far too high-born and half-arsed to waste his time with such a petty thing as suicide. If he was going to vent his rage then he would go home and torture the servants in his mansion until they cried.
He smiled vaguely to himself. Nothing was more fun than making someone feel worse than he did.
Just at that moment, Hermione and Harry walked into the ward. Draco's eyes nearly jumped out of his sockets in horror. He gave a little, girly yelp and hid underneath his duvet.
''If I can't see them, they can't see me,''Draco started saying to himself. He repeated this at least twelve times.
He could sense Hermione standing by his bed. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and muttered, ''If I can't see them, they can't see me.''
''Draco,''said Hermione. ''Stop hiding under that duvet. We know you're under there.''
''Damn these flimsy sheets!'' cried Draco angrily.
He gave an anguished cry and got tangled up in his duvet.
Harry did his best not to giggle, but failed spectacularly and came very close to wetting himself.
''How long have I been unconcious?''said Draco miserably.
''Three days,''said Hermione. ''You didn't take it very well.''
Draco slumped into his pillow. ''Obviously,''he said.
''Anyway,''said Hermione. ''I've done some thinking and I've decided what to do about the baby and all that.''
Harry blinked. ''Why wasn't I informed about this? When were you going to tell me? I didn't know you were actually *thinking* about it yet!''
Hermione looked at Harry and gave a sigh. ''You'll find out soon enough,''she said. She turned back to Draco, who was looking pained, as if someone had just shoved a broken bicycle seat up his arse without lubricant and was turning it slowly and nastily.
She ran a hand through her hair.
''Stop bloody stalling, woman!''snapped Draco. ''My head hurts enough as it sodding well is and the last thing I need is you posing by my bloody bedside!''
Hermione glared at Draco, who was having none of it. ''I've decided to keep the baby.''
Harry, to the side of her, gave a terrible cry, a gurgling gasp, then passed out. This was turning into something of a habit, Hermione noticed.
Draco thought about crying, or passing out, or going on a mad killing rampage but in the end decided on three well-chosen words.
''Oh, bloody hell,''he said.
''I've told my mum and dad,''she continued. ''They were shocked, but they understand and they said it's my choice.''
''Don't I get a say?''snapped Draco.
''No.''
''Oh.''
Draco twiddled his thumbs and cleared his throat. ''So . . .''he said. ''Told anyone else?''
''Yes,''said Hermione. ''Ron.''
Draco gave a biting laugh. ''Jeeeeesus,''he grinnned. ''How did he take it?''
Hermione pointed to a bed not far away from Draco's. Ron lay there, surrounded by strange little implements that were obviously there to help him live. Draco raised an eyebrow. ''He didn't take it well, I see,''he said.
''No,''said Hermione sarcastically. ''He was thrilled and wants to be the godfather.''
Draco scowled.
By Ron's bed they could hear Madam Pomfrey saying, ''Amazing - I've never known someone to have six simultanious heart attacks and survive!''
Draco sniggered at this and Hermione clipped him round the back of the head.
The two of them peered down at Harry, who's leg was twitching in his unconcious state.
''Do you think we should wake him up?''said Draco.
''Oh, don't mind Harry,''said Hermione. ''He'll come around soon enough.''
''Can I kick him and make sure that he doesn't come around?''said Draco, leering unpleasantely.
Hermione ignored this. ''When are you going to tell your parents?''she said, dully.
Draco burst into wild laughter, then stopped. ''Oh . . you were being serious . .''he said. He thought about the question at hand until he came to a suitable answer. ''How does 'never' suit you?'' He grinned in what he thought was a charming way. It clearly wasn't charming to Hermione, as she went to throw a potted plant at his head. Draco gave a girlish squeal and hid underneath his duvet again.
The plant missed and shattered next to his bed. ''You bloody madwoman!!''Draco roared. ''That nearly bloody killed me, you daft bitch!''
Hermioned growled to herself. ''Yes, and what a shame it would've been too if it had, you waste of skin,''she hissed.
Draco pouted. ''Fine,''he said. ''I'll tell my parents, but don't you come whining to me when they've burned your house down and ravaged your village!''
Hermione raised an eyebrow and backed away slightly.
''Not that we've ever done that before . .''babbled Draco. ''Well . . .not in a while anyway.''
''Yes, but *when* are you going to tell them?''cried Hermione, getting rapidly annoyed.
''You might have overlooked the fact that I have been unconcious for *three bloody days*, and maybe, just maybe, I'd like to regain my strength before losing it again, if that's alright with you, your celestial majesty!''hissed Draco sarcastically.
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Draco did what he was told. Within twenty minutes of incessant whining, Hermione had dragged Draco from his bed and made him go to the Owlery to send a letter to his parents, telling them everything that had happened.
Naturally he had cried like a whiny little ponce whilst writing.
''Dear Father, ( the letter had said ) I know this might come as a heart-attack inducing shock to you, but it turns out that I have gotten a girl pregnant. And I know this is only making things worse, but she happens to be a Mudblood with silly hair. I'm very, very, very deeply sorry and I hope you'll find it in your heart not to murder me in the dead of night with a macarbe grin on your face, like you have done to so many people before.
Your loving son,
Draco.''
He attached it to an owl, which flew off extremely fast, to get away from a sobbing seventeen-year-old boy.
Within the hour, a reply came.
There were only three words on it.
''You little bastard.'' it said.
Another owl turned up just as quickly, saying that Lucius Malfoy would be arriving at the school within the week to talk to his son.
And by the word ''talk'' he clearly meant ''disembowel.''
''Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw,''muttered Draco as he passed out.
Hermione groaned. Oh wonderful, a chance to meet the parents of her illigitimite baby's father.
Could it get any better than this?
No, but it could sure as hell try.
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Chapter 4 up soon! Lucius visits Draco . . oh the horror! Thanks for reviews!
Luv Lux
xox
THE KNEE TREMBLER
Chapter 3 : Draco faces facts, but not before hiding under his duvet
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Draco woke up in the hospital wing with a pounding headache. Then he remembered why he had a pounding headache and it became considerably worse. He gave a groan and turned over, thoughts of babies and no sleep forever running through his brain.
How could this have happened??
Well, obviously he knew *how* it happened, but he couldn't remember hardly anything about the night where it had meant to have happened.
With all his might, he struggled to remember something from the drunken night a few weeks ago. It took a while, but in the end something popped up in a hazy memory.
All he could remember was stumbling around in the dark with some girl with curly hair, then retreating into a very dark corner.
A great deal of movement went on, and Draco remembered vaguely thinking, ''Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, OHHH YES!!!''
And that was the end of that grand train of thought.
Draco gave a deep groan and felt tears of profound misery and general irritance sting the corners of his eyes.
He tried to go back to sleep, but all the worries of never having sex again and being surrounded by a brood of screaming youngsters was dancing round his brain in a highly successfull attempt to make him want to kill himself.
But Draco being Draco, he was far too high-born and half-arsed to waste his time with such a petty thing as suicide. If he was going to vent his rage then he would go home and torture the servants in his mansion until they cried.
He smiled vaguely to himself. Nothing was more fun than making someone feel worse than he did.
Just at that moment, Hermione and Harry walked into the ward. Draco's eyes nearly jumped out of his sockets in horror. He gave a little, girly yelp and hid underneath his duvet.
''If I can't see them, they can't see me,''Draco started saying to himself. He repeated this at least twelve times.
He could sense Hermione standing by his bed. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and muttered, ''If I can't see them, they can't see me.''
''Draco,''said Hermione. ''Stop hiding under that duvet. We know you're under there.''
''Damn these flimsy sheets!'' cried Draco angrily.
He gave an anguished cry and got tangled up in his duvet.
Harry did his best not to giggle, but failed spectacularly and came very close to wetting himself.
''How long have I been unconcious?''said Draco miserably.
''Three days,''said Hermione. ''You didn't take it very well.''
Draco slumped into his pillow. ''Obviously,''he said.
''Anyway,''said Hermione. ''I've done some thinking and I've decided what to do about the baby and all that.''
Harry blinked. ''Why wasn't I informed about this? When were you going to tell me? I didn't know you were actually *thinking* about it yet!''
Hermione looked at Harry and gave a sigh. ''You'll find out soon enough,''she said. She turned back to Draco, who was looking pained, as if someone had just shoved a broken bicycle seat up his arse without lubricant and was turning it slowly and nastily.
She ran a hand through her hair.
''Stop bloody stalling, woman!''snapped Draco. ''My head hurts enough as it sodding well is and the last thing I need is you posing by my bloody bedside!''
Hermione glared at Draco, who was having none of it. ''I've decided to keep the baby.''
Harry, to the side of her, gave a terrible cry, a gurgling gasp, then passed out. This was turning into something of a habit, Hermione noticed.
Draco thought about crying, or passing out, or going on a mad killing rampage but in the end decided on three well-chosen words.
''Oh, bloody hell,''he said.
''I've told my mum and dad,''she continued. ''They were shocked, but they understand and they said it's my choice.''
''Don't I get a say?''snapped Draco.
''No.''
''Oh.''
Draco twiddled his thumbs and cleared his throat. ''So . . .''he said. ''Told anyone else?''
''Yes,''said Hermione. ''Ron.''
Draco gave a biting laugh. ''Jeeeeesus,''he grinnned. ''How did he take it?''
Hermione pointed to a bed not far away from Draco's. Ron lay there, surrounded by strange little implements that were obviously there to help him live. Draco raised an eyebrow. ''He didn't take it well, I see,''he said.
''No,''said Hermione sarcastically. ''He was thrilled and wants to be the godfather.''
Draco scowled.
By Ron's bed they could hear Madam Pomfrey saying, ''Amazing - I've never known someone to have six simultanious heart attacks and survive!''
Draco sniggered at this and Hermione clipped him round the back of the head.
The two of them peered down at Harry, who's leg was twitching in his unconcious state.
''Do you think we should wake him up?''said Draco.
''Oh, don't mind Harry,''said Hermione. ''He'll come around soon enough.''
''Can I kick him and make sure that he doesn't come around?''said Draco, leering unpleasantely.
Hermione ignored this. ''When are you going to tell your parents?''she said, dully.
Draco burst into wild laughter, then stopped. ''Oh . . you were being serious . .''he said. He thought about the question at hand until he came to a suitable answer. ''How does 'never' suit you?'' He grinned in what he thought was a charming way. It clearly wasn't charming to Hermione, as she went to throw a potted plant at his head. Draco gave a girlish squeal and hid underneath his duvet again.
The plant missed and shattered next to his bed. ''You bloody madwoman!!''Draco roared. ''That nearly bloody killed me, you daft bitch!''
Hermioned growled to herself. ''Yes, and what a shame it would've been too if it had, you waste of skin,''she hissed.
Draco pouted. ''Fine,''he said. ''I'll tell my parents, but don't you come whining to me when they've burned your house down and ravaged your village!''
Hermione raised an eyebrow and backed away slightly.
''Not that we've ever done that before . .''babbled Draco. ''Well . . .not in a while anyway.''
''Yes, but *when* are you going to tell them?''cried Hermione, getting rapidly annoyed.
''You might have overlooked the fact that I have been unconcious for *three bloody days*, and maybe, just maybe, I'd like to regain my strength before losing it again, if that's alright with you, your celestial majesty!''hissed Draco sarcastically.
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Draco did what he was told. Within twenty minutes of incessant whining, Hermione had dragged Draco from his bed and made him go to the Owlery to send a letter to his parents, telling them everything that had happened.
Naturally he had cried like a whiny little ponce whilst writing.
''Dear Father, ( the letter had said ) I know this might come as a heart-attack inducing shock to you, but it turns out that I have gotten a girl pregnant. And I know this is only making things worse, but she happens to be a Mudblood with silly hair. I'm very, very, very deeply sorry and I hope you'll find it in your heart not to murder me in the dead of night with a macarbe grin on your face, like you have done to so many people before.
Your loving son,
Draco.''
He attached it to an owl, which flew off extremely fast, to get away from a sobbing seventeen-year-old boy.
Within the hour, a reply came.
There were only three words on it.
''You little bastard.'' it said.
Another owl turned up just as quickly, saying that Lucius Malfoy would be arriving at the school within the week to talk to his son.
And by the word ''talk'' he clearly meant ''disembowel.''
''Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw,''muttered Draco as he passed out.
Hermione groaned. Oh wonderful, a chance to meet the parents of her illigitimite baby's father.
Could it get any better than this?
No, but it could sure as hell try.
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Chapter 4 up soon! Lucius visits Draco . . oh the horror! Thanks for reviews!
Luv Lux
xox