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THE KNEE TREMBLER
Chapter 6 : Hermione gets emotional and Draco gets another letter . . whoopee!
The months passed in a fat haze. Hermione was nearly seven months pregnant at this point and everyone was happy to say that Lucius hadn't fulfilled his promise to return and have Draco's mother kick Draco's arse.
Obviously, the happiest among everyone was Draco.
Well . . . happy in the sense that his parents hadn't returned. He was still beating his head against a wall at the fact that he was going to be a father in two months. It's not a thought that any teenage boy wanted to deal with. Even now and then, Draco would just drop to the floor and have screaming fits, much to the disgust of Hermione.
''Draco, you really have to stop all this crying and screaming,''said Hermione to Draco one day.
Draco looked at her with a disgusted expression. ''And might I ask why?''he snapped.
Hermione growled. ''Because when the baby's here, if you carry on like that then you'll upset it.''
Draco looked pained. ''It'll upset it??''he cried. ''How about, it'll upset me?!''
''Don't you care about anyone but yourself?''shouted Hermione. Then, to Draco's horror, she started to cry.
''You don't care about anyone but your own selfish self,''Hermione wept. ''You don't care about me or even your own child. All you can ever think about is what you want and what you feel. Don't you think I'm scared too? I'm petrified, Draco! My whole career is about to be destroyed but at least I love this baby, even if it is yours.''
Draco felt an unwelcome pang of guilt in his chest and tried to think of something comforting to say. He'd never been in a situation before where he'd had to be nice and he felt very confused.
''Um . . .well . . .''he began. ''It's not that I don't care about you and the baby, Hermione. It's just that . . . you know . . . I'm . .I mean . . we're young and this is really scary for me . . I mean, us. I do sort of care, you know . . .''
Hermione looked at Draco with deep dislike. ''Oh shut up, Draco,''she snapped. ''Stop trying to be nice when you know you don't care at all.''
Draco felt put out. ''Of course I bloody well care!''he hissed. ''I'm not bloody pretending to understand what you're going through here, you know, but I am paying for everything you need and making the school give you as much time off as you want! I'm sitting here right now aren't I? Bloody hell, you women! You can never be happy!''
''Not with you anyway,''said Hermione. Her eyes filled with tears again. ''I'll never be happy with you in my life.''
And then she stood up and left.
Draco felt bad. He'd never really felt guilt before and it was a very nasty shock. He gave a sigh.
''I never want to breed again,''he said.
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Hermione sat in her dormitory, trying to get a little peace and quiet. She felt horribly pissed off at Draco, useless blond faggot that he was. Sometimes, in very rare moments when Draco was trying to be nice, she almost enjoyed his company.
Then he would open his mouth and start talking and she'd hate him all over again.
Yes, he'd paid for everything, but that was only through incessant whining. Lucius Malfoy hadn't exactly been over the moon when Draco had sent him a couple of bills. If Draco's face the next day was anything to go by, Lucius had been in a particularly vicious mood and had sent a curse in the post.
However, a curse in the post from Lucius was almost like a hug. It was one of his less spiteful ways of showing his dislike for everything his son had ever done.
Every now and again, Draco would get letters from his father saying what a failure he was and that nothing he'd ever done was good enough and that he'd never liked him in the first place and that his hair was silly.
Suddenly there was a knock on her door. She heaved herself off the bed and headed to open the door.
Standing there was Draco.
''How did you get in here?''Hermione asked.
''It's probably best you don't know,''said Draco. And then from behind his back he produced a bonquet of flowers with a ''sorry'' note attached. Hermione gave Draco a funny look.
''Are you stoned or something?''she said.
Draco attempted to ignore this and said, ''I felt bad about being a knob, so I thought I'd get you some flowers.''
''I'm allergic to tulips,''said Hermione.
Draco threw his arms up in the air in annoyance. ''Christ, I can't do anything right can I?? That's it - I'm going outside to drown myself in the lake! Tell my father I think he's complete and utter dingbat and that -''
Hermione interruped him. ''It's the thought that counts,''she said, giving him a half-smile.
Draco stopped his rant and looked at her strangely. ''Oh,''he said. ''Does this mean I can buy you crap and you won't mind because it's the thought that counts?''
''The lake's that way,''said Hermione shortly.
Draco sighed and headed outside.
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Harry and Ron were lolling about on the lawn. All of a sudden the saw Draco galumphing towards the lake, then promptly throw himself in.
Ron and Harry just watched for a moment before going, ''Cool.''
''Malfoy's trying to commit suicide again,''said Harry.
''Yeah,''said Ron. ''Do you reckon we should help him?''
They thought about this for about two nano-seconds.
''Nah.''
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Afew days later a letter arrived for Draco. He was sitting at breakfast when an owl crashed into his cornflakes, splattering milk all over Crabbe and Goyle, who didn't really notice until someone pointed out to them a few days later.
Draco sighed and opened the letter, expecting more hate-mail from his father. Surprisingly it was from his mother, who until now had been refusing to speak to him.
The letter read, ''Dear Draco, I know exactly what has been happening in your life and may I just say what a complete and utter waste of space you are. I know that as your mother I'm supposed to love you no matter what but seeing as you've gone and fornicated with a Mudblood ( an ugly one, according to your father's ramblings ) I feel that I should come down the school and inspect this hussy for myself. If I kill her, and you, I cannot be held responsible for my actions.
Love Mummy
P.S Don't forget to wash your hair, brush your teeth, change your underwear etc
Draco lay his head down on the table.
''Draco, you're lying in milk,''said Goyle.
''I know.''
''But Dracp, you're - ''
''I know.''
Draco lay there for a long time. After a while he decided that he'd better go tell Hermione the bad news.
The moment he arrived at the Gryffindor table he was bombarded with people flicking bits of food at him. He wasn't in the mood for this today, and promptly turned Seamus Finnigan into a small crab.
Hermione looked up at Draco. She looked rather queasy . . . morning sickness no doubt.
''Draco, you're covered in milk,''she said.
''I know.''
''But you're dripping with - ''
''I *know*.''
''Oh.''
Draco handed Hermione the letter, which she quickly read. ''Oh bloody hell . . .'' she muttered. ''When did you get this?''
''Just now,''said Draco. ''An owl landed in my cereal, hence all the milk.''
''I really don't think I'll be able to put up with your sodding mother here, glaring at me all day,''said Hermione.
''Don't worry,''said Draco. ''She's far more likely to kill me. After all, most murders are commited by someone in the family.''
''Oh, well that's good to know,''said Hermione, sarcastically.
''Isn't it just,''muttered Draco to himself.
Draco noticed at that moment that Harry and Ron were getting ready to launch a bowl of porridge at him. He turned to look at them with an expression normally reserved for the faces of serial killers.
''I swear, you throw that at me,''said Draco dangerously. ''I'll staple your balls to your legs and make you run.''
Harry and Ron put the bowl down and turned around quietly.
Seamus Finnigan ( still in his crab form ) took this oppurtunity to pinch Draco's ankle with his claws. Draco gave a yell of pain and booted Seamus to the other side of the Great Hall with the cry, ''Do that again and I'll bloody stamp on you, you little shit!''
Hermione sighed. The stress was clearly getting to Draco and now that his mother was coming to visit she was beginning to understand his pain.
Oh well . . . at least she wasn't blond and looked like a ferret. Shaking her head, she turned back to her breakfast, trying to ignore Draco chasing Seamus round the hall, attempting to stamp on him.
''Die crab-like motherfucker dieeeeeee!''
Hermione stared at her food.
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Chapter 7 up soon. Thanks for the reviews everyone!
Luv Lux
xox
THE KNEE TREMBLER
Chapter 6 : Hermione gets emotional and Draco gets another letter . . whoopee!
The months passed in a fat haze. Hermione was nearly seven months pregnant at this point and everyone was happy to say that Lucius hadn't fulfilled his promise to return and have Draco's mother kick Draco's arse.
Obviously, the happiest among everyone was Draco.
Well . . . happy in the sense that his parents hadn't returned. He was still beating his head against a wall at the fact that he was going to be a father in two months. It's not a thought that any teenage boy wanted to deal with. Even now and then, Draco would just drop to the floor and have screaming fits, much to the disgust of Hermione.
''Draco, you really have to stop all this crying and screaming,''said Hermione to Draco one day.
Draco looked at her with a disgusted expression. ''And might I ask why?''he snapped.
Hermione growled. ''Because when the baby's here, if you carry on like that then you'll upset it.''
Draco looked pained. ''It'll upset it??''he cried. ''How about, it'll upset me?!''
''Don't you care about anyone but yourself?''shouted Hermione. Then, to Draco's horror, she started to cry.
''You don't care about anyone but your own selfish self,''Hermione wept. ''You don't care about me or even your own child. All you can ever think about is what you want and what you feel. Don't you think I'm scared too? I'm petrified, Draco! My whole career is about to be destroyed but at least I love this baby, even if it is yours.''
Draco felt an unwelcome pang of guilt in his chest and tried to think of something comforting to say. He'd never been in a situation before where he'd had to be nice and he felt very confused.
''Um . . .well . . .''he began. ''It's not that I don't care about you and the baby, Hermione. It's just that . . . you know . . . I'm . .I mean . . we're young and this is really scary for me . . I mean, us. I do sort of care, you know . . .''
Hermione looked at Draco with deep dislike. ''Oh shut up, Draco,''she snapped. ''Stop trying to be nice when you know you don't care at all.''
Draco felt put out. ''Of course I bloody well care!''he hissed. ''I'm not bloody pretending to understand what you're going through here, you know, but I am paying for everything you need and making the school give you as much time off as you want! I'm sitting here right now aren't I? Bloody hell, you women! You can never be happy!''
''Not with you anyway,''said Hermione. Her eyes filled with tears again. ''I'll never be happy with you in my life.''
And then she stood up and left.
Draco felt bad. He'd never really felt guilt before and it was a very nasty shock. He gave a sigh.
''I never want to breed again,''he said.
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Hermione sat in her dormitory, trying to get a little peace and quiet. She felt horribly pissed off at Draco, useless blond faggot that he was. Sometimes, in very rare moments when Draco was trying to be nice, she almost enjoyed his company.
Then he would open his mouth and start talking and she'd hate him all over again.
Yes, he'd paid for everything, but that was only through incessant whining. Lucius Malfoy hadn't exactly been over the moon when Draco had sent him a couple of bills. If Draco's face the next day was anything to go by, Lucius had been in a particularly vicious mood and had sent a curse in the post.
However, a curse in the post from Lucius was almost like a hug. It was one of his less spiteful ways of showing his dislike for everything his son had ever done.
Every now and again, Draco would get letters from his father saying what a failure he was and that nothing he'd ever done was good enough and that he'd never liked him in the first place and that his hair was silly.
Suddenly there was a knock on her door. She heaved herself off the bed and headed to open the door.
Standing there was Draco.
''How did you get in here?''Hermione asked.
''It's probably best you don't know,''said Draco. And then from behind his back he produced a bonquet of flowers with a ''sorry'' note attached. Hermione gave Draco a funny look.
''Are you stoned or something?''she said.
Draco attempted to ignore this and said, ''I felt bad about being a knob, so I thought I'd get you some flowers.''
''I'm allergic to tulips,''said Hermione.
Draco threw his arms up in the air in annoyance. ''Christ, I can't do anything right can I?? That's it - I'm going outside to drown myself in the lake! Tell my father I think he's complete and utter dingbat and that -''
Hermione interruped him. ''It's the thought that counts,''she said, giving him a half-smile.
Draco stopped his rant and looked at her strangely. ''Oh,''he said. ''Does this mean I can buy you crap and you won't mind because it's the thought that counts?''
''The lake's that way,''said Hermione shortly.
Draco sighed and headed outside.
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Harry and Ron were lolling about on the lawn. All of a sudden the saw Draco galumphing towards the lake, then promptly throw himself in.
Ron and Harry just watched for a moment before going, ''Cool.''
''Malfoy's trying to commit suicide again,''said Harry.
''Yeah,''said Ron. ''Do you reckon we should help him?''
They thought about this for about two nano-seconds.
''Nah.''
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Afew days later a letter arrived for Draco. He was sitting at breakfast when an owl crashed into his cornflakes, splattering milk all over Crabbe and Goyle, who didn't really notice until someone pointed out to them a few days later.
Draco sighed and opened the letter, expecting more hate-mail from his father. Surprisingly it was from his mother, who until now had been refusing to speak to him.
The letter read, ''Dear Draco, I know exactly what has been happening in your life and may I just say what a complete and utter waste of space you are. I know that as your mother I'm supposed to love you no matter what but seeing as you've gone and fornicated with a Mudblood ( an ugly one, according to your father's ramblings ) I feel that I should come down the school and inspect this hussy for myself. If I kill her, and you, I cannot be held responsible for my actions.
Love Mummy
P.S Don't forget to wash your hair, brush your teeth, change your underwear etc
Draco lay his head down on the table.
''Draco, you're lying in milk,''said Goyle.
''I know.''
''But Dracp, you're - ''
''I know.''
Draco lay there for a long time. After a while he decided that he'd better go tell Hermione the bad news.
The moment he arrived at the Gryffindor table he was bombarded with people flicking bits of food at him. He wasn't in the mood for this today, and promptly turned Seamus Finnigan into a small crab.
Hermione looked up at Draco. She looked rather queasy . . . morning sickness no doubt.
''Draco, you're covered in milk,''she said.
''I know.''
''But you're dripping with - ''
''I *know*.''
''Oh.''
Draco handed Hermione the letter, which she quickly read. ''Oh bloody hell . . .'' she muttered. ''When did you get this?''
''Just now,''said Draco. ''An owl landed in my cereal, hence all the milk.''
''I really don't think I'll be able to put up with your sodding mother here, glaring at me all day,''said Hermione.
''Don't worry,''said Draco. ''She's far more likely to kill me. After all, most murders are commited by someone in the family.''
''Oh, well that's good to know,''said Hermione, sarcastically.
''Isn't it just,''muttered Draco to himself.
Draco noticed at that moment that Harry and Ron were getting ready to launch a bowl of porridge at him. He turned to look at them with an expression normally reserved for the faces of serial killers.
''I swear, you throw that at me,''said Draco dangerously. ''I'll staple your balls to your legs and make you run.''
Harry and Ron put the bowl down and turned around quietly.
Seamus Finnigan ( still in his crab form ) took this oppurtunity to pinch Draco's ankle with his claws. Draco gave a yell of pain and booted Seamus to the other side of the Great Hall with the cry, ''Do that again and I'll bloody stamp on you, you little shit!''
Hermione sighed. The stress was clearly getting to Draco and now that his mother was coming to visit she was beginning to understand his pain.
Oh well . . . at least she wasn't blond and looked like a ferret. Shaking her head, she turned back to her breakfast, trying to ignore Draco chasing Seamus round the hall, attempting to stamp on him.
''Die crab-like motherfucker dieeeeeee!''
Hermione stared at her food.
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Chapter 7 up soon. Thanks for the reviews everyone!
Luv Lux
xox