Reason
Eighteen year old Draco Malfoy paced up and down the waiting room. He was a father. He could feel it; he had just become a father!
A father that was being denied the chance to be with his child, not through magic, no, that charm had been removed when Molly Weasley left an hour ago. No his denial was being caused by three people who told him to stay out of the way, and by his own fear.
His fear was what was holding him back. He was scared that after all this time if he walked into that room; Hermione would send him strait back out. And he knew she had every reason to.
Where had he been through out her pregnancy? What had he been doing while she suffered through nine months alone? Who had he been with while she'd been suffering on her own? And hadn't he been the one who had said he wanted the nothing to do with his child?
The answers to these questions where simple:
.Away .Avoiding .Daphney
And .Yes
He paced the room a few more times, thinking hard. He wanted to see his child, more than anything in the world he wanted to be in that room with Hermione and their baby. But every time he walked towards the door he stopped, frozen in mid step, he was terrified, something he rarely ever felt.
He felt like giving up. But he was Draco Malfoy he did not give up. He mustn't give up, not yet, not now. He strode over to a chair where he had left his bag. After a few moments of rummaging through his bag, he found what he was looking for, his invisibility cloak.
After his fathers arrest Draco had 'borrowed' Lucius cloak. He had until now no real need to use it. Now he needed it. He could go see Hermione and his baby without fear of being chucked out. How can you send something away if you can't even see it?
Harry and Ron walked out of Hermione's room, closely followed by Ginny. They looked around for a few moments. "Where is he?" Ginny asked with a curious look, as she glanced around for Malfoy, who was now invisible. "Hopefully he's in the emergency ward" Ron scowled, "as a patient." The trio continued to glance around the waiting room. Malfoy lingered near by until they stopped looking.
"I've got to get back to school, will you tell Hermione that's he has obviously left?" Ron and Harry nodded. "I'll do it." Ron said hugging his sister, "you get back to school." Ron back into Hermione's room as the door was closing Draco ran forwards and slipped in behind Ron.
Ron was talking to Hermione, who lay in bed looking truly upset. Ron was holding her in his arms and it was clear to see she was crying. Draco watched as Ron lovingly stoked Hermione's hair as she stopped crying. He walked over to her. He longed to reach out and put his arms around her, to hold her and tell her everything was going to be ok.
Hermione sniffed and sat up right, smoothing out the sheets lying across her. She looked up at Ron, "Are you sure?"
Ron nodded "I'm sorry Mione, you know we just want you to be happy."
"I know"
Malfoy was hardly listing any more his eyes were fixed and the sleeping bundle in the try sized bed next to Hermione. His hart seemed to stop as he looked down at his son! Oh how beautiful he was, sound asleep. His eyes were shut tight so his eyes were hidden, but his facial features were still that to make the gods faint with delight. Draco reached out an invisible hand to touch his son's forehead, the few soft blond curls on his head felt like silk beneath Draco's touch.
"I guess I shouldn't have expected him to be here," Draco turned to look at Hermione, her face was no longer strewn with tears, she was looking at Ron her expression blanc as paper, "he said he didn't want anything to do with us, so fine he wont, I don't care anymore I can raise my son by myself, I don't need his help I don't need him at all."
"Hermione.?" Draco whispered so low it was impossible for anyone to hear him. This was exactly what he had been afraid of.
Ron was staring at Hermione, "you'll be ok Hermione we're all here for you."
*** Twenty two year old Draco smashed the glass against the wall, the liquid pensive dripped to the floor. He had relived that memory far too many times. He plagued him in his dreams, and even when he was awake. He often thought he saw Hermione in the crowds at concerts, he thought he saw her everywhere. It drove him.
He buried his head in his hands. Bottle of ButterBooze clutched in his hands. There was a knock at his door. He lifted his head slightly and yelled "bugger of." There was another knock he guessed it would be Simon (Sphinx), he said he might come over to pick up his guitar, "bugger of Simon I don't want company today." There was another knock at the door. Malfoy stormed over to his door and flung it open "look."
He stopped. Where his eyes deceiving him. He blinked. It couldn't be. "Hermione!"
"Hi." it was. She was stood in his doorway. His doorway. He couldn't believe it. She was as beautiful as ever, if not more so. Her hair was still shoulder length but it was now wavy instead of curly, she was taller but still shorter than him. She was gorgeous; her slim body was covered by a short black skirt and green blouse. Draco rubbed his eyes in disbelief but when he opened them she was still there, still stood in his doorway.
***
"I just can't believe you're here!"
"Well once I knew you were just down the road I couldn't just stay at home I had to come see you."
"Why?"
Hermione and Draco sat on Draco's white leather sofa. Malfoy had changed out of his sluggish style cloths and into jeans and a plain white t- shirt so he looked slightly more respectable. The former couple sat in silence for a few moments before Hermione answered.
"I just had to see you I had to know." she trailed off
"Know what?"
Hermione looked at him tears in her eyes, "Why you left? Why you weren't there when he was born? Why Eli's farther are Victor and not you?"
"I." he stopped and stared at her, "Victor?"
Hermione blushed and lifted her hand to show Draco her wedding ring, "Krum." She spoke in a weak voice barely above a whisper, "We've been married two years."
Malfoy continued to stare in disbelief, this was far too much to handle. The only girl, nay, the only person he had ever loved had, had his child and then married another man, and not just any man, "Duck-man?"
Hermione scowled. "I'm sorry Hermione, but."
"but nothing," she interrupted him, "Draco you left me, and you left Eli you didn't just expect me to stay single and raise him without a father did you?" she stared, "did you?"
Draco shook his head. He just couldn't believe it. Hermione got to her feet, "this was stupid," she shook her head and began to walk to the door, "I shouldn't have come here."
"Wait." Draco ran up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, Hermione turned back too look at him. His hand on her shoulder was sending a weird feeling through her body one she hadn't felt in years. She looked into his cool grey eyes, they seemed full of pain and sadness, "Hermione," he continued in a slightly chocked voice, "I want to see my son."
Eighteen year old Draco Malfoy paced up and down the waiting room. He was a father. He could feel it; he had just become a father!
A father that was being denied the chance to be with his child, not through magic, no, that charm had been removed when Molly Weasley left an hour ago. No his denial was being caused by three people who told him to stay out of the way, and by his own fear.
His fear was what was holding him back. He was scared that after all this time if he walked into that room; Hermione would send him strait back out. And he knew she had every reason to.
Where had he been through out her pregnancy? What had he been doing while she suffered through nine months alone? Who had he been with while she'd been suffering on her own? And hadn't he been the one who had said he wanted the nothing to do with his child?
The answers to these questions where simple:
.Away .Avoiding .Daphney
And .Yes
He paced the room a few more times, thinking hard. He wanted to see his child, more than anything in the world he wanted to be in that room with Hermione and their baby. But every time he walked towards the door he stopped, frozen in mid step, he was terrified, something he rarely ever felt.
He felt like giving up. But he was Draco Malfoy he did not give up. He mustn't give up, not yet, not now. He strode over to a chair where he had left his bag. After a few moments of rummaging through his bag, he found what he was looking for, his invisibility cloak.
After his fathers arrest Draco had 'borrowed' Lucius cloak. He had until now no real need to use it. Now he needed it. He could go see Hermione and his baby without fear of being chucked out. How can you send something away if you can't even see it?
Harry and Ron walked out of Hermione's room, closely followed by Ginny. They looked around for a few moments. "Where is he?" Ginny asked with a curious look, as she glanced around for Malfoy, who was now invisible. "Hopefully he's in the emergency ward" Ron scowled, "as a patient." The trio continued to glance around the waiting room. Malfoy lingered near by until they stopped looking.
"I've got to get back to school, will you tell Hermione that's he has obviously left?" Ron and Harry nodded. "I'll do it." Ron said hugging his sister, "you get back to school." Ron back into Hermione's room as the door was closing Draco ran forwards and slipped in behind Ron.
Ron was talking to Hermione, who lay in bed looking truly upset. Ron was holding her in his arms and it was clear to see she was crying. Draco watched as Ron lovingly stoked Hermione's hair as she stopped crying. He walked over to her. He longed to reach out and put his arms around her, to hold her and tell her everything was going to be ok.
Hermione sniffed and sat up right, smoothing out the sheets lying across her. She looked up at Ron, "Are you sure?"
Ron nodded "I'm sorry Mione, you know we just want you to be happy."
"I know"
Malfoy was hardly listing any more his eyes were fixed and the sleeping bundle in the try sized bed next to Hermione. His hart seemed to stop as he looked down at his son! Oh how beautiful he was, sound asleep. His eyes were shut tight so his eyes were hidden, but his facial features were still that to make the gods faint with delight. Draco reached out an invisible hand to touch his son's forehead, the few soft blond curls on his head felt like silk beneath Draco's touch.
"I guess I shouldn't have expected him to be here," Draco turned to look at Hermione, her face was no longer strewn with tears, she was looking at Ron her expression blanc as paper, "he said he didn't want anything to do with us, so fine he wont, I don't care anymore I can raise my son by myself, I don't need his help I don't need him at all."
"Hermione.?" Draco whispered so low it was impossible for anyone to hear him. This was exactly what he had been afraid of.
Ron was staring at Hermione, "you'll be ok Hermione we're all here for you."
*** Twenty two year old Draco smashed the glass against the wall, the liquid pensive dripped to the floor. He had relived that memory far too many times. He plagued him in his dreams, and even when he was awake. He often thought he saw Hermione in the crowds at concerts, he thought he saw her everywhere. It drove him.
He buried his head in his hands. Bottle of ButterBooze clutched in his hands. There was a knock at his door. He lifted his head slightly and yelled "bugger of." There was another knock he guessed it would be Simon (Sphinx), he said he might come over to pick up his guitar, "bugger of Simon I don't want company today." There was another knock at the door. Malfoy stormed over to his door and flung it open "look."
He stopped. Where his eyes deceiving him. He blinked. It couldn't be. "Hermione!"
"Hi." it was. She was stood in his doorway. His doorway. He couldn't believe it. She was as beautiful as ever, if not more so. Her hair was still shoulder length but it was now wavy instead of curly, she was taller but still shorter than him. She was gorgeous; her slim body was covered by a short black skirt and green blouse. Draco rubbed his eyes in disbelief but when he opened them she was still there, still stood in his doorway.
***
"I just can't believe you're here!"
"Well once I knew you were just down the road I couldn't just stay at home I had to come see you."
"Why?"
Hermione and Draco sat on Draco's white leather sofa. Malfoy had changed out of his sluggish style cloths and into jeans and a plain white t- shirt so he looked slightly more respectable. The former couple sat in silence for a few moments before Hermione answered.
"I just had to see you I had to know." she trailed off
"Know what?"
Hermione looked at him tears in her eyes, "Why you left? Why you weren't there when he was born? Why Eli's farther are Victor and not you?"
"I." he stopped and stared at her, "Victor?"
Hermione blushed and lifted her hand to show Draco her wedding ring, "Krum." She spoke in a weak voice barely above a whisper, "We've been married two years."
Malfoy continued to stare in disbelief, this was far too much to handle. The only girl, nay, the only person he had ever loved had, had his child and then married another man, and not just any man, "Duck-man?"
Hermione scowled. "I'm sorry Hermione, but."
"but nothing," she interrupted him, "Draco you left me, and you left Eli you didn't just expect me to stay single and raise him without a father did you?" she stared, "did you?"
Draco shook his head. He just couldn't believe it. Hermione got to her feet, "this was stupid," she shook her head and began to walk to the door, "I shouldn't have come here."
"Wait." Draco ran up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, Hermione turned back too look at him. His hand on her shoulder was sending a weird feeling through her body one she hadn't felt in years. She looked into his cool grey eyes, they seemed full of pain and sadness, "Hermione," he continued in a slightly chocked voice, "I want to see my son."