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Somewhere I Belong by Mocha Dragon

Chapter 4 – Tears

"HARRY!" she squealed in elation, quickly (well as quickly as a pregnant woman could) waddling over to her friend.

Once there, she reached out to her friend and eagerly threw her arms around him for a friendly hug, having to lean over to properly wrap her arms around his neck due to her stomach.

"I've missed you so much! Oh Harry, it's so good to see you! How did you get here?" Hermione cried, feeling tears of joy slowly stream down her face. (Stupid hormones again!)

"Oh Mione! Don't cry…I know I haven't visited in a long time but…you know - with everything that's going on, it's hard. Ginny's missing you dearly too." he explained soothingly, patting her back.

After a slight pause, he added thoughtfully "I got here the normal way...I had to see Draco about things so I decided to see you before I left,"

"Oh Ginny! Where is she?" Hermione squealed quickly wiping her tears and turning to look up at Harry. He too had aged as Hermione had suspected – he was Future Harry, or something like that.

"Hermione, you always know Ginny can't come. Are you feeling ok?"

Hermione's face dropped.

"Oh yes. I'm sorry…I forgot. I just haven't been feeling all that well – must be pregnancy. I forget things so easily now." Hermione replied uneasily, before inviting Harry to sit down. She wanted so dearly to ask why Ginny couldn't come but knew it best not to ask since it would rouse suspicion.

Why can't Ginny visit? Surely she can if Harry can! Hermione pondered, reminding herself to come back to that later. For now, she would enjoy being in the presence of one of her best friends.

Harry laughed "Yeah I should know…with Ginny pregnant and all,"

Hermione looked up in surprise "Ginny's PREGNANT?"

Harry looked at her strangely before taking her hands in his "Yes she is – for 3 months now. Remember I told you over the phone?"

Hermione blushed "Oh, I'm sorry! I completely forgot! You must be so happy for her!"

Harry laughed "Yeah…we both are happy. We can't wait!"

"We…you! You're the father!" Hermione cried in surprise, quickly disgusing her surprise with a slap on the forehead to indicate she stupidly forgot.

Never in a million years would I have thought Harry and Ginny would get together! Let alone have a child! Oh this is simply wonderful though! Hermione thought ecstatically, a smile lighting her features.

But this isn't the future she hastily reminded herself, looking down at the simple gold band that bound her and Draco together.

This is simply an illusion – something the Giant Squid did. Hogwarts: A History after all, states that it's powers are unprecedented. Anything could happen she firmly told herself before leaning comfortably against Harry's chair for support. She didn't want to sit down if she couldn't get up again.

Harry laughed again "Yes I'm the father. Who else?"

Hermione smiled, jerked out of her thoughts. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so confused these days…"

Harry smiled back "Well I wouldn't be surprised. The years of stupidity that we all went through during Hogwarts is finally catching up to you during pregnancy. You are pretty far along now. How many weeks pregnant?"

Hermione laughed nervously "Oh Harry! Don't tell me you forgot!"

Oh Merlin! I don't even know myself…

Hermione looked down at her stomach, as if for help.

I'm pretty big…but not so big that I'm bursting…must be about 12 weeks along Hermione concluded, hoping for the best.

Harry touched Hermione's belly affectionately "I'm sorry. I was never good with dates,"

Hermione laughed, agreeing heartily "You weren't. I'm about – "

"19 weeks pregnant, no?" came a deep masculine voice from behind her, effectively cutting off Hermione.

Turning around she found Malfoy and –

"GOYLE!"

The large man laughed heartily and moved with a grace that Hermione never knew he had to hug her, making her try in vain to dodge his large frame.

"Come here Hermione! I thought we were past calling each other by our last names!" he cried in his grunt of a voice, crushing her into a tight hug.

Hermione laughed weakly, patting Goyle awkwardly on his back.

"It's good to see you…good to see you…" she murmured, looking to see Harry's and Draco's reactions.

They were both smiling.

Smiling like Goyle wasn't a supporter of Voldemort! But then, your supposed husband is probably one too…she reminded herself dryly. But then why would Harry be around these men if they were Death Eaters?

Coming to that conclusion, Hermione pulled out of the hug and asked politely:

"So what brings you here, Gregory?" making sure to emphasize the usage of his first name.

"Oh business with Draco as usual. Nothing that should worry a pregnant woman." He winked.

Hermione looked to Malfoy, raising her eyebrows "Oh…"

An uncomfortable silence ensued, making Hermione wonder why they all being so secretive about this "business".

"Tell me about what you were talking about. What's happening?" Hermione demanded, knowing something was amiss.

"Hermione, it's nothing! You just worry about putting on more weight. You're hardly large enough for a woman 19 weeks pregnant!" Draco stated firmly making her eyes flash in annoyance while Goyle and Harry looked on awkwardly.

"Harry – you tell me what's going on! You tell me everything!" Hermione cried, quickly turning to Harry for help, ignoring her over-protective husband.

Blushing and stuttering Harry replied uneasily, under the fierce glares of Malfoy "It really is nothing, Hermione. You already know the basics and that's all you need to know. You're safe and that's all that matters," Harry persisted, gazing into Hermione's fierce eyes.

The basics? The basics of what?

"Well of course I'm safe!" Hermione cried, looking to the 3 men for any signs of whatever was happening.

Malfoy sighed, brushing stray strands of his blond hair from his eyes.

"Hermione, you must be tired. You should take a nap," he said gently, moving to escort her out of the kitchen.

Hermione glared at him stubbornly "I want to know what's going on and I won't move til you tell me! I've already had enough naps for today."

Groaning, Malfoy closed his eyes, muttering under his breath.

"Guys, I think you should leave. Thanks for – " but he was cut off by an infuriated Hermione, egged on by her hormones that had gone wild from pregnancy.

"No they will not leave! If you won't tell me what's going on, Harry and Gregory will!" Hermione screamed, suddenly feeling annoyed and angered that no-one would tell her what was going on. It was bad enough waking up pregnant and married to her worst enemy but worse when she didn't understand anything that was going on.

Malfoy glowered at her darkly, making her scowl back, equally as fiercely.

"Guys – just leave. Don't listen to her; she's not feeling that well today," Malfoy gritted out tightly, trying to control his rising temper.

Hermione glared at him "You don't tell me anything! I deserve to know! Harry, Gregory – please stay!" she pleaded, turning to look at the two men who were caught in between the two's demands.

Harry broke the tense silence;

" Look Hermione, I really should be leaving, Ginny will be waiting for me," Harry murmured, giving her a quick hug.

He then turned to Malfoy, whispered something that Hermione couldn't quite catch (which made Malfoy pat Harry on the shoulder in thanks) before Harry strode out of the kitchen after flashing her and Goyle a quick smile.

He's siding with Malfoy! My best friend is siding with my enemy.

"Gregory? Will you please tell me what's going on then?" Hermione pleaded, moving to look him in the eye.

He shifted uncomfortably.

"Hermione. I don't think it's my place to tell. If anyone should tell you, it's Draco. You just take care of yourself and that baby inside, ok? He really loves you" he whispered to her, giving her another tight hug before nodding to Draco and exiting the kitchen.

"Wait!" Hermione cried stubbornly.

He stopped.

"Where are you going?" she questioned, wondering why he didn't just apparate away.

"Home, Hermione. Millie will be waiting for me," he answered gruffly before swiftly walking out of the kitchen.

Hermione made to follow him but Malfoy was too fast; with quick hands, he stopped her and sat her down on a chair.

"Let go of me!" she cried, struggling out of his arms while he held her in the chair.

"No. Stop doing that Hermione – you're going to hurt yourself." he said fiercely, forcing her to look up at him

Finally not able to hold them in anymore, tears spilled from her eyes for the fourth time that day.

"Why won't you tell me what's going on! I deserve to know too! It's no wonder why I'm underweight for a pregnant woman – it's because you never tell me anything!" she screamed, sobbing uncontrollably making her shoulders wrack violently.

"I don't tell you anything because you're pregnant!" he replied rigidly, obviously trying to keep his cool.

"Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm weak! I'm still me – I can handle it! Just tell me!" she screamed back, agitated.

Malfoy growled. "You don't need to know and that's final!"

"Yes I do!"

"No you don't!"

"I DO!"

"You DON'T. Just stop it! It'ts not necessary for you to know."

"I – "

Again, Hermione was cut off by another round of sobs escaping her mouth. Feeling helpless and stupid, she covered her eyes with her hands, blocking herself from Malfoy's view.

Sighing, Malfoy took her into his arms.

"Hermione, Hermione. Hey look at me darling" he soothed, moving back and placing his warm hands on her face, wiping her tears away.

Grudgingly she looked down at her husband squatting on the ground and the tears fell again.

"Why are you being so nice to me! You were such an ignorant prat at school! I hate you! I hate you!" she shrieked, wanting so desperately for him to slap her or insult her but instead, he took her into his arms and whispered soothing words.

"I know I was a prat at school but it's different now…I've changed – you've changed. I love you now," he whispered, stroking her unruly hair tenderly.

But I hate you.

Sniffing as her sobs subsided, Hermione lifted her head from his shoulders and looked at him.

"Then tell me what's happening," she whispered, touching his cleanly shaven face with shaking fingers.

He looked down and took her hands in his "Hermione, everything is just fine. You're over-reacting. Nothing will ever hurt you or the baby – I promise that. I'll make sure of that," he said firmly, caressing her ring finger.

Hermione sighed "And what about you?"

The words escaped her mouth before she could stop them.

His stormy eyes immediately hid behind the barriers she knew so well – "I'll be fine too. Just worry about yourself." He said gruffly, his hold on her hands tightening protectively.

She glared "You won't be fine! I just know it! Just tell me what's happening and I can HELP!" she yelled desperately.

"I don't want you do die" she whispered, forcing her tears down.

He sighed but let no other noise out. She knew then he wouldn't tell her.

"You won't tell me, will you?"

He nodded but kept his firm hold on her hands when she tried to pull them away.

"Why can't you just tell me? I deserve to know too…I'm your wife…" she whispered brokenly, tired and defeated.

Malfoy sighed "Hermione, it's for the best. You know enough and I'm going to leave it at that. All you should worry about is the baby. Everyone will be fine – I know it" He stated resolutely.

"You're impossible!" she cried, flinging up her hands in anger.

"Well you're just as unmanagable when you're pregnant!" he fired back.

"Well you're impossible ALL the time!" Hermione yelled, her brown eyes flashing violently.

A glaring contest ensued, both unafraid of showing their frustration at the other. Eagerly, Hermione took on his challenge and glared readily at him making him scowl back. It seemed to last for hours but in reality, it was only minutes when a defeated and desparate Hermione broke the tense silence,

"Then tell me what I already know again - about this business that Harry and Goyle know," she demanded desperately wanting to know and emphasising the men's name in an effort to make him feel guilty

Malfoy sighed tiredly, but shook his head obviously not deterred by her baiting. "Just go to sleep. Dinner will be ready when you wake up," he said, avoiding her demand.

Hermione glared at him but he simply stared determinedly back at her, his eyes steely and set.

"Fine, Malfoy" she huffed, trying to lift herself up from the leather chair. Although she was a Malfoy herself, she knew it would have an impact on him. And it did. The flicker of his eyes, the tightening of his jaw…

She knew she was being unreasonably cruel but she had a right to it – after all Malfoy was really an enemy. He might be nice to me now, but back where I really belong, we're still enemies. And that's all that counts Hermione thought to herself confidently.

"C'mon. I'll help – you'll never be able to do it yourself," he muttered, rising from his positon and moving to gather her in his arms but stubbornly she resisted

"I can do it myself. If you won't tell me then clearly I am not your equal and certainly no-one you should be interacting with, let along touching!" she hissed icily.

Immediately she saw the hurt look in his eyes but he made no move to help her up. Instead he stood to the side and let her be and so with dampened spirits, Hermione attempted to lift herself out of the chair, using her arms to assist her.

But it was no use. Hermione wasn't even used to the supposedly small amount of weight she had put on. Imagine how big I would be if I was the healthy weight for a 19 week pregnant woman she mused to herself while trying to get up.

Sighing exhaustedly, she looked up to see Malfoy watching the scene impassively. Not used to the lack of emotion he had shown since she had landed here, Hermione looked away from him, intimidated and tried, yet again, to lift herself up.

But the more she struggled to get up, the weaker she felt and the more useless were her attempts, making her eyes dampen again at how dependant she had grown. Dependant on the enemy.

Desperately trying not to show him she was crying, Hermione wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her robe and tried to push herself up again, lowering her head.

Suddenly, and without warning, hands wrapped around her back and legs but she made no move to jerk back or scream. She knew who it was so she let herself be lifted again into his warm arms. Silently, he moved out of the kitchen area with a crying Hermione.

Sobbing quietly, her tears blurred her vision and before she knew it, he had set her down into their large bed.

And without a word, he untied the large emerald robe from her form and snugly covered her in blankets and silk sheets although somehow, it didn't warm her shivering figure.

I want to go home. Things were much simpler back there – even with Voldemort rising. At least I knew the danger…here, I don't know anything. And no-one will tell me. I hate it! I hate him! Her tears continued to fall silently but she made no move to wipe them away knowing they would simply continue to fall like rain on a humid summer's day.

Never had Hermione felt more scared in the fading sunlight with tears trailing down her pale cheeks as her husband walked out of the door without even a peck on the cheek that she had expected.

Please Merlin, let me go back home.



A/N –
Well I hope that was to your liking - it's a bit longer than my other chapters as an apology to you all. So all the lovely fluff has disappeared. Waaahhhh! Well, I hope that was dramatic enough for you all! Are any of you guys confused on what's happening? -Raises hand- Personally, I am! But anyway you know the drill –in hopeful voice- Please review?

Next chapter – Umm…I don't really know what happens since I have no idea what's going to happen next -sigh- but you will eventually find out what the boys are keeping from poor Hermione and…if Draco and Hermione make up and go all fluffy on each other, even though Hermione still thinks of him as an enemy. So really, she hasn't accepted Draco yet. Will she ever?

Anyway, take care everyone and I hope to see you soon!

Thanks especially to my loyal reviewers and Beta reader – you guys are the ones who chuck me onto my computer chair and make me write!