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Chapter 9 – Stepford wife

A month and a half later they moved into their new house. It was a very large house compared to Hermione's old flat.

Draco had been at work all day and it was a very stressful day, he walked along the streets of London passed his old apartment and round the corner to his new house. As he approached the front garden everything looked normal

He opened the front door and entered the family room, he looked into the room and instead of seeing what should have been magnolia walls with a 3-piece crème leather sofa he saw a yellow blind over the window where there should have been a bamboo coloured one. The crème coloured sofa was now a shocking black colour that went with the now whiter than white walls. There was a huge white mantle piece that was much bigger than the one that was there before and instead of having a fire, like there was when he last saw it there was a few logs in a silver basket and a huge vase with a collection of fake silver roses in it.

He looked through into the kitchen and saw that it wasn't the same as he last left it.

"Hi Draco" came the voice of his soon to be dead wife. Draco looked up to see Hermione descending the stairs. Hermione was a bout 7 months pregnant and Draco couldn't deny she looked lovely.

She walked up to him and kissed his cheek. "What's the matter Draco?" she asked sensing something was wrong

"This" he waved his arms around the family room they were both standing in. Hermione smiled and her eyes beamed

"Don't you like it, I love it, this is exactly what I always wanted, and my living room when I lived with my parents looked something like this." Draco cringed and looked around once more

"What happened to my nice and white living room?"

"It was too plain, it gave me a headache, so I spent a few hours shopping and waving" she said shyly

"Waving? Please don't tell me you used magic to do all this"

"Well, it would take at least 24 hours delivery for the sofa and chairs and I couldn't wait that long" Hermione pouted "Wait until you see the bedroom, I think you'll love it…. oh and the nursery too its to die for" she kissed his cheek once more and ran upstairs. Draco shook his head and placed his briefcase on the floor and followed her up the stairs mumbling about how he didn't want nor need a stepford wife.

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"Did you have a good day at work Draco? Because you seem a little down" Hermione asked while placing a plate in front of him as they sat at their new dining table, which appose to the one Draco picked for the house, which was a nice traditional oak sturdy table and 6 chair set this one was a frosted glass finish with chrome legs and the chairs were black cushioned.

"It wasn't a very good day no, I lost the Ederson project"

"You know, I never really know what you do at the office"

"We buy and sell artefacts mainly, in my department anyway, but the company also builds houses, shopping centres, anything worth building really"

"Oh."

"Hermione what's gotten into you, your not normally this- chipper" he said putting some mash potatoes onto his plate from the big dish in the middle of the table.

"I had a letter from Ginny today, she wants to come see me, just to catch up on things"

"Ok, well if she wants to meet you I take it she took the news pretty well"

"Maybeiforgottotellher" Hermione mumbled

"Come again?"

"Maybe I forgot to tell them about us and the baby"

"You haven't told them? Why?"

"It didn't seem a good idea to tell them in a letter especially since I haven't seen them for so long and I haven't been in much contact with the wizarding world since in left"

"Still use magic though don't you?"

"Yes, but it seems silly not to use the 7 years of magical education we had"

"When are they planning on coming here?"

"Tomorrow"

"TOMORROW?"

"Well yeah, better get it over and done with"

"You don't say" Draco muttered and left the table.

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I feel like this fic is pointless. But please review anyway.

I Haven't really been enjoying writing this fic much, I hope things pick up because when I don't enjoy writing it the words don't seem to come out and I don't think this fic will go far.