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Too Perfect
Chapter 7
Time to Tell part 2
That night at dinner, Draco couldn't stop fidgeting from his nerves. He was praying that Hermione wouldn't want to tell them right away so that he could on her parent's good side before they killed him. He made good conversation, despite his nerves. Malfoy's prided themselves on being excellent conversationalists and not showing nervousness. After dinner, Hermione helped her parents with the dishes with her magic and they went into the living room. Draco took a deep breath and followed her into the room. Her parents were busy watching the dishes magically clean themselves, so Hermione and Draco got chance to talk.
"When are we going to tell your parents?"
"I don't know…I don't want to do it today."
"You mean I have to go through this anxiety again tomorrow?"
"And probably a few more days after that. I don't want to ruin their holiday. We'll tell them the day before we leave."
"What! How can I live with this that long?"
"You'll have to find a way!"
"I can't! Tonight was hard enough. We have to tell them tonight."
"No…we can't!"
"Yes, we can."
"I don't want to, Draco."
"'Mione, I love you. I love everything about you…but you are the most stubborn witch I have ever met!"
"Well, sorry!"
"We're going to tell them tonight."
"Tell us what?"
Hermione and Draco turned around instantly and saw Mr. and Mrs. Granger beaming in the doorway, obviously having lost interest in the dishes. Hermione turned a deep shade of pink and Draco looked back at her, wondering whether he should respect her wishes and wait until later to tell them. He was about to open his mouth when Hermione beat him to it, "Mum…Dad? We have to talk to you about something."
Ginny and Harry both were staying at the Burrow for Christmas this year. When Mrs. Weasly saw the two get off the train, she ran to them, showering them with hugs and kisses, asking questions, and making a spectacle of them. When they got to the Burrow, they were met with the same welcome from the rest of Ginny's family. Many questions were about Ron, and Ginny simply said, "We'll talk about it later, okay?" They were all incredibly curious, but were patient enough to wait.
Dinner was enjoyable for everyone. Harry felt like he had a real family for the first time in his life. They treated him as if he was one of their own. When the meal was over, Mrs. Weasly conjured up a pot of tea and a plate of cookies and they went into the living room. They all sat down in various places. Harry thought of something and whispered into Ginny's ear, "Does your family know about…er…us?" Ginny nodded so Harry sighed with relief at the idea of not having to hide his relationship from her family. Mrs. Weasly finally sat down and sent everyone a cup of tea and a cookie on a napkin with her wand. Everyone started making small talk with the person around them, and Ginny cleared her throat for silence and attention. No one heard her so she whistled. When still, no one heard her, she yelled, "Hey!"
The room went immediately quiet and every head turned towards Ginny. She smiled weakly and cleared her throat and said, "Okay…it's later. Questions?" Mr. Weasly spoke up, "Why didn't Ron come with you two?"
"Well, Mr. Weasley, you know Ginny and I are…well…er…dating, correct?" The room nodded and he continued, "Well, you see, Ron didn't…approve of our…relationship…so when he found us…er…" Ginny interrupted him and said, "Ron found Harry and I kissing and he went completely bonkers and hit Harry. The school suspended Ron for 3 days for fighting, but Harry didn't get anything because he didn't fight back really and he didn't provoke Ron in any way. Ron didn't want to come with us because he didn't want to see us together, face you all, and he didn't want to see you all accepting us seeing each other." Ginny took a breath and the room was silent, trying to piece together what she had just said. Mr. Weasly was the first to speak, "Okay…so from what I understand…you and Harry were found kissing by Ron who got suspended for hitting you Harry…and he didn't want to come because he didn't want to be around you guys?" Harry thought about it for a moment and then nodded his head. Fred said, "Aw, is ickle Ronnikins jealous that his best friend has a girlfriend?" Harry answered, "No, I think it's more that he is being over-protective of Ginny." Bill said, "That makes sense. Hell, if I saw you guys snogging, I might have to punch you, too." Ginny said, "You better not! I'm 16 and I can take care of myself. I don't need any of your protection!" She got up and went up the stairs of the Burrow. The rest of the family heard a door slam. Bill said, "I was just kidding. I didn't mean to upset her." Harry sighed and went up the stairs to go find Ginny.
"So I went to Madam Pomfrey and she confirmed my suspicions that I was pregnant." Draco put a comforting arm around Hermione's shoulders as she sat, stone-faced, staring at her parents, waiting for their reactions. Mr. Granger cleared his throat and Mrs. Granger said softly, "You're…you're…you're pregnant, dear?" Hermione tried to keep herself composed and said, "Yes." Mr. Granger stared at his daughter and then turned his gaze to Draco. His eyes narrowed and he said angrily, "You!" Draco pulled his arm back from around Hermione's shoulders and tried not to look too scared at the glare he was receiving from Mr. Granger.
"You got my baby pregnant!"
"Dad, please—"
"You got my baby girl pregnant and ruined her life!"
"Dad, he didn't—"
"You have completely destroyed my daughter's life forever!"
"Dad, stop yelling at—"
"You have messed with my family and I'm going to kill you!"
Hermione stood up and said, "Dad! Stop yelling at Draco! Why is me being pregnant such a bad thing? Why does this ruin my life? What makes you think that this is completely his fault? What in God's name makes you think that this wasn't a mutual thing? What on earth makes you think that this will ruin my life?"
"Honey, I don't think you're thinking straight right now. This isn't your fault, dear. This is the bastard sitting there's fault!"
"Will you just stop, Dad? I love Draco, and this was not his fault! We had sex, and it was mutual. We got pregnant on accident, but I don't think this is bad at all! I think that this is wonderful! I'm going to be a mom!"
Mr. Granger stood up and breathed in quickly and angrily and said, "Get out."
"What?"
"Get out of my house."
Mrs. Granger stood up and said, "No, Henry! You're not throwing our baby out?"
"Damn right I am, Emily! Get you and your dirty Draco out of this house! I'm leaving. When I get back, you better be gone!"
He stormed out of the room and left the house, slamming the front door so hard that a picture fell off of the wall and crashed to the floor. Mrs. Granger started crying and Hermione said, "Mum…he's not…he's not serious…is he?" Mrs. Granger said, "I…I think so, honey. I don't like this…but he's my husband and I have to respect his wishes."
"But, Mum! I'm your daughter! I'm your pregnant daughter!"
"Honey, I'll talk to him…but you need to leave before he gets back or he won't be happy. I'm sorry, dear."
Hermione burst into tears and ran up the stairs to her bedroom. Draco looked from the stairs to Mrs. Granger and got up. He made it halfway to the stairs when Mrs. Granger said, "It's not you, Draco. Mr. Granger just loves his baby and doesn't want anything to happen to her. She's our only child…" Draco nodded and said, "I know…she's your daughter…and you love her…so it makes perfect sense to throw her out when she's pregnant. I can perfectly see how turning away from her and throwing her out of her own house protects her and makes sure nothing happens to her." He turned back around and went up the stairs to Hermione's room.
He knocked softly on the door and opened it. Hermione was crying next to the bed, an open suitcase in front of her, half full of clothes. Draco went over to her and stood behind her, rubbing her arms comfortingly. Hermione turned around and started sobbing into his chest, crying out words he couldn't understand. "It's okay, love. It's okay." A few minutes later Draco pulled out his wand, still hugging Hermione, and flicked it towards the dresser. The drawers opened and their clothes came flying out and into the suitcase, which closed and zipped. He flicked his wand toward Hermione's closet. 3 huge suitcases came down and Hermione's other clothes weren't far behind.
When Hermione's bedroom was bare and completely empty, Hermione, who had stopped crying, kissed the palm of her hand and touched the wall. She turned and went down the stairs with Draco. She stopped at the living room and said, "Goodbye, Mum. I'll write…if I find the time." She glared icily at her mother and opened the front door slowly. She stepped out into the cool night air and turned around, looking into her house for the last time. She slammed the door and fighting tears, walked towards Draco on the front lawn, who had a car waiting.
"Draco. How'd you get a car?"
"I conjured one here."
"And can you drive it?"
"Er…"
"That's okay. I can drive."
"You're in no condition to drive."
"I can do it."
"Hermione, I—"
"Draco! I can drive so let's get in the car and go!"
Draco put his hands up in surrender and went to the left side of the car and got in. Hermione got in the driver's side and started the car up. She put her hands in her lap and said, "Where to?"
"What'd you mean?"
"Draco, it's midnight. We need a place to stay for the night. We can't stay here, obviously."
"How about New Zealand?"
"New Zealand!"
"It was where I was going to go this Christmas…"
"I don't want to go to New Zealand."
"Okay then, where?"
"Let's go to France! I've always wanted to go to France in the winter."
"I went to France in 3rd year…"
"Well we can go again…"
"Alright…we'll go to France."
Hermione smiled for the first time in 5 hours as she started driving.
"So…where are you driving to?"
"A local hotel."
"Hotel?"
"Well where else are we going to sleep?"
"I thought we were going to France!"
"Not tonight…we're going to a hotel for tonight!"
Draco shrugged and watched her drive. It doesn't look too hard…you press those pedal things and turn the wheel in the direction you want to go…I could do that…if I can do complex magic, I can drive this little Muggle machine! Hermione turned onto a highway and Draco held onto the sides of his seat and said, "Could we possibly go slower?"
"No! It's the highway! You can't go slow on a highway! We'd get killed!"
"We're going to get killed going at these speeds!"
"Loom around us, Draco. Do you see anybody going at snail-speed around here?"
"Well…no…"
"Then shut up and trust that I know what I'm doing!"
Draco put his hands up in front of him again in surrender. He watched the scenery pass by him and silently prayed for his life. Hermione pulled into the parking lot of a hotel and said, "Well, we can stay here…or go down to the alley down the street and get into a Wizard Hotel. Your choice." Draco thought it over and yawned out, "Here's fine." He didn't tell Hermione the real reason he wanted to get out of the car right then and there.
They walked up to the hotel, their luggage still in the car. Hermione opened the doors and went straight up to the front desk and asked for a room for one night. Hermione paid with her own Muggle money and they received a room key. They walked down a hallway and went up to the 18th floor in an elevator. Draco had never been in an elevator before, and he was quite amazed. They finally found their room and Hermione opened the door to find a beautiful room, much more than what she had expected. A king size bed with a dark blue comforter stood in the middle of the room. Light colored furniture, a dresser, 2 nightstands, and a table with two chairs, stood around the room. A door to the left of the front door was the bathroom, and two doors at back of the room led to a balcony. Hermione sighed and collapsed on the bed.
"'Mione…we can't sleep yet."
"Why not?"
"We need to get our luggage. And since this is a Muggle hotel, we actually have to carry it all the way from the car to here."
Hermione groaned and pulled out her wand. She swished it and their luggage appeared in the middle of the room with a pop!
"Done!"
"Alright, now we have to put on our pajamas."
Hermione groaned again and sat up. She unzipped the suitcase and pulled out light blue and yellow pajama bottoms and a yellow t-shirt. She went over to the bathroom to change.
A few minutes later, she emerged, her hair in a messy bun and her eyes fighting to stay open. She slid in under the covers next to Draco, wearing nothing but red flannel boxers. He kissed her and said, "It's going to be alright." She nodded and drifted of to sleep.
Harry and Ginny were in Ginny's room. She was ranting about how her brothers were such idiots. Harry tried to comfort her, but soon realized that this was pointless, as she wasn't listening.
"They need to realize that I'm 16 and I can make my own decisions. I'm sick of them deciding who I can date, who I can talk to, what I can do? I'm so tired of it! And why do they have a problem with me dating you, anyway? This is outrageous! Me going out with you is better then when I went out Colin Creevy!"
"Ew, Ginny! You went out with Colin! Did he ever kiss you?"
"No, though I don't think that's any of your business. I also went out with Seamus Finnigan last year. Crazy, that one." She shuddered, and then continued with her rant, "But back to the point. Why can't my brothers just stay out of my personal life? Why can't they let me live my own life and make my own decisions? It's like they think I'm 3 still and I need their protection! I don't need them to protect me, I'm a big girl! Besides, if I get into nay real danger, I can take care of myself—"
"Or you could ask me."
"Right, or I could as you to beat the shit out of somebody. I don't understand what's going on with them right now. It's pissing me off more and more every minute!"
Harry got up from Ginny's bed, where he had been sitting, and walked to Ginny, who had been pacing. He stood behind her and put his arms around her waist and said, "Just don't worry about them." Ginny smiled and said, "You're sweet, Harry."
"Yeah, I know."
"Aren't you modest?"
They laughed and Ginny turned around, kissing Harry on the lips passionately.
"Not that I minded, but what was that for?"
"You're just sweet…I don't deserve you."
"Of course you do! I'm no better than you are!"
Ginny gave him a disbelieving look and was about to retaliate when they heard a knock at the door. They broke their hug and Ginny went to the door and opened it. Bill stood there. Ginny glared at him and said, "What, Bill?"
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry."
"Do you even know what you're sorry for?"
Bill gave an unsure look and said, "Euh…for making you mad?"
"Do you know why I'm mad?"
"Euh…no…"
"I'm mad at you because you, Charlie, Fred, George, and Ron are too protective of me. I'm 16, Bill, in case you haven't noticed, and I can take care of myself. I'm sick and tired of all 5 of you trying to run my life for me. I can make my own decisions now." She stared at Bill, waiting for him to respond.
"Ginny, look. I know that we're hard on you sometimes, but you have to understand…we're your big brothers! You're the youngest for one, and for another you're our little sister! We care about you and love you and we want to make sure nothing happens to you. When Charlie and I were in school, I beat up anyone who said anything bad about him. We're protective because we're older and we're family. I know you can take care of yourself, and Charlie, Fred, George and I understand that…but Ron doesn't get it as much. He's watched you grow up more than we have and he feels like he has to protect you at school. You being 16 and able to take care of yourself are new things for Ron. Be patient with him and he'll come around, just like the rest of us did."
Ginny smiled and said, "Thanks, Bill. Goodnight." She kissed him on the cheek and closed the door. She heard Bill yell from the other side, "And Harry…I'm watching this door. You better go to your own room to sleep." Harry laughed and said, "I don't want to get hurt…he sounds serious. Night, Gin."
"Goodnight Harry. I love you."
"Love you, too."
Harry opened the door and saw Bill, standing by the door. He patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Good boy! Night, Harry." Harry laughed to himself and said, "Goodnight, Bill." He went into his own room and closed the door, thinking of Ginny. He sighed and got into bed, slowly drifting off to sleep.
A/N-
YES! IT'S DONE! Well, how did you like it? I'm not sure about the highways in England or hotels or anything, but you know what? I don't care! This chapter reached 9 pages! I wrote like 7 and I was running out of ideas and then I looked to see how far I was and I was surprised to see how long it was. I typed up the ending and I am very proud! My average pages are like, 6 or 7, so a 9 page chapter is very cool to me! Okay, so I'd like to thank all of my reviewers for their awesome reviews! I love all of you! Please review and tell me your thoughts and feelings and really let me know what you thought! Criticism is welcome!
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