Too Perfect Chapter 12: Happiness and False Hopes, a harry potter fanfic

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Too Perfect

Chapter 12

Happiness and False Hopes

Draco stepped into the bright room cautiously. He saw Hermione laying in a hospital bed, clearly angry, and yelling at a nurse-healer, "What do you mean by that? You come in here and tell me I'm 3 months pregnant, and you don't think that I already know this? What kind of nurse are you? Storming in on a patient who fainted and telling her something that would typically put a person into peril shock! Might I remind you that a woman of my certain condition should not be stressed or she runs a risk of losing her child? Hm? Did you think of that you little "lets tell her calmly as if it didn't matter" rookie? What are you, an idiot?"

The nurse-healer replied sweetly, "So you're saying you knew about your pregnancy?"

"Of course I knew you half-twit pea-brained—"

Draco interrupted, afraid of what Hermione might finish her sentence with, with a joyful, "Hermione!"

Both Hermione's and the healer-nurse's heads snapped towards the door and the healer-nurse gasped. She hadn't ever seen such an attractive man. She stammered, "Um—uh—can I help—can I help you—uh—sir?"

Hermione, noticing the woman's reaction and watching her look him up and down, jumped out of the hospital bed and cried, "Hey! That's my boyfriend and the father of my child so back off you—"

Draco interrupted her again, "Hermione, I was worried sick! Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?"

The nurse-healer mumbled angrily to herself and shuffled out of the room. Hermione watched her leave with a pleased look on her face. She replied, "Why didn't I tell you? Well I didn't think I'd be gone too terribly long…and I didn't really have that much time because I knew that whatever Mum had to tell me was urgent…and I didn't think I should waste any time." That'd when she remembered why she had come to St. Mungo's on the first place, and she remembered her mother's news.

"Draco…my father…it's my father…he's…he's dying, Draco!"

A tear fell from her eye, and was soon followed by more. Draco crossed the hospital room and pulled her into a hug. She sobbed into his chest. He could feel her warm tears through his shirt.

"Shh…it's okay, 'Mione…it's okay…"

She looked up at him and said, "You're the best, and Draco…I don't deserve you."

"No one deserves me more than you do. You're perfect."

"I'm far from perfect…"

"Well, they say no one's perfect…but they're wrong. You're perfect."

"No I'm not! My hair is too bushy in the mornings, my face breaks out at the thought of chocolate and I'm a sucker for it so I get it ten times worse, I have this slight tendency to be a bit of a nag…okay, so I'm a really big nag most of the time, I have a severe attitude problem when it comes to people asking stupid questions or things like that, as you just saw, I'm definitely not a morning person, I get irritable beyond tolerance sometimes for no reason at all, I eat like a pig, I'm Muggleborn, so all of Slytherin hates me, and I tend to ramble on and on and having no real point."

"But Hermione…it's the imperfections that make you perfect."

She smiled and said, "Really?"

He nodded and she reached up and kissed him. She turned so that Draco's hands were wrapped around her stomach and she was standing in front of him. She leaned back, resting her head on his chest. Draco was busy thinking. He suddenly said, "Hermione, I have to ask you a question." She looked up at him and said, "Okay."

"What would you say if I said…if I asked you to…to be my…"

"Draco, love, just spit it out already."

He took a deep breath and said quickly and quietly, "Will you marry me?"

She broke from his embrace and turned to look at him. She stared into his eyes, once icy, cold, and gray, but now warm and filled with nothing but sweet love.

"Are you…are you serious?"

He nodded and she sat on the bed, lost in thought.

"You love him."

"Yes, I know."

"Then why are you just sitting here, looking like a complete idiot?"

"I don't know…I mean, am I ready for marriage?"

"I think the real question here is: Are you ready to be a mother without being married first?"

"Oh, I'd never thought of it that way. I'd completely forgotten about the baby."

"Did you forget about you yelling at the nurse about it earlier or something? And besides, this is a pregnancy! Seems that kind of thing would be a number one priority."

"Well, it is, but I got caught in the moment with Draco and I—"

"Stop. You're getting off topic. He asked you to be his wife. Why are you just sitting here, not answering with what you want to say?"

"As I said, I don't know! I know I love him and I know I want to be with him always…"

"Then why is this so hard to say?"

She shook away her thoughts and smiled at Draco, saying, "Draco…I love you. I'd love to be your wife." His smile couldn't have been bigger. She was still sitting on the bed, silent tears rolling down her face with joy. He stood there, smiling, knowing that he was the luckiest man on the face of the earth. Hermione said through her tears, "What else could happen to us?" Draco laughed slightly and went over to her, pulling her into a deep hug and passionate kiss. Both forgot about Hermione's father, their baby, everything. Nothing mattered right then.

Hermione was released from the hospital, but she stayed to be with her father. Draco went back to let the others know that she was okay. Hermione told him to tell them about her dad, but save the news of the engagement for later. They had told her parents before Draco left. Now she was in her father's room, watching him suffer but with a smile on his face.

"Dad…how can you smile at a time like this?" Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes, "You're dying…"

"I know, baby, but I've lived a good life. I've a beautiful wife who has done nothing but support me and love me. I have a daughter who is engaged to a man who loves her, cherishes her, takes care of her, and will keep her safe. I'm going to be a grandfather! I've lived a good life, and leaving this Earth will only be another step."

"But Daddy…you can't die! I need you!"

"I know, 'Mione, I know…but I will always be with you. I'll be watching over you from Heaven. I'll never abandon you. And you have your mother here."

"It won't be the same."

"It was going to change anyway…the accident just sped up the process."

"Oh, God…the accident. It was all my fault, Dad, I'm so sorry! If I hadn't go that far with Draco, if I hadn't forgotten to cast a contraceptive charm, if I had waited to tell you at a more stable time…none of this would've happened."

"Honey, I believe in destiny. And destiny is telling me that I had to go through this accident to see how much Draco loves you. I didn't see it before, but during the accident, all I could think about was your mother and how much we loved each other. I wanted that for you, but I was too stupid to see that you had found it."

She nodded, understanding. She hugged her father and he said, "Now get back to school. You can't miss anymore of school or anything of the sort. Go…go on." She hugged her father again and kissed him and then did the same to her mother. Her mother followed her out and then left to go to the top floor for some tea. Hermione heard her father from inside his room, "Hermione?" She rushed back into the room and said, "Yes, Dad?" He smiled weakly and said, "Keep to your promises." She nodded and left the room to find the nearest fireplace to Floo home by.

Mr. Granger was pretty much stabilized over the next few months. He wouldn't get worse, but he wouldn't get any better. Every once in awhile he'd get gradually worse and then suddenly the decrease would stop. Hermione visited every weekend with Draco and he would give her a full report and he'd always give her some sort of advice or lesson and he'd always tell her to, "Keep to your promises." She would always nod, hoping that she wouldn't.

N.E.W.T.S snuck up on everyone, but all of them did okay, Hermione having done the best, of course. As the year came to a close, Ginny became more worried about Hermione having her baby, which was due August 15th, and the connection of that to her father's death. Hermione had started to show, of course, but Madam Pomfrey gave her potion to drink to hide it from others so she'd fit into her wedding dress. The wedding was set for July 5th. Shortly after came graduation.

Professor Dumbledore stood in front of a mass crowd that had been filed into a huge stadium that was created every year for the graduation of the 7th years. He made a speech about the last seven years, the major accomplishments of certain students, and as always, he gave them advice for their following years, "Listen to your heart. It knows better than you do the path you are meant to follow. Do not be afraid to take chances because you may never get the opportunity to take the chance again. So live life to it's fullest, I hope you become successful, find great love, pass on the advice I've been giving you for the past 7 years, and eat plenty of Honeyduke's chocolate!" The crowd laughed at his last remark.

The diplomas were given, long-lost memories floated back, and tears were shed as the newly graduated students said their last goodbye's. They were leaving the following morning. Of course, a party was thrown in the Gryffindor Common Room, which Harry and Ginny went to, even though Ginny was a 6th year student. They danced to fast songs, swinging around the dance floor, which was the whole Common Room without the chairs, couches, and tables, laughing. Then a slow song came on and Harry said to her, "May I have this dance, sweet and beautiful lady?" She smiled and took his hand. He led her to the center of the dance floor.

I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way
I watch the sunlight dance across your face
And I've never been this swept away
All my thoughts just seem to settle on the breeze
When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms
The whole world just fades away
The only thing I hear
Is the beating of your heart

Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
And suddenly I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
Baby, all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
Slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's suppose to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe

In a way I know my heart is waking up
As all the walls come tumbling down
Closer than I've ever felt before
And I know, and you know
There's no need for words right now

Just breathe

I can feel you breathe, it's washing over me
And suddenly I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove Baby, all we need is just to be
Caught up in a touch, a slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be?
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe

I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way

The song ended and Ginny kissed Harry and said, "You know…we're at a school for magic…but it's nothing."

"What do you mean?"

"The real magic is right here…when I'm with you."

Harry and Ginny's relationship grew stronger over the month of June, while Harry was staying at the Weasly's, Hermione, and Draco. Draco didn't even tell his mother that he was dating Hermione, much less going to be a father and engaged to marry her. By the start of July, everything was planned. The wedding was in a few days, and no one was as anxious as the bride and groom.

The morning of July 5th dawned beautifully. The sky was a crystal clear blue and the sun was shining, but it wasn't too hot. The wedding was to be held on a nearby beach and the reception in a large oceanfront manor, courtesy of the groom. Hermione got ready in an upstairs bedroom in the manor. Her dress was strapless and fit around her feminine curves with perfection. It was very simple, plain white with small beads sewn into the bodice. The skirt flowed out in a large circle. Her veil covered her face and went all the way to the end of her dress in a long train. Her hair had been tamed down to soft, wavy curls and her make-up was done light and beautifully.

She stared at her reflection in the floor length mirror, confused. Weren't brides supposed to be nervous as hell right before their wedding? That wasn't Hermione's feeling at all. She couldn't wait for the wedding to be over so she could call herself, "Mrs. Hermione Grace Malfoy." She smiled as Ginny came in, wearing her light blue strapless maid-of-honor dress, which was similar to Hermione's wedding dress. Small blue beads were sewn on the bodice of Ginny's dress, instead of Hermione's white beads, and her skirt wasn't nearly as flowing.

"Hermione you look positively stunning!"

"You think?"

"Absolutely! White looks amazing on you."

"With my luck I'll spill something dreadful on this beautiful dress your mum made."

They laughed as Mrs. Granger came in saying, "Hermione, dear, it's time to go! They're…they're ready to start." Hermione could tell her mother was fighting off tears so she wouldn't ruin her make-up. Hermione crossed the large room and gave her a hug.

"I love you, Mum.

Her mother smiled, to busy choking back tears to respond. They walked slowly down the steps and stopped at the storm doors leading to the beach. Mrs. Granger sat down in her chair in the front and then Hannah, Bill's daughter and the flower girl, skipped down the aisle, sprinkling little white petals along the way. Then Ginny and Harry made their descent down the aisle. At the back came Ron and Hannah Abbot. Hermione wasn't really best friends with Hannah, but Draco had a best man (Harry) and another groomsman (Ron) and she only had Ginny. Ron needed someone to go down with, and Hermione liked Hannah enough. They talked in class rather a lot, so Hermione knew her pretty well.

Hannah had been astounded when she asked her to be one of her bridesmaids, and was going to turn her down when Hermione said, "You like Ron, right?" Hannah had nodded sheepishly and blushed. Hermione then said, "Well, I know we're not the best of friends or anything, but Ron needs a date for the wedding. I asked him who he'd rather go with and he said, "Hannah, Parvati, or maybe even Lavender." And since I don't like Parvati or Lavender too much, and you were Ron's first choice, I'm asking you. You get to walk down the aisle with him, enter the reception with him, dance with him, eat dinner with him, and basically have a date with the boy!" Hannah agreed to that.

They were halfway when the music changed to, "Here Comes The Bride." The guests stood and looked towards the back to see Hermione, walking slowly down the aisle with her father in a wheelchair rolling beside her, a Healer pushing the wheelchair. Her father wasn't going to be in the ceremony, the Healers and her mother forbid it, but Hermione wouldn't be happy unless her father was there to give her up.

At the end of the aisle stood Draco, looking absolutely adorable in his tux. Hermione felt the urge to run to him and kiss him on the lips right there, but she contained herself, knowing that she'd get her chance to lay kisses all over him. They were halfway down the aisle now, and Hermione could feel tears starting to form in her eyes. She was holding her father's hand rather tightly on the arm of his wheelchair, as the feeling of nervousness had set in as soon as she saw Draco, but her father just looked up at her and smiled.

Draco had never seen someone look so beautiful. Her smile was radiant, her eyes were sparkling through her veil, and she was glowing. Draco had never felt surer that this girl was the one he was meant to be with. She understood him like no one else did and he felt completely at ease with her. She was so strong and unafraid. As he thought about it, he remembered how she had stood so tall when she heard about her father being in the hospital. She was stronger than he was, and he knew it and admitted it. He could talk to her about anything, anything that was bothering him.

But what he loved about her most was how she made him feel. He didn't know how to describe it. When he kissed her, a rush went through him. Every kiss felt like the first kiss. Whenever she touched him, hugged him, whispered in his ear, anything that required contact, even when he was expecting it, a chill went down his spine. Looking into her deep brown eyes, he felt at home. Being an only child to snobbish parents wasn't easy. He didn't see his parents much and he was lonely at times. That's what turned him into a snobbish prat like his parents. He never felt loved. But when he looked into her eyes, he could feel love. He saw nothing but love that wouldn't end.

She was finally at the end of the seeming never-ending aisle. She leaned down and her father kissed her cheek. A tear rolled quickly down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly and stood up at the alter with Draco. He took her hands in his own as the minister started, "Dearly beloved…we are gathered here today to join in holy matrimony, Draco Lucius Malfoy and Hermione Grace Granger. If anyone objects, please speak now or forever hold your peace." No one said a word; they all knew that these two loved each other more than words could say. The minister continued, "Draco Malfoy, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward? For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

Draco took a look at the girl beside him and stared into those deep, brown, loving eyes and confidently said, "I do." He slipped the ring on her finger. The minister turned to Hermione and said, "Hermione Granger, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward? For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" She looked up and saw his blue eyes on her. It wasn't a hard stare, like it used to be. It was soft, full of passion. She freed herself of her nerves and said, "I do!" She slid Draco's ring on his finger.

They linked hands and the minister said, "I now present to you, for the very first time ever, Mr. and Mrs. Draco Lucius Malfoy! Draco, you may kiss your bride." Draco didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed Hermione and swung her into a dip, and leaned down and caught her in a breath-taking kiss. The crowd cheered as they broke apart and linked hands again, heading towards the manor house.

The reception was perfect. Everyone was introduced, Harry made a speech about the newlyweds, as he was the best man, and so did Ron, because even though it broke tradition, Draco didn't care. They were his "best friends" other than Hermione, and he didn't want to choose between them. After the toasts, it was time for Hermione and Draco's first dance as a married couple. They walked slowly out to the dance floor. Draco pulled her close to him as the song they had chosen came on.

Never knew I could feel like this

Like I've never seen the sky before

I want to vanish inside your kiss

Everyday I love you more and more

Listen to my heart, can you sing?

Telling me to give you everything

Seasons may change: winter to spring

But I'll love you until the end of time

Come what may, come what may

I will love you until my dying day

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace

Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste

It all revolves around you

And there's not mountain too high, no river too wide

Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side

Storm clouds my gather, stars may collide

But I'll love you until the end of time

Come what may, come what may

I will love you until my dying day

Oh come what may

Come what may

I will love you

Oh I will love you

Suddenly the worlds seems such a perfect place

Come what may

I will love you until my dying day

The song ended to applause as another song came on. People rushed out to dance immediately. They ate dinner, people congratulated them, and they had a great time. Ron ended up asking Hannah out, and of course she accepted right away. When most everyone had left, Draco picked up Hermione and carried her upstairs to change out of her dress and him out of his tux.

When they came back down, the Grangers, the Weasly's, with the exception of Ron, and Harry were waiting. Ron and Hannah had gone off somewhere to "talk" although everyone knew that's not what they were doing. They kissed everyone goodbye and then Apparated to their honeymoon spot, the Caribbean.

Author's Note: Do you really want full descriptiveness of their honeymoon? I suck at sex scenes, and we know that's what they're going to do most of the time. If you really want me to attempt one, then put it in a review and I will try to write them doing it here. Look for updates! This chapter isn't over yet, so keep reading!

When they arrived home, Hermione asked Draco, "Where are we to live, Draco? We can't live here at the Weasly's anymore. We're married! And we can't possibly go to Malfoy Manor…shall we move into my house?"

Draco shook his head and said, "I'm a Malfoy, 'Mione, as are you, and we Malfoy's have plenty of money. There is no need to move in with anyone."

"So where do you want to live?"

"How did you like the house we got married at?"

"I loved it, why?"

"I bought it."

Hermione gasped, "You did? When?"

"Well, I loved it and I knew you did. I bought it before our wedding."

"You said you just rented it!"

"Well I didn't. I bought it."

"You lied to me?"

"Oh, Hermione, come on! I couldn't tell you what I was up to. It's my wedding gift to you."

She forgave him and they decided to go check out their new place. No sooner had they gotten dressed, as they were in their pajamas, then Hermione felt great pain in her stomach. She went into early labor.

Draco contacted St. Mungo's and then they told everyone what as happening and they Apparated to St. Mungo's. Everyone was excited, but Ginny was nervous. If her last dream was correct, then today was Mr. Granger's dying day!

The birth was difficult, as the baby wasn't due for a month and a half. When finally it was over, the Healer came into the room and said, "It's a boy." Hermione smiled wide and gripped Draco's hand. She asked, "Can I see him?"

"I'm afraid not…"

"What? Why not?"

"He's premature. He's unstable right now."

"Is he going to make it?"

"I really can't say right now."

Hermione started crying and the Healer left, deciding to give them their privacy. Draco pulled Hermione into a hug, tears welling up in his own eyes. Hermione was brought into her father's room on a rolling bed. Her parents were told of the baby, as were their friends. Hermione had been crying for a while now, and Draco was tearing up.

The room was silent. Nobody wanted to speak, not that they really could. On one hand, Ginny was relieved because Hermione father was alive, and he looked rather healthy. She was still really upset about the baby. After everything Draco and Hermione had done in preparation for this baby, after all these emotional months, it was devastating to learn that the baby might not make it. After a week, a Healer came in with a clipboard in hand. He said to the family, "I have some news…"

A/N-

Note #1- First off I wanted to ask if anyone noticed that Hermione and Draco's engagement was Ginny's first dream in the last chapter? I was curious. One of my reviewers said that having Ginny have these dreams made things seem less interesting. Well, I don't want to give away everything, but the dreams are supposed to confuse her. These dreams are supposed to give you a "heads-up" and then shock you. Well, some of them are anyway.

Note #2- The same reviewer mentioned above said that Hermione blaming herself for her father's accident is cliché. Is it? I didn't really think so…but who am I to argue with a reader's opinion? Please let me know what you think.

Note #3- Earlier in the chapter, Mr. Granger mentions "Heaven" and I wanted to clarify that the books don't specify what religion Hermione and her family are, so I'm giving them the religion I practice. I hope no one who has a different religion and doesn't have a Heaven isn't offended.

Note #4- SONG CREDITS: "Breathe" by Faith Hill. I believe the lyrics are accurate, but my speakers were screwing up and I don't own a CD with that song on it s I couldn't listen to it and make sure. "Come What May" it is in Moulin Rouge (movie) though I'm not sure who wrote it or who it's originally by. I DO NOT OWN EITHER OF THESE SONGS.

Note #5- A reviewer in another story of mine, "The Two" said that my characters claimed to be "soul mates" but I hadn't added much descriptiveness on their actual feelings, and that what I wrote seemed like a physical attraction. I wanted to try out this "soul mate" thing and that's the reason for Draco's, like, 2 paragraph thoughts on Hermione as she's walking down the aisle. I hope it doesn't sound weird.

Note #6- As said above, please let me know if you REALLY want a honeymoon. I'm REALLY bad at sex scenes, so if you want to read one, then I'll write one. Whatever.

Note #7- To avoid confusion: No, this story isn't over yet. But the next chapter will be the last. This chapter is EXTRA long because I felt terrible about updating with two short chapters the last couple of times so I wrote and EXTRA long chapter (reaching almost 12 pages without the author's notes or what always does with song lyrics and spacing them out) to make up for it.

Note #8- please don't be worried if I don't update for a while. I have to update another story, "Depression" really soon and my SLOZC fic, "College Years" But I am working on typing up extra chapters for those so I don't have to write them in between updates, I can just edit them and update once a week. Plus I have my "The Outsiders" fic called, "The Outsider" but I'm writing that with my friend Sarah so it's not as difficult to write.

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