Hi there, I decided to update earlier than usual, but you all want to know, so here's Draco!
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Draco's POV
I woke up and looked around. I realized I was lying on a bed and that my shirt was gone. I sat up and looked around again. I was in a room, just an ordinary room with a mirror, cupboard, a Pensieve and a crib
A crib!
I looked again and sure enough, there was a crib in the room. I got off the bed and stumbled over, looking down onto the sleeping baby. I saw by the colours that the baby was a girl and I wondered whose
The girl had the same sleek face as mine, as well as small blonde curls on her head
No, it couldn't be, could it?
I shook my head and left the room, going down the stairs and went into the kitchen, where someone familiar was making breakfast
"Hermione?"
She turned around and I saw she had changed. Her hair was no longer bushy, now it was smooth, shiny and long. She was wearing a black tank top and white and pink pyjama pants, as she looked down on me with her stunning chocolate brown eyes
"About time you came home"
"I'm sorry about that"
"So, did you meet our daughter?"
"The baby in the crib?"
Hermione nodded, as she turned back to the stove
"I saw her, I looked at her, but I didn't know"
"What, you're suffering memory loss?"
I shook my head. I had memory loss? No, I couldn't. And yet, I couldn't exactly remember Hermione being pregnant. I watched her as she continued to cook
"When were you pregnant?"
"Oh the day I told you, you left to go and find your father, so that's probably why you can't remember, because I wasn't visibly pregnant"
"I'm sorry. I would like to have been home earlier, but I couldn't"
"Why don't you tell me?"
She was glaring at me now and I felt like a tiny, puny insect under her gaze
"I don't want to talk about it much," I said, looking at the ground, "I can't"
I looked up at her and I knew she was still angry at me for not being there at the birth, but I can't help it, can I?
"Do you still love me?" I asked
Her glare softened, but not by much. I still felt tiny
"Yes, I do. Even after all this time, when I thought you were dead, I still held some hope"
"I see"
I heard a baby cry from somewhere in the house and got up
"You know, I have a pensieve if you don't want to tell me"
I nodded and went upstairs to her room, where I found my daughter crying and flailing her tiny fists. I picked her up and held her close to me. Now I don't have the faintest idea on what to do with babies, but as I held my daughter and said small, soothing words to her, she began to calm down. I sat down on my bed, clutching something very dear to me, even though I wasn't there at her birth, I felt there was a bond between us, the way she stopped crying when I held her to me
Someone coughed. I looked up at Hermione who had a smile on her face
"What's her name?" I asked
"Elizabeth Charlotte Malfoy Granger"
"Wow, that's a big name for such a little girl," I said to the baby
"She was born on the fourth of July, three days ago"
"Two days old and she's already got the world at her feet"
I looked up at Hermione who cocked an eyebrow. Elizabeth stirred but not by much
"So, are you going to tell me why you were gone for six months?"
I shook my head
"I want to tell you, but I can't, I just don't want to talk about it"
Hermione walked over and picked something up from beside her bed. I saw it was a Pensieve, as she showed it to me
"Don't tell me, but show me"
"It's a long story, about six months if you say so"
"I can handle that. I just want to know"
"We can't leave Liz here because this might take a few hours"
"We can take her with, I'm fine with that"
I sighed and looked down at Liz. She was too young for this. I didn't know what effects a Pensieve would have on a baby, but I wasn't leaving her behind
I drew my wand and touched to my temple, drawing a long, single strand. I dropped this into the Pensieve, as Hermione wrote a small note and left it under her bedside lamp
"Ready?" I asked
She nodded and picked up the Pensieve, now swirling with my six month memory. Hermione took in a deep breathe and plunged into the Pensieve, disappearing from sight. I picked it up, held Liz close to my body, took in a deep breathe and pitched forward. I didn't want to visit this at all, but I didn't want to leave Hermione alone
I fell through into the Pensieve, sinking and falling, until I fell on even ground next to Hermione. She was staring up at a large house. A house I knew
It was my old home, Malfoy Manor
End POV
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Ron's POV
After a night and morning of heavy drinking, I returned home, fucked in the brain, too drunk to make it to my room. The closest room I went to was Hermione's, but neither she or her baby were in here. I didn't care, since there was a bed here, so I collapsed on that and closed my eyes. But something caught my eyes. I reached over and grabbed it, surprised I could still read it
Dear Harry or Ginny
I have gone into the Pensieve with Elizabeth and Draco, just so I know what happened to him all this time ago. I would be gone for a few hours, but don't worry, I'll be fine, so is Liz. Draco's good, he's walking now, which is surprising
Anyhow, must go, I'm going in. See you sometime tonight
Love Hermione
I threw the letter aside and dropped my head on the pillow. So, Malfoy had returned back. What a stupid fuck! He probably thinks Hermione still loves him. Oh no, wait, she does!
I rolled over and closed my eyes, trying to banish the thought of Malfoy and Hermione together, but they kept invading my mind, along with images of the Dark Mark and torture
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