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Chapter 11: Confusion alert!

Harry's POV

I'm sitting in my cubicle at the ministry, twirling my wand between my fingers, thinking.

I contemplated why Hermione would consider the idea of living with Malfoy. Isn't it strange? Why would Malfoy offer a home for Hermione, whose life he literally ruined? And why would Hermione accept his proposal?

'Maybe he has grown a heart over the years. He did help in the final battle and all.'

Yeah, he helped in the final battle because he was afraid of the consequences. He wanted to save his own arse.

'Well, sure, but you can't ignore the fact that he helped!'

Argh, why do I have a sensible mind that points out Malfoy's good traits?

It doesn't help answer my question though. Why was Hermione so willing?

'Maybe she just wants to give Malfoy a chance, since he's the father of the child and all. Don't worry, she's still wearing your ring, right? So don't go jumping to stupid conclusions.'

I snapped out of my reverie when Ron poked his head from behind my cubicle.

"Harry, you coming down for lunch or what?" He asked me.

"Is it lunch already?" I glanced at my watch.

"Do you really think I would be wrong about a mealtime? Come on! I'm starving." I grinned at Ron and grabbed my cloak. Leave it to Ron to lighten up the mood.

He was always there when I need him. He's the best friend I ever had.

We walked from the Ministry into Muggle London. We're looking for a new place to eat. We finally settled in a café two blocks from the Ministry visitors' entrance.

"Harry, I have something to ask you." He turned to me and put his fork down.

"Oh, yeah? What is it?" I asked him while I took a sip from my glass of orange juice.

"Do you really love Hermione?" I almost spat my orange juice at his questioning face. I coughed a little and then looked up at him again.

"Of course I do! Why would I ask her to marry me in the first place?" I asked him back. His face flushed, as though he were disappointed with my response.

"I don't know," he answered.

"Why did you ask such a thing?" I asked him trying to lighten up his mood by laughing a bit.

"Nothing." After that he stayed quiet until the end of the day.

When I went home to Grimmauld Place I found Ginny there.

"Good evening Ginny. What brings you here?" I asked Ron's sister. She grew quite a lot over the years. I never thought I would grow out of my crush on her, but I guess I did.

"Hello Harry. Mum just wanted me to take your laundry back to the Burrow. She says you are in for another assignment out of town." She smiled at me and she grabbed Hermione's cloak from the chair she left it on.

"What are you going to do with that?" I asked her again.

'She's just too cute to be a thief you know.'

"I'm dropping by the Malfoy Manor. She asked me to see what the baby's room looked like. You didn't think I would steal this did you?" I just smiled at that.

'See, I told you she's too cute to steal.'

"Wait, did you just say that Malfoy made a room for the baby?" She nodded, yes.

"Why would Malfoy do that? Hermione won't be staying there after our marriage. So, why the room?" I asked, anger rising up on me.

"Well, Malfoy is the father of the baby. And Hermione will let the baby stay with him for some time. I think that's what they have agreed to do once you guys settle down." My lips took the form of an 'o' but not before I looked away in irritation.

"Why is it that whenever Malfoy's name comes into the subject you always regard him as the father? He doesn't deserve it you know. If I didn't know better he regrets the whole thing!" I blurted out, focusing my anger on Ginny. Why did she have to be so cute in her white sweater and a pair of jeans?

'Okay, Harry, snap out of it! You proposed to Hermione remember! You love her! You'll get married soon!'

I shook my head and waited for Ginny's come back. I expected her to shout back at me or something, but instead I heard her voice in the calmest way possible.

"Harry, sorry to say this all over again but you must realize that even though you find Malfoy unreliable for trust, he does everything for the child and this is because…"

"He's the baby's father. Yeah, I've noticed." At that she broke into a smile and I couldn't help but smile too.

"I guess I have to go," she said just as I a warm feeling settled in my stomach.

"Where are you going again?" I asked her, my brain was a bit confused by her smile.

"To Hermione! Honestly Harry, you must consider taking a nap. Or at least rest your mind a little! All these assignments of yours are getting to you."

"Uhm, right."

"By the way Harry," she said before turning to the door.

"I ate some of the cauldron cake in the kitchen, hope you don't mind." And for the final time that day she gave me a smile. My stomach gave a flip and I didn't understand why.

Mother-in-law?

Hermione's POV

I was seated in my bed reading a book when the thoughts of last night came to me.

I was playing a card game with Blaise and winning too when the baby kicked.

"Ouch," I exclaimed automatically.

"Why? What's the matter?" Blaise asked.

"Nothing, the baby just kicked, that's all," I said nonchalantly.

"Really? Well, isn't that nice?" He said, not really asking but I nodded nonetheless.

"I'm getting hungry, I wonder where Draco is now." As if on cue he entered through the front door, looking disheveled. He had cuts and tears all over his robes.

"What happened to you?" I asked as I ran to him, examining his cuts..

"Nothing. Here," he said coldly.

'As if it's my fault! Why does he have to be so cold all of a sudden!'

I took the basket full of red cherries. Then I saw a pair of blue in the basket. I took it and realized that they were blueberries!

I sat down on the floor and looked at the cherries. I just wanted to admire how beautiful they were.

"Well? Aren't you going to eat them?" Draco asked me with the same sneer I was used to. I glared at him.

"No, I just want to stare at them. That's all," I told him. Blaise looked amused.

"What! You just want to stare at them? And you had me going to the fields at this time of night?" He yelled at me and tears filled my eyes. I was crying like a baby waiting for its milk bottle.

"What now?" Draco asked. Blaise looked at me then at Draco.

"Draco, you shouldn't yell at her like that! Pregnant hormones you know! Easily offended! And in Hermione's case you have to be careful because she could lose her baby! Stress is a number one cause. But making her depressed is another!" Blaise hissed at Draco. He looked more disheveled than ever.

"Hermione, you know I didn't mean that. I was just tired. You know. From work and all." He tried to calm me down by stroking the back of my hand.

"And what? Take it out on me? Blame me of all that happens to you everyday? Well, I'm sorry Malfoy. I am just a visitor here after all." At that I snatched my hand from him, still crying.

"No… Hermione. You are more than a visitor here! You are most welcome! And I didn't take my stress out on you. I promise I will make it up to you. I'm really… s-sorry, Hermione." Hah! I made Malfoy utter an apology!

"Okay." I suddenly stopped crying.

"I want blueberries for breakfast tomorrow. And personally picked by you of course," I told him while I wiped my tears.

He made a face and I felt an urge to cry again. When he saw my eyes welling up he swallowed hard.

"Sure, of course I will." I hugged him with overwhelming joy. I knew I would have to explain later but, never mind that. I was so happy!

Blaise just stared at us. After a while he left.

I sighed and got up to look outside my window. There I saw the never ending Malfoy estate.

"What would it be like to be part of the Malfoy clan? To own this whole estate and more?" I asked myself and sighed.

"It will be a very good thing." I heard someone say behind me and to my surprise it was Narcissa Malfoy in the flesh.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't mean anything by that," I stuttered slightly, looking down at my slippers.

"No, don't be. Everyone thinks about it. But I assure you it isn't easy." I just stared at her as she took a seat on the corner of my bed.

"Mrs. Malfoy, not to be rude or anything but, why are you here?" I asked her.

"Oh, sorry, it's just that I wanted to meet you Ms. Granger. I heard many good things about you. And it is a pleasure that you know me but call me Narcissa." She held out a hand and I gladly took it thinking that she would shake it but to my surprise I was pulled felt the familiar apparition sensation.

"Where are we? And why did you bring me here?" I asked her when we had Disapparated.

"Well, I just wanted to buy you the most wonderful wedding dress for when you get married," She said with a smile making her blue eyes twinkle.

"Uhm, Narcissa, you do realize that I am not marrying your son, do you?" I asked tentatively. She looked a little taken aback and I thought I was right until she spoke again.

"Of course I do! What do you take me for? Silly girl," She said and gave me another sweet smile.

At that she called a witch named Stella. Stella was a huge witch with a lot of rings on her fingers and bead charms on her wrists. She wore huge glasses making her normally sized eyes look bigger. She kind of reminded me of Professor Trelawney but bigger in size.

"Stella, this is Hermione. I want you to design a wedding gown for her to wipe her groom off his feet," Narcissa said to Madame Stella who looked very giddy at the idea.

"Well, who, might I know, the groom-to-be is?" Madame Stella asked while rubbing her knuckles with her fingers.

"The Boy-who-lived of course! Harry Potter!" Narcissa exclaimed. At what she said, Madame Stella was speechless. Then her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Then why are you paying for her wedding dress?" She asked finally.

"Stella, I haven't said anything about it yet but the baby is a Malfoy!" Narcissa's blue eyes glinted with glee as she boasted that.

I t was a long day at Madame Stella's but I managed through it all. Narcissa was kind enough to buy every accessory to can go with the dress.

When I came home I was exhausted to the bone. But not until I saw Ginny sitting in the living room browsing Witch Weekly's latest issue.

"Ginny!" I shrieked and ran to her (with very much difficulty because of my heavy stomach) and she ran to me, smiling.

"Ginny! You don't know how happy I am right now!" I told her while tears rolled down my cheek. Being pregnant really gets me emotional.

"Why? Did Malfoy do something to you?" She asked, although I think she already knows my answer.

"No. I just missed you, that's all." I hugged her and smiled in her hair.

"Let's go up to my room. I want to tell you something." I told her as I wiped my tears and motioned for the stairs.

"I have lots of cherries and blueberries in my room." I smiled again to her.

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