Chapter Three
It had been almost two weeks since he had last saw Granger in Diagon Alley. When he saw her mothering a child the first thought that came to mind was that it was his.
But heck, for all he knew it could Potter's.
Then the thought of Potter and Granger together, with children, just didn't seem to fit the picture. But the one thing about his encounter with Granger that still puzzled him, was to why she had run from him with tears streaming down her face.
Pushing everything aside, Draco walked with his best friend Blaise, into the nearest bar in Diagon alley. Blaise said he should stop moping about and get back into the game.
He said there were plenty of girls that would go for him any day. But Draco didn't see what was so great about that. All the girls fell for his money not for him. No one had seen him for himself. That is, no one besides Hermione, of course. But did that really count?
All it was, was one night. One night of parties, drinks and pleasures. Not wanting to remember her in the smallest, Draco walked straight from the front door, away from Blaise, and to the bar.
Once there, he immediately sat down and ordered a fire whiskey. What better way to forget everything, then by drowning himself within his troubles. He looked up and down the bar. To his left, at the end of the bar, was a couple sitting and chatting away animatedly.
It reminded him so much of Hermione and him when they… 'Get a hold of yourself Draco!' Draco 's conscience was back. He just couldn't tell you how much he hated that little bugger. Every time he showed up, Draco always ended up boiling mad and ready to scratch someone's eyes out!
"Go away." He said to the little person. He knew he wasn't real, but still he talked to him. "One fire whiskey…" He said lazily to the bar tender. He slowly started drinking the intoxicating red liquor.
"Hey Malfoy,mind moving down a little, you're stinking up the whole bar." A most annoying voice called to Draco. 'Oh, damn.' Draco thought. He knew that voice to well. It belonged to one of Hermione's friends, and the Weasels' little sister. It belonged to Ginny Weasly.
Draco turned his head towards the fierce red head and just stared blankly. Once making eye contact, Draco saw Ginny's eyes go wide with surprise. What she saw was beyond him. He really didn't care anyway. What point did he have in life, now that Hermione was gone and his father dead.
It was a few minutes of dead silence between the two until Ginny got up the nerve to speak. "So Malfoy, what do we all hold the pleasure of your company?" Ginny tilted her head and displayed a sweet smile of pearly white teeth.
"Leave me be, Red." He had adopted the name for Ginny since his last year of Hogwarts. Since being pretty close to Hermione then, he had gotten to know some of her friends. Not including, of course, Harry or Ron.
"Now since when have you been all pushy?" Ginny started, but soon enough her sweet smile was slowly turning into a disappointed frown. "I know! Since you left Hermione! Making her feel worthless, ugly and humiliated! You don't know what you've done to her!"
Ginny was now starting to let out her anger. 'And what better way then to let it out on Malfloy!' Ginny too, also listened to the little person inside of her head.
Draco just stared at her, as she continued to blow off steam. "You know what Red, if you ever expect to get married someday, you really got to lose that temper of yours. I mean, no guy likes living with a girl that has a nasty habit of randomly throwing fits over such little things." Ginny looked into his eyes for less then a second before blowing off again.
"You call leaving Hermione, my best friend, a little thing!" Ginny's face was now starting to turn a nice shade of red. " And I thought you a least had a heart!" She slapped his face. The one thing Hermione would have given almost anything to do.
Draco slowly raised his hand and touched were Ginny had hit him. He couldn't believe it! Of all the people to have the guts to hit him, it had to be Ginny Weasley! "Hey! Ginny! Take it outside! You're going to scare away all my customers! Now get out!" Cliff was now standing behind the bar in front of the two opposites. His hand was pointing towards the main door, his face resembling that of an ugly toad.
They stood up and walked outside. Draco leaned on the building while Ginny stood staring into the stary night sky. " Well, I think I've said enough for Hermione, so if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to Hermione and Brielle." Ginny walked away leaving Draco staring after her.
'She lives with Hermione!' Draco couldn't believe his luck! He had a few things he wanted to say to her. And he had a few questions that were tugging at the back of his mind.
"Hey Red! Wait up!" Draco jogged to catch up with Ginny who was, at this point, walking at a fast paste. "Red, could I come by for a minute. I have something I need to ask Hermione." Draco looked hopefully into Ginny's eyes, searching for a flicker of sympathy. When he saw none, Draco just let his head hang and look at the cobbled stone street as they continued walking.
After a minute of thinking, Ginny thought it would be for the better if Hermione and Draco did sit down and talk things out.
"Oh fine." Ginny couldn't believe she said that! She knew she was probably going to cause Hermione more pain then to heal any.
"You just have to promise me you'll be on your best behavior!" Ginny said, one of her pointer fingers coming rather close to Draco's nose then he would have liked.
"Yes ma'am! I promise to be good." Draco rolled his eyes at having to speak to Ginny in such a way. "Good, then follow me. We're almost there." Ginny continued walking at a fast pace, leaving Draco a few feet behind.
It was some time before they reach the apartments Ginny and Hermione shared. Ginny stopped outside of their door looking back at Draco. Then she opened the door and walked in.
Draco followed after her. The place was cozy. SO much unlike the Malfoy Manor which always made you feel lonely and depressed. "Hermione! I'm home!" Ginny said as she dropped her keys onto the nearest table.
"Oh! Ginny, you're back already! Usually you'd be out all night!" Draco heard Hermione calling from what he thought would be the kitchen.
"It's actually a good thing you're home early. I made dinner tonight. Or, Brielle and I made dinner." Ginny motioned for Draco to follow her into the kitchen. Hermione was standing with her back towards them with Brielle on her shoulder, wide eyes looking everywhere, and a frying pan in the other hand.
"Brielle has been so happy lately, Ginny. I'm just not to sure why though." Draco just watched as Hermione kept on talking, cooking and holding Brielle at the same time. She was so free spirited.
"Hey Ginny, can you get Brielle for me? She's getting a little out of hand." Draco looked around at where Ginny had been standing, but she wasn't there. Draco sort of panicked. What was he supposed to do? Making up his mind, Draco walked up behind Hermione and took Brielle off her shoulder.
"Thanks Ginny. Well, dinner's about ready. Tonight I made chicken fried rice with broccoli! My mother's recipe, you know." Hermione turned around. She was holding a bowl of green steamed broccoli in her right hand, and in her left she had a firm grip on what looked to be a farley heavy plate loaded with chicken fried rice.
Hermione turned around and stopped dead in her tracks. What met her eyes practically shocked her into the next life. Draco Malfoy, the father of her child, was stand in front of her with Brielle in his arms. Draco's face looked a little worried but Brielle was very happy. Some how she must have known that Draco was her father, because she had taken to him rather quickly.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" Hermione almost dropped the dishes in her hands when she first saw Draco. "GINNY!" Hermione set the two plates on the counter and walked past Draco, giving him a look that would have killed had he not been holding Brielle.
"GINNY WEASLEY!" Hermione walked down the small hallway to Ginny's room. She burst through the door and grabbed Ginny, who was sitting on her bed looking through a book, and dragged her out into the kitchen.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING DOING IN OUR KITCHEN!" Hermione was yelling at the top of her lungs. Ginny, by this point, was scared out of her mind! She had never seen Hermione like this. Never at all! She knew she could have a pretty nasty temper when riled up, but not like this!
"Hermione, just try to calm down. Draco ran into me down at a pub, and he had a few things he wanted to sort out with you." Ginny was slowly getting Hermione calmer by rubbing her back and speaking softly. Hermione at this time was shaking from anger. She had wanted to never see Draco's face again. But yet here he was. Holding Brielle, and standing in her kitchen.
Draco thought it best to speak now. "Hermione why don't we settle this over dinner. Ginny and I are hungry, Brielle looks like she wants food. And you most certainly need to eat something. You're to thin for even you." Hermione looked at Draco before grabbing the plates and heading towards the table.
Draco turned his head towards Ginny. She shacked her head and they followed Hermione to the dinner table. This was going to be a long night.
Well! That sure took me a while! Sorry for not posting sooner! Family matters came into the picture and I haven't been able to type this chapter for a while. Well, you all know what to do! If you want the next chapter, you got to review! I would like for a minimum of 30 reviews before I up-date chapter four! Bye!