The New Malfoy

Chapter One: The News

Draco Malfoy woke early on a Saturday morning to a pecking on his window. His silver eyes opened and turned to glare at the large, beautiful pure black owl with wide green eyes. As he opened the window, the owl dropped the letter on his bed and flew straight out.

Draco - *grumbles* ungrateful owl. Wakes me up and he doesn't even stay for a while.

He grabbed the letter and opened it. Slanted writing in blue ink indicates that this letter was from his mother and not Blaise being annoying like he thought.

Draco,

I just saw the strangest thing this morning on our Family Tree. A line next to your name shows Hermione Granger. Now, either you two got married secretly or Miss Granger is pregnant. I want to say the first one but I know you would never do that. Now, go find Miss Granger and ask her if this is true. If so, we will meet at the Christmas Ball at Hogwarts next week. Oh, and your brother Dakota and his wife Kaelen are also coming. See you next week.

Narcissa

To say Draco was shocked was an understatement. Hermione Granger, pregnant by him? Sure he didn't actually hate her like she thought he did but he still didn't like her. Besides, he would never have sex with a girl without protection. Draco sat the letter on his desk and moved over to his closet. Before he went to Granger, he had to try to remember ever doing anything with her. Some minutes later, Draco was pacing down the hall of the Seventh Floor. As he stopped, a door materialized in front of him. He walked in the room and stopped short. He remembered now. It was this room. Three months ago he came to the Room of Requirement to think alone. It was the first week of school and he already hated it and wanted to leave. Almost every student glared at him wherever he went and would mutter "Death Eater Scum" under their breath like he couldn't hear them. He knew when he came back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry after the war that everything wouldn't be the same as the past six years. But he at least thought they would have the decency to talk about him behind his back and not in front of him. He had got to the RoR to find a door already there. Normally he would've gone back to his common room on the Sixth floor but he was too angry and upset to really worry about it. Inside the room he found Hermione Granger lying on a black couch in front of the fireplace. He was about to leave when Hermione sat up and stared at him with watery eyes. No matter whom they are, Draco is a sucker for girls crying. He sat and listened to her vent about how Ron had been cheating on her for four months out of their five month relationship and how he called her "An ugly, boring, good for nothing Mudblood." The minutes went by and somehow they ended up on the bed in the corner kissing like their life depended on it. Draco shook his head angrily and wondered how he could've forgotten about protection that time. Even when he had sex when he was piss drunk he still was always safe. And now because of that mistake, a child had been brought into the world that was still trying to get rebuilt from the chaos of the Second Wizarding War. He walked further into the room and once again saw Hermione Granger sitting on the couch. This time she wasn't crying but starring into the fire with her right hand resting on her stomach.

Draco - Granger? What are you doing here again?

She turns around quickly and stares at him with wide eyes that slowly start to fill up with tears.

Draco - Oh no. Please don't start crying.

Hermione - I'm sorry. I'm just...emotional right now.

Draco - So I see. Why? Don't tell me you're still crying over Weasley.

Hermione - *chuckles* no, of course not. He's not even worth the tears anymore.

Draco - So what's wrong?

Hermione - I...maybe you should sit down.

Draco looks at Hermione uncertainly before on the black armchair.

Hermione - Do you remember what happened in this room three months ago?

Draco - *sighs* so it's true?

Hermione - What's true?

Draco - That you're pregnant?

Hermione - I...how did you know?

Draco - My mother told me this morning.

Hermione - You're mother? How did she find out?

Draco - My family has this family tree that shows your spouse and children should you get them. If you're a girl and you get pregnant, the man who impregnated you shows up next to your picture and you're tied together for life. You don't necessarily have to marry that person but their picture never goes away if you marry someone else.

Hermione - And my picture is next to yours?

Draco - Yeah.

Hermione - Oh.

Hermione bites her lip and looks down at her lap thinking hard. Draco himself stares at Hermione taking in her appearance. Her hair had calmed down from the bushy mess it was the first three years of their school time and was in smooth, curly ringlets flowing down her back. Her shape filled out and she had curves all in the right places. Her eyes were big and a brown color that had several shades of gold twinkling in it. Her nose was small and button shaped with a sprinkle of light freckles across it. And her mouth, it was just the right size, not too big but not too small, and was a light pink color. He knew from experience that she was quite talented with it but only with encouragement. It was her stomach that he settled his gaze on for some time. You could hardly see it from the sweater she had shoved on but there was a slight bump on her abdomen. He didn't know if he was father material but he could already imagine her stomach getting even bigger, holding the child they created together. He could see a small boy with straight light brown hair and silver eyes with his dry humor and sarcastic wit and her brains and manners that loved to be the center of attention or a little girl with curly blonde hair and big brown eyes that loved to read and be behind the scenes but didn't any shit from anyone, no matter who they were. He looked up startled from his daydream when Hermione cleared her throat. She was staring at him with a slight small on her lips and amusement in her eyes.

Hermione - Done daydreaming?

Draco - Sorry. Were you saying something?

Hermione - Not really. Ummm...are you mad that I'm pregnant?

Draco - Yes.

Hermione - Oh.

Draco - But not at you. I'm mad at myself for forgetting to safe and prevent this from happening.

Hermione - So, you're fine with it?

Draco - Of course. It's not like I could make you get rid of it.

Hermione - Obviously. So what are you going to do?

Draco - What do you mean?

Hermione - Well I'm going to keep the baby but what are you going to do? Are you just going to leave or...

Draco - Leave? Of course not. I'm staying with you the whole way and then some. No matter what happens in the future, that is my child you're carrying and I'll be there.

Hermione - But what about your parents?

Draco - Actually they were hoping to meet you at Christmas Ball next week.

Hermione - Christmas Ball? Oh Merlin! I forgot all about that! I don't even have a dress.

Draco - We can go find you one now. We are the Heads so we can leave the grounds with permission.

Hermione - But I don't have any money with me.

Draco - I do.

Hermione - Oh no. I can't possibly let you pay for it.

Draco - Of course you can. I want to pay for whatever you get.

Hermione - Are you serious?

Draco - I am. I have too much money than I have the need for.

Hermione - Fine. As long I pay you back.

Draco - Hermione...

Hermione - No. It's the only way I'll let you pay for it. Meet me at McGonagall's office in 20 minutes.

She stands up from the couch and starts walking toward the door. The door was open and she was about to take a step out but pauses as she feels Draco's breath caress the back of her neck.

Draco - I'm glad it's you that's the mother.

By the time Hermione got over to shock, Draco was already long gone from the room and the hallway. She lets out a shaky breath but presses on toward the Head's Dorm.

Disclaimer: This story is purely for entertainment. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and I will never own Harry Potter. The only thing I do own is the plot

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