Drabble gift for Megan Showers, the Rabastan Drabble Challenge Winner in TSC Facebook group.
Prompt: Rabastan Lestrange + Hermione Granger -Baby clothes -Eavesdropping -"This isn't exactly how I pictured you finding out."
Despite what the wizarding world and the rest of his comrades thought, Rabastan Lestrange wasn't the perfect Death Eater. He killed, he maimed, he showed up to every meeting, and did whatever his Dark Lord asked of him, but there was something that kept him from being the perfect soldier.
He had a secret.
And that secret was holed up in his family's abandoned ancestral home, painting the walls and rearranging furniture.
At first he was nervous. He was so sure he'd be found out, but the weeks bled into months and now he was living a secret life with a witch his pureblood family would be rolling in their graves over.
He waited until his brother and Bellatrix were asleep before venturing out to see his little bride.
"Darling?" A feminine voice called out, "is that you?"
"Who else would it be, love?" He asked, opening the door and smiling brightly at her as he gave her a peck on the cheek.
"I don't know. I thought maybe you had finally invited your family," she replied, turning back to the task he'd interrupted.
"They aren't ready to hear the wonderful news."
"I'm already seven months on, Rabastan. How much longer will you wait?"
"As long as I have to," he replied.
She huffed in annoyance and rubbed her stomach. She was getting more and more agitated as the days wore on. Being in the manor all alone was really getting to her, but this was the only way it could be. If anyone knew she was hereā¦.
He watched her caress her expanding abdomen. It always caught him off guard when she looked like this, radiant and round with his child. "May I?" He asked her, stretching his hand toward her stomach.
She nodded and he placed his hand on the bump, a warmth rushing through him as he felt the tiny kicks against his palm. "Is he always this active?"
"More so at night, the little bugger. Has nights and days mixed up I think."
"Well, hopefully he'll get it right once he's born." A noise from outside the door caught his attention and he stopped rubbing her stomach to stare into the darkened hallway. "I'm sorry, love." He said quietly, "I have to go."
"But you just got here," she pouted.
"I know," he kissed her forehead and hugged her to him, "I promise I'll come back later tonight ok?"
"Bring me something sweet?"
"Of course," he replied with a fake smile and left her alone in the room.
Closing the door behind him, he let out a frustrated sigh. "Eavesdropping isn't normally your style of information gathering, Rodolphus," he called to the shadow down the hall.
"Yes, well, I was curious as to why my dear brother kept sneaking off at all hours of the night."
Rabastan rolled his eyes. "I wasn't aware I had a curfew."
Ignoring that he had even spoke, his brother continued, "I admit, having a secret rendezvous with a mudblood was the last thing I imagined I'd find when I caught up with you."
"This isn't exactly how I pictured you finding out, either."
"How did you even manage to subdue her? That's Hermione Granger if I'm not mistaken? She's been missing for months. How long has she been here?"
"Since the very beginning," he smirked, "snatched her right out from under The Order's nose."
A dark brow rose. "And she came willingly?"
"Of course not, she kicked and screamed the whole way."
"Then-" he looked to the door where a happy Hermione Granger sat folding baby clothes.
"Obliviate is quite an amazing spell when you know how to use it." He grinned, "Don't you think?"
His secret may be out, but for the first time in his life, his older brother gave him a look of complete approval, and that more than made up for it.
