The Start of Our Lives
Summary: After a drunken one night stand, bushy-haired bookworm Hermione Granger finds out that she is pregnant to none other than Master of Apathy Draco Malfoy. They begin their lives as teenage parents and learn to live together and maybe even eventually fall in love? Read & Review.
Chapter Nine: We No Who U R
~Previously on The Start of Our Lives~
"I like Graciela, that's really pretty. Juliet is simply divine. I've never heard of the name Lyra but it's gorgeous. I see you prefer celestial or mythological themed names. Hmm, what do you think of Star?"
Draco cocked his head to the side. "You're kidding me, right? What about Venus?"
Hermione wrinkled her nose. "No, thanks. I like Audrey. It's classic and timeless."
"I like that too. Blair sounds alright too, but for a middle name."
"Alright, so we both like the names Blair, Audrey, Juliet, Graciela and Lyra. What about boys names?"
"Well, I like Draco Junior-"
"We are not naming our kid Draco Junior!" Hermione interrupted shrilly. "I like Christian, I think that's cute. And Ever, isn't that sweet? Oh, I can't believe I forgot to mention my absolute favourite boy name of all time- Silas!"
"Yeah, they are all great names, but-"
Knock, knock
Hermione and Draco looked at each in surprise. The portrait in the frame outside giggled and spluttered inconspiciously.
"Wonder who that could be..."
Hermione started to stand up but Draco grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down.
"You stay here, okay?" Draco ordered as he stood up and headed for the door.
Hermione sighed, slapped her hands down on the sofa and began to pout.
"Fine. I need to go to the bathroom, anyway."
Just as Hermione had closed the bathroom door, the portrait hiding their living quarters swung open to reveal a very unlikely couple standing on the threshold.
"...Oh, shit," Draco began as his mouth opened and closed like a fish.
"Oh, shit, indeed." Lucius Malfoy swept his billowing black cloak behind him and pushed past Draco. Ron Weasley was standing behind him, a foolish grin plastered on his face. He tried to follow Lucius in but Draco blocked his path.
"What do you think you're doing here, Weasley?" Draco spat viciously, ready for a fight.
But Weasley seemed to be off with the fairies. Draco glared at him.
Lucius was glancing around the room, looking disgusted and slightly sickened.
"This is where you live now?" Lucius turned around to sneer at his only son, his heir. "This disgusting Muggle house?"
"What exactly is so Muggle about this house?" Draco asked, his tone fiery as he eyed the wand held tightly in his father's hand.
"Who is it, Draco?" He heard Hermione call out from the bathroom.
"No one important," he tried to say but Hermione was already walking out towards where their 'guests' were. As soon as she spotted the chest-length sleek blonde hair of Lucius Malfoy, she gasped and clutched her stomach.
Lucius rounded on Hermione, looking at her as though she were some sort of revolting creature he'd very much like to squish.
"You... you... filthly little Mudblood!" He hissed, silver-gray eyes popping as he raised his wand but Draco screamed out, "Protego!" An invisible shield erupted between his father and Hermione. The force of it knocked Lucius off his feet and he fell backwards. Spitting hair out his mouth, he leapt up furiously.
"What do you think you're doing?" Draco asked, trying to keep a calm voice and a level head, even though he was shaking with fury and fear for Hermione's safety.
"That Mudblood deserves to be slaughtered like the pig she is!" Lucius's eyes glowered darkly. Hermione whimpered and lowered her head.
"Don't listen to him, Hermione!" Ron called out. "You should be slaughtered like the angel you are!"
Draco rounded on Weasley, who was now staring at the ceiling with a goofy smile, swinging his hands back and forth.
Draco jerked his thumb at him and asked his father, "What's wrong with him?"
Lucius rolled his eyes and shrugged. "He's a Weasley, what isn't wrong with him?"
"He looks like he's been Confunded," Hermione said softly but anxiously, obviously concerned for her friend. She was about to step forward but Draco flung his arms out.
"Don't move," he commanded sharply.
"Yes, Granger, don't move," Lucius mimicked sarcastically. "It's for your own good."
"Just get out, please," Draco's voice wavered slightly. "Get out of my house, NOW!"
"Don't ever tell me what to do!" Lucius roared, whipping his wand back out again. He raised it high above his head and brought it slashing down, as a violent flash of purple light was penetrated and a high voice screamed out.
The air cleared and the three people left standing coughed, waving smoke out of their faces. Lucius Malfoy was sprawled out on the ground, covering his face with his hands. Yellow pus that smelled strongly of petrol leaked out between his fingers. Draco stood over his father and gazed down at him.
"What happened?"
On shaking legs, Hermione made her way forward. "I backfired his spell." She sounded guilty. "Bubotuber pus," she answered the unasked question. "I don't know anyone who would be able to successfully that spell. It's not well known. It's highly advanced and extremely dangerous."
"Isn't it supposed to cure severe acne?" Draco very much remembered the terrible Herbology they had spent squeezing pus out of the plant.
"The plant version of it does," Hermione nodded. "The spell version is dangerous because the pus is undiluted." She turned to Draco, her cheeks rosy red with fear. "We have to get him to the hospital wing. Immediately."
"Hermione, he just tried to perform that spell on me. I don't care if his is my father."
Whilst arguing about whether Lucius should be treated or not, they didn't notice that a very Confunded Ron was pulling Lucius to his feet. Out of the corner of his eyes, Draco spotted his father standing upright. He couldn't hold his wand, as his hands were swollen and thick with pus, but the look he gave his son was enough to frighten him. The phrase, If looks could kill rang through Draco's mind and he shivered slightly.
Lucius Malfoy's cold gray eyes lingered on the young man he had raised to be an outstanding Pureblooded citizen of the wizarding world. He no longer knew the boy in front of him. He had a son, once but he had failed him.
"You are not my son." With that, he spat on the ground, turned on his heel, and stormed out, cloak swishing behind him.
Draco ran as fast he could, skidding down the corridors, his shoes squelching with mud as he raced to get to the hospital wing in time. He had completely forgotten that he was supposed to meet Hermione after she had Defence Against the Dark Arts for the appointment and hoped that he wasn't late.
"No running in the corridors!" He heard the squeaky voice of Professor Flitwick call behind him but he ignored him and kept going.
After about five minutes of non-stop flat-out running, Draco had finally reached the hospital wing. He wrenched open the doors and fell inside.
It appeared empty at first glance but at the far end, one of the beds had the curtains drawn around it. He approached it cautiously.
"Hermione?" He called out nervously.
Madam Pomfrey stuck her head out of the curtain. "Ah, hello Mr. Malfoy. Miss Granger is in here. We have begun the procedure already so if you would please come inside and take a seat, that would be great."
Draco nodded hesitantly, lingering outside the curtain for a moment. When he stepped inside he would see Hermione lying on the bed, her stomach exposed. He had never seen it before. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to see it. He shook his head as though he was trying to get rid of an irksome fly.
Snap out of it, Draco! That's your baby, you should see it. Just get it over and done with!
He rolled his eyes at the voice in his head and, with his eyes shut, stepped inside.
"And that there is the head," he could hear Madam Pomfrey saying softly. Draco's eyes opened, almost against his will.
Hermione was lying on the bed with her own eyes closed, tapping her slim fingers on the bed impatiently. Madam Pomfrey was waving her wand slowly across Hermione's jutted stomach. Draco stared. He couldn't help it.
"Hi," Hermione said quietly, jerking Draco out of his trance. Draco adverted his eyes and sat down in the chair next to her.
"How's it going?" he asked no one in particular, looking down at his hands.
"Good." Both women answered in unison.
"It looks a lot like you, Mr. Malfoy," Madam Pomfrey commented.
Draco raised an eyebrow as he finally looked at his child for the first time on the screen above.
"Wow..."
He couldn't tell exactly what it looked like but he could see most of the features. It had everything, ten tiny little fingers and ten tiny little toes. It looked as though it was waving its tiny hand at the camera and Draco smiled, his heart melting.
"Would you like to find out the sex?" Madam Pomfrey asked, observing the two teenagers glowing faces.
"Please," Hermione smiled excitedly and turned to look at Draco, who nodded his head, a second too late. He had a nervous knot in his stomach ever since the incident with his father and it had not lessened in the slightest. Please let it be a boy, he thought. In the world my father longs to create, a boy might have a chance...
Madam Pomfrey smiled as she turned to both of them. "Well, in approximately four months time you will be having a lovely baby... girl."
"We're having a girl?" Hermione shrieked, hands covering her mouth in a sort of happy shock.
"You are indeed, Miss Granger," Madam Pomfrey smiled at her.
"Did you hear that, Draco? We're having a girl!"
Feeling beyond dazed, Draco's mouth dropped open. "It's a girl?"
"I knew that it was!" Hermione punched the air, startling the matron. "I knew it! I was right! I always am, aren't I?" Giggling as though she had been hit with a Tickling Charm, she stuck her tongue out at Draco and wagged it up and down childishly. "And you were convinced that it was a boy!"
"We're having a girl?" He asked again.
He stayed seated as Hermione talked to the matron about her next appointment. A girl. He could hardly believe it. It was one thing to have his child to only be a half-blood, but his first-born to be a girl. No, it shouldn't matter anyway. His father would never accept the child. He glanced uncertainly over at Hermione. Her eyes were glowing and she looked positively enthralled.
I should look like that as well.
So why was the expression on his face sour as anything?
A/N: EW. That was a disgustingly short chapter. *slaps self* Sorry it's rushed but I wanted to update before school goes back (tomorrow. double ew). I virtually pinky-swear that the next chapter will be ten times better. REVIEW. Make my life. It's pretty much triple-ew atm. Less than three :)