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.
~Previously on The Start of our Lives~
Hermione stopped in front of the portrait of the two giggling girls that protected the entrance to her home with Draco.
"Finicky doctrinaire," she declared. The portrait opened and she stepped inside. God, she hoped that Draco was home.
She heard a funny noise, a cross between a strangled sob and a squeal. She hurried into the living room, where the sound was coming from.
"Draco!"
Chapter Twelve: Is That Such a Stretch of Imagination?
In years to come, Hermione had no idea how she had managed to feel so many different emotions at once. True, a lot of events had happened in a short amount of time but it still scared her thinking about just how quickly she felt about everything changed.
Hermione couldn't believe what she was seeing right in front of her. This just couldn't be real, could it? She took one step forward and screamed out his name.
Draco's head snapped up. In a split second, his eyes had widened, his mouth had dropped open and his whole body had tensed up. "Oh, my God."
On the couch next to him, with one of her legs wrapped around his waist, was none other than Pansy pug-faced Parkinson. Hermione felt sick as realization dawned all over her face.
'Oh, crap,' Draco thought when he saw her expression go from confused to shocked and now to outraged.
"Draco," Hermione seethed in a lethally calm voice. Draco gulped. This was not going to end very well. "Why is she here?"
Before Draco could speak, Pansy retorted. "Because, Mudblood, Draco invited me over here for some...catch-up time." She winked haughtily at Draco who looked revolted but unfortunately Hermione missed that.
"Is that true, Draco? Did you really invite her over?"
"No, she came here on her own accord."
"So Pug-face is lying?"
"Hey!" Pansy shrieked in an unnaturally high voice. "My name is not Pug-face!"
"Really!" Hermione screamed back. "Then why does your face look like that?"
Draco rubbed his temples, hoping that his headache would go away, but no such luck. Hermione was at her wit's end.
"I know why you did this Draco!" she yelled as loudly as she could manage. "I know why!"
"I didn't do anything," he held up his hands in an attempt at a feeble protest but Hermione ignored him.
"Ok, I understand that-that you're upset and angry that you're father disowned you and all. I get that. I feel for you, Draco. But you do not have to take it out on me and the baby!"
"I wasn't-"
"So, you know what Draco? I don't need you! This. Is. Over!"
White-hot fury flooded through his entire body at her words. Before her hand had even reached out to push open the portrait, he was on his feet, eyes dangerously narrowed and fists tightly clenched.
"I WASN'T DOING ANYTHING HERMIONE! SHE CAME HERE ON HER OWN ACCORD AND TRIED TO CONVINCE ME THAT IT WAS A BAD IDEA STICKING AROUND FOR YOU AND THE BABY."
"OBVIOUSLY YOU AGREE WITH HER!" Hermione screamed back. Pansy smirked at the heated exchange going on in front of her. She leant back into the couch and crossed her arms, the smug feeling of satisfaction soaring through her every vein.
"I DO NOT AGREE WITH HER HERMIONE! SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!"
And for the first time in her life, Hermione did exactly that.
Draco took a few deep, calming breaths and managed to press a shaky hand to his forehead. This headache was getting worse and yelling at Hermione was not making it any better.
"Look, I understand that you're angry at me. And you have every right to be! Just please, hear me out."
He looked out the window for a moment before turning back to face Hermione.
"I convinced myself that this was all your fault. That you were the reason that my father now loathes me, the reason that I was disowned. I thought that maybe if the baby was a boy then my father might slowly, gradually come around. My mother sent me a letter the day after he came to...erm...visit us and said that after his stay at St. Mungo's, he sort of went into a state of semi-shock and tried to tell my aunt Bellatrix-"
At his words, Hermione fell into a state of semi-shock. Though they had never been face-to-face, Hermione had heard much about Bellatrix Lestrange...about how she was one of Lord Voldemort's most devoted followers and had a fierce hatred for Muggle-borns.
"But it's okay, my mother convinced him not to! She actually threatened to leave him if he did. So he obliged, reluctantly though. Mother says that she need not ever know about the baby, that we'll just keep it to ourselves. Bellatrix is locked up in Azkaban though. I don't know how father would've told her, you cant send any owls there, but he would've found a way."
Hermione clutched her chest, trying to calm down her erractically-beating heart. It's okay, it's okay she kept repeating in her head.
Draco continued on as though he didn't notice any change in Hermione's expression. "I thought that...maybe if I distanced myself away from you then maybe you'd want to leave me. But then I realized that I couldn't let you do that."
Hermione's head snapped up at his words. "Wh-what do you mean by that?"
Draco smiled shyly at her. She had never seen him smile like that before, heck she couldn't even remember if she ever saw him smile a real smile.
"I mean that I couldn't let you go. Not now, not ever."
All Hermione could focus on was the blood rushing to her cheeks, colouring her face, the pounding of her heart hammering against her ribcage, and the pleasure she took in seeing Pansy Parkinson's jaw fall slack.
"Do you really mean it?" She managed to say in a breathless whisper.
He nodded, just one simple nod.
"Over these past few months I've realized that something was missing from my life. I knew that I was sick of being that uncaring, heartless prat that my father made me into so I tried to reform my life by doing the right thing- sticking by you. But I needed something more than that. I need you and now-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence off because Hermione's lips were on his. Surprise took over him before and then contentment. Millions of thoughts ran through his mind as he pressed her petite body against his as much as the baby would allow it. He ran his long slim fingers through her silky hair and let his other hand rest on the small of her back. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and she was kissing him so hard that he thought he might faint.
Finally, they broke apart, panting. Draco pressed his forehead against hers and kissed her nose.
"I love you."
Hermione smirked. "That was going to be my line."
She brushed her lips against his softly, making a shiver of tingles rush up Draco's spine. But they didn't get to finish off the kiss because Pansy had grabbed Draco and pulled him off of Hermione. Before either of them could react, she had mustered up all her strength and punched Hermione in the stomach. Twice.
Dizziness and panic overtook her. Disorientated, she felt the world crashing down around her and blackness overtook.
xox
"...lucky you didn't panic."
"I don't know what's worse, seeing her like this, or knowing about them."
"Grow a pair, Weasley."
Hermione's brain seemed like it was made of mush. Her eyeslids were heavy and felt as though they had been sealed shut. A jumble of disconnected thoughts ran crazy around in her mind and she couldn't piece them together. She felt a dull ache in the back of her head but couldn't focus on that just now.
She opened her eyes. It was blurry but she could just make out figures in front of her. She tried to lift her head but it was too hard.
"She's awake."
Three heads leant down at the same time and they all bashed together. Spitting with pain, Harry, Ron and Draco pulled apart and clutched at their skulls.
"Draco?" Hermione called out sleepily.
"I'm here, Hermione." He took her hand and traced circles around her palm.
"What...what happened?" She tried to recall the day's events but her head hurt too much. She remembered a lot of yelling and then there was none, and then she remembered...
"Oh, Draco." She smiled and lifted her hand to his cheek.
"You remember?"
"Of course I do. But..."
Suddenly she gasped and her hand flew to her stomach. Her breathing steadily grew normal. It was alright, her baby was still inside her, safe.
"I remember pain. Lots of it. What happened, Draco?"
"Pansy. She punched you in the stomach. Twice. And hard. Very hard."
"Is the baby okay?" She asked frantically.
"The baby's fine, but you almost weren't."
"What do you mean, did I pass out or...?"
"Something like that. When Pansy punched you, you staggered and then tripped over and you hit your head on the coffee table."
"Oh. No wonder my head hurts so much."
"Yeah, you cracked your skull but Madam Promfrey fixed you up. I was so scared Hermione, I thought that you were..." He couldn't finish it but Hermione knew what he couldn't say.
"Alright, enough sappiness," Ron's voice cut through the conversation. "Hermione's fine, the baby's fine and that's what's important."
"You gave us all a right scare, Mione." Harry smiled and took her other hand. "It was lucky actually, we were coming to visit you and we saw Draco try to carry you and run at the same time. He was just screaming that you were dead-"
"Overemotional, as usual," Ron muttered softly so Draco couldn't hear him.
"-But I checked to make sure you had a pulse and just said that you had fainted. Ron conjured up a stretcher and we brought you up here. You were out for about four hours."
"So can I go now?"
The three boys chuckled.
"That's a nasty concussion you've got Hermione. You're not going anywhere for a while."
"Hmp." Hermione pouted and crossed her arms. Draco laughed lightly and kissed her lips. Ron shut his eyes tight and looked away.
"Sorry, Weasley but you've got to accept the fact that Hermione's with me now."
"I know that, it's just-"
"I know."
Trying to break up the awkward silence, Harry searched his mind for something interesting to say.
"Well, I heard that there's a ball coming up soon in like two weeks. Are you guys going?"
At the mention of the upcoming ball, Ron's ears turned exceptionally red, Hermione spluttered and tried to sit up and Draco grinned down at Hermione.
"There's a ball! What! Didn't we get enough experience last year?" Ron said grumpily, still annoyed by the fact that Hermione had gone to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum.
"Apparently not. Anyway it's on Valentine's Day so unfortunately, we all have to wear a little bit of pink."
Draco and Ron wrinkled their noses.
"That doesn't seem very fair," Draco commented. "I don't have anything pink. I only wear black or dark green to things like that."
"Well, I'm just going to stick a pink rose in my pocket and that'll be enough. Oh, and did I mention that we also have to wear Muggle clothing?"
At these words, Draco jumped to his feet and started spluttering incoherently. He stopped though when he noticed the look on Hermione's face and sat back down, defeated.
"Yeah, I saw it on the notice board in the common room. There's a trip to Hogsmeade this week and we all have to buy suits. No robes."
"Draco, it won't be that bad," Hermione assured him soothingly. "In my honest opinion, I think you'll look very sexy in a proper suit."
Ron muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "I don't think so," but Hermione ignored him.
xox
"I am so not looking forward to this," Hermione announced irritably as she, Draco, Harry, Ron, Ginny and Luna walked down the iced streets of Hogsmeade, Draco keeping a firm grip on Hermione's arm so that she wouldn't slip.
"Come now, Hermione," Luna began in her dreamy voice. "Dress shopping is always fun. I'm sure it will be even more fun now that I have friends."
That was the thing about Luna. She unknowingly made everyone feel uncomfortable when she brought up things like this- the fact that she had no friends until she began her fourth year at Hogwarts. Everyone thought Luna was an "oddity" and made fun of her for her ridiculous dress sense and for the crazy ideas that she often came up with. But Hermione liked Luna, even though they disagreed on things quite often.
Smiling at the white-blonde haired girl, Hermione linked her arm through hers and walked at a faster pace. She shouldn't let her hormones bring everybody down.
"Ooh, this looks good," Ginny called out as she pointed to a small shop called Muggle Outfitting & Things. Luna smiled and nodded but she was the only one who did so.
A bell tinkered somewhere in the shop as they opened the door. Hermione glanced around nervously. She was positive that there wouldn't be a dress that could possibly fit her. She wrapped her arms around herself self-consciously. Draco rubbed her back, knowing exactly what she was thinking.
A tall young witch dressed all in black stepped out from behind the counter and grinned at them all.
"Hogwarts students?"
"Yes," Harry nodded and stepped forward. The woman gasped and stepped backwards.
"It can't be Harry Potter?"
Harry blushed furiously and fidgeted. "Erm, yes."
The woman's face was equal to his. Fluttering her long thick lashes, she took his arm and led him to the rack of suits, Ginny following closely behind.
"I suppose you're all here for the Valentine's Day Ball? I've already had a few disgruntled customers tell me about it. I don't really get a lot of business here, selling Muggle clothing in a wizarding settlement, but I do get the occasional person in here- mind you, no one has a clue what muggle clothing whatsoever. I had a chap in here the other day who was insisting on buying a flowery nightgown!"
Hermione giggled, remembering the man at the Quidditch World Cup the previous year who was wearing a nightie and refused to take it off because he "liked a healthy breeze round his privates."
Whilst the witch showed Harry around, match to Ginny's annoyance, Draco led a reluctant Hermione over to the dresses.
"Well, let's get this over with."
He held up a floor-length pink silk dress but Hermione shook her head in disgust.
"How about this?"
He showed her a spaghetti-strapped tunic dress the colour of salmon but Hermione gave him a 'you're kidding me, right?' look and he put it back on the rack. He ran his fingers through his hair.
"Fine, you choose."
Hermione crossed her arms and shook her head.
"Why?"
"Because none of them will fit me."
Draco gave her a half-amused, half-tired glare.
"Hermione, you're barely six months pregnant, you can't even tell."
"Draco, I look like a baby killer whale!"
Draco couldn't help the smirk that formed on his mouth. Hermione smacked his chest hard.
"It's not funny! I'm hideous!"
She hid her face in shame. Draco sighed loudly and looked up at the ceiling. Lord, give me strength.
He cupped Hermione's chin in his hands. "Sweetheart, I know that you think you're fat but I swear to God that you're not. You are so beautiful, it's crazy. And sexy. Crazily sexy."
"You're just saying that," Hermione whimpered as tears rushed down her face. Draco tilted her head and captured her lips for a soft albeit mind-blowing kiss.
"Would I lie to you, Hermione?"
Hermione shrugged her shoulders as Draco kissed her again.
"I love you," she sighed as he enveloped her in a hug. He kissed the top of her head.
"Love you too." He rubbed her stomach for a moment and then turned back to the rack.
"Let's get back to this."
"Okay, but nothing pink. I don't care if it's a Valentine's Day Ball, I'll just stick a pink rose in my hair or something."
Draco smiled and nodded in relief. "Good, otherwise we won't match."
"Why, what are you wearing?"
"It's a surprise!"
"Oh, do tell!"
"Nope!" Draco grinned cheekily and then kissed her swiftly on the cheek. "I got my eye on a suit over there. I'll go try it on. You find a dress. But I don't want to see it until the Ball."
Hermione sighed and turned back to the rack. Ginny was in the changing rooms and Luna was poking her head through the small Christmas tree perched on the counter, searching for nargles or something weird like that. Hermione shook her head and continued her search.
"Hermione, are you ready?"
Half an hour later, Hermione was standing in the changing rooms, staring at herself in the full-length mirror, Ginny banging on the closed door.
"Yeah."
She unlocked the door and let it swing open. Ginny gaped when she saw her. "Hermione, that looks amazing."
Hermione was wearing a floorlength white gown with intricate silver beading on it's low-cut neckline. The dress complimented her slightly tanned skin and her plush pink lips. It didn't hide her baby bump, but it didn't enuciate it either.
"You really think so?"
Ginny touched the silk material. "Draco is gonna die when he sees you."
"Well, I hope so," Hermione joked easily as she looked at herself again.
"It's so you, Hermione. You look like a princess."
I feel like a princess. Hermione didn't voice that opinion out loud but Ginny knew what she was thinking.
xox
Ginny giggled loudly as Hermione applied bright blue nail polish to Ginny's toes. They were sitting on Hermione's bed in her old dormitory room, with Lavender and Pavarti on the other side doing each other's hair and make-up, completely giddy with excitement.
"There, all done." Hermione screwed the cap back on the bottle and admired Ginny's feet. The nail polish winked and blinked from every direction and was the finishing touch that Ginny needed for her dress.
"Oh, I think I'll just die of happiness," Ginny squealed as she waved her wand over her toes so that they immediately dried. "Harry asked me to the Ball just last night!"
"Oh, that's wonderful!" Hermione smiled, knowing just how smitten Ginny was with Harry.
"How are you doing your hair?" Ginny asked as she proceeded to do her own.
"Well, I'm just going to use that hair potion that I used for the Yule Ball to make it all sleek and flat. And then I'm going to pin the back up with a sparkly barrette, and then I'll slide two pink roses in.
"Aw, that sounds beautiful. I'm just going to curl mine in large loose curls and leave it all down."
An hour later, both Ginny and Hermione had their hair completely finished. Ginny grinned at her reflection in the mirror. She had never worn her hair curly before and she quite liked it and hoped that Harry would too.
Meanwhile Hermione was having a fit, trying to make it all stay in place. She was terrified that it was all going to fall out and she pointed this out to Ginny.
"Don't worry, it will set once the potion dries. Stop freaking out Hermione."
Ginny turned back to the mirror and started applying her make-up. Hermione hesistated. She wasn't sure that she should wear any. Ginny must've noticed Hermione's tense posture because she stopped sweeping rose-blush onto the apples of her cheeks and smiled at her friend.
"Are you going to wear make-up?"
Hermione looked tortured at the idea but there was a glimmer in her eyes. "Should I? Do you think I shouldn't? I'll just on the tiniest little smidge, hardly anything. I swear it's going to only be the barest little bit!"
"Hermione, calm down. There's nothing wrong with wearing make-up. When I'm finished, I'll help you."
Hermione watched as Ginny artfully smeared a light coating of smoky gray eyeshadow over her eyelids and then lined her top eyelids with brown eyeliner. She finished her blush and swept a coat of red lipstick over her lips. When she was finished, she winked at her reflection and then puckered up. Hermione laughed.
"Okay, I'm done. Hermione, come here and sit in the chair. You're gonna look perfect when I'm finish with you."
Hermione unwillingly did as she was told. Ginny turned the chair around so that it faced her and Hermione couldn't look in the mirror to see what she was doing.
"Just a tiny little bit!"
"I know what I'm doing. Just hold still and close your eyes."
It wasn't an easy task for Ginny. Hermione squirmed and fidgeted and yelled when she thought Ginny was putting too much on. Finally, Ginny threatened to use a Freezing Charm on Hermione if she didn't shut up and Hermione had no choice but to do so.
"Okay, you can look now."
Hermione stared. And stared. And stared some more. Who was that girl staring back at her in the mirror? That couldn't be her, it just couldn't.
"Who am I?" She whispered, flustered. Her face looked so defined and her throat looked loner too. Her chocolate brown eyes had just the tiniest smidge of brown eyeliner and the mascara made Hermione's eyes look huge and Bambi-esque. For the finishing touch, Ginny had put a coat of frosty pink lipgloss on Hermione's lips that matched with the roses in her hair.
"Well, what do you think?"
"I hope that...well I hope that Draco likes it."
"He'll probably lose his voice for a moment when he sees you. Just relax, you look beautiful. There's no need to be nervous."
"I'll try hard not to be.
"You're very poised, just remember that. Now let's put on our dresses."
xox
"Where are they?" Ron muttered impatiently to Harry as he tugged at the pink bow-tie around his neck. He had asked Lavender Brown at the last moment who happily agreed to go with him. She had given him the bow-tie all wrapped up as a present that morning at breakfast. Harry couldn't easily forget the look on Ron's face when he opened it up, nor could he forget how much Fred and George had laughed and said they couldn't wait to see Ron wearing it that night.
Harry himself had found a dark gray suit with a black long-sleeved buttoned up shirt and a sleek scarlet tie. He hoped that Ginny would like it. He had decided against wearing a pink rose in his pocket. Screw Valentine's Day anyway. It was just a lame commercial holiday.
Finally, they heard footsteps on the right side of the Common Room where the girl's dormitories where.
First came Lavender Brown, looking very pretty with her curly hair all piled up on top of her head with two stragetically place curls framing her face. She was wearing a strapless hot pink above-the-knee length dress with tiny black beads which caught the light and sparkled whichever way she moved. She nodded approvingly at Ron, who was wearing a pale-blue suit with a white long-sleeved buttoned-up shirt which didn't go well with his red hair and definetly did not match the pink bow-tie Lavender had brought for him.
"Shall we go?" She asked as Pavarti Patil followed her down and smiled happily at her partner, Seamus Finnigan, who's eyes popped open as she walked up to him. Her glossy black hair was back in a pretty twisted knot and she was wearing a pale pink tiered dress that showed off her long slim tanned legs, with a crystal embellished neckline and nude high heels.
She was followed by Ginny who decided against wearing anything pink because it would clash with her hair and instead decided on a strapless ocean blue ruffled dress with a plunging neckline and an empire waistline, along with a gorgeous silver statement necklace. It was incredibly short which normally wasn't something Ginny would wear but Harry thought she looked stunning.
"Is it a bit too much?" She asked Harry shyly as he admired her from every angle. "I don't look like me at all do I?"
"Um, you look...you look...incredible. Stunning. Absolutely gorgeous."
Ginny's heart soared at his words. She hoped that tonight would be the night that they shared their first kiss.
"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked, looking around.
"She said she'll meet us in the Entrance Hall, she doesn't want everyone staring at her."
"Okay, then let's go."
Hermione heard the portrait door slam shut, counted to ten and then stepped out into the Common Room. Luckily it was empty. She walked over to the mantelpiece above the fireplace and stared at the enchanted mirror.
"How do I look?" She asked cautiously.
"Wonderful, deary. Now go and enjoy yourself." The mirror replied back. Hermione took two large calming breaths and stepped out of the portrait hall.
"Don't worry, Draco. She'll be here soon," Ginny reassured the nervous Slytherin boy as they all waited for Hermione to make her entrance.
"I hope so. God, what's taking so long-"
His breath got caught in his throat as he laid eyes on the beautiful girl who had just arrived in front of him. His mouth literally dropped open as he took in her appearance.
Ginny nudged Hermione and grinned. "I told you he would lose his voice."
Hermione giggled and turned back to Draco. He was wearing a sharp black suit with a silk emerald green tie, his white-blonde hair sleeked back in his usual fashion.
"I like your suit," she smiled. "You look sharp."
"So do you," he said breathlessly. Her floor-length silk white dress made her look just like a Princess would. It was very characteristic and suited Hermione perfectly.
"Shall we go in?"
Draco nodded and took her arm. She looked around for Ginny and grinned and gave her two thumbs in. The couples then proceeded to go inside through an enormous red rose arch.
The Great Hall looked magnificent. It was a large relief to most occupants to see that it did not resemble the decorations that Lockhart had put up just three years prior. There were pink, white and red flowers floating in midair, colourful balloons zooming around and Hermione could've have sworn that hanging in the lanterns were dozens of tiny fairies. The food tables were piled high with cakes, fruits and chocolates, along with typical Muggle candy hearts that read Be Mine and Meant to Be. The four house tables had been removed and instead there were now round tables all around the Hall, seating a dozen people at each table. Pink bows were tied to the backs of chairs with trailing gossamer streamers. There were cracked ice roses used as centerpieces at each table that added a sparkling effect. Many boys grimaced at the decorations, but at least there were no card-carrying cupids this time.
Ginny waved Hermione over excitedly at a table in the middle, seating Harry, Ron and Lavender, Pavarti and Seamus, Dean and Luna and Ernie and Hannah from Hufflepuff. Hermione and Draco sat down and greeted everyone.
"Hermione, you look fabulous." Hannah gushed in flattering tone. Hermione smiled politely back.
"Thanks, Hannah. So do you."
At that moment, Dumbledore had risen to his feet, wearing scarlet red robes, and the Hall immediately fell quiet.
"Welcome, all of you, to our very first Valentine's Day Ball. I do hope that you all have an immense amount of fun before but before we can, we must enjoy ourselves with our delectable feast. Enjoy!"
At that moment, menus appeared on the tables. Hermione picked hers up and studied the choices. Then, she looked down at her plate and said clearly, "Lobster." At once, three large steaming lobsters appeared on her plate and she took no hesistation in beginning her meal.
"God, this is delicious." Ron moaned as he helped himself to his third bowl of creamy wild mushroom soup.
Conversation ceased when everyone was finished and all their plates and cutlery disppeared. Dumbledore was on his feet once more and he raised his arms, beaming down at all of them.
"And now, let us commence what we've all been waiting for. Dancing!"
He stepped down from the High Table with Professor McGonagall's hand in his and lead her to the floor, which had been cleared of tables so that there was room to dance to an old muggle song, My Heart Will Go On, by Celine Dion. Many muggle-born students clapped and cheered and got up to join them.
Draco turned to Hermione, smiling.
"Would you like to dance, Miss Granger?"
"Well Mr. Malfoy, I would be honoured."
Draco wasn't a fan of muggle music but he had to admit, he quite liked it. The lyrics were true and meaningful, not silly tidbits like his mother's favourite song, A Cauldronful of Love. This was real.
Hermione looked around, taking in her surroundings. Ginny was not too far away with her head resting on Harry's shoulder and his hands on her waist. Lavender, Pavarti, Seamus and Ron had joined hands and were dancing wildly around which did not suit the slow atmosphere at all.
When the song was over, everyone clapped and got ready for another one. Hermione could feel many eyes on her as they watched her dance with Draco. She knew exactly what they were thinking but for once, she didn't care. She was happy were she was. She was content.
Aerosmith's famous, I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing came on. Draco, who had enough of dancing, was eager to go back to their table but Hermione pulled him back.
"No, no, I love this song. Just one more dance, please."
Draco smiled and kissed her forehead. "Anything for you."
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you're out sleeping
While you're far away dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment, forever
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure
As Draco listened to the lyrics, he couldn't help thinking that that was exactly how he felt about Hermione. She was perfect to him. He wanted to make up for lost years by spending every second of his life in her presence.
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Coz even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Hermione looked up and found Draco's eyes lingering on her. They stared straight into each other's eyes and she felt as though her eyes were the windows to her soul, she was pouring out every little emotion just with her eyes.
Oh, my...
She glanced up further and found a wreath of mistletoe forming above their heads. Draco noticed her looking at the ceiling so he did too. He blushed when he saw it.
"Mistletoe," she whispered, breathless. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Slowly, he leaned down and kissed her. This was nothing like before. This kiss meant something. Fireworks were going off in their heads and they felt as though the building surround them could crumble to the ground and they could be the only ones left standing because they had each other.
"I love you, Draco." She whispered as they both felt the baby kick.
"I love you too, Hermione. Happy Valentine's Day."
A/N: WELL THERE YA GO! They're together! YAYAYAYA! Do you love me or what! This was a pretty long chapter, the longest yet I think. Well please review, you know you want to. 20 reviews till zee next chapter! Don't expect that to be anytime soon. School goes back tomorrow and I'll be forced to study every day until exams are over. LML. I hope you enjoyed this chaper. I love y'all.
Love always
Alex
xoxo
PS: In case you're curious, this is Hermione's dress:
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