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 Thirteen: Falling Over Me
As the days passed by, Hermione became more and more self-conscious of her growing stomch and the stares that she received from nearly every single person at the school. The bigger her bump got, the more people whispered. Hermione knew what they said about her and honestly, she couldn't care less. She had more worrisome things on her mind.
Like the fact that she didn't want to be a mother.
Like the fact that she had no family to help her.
Like the fact that her grades were suffering because of her situation.
Hermione sighed and got changed out of her pajamas and into a short creamy white dress with a pink bow round the middle and a teal blue cardigan. She sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for Draco to get out of the bathroom. Typical of him really, to use the bathroom just when she really needed it.
"Hurry up, Malfoy!" She screamed, the frustration getting to her. She heard him yell something over the hairdryer but had no idea what he said. "What is taking so long? You have no hair!"
The hairdryer was switched off which meant that Draco was now proceeding to smooth gel into his white-blonde hair. Hermione hated it and Draco knew it but he insisted on doing so anyway. She couldn't run her fingers through his hair when they kissed which she always thought was so romantic but Draco absolutely loathed it when people touched his hair. Or anything above his neck. He always joked that he was beheaded in another life and that was why he hated it.
The door opened and Draco stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He hummed merrily to himself, not noticing the way that Hermione's jaw dropped open when she saw the V-lines on his stomach and the beginnings of a chiselled six-pack. His arms was toned and only slightly muscular but it was enough for Hermione to begin drooling. She watched as Draco swivelled a cotton bud through his hair and open up their dresser drawers, pulling out a dark gray T-shirt which he tossed carelessly over his torso, much to Hermione's dismay. And suddenly he let his towel drop. Hermione almost fainted. Did he not know that she was there? Or was he trying to turn her on? Because it was definitely working.
Draco pulled on a pair of black boxers and skinny black jeans- Hermione didn't even know he owned a pair of jeans- and then he turned around and witnessed Hermione sitting on the edge of the bed with her mouth open, eyes wide and popping with a definite hint of drool on her chin. He smirked his infamous Malfoy smirk.
"Hi."
"..."
"I know," Draco grinned, loving the way that she was staring at his stomach as though she was silently willing him to take his shirt off again. "You're jealous."
"N-no-no I'm not," she stuttered.
"You are. You're jealous because you wish that you're stomach looked like mine."
Hermione smiled cutely and rested a hand on her rounded belly. "Can you blame me?"
Draco shrugged and then walked over to her. He held her face in his hands for a moment, marvelling at how soft her skin was before capturing her in a mind-blowing lip lock which unfortunately didn't last very long because Hermione broke away, hissing in pain.
"What? Did I bite you?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, amused. "No, she's just kicking really hard."
Draco beamed. He loved feeling his child's foot on the palm of his hand. He leaned his hand down and spoke to Hermione's stomach. "Hey baby girl, don't kick your mama so hard." The baby responded with a soft kick. Draco rubbed his hand in small circles where the baby was kicking and then proceeded to kiss Hermione again, this time it was longer and much more satisfying.
"So, what are my two favourite girls up to today?" Draco asked after they had broke apart. Hermione smiled at his sweetness.
"Nothing, our schedule is empty."
Draco pretended to gasp and put his hand to his heart, causing Hermione to giggle. "Hermione Granger isn't busy? I never thought I'd live to see the day! What, no homework, no studying? You can actually have fun for once-"
"Oh, shut up!" Hermione pushed him playfully and kissed his cheek. "What did you have in mind today?"
"Well..." Draco smiled teasingly, enjoying her beautiful rosy smile. "A few things. I hope you're not tired cause we're gonna have a hectic day!"
Hermione rolled her eyes at his choice of words. "Hold that thought. I just remembered I have to pee." As she exited in the bathroom, Draco leaned back on the bed and smiled goofily. He couldn't believe that Hermione was utterly and completely his. It seemed all too perfect. He was going to have a real family. Two beautiful girls who cared about him and made he feel like he was worth something.
Hermione stared at her scared reflection in the bathroom mirror. She closed her honey-brown eyes as she felt her daughter's kicks under her skin. A single lone tear escaped down her cheek. The very thought of it made her heart ache but at the end of the day she knew it was the right choice. A choice that she had considered when she first found out that she was pregnant. A choice that she was had in the back of her mind as the pregnancy progressed, a choice that she never said out loud. A choice that would bring make the two people she loved the most in the world.
A choice that she knew could end her relationship with Draco Malfoy.
Flashback
Hermione smiled to herself as Professor Flitwick walked around the room handing back his students their theory test papers. She always aced Charms, it was her favourite subject next to Arithmancy. She always scored 100% in every Charms test she did so she was sure that her perfect record wouldn't break this time.
Tiny Professor Flitwick reached Hermione, Harry and Ron. Hermione caught the sympathetic smile that the professor gave her as he stood on his tiptoes, trying to slide the paper onto the desk. Hermione happily picked up her paper, ready to greet the big 'O' at the right-hand corner of her page. Instead, there was an 'E'.
This had to be a mistake. She flicked through the paper, devestated when she saw red crosses throughout her paper. 92% Ninety fucking two percent. She raised her hand and waved it in the air, catching Flitwick's attention.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Professor, are you sure you graded these correctly."
"Yes, my dear. I am perfectly sure."
Hermione's face fell. There was no way she could've made a single mistake, even by accident. Hermione Jean Granger did NOT get a lowly mark like that on ANY test that she did, especially not Charms.
An annoyed scowl played across Hermione's face. She glared down at her jutted stomach and thought the one thing that she never thought she would think or say aloud to her child.
'This is all your fault.'
End Flashback
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"Why am I wearing snow boots?" Hermione whined as Draco slid his arm protectively around her as they trotted to the gates at the front of Hogwarts.
"Because it's cold we where we going, silly."
"Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise!"
Hermione moodily stomped her foot like a child. "I look silly. Why did you make me put on two jackets? This just makes me look even huger."
"Hermione Granger is illiterate? My God, this is too much to take."
Hermione punched his arm hard which didn't hurt at all due to the thick jumper he had on. "You know what I mean."
Draco just childishly poked his tongue out, making her drop her icy glare and giggly. Draco knew the charm to unlock the gates to the entrance way to the school. As soon as they were out of Hogwarts boundaries, Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her close to him.
"This is dangerous for you and the baby, what I am about to do, but in order to get to where we are going we have to do it."
Hermione furrowed her brow. "What do you mean dangerous? If it's dangerous, then don't do it."
"Sorry beautiful. We have to."
Before Hermione could say anything, Draco turned on his heel and suddenly, in a whirl of colour, Hermione felt like a hook was pulling at her naval. She gasped in pain as she felt Draco run his hands soothingly through her hair. They dropped to the ground and Hermione clutched at her stomach.
"Oh, my God, I am such an idiot. I don't think we should've Apparated. You could've been splinched! How is she doing? Is she ok?" He worriedly put both his hands on Hermione's stomach, feeling his daughter pound her feet against Hermione, who winced and rubbed the area she was kicking.
"Calm down Sunshine, it's over."
Draco cocked an eyebrow. "Sunshine? Who the hell is Sunshine?"
Hermione smiled sheepishly. "It's what I call the baby."
"I don't have a baby called Sunshine."
"It's not gonna be her name, it's just what I call her for now. Like a nickname."
"Right. Well, what is her name going to be?"
At that, Hermione felt her stomach lurch and her heart beat sped up dramatically. "Um, you know, I don't think we should think of names."
"Why?"
'Because we won't be the ones naming her'.
Instead of voicing that opinion, she just smiled at shook her head. "Let's not think about the baby. Tell me where we are."
"Well, look around and find out for yourself."
Hermione gasped as she noticed where they were for the first time. The snow was thick and blindingly white, hanging in frost and icicles from the branches of the deep-green forest trees. The sky was a brilliant gray-blue with the sun streaking through nicely. Hermione could smell the pine trees and taste the refreshing cold air.
"Is this...Narnia?"
Draco wrinkled his nose. "What kind of name is that? Oh, that could be a good name for the kid!"
"I don't think so. Now, where are we?"
"We're in Greenland."
Hermione looked up at him, stunned. "Are you serious? Greenland?"
"Yep."
Hermione looked around, her eyes wide in wonder. "It's so beautiful."
"Tell me about it. I came here with my mother once when I was young and I was so entranced by it. I thought it would be the perfect place to take you to."
Words couldn't describe the feelings Hermione felt so she decided to try it with actions. She cupped Draco's chin in her hands and pressed her mouth against his. Draco grinned against her lips and then poked his tongue out, asking for permission for entry. Hermione opened her mouth and let him in, wanting to feel every part of him. Draco away only to whisper, "You're so beautiful," into her ear before he brushed his red lips over her collarbone, causing her to moan his name. She wrapped her arms tighter around him and squeezed her eyes shut as Draco began to suck on the pressure point of her neck. "Fuck!" She screamed. Draco immediately pulled away.
"Fuck?"
"No, don't stop!" She wailed desperately. "I need more."
Draco grinned before smashing his lips once more against hers. This girl could be pretty agressive when she wanted to, Draco thought, amused as Hermione whimpered into the kiss. There was so much electricity between them, Draco was surprised that never of them had been shocked. Just when he thought his head would explode from lack of oxygen, Hermione broke the kiss, panting hard. Draco kissed the tip of her small nose.
"I love you."
"Mmmm...I love you too."
Draco let her catch her breath before he gently took her hand and started to lead her over to the sweet-smelling pine trees. "And now, I have a surprise for you."
"What is it?" Hermione asked, hoping that she wouldn't let her disappoint show through on her face; she wanted to continue the kiss.
"Well, I remember you telling me once how much you love the snow, am I right?"
"Correct, Mr. Malfoy," she said playfully. "Is that why we are here?"
"That's right Miss. Granger. Now, how did you get to be so smart?" He asked good-naturedly. Hermione grinned, showing off her perfectly-straight white teeth.
"Well, I think it has something to do with my genes," she said as she tapped her finger to her chin thoughtfully.
"Hm, right your...genes. Got it," Draco winked, causing her to laugh.
"Shut up. Now tell me the surprise. Is it another kiss?"
Draco swept her off her feet, catching her by surprise, and held her against him. She looked down at him and pressed her lips to his forehead before he caught her lips in an awe-inspriring smooch. Hermione giggled when they parted. "Now put me down, mister!" She ordered light-heartedly. He obliged and started to tie her red scarf together.
"You know, your cheeks are just as rosy this scarf. We better get past these trees so I can show you what we're gonna do."
Hermione's smile was so infectious he couldn't help but copy her joyful demeanour. He took her hand and together the two made their way through the forest, their feet crunching on the fresh thick snow, staring around in awe at their gorgeous surroundings. When Draco spotted the clearing, he started to run, pulling Hermione along with him. She laughed freely and loudly and clasped her hand as tight as she could around his, her other hand resting under her belly.
She gasped when she saw the river, all iced over.
"This is your surprise. We're going ice-skating!"
Hermione beamed up at him, shaking her head. "I can't believe you. You're the best!"
"I know," he replied, not so modestly.
"But how will we skate? And is it safe? The ice won't break will it?"
"Nope," Draco grinned as he waved his wand over the ice. Nothing happened, or so it appeared. He smirked at Hermione's confused expression. "Sealing Charm. That way, the ice is perfectly stable and won't fracture. And to answer your question on how will we skate..." He waved his wand and a pair of pink and black ice-skates appeared at their feet. He waved his wand once again and a twig lying behind them turned into a bench. "Care to sit?" He questioned as he picked up both their skates. Hermione sat on the bench and held out her hands to take her skates but instead, Draco got down on his knees, pulled her right leg towards him and started to haul off her pink snow boots. When he had taken the other one off, her carefully slid her small foot into the skates, tightening the strap. Hermione patted his head.
"Thank you, kind sir."
"You're very much welcome, my sweet lady."
She took off her coat and laid it next to her on the bench as Draco put on his skates and pulled off his coat. When he was done he stood up and helped her to her feet. She excitedly rushed over as best she could to the 'ice rink' and looked up at him as if for permission to begin. He nodded slightly and she started to glide all over the ice. Because he was worried she might slip over, Draco performed a Balancing Charm on her so she wouldn't get into harm's way. Hermione moved smoothly across the hoarfrost, a huge grin playing across her face, lighting up her eyes in every way. Draco couldn't take his eyes off of her. She looked so professional, as though she had been doing this her whole life. She did a half-spin and faced him with her hands on her hips.
"You coming or what?"
Draco nodded before hesitantly putting one foot onto the ice, and then the other. He decided to perform a Balancing Charm on himself, just in case, and then found himself sashaying effortlessly over to Hermione, the surprise evident on her face.
"I didn't know you could skate so well?"
"It must be the Balancing Charm I put on both of us."
"Maybe for you, but me? I'm an expert." She started to skate backwards away from him. "Watch me!"
And he did. With his mouth hanging open as she spun around and around, her legs sweeping in wide circular motions before executing a little toe pick jump takeoff and rotation, landing perfectly on the ice. Draco couldn't help himself. He clapped loudly, much to her amusement and wolf-whistled. She took a bow and then curtsied. "Thank you, thank you," she waved as though there were a 1000 spectators watching her.
For the next half hour, the duo spent their time holding hands and gliding across the ice, or watching the other skate solo. Draco was having so much fun he almost forgot that they were supposed to be somewhere else. He thought that Hermione would argue with him when he told her to stop but she just nodded her head and skated her way back to the snow. Draco helped her plough through it and led her back to the bench he had conjured up.
"Are we going back to Hogwarts now?" She asked in a tone that said she didn't want to.
"Not yet. We have to do something else. We have to Apparate again, is that okay?"
As much as Hermione hated Apparation, she was excited to see what was going to happen next. So she didn't quarrel with him when he wrapped his arms around her, turned on his heel and they disappeared. This time, the both of them landed on their feet.
"That was better, wasn't it Sunshine?" She patted her stomach as soon as they arrived. She then looked around, taking in the blue of the distant mountains and the green of the nearby fields.
"This is Loch Lomond. It's in Scotland. See that huge mountain over there? It's called Liathach, which we are going up to visit."
Hermione looked at him sceptically. "Really? We're climbing up it?"
"No," he grinned. "We're flying up it."
He chuckled at his bemused expression, raised his wand and belowed "Accio Nimbus!" He turned to Hermione with a worried look on his face. "I sure hope this works."
Hermione was sure that it didn't but was proved wrong when just a few minutes later, a Nimbus 2001 soared through the sky and halted at their waists at the right height for them to climb onto.
"I borrowed this off of Pergrine Derrick. One of the beaters. I didn't want to use my broom in case it didn't make it." He waved his hands casually over the two sleek broomsticks. Hermione nervously positioned herself on to it and gripped the handle tightly. Draco slid on behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach, both hands resting right below her deformed bellybutton. Hermione immediately relaxed and leaned back into him. Draco kicked off gently and the broom steadily hovered higher and higher off the ground. "You can do it," he whispered encouragingly. He murmured instructions into her ear and to Hermione's immense shock, she found herself to be quite capable of manoeuvring the broomstick. The air stung at her face but she ignored it as they slowly and carefully made their way to the top of the mountain. There was a slope in it which Draco pointed to and he helped her point the broom handle towards it.
They landed softly and clambered off. Draco set the broomstick down and then conjured a thick green blanket for them to lie on. Hermione sighed in contentment as they both sat down, she sitting between Draco's legs and he was playing with her silky hair. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder.
"I can't believe this. Thank you so much, Draco. This has been the best day of my life."
"Best day of your life so far," he corrected and hugged her tighter to him, staring out at their lush surroundings. They felt peace, happiness, and warmth, just to be in each other's arms. But Hermione couldn't push out the nagging thought that she had been struggling with ever since she contemplated of it.
A/N: Well that was something different, wasn't it? I hoped you all enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! There will be a MAJOR plot twist in the next chapter so look out for it. It has something to do with Hermione's thoughts in the bathroom and with that little flashback. Can you guess what it is? And don't hit me if you do get it right! Plus, Draco and Hermione's relationship heats up and then (possibly) hits a snag.
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