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 Fourteen: Come on Love, Draw your Swords
~I'm singing songs about the future
Wondering where you are
I could call you on the telephone
But do I really want to know?
You're making love now to the lady down the road
No I don't, I don't want to know~
Angus & Julia Stone: Santa Monica Dream
"Where were you yesterday?" Ginny Weasley asked Hermione as soon as she entered the Gryffindor common room. Hermione smiled mysteriously to herself. She didn't want to share with anyone what had gone on between her and Draco the day before as it would seem much less magical if anyone else knew their secret. So Hermione just gave Ginny a reassuring pat on the shoulder and wandered over to the armchairs by the fire where Harry and Ron were sitting, playing chess. Harry was losing spectacularly to Ron, who had his 'game face' on- meaning furrowed brows.
"Oh, nowhere. Draco and I just wanted to be by ourselves for a little while."
Ginny smirked and raised her eyebrows. "And just what exactly were you two doing?"
Hermione realized what she meant and quickly slapped her friend. "Nothing! We were just...talking."
"Yes, of course. Talking. Right."
"We were!" Hermione pressed as she lowered herself next to Harry, who was biting his lip as he was trying to figure out his next move.
"Don't talk to me, 'Mione. I need to concentrate."
"Talk to him, 'Mione," Ron said as he watched his own knight slash Harry's bishop. He punched the air while Harry groaned and put his head into his hands.
There was a knock at the entranceway to the Common Room and the foursome knew immediately that it was Draco.
"Ginny, could you be a dear and go open the portrait-hole for Draco?" Hermione asked in a honey-sweet voice. Ginny frowned and looked over Ron's shoulder to see what his next move would be and shook her head at Hermione. Hermione smiled and pointed to her stomach, saying silently that she wouldn't be able to get up. Ginny rolled her eyes and huffed.
Draco stepped through the portrait-hole looking as though he had just stepped out of a 1940's movie. He was dressed so wonderfully that Hermione couldn't take her eyes off of him.
"Hi, darling." He beamed and crossed the threshold. He stepped over Ron and Harry's chessboard, the both of them howling in anger as his foot 'accidentally' knocked over Harry's King, who shook his tiny fist up at Draco fiercely.
Draco crouched down next to Hermione and pressed his lips against hers, knowing that Ron would be glaring at the both of them. When they broke apart, Hermione's face was crimson- she always found it embarrassing to kiss in public, especially in front of her friends. Especially in front of Ron.
"Malfoy, you can't be in here. This is the Gryffindor common room," Ron sneered as he repaired all the chess pieces for a new game. "You're in Slytherin, remember?"
"Well, I'm not exactly welcome there anymore," Draco retorted coldly, earning sympathetic glares from Hermione and Ginny. Ron huffed and made his first move which Harry, much to his delight, easily overturned. Ron groaned as Harry cheered loudly, earning a look of disapproval from Hermione.
"Oh God," she moaned and clutched at her stomach. Immediately, Draco, Ron, Harry and Ginny were kneeling next to her.
"What's wrong? Is it the baby? Oh my gosh are you going into labour?" Harry asked as Ginny rubbed her back, concerned. To everyone's amusement, Harry started jumping up and down on the spot. "Oh good Lord what do we do? What if you die? I'm not prepared for this! I'm too young for this!"
"Harry, please calm down," Hermione managed to say between her giggles. "I'm fine, the baby's fine. She just kicked my bladder really hard and I will explode if I don't get to a bathroom soon."
Harry looked so relieved that Hermione patted his hand reassuringly. "Calm down Mr. Potter or else Madam Promfrey will have my neck."
Harry grinned sheepishly and sat back down. He pulled Ginny into his lap and started to run his fingers threw her hair. Ginny smiled and leaned back, her head on his shoulder.
As soon as Hermione was gone, Draco turned to the three others. "Guys, I need your help."
Ron gave Draco a sceptical glare. "The majestic Draco Malfoy asking us, the lowly Gryffindors for help?" He mock-gasped, clutching his heart dramatically. Malfoy fingered his wand threateningly but Ron didn't back down.
"Cut it out you two," Harry said sharply, sick of the constant arguments that Malfoy and Ron picked whenever they could manage. To his surprise, Malfoy threw him a slightly grateful (reluctant) half smile. Harry returned the look. "What do you need help with?"
"Ok, yesterday I took Hermione to some really special places which none of you need to know about. And while we were there, I sort of realized that I'm more than just infatuated with her. I finally, truely know what love is. But I want her to realize that I don't just love her because of the baby- I love her because she changed me for the better. So...I need you guys to help me. Weasley," he suddenly spat. "How far have you gone with a girl?"
Ron's reply was to stutter and gape at him with his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Draco smirked.
"Figures. Potter, what about you?"
Harry glanced at Ginny in his lap, who was frowning up at him and gave Draco a condescending smile. "Same as Ron."
Draco's smirk widened. "Double figures. I would've expected more from famous Harry Potter."
Ginny smiled and kissed Harry's reddening cheeks.
"Ok, so you both inexperienced with women. Triple figures. Perhaps Longbottom would be a bit more help..." Draco trailed off wistfully sarcastic, looking around the common room for said Gryffindor.
"Wait," Ginny had suddenly put two and two together. "Do you want to go...all the way with Hermione?"
Ron looked up, fury written all over his face. "You can't do that too her! She's too innocent!"
Draco snorted and rolled his eyes. "I've already done it to her, remember Weasley? She's having my baby."
Ron didn't need to be reminded but knew that if he opened his mouth then the both of them would wind up in Hospital Wing, or worse in detention. McGonagall always knew what was going on in Gryffindor Tower. He was surprised that she wasn't already storming in shouting at Draco to get out.
"So you want to have sex with Hermione?" Harry asked bluntly, eyebrows raised. "I'm pretty sure you've already had sex with her so what the hell are you worried for?"
Draco so dearly wanted to punch Potter right on the mouth but resisted. Hermione wouldn't be too happy with him if he carried out the action. "Not that it's any of your business Potter, but because you and Weasel and Weaselette like sticking your noses everywhere which way you turn, I might as well tell you. The night that Hermione and I consummated the physical act of love, I was drunk and horny and was in need of a good fuck. Your friend was there and I was so intoxicated that I didn't give two shit that she was a Mudblood. In fact, I would've fucked you Weasley if I knew it would make me feel good."
Ron raised his fist to punch Draco but Harry grabbed his arm and he relaxed somewhat. "Calm down Weasel, God you'd think that no one can take sarcasm around here!" He glared at the dumbass Ranga and then turned back to Harry and Ginny, who were listening intently.
"So I won't go into the gory details, but afterwards I felt different...I saw everything in a different light. I didn't realize that at first but gradually I did. I've had sex with many different ladies but Hermione was special. Maybe because my standards have always been too high and she reached them...I just didn't know it. Maybe because I took a risk and accepted that I did. I don't know. All I know is that I love Hermione and I'm happy that she's having my baby. Any other girl, I would've run for the hills. But I...I think that I've been in love with Hermione since the day I first met her. But I was taught to fear and loathe Mudbloods so I pushed aside my feelings for her and ignored that the fact that for the first time in my life I felt something below my neck. And realized that true hate really does form into true love."
As Harry, Ron and Ginny tried to soak in his words, they realized that Draco was a teenager with the same problems as them- he had feelings, even though he rarely showed them. He had his flaws and insecurities and though it was hard to believe- he showed that he could love and care about someone other than himself."
"I want this time to mean something. I don't want Hermione to feel used, because I'm sure she felt that way last time. I want her to feel special and realize that I really, really do love her. But I don't know if she would want to have sex with me because of her body. I know she feels insecure about the weight and the stretch marks but that's all illogical to me- all I see is my child growing inside the woman I love- and that's all that really matters."
Harry looked at Ron's tormented face. He wasn't sure if Ron would ever be able to get over Hermione because he sure as hell knew that that wouldn't be happening anytime soon. Ron loved Hermione more than anything and just because she chose Malfoy over him didn't mean that his feelings towards her would ever change. He couldn't let Ron down.
"Malfoy, I'm sorry but you're on your own for this one. Figure it out yourself."
Draco nodded his head, a tight smile playing across his pointed face. "You're a good friend Potter. You know that right?"
Ginny smiled and rested her head on Harry's shoulder.
"Yeah. He is." Ron said softly, staring down at the ground. Draco got up and walked out of the portrait hole. Just then Hermione walked back into the room.
"So, what did I miss?"
xox
Hermione stared down at the letter in hands in utter shock and disbelief. She couldn't believe what she was reading. She couldn't believe that this was real.
Dear Miss Granger
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at the prestigious Miss Maggie's Institute for Talented Witches this autumn. As you may be aware, every year we offer a place to two sixth-grade witches from around the world and your Head of House has informed us of your promising aptitude and flair. We would be honoured for you to join us for a semester as an exchange student on scholarship while we send two of our best students to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, your current school. Please know that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. We hope that you take it.
Sincerely,
Maggie Mckoyington
Headmistress of Miss Maggie's Institute for Talented Witches
As she read the letter over and over, trying to let the information sink in, she knew that in the back of her mind that she wouldn't be able to go. Tears started to form and she let them fall. She had wanted to go to Miss Maggie's Institute for Talented Witches ever since she read about the school in third year. It was located somewhere in the United States of America and was THE school to go to. Hermione wanted so dearly to apply for it but it cost far too much and she knew her parents would never let her live in another country.
But it was another story if you were offered a scholarship there. And she had been. She had worked hard for this, making sure her grades were impeccable so that she could live her dream.
And her dream was coming true. But there was one little obstacle that was in her way.
The baby.
She sighed and placed a hand on her stomach. She loved this baby more than anything in the world but that didn't mean that she wanted her life to be ruined. When she first found out she was pregnant, she didn't even consider abortion. How could she kill her child, despite that it was Malfoy's spawn? So she knew that the only choice would be adoption.
But then Malfoy had stepped up and he had gone from the terrible, cruel Slytherin who taunted her and called her 'Mudblood' on a daily basis and he had gone to Draco, the loving, caring young man who showed his fears, no matter how reluctantly, and made Hermione feel loved for the first time in her life.
And Hermione loved him back, she truly did. She felt so blessed to have such a wonderful person in her life, despite the fact that she loathed his guts just over a year ago. But as the older they got, the more she started to notice things about him, other than his horrible personality. She wondered what it would feel like to run her fingers through his white-blonde hair and wondered how she would feel if he pierced her with his steel gray eyes. She wondered how the taut muscles on his arms would feel and she wondered why the hell she was thinking all these things about Draco Malfoy of all people.
And she would love him forever. Not just because she was having his baby but because he was the first person to tell her that she was beautiful and she believed it. Sure, Viktor Krum had told her the same thing but she just brushed him off, not even considering that he was telling the truth. But when Draco said it, she accepted it and had faith in it. He made her feel beautiful. He made her push the doubt she felt about herself aside. He stepped inside her heart and she was startled to discover what three simple words could do to her spirit and mind.
But deep down, she was scared. She was terrified that as soon as she had the baby he would take off, not being able to handle the major responsibility that came with raising a baby. Her baby already didn't have any grandparents. She needed a father and a mother the only way that she was going to get that, Hermione felt, was if she gave her up.
It ached. It tugged at her heartstrings in a way that she couldn't imagine. But as the more days passed, the more she was sure that this wasn't what she wanted. She had always wanted to be a mother, but she didn't want to be at school to become one. She knew that Professor Dumbledore was helping her as was Professor McGonagall to make the situation as simple as possible. but it wasn't enough. She wanted to be the hands-on mother who was with her child 24/7. But living at school with no one except Draco to help wasn't going to make anything easier. What would she do with the baby when she was in classes. Malfoy suggested house-elves. After all, he was practically raised by them. But Hermione knew that house-elves deserved rights and she couldn't expect them to do all the hard work for her.
Hermione's grades were suffering also. She had never gotten below 100% in her life, besides in Flying in first year but that didn't count. Her grades were perfect but she just couldn't study anymore. This pregnancy was taking a toll on her health and her schooling. She cared about her grades more than anything and would absolutely drown in sorrow if she received one more ghastly mark. If it was hard to study while she was pregnant, how the hell would she manage with a baby?
And if she gave the baby up for adoption, she could go to Miss Maggie's.
Going to this school would do wonders for her for when she was applying for a position at the Ministry of Magic. And having a secure job was the most important thing.
Wasn't it?
xox
Ginny stretched her entire body out as far as it went, groaning in relief as her sore muscles eased up on her. She was suddenly brought out of her haven when she felt a sharp kick to her ribs.
"Ouch," she hissed sitting up in pain. "That hurt, Hermione."
"Ok, so you're skinny and flexible. We don't need you to show it off," Hermione grumbled, annoyed as anything. Ginny rolled her eyes and laid back down. Hermione's hormones had taken a toll for the worse this past week. And the best thing to do was to ignore it.
The early March air smelled clean and fresh. The forget-me-not blue sky sparkled through the wisps of white clouds and the sunlight blazed through, washing everything in warmth and comfort. It was Hermione's favourite time of year but she couldn't enjoy it because her ankles were so swollen it made her struggle to walk. It was too uncomfortable to sit up unless she had something supporting her back and it was too uncomfortable to lie down because the weight from her stomach made her back hurt like hell.
"I hate being pregnant," Hermione mumbled, closing her eyes tightly at her throbbing back. Ginny sighed.
"You've already said that at least seven times in the past half hour. Shut up Hermione or go back inside."
Hermione glared at the redhead lying across from her. She didn't want to do that because she was working up the courage to tell Ginny about Miss Maggie's and then her plan for putting the baby up for adoption. She already knew what Ginny's reaction would be and she knew that she wouldn't like it.
So she just closed her eyes again and tried to ignore the small kicks under her skin.
xox
"Are you sure you want to do this Miss Granger?" Madam Promfrey eyed the pregnant teenager like an eagle eyeing its prey as Hermione stood before her, hands on her hips and defiant.
"Positive," she replied back, her voice hard and cold.
Madam Promfrey raised an eyebrow and turned back to the filing cabinets. "If you're sure then I'll have to call a representative from St. Mungo's to come in and talk to you about this. They can help you decide on a family- wizard or Muggle- to adopt the baby and-"
"I don't want to choose a family. I don't care if it's wizard or Muggle. I just want this over with."
"What type of adoption are you leaning towards?"
"Closed." Hermione didn't even hesitate. She had her mind made up. And once her mind was made up, nothing would be able to make her change it.
Madam Promfrey gave her a piercing stare and wondered what on earth had made Hermione decide on a closed adoption. When Hermione had found out that she was having a girl, the matron had recognized a look of pure joy and happiness- there was nothing else to describe it. Something drastic had to have happened to change the mind of Hermione Granger.
"I'll floo you to St. Mungo's tomorrow to arrange your birthing plans. You know that if you have a closed adoption, you won't be able to see the baby after she is born. You won't even be able to hold her."
Hermione's throat closed at the thought of never seeing her daughter but she knew that this had to be done.
"I know. But it's what I want."
xox
It was easy telling Draco that she wouldn't be around all day. It was Saturday and it was the day that she would go to St. Mungo's to organize pretty much everything that needed to be done. A part of her was dreading her but the rest of her was eager to get it over and done with. She had told him that she would be spending the morning in the library with Harry, Ron doing the essay for Snape due on Tuesday. Draco had already completed his and told her that he would be reconciling with Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise in Hogsmeade.
And now she was standing in Madam Promfrey's office near the fireplace, waiting for the nurse to return with the Floo Powder. She was feeling a bit queasy about this- Apparition was one thing but travelling by floo was another.
Five minutes later, she was standing on the third floor of St. Mungo's hospital- the birthing suite was just around the corner but Hermione was covered in soot and didn't want to make a bad first impression. Luckily she knew that spell to get it off her but the baby was kicking like crazy; she clearly had not enjoyed the 'ride'. Hermione didn't enjoy it either.
"Miss Granger?" She heard a soft voice behind her. She spun around and saw a short, stout witch rushing towards her dressed in robes of soft mauve.
"Yes?"
"I am nurse Lauren. Madam Promfrey owled me yesterday explaining your situation to me. Please step through to my office." Nurse Lauren pointed to the ajar door behind her. Hermione followed through, her throat thick with fear.
She took a seat across the desk from her as the nurse startled down in her chair. "Ok, Miss Granger. First of all how old are you and how far along are you?"
"Fifteen and almost seven months."
"What is the reason for you choosing adoption?"
"I'm choosing it because um..." She couldn't really very well voice the reasons why she wanted to give the baby up for adoption. She didn't trust strangers. "I guess you could say it was unexpected."
"I need the name of the father and is he involved or not?"
"Um, his name is Draco Malfoy and yes, he is involved."
The nurse didn't hear the last part because she had started at the name Malfoy. She recovered herself but couldn't hold her curiosity back.
"Not-not Lucius Malfoy's son?" She asked, not wanting to invade on personal privacy but dying to know. Lucius Malfoy's teenage son was to be a father?
"The very same," Hermione said curtly, avoiding the lady's cold gaze. Nurse Lauren wrote down Draco's name on the piece of paper.
"Would you like your baby to be adopted by a wizard family or a muggle family."
"I-..." Hermione hadn't really cared before but she was suddenly reminded of Draco's vicious Muggle-hating father. "I think that a Muggle family would be safer." It was true, if word got out that Mr. Malfoy's granddaughter had been adopted by a wizard family then he was bound to go after them and put an end to the traitor who had tainted the precious Malfoy bloodline. If she was adopted by Muggles then it was unlikely that he would find out.
Nurse Lauren nodded her head and didn't say anything but she knew that the middle-aged woman was bursting at the seams to ask the reason why. Well, she and every other damn person can mind their own bloody business, Hermione thought bitterly not even mentally scolding herself for swearing. She had never said the F word before she got pregnant...another aspect that the baby was changing about her...turning her into a person with a horrible mouth that needed to be washed out.
"Are there any questions?" Nurse Lauren snapped Hermione out of her reverie.
"Yes, will I need the father's permission?"
"You previously stated that he is involved so unless you have legal papers stating that he cannot be a part of the decision then you are going to need his signature."
Hermione let out a heavy sigh. She hadn't even voiced out loud about the adoption plans. She had no idea how Draco would react. A part of her hoped that he would be relieved that he wouldn't have to grow up too fast- he might even have his inheritance back- but then again, he could be completely against it.
"Ok," Hermione stood up and shook the woman's hand. "Thank you very much for your help."
Nurse Lauren smiled curtly and handed Hermione the forms that she needed to fill out.
"Your welcome, goodbye."
Hermione walked out of the office in a daze. She couldn't believe that she was actually considering this. It was crazy. But she knew it had to be done.
There were two main reasons why she was doing this. The first reason was because she was afraid that Draco would leave her. The second was because she wanted her parents back more than anything in the world. She knew that the only way they would even consider speaking to her ever again was if the baby was out of the picture. It was a sacrifice she was willing to make. It killed her but what else could she do?
xox
"Flight of fancy," Hermione declared the ridiculous new password to enter the home of herself and Draco's.
"And to you too, my dear!" One of the witches in the painting trilled in a high voice like a birds. Giggling maddeningly, the two witches curtsied and the portrait door swung open.
Taking off her jacket and throwing over the back of the lounge, Hermione walked into the kitchen, grabbed an apple, polished it on her shirt and heaved herself up onto the island. She didn't know why they had a kitchen when they could easily have dinner downstairs in the Great Hall. But she was hungry all the time so she didn't really care.
Lying next to her was a folded piece of parchment. Picking it up, she unwrapped it and eyed the cursive handwriting.
On the blue moon of the sixth month in 2000 years time you will find the key hidden at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower. Bring raspberry pie! Ok, just kidding. I'm no good at riddles so just meet me in the bedroom ok?
Hermione had to admit she loved Draco's weird sense of humour but she wasn't in the mood for it at the current moment. The forms were hidden deep in her bag but she didn't feel like showing them to Draco. She didn't want to deal with any drama. Draco was waiting for her so she set the apple down and shuffled her way to their bedroom.
Hermione wasn't usually one for gasping and acting girly but that's exactly what she did when she saw the dimmed golden lights, dozens of lit candles and rose petals scattered on the bed. Best of all was Draco who was lying shirtless on the bed with his hand behind his head and a rose between his teeth.
"Hello, darlin'," he said in a flamboyant accent.
"Hi?" She questioned, stepping into the room. "What are you- Oh my God!" She suddenly gasped, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. "Please don't tell me that you're gonna propose!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm not Weasley, Hermione. Calm down."
"Then...what's going on?"
Draco took the rose out of his mouth so that he could talk properly. "I think you know what's going on?" He said in a slow drawl. Hermione wrinkled her forehead.
"What's with the ridiculous accent?" She asked, trying to get his mind off the subject at matter. She knew exactly what was going on but she didn't have the confidence to say it out loud.
"Hard to say, it just comes naturally. But that's not what's important. Pants off Granger."
Hermione backed into the door, a small gasp hitched in her throat.
"I don't think so mister!"
Draco slapped his hand down on the bed in mock frustration. "Oh, c'mon Hermione! I want it and I know you want it. Make me a happy man tonight."
"Draco, I'm not having sex with you! That is never going to happen."
Draco smirked and gestured to her rounded stomach. "I'm pretty sure it already has."
Hermione self-consciously ran her palm down her stomach, a habit Draco noticed that she did whenever she was nervous about something. He suddenly felt bad; he didn't want to pressure Hermione into doing anything that she was uncomfortable with but he figured that they were further enough in their relationship to 'home run' it. After all, they were already having a baby so they didn't have to worry about using protection or anything.
"I don't know Draco," Hermione said softly, biting her bottom lip in a manner that made Draco want to jump all over her. "I don't want you to see me."
Draco smiled softly, understanding why she was so scared. "It's alright, Hermione. There's nothing to be afraid of. You're having my baby. You're perfect. There's nothing to be ashamed of..." He broke off when he noticed the tears running down her face.
"I can't believe that you would lie to me!" She wailed dramatically, sending Draco sitting up in a fit of panic. "I'm so fat! I look like a baby killer whale! I have a double chin and my fingers are swollen and my stomach is huge and my legs are so fleshy! I used to be a good size but now-now...!"
"Um...?" Draco didn't really know how to deal with emotional women so he just sat back on his heels and waited for her to stop. Getting slightly impatient when she didn't cease the waterworks after thirty seconds, he cut her off. "Hermione!" He said loudly. "You're not fat! Ok! You're pregnant, there's a difference. You are...glowing in all the right places. I honestly think that you're beautiful, the most stunning woman that I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. I love you, Hermione. More than anything."
His little speech had made much of a difference because suddenly the tears had stopped and her face was lit with that big beautiful grin that he adored and so often admired. "You really mean it?"
He nodded his head, trying not to laugh at how quickly her emotions changed. "Of course I do. Now do I have to ask again?"
Taking a deep breath, Hermione started to unbutton her skinny black denim jeans. Out of the blue, Draco's heart starting pounding painfully fast. His mind rushed with a million different thoughts as he watched Hermione slowly dug off her sugary yellow 3/4 sleeved flowy shirt. And then she was just standing there, hands shaking slightly, in nothing but her red lace bra, her stomach protruding several inches over her matching panties. Draco's eyes travelled hungrily down her body, stopping to gape at her stomach. He gave her a small smile and then it was his turn; he unbuckled his belt and slid out of his jeans awfully fast, completely naked. Hermione took a few steps towards the bed, never taking her eyes off of him. His body was even better than she could have ever imagined it. He inched his way off the bed and stood above her. She took a step forward, closing the space between them. Skin to skin, her stomach resting on his abs, his hands fumbling for her bra strap. They never took their eyes off each as he leaned down to cup her face gently in his.
Thrilling. There was no other words to describe the kiss. Hermione slowly stepped out of her underwear, feeling more prepared for this than anything. This was what she wanted. To be as close as she could to Draco before he left her. She barely remembered that drunken night of stolen kisses and fumbling hands. He was rough and he had hurt her, he had touched her everywhere; inside and out. And now nearly seven months later they were in the same position but this time they were ready. Hermione pressed herself tighter against him, both feeling a little scared. This kiss deepened and Draco slid his hands down her bare back, a shiver of good tingles running down her spine.
He was hard, she was wet. There was nothing else to wait for.
"I can't," Draco whispered through Hermione's soft moans. "I can't hurt the baby, can I?"
Hermione smiled, touched at his gentleness. She tried to push thoughts of the adoption out of her mind to concentration on savouring this moment with Draco.
"She's going to be fine, don't worry." Hermione managed a slight smile as Draco's hand caressed the side of her stomach, his other resting on the base of her skull. He trailed a line of kisses down her neck and she grabbed his hair, still damp from his shower.
'This is it. There's no turning back,' Hermione thought as Draco steered her backwards onto the bed. As she felt flutters in her stomach- she didn't know if it was butterflies or the babies kicks or maybe both- she had time to wonder if she was really ready for this but it was happening- here, in the moment. It was happening and she was never turning back.
A/N: That's all folks. Sorry for the long wait. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review! Less than three y'all