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.

A/N: Hello all my lovely little British teacups! Are you guys happy that Draco and Hermione keeping the baby? Oh and thanks to Rachelx for reviewing chapter 17 3 times :) yea bebz!

Chapter Eighteen: U Got Nothin' On Me

Hermione couldn't help but smile dreamily at her daughter's room. Over the weekend Draco, with the help from the Gryffindor boys and even Blaise Zabini, had helped decorate and furnish Sunshine's nursery. The plush white carpet accented with the sugary yellow walls and the dark wooden oak furniture. Hermione had taken it upon herself to arrange all of the baby's toys around the room. In her crib were several fuzzy teddy bears that she had received at the baby shower along with a thick yellow blanket; Hermione wanted to stitch the baby's name on it after she was born. In the corner of a room was the old wooden rocking chair from Hermione's baby days that her mother had brought up to Hogwarts from home.

Kate had stayed with her daughter for three days under Dumbledore's permission to reconciliation with Hermione and catch up on her life. She had told Hermione that her own parents were actually accepting of Hermione having a baby, mainly because they hated Hermione's fathers family and would do anything to annoy them.

"Have you heard from him?" Hermione had asked one evening when she and her mother were sitting in the kitchen with steaming cups of hot chocolate.

"Not since I kicked him out, no," Kate replied, pursing her lips as she sipped her drink. "I hate the man. The only thing I love about our marriage is that I got a wonderful, beautiful daughter out of it. And now an even more wonderful beautiful granddaughter," Kate smiled dreamily at the very thought but then shuddered. "Ugh, I never imagined myself becoming a grandmother at 41."

Hermione laughed and laid her head on her mother's shoulder, glad that things were back to normal.

Well, as normal as thing were around Hogwarts.

Pansy Parkinson, on the other hand, had a different opinion. Furious when she found out that her darling Draco was having a filthy half blood with that jumped up mangy Mudblood, she thought that her rage would evaporate over the following months and that she would accept it. But more things kept coming into her path; Draco announcing that he actually loved her, living with her and wanting to be a father.

Pansy thought that she could be reasonable about this. But Pansy was not a person to be reasoned with. Draco cheating on her was inexcusable!

And yet she still loved him.

She told herself that it was lust- infatuation. But no, she now realized that it more than that. And she was afraid that her deep feelings for the blonde boy would never truly go away.

The solution was simple- make sure that they never did. She would be kidding herself if she loved a boy who didn't love her back. So she needed to get his eyes away from the bushy-haired Mudblood (how could he even get near her with that enormous stomach of hers anyway?) and make him fall back into her arms. She was skinny, she was pretty and she was popular. None of which Granger was.

At first, she tried pasting drawings of Hermione all over the school- Daphne, a girl in her dormitory was good at drawing and had bewitched them to move- they consisted of Granger with her stupid buck teeth (Pansy never realized that they were gone) and big bushy head and huge pregnant belly. The caption read, "I'M AN UGLY KNOCKED UP MUDBLOOD WHORE."

Pansy figured that she should've put a Permanent Sticking Charm on the back of them because they were gone within a day before half the school could see them. So she tried a new angle.

Punching Granger in the stomach before didn't make her miscarry- even though she prayed that it would have. She didn't feel like getting suspended again over an action that she thought was perfectly justifiable. She couldn't get near enough Granger to push her down some stairs but she was always surrounded by people- like a guard or something.

Lying in her four-poster in the Slytherin girl's dormitories, watching the Giant Squid float by past the window, she couldn't help but think that there would be something in a book to help her out. She wasn't a nerd or anything; she only went into the library as a last resort. To be honest, she wasn't sure exactly where it was located. Daphne would help her find it in any case.

What she needed was to concoct a plan- a plan to make Draco fall in love with her. It sounded simple but Pansy was quite thick (not that she would ever admit that).

When it came to her she was so shocked with herself for not thinking of it sooner that she clapped her hand hard to her forehead. Of course!

Love Potion!

The next day she grabbed Daphne by the arm and demanded to know where the library was. Daphne replied in the snottiest, bossiest voice Pansy had ever heard and said it was on the third floor and was she an idiot?

Pansy may not have been the brightest witch of her age (leave Granger to steal that from her as well) but she had a mean right hook. Which meant that by tomorrow morning, Daphne Greengrass would be sporting a beautiful black eye.

She asked Madam Pince for a book on potion recipes and was soon pouring over the heavy yellowed pages until she reached page 657: Amortentia, the strongest Love Potion in the world. Pansy read further on, her eyes gleaming with triumph. She failed to read the little quote by Hector Dagworth-Granger that clearly stated, "Powerful infatuations can be induced by the skillful potioneer, but never yet has anyone managed to create the truly unbreakable, eternal, unconditional attachment that alone can be called Love."

The ingredients were simple enough and could be found in the student store cupboard: Ashwinder eggs, rose thorns, peppermint, powdered moonstone… Pansy couldn't wipe that grin off of her face as she copied down the ingredients and instructions on how to make it. In a few hours time, Draco would be hers forever.

Because Pansy wasn't the fastest broom in the shed, she also failed to read the passage that explicitly stated that the effects would last for only 24 hours, unless the recipient was constantly drinking it, otherwise the effects would wear off.

By dinner that night, the potion was ready. She had spent most of the afternoon making it, even though she should've been studying for the upcoming Astronomy test. But what was more important: education or the man of her dreams?

Draco usually ate up in his room now- he was no longer accepted amongst the majority of Slytherins and he couldn't just exactly sit with the Gryffindors could he. So Pansy got the best shock of her life when she saw him sit down across from her at the table, next to Blaise Zabini. Theodore Nott raised his eyebrows at him but didn't say anything. Crabbe, who was sitting on the other side of Draco, stared at him stupidly.

"Hi Draco," Goyle murmured in his low grunt. Draco merely inclined his head to show that he had been listening.

"Decided to join us lowlifes again have you?" Blaise asked in a scathing tone. Again Draco didn't not speak. Instead, he piled mashed potato onto his plate and began eating it, frowning slightly. A week ago they had been cool; Blaise had even offered his congratulations on the baby. Coming from Blaise, that meant a lot to Draco.

"Where's the Mudblood?" Theodore couldn't resist. Draco glared up at him.

"In bed, not that it's any of your business."

"Why are you down here then?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "I have a right to be here ok. God, leave me alone."

Blaise and Theodore gave each other significant glances before going back to their own food. Pansy was debating on whether she should slip the potion into his pumpkin juice now or later when there were less people around. Luckily there was a disturbance at the Hufflepuff table; a sixth year had just been turned into a bright red parrot by her friend who was howling with mirth. As Sprout marched over to fix the situation and every head in the Hall was watching the commotion, Pansy took the glass vial out of her robes and poured it into Draco's goblet.

As soon as the girl reappeared and her feathers fell off; she joined in with the laughter. For once, Pansy didn't laugh at someone else's misfortune. She was too busy smirking at her own cleverness.

She watched eagerly as Draco picked up the goblet to his lips. Any second now…Draco put down the cup and went back to this food.

Huh?

Maybe he needed to make eye contact with her?

"Draco," she cooed in a sickengly sweet voice.

"What?" He said grumpily, glaring at her. She expected his cold eyes to immediately soften when his gray eyes met her blue ones. But his expression didn't change. Ok, she was seriously worried now.

"Um…" She didn't know what to say. She was positive that she brewed the potion correctly. She double checked! Nothing could possibly have gone wrong.

"God Pansy, I never realized how beautiful you were," she heard a low grunt say. Eyes widening in utter terror, she saw Crabbe gazing at her with what couldn't be mistaken as lust. Pansy glanced down at the table and saw that Draco's goblet and Crabbe's goblet were right next to each other. She put the potion in the wrong drink!

"I love you!"

Pansy wanted to die. Theodore, Draco, Goyle and Blaise were all staring at Crabbe in shock.

"Please Pansy, say you'll have me! Say you will! Love me forever darling! Three words, eight letters, say it and I'm yours."

Pansy didn't die at his words, but she did fall off her chair in shock.

She took off running for her dormitory, Crabbe right on her heels.

It was a good thing that the potion would only last for 24 hours then.

"Well, you don't see that everyday," Theodore commented lightly as he helped himself to some treacle tart. Blaise looked thoughtfully up at the enchanted ceiling.

"I didn't know Crabbe could talk."

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Next morning everyone in the school had heard the story of how Crabbe had finally cornered Pansy hiding in an unused dungeon and had kissed her for so long that she blacked out. Ron and Harry were sniggering at Seamus over breakfast as he told the story with such enthusiasm that Hermione was sure that he would burst.

"He was obviously under the influence of a Love Potion," Hermione said matter-of-factly as she spread marmalade on her toast.

"Pansy Parkinson can't even levitate a simple object," Ron commented thickly through his mouthful of bacon. "How would she manage to produce a Love Potion?"

"And why would she use it on Crabbe?"

"It wasn't meant to be used on Crabbe," a drawling voice made them look out. Draco sat down next to Hermione. "It was meant for me."

Hermione stared at him in shock as Ron sprayed everyone with pumpkin juice. "What?"

"Astoria Greengrass informed me that she overheard Pansy talking to Millicent Bulstrode about how I would be hers in just a few hours time. She figured that it must be a Love Potion. She didn't warn me though, she thought that it would be funny to see me act a fool of myself."

Ron was still banging his fists on the table, shaking in silent laughter.

Hermione shook her head, smiling. "Some people never learn."

"So what are you guys naming the baby?" Angelina Johnson asked next to Ron conversationally.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders lightly. "I want to see her before I decide on a name."

"It can't be something common. I mean, look at our names," Draco piped in. Angelina nodded her head.

"True. You don't hear Hermione and Draco everyday do you?"

"I want to give her a Latin name," Draco said shyly. "My name is Dragon in Latin and I always found Latin to be well…sort of fascinating."

Hermione gaped at him as though she was seeing him for the first time. "I find Latin to be fascinating!"

"No kidding," Draco grumbled, thinking about the many nights Hermione had laid in bed translating Latin and Old English words into a notebook- she said it was a sort of hobby of hers. Despite being interested in Latin, Draco thought that she was crazy.

That night, Draco lay in bed waiting Hermione to get out of the bathroom. He liked this time of night when he could just curl up in bed with Hermione- he felt safe, comforted.

Hermione stepped out of the bathroom moaning, massaging the small of her back. She climbed into bed and pulled the covers over her.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, stifling a yawn.

"My back is killing me."

Draco smiled sympathetically and pulled her towards him, rubbing her back and stroking her soft hair.

"You know what I think we should name the baby?" Draco asked softly. "Araceli. It means beautiful altar."

Hermione smiled gently. "That sounds wonderful. I like the name Khloe, along with Adriana and Cadence. Cadence for a middle name."

"I like Mira. If she has blonde hair, we should call her Mira."

"Mira's pretty. I like that."

Hermione smiled as Sunshine kicked. "I can't wait for her to be born."

"Me too," Draco smiled at the thought. "I can't wait to hold her. I hope she looks like you."

"Mmm, me too." Draco mock-gasped and tugged her hair lightly.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"I take offence to that!"

Hermione giggled and rolled her eyes. "Will this make up for it?" She kissed him lightly on the lips.

"No, but this will," Draco said playfully as he ran his tongue over her lips and gave her such a mind blowing kiss that it left her head spinning.

"Goodnight Draco," Hermione settled down into the warm bed, her head resting on her boyfriend's chest.

"Goodnight Hermione. Sleep tight."

A/N: This was just a filler chapter. I'm running out of ideas people. SOMEONE GIVE ME IDEAS FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER! Still another six weeks before the baby is born.

I'm such a wonderful person. Here's what were gonna do. I'm gonna let YOU choose the baby names! Yay! Choose a first and a middle name for baby girl Malfoy from the following in your reviews:

Araceli

Adriana

Cadence

Gracelyn

Khloe

Mira

If you can think of any more names, tell me!

The name with the most votes will be the first name, the name with the second most votes with be the middle.

GO!