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.

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Chapter Nineteen: Mistakes Were Made and Forgiven

A little halfway over May and Hermione was more than ready to have this freaking kid.

Preparing for OWLs at eight months was uncomfortable, especially with her concentration tampered. She watched her fellow classmates scribble down notes from Achievements in Charming and memorize nasty Potion ingredients. Even Ron was able to sit down quietly and study without complaint.

Monday morning was the first examination, Theory of Charms. As this was easily Hermione's best subject, she knew that she would pass with flying colours- but that didn't stop her from panicking the night before, sitting up to three am rechecking to see if she was getting the exact answer.

When she finally went to bed feeling that if she didn't know it now then she would never know it, she found Draco snoring gently, obviously completely untroubled about the upcoming exams.

Hermione didn't fall asleep until the crack of dawn.

Breakfast was a subdue affair. Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, Neville, Lavender, Pavarti and Hermione sat together in a tightknit group, barely touching their food. Hermione forced herself to eat a couple of bites of her toast. Neville was pressing his lips together so hard they were turning white, Ron was waving his wand around muttering charms under his breath, Harry had his head on the table clutching at his hair, Dean and Seamus were reciting on the charms that they had learnt over the past year and Lavender and Pavarti were trying to calm each other down to no success.

At 9:30 the fifth years were called back into the Great Hall. Hermione's knees were shaking. Draco whispered, "Good luck," in her ear before seating himself at the very back. Hermione sat down in the middle between Justin Finch-Fletchley and Michael Corner, her heart thumping painfully. Professor McGonagall announced that they could begin.

Hermione flipped over her test paper and started scribbling away- the first question was remarkably easy and brought back great memories for her.

Two hours later, feeling much more relaxed; Hermione joined the rest of her year group outside in the Entrance Hall, everyone discussing their test.

"I found that to be quite enjoyable," Hermione said to Harry and Ron who both raised their eyebrows in shock.

"Hermione I know you love school and studying and whatnot," Harry began seriously, "but this was a two-hour examination. And you're saying you actually…enjoyed it?"

Hermione frowned up at them.

"Do you want to live to see my baby?"

Harry shrugged.

"I do Miss Granger," Ron said in such a pompous manner that Hermione had to laugh, forcefully reminded of Percy, Ron's estranged elder brother.

The rest of the day past by painfully slow- after lunch they had their practical examinations. Hermione felt sick to her stomach as she walked in. The examiners raised their eyebrows at her but didn't say anything when they saw her stomach protruding under her oversized gray Hogwarts sweater and robes.

"Hello Miss Granger," a dithery old man gave her a toothless smile. "If you could take this toad and perform a Colour Change on it."

Hermione smiled, raised her window and muttered the charm- immediately the fat toad turned a poisonous shade of orange. It continued as such- she performed a Growth Charm, made her goblet perform cartwheels and used the Levitation Spell. Despite the cold misjudging they had before of her, they were all very impressed by what she was able to achieve.

Transfiguration wasn't too bad. The written was on Switching Spells (which Hermione could do in her sleep) and the practical was Vanishing Spells. Hermione felt she did reasonably well in Herbology and her Ancient Runes test was a cinch- until she messed up "ehwaz" with "eihwaz." Furious at herself for losing a mark, Hermione spent the entire weekend studying for Potions.

Potions was difficult but Hermione managed to write down everything she knew in the time required- she knew that she would get full marks for the written. Her practical couldn't have been more perfect.

Defense Against the Dark Arts consisted of Counter-jinxes and Defensive Spells and a Boggart-Banishing Spell. Hermione had flinched when her boggart of Professor McGonagall telling her she had failed everything came up- she took so long to stutter the counter-charm "Ridikulous" that she was positive she lost quite a few marks. To make up for it, she stayed up to four am that next morning preparing for Astronomy- their practical was at midnight so she had plenty of time. She wasn't too fussed about Care of Magical Creatures- she was dropping it anyway. But if there was any exam Hermione was sure she got 100% on, it was Arithmancy.

History of Magic was the last exam and by far the hardest. Hermione had difficulty remembering the Formation of the International Confederation of Wizards and explain why the Warlocks of Liechtenstein refused to join and was getting slightly annoyed at Sunshine's constant kicking.

At last, after the most strained two weeks of Hermione's life, it was all over. They had to wait till July to receive their results. But Hermione had more pressing matters to worry about before that time- like the birth of her first child.

The days were going by unbelievably fast. One day it was May 3rd and she still had a month to go and then it was May 17th and there was only two weeks left.

Draco had their whole house baby-proofed. All the outlets were covered and the cabinets had locks (which Draco complained and struggled with). Draco had began his new job at Hogsmeade on weekends at The Magic Neep- the local greengrocers. The hours sucked but the pay was pretty good. Now that he was cut off from his father's bank account at Gringotts, he had opened up his own and put all his savings in there.

Hermione and Draco were still undecided on what to do over the summer when they were home for the holidays. Draco was sure that he couldn't return to Malfoy Manor and Hermione only had one spare bedroom- the baby's room. Kate had said that she would decorate Sunshine's room for them when they came home for the holidays every year.

"We'll think about it when the time comes," Hermione said to Draco soothingly when he expressed his concern about having nowhere to live when they weren't at Hogwarts. "My mum will be happy about letting you stay with us- it will help me out a lot too."

For the first time in the nearly sixteen years of his life, Draco was happy. He felt, for the first time in his life, love. It was palpable, the love he had for Hermione and Sunshine. It made his heart ache to not be able to see his mother- he loved her and missed her, more than ever. He needed her but knew that he would probably never be able to contact her again. Lucius Malfoy would make sure of that.

He often wondered how his mother was doing and if she was thinking of him as often as he thought of her. He wanted his mother to be able to share the joy he was feeling, wanted her to see how happy he was, wanted her to see him smiling a genuine smile. She had never seen that before and probably, Draco realized sadly, never would.

Hermione leant against the doorframe of Sunshine's room and surveyed it, a soft smile playing on her lips. She felt comforted, standing in her daughter's room knowing how happy she would be growing up in there.

"This is going to be your room soon, Sunshine," she whispered. She clicked off the light and continued to her room.

Hermione stopped going to classes and asked Draco to give her all her homework and write her brilliant notes so that she could study when he got back. He thought that she was crazy but didn't comment- there barely two weeks left and Hermione could go into labour any day now.

Everyone in the school knew about Hermione and Draco and knew that it would happen sometime soon. Harry, Ron and Ginny were especially excited. Ginny came to visit Hermione every afternoon. Hermione complained about her sore back and swollen feet and Ginny would offer sympathy and ideas for names as Hermione was still stumped on ideas. In return, Ginny would tell Hermione stories about her one-on-one Quidditch practices that she would do by herself back at the Burrow- nearly of them consisted of Ginny either being spotted by Muggles or flying so high that she could glide carelessly next to airplanes. Hermione didn't know whether to believe her about that.

Hermione had almost forgotten about the letter she had received from Miss Maggie's Institute for Talented Witches. OWLs and worrying about the baby's future had pushed it out of her mind. When she remembered it later, she merely shrugged and smiled. It would've been the opportunity of a lifetime but Hogwarts was her home- and how could she leave Sunshine for two months?

Every night Draco would come back with Hermione's homework to find her in the tub trying to soothe the muscle tension in her back. She realized to let him massage her- she said that she couldn't stand letting other people try to aid her in healing the pressure she felt on her spine.

On the night of June the 2nd, Hermione had laid in the bath for so long the water was stone cold and her skin was so wrinkled so looked like a grandma. She had reached the 40-week mark and was worried that she would be overdue. She had been feeling off all day and her back was absolutely killing her.

She struggled to heave herself out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy blue towel around herself. She changed into her pajamas and found Draco lying on the middle of the bed on top of the covers, fully clothed and snoring so loudly that he could've slept through a trainwreck.

She climbed into bed and tried to get into a comfortable position, but no matter how she arranged her body, she couldn't get contended and couldn't fall asleep.

After lying in bed for three hours staring up at the ceiling willing herself to fall asleep, she got out of bed and started pacing the floor, massaging her lower back. By 4:30 she was in the lounge room trying to read a book but her eyes started burning within ten minutes. She closed her eyes but did not expect to fall asleep.

Draco panicked when woke up the next morning to find himself still dressed in his uniform, stomach growling from hunger as he had missed dinner, and Hermione not lying next to him.

"Hermione?" He called out tentatively, thinking the worst. He got up and found Hermione lying on the lounge, an open book lying on her stomach, her mouth open so wide he was sure he could fit a Snitch into it.

He smirked at her position and went to make himself some breakfast. As he was buttering his toast he had someone faintly stir.

"Draco?" A tired voice called out.

He turned to see Hermione struggling to sit up, the book had fallen on the ground. He ran over to help her to her feet.

"Hungry, baby?" He asked kindly, pointing to kitchen. Hermione nodded and leaned against his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and led her to the cupboard where he got out some peanut butter and then some jam from the fridge- Hermione's favourite craving food. Hermione leaned her face into his back and wrapped her arms around his waist- he could feel Sunshine kicking his back and knew that if it was bothering him then it was definitely bothering Hermione.

"Please tell our kid to stop doing that," he said grumpily as he put the lid back on the raspberry jam. Hermione giggled.

"She doesn't listen to me."

Draco smiled and turned around. He bent down and put his face right up against Hermione's stomach.

"Hey Sunshine, please stop doing that, you're hurting your mother," he cooed in a soft voice that made Hermione laugh out loud.

"What's so funny?" He asked, straightening up. She shook her head, smiling.

"Nothing, I've just never heard you use such a girly voice before."

Draco paused, raising his eyes up to the ceiling. "And we're never doing that again."

Hermione suddenly winced.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked quickly as she leaned against the counter, breathing heavily.

"Nothing, I've just been feeling off all night. I'm really hungry, I'll feel better after I eat."

But even after Hermione had devoured both halves of her stomach, the pain still wasn't getting any better. A voice in the back of her head told her that this was contractions- she had already experienced 'practice' contractions so she figured she would know what it would happen.

As soon as she thought that, she felt a sharp pain the side of her stomach.

"Owwww!" She cried, clutching at it.

"Hermione?" Draco asked anxiously. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. If that was a contraction, then it was much worse than Braxton-Hicks.

"I think I just had a contraction," she said, breathing heavily through her nose. Draco's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

"For real this time?"

Hermione shrugged. "I think so. My due date is tomorrow, so I'm thinking that it's time."

Draco stood in shock, staring at her. One thought was racing through his mind; in a few hours, he could become a father. It was as though it was hitting him for the first time- so this was what freaking out felt like…

"I think we should go to the Hospital Wing," Hermione grunted as she tried to get to her feet.

"Yeah. Yeah. Hospital Wing. That sounds good."

"Can you get the bag I packed out of the bedroom? I'll meet you in the corridor," Hermione announced as she shuffled out through the portrait-hole. When Draco finally came back to his senses, found the bag and went outside, he found Hermione leaning against a wall, her breathing shallow and quick.

"Ok, I'm definitely cramping up now," she said when she saw him.

"Can you walk to the Hospital Wing?" He asked her nervously.

"Yes, I think so."

The walk was long and tedious. Hermione was breathing as though she was about to have an asthma attack. Draco couldn't blame her, although he as barely breathing at all.

Madam Promfrey was busy giving out a dose of PepperUp Potion to an unlucky red-headed third year- her fire looked as though it was caught on fire as steam came out of her ears.

"Madam Promfrey?" Draco asked quietly. The matron's eyes widened- she knew immediately what was up.

"Oh Hermione, I'll be with you in a moment. Just get into bed, dear."

Draco put the curtains around Hermione's bed to give her some privacy from the other patients who were all staring curiously at them. Madam Promfrey bustled around the screen and smiled at them.

"This might be it!" She announced to the two teenagers.

"Maybe," Hermione said, hands shaking from nerves.

"If you are indeed in labour, I will immediately send you both to St. Mungo's- you know who your Healer is I presume?" She added with her lips pursued.

"Of course," Hermione said breathlessly. "I'm positive that this is it- I'm having contractions."

"Has your water broken?"

"Not yet."

"Water?" Draco wrinkled his nose tastefully. "What's that?"

Madam Promfrey smirked. "Oh, you'll find out."

Five minutes later after Madam Promfrey had checked to make sure that this was in indeed the real thing and told Hermione that she was dilated a centimeter, she sent the two of them into her office to use Floo Powder.

"Women in their third trimester aren't supposed to travel by Floo Powder, by broom, or Apparate- especially not when they're in labour. But we have no other choice," Madam Promfrey said gravely as she handed Draco a flowerpot. "I would like you two to go together. Mr. Malfoy, hold on to Miss Granger as tight as you can and don't let her fall."

Draco and Hermione stepped into the fireplace. "Oh, Madam Promfrey," Hermione cried out before Draco could say their destination. "Can you please tell Harry and Ron what is happening."

Madam Promfrey nodded." I shall inform the Headmaster immediately. Oh, and Miss Granger? Good luck."

Hermione smiled at the matron who had helped her through so much during the last school year and grabbed tightly onto Draco as the flames turned green and he announced, "St. Mungo's."

They were spinning in a whirlwind, Hermione kept her eyes shut tight and her elbows tucked in, Draco holding her in a death grip.

It was lucky that they landed on their feet- Hermione stumbled a bit but Draco steadied her.

Another contraction hit her as they made their way up to the front desk. Hermione moaned softly as the tall dark-haired bespectacled witch sitting behind the desk ignored Draco when he rapped his knuckles on the desk trying to get her attention and continued to write what seemed like fan mail she was sending into Witch Weekly.

"Hey lady!" Hermione snapped, making Draco and the woman jump. "I'm in labour here and I'm not going to wait for you to finish writing your fricking love letter to Gilderoy Lockhart or whatever! I need to see my Healer immediately!"

The witch raised her eyebrows at Hermione and then jumped when she saw Draco.

"You're Lucius Malfoy's son?" She said, pointing to him with an accusatory finger. Draco resisted the urge to grab it and break it.

"I'm always mistaken for a Malfoy," Draco said, convincingly cool. "But I take it as a compliment."

He said Hermione's name and the witch directed them to Nurse Lauren on the fifth floor.

An hour later Hermione was lying in bed in private room, wearing a hospital gown. Healer Gregory, Hermione's assigned doctor had checked to see how far Hermione was dilated and go over the birthing procedure when Draco announced he had no idea how it was done. She left the room with Hermione giggling at the horrified expression of Draco's face.

xox

Harry and Ron were lounging around in their dormitories, reflecting on the tumultuous year they just had. Harry was surprised that there was no encounter with Voldemort this year and prayed, dubiously, that Voldemort had somehow forgotten about him. "Well, there's always next year?" He said bitterly to himself.

"Hey Harry, want to go visit Hagrid?" Ron asked from his bed. Harry nodded, sitting up.

"Ok, why not?"

Ron opened the door and a small figure ran into him in a flurry of flaming hair. Before Ron had time to yell at his little sister, Ginny was already shouting.

"I just passed Professor Dumbledore- he was coming up here to see us- Hermione is in labour and has been taken to St. Mungo's!"

"WHAT!" Harry and Ron shrieked.

"C'mon, let's go! Dumbledore said that he is finding Blaise Zabini. Let's get Fred and George and then Dumbledore said to meet him in his office!"

"She's having the baby?" Ron yelled, not taking in a word that Ginny had just said before breaking out into a string of swear words that made Ginny point her wand threateningly at him.

xox

By one in the afternoon, Hermione had officially been in labour for four hours. The pain was getting more and more intense with each passing contraction. And the doctor had said it would only get worse.

"I wish my mum was here," Hermione said quietly. Draco smoothed down the hair that had fallen out of her plait.

"Dumbledore will get her, she will be here soon." He kissed her temple.

"How are you holding up there, tiger?"

Hermione didn't even bother to question him about the nickname.

"I suppose I'm alright. I really want to get some sleep but I need to get the epidural first. There's no way I'll be able to sleep through this pain."

"Are you scared?" He asked gently. Hermione shrugged and leaned back into the pillows.

"About giving birth or the aftermath?"

"I guess both."

Hermione paused before answering. "Both. I can't handle pain very well. I'm scared about holding Sunshine for the first time- I'm scared about seeing her. It will just make this even more terrifying and more real."

He reached out and took her hand. "We're gonna be alright. You know why?" She shook her head. "Because we're going to be a family."

Hermione stared into his eyes, so full of emotion. He kissed each of her small knuckles lovingly, giving Hermione the strength she needed to get through the next few hours.

"We're in this until the end."

A/N: Yeah, I decided to just make it happen now. Yay! Excited? So am I! Reviews make the world go round, just remember that. Next chapter you will learn about how Draco and Hermione got together and other misadventures on that very fateful night.

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