But Don't Fall In Love
Chapter 4: Falling
By Wolfsbabe Midnight
Author's Notes: I would like to give a big thanks to Burnsy for getting my butt in gear and getting me to write more. Kind of short chapter, but I thought it was a good ending.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE! Damn wish they were, oh well, guess I'll just have to keep dreaming!
Rating: Story in general is staying at R because of first chapter, but it's toning down to pg 13.
Draco walked into the Slytherin common room. He looked around to see if it was empty. Seeing that no one else was in the common room he walked down the steps and punched a wall out of anger.
'The nerve of her! How dare she speak to me like that!" thought Draco.
He turned around and went up a short flight of stairs at the back corner of the common room to a ground level window. He leaned his head on the window, starring outside, thinking about what he was going to do.
'She would deny me as a father if she could' thought Draco. He turned his head and looked up at the Heads Tower. 'I can prove that I'm the father by using her memories alone but we're not married, she doesn't have to name me as the father legally' thought Draco realizing that Hermione may still have won.
"Damn it! Stupid laws! Not even being a Malfoy can get me around that one!" said Draco out loud. 'It'll just have to find a way around it' thought Draco.
"I will find a way to make that child my heir legally even it's a half-blood" said Draco determined as ever.
"I refuse to let that child be raised by filthy Weasley and disgusting Potter" sneered Draco forgetting to keep it to himself.
"What are you talking about Draco?" asked Crabb bewildered.
"Nothing, go find some food or something. I got things to do" said Draco turning towards the portrait and headed back up towards the heads dorm.
He said the password the heads dorm and walked though the portrait. He sprite up the stairs, prepared to go tell her just how he felt about Ron or Harry having any role as father to her child, prepared to find her in the heads library but stopped suddenly when he saw Hermione laying at the top of the stairs. He looked down and on the stairs was the person he was irritated with. His face softened. He bent down and picked her up and turned down the hall towards her room.
'No point in having her hurt herself if she's going to bare this child' thought Draco, trying to reason with himself that, that was the only reason he was carrying her. He laid her down on her bed and pulled a deep red blanket over her. He sat on the bed and starred at her. Realizing what he was doing he stood up and started to leave her room. He turned around and looked at her one last time.
'But what a beautiful mother she would be. Red and green, Lion and snake protecting her, yes he would protect her, the lion must not fall, the snake will keep her strong' thought Draco, not knowing where those thoughts came from. He opened her door and closed it behind him. He walked down the short hallway to his room and opened his door and laid down on his own bed and closed his eyes.
Suddenly he heard the door down the hall slam open. Draco sat up in his bed. He stood up and opened the door to find Hermione running down the stairs to the bathroom. He walked down the stairs to follow her. Hearing the door slam he stopped. Deciding that he was more curious as to what she was doing he continued down to the bathroom.
He stood in front of the door for a few minutes. He heard throwing up. He opened the door and starred at Hermione. Hermione lay there with her head laying on the porcelain toilet and her hand over her stomach. He stood there, not knowing what to do. When ever he had seen a girl throw up, it had been from being drunk, not from being pregnant. He stepped into the bathroom slowly, stopping just before Hermione. Hermione looked up at him for a second not being able to hold her gaze for much longer. Her stomach lurched again. Draco reached out and held her hair out of her face while she threw up once more. Feeling the sickness go away briefly, Hermione looked up at Draco. He kneeled on his knees next to her. Hermione leaned on him, not because she liked it or wanted to, but because she needed the comfort, even if it had to come from her arch enemy.