Chapter 1 Signs
"The man who smiles when something goes wrong has already thought of someone to blame." –Unknown
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"We're what?!" Hermione yelled at Draco.
"We're spending Christmas at Malfoy Manor."
"Why?" She whined getting out of bed.
"You live there now." He replied like it was the simplest idea in the world while standing up.
"Can't we stay in the castle?"
"No, we've been married for a month and a half and my parents haven't seen us since the wedding." He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "By the way, I'm not sure I like this new arrangement."
Her skin tingled at his warm breath on her neck, "Weekends only."
"But we're married, people expect us to do certain things." He let his arms drop.
"No, they don't." She replied walking to the bathroom. Draco smirked and waited until the shower was running before walking in. He shed his boxers and stepped into the shower.
"Hey-" He cut her off with a kiss. She stepped towards him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him back positioning herself against the wall. She let him do what he wanted; she had insisted they take part in such actions only on weekends so they wouldn't be too tired for classes. However, it didn't last long. She just couldn't give up the feeling that she was soaring on waves of pleasure. She felt the familiar rush of ecstasy and called out his name repeatedly feeling as if she had reached utopia. Her own personal nirvana.
"Too hot..." She mumbled turning down the temperature. They broke apart as soon as the freezing water hit their sweat-soaked bodies.
"We broke the agreement." Draco grinned almost proudly.
"Thank Merlin." She smiled turning off the water. He raised an eyebrow and she laughed. He stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist the held one open for her. She backed into him and let him fasten it. Thy walked out with his arms around her and froze.
"Are we...interrupting?" Dumbledore asked with a twinkle in his eye and a nervous looking McGonagall behind him.
"No." Hermione immediately snapped stepping away from Draco and putting a robe on. She felt a sudden queasy stirring in her stomach. "Bloody hell!"
She ran for the bathroom and began throwing up. She felt someone kneel down beside her and lift her hair. There was a soothing hand on her back and murmuring from the doorway.
"Why don't you go see Madame Pomfrey, dear." Dumbledore suggested kindly from the door. She nodded and ran past him to the infirmary. Pomfrey checked her out then smiled and got a suspiciously Dumbledore-esque twinkle in her eye.
"Been having morning sickness, dear?"
"For the past week, I suppose."
"I figured as much."
"Well..." Hermione squirmed anxiously.
"You're pregnant. Of course, I'll have to run tests but all signs point to it..." She prattled on and Hermione sat in a stunned silence.
"For how long?" She asked calmly.
"Oh, I'd say a month maybe more." Madame Pomfrey replied smiling.
"I see you told her the joyous news." Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Draco appeared in the doorway.
"What news?" Draco asked standing beside Hermione and focusing the question at her.
"I'm pregnant." She replied with her head down. She felt strong, familiar arms wrap around her and she buried her head into Draco's chest. She inhaled deeply and sighed at his spicy, sexy scent.
"You okay?" Draco mumbled into her hair.
"Yeah, I am." She looked into his eyes and froze. He was worried, about her. Hermionne swallowed and looked down.
"Well, you should get back to your room." Dumbledore whispered with a ghost of a smile on his face. They both nodded and walked to their little room.
It was the same room they had their wedding night in. It was decorated differently, however. It was still red, but the bed was smaller and there was a study desk against on wall next to one large mirror. The bathroom has a tub large enough for two people, as they had already found out, and a slightly smaller shower. There were a few scattered chairs and a new wooden door. The new door led to a small, cozy common room. It was beige all around including the walls, the carpet, and much of the furniture. There was a red brick fireplace and another study desk.
"You want to talk?" Draco asked slumping into the desk chair of the common room.
"I'm not ready...for any of this. I wasn't ready to get married...to have a baby...to fall in love." She started crying and Draco pulled her onto his lap allowing her to bury her head into his neck.
"You love me?" Draco smirked.
She laughed and nearly choked on her tears, "Did I say it was you?"
"I'm hurt," He chuckled then became very serious, "I love you."
Her heart skipped a beat and she froze. She slowly raised her head an looked into his eyes. He was telling the truth, "I-I think I love you too."
He smiled mischievously, "Really? Prove it."
"The man who smiles when something goes wrong has already thought of someone to blame." –Unknown
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"We're what?!" Hermione yelled at Draco.
"We're spending Christmas at Malfoy Manor."
"Why?" She whined getting out of bed.
"You live there now." He replied like it was the simplest idea in the world while standing up.
"Can't we stay in the castle?"
"No, we've been married for a month and a half and my parents haven't seen us since the wedding." He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "By the way, I'm not sure I like this new arrangement."
Her skin tingled at his warm breath on her neck, "Weekends only."
"But we're married, people expect us to do certain things." He let his arms drop.
"No, they don't." She replied walking to the bathroom. Draco smirked and waited until the shower was running before walking in. He shed his boxers and stepped into the shower.
"Hey-" He cut her off with a kiss. She stepped towards him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him back positioning herself against the wall. She let him do what he wanted; she had insisted they take part in such actions only on weekends so they wouldn't be too tired for classes. However, it didn't last long. She just couldn't give up the feeling that she was soaring on waves of pleasure. She felt the familiar rush of ecstasy and called out his name repeatedly feeling as if she had reached utopia. Her own personal nirvana.
"Too hot..." She mumbled turning down the temperature. They broke apart as soon as the freezing water hit their sweat-soaked bodies.
"We broke the agreement." Draco grinned almost proudly.
"Thank Merlin." She smiled turning off the water. He raised an eyebrow and she laughed. He stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist the held one open for her. She backed into him and let him fasten it. Thy walked out with his arms around her and froze.
"Are we...interrupting?" Dumbledore asked with a twinkle in his eye and a nervous looking McGonagall behind him.
"No." Hermione immediately snapped stepping away from Draco and putting a robe on. She felt a sudden queasy stirring in her stomach. "Bloody hell!"
She ran for the bathroom and began throwing up. She felt someone kneel down beside her and lift her hair. There was a soothing hand on her back and murmuring from the doorway.
"Why don't you go see Madame Pomfrey, dear." Dumbledore suggested kindly from the door. She nodded and ran past him to the infirmary. Pomfrey checked her out then smiled and got a suspiciously Dumbledore-esque twinkle in her eye.
"Been having morning sickness, dear?"
"For the past week, I suppose."
"I figured as much."
"Well..." Hermione squirmed anxiously.
"You're pregnant. Of course, I'll have to run tests but all signs point to it..." She prattled on and Hermione sat in a stunned silence.
"For how long?" She asked calmly.
"Oh, I'd say a month maybe more." Madame Pomfrey replied smiling.
"I see you told her the joyous news." Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Draco appeared in the doorway.
"What news?" Draco asked standing beside Hermione and focusing the question at her.
"I'm pregnant." She replied with her head down. She felt strong, familiar arms wrap around her and she buried her head into Draco's chest. She inhaled deeply and sighed at his spicy, sexy scent.
"You okay?" Draco mumbled into her hair.
"Yeah, I am." She looked into his eyes and froze. He was worried, about her. Hermionne swallowed and looked down.
"Well, you should get back to your room." Dumbledore whispered with a ghost of a smile on his face. They both nodded and walked to their little room.
It was the same room they had their wedding night in. It was decorated differently, however. It was still red, but the bed was smaller and there was a study desk against on wall next to one large mirror. The bathroom has a tub large enough for two people, as they had already found out, and a slightly smaller shower. There were a few scattered chairs and a new wooden door. The new door led to a small, cozy common room. It was beige all around including the walls, the carpet, and much of the furniture. There was a red brick fireplace and another study desk.
"You want to talk?" Draco asked slumping into the desk chair of the common room.
"I'm not ready...for any of this. I wasn't ready to get married...to have a baby...to fall in love." She started crying and Draco pulled her onto his lap allowing her to bury her head into his neck.
"You love me?" Draco smirked.
She laughed and nearly choked on her tears, "Did I say it was you?"
"I'm hurt," He chuckled then became very serious, "I love you."
Her heart skipped a beat and she froze. She slowly raised her head an looked into his eyes. He was telling the truth, "I-I think I love you too."
He smiled mischievously, "Really? Prove it."