Chapter 2 Telling the Truth
"It's not always about what you want or need, sometimes it's about what's best for everyone else." –Unknown
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"Miss Granger, why weren't you in my class yesterday?" Snape asked almost too calmly.
"Professor Dumbledore didn't tell you?" Her eyes went wide at the thought of having to tell him about her condition in a semi-crowded classroom.
"Should I know something?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I'm pregnant." Hermione replied as softly as possible.
"What?!" He yelled standing. The now full class looked on in horror, Hermione blushed, and Draco raised an inquiring eyebrow. "Mister Malfoy, don't sit there looking so calm, you're the only one who has a reason to worry."
An expression of fear crossed his face and he looked down.
"Professor, calm down, it's not his fault." Hermione pleaded.
"What?" Snape and Draco asked in unison.
"Well, obviously it is his fault, but it's not just his fault." She replied coolly sitting next to Draco at their desk.
"Get to work!" Snape barked. With the flick of his wand, a potion appeared on the board and he fled the room. Filch entered a few moments later and watched them the rest of the period.
"I think we should go see Dumbledore." Hermione blurted out after spending the whole class in silence.
"Sure, I mean, you are the one in the, er, condition." Draco stuttered and blushed. They entered Dumbledore's office and froze. Snape was hunched over and it almost looked like he was crying. Dumbledore watched in amusement and Draco in terror as Hermione walked towards him.
"Professor?" She said quietly lightly touching his shoulder; he visibly tensed.
"Mister Malfoy, Miss Gran-, excuse me, Mrs. Malfoy, please sit." Dumbledore asked kindly gesturing towards two chair slightly away from Snape. They obeyed and he sighed, "We haven't been completely honest. Mrs. Malfoy, I don't believe you have met your father yet?"
Hermione scrunched up her face, "No, he's dead."
"He just no longer exists." Snape boomed.
Dumbledore cleared his throat. Hermione looked surprised, "You knew my father?"
"Pfft, some father." He muttered.
"Severus, what's wrong?" She was getting worried.
"Severus," He mocked, "please."
"Hermione," Dumbledore started firmly, "this is Frederick Vaughnwell."
"What?"
"I changed my name. My father was a Vaughnwell, my mother was a Snape."
"You're my father?" She stood with an incredulous look on her suddenly pale face. Draco pulled her onto his lap and she buried her face into his warmth. He let out a ragged breath. She looked down and saw his arousal through his school robes. She blushed and looked at Dumbledore; he gave her a knowing grin in reply.
"I think you two should go, classes are over and you have a lot to think about." They nodded and Hermione stood. She blushed again when Draco had trouble standing. Draco ran, as best he could, to their room with Hermione jogging after him. He scurried into the bathroom and started to relieve himself of his arousal but froze when Hermione came in.
"Sorry to, er, interrupt." She turned around.
"Wait." He said in a low voice. She trembled a bit at his silky tone and turned back towards him.
"Yes?" She asked trying not to look anywhere but his face and praying she wasn't blushing as much as she thought she was.
"Help?" He smiled coyly. Her face flushed even more but accepted his offer. He backed against a wall and let her work her magic. A while later, he was panting heavily and Hermione was letting her hands, mouth, and tongue wander. Draco yelled random things as he came, usually her name (or what of it he could get out in one breath).
"Oh, Merlin." Draco heaved trying to regain his breath.
"We do things like that too much," Hermione said instinctively washing her hands.
"Perfect amount." Draco replied zipping his pants now breathing normally. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck.
"Careful, we don't want you getting all excited again." She turned around and kissed him anyway. She broke away, "I'm going to the library to read up on how to take care of a baby."
"I'll go too," He smiled at her surprised expression, "it is our baby."
She smiled innocently and Draco vaguely felt his jaw slacken. She truly was beautiful. He studied her delicate, natural features, her soft, wavy brown hair, and her voluptuous, perfectly proportioned body.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Hermione said suddenly.
"What's a penny?" He asked snapping out of his daze.
"American muggle coin," her face scrunched up, "are you alright? You've been acting funny since we found out I was pregnant."
Draco thought about this for a moment. He knew he'd been acting strangely but he couldn't figure out why or pinpoint when the change took place. Why would Draco Malfoy, pureblood snob extraordinaire act so bloody passive? It didn't make sense. Hermione delicately raised an eyebrow, he had to say something, "I guess when I found out I was going to be a father I knew I had to grow up a little."
"That's so sweet!" She screamed throwing her arms around him. She deeply inhaled his scent and squirmed, "Let's go."
He smiled and nodded, "Good idea."
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A/N: When talking to a girl, just smile, nod, and occasionally make grunts of agreement.
"It's not always about what you want or need, sometimes it's about what's best for everyone else." –Unknown
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"Miss Granger, why weren't you in my class yesterday?" Snape asked almost too calmly.
"Professor Dumbledore didn't tell you?" Her eyes went wide at the thought of having to tell him about her condition in a semi-crowded classroom.
"Should I know something?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I'm pregnant." Hermione replied as softly as possible.
"What?!" He yelled standing. The now full class looked on in horror, Hermione blushed, and Draco raised an inquiring eyebrow. "Mister Malfoy, don't sit there looking so calm, you're the only one who has a reason to worry."
An expression of fear crossed his face and he looked down.
"Professor, calm down, it's not his fault." Hermione pleaded.
"What?" Snape and Draco asked in unison.
"Well, obviously it is his fault, but it's not just his fault." She replied coolly sitting next to Draco at their desk.
"Get to work!" Snape barked. With the flick of his wand, a potion appeared on the board and he fled the room. Filch entered a few moments later and watched them the rest of the period.
"I think we should go see Dumbledore." Hermione blurted out after spending the whole class in silence.
"Sure, I mean, you are the one in the, er, condition." Draco stuttered and blushed. They entered Dumbledore's office and froze. Snape was hunched over and it almost looked like he was crying. Dumbledore watched in amusement and Draco in terror as Hermione walked towards him.
"Professor?" She said quietly lightly touching his shoulder; he visibly tensed.
"Mister Malfoy, Miss Gran-, excuse me, Mrs. Malfoy, please sit." Dumbledore asked kindly gesturing towards two chair slightly away from Snape. They obeyed and he sighed, "We haven't been completely honest. Mrs. Malfoy, I don't believe you have met your father yet?"
Hermione scrunched up her face, "No, he's dead."
"He just no longer exists." Snape boomed.
Dumbledore cleared his throat. Hermione looked surprised, "You knew my father?"
"Pfft, some father." He muttered.
"Severus, what's wrong?" She was getting worried.
"Severus," He mocked, "please."
"Hermione," Dumbledore started firmly, "this is Frederick Vaughnwell."
"What?"
"I changed my name. My father was a Vaughnwell, my mother was a Snape."
"You're my father?" She stood with an incredulous look on her suddenly pale face. Draco pulled her onto his lap and she buried her face into his warmth. He let out a ragged breath. She looked down and saw his arousal through his school robes. She blushed and looked at Dumbledore; he gave her a knowing grin in reply.
"I think you two should go, classes are over and you have a lot to think about." They nodded and Hermione stood. She blushed again when Draco had trouble standing. Draco ran, as best he could, to their room with Hermione jogging after him. He scurried into the bathroom and started to relieve himself of his arousal but froze when Hermione came in.
"Sorry to, er, interrupt." She turned around.
"Wait." He said in a low voice. She trembled a bit at his silky tone and turned back towards him.
"Yes?" She asked trying not to look anywhere but his face and praying she wasn't blushing as much as she thought she was.
"Help?" He smiled coyly. Her face flushed even more but accepted his offer. He backed against a wall and let her work her magic. A while later, he was panting heavily and Hermione was letting her hands, mouth, and tongue wander. Draco yelled random things as he came, usually her name (or what of it he could get out in one breath).
"Oh, Merlin." Draco heaved trying to regain his breath.
"We do things like that too much," Hermione said instinctively washing her hands.
"Perfect amount." Draco replied zipping his pants now breathing normally. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck.
"Careful, we don't want you getting all excited again." She turned around and kissed him anyway. She broke away, "I'm going to the library to read up on how to take care of a baby."
"I'll go too," He smiled at her surprised expression, "it is our baby."
She smiled innocently and Draco vaguely felt his jaw slacken. She truly was beautiful. He studied her delicate, natural features, her soft, wavy brown hair, and her voluptuous, perfectly proportioned body.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Hermione said suddenly.
"What's a penny?" He asked snapping out of his daze.
"American muggle coin," her face scrunched up, "are you alright? You've been acting funny since we found out I was pregnant."
Draco thought about this for a moment. He knew he'd been acting strangely but he couldn't figure out why or pinpoint when the change took place. Why would Draco Malfoy, pureblood snob extraordinaire act so bloody passive? It didn't make sense. Hermione delicately raised an eyebrow, he had to say something, "I guess when I found out I was going to be a father I knew I had to grow up a little."
"That's so sweet!" She screamed throwing her arms around him. She deeply inhaled his scent and squirmed, "Let's go."
He smiled and nodded, "Good idea."
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A/N: When talking to a girl, just smile, nod, and occasionally make grunts of agreement.