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Chapter Fourteen:

Fulcrum and Lever

Hermione's POV

The last two days have been quite tiring now that Narcissa has moved back into the Manor. I'm hoping only until the baby's born and then goes back to France.

I'm not trying to sound ungrateful, but for the past few weeks I've been trying to get used to Draco and my routine all over again and now Narcissa is thrown into the mix. I wasn't expecting to see her, well, I don't know if I would be seeing her. Draco and I haven't really spoke about his mother. So I really didn't know what to think when it came to her.

I'm glad that she's ok with Draco and I having a baby. The memory I have from our wedding, I see that she's pretty happy. She gave me a hug as she quietly sobbed. It was touching. But now I think she's trying to make up for lost time.

Whilst I was at work today she owled me several times asking if Draco and I have picked out colors and what furniture I need. I appreciate it, I do, but I thought this was something more suited for Draco and I. I need to talk to him about this as soon as I can. In fact, I'll talk to him before we go to sleep tonight.

I tried to avoid Narcissa as much I as possibly could. I almost felt bad about my childish behavior, but then I thought about it how much she has owled me today. It may not be justified, but I just couldn't handle her at the moment. So I will read until Draco comes home.

I didn't have to wait long. Draco walked into the library and smiled at me. I placed my book down next to me and smiled back.

"Why have you holed yourself up in here?" He asked walking towards me.

I give him a wry smile. "I'm hiding from your mum."

Draco chuckled. "Is she being overbearing?"

"Overbearing! Quite the understatement. She owled me ten, ten times today whilst I was at work. Which brings me to the topic of we need to figure out baby stuff."

"We do," he said sitting down on the chase next to me.

"Tough day at work?" I asked scooting closer to him.

"No, I'm just a bit tired. That's all."

I furrow my brows. "I'm sorry. I haven't been keeping you up have I?" I haven't been sleeping very well since we've been home and I hoped I haven't been keeping him up with all of my roaming around.

"No, it's not your fault at all," he said brushing hair behind my ear.

I nod.

"But I do have to meet Harry after dinner. It won't take long. I promise," he said kissing my forehead.

"Don't worry. I'm sure I'll go to bed early or at least pretend to so your mother doesn't question me a million times," I grinned.

"I'll have to talk to her about toning it down a bit."

"I'm sorry. I must sound awful to you telling you how I'm trying to escape your mother," I blushed.

"No, I understand completely. When I was younger I had to learn a few tricks to dodge her myself," he winked at me.

I smile at him as relief washes over me.

"Shall we go to dinner before mother comes and looks for us?"

I nod and take his hand as he led me to the door.

Draco's POV

Dinner with mother and Hermione went better than expected. Mother didn't throw a million questions at us like I thought she would. She knows not to try to overwhelm me with questions, but she knows she can push Hermione's buttons. When she brought something up I told her very sternly that Hermione and I would be speaking about these matters tonight and would inform her later. That shut her up a bit. I didn't want all of her questions pissing Hermione off and then cause a fight.

When I kissed Hermione goodbye, I felt a twinge of guilt. I wanted to tell her what Potter and I were up to, but I knew she'd fly off the handle. I know she wants to wait until the baby's born, but I can't. I can't just sit around and wait five months from now to try to crack this case open again. So I'm going to take into my own hands.

After Hermione headed up the stairs, my mother approached me before I could leave.

"Draco?" She asked softly.

I turned around and looked at her. "Yes, mother?"

"Where are you headed off to?"

Now she wants to play the concerned mother. "I have to meet with Harry."

She was quiet for a moment. "If you're up to what I think you are, I suggest not to do it. Not right now at least."

"Mother, I have to do this. I have to find out what happened," I say desperately.

"Draco, what happens if Hermione never fully gains her memories back?"

"Honestly, I wouldn't care. Yes, it hurts that she wouldn't remember all of the time we've been together, but all that matters is that she's here with me and she loves me. I love her no matter what. We can make new memories together. We already have."

She nods. "You've changed so much, Draco. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you, mum," I say hugging her.

"Now, be careful. I don't know what you and Harry Potter are going to do, but. . .just be careful."

"I will. And mum?"

She looked at me waiting for me to continue. "Don't tell Hermione what I'm going to do."

"I won't. I don't know exactly what you're doing, but I won't tell her anything. Just know if she finds out she's going to rather cross with you."

"As long as I try, it'll be worth it."

I gave her one last smile and headed out of the door.

I arrive at Potter's and knock on the door. The door slowly opens revealing Kreacher. He bowed to me.

"Good evening Mister Malfoy. I will inform Master Potter you have arrived," Kreacher said before he disapparated.

A moment later, I saw Harry coming towards me from the kitchen.

"Malfoy."

"Potter."

He turned on his heel and headed to way he came. I followed him with my hands in my trouser pockets.

"Would you like something to drink, Malfoy?" He asked as we walked into the kitchen.

"No thanks," I said taking a seat.

Harry took one across from me. "So I've been thinking about this since yesterday."

"So have I. And I think you should be the one to distract him."

"I was thinking the same thing. If you were show up I'd feel he'd clam up and try to get away from you."

I nodded in agreement. "Ok the question is is how are you going to distract him? He obviously knows that you're mates with Hermione. So I'm sure he may think that something's up."

"I can pretend that I'm asking questions about a case or about someone suffering from the war."

"Maybe you should have been a Slytherin after all, Potter," I gave him a smile.

He smiled back. "No, I think I'd be too brave for all of you."

I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, either excuse could work. While you're speaking with him I'll go in and check his floo and any files I can find."

Harry nodded lost in thought. "Draco," the way he said my name sent off warning bells in my head.

"Yes, Harry?" If he was going to use my first name, I was going to use his.

"What if we never find out who's done this to Hermione?"

"So you're telling me you can hunt down horcruxes and defeat Voldermort, but you don't think we can get Hermione's memory back?" I asked raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

"This is completely different. Voldermort and horcruxes are tangible things. Hermione's memory isn't. It's like trying to catch smoke with your hands."

"I know, Potter. I know. It's all I've been thinking about for weeks. I just don't want Hermione to turn out like her parents did. I know she won't. She's doing so well already, but I can't help but wonder."

"I know you can't help it, but Hermione's different. Her parents went mad because they couldn't handle the stress of gaining their memories back and then hearing about the war. They couldn't handle it. They just couldn't handle knowing about magic. That would never happen to Hermione."

"I know it'll never happen to her, but I can't help but think about it sometimes."

"So what happens if she never regains her memories?" Harry asked looking at me square in the eye.

"Nothing will change. I will continue to love her no matter what. My mother asked the same question before I left. Why does everyone think that I would see her differently? I could, I could never see her differently."

"But she is a bit different though. She's the same Hermione, but not. That's why we're so concerned."

"And I understand the concern, but the few weeks we were trying to gain her memories back, I fell in love with her all over again. And she fell in love with me. Nothing will change the way I feel about her."

"And that's all I needed to hear."

As usual Potter was testing me. He seems to get some sick satisfaction out of testing me when it comes to Hermione. I hate it. I understand he doesn't want her to get hurt and she never will.

"So are we done here then?" I ask.

"We are. I'll owl you with a date soon."

I nod curtly and leave.

Hermione's POV

I heard Draco before I saw him. He came in rubbing his eyes.

"Are you ok?" I asked furrowing my brow and putting my book down.

He looked up in surprise. "I'm fine. Just tired."

I nod. "Well go get changed and come to bed."

He walked into the closest to change. He walked out in a pair of black silk sleep pants and crawled up on the bed. He got under the covers and pulled me over to him.

I nuzzled my face into his chest.

"So I was thinking about names while you were gone," I spoke up.

"So what have you come up with?"

"I really like the name Elizabeth."

"Of course you would! You love Pride and Prejudice."

"I can't help it. It's a beautiful name," I laughed.

"And what about middle names or first?"

"Well, I was going to see what you had in mind really."

"I really like the name Gemma."

"Following the Black constellation tradition, eh?" I smiled into his chest.

"What's wrong with it? I was named after a constellation and I came out all right."

"Ok, so how about Gemma Elizabeth Malfoy?"

"I can live with it, in fact, I like it a lot," he said kissing the top of my head.

"Good. Well that's one thing we figured out."

"Yes one out a thousand. Mother should be happy."

"Until she starts nagging me again," I laugh.

"She won't. I told her not to anymore until we come to her."

"I know and thank you."

"Of course. Anything for you. I love you, Hermione."

"I love you too, Draco," I say wrapping my arms around him before I drifted off to sleep.

A/N: This was a very short chapter for Hermione. I suppose this chapter she doesn't have much to do/say. I'm sorry this is so short compared to the others. Next chapter should be longer (I hope). Anyways, reviews are lovely!