Hey! So I know I said, I might update on thursday, but I had mounds of homework. but, I had some free time today, so here it is! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: It wouldn't be called FanFiction if I was J.K. Rowling.
I held in my hand a pregnancy test.
"What the….?" I said, my voice trailing off as I realized something. This explained it all. The sickness, the tiredness, me snapping at Draco. But how? I've only been married for three weeks! That would mean that on our wedding night…. I don't even want to think about it. It's not that I was sad, really. It's just that, before I got married, Draco and I agreed to wait on kids for a while.
Only 99% effective. The words kept flashing through my mind.
Stupid birth control.
I sat there for a few minutes, just staring, imagining what my life would be like if I happened to be pregnant.
Wait, I don't even know if I am pregnant. I guess I should, um, take the test and see.
I slowly unwrapped the stick from the package, and followed the instructions. (A/N: If you know a thing or two, I really don't need to explain how a pregnancy test works)
2 minutes later, I sat on the floor, with the test in the wrapper on the sink. I was terrified, to say the least. I was scared of what people would think if I had a baby so early. I was even more scared of how Draco would react. My thoughts were interrupted when the magical timer I made dinged, signaling that I could look at the test.
"Okay." I said, going over to the sink, where the test was turned over. I took a deep breath, picked up the test, and turned it over.
It had two blue lines on it.
I thought about it for a minute. That means its….. False. I wasn't pregnant. To say I was relieved is an understatement. Don't get me wrong, I love kids and plan on having a couple of them, but I just want to have a baby when the time is right. After Draco and I get to spend more time alone with each other.
I threw the test in the trash, and looked over at the shower.
I can't shower now. I'm too riled up.
I took a few breaths to steady myself, opened the door, and went into our bedroom. Draco was lying in bed, shirtless, and reading a book with some really dorky glasses on.
"What's so funny?" Draco asked, putting his book down and pushing his glasses off.
"Well, You're sitting there, shirtless, and have extremely dorky glasses on. I think The glasses kind of cancel out the effect of you shirtless." I said, making him laugh.
"Hey, it's not my fault I'm pretty much blind when it comes to reading." He said. "Come here, love. Why didn't you take a shower?"
I went over to him, crawled in his lap, and put my head in the crook of his neck. "I just changed my mind, is all."
"Well, okay." He said, kissing my forehead, and then letting me go so I could get ready for bed. I went over to the closet, and put on pajamas that covered up the most skin, just….. Because.
"Hermione?" Draco called.
"Yes?" I answered, coming back into the room and taking my place on the left side of the bed.
"You do know that it's three days till Christmas, right?" He said, and my eyes widened.
"WHAT?" I said, bolting up and running into the bathroom to look at the calendar. Low and behold, today was December 22.
"Love? Are you-" Draco said, coming into the bathroom.
"How could I have missed this? Okay, we were in Jamaica for 17 days, and we got married on the 5. Dang. We have to get stuff ready! We have to put up a tree, and lights, and stockings, and-"
"Love, slow down. I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." Draco said, and then it dawned on me.
Draco didn't even know what Christmas was. Harry was my only friend who had the slightest idea of what Christmas is. Well, he told Luna, Tonks, and all the Weaslys, but I guess Draco just never got around to hearing about it.
(Draco pov)
"Oh, I forgot you don't know what Christmas is. Come into the kitchen and I'll explain." Hermione said, grabbing my hand, and leading me to the kitchen.
Twenty minutes and two cups of coffee later, I knew all of what Christmas entailed.
"Okay, so the I guess the part about Jesus isn't that hard to understand. It seems legit. But the Santa part…. Is another story. And if I heard right, this is what the muggles turned Christmas into," I started. "An old fat guy and a lot of short people live at a pole in the north, spend the whole year judging everyone, and make cheap toys. And then on December 25, said fat man breaks into your house through the chimney, eats your food, and leaves said cheap presents in the socks that are on your mantle. All the while the fat guy's horses are on your roof lugging around a carriage, making tracks, and most likely pooping on said roof. Is that right?"
Hermione looked shocked at my explanation of 'Christmas'. She opened her mouth at least four times, but no words came out.
"No. That's not it at all…. Well…. Let me think." She said, correcting me, and then correcting herself. "Actually, come to think of it, that's pretty much it. But you're not supposed to think of it as theft and burglary. It's more like a jolly man bringing you gifts. It's a happy occasion."
I still thought my definition was better.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I think this 'Santa Claus' should be arrested." I stated.
"Draco, sweetie, Santa isn't real." Hermione said, rubbing my arm.
"Then why the bloody hell do parents lie to their kids about some mythical fat guy?" I asked.
"Because It gives little kids something to look forward to throughout the year." She said, smiling at my eye-roll.
"Well, I think it's bed time." I said, getting up and holding out my hand to her.
"And what if I don't want to get to bed?" Hermione asked suggestively.
"Then I guess I'll have to take you there." I said. Before Hermione could run away, I picked her up, put her over my shoulder, and carried her laughing form to our bedroom, where we… 'celebrated', the Christmas spirit, so to speak.
The next morning….
I woke up to the sun streaming in through the windows, basically blinding me. I groaned and rolled over, to see my wife sleeping beside me on her stomach, her back bared. I smiled, kissed her back, and got out of bed.
I quickly slipped on my genes, and went to the bathroom to shave and brush my teeth.
"Doo, do dee do, laa la la, do do da!" I said, dancing as I reached into the bathroom cabinet, and pulled out my toothbrush and toothpaste. I brushed my teeth while I sang a bunch of nonsense words, spitting all over my mirror.
After that was finished, I picked up my shaving cream, and smeared over the lower half of my face.
"Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!" I said, smoothing out the cream to look like a beard. I laughed once at my antics.
Ya know, for someone who just found out about Christmas, you're really into the Christmas spirit.
I laughed again.
Great, now I'm talking to myself. What's next?
I picked up the razor, and started to sing as I shaved.
"Sometimes, I get a good feeling, yeah." I sang, taking the razor away from my face, and using it as a mach microphone. "I get a feeling I ain't never-never-never felt before. I get a good feeling, yeah."
Now, the average man would have laughed in my face had he seen me singing into my razor, but frankly, I didn't quite care. I loved the muggle artist, Adele, and I wasn't afraid to show it.
I picked up my razor again, and started to shave the other side of my face. When I was about to sing the next verse, something caught my eye.
In the trashcan, there was a white stick jotting out. It looked like a… pregnancy test?
"What the-" I said, twisting my face, when I cut a deep gash across my cheek. "Dang it!"
I clutched my cheek where there was blood flowing freely. I took my hand off my face to see it covered in red. I wiped my hand with a towel, and then pressed the towel to my face. I slowly moved over to the trashcan and, very slowly, picked up the pregnancy test by the case.
It had two blue lines.
"Draco, love, what are you-" Hermione said, coming in the doorway, and stopping her sentence when she saw me holding the test.
"Hermione-" I said, about to ask her the inevitable.
"Just please listen. I got sick and Ginny gave me the test, and I took it. But, it's okay, because it's false. And you don't have to worry about kids this early on, and we can get to know each other more, and-" She said, going on and on.
"Hermione!" I interrupted her.
"What?" She asked, staring at the dumbfounded look on my face.
"Hermione, love, two lines means yes. This test is positive." I said, moving towards, in just enough time to catch her when she blacked out.
"Dang it, love." I said, stroking her face. I picked her up, and brought her back to bed. I then Got her phone out of her purse, and dialed the #2 speed dial.
"Hey, Ginny? Yeah it's Draco. Could you come over here? Yeah, it's about Hermione. Okay, I'll see you soon." I said, hanging up, and throwing her phone down on the table. I then moved toward her, and placed a light kiss on her cheek, and reluctantly, placed my hand on her stomach.
A/N: Well, there's so much to say, but, I'll leave that up to you guys. And though it may seem Hermione really doesn't want a baby, she does. She just wants more time alone with Draco, first. Now, I'm thinking, maybe, six more chapters, and then the epilogue. But, there is a LOT more in store for this happy couple.
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