The tip of Draco's wand glowed a cherry red; he met Hermione's eyes worriedly to check her expression. She pulled her shirt down quickly and pulled up her knees to her chest. Her eyes flitted back an forth as they filled with tears.
"Granger…?" Draco asked cautiously. "Are you okay?"
She shook her head and laughed miserably. "I'm not a Granger anymore, remember?" She looked at him through watery eyes.
"Okay, I know. But are you okay?"
She watched her fingers fiddle nervously. "Yes. No. I don't know."
"I don't know either."
Hermione looked up at him. "I mean, I don't want to be pregnant with your child, but I don't not want to be pregnant either. You know, cause we have to do it again."
Draco said with a low, trembling voice. "I don't think I'm ready to be father yet. But we only have less than 3 months to get you pregnant."
Hermione agreed. "We are supposed to have children, but we are still children ourselves. We are young enough to be our child's brother and sister."
They sat together in frightened silence, not able to comprehend what they had gotten into. Suddenly, Hermione sat up and angrily shouted, "This is all your fault, Malfoy! You shouldn't have made that stupid deal with your mother. You should've asked me first. If it weren't for your stupid, incompetent sperm, I would already be pregnant by now!"
He tensed up in aggravation and shouted back. "My sperm?! You think my sperm is the problem here? Obviously it's your fault you're so infertile that you didn't get pregnant. My sperm is perfectly fine!"
"You know women are on a cycle! I can't control my fertility!"
"Well, I can't control my sperm!" They sat glaring at each other like angry little kids.
Abruptly, Hermione's face broke into an uncontrollable smile. She chuckled quietly and said, "We're fighting about your sperm!"
Draco, still pissed off, said, "Well, you're the one who started it. Don't laugh at me, look at yourself."
She shook her head and started to clean up their picnic. "Obviously, we need a break."
Quietly, Draco corrected, "You need a break."
She gestured for him to take the picnic basket, but Draco rudely scoffed at her and said, "You seriously expect me to carry that? You carry it."
Hermione gave him a dirty look at shouted back at him, "Fine! I'll carry it. When we have children, I really hope they don't have your bad manners."
Draco, offended, took the basket from her and said, "I don't have bad manners! See, now I'm carrying the basket for you. I hope our children don't have your conceited and pushy way of treating people."
And they continued to quarrel like that until they finally reached the lake. They reached a small, wooden dock on the lake and they walked along it until the got to the edge over the shimmering lake in the hot afternoon. They sat down.
"I hope they don't have your bushy hair." Draco remarked.
"I wish they don't have your ratty scowl." Hermione shot back.
"I wish they don't get your too big elephant ears."
"I wish they don't get your greasy blond hair."
"I wish…" Draco looked at Hermione, running out of flaws of her to say. He looked down at their bare feet. "Merlin! What are those?"
"What are what?" Hermione looked at where he was staring at.
"Your feet!" They were very long and very narrow. Their long white toes were curved slightly. Draco laughed at them as they splashed in the water slightly. "They look like a rabbit's!"
Hermione, having received this comment a lot, finally shouted, "Shut up!" and pushed Draco's shoulder a little too hard. His arms flailed around and his mouth opened in alarm as his body was shoved into the lake.
He disappeared underwater, and resurfaced, sputtering incoherently. "What was that for?"
She laughed mockingly at him, until he pulled her foot until she fell in too. Now they were both in the water. She angrily splashed lake water in his face, and he splashed her back. Soon they were laughing, gasping, and soaking wet.
Draco turned his head and looked at a square of floating dock at the middle of the lake. His eyes were glittering with excitement, much like a little boy's, and said, "I bet you I can beat you to the floating dock over there."
Hermione scoffed at him. "You seriously think you can beat me? I was on the swimming team in the Muggle world before I came to Hogwarts. I was the fastest on the team."
Draco smirked. "Don't brag too soon. I happen to be really good at swimming. What do you get if you win?"
"Full authority on our first child's middle name. You?" Hermione said immediately, pushing hair out of her face. Draco was shocked.
"Wha- That's not fair!" he protested.
"You take the same deal, if you want. But I really doubt you'll win."
"Yeah right. Okay… 3 2 1." He dove underwater and shot through the lake. Hermione barely make out a strangled, "Hey!" before she dove underwater also. Draco was fast, he slipped through the water smoothly. But Hermione was faster. Soon, they were neck to the neck, and their hands simultaneously slapped the dock.
As soon as they resurfaced, they began arguing about who won. In the end, they decided they would compromise the middle name.
They laid down side by side on the wet wooden floating dock, rocking gently with the lake's waves. They looked up at the slowly darkening sky, their breathing calm and slow.
Hermione spoke, "Malfoy…"
"Call me Draco." Draco turned his head to look at her. "It's just that, you know, there's two Malfoys here now, and it would be confusing to call each other Malfoy."
Hermione nodded slowly. "Okay, Draco. I just have a really important question."
"Ask me."
"Well, are we going to continue living like this? Forever? Married?"
Draco looked back up at the sky. "Do we have a choice?"
"We guess we don't," Hermione said after a while.
Suddenly, she felt a hand slip into her own. She tensed in alarm and tried to pull away, but Draco flipped over until he was hovering above her body. He leaned down, closer, until their faces were inches apart. She could see little diamonds of color in the pupils of his eyes. They could feel their breaths and body warmth in between them.
Then, just as quickly as it happened, Draco pulled away. They sat in silence, trying to forget. Finally, Draco spoke. "I want to go back."
Hermione said in a dazed voice, "Okay. Let's go." She took Draco's elbow and they disapparated from their magical place at that lake together.