Chapter 11: Sweet Dreams
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Hermione finished her make-up and walked over to her closet. She was pulled out an emerald green robe from the white bag of maternity clothes Ginny had given her. It was embroidered with swirls that went around the collar and down the fabric. Hermione let it fall over her head. It felt so comfortable. She was beginning to split the seams with her regular muggle clothes. That was something she had to find time for. There were only so many outfits in Ginny's bag and because of her house pride, only a handful like the one she was wearing, weren't Maroon and gold. Hermione grabbed her wand and her money and placed it inside her purse. She looked at the clock and realized it had been fifteen minutes since she last talked to Blaise. She knew it didn't take him long to get ready. She thought of the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley. When she felt the swirling motion she opened her eyes to see witches and wizards bustling about. Hermione was standing in the middle of the street across from Quality Quidditch Supplies.
"I love that place!" Blaise said with excitement behind Hermione. Hermione jolted from the voice and almost fell.
"Careful!" Blaise told her, holding her up with one arm, the other arm behind his back.
"Merlin, Blaise! You scared me!" Hermione said calming herself down.
"I can see that." He joked, releasing her arm. Hermione finally got a look at him. He was in all black robes that reminded her of Draco. Hermione noticed his arm around his back.
"What's behind you? You look like you're going to hex me or something." Blaise smiled, he revealed his arm but instead of holding his wand, he was holding two ice cream cones cleverly between his fingers. One of them was brown, unmistakably chocolate and the other was a dark hot pink color. Both had a sprinkle trim around it, just before the tan cone which was patterned to look like dragon scales rather than waffle imprints.
Hermione took the hot pink ice cream; curious of the flavor. The cold raspberry taste melted in her mouth.
"I love raspberry! Thank you, Blaise!" Blaise smiled as he licked his own ice cream cone.
"Did you get these from Florean's?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, a friend of mine took over the place after the war. Florean left the place to him in event of his death." Hermione remembered Florean well. He was always so nice to Harry and her. She remembered how sad Harry and Hagrid were when they heard he was captured.
The two ate in silence after that. Blaise and Hermione were down to the cone now. Trying to keep the ice cream from overflowing out of the cone. Blaise finished first and Hermione was right behind him.
"Where's the nearest baby place?" Hermione asked, looking side to side, wondering which way they should go.
"I think it's that way." Blaise told her, pointing right. Hermione had Blaise lead the way. As they got closer, Hermione recognized the place as the baby store she saw before she apparated to Malfoy Manor. Blaise held the door open for her. When she walked in her eyes were categorized into fours. The whole building was just four large rows of Hogwarts house themed baby clothes and furniture. From left to right it went Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin.
"Welcome to Tuffler and Tots!" An older witch greeted her. Hermione was reminded of Professor Sprout, but with the disposition of Mrs. Weasley. "Can I help you find anything in particular, today?"
"No, thank you, we are just looking." The witch left Blaise and Hermione alone. Blaise didn't say by her side long. He flocked over to the far right where the Slytherin themed items where. Hermione started at the Ravenclaw section. Everything was blue and had an accent of Gold or Silver.
"Mione!" Blaise whispered. Hermione turned around to see Blaise to aisles down holding a base of a lamp in the shape of a snake.
"No!" Hermione told him. She wasn't going to have Slytherin based things in her son's room. In fact, she didn't care for segregation of houses, but also didn't want to have something from each house in his room.
Hermione walked up to the register counter, where she saw the old woman reading a magazine while a pair of needles we're seeing baby booties behind her.
"Excuse me." Hermione asked.
The woman looked up from the Daily Prophet, "Yes?"
"Do you have anything that isn't house themed?"
"Oh sure! It's in the far back. House themed objects are our best sellers so we moved them to the front to attract customers. We have regular stuff along the back wall."
Hermione went over to the direction that the lady pointed in. The witch was right. There wasn't much. There was just three shelves along that back wall that had mixes of pastel colors, nothing gender specific. Hermione looked around until she saw a light green baby blanket. It was soft to the touch and lighter than air. She picked it up and accident unraveled it. It didn't have much of a design. It was just a plain green blanket, she looked at it continuously until she saw dark green cursive letters stitched diagonally across a corner of the blanket.
"I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll be." Hermione spoke the words out loud. She could feel her son's light kicks along her womb.
"I love you." She whispered to him.
Hermione didn't bother looking at the rest of the stuff. She just walked over to the counter.
"I will take this please." Hermione paid the lady with a few sickles and walked towards the door.
"Come on, Blaise!" Hermione called. Blaise suddenly popped up from the Slytherin carrying one of at least every piece of Slytherin merchandise.
"Seriously?" Hermione said in annoyance, "Put all that stuff back." Blaise waved his wand as everything fell from his arms and back onto the shelves, except a photo frame. Hermione looked at it closer in Blaise's arms. It was a frame that was meant to hold a picture of a baby's parents. The photo standin to advertise the frame made Hermione sad just looking at it. It was a picture of a couple. A blonde haired male and a brown haired female on their wedding day. Apart from the hair colors, the people didn't resemble Draco or Hermione, but it made Hermione think. She didn't know how she'd tell her son that she was too much of a scaredy cat to tell his father of his existence. She shoved her feelings away as Blaise walked out the door.
"So?" Blaise asked, "Where to next?"
Hermione didn't feel like shopping. She just wanted to curl up in bed. She had no desire to walk around and shop.
"I don't feel like shopping anymore." She told him. She wasn't that far along, she still had time to buy baby things. It would be best if she bought things after she moved. She didn't have any storage room in her flat and it would be too much of a hassle to try and move it out.
Blaise looked extremely disappointed. Hermione could tell he wanted to spend more time with her.
"I'm sorry, Blaise, I am just really tired."
"No worries." He said half-heartedly, "I understand." Hermione heard the strain in his voice. She felt horrible.
"Bye, Blaise."
"Goodbye Hermione." Blaise raised his hand and then walked off, where he was blended into the crowd. Hermione was about to apparate away, when she thought of the house that Ginny mentioned. She'd feel even worse about not going back to her flat like she told Blaise, but she really wanted to take a look inside. Hermione went the opposite way that Blaise went towards Gringotts. She instantly saw it not too far away. It blended in with the shops and the houses built alongside it. It had dark purple brick, which matched all the dark colors placed around Diagon Alley. The display window from the photo in the Prophet looked bigger.
When Hermione got back in her flat, the first thing she did was switch into Draco's collar black button up. She turned off the floo network and placed an anti-apparition spell on the flat. She didn't want to talk to anyone. Hermione crashed onto her bed and snuggled up with the baby blanket for her son. She read the embroidered words over and over until she fell asleep snuggling the blanket.
Hermione woke up, not in her room, but in a park. It was a beautiful sunny day; there was not a cloud in the sky. She was basking in the sun, when a little boy runs up to her.
"Mommy, mommy, and mommy!" the boy said excitedly.
Hermione was confused. Who is this boy? Hermione asked herself.
"Mommy!" The boy said again.
That's when Hermione realized it was her son. He looked like he was about 4 or 5, he was absolutely handsome. He had Draco's hair platinum blond hair and steel grey eyes. His hair was like Hermione's, curly and wild. His facial features were a mixture of both hers and Draco's.
"Yes, baby?" Hermione asked him.
"Did you see what I did? Did you see! Did you see?"
"I'm sorry, honey." Hermione's son frowned. "You know what. Why don't you show me again?"
He walked back a couple of steps. "Are you looking?"
"Yes, I'm looking."
The little boy grinned, and did a somersault. Hermione smiled and clapped at the trick her son did.
The little boy ran up to her. "I'm so proud of you sweetheart." Hermione hugged him, and kissed him on his cheek.
The boy smiled and looked up. "Daddy!" He wiggled himself out of Hermione's hug, and ran to his father. Hermione felt a brooding figure stand behind her.
Hermione turned around and saw Draco. He looked the same as ever, if not handsomer. Draco picked the boy up and spun him around and brought the boy to his chest, before setting him down. As soon as Draco made eye contact with Hermione he went up to her. Draco's eyes filled Hermione with warmth as she returned the gaze.
"Are you doing okay?" He asked, smiling. Hermione tilted her head. She was expecting him to say something sexy.
"Uh? Yes?"
"Is the baby kicking?" He asked her. Hermione looked at their son. He's was right there. She was no longer pregnant. Hermione then felt hard kicks along the curve of her swollen abdomen. She was pregnant again! Her stomach was far bigger than usual. She must have been eight or nine months. Hermione ran her hand along the sun dress and smiled at Draco.
"Yes he is." Draco set the boy down and came close to her face. Hermione took in his scent. It was the same masculine scent from the Black shirt she owned.
"You look beautiful today Mione." He told seductively.
Hermione blushed and covered her face with her hands.
Draco moved her hand, "You don't have to cover your face. You look even more beautiful when you blush... especially when I am the reason behind it."
Hermione blushed even harder at his comment. She couldn't believe how perfect this was. She could see the boy not too far off from the picnic blanket playing with some yellow butterflies that danced around him. Draco moved her head so she was facing him again. He cupped the side of her jaw and tilted it up to bring her lips to his. The kiss was soft and buttery. Charged with passion. He could end the kiss quickly only to reconnect it with the same spark. Hermione could feel his hand move to the small of her back. It was all so perfect.
"Ew!" The boy exclaimed from beside the blanket. Draco pulled regretfully away to accommodate their son. The little boy crawled over to be by Hermione. His small hands found their way to her swollen stomach. She could feel the baby hit the walls of her belly where her son placed his hands.
Their son glared at Draco. "She's my mommy!"
Draco's laughed, "I guess I have some competition. I have to compete for your affection."
"Men and competitions." Hermione said as she rolled her eyes.
"He's moving!" The boy smiled. Hermione looked down at his hands and packed hers over his. Hermione's eyes went wide at the huge diamond ring that rested on her left ring finger. She was married! She looked at Draco, who had a matching silver band. Hermione couldn't contain her awe. She felt her son's fingers leave hers as he went back into the grass.
"Come on, daddy!" He yelled. Draco smiled and grabbed the quaffle that was placed beside Hermione. Draco kneeled to get it, "I'll be back for you later." He whispered quietly in her ear before he joined their son. Hermione felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she was left breathlessly alone.
Hermione jolted forward to a upright motion in her bed. She blinked profusely trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness. Hermione was tangled in a mix of sheets. She tried to move off her bed. She felt the crinkle sound of the plastic bag she had gotten from the purchase. She must have slept all day. Hermione could feel tears welling up in her eyes. It was so real. It had to be real. She wanted it to be real. She wanted her son to have his father in his life. Hermione glanced at the clock. It was 8:14 at night. It was too late to go over, not to mention incredibly rude to just drop in. Hermione thought of the dream. Hermione could still feel his soft lips. Hermione snatched her wand and casted Lumos. The dark night eroded away as the light lit the area. Hermione found her light switch across from her bed and then used Nox to turn it off. Hermione jogged lightly to her small desk and scrambled for a piece of parchment. She began to scribble as fast as she could with a quill. It plunged in and out of the ink as she tried to define the handwriting. When she was finished she read it out loud:
Narcissa,
I've decided to tell your son I am pregnant," Hermione felt like it wasn't good enough. She set a new paper aside and tried again.
…
Dear Narcissa,
I've decided to tell Draco, he knocked me up,
"Nope, too forward."
…
Dear Narcissa,
I've decided to tell Draco, I'm with child,
"Too mysterious."
…
Hermione took a breath. She paused, breathed in and out and grabbed a new sheet of parchment.
Narcissa,
I have something I need to tell you. How does tea at eleven sound?
Love, Hermione
Hermione read the parchment over and over to make sure it was free of errors. She unlocked Owl Eyes cage. The bird zoomed out as soon as he could fit. He flew around the room and then gently rested on the back if the desk chair. Hermione patted him before tying the string around his foot. Hermione had to do this quick, before her confidence failed.
"I need you to deliver this to Malfoy Manor as soon as the sunrises. Narcissa Malfoy to be specific." The owl gave her a nod before he flew out the window and into the night. Hermione hated divination, but as she saw the owl disappear over the buildings of muggle London, she could feel her future changing.
"I'll go tomorrow and tell Draco the truth." Hermione felt the baby kick as soon as Draco's name left her mouth.
Author's Note II: Hermione is going to tell Draco! Yay! We know that this has been something you guys have been wanting since she found out she was pregnant. We would like to thank everyone who has been reading and following and reviewing! We got some really nice reviews that really have given us ideas for future chapters. We would also like to remind you guys that this is last time we will update on a Tuesday. Chapter 12 and onward will be posted on Saturdays. Thank you for reading Chapter 11 of "The Lion's Secret". Until next Saturday!
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