Chapter 13: Truth Revealed
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Blaise was absolutely furious with Draco. He was pacing around his room letting his frustration out. After breaking the bedpost, Blaise became destructive, and broke an armchair. The left legs were cracked and made it lay in its side. Blaise took a snitch and pitched it across the room as hard as he could, causing a vase to shatter into small-crystallized shards. Blaise was on the verge of destroying another thing when a knock came from his door. The door swung open wide to reveal a small female house elf. Her eyes went as wide as they could as they examined their master's bedroom and the master himself. The elf backed away slowly and grabbed onto the handle, "Pardon me master, I will come back later."
Blaise watched the door close and waited until he was alone. Blaise then broke the rest of the armchairs leg and threw it as hard as he could. The leg collided with the mantle on fireplace, breaking off a corner. Blaise stopped and just stared at his room. Almost everything was in left debris. Blaise felt stupid for taking his anger out on his belongings, when he should be confronting Draco on being a colossal arse. Blaise waved his wand. The reparo spell caused everything to rapidly fly around and be put back together. Blaise rarely got angry like this. Blaise cooled down, but was still furious at Draco. Wanting to confront Draco, Blaise apparated to the Malfoy's front gates. He walked through the stoned walkway, until he made his way to the front door. Blaise didn't even knock. He whipped out his wand and casted Alohomora at the doors. The door swung open wide as he invited himself in. It was later in the day. The sun had set. Narcissa came out from one of the side entryways, dressed in a robe.
"Blaise? What in Merlin's name are you doing here?" Narcissa's hair was released into light curls from being in a bun all day.
"Where is he?" Blaise hissed. Narcissa backed away, scared that the way Blaise was acting.
"Why are you here?" Narcissa asked. She noticed the firm grip, Blaise had on his wand.
"Expelliarmus!" She shouted. Blaise wand went flying into the air.
"I didn't need it." He told her as he hiked upstairs. Blaise headed straight for the west wing where Draco's bedroom was. Blaise located Draco's door and barged right in. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Draco sitting in an armchair with an ice pack covering his groin.
Blaise wanted to laugh at the sight of his friend but he wanted to stay angry with him.
"Ugh, that girlfriend of yours packs a punch, mate." Draco said readjusting the ice.
"What the hell did you do to her? She came to me crying!"
"She was crying?" Draco looked amused, "So much for the saying, 'Words will never hurt me'."
Blaise retained a straight face, "What. The. Hell. Did. You. Do." Blaise emphasized very word as Draco raised his brow.
"I told her the facts. She a fucking Mudblood."
"You're a real piece of work. Do you even realize how much of a twat you are?"
"I'm a twat? I did nothing but state the obvious."
"And what is your definition of 'the obvious'." Blaise had his fist clenched tight as he glared at Draco. Draco didn't even notice the signs, "The obvious being she is nothing but filth. Why her? You could have any other pureblood witch but you go for the Mudblood." Blaise lost it. Blaise ran over and tackled Draco to the ground.
"What the hell! Get off me!" Draco yelled trying to push Blaise off of him, while still trying to protect his family jewels.
"Don't you ever. And I mean ever call Hermione a Mudblood ever again." Blaise had Draco pinned to the floor as he punched him repeatedly. Draco tried to knee Blaise, but ended up hurting himself more. Draco took the punches until he finally was able to push Blaise off him. Blaise roll on his stomach and went back to a fighting stance.
"What the hell, I thought we were mates!" Draco yelled. Blaise looked at Draco in disgust. "Why did you take her side all the sudden?"
Draco found the discarded ice pack and reapplied it, "Ugh, I think she ruined my baby maker."
"Like we need more of your kids." Blaise said rolling his eyes. Draco turned violently around.
"What did you just say?"
"I said, 'Like we need more of your kids'". Hearing it twice caused Blaise to freeze. He couldn't believe he just said that.
"More? What do you mean more?" Draco came closer. Blaise backed up slowly.
"You know it's a funny story..."
Draco was not amused, "Zabini." Draco warned, "What do you know."
"I know nothing at all. I promised that I wouldn't say anything." Blaise said remembering what he promised Hermione
"Well tough shit, now tell me."
"I can't. I promised her I wouldn't say anything."
"Her? Who the hell are you talking about?" Draco wanted to know.
"Fuck, I can't say more than I already said."
"You haven't said enough."
"It's not my place to tell."
"For fucks sake, just say it." Draco began to get irritated.
"I want to tell you but, she might actually kill me, for letting this slip out."
"Letting what slip out?"
"Your child."
"My child. I don't have any children, nor have I impregnated a woman." That was made clear at the hospital.
"Yes, you have, but because of your blood prejudice ways, you'll never know the child."
"Wait... Are you talking about Granger?"
Blaise sighed in defeat, "Yes."
"But that's your kid."
Blaise sighed again, "The kid isn't mine. I said it to protect her."
"Protect her from what?"
Blaise was trying not to reveal anymore, "It doesn't matter."
"You're right, it doesn't matter." Blaise was surprised at Draco's answer, "Because the kid isn't mine." Draco told him. Blaise looked at Draco, "What are you talking about, of course it yours."
"No it's not." Draco told him, "I never would sleep with a..."
"A what? A Mudblood, as you call her." Blaise sneered.
"Yes, a Mudblood. I would never touch her. Who would want to touch her? Let alone have a child with her."
Blaise punched Draco in the arm. Draco placed his hand on the spot where Blaise punched him. He winced in pain.
"Fuck!" Draco hissed in pain. "What the fuck are you made of? Boulders?"
"I told you not to call her Mudblood."
"But she is a-" Blaise already had his fist positioned to punch again, "Ugh, I'll just call her Granger then." Draco said rub the red spot.
"So what are you going to do now?" Blaise asked him.
"What do you mean?"
"Now that you know about Hermione, what are you going to do?" Draco moved his ice pack to his shoulder to relieve the sting.
"I am not going to do anything, because it's not true."
Blaise wanted to throw something, "Yes it is! I am your best mate, I wouldn't lie to you!"
"But you would keep secrets from me, if what you say it's true."
"She told me not to tell!" Blaise told Draco.
"So best friend of fifteen years decides to protect random girl he just met than tell his best friend."
"You would know it's the fucking truth, if you weren't drunk the night you slept with her!"
"I don't ever recall, drunken one nights stands. Yes maybe my drunken nights with that cheating whore Astoria."
"Think about it. Hermione is five months along. When she conceived it was the night of your party."
Draco tried to recall what happened that night. "That night is all a blur. I was really out of it that night. But I am sure if I did sleep with her, don't you think there would be an awkward next morning encounter? One thing I do remember is my bed was empty when I awoke and that was early."
"Don't you believe me?" Blaise asked
Draco looked straight into Blaise's eyes, "No."
"Then I am done here." Blaise said going to the door.
Draco watched as Blaise walked out of his room. Blaise walked downstairs and went to Narcissa.
"Can I have my wand black please." Blaise said with a blank expression.
Narcissa handed him his wand. "Bla-"
Blaise apparated away to the first place his mind wonder off to. He found himself in Hermione's flat. Hermione heard the crack, and walked curiously towards him.
"Blaise, what are you doing here. It's the middle of the night." Hermione said motioning to the grandfather clock in the living room.
"Mione I screwed up." Blaise said slightly afraid.
"What did you do?"
"WellafterIleftIwentonadestructiverampageinmyroom. ThenIwenttoDraco'sandwegotintoanaltercation. AndIaccidentlytoldhimthatyouarepregnantwithhischild." Blaise said quickly.
"I didn't catch that. Can you slow down?"
Blaise gulped and did as Hermione said. "After I left you, I went home and went on a destructive rampage in my bedroom. Then went to Draco's and we sort of fought."
"You guys fought for what!" Hermione interrupted.
"He called you a mudblood, saying that out of all the pureblood witches, why I chose you. But on another note when I arrived he had an ice pack on his groin. I had to resist laughing at how he looked."
Hermione smiled, as she was the cause of his pain. She motioned Blaise to continue with his story.
"We got into a fight because of that. Then I accidentally told him that he's the father of your baby."
"You what!" Blaise cowered back from the sound of her yelling.
"It slipped out, I didn't realize what I said until he asked me to repeat it." Blaise said trying to protect himself.
"Blaise how can you do something like this. I wanted him to hear it from me, the mother of his child, not his best friend."
"Hermione I'm so sorry. I didn't think that it would happen."
"Okay. What did he say when you told him."
"He says that it's not his, and that he would never sleep with you."
"I knew that he would do that. Why should I have thought any different." A small rogue tear escaped.
"Mione?" Blaise wiped the tear away, and picked her chin up. "Are you mad that I told Draco?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not mad, but I can't forgive you over the fact that you broke a promise. I can never forget that. Right now I think that it would be best if you leave." Hermione left to her room and casted the Colloportus charm to seal her door. Blaise watched Hermione turn from him, and went home.
Draco sat down on one of the armchairs; he couldn't believe Blaise would tell him such a lie. As if he would touch a bookworm like herself. But he couldn't shake the thought of it. He then thought back to the tapestry.
"How could it say that I have a child if Astoria's unborn baby wasn't even mine? How is that even possible?"
Draco decided to have another look at the tapestry, just to be clear that he has no children.
It was late, and his mother was asleep. Even though the manor is big, if you make a slight noise it echoes throughout the whole house.
He quietly snuck downstairs to where the tapestry was to have a quick look. As he arrived to his desired destination, he was in shock to find that it was moved. He couldn't call a house elf, because his mother lets the elves rest through the night.
"Where is it?" Draco asked himself. He tried to think of all the places it could be, he checked the library, his father's study, the attic, the cellar. Draco couldn't find the tapestry anywhere. He was just about to give up, when he came across a locked door.
"That's strange. The doors aren't ever locked." Draco said in a quiet voice. Draco remembered his mother unlocking the whole manor after the war, just to make sure there were no secrets lurking about.
"Alohomora."
Draco heard the lock twist. The door opened but inside it was empty except for bare bookshelves, a desk, and chair. Draco knew that a locked door always had items that want to be hidden.
"Revelio." Draco watched as the invisible cloak in the room disappears. In the room there were many interesting objects, including the family tapestry.
Draco looked at all the things in the room I awe. He tries to maneuver his way to the tapestry, trying not to trip over the mysterious objects on the floor. He made it to the tapestry, and rolled it out.
He dropped the tapestry as soon as he took a quick look. The tapestry unrolled on the floor and on it shows the golden line to a fetus sucking its thumb. It was older now; months older. It resembled a human now, still deformed, and yet, Draco was drawn to it.
"How is this possible?" The child with titled with Malfoy Heir was still connected to Draco.
Draco left the room and went to his father's study. Draco knew that Lucius had a pensieve somewhere in the room. He remembered how angry Lucius got when he tried to play with it.
"I hope that what Blaise told me is just a lie. But after seeing the baby I have to question it."
Draco crossed the manor silently and began to look around in the office trying to look for the pensieve. Under a beige tarp, a bright florescent blue glowed through. With a swift pull, the tarp came off and revealed the active pensieve, it's misty water swirling like a drain, waiting for memories. Draco swatted at the dust that fell from the tarp and stared at the liquid. His life could very well change with just this one memory. Draco placed the tip of his wand at his temple and with hard concentration thought of the night of his party. After doing the math, Granger was 5 months along and his birthday was the only night where he lacked remembrance... Blaise was right. A silverfish blue cord of memory emerged. Tension coursed through his skull as the memory clung to the wand. Draco held the wand to his face as stared at the strand, it danced through the air like a flag, still connected to the tip of the wand. Draco tapped his wand on the edge of the pensieve and the memory plopped into the water.
With a deep breath, Draco submerged his face in the pensieve. It was a bit fuzzy, probably because of his intoxication that night.
Draco watched a thin Hermione close the door behind her. He saw himself from the past pull out his wand, and cast a contraceptive charm. He anchored his arm so his own wand was pointed towards himself. He thought of contraception, then of sex and then of the sex he would have with Granger in a few minutes. Draco watched a light emerge from his wand. Draco wanted to mentally slap himself. He didn't know what he did, but he didn't cast a contraceptive charm. Draco would've felt the clogging feeling... down there, preventing himself from releasing. Draco then set his wand down and walked into his bedroom.
Hermione was sitting upright on the bed staring at him. Draco watched himself from the past gape at Granger,
"What took you so long?" she asked. Hermione raised her hand in a motion directing him to come forward. Draco watched himself walk slowly over to the edge of the bed where Hermione stood. While sitting on the bed, she was as tall as his torso. She raised her eyes to his, "Come down here." She called to him. Draco lifted her slightly to move her farther up the bed and then climbed next to her. Hermione came closer and kissed him tenderly. She dug her fingers into his hair as she pulled herself to him. So Granger started all this, Draco thought. Draco watched himself grab her hips and use his hand to hitch her leg around his waist as he pulled her closer. Draco stood awkwardly in his bedroom as he watched Granger and himself get it on. Draco wanted to look away, but his eyes didn't even blink. Draco watched himself pull off his robes until he had nothing, but his very tight black boxers. Granger began to open the shirt, but Draco watched himself stop her.
"Allow me." He told her huskily. Draco covered his face in shame, of course he tried to sound sexy.
Draco saw himself unbuttoned the shirt one button at a time, kissing the flesh that showed as he released the shirt. Draco reached the last button and slid the whole shirt off her body and then chucked it across the floor next to her abandoned dress. Both were shirtless, just kissing when Draco asked, "Granger," he began, "are you a virgin?" He asked in between kisses. Hermione laying into the soft pillows raised herself to Draco and kissed him meaningfully, "Why don't you come and find out?" Draco's mouth copied his former self: dropping as she finished her sentence.
"Draco," she told him, "I want you."
Draco's mouth was still open was he watched from the side him and Granger completely naked on his bed.
"Granger?" She nodded pulling him down onto her. Draco laid on her as the made out. Draco took the reins and kissed her forcefully. He instinctively grabbed the lace edges of her underwear and pulled them down to her knees. Hermione used herself to kick them down at the foot of the bed. Draco then held onto the elastic of his, "Granger, are you sure about this?" He asked concerned.
Hermione kissed his lips lightly, "I am positive." No she's not! Draco wanted to scream. Draco wished they could hear him. Didn't they realize what they were doing?
Draco stared at himself pull down his briefs. He too threw them out of sight and then looked at her, "There's no turning back." He told her.
Hermione nodded as he prepared to enter.
"I'll try to be quick." He told her. Hermione closed her eyes and nodded. Draco placed his hands on her hips for support as he went forward. Hermione let out a gasp and then clenched her teeth in pain. White-hot tears emerged from her closed eyes. Draco stood as still as he could, waiting for the pain to subside. Draco covered his mouth in shock as he watched what just happened. Draco could believe who easily he just took her.
After a minute Granger adjusted to him and breathed deeply.
"Okay." She told him. Draco proceeded. The first few Hermione still clenched in pain still adjusting to the friction. Draco moved his hips up and down, moving Hermione in the same way. Draco moved in farther causing Hermione to arch her back. Draco held the small of her back for support. Draco moved faster and faster, causing Hermione to lose any words. Her mouth was open in utter shock mixed with pleasure. He leaned in and kissed her behind the ear and trailed down her body. Draco moved faster. He conditioned his body, watching Hermione wince at his drastic change of speed. Draco wanted to turn away, but it was so strange and beautiful. He didn't remember what this felt like, but watching himself and Granger was breathtaking. He could see passion in his eyes, a passion he never saw or felt when he did it with Astoria or Pansy. It was race of who would let go first. Hermione began to slip. Draco focused trying to release first. He felt a sharpness in his torso.
"Draco!" She nearly screamed. Draco watched in awe. That was it.
They both finished. Both satisfied. Draco watched himself remove from her and saw her wince from his absence. Draco watched himself collapse on top of her. By the time Draco was on his own side of the bed, facing Hermione, he noticed that she has fallen asleep. Draco, who was exhausted, fell asleep within minutes.
Draco pushed back after witnessing himself having sex with Hermione. Draco felt like he was having a panic attack. He just watched himself have sex with Granger of all people. It was some weird version of porn that he enjoyed.
"I used a contraceptive charm. So it's not possible the child is mine."
But since it was Draco very own memory he could feel and think just like the night it happened.
"While I was doing the charm, I was thinking about Granger. So maybe it is possible that I messed up the charm to where it didn't work."
Draco began to pace around the room, thinking of Hermione and the baby, the baby that could very well be his.
There is a possibility that the baby is mine. I can't tell mother. She'd take this too seriously and make me marry her. Draco learned his lesson with Astoria. Draco wouldn't mention it to Narcissa. He had to confront Hermione. Draco rolled the tapestry up and kept it with him. He has a child out there, that is for sure, but how can he be sure that Granger is even pregnant with his child. Yes, he has to admit he slept with her, but the probability that she conceived the one and only time they had sex is not very high. Draco snuck back up to his bedroom, hiding the tapestry, in a hidden corner of his room. He wanted to keep it to see his child develop as the pregnancy proceeds. Draco hoped that as it grew it would reveal features of its mother, giving him clues on if it was actually Grangers. Draco wanted to confront Hermione and curb this ridiculous idea Blaise planted in his mind. He couldn't get out the hateful look she gave him as she left. Draco suddenly remembered her words. "'I have something I need to tell you.'"
Author's Note: The truth has been revealed! Yay! We know that you guys wanted Hermione to tell Draco about the baby. So far Draco assumes that there is a possibly that it might not be his.
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