Summary:
A Secret relationship, an obliviation and an accidental pregnancy. A story in which Draco unknowingly left a piece of himself growing within his lover before obliviating her of their relationship.
Notes:
Hello, I've been working on this idea for a while now and have most of the story written which is unusual for me. I usually only write chapters as inspiration strikes which is why I have lots of WIP'S. This fic however seemed to flow straight from my brain and onto the screen. The main bulk of the story is written and I am currently working on the final couple of chapters and epilogue. I have been writing it for a few months and thought I'd start posting it. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I have liked writing it.
Chapter One: The Beginning
Harry Potter had kept many secrets throughout the years, but one secret haunted him as he lay awake in their tent. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see the memories of the night Dumbledore died. For a moment he and Draco Malfoy had been alone, in a corridor, away from Order members and Death Eaters alike and it was that memory that haunted him each night:
"How could you do this to her," he'd asked his childhood nemesis, in response a look of pure pain had crossed Malfoy's face at his words and his enemy's already pale complexion had become more ashen than he'd ever seen it, even more so than it had been when he'd lain in a pool of his own blood, close to death on the floor of Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom earlier in the year.
"Because I love her," the youngest Death Eater of their generation had spoken brokenly.
"Funny way of showing you love her, joining Voldemort," he had spat, disgusted at the boy's words, letting Death Eaters into a school, and joining up with those who wanted to destroy everyone like her was no way to express love.
"I had no choice," the blonde had responded, his voice hollow and grey eyes glassy.
"You always have a choice," a new voice had spoken sounding small and choked, nothing like its usual strong confidence. The owner of the voice, Hermione appeared, dropping his invisibility cloak at her feet, her hair was raggedy, her eyes red and puffy, she had dust, dirt, and blood on the pyjamas she was wearing, and she'd looked so small and defeated to Harry's eye's.
"I don't love," Draco faulted, his wand that had been pointed at Harry wobbling in his hand as his eye's met Hermione's.
"Let me help you," she'd pleaded, Hermione was crying, he'd always hated seeing his best friend cry. She'd fallen for the wrong guy and all he'd been able to do was to stand by and watch as her heart broke.
"I'll always love you Little Dove," Malfoy had spoken, Hermione had then stumbled towards him, falling into Malfoys embrace, sobbing hysterically into the Death Eaters dark robes, He'd watched as the Slytherin raised his left arm, wrapping it tightly around Hermione, Malfoy clutching her to his chest tightly while tears streamed down the blonde's hollow face.
"Please stay," she had begged him desperately, Harry had then watched as Malfoy raised his wand to Hermione's temple, his hand shaking more than it ever had when pointed at his own chest moments before. Harry had stiffened unable to defend his friend from attack, her body standing between them like a protective shield for the Death Eater that she loved.
"Obliviate," Malfoy had spoken the word, his voice choked, he'd then watched on as Hermione froze, suddenly silent in the blondes embrace.
"What did you do," Harry had gasped, the last time he'd seen that spell used Lockheart had ended up in a long-term ward at St Mungo's. Malfoy lent forward, kissing the top of Hermione's head, and stepped away from Hermione. He hadn't known what to do in that moment, gobsmacked that Malfoy would wipe the memories of the woman he claimed to love.
"It's better that she doesn't remember what we were to each other, it's easier that she doesn't remember. I don't expect to survive this war Potter, but I will do everything in my power to ensure that she does, even if I have to be on the wrong side of all of this to ensure her survival. Take care of her Potter, please keep her safe. Once all of this is over, she needs to be alive and well, she needs to live a long and happy life, even if I'm not in it," Malfoy had spoken to him passionately, brokenly, if there had ever been a doubt about how Malfoy felt for Hermione, it had shattered in that moment, the Slytherin loved her enough to leave her so long as she was safe and happy. The crying blonde had kissed the crown of Hermione's head a final time and moved away from her, retreating down the corridor, and disappearing out of sight as he rounded a corner.
Hermione did not move, still as a statue she was as Harry approached her. When he could see her face, he could see that she was stood with her eyes closed, a single tear running down her rosy cheek.
"Hermione," he had asked her quietly, settling his hand on her shoulder. Slowly she had opened her eyes, blinking them repeatedly in a way that reminded him eerily of Luna.
"Harry what happened," she had asked, sounding confused, "why am I crying," she'd continued, raising her hand to wipe at her bloodshot eyes.
"You were hit by a Confundus Curse, Death Eaters are in the castle, it's been an emotional night," he'd told her, Hermione nodding in understanding, had taken one wobbly step down the corridor in the direction Malfoy had gone.
"I don't feel right," she'd told him, he'd then wrapped an arm around her shoulders and directed her down the corridor in the opposite direction, away from the man who had taken away her memories.
"Let's get you to the Hospital Wing," he'd suggested, Hermione had nodded, tears still gathered in her eyes for a love that she could not remember.
He'd told Madam Pomfrey of the Obliviation, the healer had winced and shook her head, telling him there was nothing she could do. They were lucky that the hurried Obliviation hadn't shattered Hermione's mind. Madam Pomfrey had told him, that it was in Hermione's best interest to not know that she'd had the memories of an entire relationship removed from her. The healer had said that perhaps they could' restore her memories, if the spell had been cast with a trigger word in mind but it seemed unlikely that would be the case and besides the only person who would know if there was a trigger word had fled the castle with the other Death Eaters.
As such Harry had kept it secret. As far as Hermione or anyone else had known, she'd been hit by the Confundus Curse during the battle. Throughout Dumbledore's Funeral, his stay at the Dursley's and his time at the Weasleys before the wedding was attacked, Harry kept silent on Hermione's Obliviation, but then came a dilemma.
You see Harry had his suspicion that Malfoy hadn't left Hermione alone. Dumbledore had died on the 30th of June and by August Hermione had come down with a sickness. At first, he and Ron thought it might have been the fish and mushrooms they'd been eating, perhaps they didn't sit well in Hermione's stomach. The sickness persisted however, Hermione couldn't keep anything down, it was worrying when she hadn't had much in her system to begin with, and she'd began losing weight rapidly.
"Do you think that git got her pregnant," Ron whispered to him one evening. Both of them were sat on watch outside the tent while Hermione laid asleep inside.
"You knew about them," Harry asked shocked.
"Of course I did, she's our best friend," Ron continued.
"I hope he didn't, he obliviated her," he whispered, sharing the secret he'd harboured since the end of June.
"He did what," Ron hissed.
"I think it was his way of keeping her safe, she can't remember anything of their relationship," Harry responded.
"We need to look after her," Ron whispered, the sound of retching came from within the tent, Harry grimaced and rose to his feet, slipping back into the tent to fetch Hermione a glass of water.
Together, he and Ron took care of her the best they could. They suspected she was pregnant and gave her extra food. They'd snuck into Muggle towns, getting decent high nutritional foods, and ensured Hermione's plate was piled much higher than either of theirs.
The next sign that Hermione was carrying Malfoy's spawn was that her breasts ached, she didn't tell them expressly but more than once they caught her rubbing them discreetly and wincing, they also noticed that she'd stopped wearing a bra.
Then came the bump, small and round but undeniably there. Hermione was still struggling to keep food down; it was September now and she had lost weight everywhere except for her stomach that had begun to swell. She'd also been experiencing mood swings, one minute she'd be laughing, then angry, then crying, it was like when she got her period but a thousand times worse.
"We need to tell her," Ron whispered, they were sat outside the tent again, while Hermione read in her bunk.
"I know," Harry nodded, together they stepped into the tent.
"Hermione, we need to speak to you," Ron spoke his voice gentle and soothing.
"Are you okay," Hermione asked, looking up worriedly at his tone.
"We are, can we sit with you," Harry asked quietly, Hermione nodded, and he and Ron sat down on the bed, on either side of her.
"You guys are worrying me," she whispered.
"Hermione, we need to tell you something and it isn't easy," Ron started, he took her hand that was closest to his in his own, holding it securely in a supporting fashion.
"You really are worrying me," she spoke, her voice a whisper.
"Do you remember when I told you that you'd been hit by a Confundus Charm the night Dumbledore died," Harry asked, Hermione nodded, "I lied Hermione, you were Obliviated," he told her quietly, looking into her chocolate eyes that were filling with tears.
"I what, no, I, who," she asked shaking her head.
"You fell in love with someone on the other side," Ron told her, pulling her against his chest as she began to cry. The ginger wizard rubbed her back soothingly.
"Who obliviated me," she asked quietly, "who did I love," she questioned.
"Malfoy," Harry supplied.
"No, I couldn't, he's a Death Eater," she shook her head, pulling away from Ron.
"I don't know all the details of the relationship, but you loved him and wanted him to stay, he Obliviated you to keep you safe," Harry told her quietly.
"How is obliviating me keeping me safe, for months I've felt like I was going crazy, like there are gaps in my memory," she told them.
"I wanted to tell you as soon as it happened, but Madam Pomfrey suggested it would be in your best interest not to tell you about the Obliviation," he told her.
"Then why are you telling me now," she asked, looking between he and Ron quizzingly.
"Hermione love, we think you might be pregnant," Ron spoke, his voice soft and delicate, Hermione let out a bubble of laughter.
"What," she asked her eyes were wide and wild looking.
"You've been sick a lot lately, your breasts have been tender, your stomach is swelling, and you've been rather hormonal, experiencing mood swings," Harry listed the symptoms he and Ron had observed.
"I can't be, I'm a virgin," she told him, Harry winced.
"I don't think you are love; we have a Muggle Pregnancy test for you to take," he told her, her eyes were watering again.
"But what if I am pregnant, we're living in a tent," she whispered.
"We'll figure something out," Ron told her, Harry rose to his feet and retrieved the pregnancy test, he'd grabbed on his last trip to Tesco.
"You have our support, whatever you choose to do," he told her. Reluctantly, Hermione went into the small magical bathroom, and urinated on the test before bringing it back out and setting it down on the bed, all three of them watched it, Hermione crying while both of them held her, trying to comfort her as two lines appeared on the test.
"I'm pregnant," she whispered, her voice sounded broken, so unlike the powerful witch he knew her to be, he and Ron held her tighter, cocooning the female member of their trio between them as she sobbed uncontrollably.
