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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
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9,649
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Onward to Diagon Alley
Draco awoke Thursday morning at 7:00 am as he always did. Being an Unspeakable at the Ministry was a wonderful, high paying job with short hours and Draco was thoroughly pleased by that. He awoke in his beautiful seaside bedroom and stretched his upper body gently pulling the satin sheets from his half dressed figure, exposing his well-defined arms and torso to the cool morning air that was flooding in through the east facing window. The seaside décor of the room made Draco smile and he gazed up into the vaulted ceilings and skylight that showed how beautiful the sky was out here in the country.
Emilia was carefully tending to the fire, stoking it gently and conjuring the pillows in the sitting area to fluff themselves. Draco watched the house-elf with keen interest. She was new. He had picked her out himself three weeks ago, much to the dismay of Astoria. House-elves were not cheap.
She had been so small and scared; he made sure that the minute she got home with him she knew that she could have anything she wanted. As to not insult her, he let her know that the clothing he would provide for her was not a release statement and that she was able to leave at anytime. Emilia had been skeptical at first, but when Draco explained that it was like a uniform he wanted her to wear; she considered it part of her duty to wear the nice work clothes the Malfoys provided for her. Draco planned on having Emilia accompany him to his meeting with Hermione.
“Emmy, I would like to have a word if I could.”
The small elf was not startled. She had heard Master Malfoy get out of the bed and new he would be requesting something soon. She turned and faced him, bowing slightly and approaching him. Draco bent down to his knees to make sure she didn’t feel threatened.
“Emmy, I would like for you to accompany me this afternoon to a meeting I have with an old family friend. We will leave at precisely 11:30 and apparate outside the Leaky Cauldron. I would like for you, if you wouldn’t mind, to dress in the nice winter robes Master Scorpius left for you.”
The house-elf smiled softly and nodded. Her voice was squeaky, with a mild husky tone to it. She was younger than the other female house-elves in his home and she had a very accepting and dutiful personality. She had also taken a great liking to Scorpius and enjoyed leaving fresh fruit and sweets in his room during the summer months. She responded rather cautiously, having noticed her master being very temperamental as of late.
“Yes Sir Master Malfoy. Emilia would like that very much sir.”
Draco smiled and started toward the bath, but was stopped by a sudden intervention by Emilia.
“Sir. Please don’t be angry with Emilia, but Emilia has something she must tell you.”
“Yes?”
“Emilia will be expecting a little one in eight weeks time sir.”
Draco smiled and walked over toward his house-elf and bent down again. She backed up fearfully, remembering how her past masters had made her box her ears and such.
“Has Emilia angered you sir, Master Malfoy?”
“No Emilia. I am very pleased to hear you are expecting. Make sure when we go out you bundle up nice and warm, alright dear?”
Emilia nodded and bowed again, but Draco lifted her chin up and she stared back horrified.
“Please Master Malfoy! Emilia will punish herself sir! Please don’t hit Emilia sir!”
“Emmy, I’m not going to hit you. I just wanted to tell you, and this is an order, you are no longer allowed to bow until after the baby is born. Do I make myself clear?”
The small elf nodded and rubbed her stomach gently. Draco suddenly had a thought.
“Emilia Narcissa Malfoy! Who is the father?”
The small elf looked startled at his use of the full name he had given her, but smiled nervously to herself when she answered him.
“It is Jeffery sir.”
“Well, I’ll make sure I give Jeffery my congratulations then. You may go about cleaning the rest of the room if you wish, but after you finish with this room you must go and dress warmly and rest until I come and retrieve you. Understood?”
“Yes Master Malfoy. Emilia understands.”
And with that Draco marched soundly into the bathroom and began his morning routine. It would be nice to have children in this stuffy old house again, even if it was a house-elf baby. Ever since the war had ended, Draco had learned to appreciate the wonders of House-Elves and respected them just as he would human servants. He tried his best to treat all fifteen of the elves he had in the house with the same care he would want them to have on his own son. Draco chuckled. Emilia. Three weeks and it looks like she has become quite adjusted for herself.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
“ROSALIND MINERVA WEASLEY!! YOU WILL STOP MOPING AROUND THIS HOUSE AND GO OUTSIDE WITH THE BOYS THIS INSTANT!!”
Molly Weasley’s voice echoed throughout the house and made everything shake including the rafters which were simply falling down by the minute. Molly was carefully stirring another batch of pancake mix as the food was going rather rapidly with everyone staying at her home for the Christmas Holiday. It was 7:00 am on Thursday morning.
Bill and Fleur had come to stay bringing Victoire, Dominique and Louis with them. Something had come up and they needed to have their cottage fumigated to eliminate an infestation of what Charlie liked to call “little buggers.” Although the family of five was unexpected, at least Victoire and Dominique who were 17 and 15 years of age were old enough to help Molly around the house. Louis was 10 and a boy, so like all the other boys and children he was sent outside with the others.
Charlie had come with his new flame Rodriguez, who was an ambassador from the Wizarding world in Spain. Although Arthur did not necessarily approve of the pairing, it was a blessing to them that Charlie had found someone to share his interests in for the first time in his life. Plus maybe this way there wouldn’t be anymore children adding to the commotion that already threatened to tear the house down.
Percy and Audrey had come, tattered from their constant fighting with Molina and Lucille, who Molly affectionately called Mollie and Lucy. That couple was set in stone for something bad to happen especially since she was a pure-blood of the Potter line herself. She was some distant removed relative of Harry. Audrey was the only daughter-in-law Molly absolutely could not bear to be around, but here she was tending to the gardens and helping the older woman care for the bundle of children. Molly was 16 and Lucy was 13 and both girls were much too mature for their age.
George and Angelina had come with their two kids George, nicknamed menace by his grandmother, and Roxanne who was the same age as Lucy and James. Georgie was 14 years old and already reminded Molly of the twins when they were his age. His black hair was smooth and his dark skin made him stand out against the red haired, pale skinned children rampaging through the house. He was indeed his father’s son with the personality of a mischievous cat and the willingness to continue with his father’s work and become a joke master. Roxanne Weasley was a different story. Roxie was beautiful with her mother’s dark skin and radiant black hair that her mother had curled and decorated with Egyptian beads that Bill had sent them for Roxanne’s 13th birthday. She was wildly ambitious and had a strong will for education and Quidditch just like her mother.
James and Albus had returned back from the holidays to enjoy the company of their younger sister Lily and also to help Rose, Hugo and Freddy cope with the loss of their father, the boys’ uncle. It was Rose who had taken it the worst. Hermione had not told her about Ron’s death, but Rose had found out from Professor Longbottom in Herbology class and hadn’t believed it. It was when her Grandmother broke the news to her in her letter that everything came flooding back and Rose had locked herself up in the attic room they had built for the boys and came out only to eat dinner and cry during family time. Hermione was at her wits end trying to think of some way to comfort the young girl, but again to no avail. She felt like she had done a grave and terrible thing by not telling Rose about Ron’s death and because of this Hermione was losing her only daughter.
The boys, Hugo and Freddy, had already become more accustomed to life without their father and played hide and go seek with Lily, Louis, Albus, James, Lucy, Roxie, and Georgie on the large lawn while their parents tried to cope with the grieving widow and child. Victoire, Dominique, Teddy, and Molina were busy at work in the kitchen with Molly helping to conjure up the remains of breakfast while Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Rodriguez and Harry sat in the living room sipping their morning coffee and talking about the events of the past week from work to Astoria Malfoy getting the kiss and how Draco had disowned his wife at her own trial.
Fleur, Percy, Audrey, Hermione, Andromeda and Angelina sat in the kitchen watching Molly and the others prepare the meal while George and Ginny played outside with the children. The house was pretty much as quiet as any house with 28 Witches and Wizards in it as a house could be. Rose was still moping upstairs, refusing to wake up and greet the day like the rest of them had.
“ROSE! BREAKFAST IS READY AND UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO RUN UP THERE AND DRAG YOU DOWNSTAIRS BY THAT FLAMING RED HAIR OF YOURS!!”
Molly Weasley’s voice struck again and sent a stream of fear down the spines of everyone standing within a mile of her. There was a large amount of shuffling from the attic room during the mass silence that had ensued and a door slammed several floors up.
“Maybe she will finally come out of that bedroom.”
Hermione thought aloud.
“If she doesn’t I’ll send Harry up to go drag her down.”
Molly responded. Harry laughed at this statement and drank a large gulp of his coffee.
“I’d sooner face another pack of Death Eaters than try to calm a teenage girl. Really I would.”
Rose appeared at the top of the staircase, her long mane of violent red hair tamed back in a soft wave and it was as thick as her mother’s. Rose had warm honey brown eyes and freckles to accent the pale of her face which was unusually white. Her eyes were tear-stained and she was stilled dressed in a little blue nightgown.
“About time you came downstairs. What have you been up to?”
Rose looked into the eyes of her uncle and smiled. He met her with his olive green eyes and ushered for her to go to him. Rose walked, stiffly, toward Harry and curled up in his lap. Harry offered her a bite of egg and ham omelet and then waited for the conversation to continue. Hermione was the first one to speak.
“Rosalind, I’m going to Diagon Alley, I’m sure you know who I am going to be meeting there, but I wanted to know if you would like to go with me?”
Rose’s eyes lit up and she nodded slightly.
“Then it’s settled. I want you to put on your warmest winter clothes and bundle up. We will leave at precisely 11:30.”
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
“Bye Dad! Tell Mrs. Weasley to tell Rose I said hi!”
Scorpius ushered his father off as he and Emilia stood in the doorway of Malfoy Manor.
“Scorpio, I want you to do what your grandfather says while I’m gone. I’ll see you when I get home ok?”
“Yes sir.”
Draco bundled himself up in his robes and pulled Emilia closer to him.
“Are you ready Emmy?”
“Emilia is ready, Master Malfoy.”
“You wrapped the bundle of joy up well enough?”
“Yes sir, Master Malfoy.”
“Good, then we’re off!”
And with a swish of his wand and a crack, Draco and Emilia departed for Diagon Alley at precisely 11:30 am.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
“Rose! I said 11:30!”
Hermione was waiting outside the door of the Burrow for her young daughter to come out of the house. It was already 11:39, and Hermione hated being late for anything, especially the coffee date she had been the one to arrange. Another minute passed, but there was no sign of her oldest child. Hermione was getting impatient.
“ROSALIND WEASLEY! RIGHT NOW!!”
Suddenly the front door swung open and Rose came running from the house, flinging her overcoat over her shoulder and doing her best to make it to her mother without tripping over her jeans. Rose grabbed Hermione’s arm and immediately the two girls departed for Diagon Alley at precisely 11:41 am.
Emilia was carefully tending to the fire, stoking it gently and conjuring the pillows in the sitting area to fluff themselves. Draco watched the house-elf with keen interest. She was new. He had picked her out himself three weeks ago, much to the dismay of Astoria. House-elves were not cheap.
She had been so small and scared; he made sure that the minute she got home with him she knew that she could have anything she wanted. As to not insult her, he let her know that the clothing he would provide for her was not a release statement and that she was able to leave at anytime. Emilia had been skeptical at first, but when Draco explained that it was like a uniform he wanted her to wear; she considered it part of her duty to wear the nice work clothes the Malfoys provided for her. Draco planned on having Emilia accompany him to his meeting with Hermione.
“Emmy, I would like to have a word if I could.”
The small elf was not startled. She had heard Master Malfoy get out of the bed and new he would be requesting something soon. She turned and faced him, bowing slightly and approaching him. Draco bent down to his knees to make sure she didn’t feel threatened.
“Emmy, I would like for you to accompany me this afternoon to a meeting I have with an old family friend. We will leave at precisely 11:30 and apparate outside the Leaky Cauldron. I would like for you, if you wouldn’t mind, to dress in the nice winter robes Master Scorpius left for you.”
The house-elf smiled softly and nodded. Her voice was squeaky, with a mild husky tone to it. She was younger than the other female house-elves in his home and she had a very accepting and dutiful personality. She had also taken a great liking to Scorpius and enjoyed leaving fresh fruit and sweets in his room during the summer months. She responded rather cautiously, having noticed her master being very temperamental as of late.
“Yes Sir Master Malfoy. Emilia would like that very much sir.”
Draco smiled and started toward the bath, but was stopped by a sudden intervention by Emilia.
“Sir. Please don’t be angry with Emilia, but Emilia has something she must tell you.”
“Yes?”
“Emilia will be expecting a little one in eight weeks time sir.”
Draco smiled and walked over toward his house-elf and bent down again. She backed up fearfully, remembering how her past masters had made her box her ears and such.
“Has Emilia angered you sir, Master Malfoy?”
“No Emilia. I am very pleased to hear you are expecting. Make sure when we go out you bundle up nice and warm, alright dear?”
Emilia nodded and bowed again, but Draco lifted her chin up and she stared back horrified.
“Please Master Malfoy! Emilia will punish herself sir! Please don’t hit Emilia sir!”
“Emmy, I’m not going to hit you. I just wanted to tell you, and this is an order, you are no longer allowed to bow until after the baby is born. Do I make myself clear?”
The small elf nodded and rubbed her stomach gently. Draco suddenly had a thought.
“Emilia Narcissa Malfoy! Who is the father?”
The small elf looked startled at his use of the full name he had given her, but smiled nervously to herself when she answered him.
“It is Jeffery sir.”
“Well, I’ll make sure I give Jeffery my congratulations then. You may go about cleaning the rest of the room if you wish, but after you finish with this room you must go and dress warmly and rest until I come and retrieve you. Understood?”
“Yes Master Malfoy. Emilia understands.”
And with that Draco marched soundly into the bathroom and began his morning routine. It would be nice to have children in this stuffy old house again, even if it was a house-elf baby. Ever since the war had ended, Draco had learned to appreciate the wonders of House-Elves and respected them just as he would human servants. He tried his best to treat all fifteen of the elves he had in the house with the same care he would want them to have on his own son. Draco chuckled. Emilia. Three weeks and it looks like she has become quite adjusted for herself.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
“ROSALIND MINERVA WEASLEY!! YOU WILL STOP MOPING AROUND THIS HOUSE AND GO OUTSIDE WITH THE BOYS THIS INSTANT!!”
Molly Weasley’s voice echoed throughout the house and made everything shake including the rafters which were simply falling down by the minute. Molly was carefully stirring another batch of pancake mix as the food was going rather rapidly with everyone staying at her home for the Christmas Holiday. It was 7:00 am on Thursday morning.
Bill and Fleur had come to stay bringing Victoire, Dominique and Louis with them. Something had come up and they needed to have their cottage fumigated to eliminate an infestation of what Charlie liked to call “little buggers.” Although the family of five was unexpected, at least Victoire and Dominique who were 17 and 15 years of age were old enough to help Molly around the house. Louis was 10 and a boy, so like all the other boys and children he was sent outside with the others.
Charlie had come with his new flame Rodriguez, who was an ambassador from the Wizarding world in Spain. Although Arthur did not necessarily approve of the pairing, it was a blessing to them that Charlie had found someone to share his interests in for the first time in his life. Plus maybe this way there wouldn’t be anymore children adding to the commotion that already threatened to tear the house down.
Percy and Audrey had come, tattered from their constant fighting with Molina and Lucille, who Molly affectionately called Mollie and Lucy. That couple was set in stone for something bad to happen especially since she was a pure-blood of the Potter line herself. She was some distant removed relative of Harry. Audrey was the only daughter-in-law Molly absolutely could not bear to be around, but here she was tending to the gardens and helping the older woman care for the bundle of children. Molly was 16 and Lucy was 13 and both girls were much too mature for their age.
George and Angelina had come with their two kids George, nicknamed menace by his grandmother, and Roxanne who was the same age as Lucy and James. Georgie was 14 years old and already reminded Molly of the twins when they were his age. His black hair was smooth and his dark skin made him stand out against the red haired, pale skinned children rampaging through the house. He was indeed his father’s son with the personality of a mischievous cat and the willingness to continue with his father’s work and become a joke master. Roxanne Weasley was a different story. Roxie was beautiful with her mother’s dark skin and radiant black hair that her mother had curled and decorated with Egyptian beads that Bill had sent them for Roxanne’s 13th birthday. She was wildly ambitious and had a strong will for education and Quidditch just like her mother.
James and Albus had returned back from the holidays to enjoy the company of their younger sister Lily and also to help Rose, Hugo and Freddy cope with the loss of their father, the boys’ uncle. It was Rose who had taken it the worst. Hermione had not told her about Ron’s death, but Rose had found out from Professor Longbottom in Herbology class and hadn’t believed it. It was when her Grandmother broke the news to her in her letter that everything came flooding back and Rose had locked herself up in the attic room they had built for the boys and came out only to eat dinner and cry during family time. Hermione was at her wits end trying to think of some way to comfort the young girl, but again to no avail. She felt like she had done a grave and terrible thing by not telling Rose about Ron’s death and because of this Hermione was losing her only daughter.
The boys, Hugo and Freddy, had already become more accustomed to life without their father and played hide and go seek with Lily, Louis, Albus, James, Lucy, Roxie, and Georgie on the large lawn while their parents tried to cope with the grieving widow and child. Victoire, Dominique, Teddy, and Molina were busy at work in the kitchen with Molly helping to conjure up the remains of breakfast while Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Rodriguez and Harry sat in the living room sipping their morning coffee and talking about the events of the past week from work to Astoria Malfoy getting the kiss and how Draco had disowned his wife at her own trial.
Fleur, Percy, Audrey, Hermione, Andromeda and Angelina sat in the kitchen watching Molly and the others prepare the meal while George and Ginny played outside with the children. The house was pretty much as quiet as any house with 28 Witches and Wizards in it as a house could be. Rose was still moping upstairs, refusing to wake up and greet the day like the rest of them had.
“ROSE! BREAKFAST IS READY AND UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO RUN UP THERE AND DRAG YOU DOWNSTAIRS BY THAT FLAMING RED HAIR OF YOURS!!”
Molly Weasley’s voice struck again and sent a stream of fear down the spines of everyone standing within a mile of her. There was a large amount of shuffling from the attic room during the mass silence that had ensued and a door slammed several floors up.
“Maybe she will finally come out of that bedroom.”
Hermione thought aloud.
“If she doesn’t I’ll send Harry up to go drag her down.”
Molly responded. Harry laughed at this statement and drank a large gulp of his coffee.
“I’d sooner face another pack of Death Eaters than try to calm a teenage girl. Really I would.”
Rose appeared at the top of the staircase, her long mane of violent red hair tamed back in a soft wave and it was as thick as her mother’s. Rose had warm honey brown eyes and freckles to accent the pale of her face which was unusually white. Her eyes were tear-stained and she was stilled dressed in a little blue nightgown.
“About time you came downstairs. What have you been up to?”
Rose looked into the eyes of her uncle and smiled. He met her with his olive green eyes and ushered for her to go to him. Rose walked, stiffly, toward Harry and curled up in his lap. Harry offered her a bite of egg and ham omelet and then waited for the conversation to continue. Hermione was the first one to speak.
“Rosalind, I’m going to Diagon Alley, I’m sure you know who I am going to be meeting there, but I wanted to know if you would like to go with me?”
Rose’s eyes lit up and she nodded slightly.
“Then it’s settled. I want you to put on your warmest winter clothes and bundle up. We will leave at precisely 11:30.”
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
“Bye Dad! Tell Mrs. Weasley to tell Rose I said hi!”
Scorpius ushered his father off as he and Emilia stood in the doorway of Malfoy Manor.
“Scorpio, I want you to do what your grandfather says while I’m gone. I’ll see you when I get home ok?”
“Yes sir.”
Draco bundled himself up in his robes and pulled Emilia closer to him.
“Are you ready Emmy?”
“Emilia is ready, Master Malfoy.”
“You wrapped the bundle of joy up well enough?”
“Yes sir, Master Malfoy.”
“Good, then we’re off!”
And with a swish of his wand and a crack, Draco and Emilia departed for Diagon Alley at precisely 11:30 am.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
“Rose! I said 11:30!”
Hermione was waiting outside the door of the Burrow for her young daughter to come out of the house. It was already 11:39, and Hermione hated being late for anything, especially the coffee date she had been the one to arrange. Another minute passed, but there was no sign of her oldest child. Hermione was getting impatient.
“ROSALIND WEASLEY! RIGHT NOW!!”
Suddenly the front door swung open and Rose came running from the house, flinging her overcoat over her shoulder and doing her best to make it to her mother without tripping over her jeans. Rose grabbed Hermione’s arm and immediately the two girls departed for Diagon Alley at precisely 11:41 am.