The Snake, The Witch, and The Weasley

A/N: Okay, I think the first chapter didn't get much response because it was a little confusing, so here's another chapter, and hopefully it'll make a little more sense and people will review more!

The Witch

Hermione sat hard on the floor of the bathroom. She stared angrily at the cup of foul-coloured potion sitting innocently on the sink and she felt sick for two reasons. The first reason was that she had just lost her breakfast to the porcelain god. The second reason was far more complicated.

When she had lost her breakfast for the third morning in a row and felt as though she did not have any other symptoms indicating some sickness or illness such as the flu or mad cow disease, she let herself hope that the day that she had always been waiting for had finally come.

She performed a weak diagnostic spell that she had been using for years to indicate whether or not she had gotten her wish.

The little orb above her belly had turned green. After five years of it being clear, it had finally turned green. She was pregnant at last. She was so excited that she had run straight into her bedroom and woken her husband from his peaceful slumber and told him the amazing news. He was almost as excited as she was. They had smiled, and laughed, and cried, and then made love more passionately than they had in years.

He had left for work soon after, and since Hermione had the day off, she had decided to begin re-reading the parenting books that she had bought when she had first gotten married. In one, she found a potion that would tell her the sex of the baby.

She excitedly grabbed all of her ingredients together and began brewing the potion, which would take a day to brew. The next morning, she put some in a cup, and squeezed in a drop of thick red blood. The potion turned pink. This was a natural reaction to the mother’s DNA, the book said.

Now she needed to add the father’s DNA. She dropped in a short strand of dark red hair and that’s when everything had gone to shit.

The potion will remain pink if the foetus is female. It will become blue if the foetus is male. If the potion becomes brownish-green, then the two specimens of DNA added are not the genetic donors of the foetus.

The potion was a nasty brownish-green colour, and this meant only one thing. It was not the sweet lovemaking between her and her husband that had created the child growing in her womb. This could only mean that it had been the passionate, lustful, and undeniably desirable fucking between herself and Draco Malfoy that could have created it.

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Two months ago, she had been at a birthday party for Pansy and Blaise Zabini’s daughter, Cara. The party was a success and everyone who was anyone was there. Hermione had attended alone, however, because her husband had had an important conference to attend.

She had been becoming more and more depressed in the past few years about not being able to have children, and though she and her husband still made love, every time they finished, she felt a stabbing pain of disappointment knowing that no new life was being created.

It was when Pansy had picked up her two-year-old daughter and hugged her happily and kissed her cheek with all of her motherly affection that Hermione knew that she couldn’t be at this party much longer.

Ever since the war had ended, Hermione had known, after seeing all of that death and destruction, that she wanted to do something good and create new life in this world. She wanted so badly to be a mother, and when she and her husband had married a few years after the end of the war, they began trying for children.

But it had been five years, and after five years of only seeing that clear orb glowing over her stomach, she knew in her heart that she was sterile. And seeing that affection between mother and daughter that she knew that she would never experience made her eyes tear up in an instant.

She had run for any empty room that she could find. The first one that she came upon was Blaise’s office. She ran in and slammed the doors shut behind her. Immediately, her eyes beheld the liquor cabinet. She opened the doors quickly and poured herself a shot of Ogden’s Old. It was like fire pouring down her throat. She took another, and another. Finally, she filled a rock glass with Scotch and added a couple ice cubes.

She slowly sipped it as she walked around the room, her eyes burning with tears. She put her hand over her stomach and began crying harder.

She was startled when a clear voice asked, ‘Are you okay, Granger?’ She turned and saw that Draco Malfoy was sitting relaxed on the small sofa in the study.

‘My name hasn’t been Granger for five years now, Malfoy.’

‘Ah, yes. I had forgotten,’ he said sarcastically. ‘Are you okay, Mrs Weasley?’

She wanted to act strong and tell him to fuck off, but it actually seemed like there was some sincerity in his voice when he had asked her if she was okay. ‘Why should I tell you?’ she asked, it was not snide, but a genuine question.

‘Believe it or not, Granger, I’m not as terrible of a person as I like people to believe. I’ve known you since you were eleven, and I haven’t seen you this upset since Halloween first year.’

She started crying harder at that and sat down next to him on the sofa. She started spilling her guts, telling him everything that was bothering her. The alcohol definitely helped her along with that.

At one point, she realised how close she had gotten to him, and that one of his hands was on her leg and the other on the small of her back, and he was faced fully towards her and listening intently to every word she had to say.

Finally, she trailed off about Pansy and Cara, and Draco sighed and looked like he was about to say something, but Hermione just put a finger over his lips. ‘You don’t have to say anything,’ she said. ‘Thank you for listening, that’s what I really needed.’

He nodded as she took the finger off his lips and she could do nothing but stare at them. ‘Thank you,’ she said again and leaned forward to kiss him. He resisted for a split second, but then groaned and kissed her with a passion that she had never experienced.

They fucked on the sofa. It wasn’t angry or hurtful or humiliating, but it definitely was not the lovemaking that she shared with her husband.

He took her roughly, but she knew that he wouldn’t hurt her. He made sure that she came, sucking on her nipples and finding her clit with his fingers. And when he finished, he stayed atop her and inside her, calming his breath with his head on her chest, tongue flicking out against her left nipple every so often.

‘Thank you,’ she had said again.

He looked up at her. ‘Granger, I’m far from being done with you.’

After they dressed, she floo-ed her husband to let him know she would be staying at Pansy’s for the night, and then Draco apparated them to his manor. They didn’t make it out of the foyer before Draco took her against a wall. They made it to his bedroom for a third time before she finally passed out. But she had been woken up the next morning with him inside her again.

It was an incredible night, one that had not been repeated, though he had cornered her two other times (at her office and at a changing room in Diagon Alley), and who was she to resist?

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She didn’t love Draco Malfoy. She loved her husband. Her sweet but strong, muscular but romantic husband, even if it wasn’t the best sex in the world.

But now she knew she would lose him. She would have to tell him, because her husband’s red hair and brown eyes would not resemble the blonde haired, grey-eyed baby that she was sure to have with Malfoy.

Why had she gotten herself into this mess? Yes, she had been a bit drunk at first, but she had definitely not been drunk the following morning when she had screamed his named over and over again.

Maybe deep down she had been hoping to get pregnant. Maybe she wanted to be sure that it was not her that was sterile. And now here she was, married to a Weasley and yet impregnated by a Malfoy. How could that combination be any worse?

In the end, she decided that she would have to tell her husband, but that she couldn’t tell him who the actual father of her child was.

A/N: Hope the story makes a little more sense now. Next chapter: The Weasley.