Broken Smile

Broken Smile

Bill and the twins came over on Easter Sunday. Bill was amazed at Hermione’s size and he told her so, but he recovered quickly by telling her that she seemed to project a wonderful glow. The twins on the other hand made fun of Hermione’s weight every chance they got.

Hermione lay on her back, her eyes fluttering open. The early sun shown through the window, and a ray beamed across her, making her glow. Hermione saw her bedroom door open but she though she couldn’t see who entered, she heard little steps patter until they reached her bed.

Hermione turned onto her side and closed her eyes, a smile tugged at heps. ps. She could feel the covers being pulled back and someone climbing in beside her. A little hand touched her arm, and then the other little hand rubbed her face. Hermione felt both of the tiny hands take hold of her cheeks and a soft kiss being placed on her nose.

“Mummy…Mummy.” One of Hermione’s eyes were opened by the little hand. “Mummy, wake up, I know you’re awake,” said a little voice.
Hermione opened her eyes to see a smirk nicely set on her son’s face.
“Don’t smirk; you look just like Draco when you do that,” Hermione told him as she placed a kiss on his forehead. She gathered her small son in her arms and tucked the covers around them.

Hermione awoke. The sun was shining in her eyes so she picked up her wand from the nightstand and gave it a swish to make the curtains slide closed. Her dream was still fresh in her mind but she didn’t really have time to think about it for her stomach started to feel upset. She climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom.

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Charlie lay awake upstairs. He twisted onto his side, then onto his other side, and then onto his back again. “If you don’t stop moving around Charlie, I swear,” Bill threatened. Charlie let out a long sigh and turned back onto his side. “Sorry, I can’t sleep,” Charlie told him.

Bill opened his eyes and looked across at his younger brother. “Why don’t you just talk to her?” Bill asked. Charlie had spent most of Easter Sunday complaining about women and their talents to drive men mad. Bill knew Charlie was only talking about one woman and that small brown-eyed girl was holding his brother in the palm of her hand.

“I can’t; everything is so messed up,” Charlie moaned, sitting up against his headboard. “I really thought she was going to be happy about me moving back.”

“I think she was a little shocked. Hermione’s been through a lot; I’m sure she was very happy about you moving back but I also think she’s scared in case you did all this only for her,” Bill tried to explain.

“I’m not going to lie: I did move back because of Hermione, but it’s also nice to be around you lot and my new job is really challenging,” Charlie explained, rubbing his head.
“Did you tell Hermione all of th Bil Bill asked.
“Yes, I did…then we got into an argument about Malfoy,” Charlie said, making a face when he said Malfoy’s name.

“You’re jealous,” Bill told him with a chuckle. That word ‘jealous’ made Charlie’ ears go red again. “I am not jealous—but I do hate him,” Charlie retorted, becoming more angry because his brother was starting to laugh.
“You’re jealous because Draco gets to spend a lot time with Hermione and you don’t,” Bill said, sitting up and trying to contain his chuckles.

Charlie climbed off his bed and walked over to the window. “Maybe it does piss me off because he gets to spent every day with Hermione, but I don’t trust him—he’s his fathers son,” Charlie said, sounding extremely tried.

“I didn’t like the idea of Draco being around Hermione either, but she seems to trust him. Draco’s not so bad once you get to know him,” Bill informed Charlie. “You should have played Quidditch with us yesterday; the twins even started to like him…”

Charlie made a noise in the back of his throat, which made Bill stop talking.
He continued to look out of the window, and he heard Bill lay back down. Charlie came away from the window and left Bill there sleeping. He made his way to the attic, where his second surprise for Hermione awaited him.

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Hermione carefully climbed out of the bath and wrapped her dressing gown around herself. Draco had been staying in her bedroom so she had to stay with Ginny. Hermione walked across to her bedroom to get some clothes, opening the door quietly to see Draco lying on his side snoring lightly, the bedcovers scatted onto the floor. Hermione walked over to the bed with a small smile on her face; she picked up the covers and placed them back over Draco.

He looked so peaceful, like a child. Hermione could see the similarities between Draco and her son. For the first time in her dreams she saw what her son looked like. The name Titan popped into her mind, which made her smile; she had been trying to think of a good name for awhile.

Hermione sat on the edge of her bed watching Draco sleep; she moved his hair from out of his face. Placing her hand on her stomach, she felt the baby move around. Titan was going to be Draco’s…brother. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that fact.

Draco opened his eyes and smiled at Hermione as his eyes adjusted to the morning sun. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Hermione said, about to stand up. Draco took hold of her hand. “Don’t; sit with me,” Draco said, continuing to hold her hand.

Hermione was going to tell Draco about her dream but then she thought it best not to; he’d probably think she was mad. Then her thoughts drifted to Charlie. She felt so horrible for the things she had said to him; after all, he’d been so supportive to her and all he was asking for was a little support in turn.

“Are you okay?” Draco asked.
“Yeah, just morning sickness,” Hermione explained, rubbing her stomach.
“What time is it?”
“It’s still early; everyone still in bed,” Hermione told him. “I needed some clothes. If you like I could make you some breakfast?” Hermione asked as she stood up and went to her hamper.

Draco pulled back the covers and climbed out of bed. “You can get dressed in here while I take a shower and then I’ll help you with breakfast,” Draco said, walking to the door.
“Draco,” Hermione called.
“Yeah?” he answered, turning back around.
“Here,” she said, throwing a towel to him, which he caught.
“Thanks,” he replied before closing the door.

Hermione made them her favorite breakfast of bacon sandwiches and a mug of tea. Draco tried to help but having a house elf your whole life doesn’t particularly equip a person for life in the kitchen.

Hermione and Draco sat at the kitchen table eating their food.
“Are you and Weasley not talking because of me?” Draco asked all of a sudden. Hermione took a sip of her tea and sighed. “Charlie and I had a disagreement and some things were said…and your name did came up,” Hermione told him truthfully.

“So, he doesn’t like us being friends?” Draco inquired, taking another bite of his sandwich. Hermione took hold of Draco’s hand. “It’s hard for him. Sometimes he gets a little over-protective, which…” Hermione broke off when Charlie walked into the room. His eyes instantly caught sight of their handholding; Hermione let go of Draco’s hand as if she had been scalded.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Charlie said snidely as he made his way to the fridge, taking out some pumpkin juice. Hermione stood up and walked over to Charlie. “Can we talk?” she asked softly while touching his arm. Charlie didn’t look at her; he simply poured himself some juice and made his way out of the kitchen saying, “I’ll be in the attic.”

Hone one looked across at Draco, who shrugged his shoulders. A little while later she made her way to the attic; she needed to talk to him. Soon she would be back at school and probably wouldn’t see Charlie until summer.

Hermione reached the ladder of the attic and carefully climbed to the top to see Charlie sitting by the far window, drawing. She tried to approach quietly but the floorboards prevented her from doing so. Charlie turned around; he didn’t look to surprise to see Hermione. His eyes met hers for a moment and then he looked back out of the window again and continued to draw.

“Charlie…I know you don’t want to talk but I need to know why you’re so angry with me,” Hermione spoke using a soft tone. There was a short silence; all Hermione could do was focus on Charlie’s wavy red hair and hope he would answer her.

“I’m not angry with you…all I am is jealous—remember?” Charlie said using his childish tone again. Hermione held back a giggle and then she took a few steps closer to him. “I’m sorry for calling you jealous; I know you were just looking out for me,” Hermione said, watching his back muscles relax a little. “Good, I’m glad you realized my intentions,” Charlie replied, still full of Weasley stubbornness. Hermione bit her lip to prevent herself from laughing.

“I’m also sorry for not being more supportive of you moving back. I just wanted you to know that you don’t have to just for me; I don’t want you to regret us,” Hermione told him, moving a little closer.

“You should know I would never regret…us,” Charlie said while his heart skipped a beat at the word ‘us’. Hermione approached him slowly; her hands lightly brushed across his shoulders as she walked around so she could look down at him. Their eyes connected. She took the drawing pad and pencil from him, then she sat down on his lap; one of his arms went around her back while the other over her stomach.

Hermione placed her arms around his neck, leaning her forehead against his.
“Don’t give me those eyes; you know what they do to me,” Charlie said, making circular motions with his hand at the small of her back.

Hermione enjoyed the closeness. “I really am sorry. Do you forgive me?” she asked, using ‘those eyes’ again. Charlie sat back, his cheek turned away. “Well, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll forgive you; maybe I won’t,” he teased.

Hermione smiled and gently kissed his cheek; she moved her gentle kisses along Charlie’s jaw and down his neck, making him lose all train of thought.
Charlie enjoyed her soft lips lightly sucking at his skin for a few more moments before he pulled away.

“I see you’re using your femmes’ fatales ways with me,” Charlie said, amusement dancing in his eyes. Hermione smirked and brushed her lips against his. “Well, it’s working isn’t it?” she answered before tugging at his bottom lip playfully. Charlie captured her lips and deepened their kiss.

Charlie broke their kiss, leaning his forehead against hers again. “Look what you do to me, woman,” he said, not giving her time to respond before his lips were back on hers.

Hermione lay against Charlie’s chest listening to his steady heartbeat. They watched the light wind rustling the trees while Charlie stroked Hermione’s hair gently. “So, what have you been doing up here?” Hermione asked.

Charlie’s large hand lay across her stomach. “I’ve been working on your second surprise,” Charlie replied. Hermione looked up at him from her position against his chest. “Can I see it?” she asked excitedly.

“I’m thinking…no,” Charlie teased. Hermione sat up with a pout set on her face. “Please?” she cajoled, kissing his nose and then both of his cheeks. “Please,” she repeated before capturing his lips.

Hermione broke their kiss after a few moments; Charlie’s hands were still tangled in her hair. “What am I going to do with you? Besides love you,” Charlie said, kissing her again.

They felt lightheaded, as if nothing else mattered—and maybe nothing else does. “Come on” Charlie said, tapping the side of her bum; he realized what he had done but Hermione didn’t seem to care. She took hold of Charlie’s arm while he led her to the other side of the attic.

Hermione’s eyes lit up as she took in the sight of a small cradle. Charlie had spent many weeks cutting wood, sanding it down, and putting it all together Mug Muggle way. “It needs to be painted. Do you like it?” Charlie asked while watching Hermione crouch down in front of the cradle.

“Thank you so much—there’re no words to describe it,” Hermione said, while a few tears slid down her cheeks. Charlie knelt behind her, placing both of his hands on Hermione’s stomach. “You’re both welcome.”

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Thanks to Jamie again.

Amber- Hermione’s going to have a boy; his name is Titan. Thanks for reviewing.
Iria- Thanks, I had fun writing their lovers spat.

Darkus- I’m glad you like the story; thank you for all the nice things you said. I know the spelling and punctuation errors are a pain and I’m sorry. I do have a beta from chapter 16, hopefully when the story is finish she will re-edit the other chapters.

inuyashas_babys_mama- Thanks for reviewing. It’s good to hear from someone else with dyslexic.

erin kite- I’m sorry about Harry and Ron, I had to. Thanks again for reviewing.

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