If This Were A Normal Day...

A/N: Okay, I know a lot of you are confused. lol I added the blue sleeper thing as kind of like, wishful thinking. lol I thought about doing the twins thing a first, but i just don’t think it will be feasible now because they’ve already seen the baby. I suppose it would be possible that the first baby is hiding the second one.....but i don’t know. Lemme think about it, but don’t get your hopes up. And i wanna say a big hi to Audrey! I really do think we were separated at birth! lol Just umm....a few years apart.
Now! Onto the fic!!!!!
Chapter 26

Hermione entered the clothing shop, looked around and chuckled.

Narcissa was already gathering up various dresses, pants, and tops to a once again, stressed looking shop keeper.

“I thought we would get you a black sequin gown for parties. Then I thought you might not be in a black mood always, so I picked up this white one!” Narcissa rambled. “Then, you’ll need comfortable pants and tops so I picked up these..” she said, holding up a pair of soft blue yoga pants and a few sweaters of multiple colors. “You’re also going to need comfortable shoes, these aren’t nearly enough pants, new school robes....” she trailed off as she made her way around various racks.

Hermione looked at Draco.

“I really don’t need all this!” she whispered.

“But eventually, you will.” he whispered. “Better to get them now than have to settle for those glorified pillow cases they sell in Hogsmead!”

“Hermione, dear!” Narcissa called. “Could you come here please? You need to be fitted for your new robes darling!”

Hermione gave Draco a small smile before heading toward Narcissa.”

“......and I’m going to be a Nana! Can you believe it??” she heard Narcissa telling the tailor as she approached.

“Step up here, dear.” Narcissa said, taking Hermione’s hand and helping her onto the platform to be measured.

Hermione felt terribly uncomfortable. She had never had tailored robes and it felt a bit odd having a strange man knowing what size she wore.

“You’re being silly!” her mind said.

“Alright, all done!” the man smiled up at her. “Give me a few minutes and your robes should be ready!”

Hermione hopped down off the platform and looked around once again.

“You really need to pick a few things, dear!” Draco’s mother said, ushering her toward the clothing. “What do you usually wear?”

“Um...lately its mostly been tank tops and pajama pants, unless I‘m going to class of course.” Hermione frowned.

“Well, lets pick a few pairs in a size up and then we’ll get you some regular clothes for when you leave the manor and maybe a few more dresses Oh! and some skirts......” Narcissa rambled once again, walking away toward the clothes and leaving Hermione once again standing alone.

She was knee deep in the clothing that Narcissa had picked out, sorting through and handing Draco the things she knew she’d never wear, when his mother approached.

“Your robes are ready, dear!” she smiled, handing them to Hermione.

She took them and held them up, admiring the soft material, noticing instead of the Slytherin crest that donned Draco’s robes she had the Gryffindor crest with a monogram.

Hermione looked at it curiously.

“Wait,” she began. “This monogram says ‘HM’. What does ‘HM’ mean?”

“Hermione Malfoy, of course!” Narcissa grinned.

Hermione’s eyes widened and Draco began to choke violently on his own spit.

“But.” Hermione began, laughing nervously. “We’re not married.”

“Oh, nonsense!” Narcissa cried. “It won’t be long before you are. Might as well have it monogrammed now as opposed to having special robes made only to have them changed later.”

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but Narcissa had already walked away.

She turned to Draco, her mouth bobbing open and closed like a fish out of water.

Draco had regained his composure and was now trying terribly hard to stifle his laughter at her flustered state.

“Why don’t you and Mother go to the carriage and I’ll pay for this and be along shortly.” he kissed her on the forehead, before turning and walked away, still chuckling at her.

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The carriage was terribly quite.

Narcissa was contently smiling and staring out the window and Draco had apparently fallen asleep, but Hermione was lost deep in thought.

“What makes her think we’re automatically going to get married?”

“What, you don’t want to marry him?” a voice in her head asked.

“No no, its not that.” She answered. I just don’t like feeling.....obligated.”

It wasn’t long before the Manor came into view again.

“Oh and the thought of living in that creepy old mansion is enough to drive me crazy! It could never feel like home......” she frowned inwardly.

Draco’s head snapped up as the carriage jerked to a stop.

They piled out and headed into the house, Draco struggling to carry all Hermione’s bags

He tossed them all in the corner of his room.

Hermione began to unpack her clothes and put them on hangers.

“No, no” Draco said, waving her off. “The elves will take care of that.”

Hermione scowled slightly at him, but nevertheless, left the clothes on the floor.

He looked at closely, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Whats the matter?” he asked her soothingly, rubbing her shoulder.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just sleepy.” she frowned.

“Well, let’s take a nap then.” he said, smiling at her.

Hermione shrugged off her winter cloak and started to change back into her pajamas.

She noticed Draco stretched out on the bed, staring at her.

“Um...problem?” she asked him.

“No, no problem. What? I’m not allowed to just look at you?” He asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Well, I suppose you are.” she stated, looking away again.

Draco looked at her in confusion.

“Theres something wrong.” he thought. “I just don’t know what it is....”

Hermione crawled into the bed beside him and curled up against him, laying her head on his chest.

She felt him reach up and stroke her hair.

Her eyes rolled back and soon, she was asleep.

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Hermione’s eyes blinked open.

She looked around the room and realized she was alone.

“How long was I asleep??” she thought, noticing the room was now dark.

She frowned and wondered what she should do.

“Draco told me not to wander......” she thought, biting her bottom lip. “But what\'s the worst that could happen, right?”

She slipped on her shoes and headed out the door.

“Hmm....left or right?” she thought, looking down either side of the hallway.

She decided on right and set off in that direction.

The portraits hissed and whispered as she passed, but she didn’t mind. She was used to it by now.

She passed many beautiful statues and rooms with large carvings of coiled snakes imbedded in the doors.

She involuntarily shivered.

She was standing just outside a set of large, polished wooden double doors when a voice called out to her.

“Hermione dear, is that you?” Narcissa called from the doorway of one of the rooms.

She turned and smiled at her.

“Yes, its me.” she answered.

“Who else would it be?” Hermione chuckled in her head.

“Where is Draco?” Mrs. Malfoy asked, looking in each direction of the hall way.

“Umm...I don’t know. We laid down for a nap and when I woke up, he wasn’t there.” Hermione frowned.

“Is that so?” Narcissa asked curiously. “Step inside here for a moment, will you dear? I have something I’d like to show you.”

Hermione looked warily at the door. It was obviously her bedroom that she was beckoning her into.

“Stop that!” her mind hissed. “Narcissa has never given you a reason not to trust her!”

Hermione entered.

The room was beautiful. It was decorated in a soft cream color with golden accents. Silken curtains lined the windows.

The bed was even bigger than Draco’s.

The bed, Hermione noticed curiously, was covered with photos, some in albums, some littered about the comforter.

“I thought you might like to see a few pictures of my Draco when he was young.” she smiled warmly at her.

She climbed up on the bed and patted the spot next to her, motioning for Hermione to come sit.

Guilt shot through her once again.

“It’s like my mind just won’t accept that she might actually be a nice person.” she sighed inwardly.

Hermione climbed upon the bed beside her and Narcissa placed a photo album in her lap.

She studied the moving pictures carefully.

The first one was of a tiny Draco pinned to a chair by Pansy who was gleefully pulling his hair into pink bows.

Hermione chuckled.

“My baby was only 3 years old there.” Narcissa grinned. “I can’t believe how big he’s gotten this quickly!”

The next was a baby Draco splashing happily in the bathtub.

“He always loved baths.” Narcissa beamed once again.

Hermione grinned.

“She has no idea.” she thought.

Hermione’s eyes lighted on another picture.

It was of a small Draco and his father.

His father was standing rigid with his chin lifted slightly, no smile on his face and the tiny form of Draco was cowering away and eyeing him cautiously, as though he were going to snap at any moment.

Narcissa frowned at the sight of it.

“He wasn’t always bad.” she said sadly. “He was once a very nice man. Then he got mixed up with Voldemort and ....” her voice trailed off, holding hints of oncoming tears.

Hermione didn’t know what to say or how to comfort her.

“I was always afraid that his attitude would rub off on Draco...” Narcissa looked up at her, her eyes holding shiny pools of tears that hadn’t yet fallen.

“It did for a while...” Hermione began, “but,” she added, patting her tummy. “I think his ideas may have changed.”

Narcissa smiled.

“Mother, have you seen-OH FOR MERLIN’S SAKE!” Draco cried upon seeing the pictures of him being tortured by Pansy and his own little naked ass in the bathtub.

“Oh Darling,” his mother said, waving him off with her hand. “It’s just some photos! I’ll wait to break out the really embarrassing ones.”

Draco scowled at her, before taking Hermione by the hand and ushering her off the bed.

“Come with me.” was all he said.

She waved good bye to Narcissa, before being half drug down the hall.

“Wow,” she thought. “Is he really this upset? It was just some pictures...”

She watched as they passed the door to his bedroom.

“Where are we going?!” she thought wildly.

He stopped her when they had moved a few doors away.

“Close your eyes.” he said.

She closed them, then felt his hands reach up and cover them.

“Walk....walk.....walk.....walk.....okay, stop.” he whispered. “No peeking.”

She felt him push open a large door, then return his hands to her eyes.

“Okay, now!” he said, taking his hands away once again.

Hermione peeked one eye open and gasped.

It was a large room, painted a light shade of pink with winged unicorns flying around soft white clouds.

In the middle was her baby cradle, but that wasn’t all. There was also the matching changing table, dresser, and a beautiful wooden rocking chair by a window with light pink, silk curtains.

There was a large bookshelf next to the rocker lined with rows of children’s books.

She walked around the room, admiring the furniture.

“How did you get all of this??” she asked, still mesmerized by the room.

“I had the shop deliver it while you were sleeping.” he said.

She opened the dresser to find all the baby clothes tucked neatly inside.

“And I put it all away myself.” he whispered into her ear, smiling.

Hermione’s eyes welled up with tears.

She spun around and seized Draco around the neck, bawling into his shirt.

Draco stared at her, very confused.

“Um...you’re not supposed to cry!” he said, scratching his head.

“This.....is.....just so....nice!” she bawled harder.

Draco was taken aback, he didn’t know how to handle this.

“What’s in Merlin’s name is going on?” Narcissa asked from the hallway.

“She’s crying, Mum!” Draco said, shaking his head and looking helpless.

Narcissa covered her mouth and chuckled. She had never heard him lose his composure and call her “Mum” before.

His mother stepped into the room.

“OH!” she cried, clasping her hand over her mouth. “Draco! This is beautiful!”

“Yes, I thought so too!” he cried, looking down helplessly at Hermione once again.

“It’s just hormones darling.” she smiled, patting Hermione’s shoulder. “Trust me, it will get worse before it gets better. Come on, dear.” Narcissa said, gently taking the sobbing Hermione by the arm and leading her out of the room.

“It’s going to get worse?!?” Draco called from the room, suddenly feeling like he may have gotten in over his head.