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Adult ++
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14,112
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87
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Chapter 35
Title: If this Were a Normal Day
Author: DracosBloodyKisses
Anti-litigation charm: I own no Harry Potter
Summary: Hermione finds love in an unexpected place.
Rating: NC-17
Authors Notes: Whew!! Took me a million years, but i did come back! I've just had lots of things going om including the birth of two additional children. Theres no *ahem* action in this chapter, but its coming. I just wanted to say thank you for all the really nice reviews :)
Oh, and to whoever pointed out the whole pregnancy throwing up thing, I definately know how long it takes to start throwing up. Been through it three times. And like i stated in previous chapter updates, i thought i insinuated that more time had went by than what did. My mistake. Sorry.
Chapter 35
The steam from the shower clouded the mirror. Draco squinted at himself in the small clearing not yet engulfed by condensation. Guilt was really and truly not an emotion he was used to feeling and it felt thick and rancid in his gut.
All the consequences of his past indescretions usually had no affect on him. He felt no real emotional attatchment to anyone in the past and if he he hurt a few feelings to get what he wanted so be it. His feelings were superior in the situation. If it affected the outside party, hey, it wasnt his fault. It was their choice to feel connected to the situation.
But this was different.
He had intentionally participated in an act of betrayl and had taken no one's feelings but his own into consideration, yet this time it was actually taking a toll.
He rubbed his face and sighed.
Perhaps this relationship business was more complicated then he'd given it credit for. Before it had always been so simple. He could have tossed the women he dated in the past out the window if he so pleased and they'd be right there at his door step the next day begging to be thrown again.
Now everything was so...complicated. There were stipulations and consequences that he didnt want to have to accept for his actions. It wasnt fair. Why couldnt he have what he wanted, when he wanted it? Maybe this made him spoiled, but who cared?
Hermione cared, thats who. Or she would as soon as Pansy enlightened her.
He hung his head and stared down into the empty sink basin as a fresh wave of guilt washed over him. Pansy was horid, that was never in question. But did she honestly deserve the treatment she was given?
Sure, she was making some half hearted attempts to destroy his current relationship, but that seemed to be the norm. If he had overreacted everytime Pansy pulled a stunt like tonight, she would surely be dead in a weeks time.
Not to mention that, though it pained him to admit it, he carried a large part of the blame. He could have sent her away just as easily. Yet he didnt.
He had betrayed the woman he professed to love, hurt someone who, for all intents and purposes, was innocent and then when faced with the reprocussions, lashed out violently.
He breathed in deep and shook his head before lifting it to gaze into the mirror again.
To his shock and horror, his father's face flashed back at him, pale, pointed, and condescending. He jumped back and yelped, but on second examination, seen only his own reflection remaining. His chest ached from pressure.
His breath was coming in startled gasps punctuated by the angry thumping of his own heart. The pressure traveled up and filled his ears and though he knew he was breathing, it was as though no air was getting in. Like a sufficating fish, he could only stand there and pray for the air to come.
Was he actually turning into his father? He had seen the affects of his father's disposition had on the woman the he has supposedly loved. He didnt want to become that and worse yet, he did not want to see Hermione become his mother.
This just had to be something he could change. There just had to be a way.
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Hermione was a monster. Plain and simple. Her flesh had peeled away and all that was left was this vile, loathsome creature that neither deserved love, nor consideration...or at least thats how she felt.
She pulled the blanket tightly up around her ears and pinched her eyes shut. She was loved so unconditionally by Draco and she repays that by being a raging tramp.
She was so happy that they were finally on good ground again, yet guilt and shame were gnawing at her insides refusing to let her feel the glow that was so close to the surface, yet just couldnt find its way through the thick layer of negitivity that was floating on the surface.
It felt like a bad dream. Soon, she would wake up and find herself nestled beside Draco long before Ron or Pansy or the baby.
There was a sharp stab of pain in her heart. She shouldnt feel this way about her unborn child. It shouldnt be grouped in the same catagorey as the people who were making her life so unbearable, yet she felt the child certainly was complecating things.
She had stood up to her mother and felt her wrath for this child. She had entered Narcissa Malfoy's house and informed her that the child was hers and she was keeping it and her son regardless of how she felt.
She mentally scolded herself.
"It didnt quite go down that way though, did it?", the squeaky, rational voice in her head reminded her. "I mean, you make it sound like you blasted the door off the hindges."
She frowned.
Where was that voice several hours earlier when she was making the biggest mistake of her life?
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When Draco stepped back into the room, he paused in the doorway to stare at her still sillouette outlined in the blanket.
He couldnt be sure if she was still sleeping, for now she was only still. He could see her breathing, slow and rhymatic under the fabric and found that dispite his urge to be near her, didnt want to disturb the blissful peace in the room.
He was attempting to ease gentley onto the bed when she turned over and looked at him.
Her eyes were on him, but he had the distinct feeling she was not there.
They were kind of glazed and unfocused for a moment, before returning his gaze with a small smile.
The sun was rising in the distance, allowing the threat of the oncoming day to loom over their heads, but it wasnt classes or their peers that created the sick feeling welling upinside him.
It was looking at her, beautiful and still sleepy, and knowing deep inside that what he did was wrong.
The guilt rolled and twisted and turned in his gut. He knew he needed to be honest, but instead pulled Hermione into his arms and decided that the remaining time could be put to better use.
Author: DracosBloodyKisses
Anti-litigation charm: I own no Harry Potter
Summary: Hermione finds love in an unexpected place.
Rating: NC-17
Authors Notes: Whew!! Took me a million years, but i did come back! I've just had lots of things going om including the birth of two additional children. Theres no *ahem* action in this chapter, but its coming. I just wanted to say thank you for all the really nice reviews :)
Oh, and to whoever pointed out the whole pregnancy throwing up thing, I definately know how long it takes to start throwing up. Been through it three times. And like i stated in previous chapter updates, i thought i insinuated that more time had went by than what did. My mistake. Sorry.
Chapter 35
The steam from the shower clouded the mirror. Draco squinted at himself in the small clearing not yet engulfed by condensation. Guilt was really and truly not an emotion he was used to feeling and it felt thick and rancid in his gut.
All the consequences of his past indescretions usually had no affect on him. He felt no real emotional attatchment to anyone in the past and if he he hurt a few feelings to get what he wanted so be it. His feelings were superior in the situation. If it affected the outside party, hey, it wasnt his fault. It was their choice to feel connected to the situation.
But this was different.
He had intentionally participated in an act of betrayl and had taken no one's feelings but his own into consideration, yet this time it was actually taking a toll.
He rubbed his face and sighed.
Perhaps this relationship business was more complicated then he'd given it credit for. Before it had always been so simple. He could have tossed the women he dated in the past out the window if he so pleased and they'd be right there at his door step the next day begging to be thrown again.
Now everything was so...complicated. There were stipulations and consequences that he didnt want to have to accept for his actions. It wasnt fair. Why couldnt he have what he wanted, when he wanted it? Maybe this made him spoiled, but who cared?
Hermione cared, thats who. Or she would as soon as Pansy enlightened her.
He hung his head and stared down into the empty sink basin as a fresh wave of guilt washed over him. Pansy was horid, that was never in question. But did she honestly deserve the treatment she was given?
Sure, she was making some half hearted attempts to destroy his current relationship, but that seemed to be the norm. If he had overreacted everytime Pansy pulled a stunt like tonight, she would surely be dead in a weeks time.
Not to mention that, though it pained him to admit it, he carried a large part of the blame. He could have sent her away just as easily. Yet he didnt.
He had betrayed the woman he professed to love, hurt someone who, for all intents and purposes, was innocent and then when faced with the reprocussions, lashed out violently.
He breathed in deep and shook his head before lifting it to gaze into the mirror again.
To his shock and horror, his father's face flashed back at him, pale, pointed, and condescending. He jumped back and yelped, but on second examination, seen only his own reflection remaining. His chest ached from pressure.
His breath was coming in startled gasps punctuated by the angry thumping of his own heart. The pressure traveled up and filled his ears and though he knew he was breathing, it was as though no air was getting in. Like a sufficating fish, he could only stand there and pray for the air to come.
Was he actually turning into his father? He had seen the affects of his father's disposition had on the woman the he has supposedly loved. He didnt want to become that and worse yet, he did not want to see Hermione become his mother.
This just had to be something he could change. There just had to be a way.
***********************************************************
Hermione was a monster. Plain and simple. Her flesh had peeled away and all that was left was this vile, loathsome creature that neither deserved love, nor consideration...or at least thats how she felt.
She pulled the blanket tightly up around her ears and pinched her eyes shut. She was loved so unconditionally by Draco and she repays that by being a raging tramp.
She was so happy that they were finally on good ground again, yet guilt and shame were gnawing at her insides refusing to let her feel the glow that was so close to the surface, yet just couldnt find its way through the thick layer of negitivity that was floating on the surface.
It felt like a bad dream. Soon, she would wake up and find herself nestled beside Draco long before Ron or Pansy or the baby.
There was a sharp stab of pain in her heart. She shouldnt feel this way about her unborn child. It shouldnt be grouped in the same catagorey as the people who were making her life so unbearable, yet she felt the child certainly was complecating things.
She had stood up to her mother and felt her wrath for this child. She had entered Narcissa Malfoy's house and informed her that the child was hers and she was keeping it and her son regardless of how she felt.
She mentally scolded herself.
"It didnt quite go down that way though, did it?", the squeaky, rational voice in her head reminded her. "I mean, you make it sound like you blasted the door off the hindges."
She frowned.
Where was that voice several hours earlier when she was making the biggest mistake of her life?
**************************************************************
When Draco stepped back into the room, he paused in the doorway to stare at her still sillouette outlined in the blanket.
He couldnt be sure if she was still sleeping, for now she was only still. He could see her breathing, slow and rhymatic under the fabric and found that dispite his urge to be near her, didnt want to disturb the blissful peace in the room.
He was attempting to ease gentley onto the bed when she turned over and looked at him.
Her eyes were on him, but he had the distinct feeling she was not there.
They were kind of glazed and unfocused for a moment, before returning his gaze with a small smile.
The sun was rising in the distance, allowing the threat of the oncoming day to loom over their heads, but it wasnt classes or their peers that created the sick feeling welling upinside him.
It was looking at her, beautiful and still sleepy, and knowing deep inside that what he did was wrong.
The guilt rolled and twisted and turned in his gut. He knew he needed to be honest, but instead pulled Hermione into his arms and decided that the remaining time could be put to better use.