A Last Request

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* Author’s Note * - I am sooooo sorry it took me so long to update! My family got ill then so did I. I thought that I would have time to write last week and over the weekend but some family came from out of town and I didn’t feel comfortable with them being there while I wrote. I am sure you understand, awkward. To be honest I don’t really like this chapter I honestly feel it could be much better, my muse must have been ill as well. It’s a building chapter so the stuff in it needs to be so I guess I have to live with it, for now anyway. Some chapters are better than others. Thanks so much for the reviews and kind words they mean so much to me and fuel my desire to write this, you reviewers are really great I love you so much! Please keep it up! Well I thinks that’s all so Thanks again and thank you to my beta! (Bites nails). Also if you would like for me to e-mail you when I update just let me know.


Chapter Five

Can’t


I didn’t even realize someone had walked up to me until I had opened my closed eyes. My eyes widened as they fell on a black-cloaked figure standing in front of me…

I was about to reach for my wand when the cloaked figure pulled off his hood. I just about passed out from relief as I exhaled.

“What are you tying to do!?” I quietly hissed.

“Sorry, what are you doing out here by yourself anyway?” Draco smirked.

“Me? What are you doing here? Someone could see you.” I replied looking around making sure no one saw him.

“Relax, no one is out here. Only you and me… since we are alone…” He didn’t have time to finish. I grabbed his arm and yanked him behind a tree.

I looked around. Left him for a moment and grabbed my things.

“All right. Now if I can just sneak you into the castle I can hide you in my room…” I trailed off pulling him in the direction of the school.

“Wow it’s nice to see you too… look could you relax your grip a little I am starting to lose feeling in my fingers.” He whined as we entered the castle.

“You are aware that everyone believes you to be dead?” I whispered looking around the hall. I wished I had Harry’s invisibility cloak with me at that moment. Getting him past everyone and through the school to my room seemed nearly impossible.

“Perfectly… like that? I came up with the whole thing myself.” He boasted proudly.

“Well no one really knows what had happened. All we heard was that the Ministry said that you were to be believed dead and that they didn’t expect to find your body.” I said as we turned a corner nearly missing a small group of second year girls. Thank goodness for pompousness. They were so into themselves they didn’t even see us.

“That was it nothing else?” He whispered sounding offended.

“Yes that’s it. Here put my cloak on. It won’t hide you completely but it’s better than you walking around in complete view.” I said throwing my cloak to him as I checked around another corner.

He put it on and studied his legs.

“Wow I never realized how short you are. This barely covers…”

“Shhh.” Did he do anything else other than make comments and complain? I guessed some things never changed. “Okay this way.”

“I know the way to your room.” He smirked. I was about to reply but the familiar voices coming down the next hall caught my attention.

“So you see Headmistress, I feel that it would be best if I were…” That voice belonged to Professor Flitwick.

“Oh no, their heading this way.” I said as I looked around for a place to hide him. We could run down the hall but we’d be seen before we reached the end of it. I turned sharply banging my elbow into something hard. “Ouch.” A door! I turned to face a closet that was no longer in use. I opened it by grabbing the knob that I bumped into, shoved Draco inside, and slammed the door before he had an opportunity to object. Which I’m sure he’d do.

I turned around right as the two Professors rounded the corner.

“Ah Miss Granger how are you this evening?” Professor Flitwick greeted.

“Very well Sir and yourself, Ms. McGonagall?” I returned.

“Very well. Thank you.” Professor Flitwick replied. But before McGonagall could reply, a clattering noise came from the closet behind me. The words ‘what an idiot’ crossed my mind. Well at least I thought that closet was no longer used.

“Peeves.” I said. They looked at me.

“Peeves?” Professor Flitwick repeated.

“Yes, Peeves he just flew through the wall. I’ll shoo him if you like.” I offered.

“No, that’s alright there is nothing in the closet of importance. Good evening Miss Granger.” Professor McGonagall answered.

“Good Evening.” I repeated as I started to walk slowly down the hall and turning the corner where they had come from.

I peaked around the corner and waited for them to turn down another hall. They must not have had anywhere to be for they had never walked slower in all the time I had known them. Of course it may have just seemed that way.

Finally they turned the corner. As soon as I was sure they were completely gone I darted for the closet and threw the door open.

“Are you all right?” I asked helping him out of the dark closet, the apparently not empty closet.

“No I am not all right. You tossed me into a dark closet with who knows what lurking inside. There were pointy sharp things in there as well. Did I mention it was dark?” He complained dusting himself off.

“Yes you did, and if you wanted to get caught and sent to…”

“No, no… thanks. That was very quick thinking.” He said adjusting the cloak around him.

“You’re welcome. We better go before someone else comes.” I said leading the way.

“So you heard nothing more than I was just ‘dead’ from the papers?” He asked quietly as we hid behind a statue wanting for some other students to walk by.

“Nothing more. Where were you by the way?” I asked pulling us out of an alcove.

“Around.” He said simply. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow for a moment before pressing onward.

Finally we reached my common room.

Draco looked around hesitantly.

“Relax, he’s not here. Besides he knows.” I said walking further into the room.

“McDurmany Knows? About what?” Draco asked looking at me curiously.

“Finite incantartum.” I was all I said pointing my wand at my self.

Draco walked toward me slowly. He reached out his hand gently touching my tummy. Feeling the little bump brought a huge grin to his face.

“Looks like your hard work paid off.” I said smiling at the expression on his face.

“Yeah, it did.” He said meeting my eyes briefly before fixing themselves back to my stomach. “So do you think it’s a boy or a girl? I heard that some could tell.”

“I’m not sure. I have my suspicions but I think I’ll share them at a later time.” I answered. He smiled.

“I think I already know.”

“Really?” I asked doubtfully.

“Yup in fact I know I’m right.” He said making me chuckle. “This is amazing, I’m going to be a father.” He whispered.

“So you plan on being around?” I asked.

“For a bit.” He joked. “Yeah for as long as I can. I plan on being here.”

I wasn’t too sure on what he meant by that and I wasn’t sure if he’d tell me if I asked.

“So what happened anyway, with the whole ‘assassination’? Why would the ministry and the papers believe you’re dead, with no body for evidence?” I asked.

“You didn’t read anything anywhere?”

“No, not even in the Quibbler.”

“Well basically two of them came after me. Not sure on which two, I couldn’t make out who they were. Don’t think I even know them really, but for some reason I fought back. All I could think about was you, us, and what could be. Basically that’s it. With why everyone believes I am dead, I planted a memory charm that manipulates memory. So the attackers believe they killed me and should now be in the custody of the ministry.” I smiled again.

“How did they get caught?”

“I knocked them out cold. I left them right outside of the ministry and got out of there as fast as I could. I thought for sure something would have been said. Well I suppose there was, just not about that.”

“I don’t know why they wouldn’t have said anything. It seems that they are desperate for the capture of death eaters. They would report it too, to make an example out of them the way they did with Stan Shunpike although he was innocent. So I wonder why they are keeping this to themselves.”

“I don’t know. They’re a bunch of morons there, wouldn’t know a death eater from a fig if their lives depended on it. Sadly it sort of does. Father always said… sorry.” He mumbled after his arrogant rant.

“So what now?” I said leaning against the sofa trying to keep the conversation going so he didn’t dwell on his late father.

“Well I was sort of hoping that I could stay here with you for the weekend. I have to head out Sunday morning though.”

“That works, I have brunch with my parents that morning… I’m going to tell them.”

“Scary. On both our parts.”

“Yes, it is. But it must be done.”

“Who all knows now? I imagine you’ve told Potter and Weasley.”

“I have. As of right now Ron, Harry, Ginny, Fred, George, and Calvin know. No teachers or parents know as of yet. I do not plan on telling anyone else other than my parents until school is out. I can’t risk losing my privileges.”

“Some things never change.” He teased.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I know that you had said…” He cut me off.

“Hermione, I’m not going to join your little group of goodie goodies.”

“They’re not goodie goodies. They are good yes, but if you would just give it a chance…”

“Hermione I am not talking about this. I’ve already told you it’s not for me.”

“So where does that leave you? What are you going to do? And that’s not what you said.”

“I really don’t want to get into this right now.”

“Well I do. You once said that if you could change things… this is your chance Draco. Why not take it?”

“It’s complicated.”

“That seems to be a reoccurring theme for you.”

“Well that’s just the way it is right now.”

“Fine what about later then? Will that be better for you? Perhaps I should get the scheduler.”

“Things are just complicated right now, all right. Besides I don’t think your friends want anything to do with me right now.”

“Harry told me that they’d welcome you.”

“Ah yes, Saint Potter out to save again I see.”

“What is wrong with you?” He was really starting to act and sound like his old self ‘the way he used to be’.

“I just can’t right now all right. I just can’t.” He said as he walked out. “I’ll be back.”

I was about to go after him, what if someone saw him? But I didn’t. I just sat there looking at the empty space where he was just moments before. Seems to be becoming a habit.

I crossed my arms as I continued to lean against the sofa. I sat there night after night wondering where he had been. Worrying if he was still alive or not. I would cry wishing he were there, so we could explore what it was that was between us. Crying for him to be there to know and see his child grow. Then he was there, I was so happy to see him that the only reason I didn’t jump all over him and cry when I first saw him was because I was afraid someone would see and turn him in. He wasn’t even there for twenty minutes and we had already had a fight. What was it that was so complicated? Why couldn’t he just give himself the chance to make things right? What about all the things he wanted to tell me but didn’t have the time? Things that he thought didn’t matter anymore, because the only thing that did was to produce an heir. I was thoroughly confused. There had to be more to it. But it came down to one question I definitely didn’t have an answer for. Why did I care so much? Besides the obvious, what was it that made me feel the way I did? It’s not like we had the time to become these great friends, or even anything more than that. We shared a night, something came out of it, but I think it was more than the child I was carrying that had come out of it. It seemed quick, perhaps too quick. I guess it was complicated.

I sat in the common room for nearly two hours waiting for either Draco or Calvin to return. I pretty much figured that Calvin wouldn’t be coming back until the wee hours of the night. If he wasn’t there by now he wouldn’t be in until late, pissed off his ass at that.

I got up and went to my room it was starting to get dark outside. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to change into something more comfortable or just stay in my uniform. I started to walk towards my dresser when I heard the door to the common room open. I stood there with my back facing the entry to my room as I heard footsteps move closer to my room. Finally they stopped right at my doorway. They said nothing causing me to turn.

Draco smiled at me and stepped further into my room.

“Look about earlier…” I started. If he was going to be here for a couple of days we needed to be on mutual ground.

“I’ll consider it.” He said simply. I walked closer to him.

“You will?” I asked hesitantly and slightly confused.

“Yes, I will. Now where is your roommate?”

“He’s out for the night, won’t be back till late. Why did you need to talk to him?” I asked.

“No I just needed to know if we were alone or not.” He stated and turned to the door and locked it. “No need for that to be unlocked.”

“Why is that?” I asked, although I had a pretty good idea why. He turned to me, the look of desire had taken over his face.

“Do you know how long I have wanted to do this? Have you alone in your chambers. Of course there would be other beds in the room, but the thought of you alone in your head girls room makes it very hard for me to go slow and take it easy. If it didn’t work last time I was going to make it work this time.” He said intensely.

“Wha… what work?” I stammered as I leaned against the post of my bed.

“This.” He said as he closed the distance between us and slowly undid my shirt and pushed it down my shoulders pulling my bra straps down a little with it, causing a cool wave of anticipation down the center of my back. He ran his hand tenderly along my shoulder down my breast giving it a good squeeze and down to my stomach gently caressing the bump. “This.” He repeated sending another wave of coolness down my spine, causing my body to slightly shiver. He smiled leaned in and lightly kissed my shoulder. “Mmmm, you smell good. I wonder if you taste this good, as good as you did before. Food has lost its flavor for me. Nothing can come close in comparison. You know when you eat something you just don’t like but have to force yourself to do anyway and pretend that it’s something else? I pretend it’s you, your sweet juices. Your soft woman flesh in my mouth eating you hungrily. Oh Hermione I want you so bad.”

He reached around to unzip my skirt as his lips claimed mine impatiently. He removed my shirt completely after my skirt fell to the ground turning into a collection of clothing at my feet that my bra and knickers were soon to join. He then started on his clothing.

I suddenly felt self-conscious. I couldn’t help but feel slightly…fat. I started to move my arms over my body. He seemed to realize how I was feeling.

“No, don’t it’s even more lovely than I remember.” He said softly moving my arms away.

He pulled my body to his; he was so warm, so flushed compared to what he normally looked like. He had me pushed up against the post of my bed kissing me with such a hungry passion I had forgotten where we were. My fingers raveled themselves in his hair pulling him into me as I could without crushing my belly.

“I want to taste you so badly but I can’t wait any longer, must… fuck… you… now!” He said in between kisses.

He lifted one leg as he rubbed himself along my clit causing me to squeak. I was starting to feel rather dizzy from the intensity of the moment. He grabbed himself and positioned himself at my entrance. It took a couple of tries but he managed to push himself a little bit inside of me. He let go of his manhood and pulled my other leg up around him shifting me higher on the post. He held me tightly against it as he pushed further inside of me. I wasn’t expecting it to feel so much like it had the first time, but it did.

“Fuck, bloody hell so tight. Hermione… so wet, so tight.” He grunted as he started to pull slightly out then back in. Wet? I thought it was kind of dry, but that thought left as my juices started to flow, covering any dry place I thought I had.
But not quite soothing the slight pain I had.

It took a couple of thrusts for it to start feeling good. I relaxed more embracing the pleasure that it brought.

I reached above me holding onto the post as he dove into me shaking all the way. I couldn’t help the sounds I was making. I didn’t care either. He seemed to love them though.

“Yes, that’s right. Scream for me. Enjoy it. Enjoy what I’m making you feel.” He started to trust harder as I withered on against the post. “Hold onto my shoulders we’re going to the bed.”

He pulled me away from the post holding me right under my bum and walked around to the side of the bed. He sat me down gently, which I knew was hard for him to do. I knew he wanted to toss me onto it. He just wanted to be careful, didn’t want to get to carried away with the roughness.

He slipped out of me as I scooted towards the middle of the bed. He pulled at my covers bringing them down and had me get under them. He joined and positioned himself on top of me and slowly, agonizingly slid back into me. My walls welcomed him joyously. He dropped his head down when he was fully sheathed.

“Fuck this feels so good! See what you do to me? I’m in your bed Hermione Granger, shagging you. In Hogwarts fucking you. You have no idea how many fantasies this covers.” He paused to breath. “Last year when we learned about the poly juice potion I wanted to use it to get to you, to do things to you, to lure you somewhere and shag you senseless.” He paused again. “That damn Room of Requirements could have posed as so much. I once even imagined it to be a bedroom, something romantic, something you’d like. It worked too. Only you weren’t there to show it to, to use it with me. I thought even at one time when I first found out about the room when I was still part of the inquisitor squad that I’d use my position on you and bring you in there. If I could ever get you alone, I never did, never. You where never really alone.” He was straining to talk but didn’t stop as he plunged into me breathing hard. “You’re alone now aren’t you though? Finally got you alone and you know what I’m doing to you? Shagging you into the mattress, that’s what I’m doing and loving every bloody second of it. I want to bend you over your desk next… oh” He moaned the last bit and he picked up the pace lifting himself higher on his hands.

“Just how many fantasies have you had, and for how long exactly?” I managed out. He just laughed, not giving me an answer. I wondered though, why, why would he think about me in that way? I thought that he had disliked me more than anything. I would say hate but he had told me he never hated me. I guess this would be categorized in his complicated file, like most things in his life at the moment.

My thoughts were cut off by a cool but warm sensation running just under the surface of my flesh all heading to the same destination in my lower region collecting it self just like a storm would about to unleash itself just a the right moment. That moment was when the building stopped and reached its peak. As if lightning hit my body my orgasm struck and shocked violently though me not leaving any place untouched as it coursed its way though. My body started to relax as the orgasm slowly pulled itself back to where it had come from waiting until the next time it was able to express its wonders. As it descended it left a wonderful calm buzz in its wake.

As the last of my orgasms’ waves struck pulling Draco into the same milieu as I, he shook violently, gasping for what little air his lungs were able to grasp. He pushed himself in as far as he could go trying to control himself to not hurt me in the process.

“I love you.” He mumbled. Then grunted with a few more twitches he rolled off breathing rapidly. After a few moments he asked. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” I answered softly.

He rolled toward me and buried his face into my neck. I sat there for a minute then rolled my back to him, which he took happily snuggling into it.

‘I love you’ played again in my mind. I couldn’t help but be pulled out of the moment. How? I mean when did it happen exactly, for him? Where was it in time that he realized that he did, about me? I mean I’ve heard him say it before but did it make sense? Did it make sense? Did it have too? Is it supposed too? If it’s about time, we’ve known each other for years. But did he really know me enough to feel that? But does that matter either? Does any of it? Did he even realize he said it or that I heard?

I still didn’t know where he had been what had really happened. When he came back he used his ‘charm’ on me and I… I don’t want to say fell for it, but I suppose that is what it was.

His soft snoring interrupted my thoughts. The ‘perfect’ Draco Malfoy snores. He shifted closer to me and rested his hand on my tummy. I couldn’t help but smile.

I feel asleep right after and didn’t wake until the next morning when I heard knocking on my door.

“Hermione?” Calvin said through the door. I bolted straight up realizing I was still in bed with Draco, both of us with nothing on.

“What’s wrong?” Draco mumbled into the pillow.

“Shh!” I snapped. He sat up looking confused until he heard Calvin.

“Hermione? Are you up? Is everything alright?” Calvin asked concerned.

“Um, yes Calvin everything is fine just a moment.” I said loudly enough to hear. “That’s strange, he’s up early.” I said quieter. Draco shuffled on the bed.

“Not really. It’s eleven am.” Draco stated.

“What!” I flew out of bed and hurried over to my chair and put on my bathrobe and went over towards the bed and grabbed his undergarments and tossed it to him. “Here put these on fast!” He did as I asked.

“What does it matter if he already knows?” He asked.

“Do you want him to see you naked?” I said right before I reached the door. He just shrugged as a response. When he was done I opened the door.

“It’s about time I… oh.” Calvin started but realization kicked it when he saw Draco in his underwear. “Malfoy.” Calvin greeted. Draco nodded in response.

“So what’s up?” I asked.

“Well, um, I needed to talk to you about the rounds chart and you weren’t at breakfast this morning, so I got a little worried. But I see that you are just fine.” He couldn’t suppress his smile.

“Yes, um. So what about the rounds chart?” I asked trying to divert the situation.

“Oh yes, well.” He started as he turned and headed to the sofa. I followed. “It seems that two of the prefects are having difficulty working together on their rounds. Victoria Watson and Martin Alexander are requesting a change.”

“Great.” I replied. “Why, what’s the problem.”

“I’m not sure they wouldn’t say, just asked for different partners for the remainder of the month and not to be paired together again.” He replied.

“Why there isn’t that many days left. Can’t they just deal until their time is up with each other?”

“I already asked and they both protested.”

“Well fine. Why don’t we just go ahead and start into next months pairs.”

“Sounds good it’s only a few extra days, it should be fine.”

After we worked everything out I started to feel really ill, like I had the weekend before.

I darted towards the bathroom pushing past Calvin knocking him into a chair on my way. When I got there I heaved into the toilet. Thankfully I hadn’t eaten since the evening before and even then it wasn’t much.

Draco walked in after me and pulled the hair that I had pulled back into his hands.

“Is there anything I can do?” He asked.

“Yes, there is a case full of vials that have a purple liquid in them under my bed. Could you bring one to me? I was supposed to take the potion right when I woke up, it prevents me from getting sick.” I asked.

“Sure.” He said as he headed back to my room.

The rest of the time when he was there went by rather quickly. Calvin and I had a hard time trying to sneak food up to our rooms without anyone asking questions, so we opted to sneaking to the kitchens for him instead. I told Ginny about him being there, so she kept her visits to a minimum. I wasn’t sure if it was to give us time alone or if she just felt uncomfortable with Draco being around. I figured it was both.

Sunday came around and I was about to leave for my parents’ home for brunch and Draco was about to leave as well to wherever it he was he was going.

“Are you sure you can’t stay? Really I will only be gone for a few hours. You could just stay here.”

“I can’t, Hermione I wish I could but I can’t.” Draco answered.

“Why?”

“Because I just shouldn’t. I’ll be back though. And I’ll keep the Order thing in mind.” He said rubbing my arms.

“Okay, so you can’t be in the same place for a certain amount of time?”

“Something like that.”

“All right, but how long will it be before I see you again?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll make sure it’s not too long.”

“Well I really have to go. I’ll see you.” I said walking out of the portrait.

“Yes, see you. Good luck” He replied right before the portrait closed behind me. He was going to wait until everyone had gone to lunch before he chanced to leave.

I walked out of the castle and headed towards the gates so I could apparate. My nerves were starting to shake.

I arrived right on time and popped in by the big oak tree in our fenced in private back yard. I walked into the house and was greeted by my mother first.

“Oh dear you look wonderful!” She said as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I was very glad for this the side hug was the best right now. I didn’t want them to find out sooner than I intended.

“Dear, you’re going to squash her.” He said as he walked around and hugged me from the other side. Now I had a pair of parents for sleeves. They let go and led me to the sofa.

“We are so happy you were able to come. The food will be ready in a few minutes.” My mother said to me. I smiled in response.

I wasn’t really hungry at all. I really hadn’t been lately. I had my moments but they would leave almost as quickly as they would come. Today I felt the opposite of hungry. I felt nervous, scared and anxious. I wasn’t sure how they would react. I suspected like anyone else would that they wouldn’t take it well. I didn’t want to disappoint them. They had so much faith in me to do the right thing, like I could do no wrong. The pressure of being the only child didn’t help much. It’s not like they had any other children to depend on making their lives perfect. Maybe I was being melodramatic, but the feeling of being a failure in their eyes was something I was unable to shake. I worked my whole life being the smart and sensible one, in my family and of my friends. My hard work and all my devotion to my studies became even more addictive when I would receive their praises and pride. I remember bringing home my first good mark and how the way they reacted made me feel incredible. They would brag about how smart and how dedicated I was to everything I put my mind into. They surely wouldn’t brag about this… not to anyone.

I was having second thoughts, I wanted to run out of there and never come back. I contemplated on moving away, start a new life on my own, just the baby and me. But that wouldn’t be me. Shagging Draco Malfoy and getting pregnant by him certainly isn’t me, but running away and not facing this head on is beyond comprehensible. No, this was something I had to do. It may be hard, but I will pull through. They’ll get over what ever it is that they need to. It may not be in the next couple of minutes but they would. It’s not like them not to.

We made small talk about this and that. I thought about telling them while we ate. Finding the right moment was hard. When is the right time for something like that? ‘Fine weather we’re having, by the way I’m pregnant pass the potatoes please.’ That would be one way to tell them, but not the best. What would be the best?

“Is everything all right Hermione dear?” My mother asked. She could sense it. How could she not? I was clammy, fidgety and slightly shaking.

“Oh stop fussing over the poor girl she’s just hungry. Speaking of which…” My father said suggestively. Oh he couldn’t have been more wrong but he did save me time. But is time what I really should have been thankful for? The longer I had gone the more nervous I became. Why not just spit it out and get it over with? I was about to speak when the time buzzer sounded.

“Brunch is ready.” My mother stated as she stood up and headed to the kitchen. My father and I followed.

We walked over to the eating nook and sat down.

After a few minutes of eating I decided to wait no longer.

“So hmmm,” I started. How does one start? What would one say? I calmed my nerves as best as I could. This was much harder than it was to tell my friends.

“What is it dear?” My mother asked.

“I really don’t know how to say it. There is no way to sugar coat it. So I might as well come out with it.” I inhaled. “I… um, Mum, Dad, I’m pregnant.” My mother’s fork fell from her hand and my father started to choke slightly on his food, but quickly swallowed.

“You’re what?” My father’s voice sounded weak.

“Hermione, are you sure.” My mother asked still in shock.

“Yes positive.” I answered shifting my back and forth from the both of them.

“Hermione, you’re only eighteen years old!” My father exclaimed.

“Henry,” My mother warned.

“Sarah, look I just, she’s much too young!”

“She’s not much younger than you and I were.”

“We were only a few years older yes but we had already put a good chunk of schooling under our belts and she’s not even married. The father… who’s the father?” He asked me.

“Is it Ron dear?” My mum asked before I’d had a chance to answer my father.

“Well he’s a least a decent young man, but Hermione don’t you think you two should have waited?” He asked. Great, now they already have hopes of it being Ron.

“It’s not Ron.” I said. Their mouths dropped as if they were in shock about that.

“Who then?” They both asked.

“It’s… the father is Draco Malfoy.” I answered.

“What!” My father roared sliding his chair back nearly knocking it over when he stood. He started to pace as he ranted. “That boy who has been mean to you, the same boy that is responsible for the school’s attack last year? That boy made you cry Hermione! He’s responsible for Dumbledore’s death.”

“I know, it’s complicated.” I said.

“Did, did he do something to you? Did he hurt you?” My mother asked. My father stopped dead in his tracks and turned to me, eyes wild.

“What, no, no nothing like that at all.” I defended.

“Isn’t he a, what is it? A Death Eater?” My mother asked,

“Well not exactly, I mean well he was, but he’s not.” I tried to explain, quite miserably I might add. My father just shook his head.

“I can’t deal with this right now, I just can’t.” He said walking out of the room. I don’t know why I did but I got up and headed out right behind him.

“What do you mean you can’t?” I asked after I entered the living room.

“Hermione, it’s a bit much for me to handle,” he said. My mother came into the room and watched.

“What do you mean ‘you’? This is my baby, my situation! Are you not aware of the dangers I go though everyday fighting for you, me and them!?” I gestured between the both of us then towards the windows to the world outside. “Don’t tell me about handling! I can handle myself just fine. Have been doing a great job of it so far. I’ve been though so much and the only thing I want from you is some kind of support. I have enough to worry about. I don’t need this. What’s done is done. If I said that I wish I turned back time to undo this that would be a flat out lie. Because I don’t and I am not sorry for it! So you can either except it or not, either way it’s happening and you can’t tune it out like its not.”

“It’s not so much the baby, I think. Mostly it’s because I feel like you lowered yourself to that piece of shit.” I had never in my life heard my father use such language, so it shocked me a bit. Apparently it shocked my mother as well, she sharply inhaled. “I don’t care how much money that bloody boy has, he’s not worth anything when it comes to humanity! He’s worthless, Hermione. He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve anything but a one-trip ticket to that wizarding jail, rotting with his sorry excuse for a father. Don’t get me started on that foul creature, some father. Great example for a son he is. Ha. His son is no different Hermione you’ll find that out. You will. And I refuse to watch it, watch him destroy you the way he has already done. With the names and with everything else he has done, for what he is responsible for. Dumbledore was a good man, a good wizard. Liked him from the moment we met him. Wish all people had what he had, which Draco Malfoy doesn’t and will never have!”

“He didn’t kill him. He’s not a murderer he had no choice. Besides his father is dead. He stood up for Draco and paid the price for it.” I retorted.

“Amazing. Finally acts as a father and it does kill him, most would say it wouldn’t. His father wasn’t a good man so I can’t say that I am sorry, but at least he did something right. But Draco had a choice Hermione. We all have choices. It’s the ones we make that make us who we are. What does that show for him?” My father asked heatedly.

“It shows how scared he was. He was afraid to stand up to the one he was taught to fear. He’s been taught so much about hatred and what to think and feel. His father drilled it into him, as Lucius’s father most likely did to him.”

“And where does it all stop? Will he stop it? What makes you think he’s not using you?” He asked.

“I know he’s not using me. It’s not like we’re really anything at all. It’s just something that happened.” I said. It was sort of the truth. “How would he use me anyway? How would getting me pregnant be a good way to use me?”

“Maybe getting you pregnant wasn’t in the cards. Maybe… I don’t know Hermione but there’s something that just doesn’t feel right about it all.”

“I know that you’re concerned. I know that he and I have had a rocky past to say the least. But he’s not using me, I have my reasons for knowing that.”

“He’s a fugitive.” His voiced calmed slightly.

“I know.” I said softly.

We all remained quiet for about a minute before my father spoke again.

“I trust you Hermione you are a very smart girl, I have no doubts about your ability to take care of yourself. However on this, it’s him I don’t trust. I need to go to the loo, I’ll be back down in a few all right?” He said going up the stairs not waiting for a reply. He went to the place where he did his best thinking.

I walked over to a chair and sat down. My mother sat across from me on the sofa.

“So how far along are you?” She asked trying to make conversation.

“About two months.” I didn’t feel like giving exact dates and details. I left out the bit about the money and how he asked me to have his child. I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to tell them the second of the two. I could usually tell my mum about anything. She often tried really hard to let me know that I could talk to her, no matter what it was.

“Are you showing a little yet? It seemed like I showed right away with you. I was about three months along when people would come up and congratulate me. It’s a good thing I was pregnant or else I fear I would have died.” She said smiling. “So tell me about this Draco. Are you two serious, I know that you are having a child but sometimes that doesn’t mean much?”

“Um, to be honest I really don’t know. Things are complicated.” I answered.

“Yes sometimes they can be. How does he feel about the situation?”

“Excited actually.”

“Really? Well that’s nice at least isn’t it?”

“Yes, I suppose it does make it easier.”

“How does he feel about you?” She asked.

“Well he’s told me that he loves me. I’m not sure if he realized that I heard, but I did or if he had even said it.”

“And how do you feel about him?”

“I think I might feel the same back.”

“Does he know? Did you tell him?”

“No, I don’t know how or when to.”

“When the time feels right for you.” She smiled sweetly and squeezed my hand. “You’ll know.” I smiled back giving her hand a squeeze back.

To be honest I didn’t know if I would ever tell him.