His Best Mistake

His Best Mistake: Chapter 6



The door to Hermione’s bedroom quietly crept open, and the cautious form of Narcissa Malfoy snuck her round the door, she smiled warmly as she saw the sleeping forms of her son and his witch. Draco has his arms wrapped tightly around Hermione’s small body, his hands resting on the resting place of his unborn child. Hermione’s body was pressed closely toward the front of Draco’s body and her hands rested atop of his. Narcissa couldn’t hide the tears that slipped down her face, breaking her Ice Queen persona that she had strived to perfect over the years, however it was this wonderful being who had cracked through her defences and showed her what an imperfect world she had sheltered herself in. This remarkable young woman had been the saving grace of her son, and the bond that had secured her family together.

She felt a warm hand on her shoulder and turned to see her husband holding out his hand, silently asking his wife to leave them be. He was proud of Draco, he had done the right thing by Hermione, and Lucius knew he would be 10 times the father he had been. He knew he would be there for his child at times when Lucius had not, and though it saddened Lucius to think of it, he knew this would be the real start of Draco’s life.

Narcissa gratefully accepted Lucius hand, still both lost in their own thoughts of how the Muggleborn witch had changed their lives.

~*~

Draco woke for the first time in a long while feeling content. Yes, he had woke up to a mouthful of curly hair but for once in his life it was exactly the morning greeting he wanted. He couldn’t help but want to watch her as she slept on, unaware of his affection filled gaze. He noted how perfect her lips were, full, pink, like two plump little pillows. Her nose had a slight smattering of honey coloured freckles that seemed to dance cheekily across the top of nose. The thing he liked most about her, the one thing he had always liked about her, was her beautiful rosé cheeks. They permanently seemed to be blushing even in slumber, giving her face a warm happy look.

She turned slightly in her sleep burying her face into Draco’s arm and flinging her arm over his waist. He pressed his cheek gently to hers and closed his eyes, just basking in the sweet scent of his witch. Her body was pressed to his and he could feel the solidness of her stomach pressing into his, causing him to grin. His hand came to rest on her stomach and he felt his throat tighten as his touch was met with a gentle nudge. His baby had kicked just for him! He rubbed his hand over Hermione’s stomach and proceeded to gain another kick from his unborn child. He couldn’t help but laugh as his child began to respond to his prodding and poking at it’s mothers stomach.

“I swear to the gods, Draco Malfoy, if you poke me one more time..” warned Hermione.

“Finally, its awake!” he joked.

“If by it, you mean me, you can shut your mouth, arseface.”

He leaned over and kissed her cheek, “I love you too, Granger.” he grinned.

“You bloody well had do, Malfoy, because once I have this child, you’re going to have to prove it.”

“Making demands already, how unlike you, Granger.” he laughed as he reached round to cup her rear.

“Its nine thirty in the morning! Take your wandering hands away from my bottom.”

“But I like it.” he pouted.

“Yes, and you liking it got us into this situation.” she replied.

“Oh no you don’t, Granger, if I remember correctly, and by the way I think I do. It was you who put the moves on me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Malfoy, I know you’ve been secretly lusting after me since third year.” she laughed.

“Ha! Your level of delusion is astounding luv, clearly your lust for me overwhelmed you, and you just had to touch me.”

“I don’t quite remember touching you, it was more like punching.” she said as his eye’s darkened.

“I wonder what our child will be like.” he asked.

“Trying to change the subject?” she teased.

“Not at all, just trying to divert the attention away from that moment in time.” he said smoothly.

“That’s just a posh way of changing the subject.”

“Do you ever shut up?”

“Do YOU ever shut up?”

“I think you like the sound of your own voice.”

“God, Granger, do you know nothing about me by now?” he laughed.

~*~

Hermione felt extremely nervous as she walked up the steps of Grimmauld Place, its brass knocker in the shape of a snake, taunting her as it shined in the sunlight. This was what she had been dreading more than anything during her pregnancy, telling Harry and Ron about the father. She had told Ginny in a moment of honesty and the red head, while shocked had congratulated her and seemed to be very happy and excited at the prospect of becoming an aunt. Ron on the other hand, she knew what his reaction would be, making a personal bet with herself that the word ferret would come up at least 10 times. Harry on the other hand…Well she didn’t really know what his reaction would be.

She rapped hard on the knocker several times, causing the door to open of its own accord and Hermione quickly entered and closed the door securely behind her. She shivered as she took off her coat and placed it on the coat stand near the front door, before taking a quick peek at her reflection in the hall way mirror. She took the time to admire the changes Ginny had made to the Black family house, no longer dark and gloomy, but airy and bright.

She took a deep breath as she stepped into the main sitting room, finding Harry sprawled out across the sofa, Ron and Pansy on the opposite couch. They seemed to be watching the television that Harry had acquired for Grimmauld Place, charmed to show Magical programmes such as Quidditch matches and potion brewing programs. Hermione cleared her throat as she walked closer to her friends.

“Hermione!” said Pansy as she jumped up out of Ron’s lap, her arms raised in greeting.

“Hello Pansy, your looking well.” she smiled.

Pansy’s eyes drifted toward the slight curve of Hermione’s stomach and she gasped quietly. Her eyes met Hermione’s and Hermione shook her head in a silent protest. Pansy nodded at her and proceeded to take her hand.

“Hey ‘Mione!” said Ron, not even bothering to get up of the couch, too glued to the T.V to watch.

But it was Harry who noticed the growing roundness of Hermione’s stomach and raised a dark eyebrow at his best friend.

“Hey Harry.” she smiled.

“Hey to you too, is there something you want to tell us?” he asked.

Ron turned his head at that same moment and his face drained of all colour, “Bloody fucking hell, ‘Mione!” he said.

“Surprise.” Hermione laughed.

“You’re pregnant!” cried Ron.

“So it would seem.” said Hermione.

“Whose is it?” asked Harry, his bright green eyes feeling like an x ray as they surveyed her body.

“I want you to promise me, you wont go mad when I tell you.” she asked as Harry rose from his seat.

“Just tell us, Mione, really it cant really be that bad.” said Ron.

Hermione looked to Pansy who smiled at her sympathetically, and gave her a gentle nod.

“The father of my child is Draco Malfoy.” she said.

Ron immediately started to roar with laughter, clutching his sides and trying in vain to wipe the tears that threatened to spill over from laughing so much. Pansy elbowed him sharply and he eventually ceased his insane bout of laughter. He looked slightly crestfallen when he realised she wasn’t joking.

“Really? Blooming hell Hermione, Draco Malfoy?” he asked.

“Really, Ronald.” she said as she turned to toward her other best friend, “Harry?”

“Ron, could I have a moment alone with Hermione, please?” asked Harry.

Ron looked between his two closest friends and nodded, before leading Pansy by the hand out of the room. The door slammed shut with a flick of Harry’s wand, and she knew instantly that he had thrown the Mufflatio charm at the door, as the small buzz of the spell became a background noise.

“Malfoy? Hermione, really how could you sink so low?” he asked.

“How dare you!” she said, anger flooding her veins.

“No, Hermione, how dare you. Your meant to be my best friend, and your shagging our enemy!” he shouted.

Hermione sighed.

“Harry, he hasn’t been our enemy for several long years now. Its time to let go.” she said.

“It may take you as long as it takes for you to drop your knickers to forget, but as for me I’ll never forget.” he spat.

“Why are you being like this?” she asked.

“I thought you had more sense, Hermione. Where is the girl who I used to spend days upon days with just talking and being friends? It seems a life time ago.”

“I haven’t been that girl for a long time, Harry. That girl faded away when we fought a war, when we changed from teenagers into adults.”

“I know what we went through, Hermione. I just hoped that you remembered just how much you mean to me.”

“Is that was this is really about Harry? Are you jealous?” she asked.

“Its not about being jealous, its about loyalty.”

“Loyalty?” she seethed, “You have the cheek to question my loyalty? You were the one who abandoned me when I needed you most, Harry, you promised to love me, and what happened? You crawled back to Ginny!”

“I love you ‘Mione, I always have, you know that.” he said as he stepped forward.

“You don’t Harry, and if I’m honest, I’m glad. You were right when you said we were better off as friends.”

“But ‘Mione-” started Harry.

“No Harry, stop.” she interrupted “I love you , Harry, I really do. But I’m not in love with you anymore. I’m having a baby Harry, and you need to respect the fact that Draco is the father.”

“I can’t, as long as your with him. You need to choose, us or Malfoy.” he said coldly.

Hermione shook her head slightly as she processed what Harry had just said.

“What?”

“Choose. Us or Malfoy.”

“I can’t believe you!” she cried as angry tears formed in her eyes, she took one last glance at her childhood friend, before blasting the door open and running for her coat.

~*~

Hermione arrived back at the manor in a blaze of tears, sobbing intently as she walked through the door to her bedroom, she was surprised to find Draco sitting at her desk reading her newest Muggle romance novel.

“What’s up?” he asked in concern as she wiped away her tears using her sleeve as a handkerchief.

“Harry, he was so horrible, Draco. I’ve never seen him like that.” she cried as his arms came around her.

“Did you tell him?” he asked.

She nodded as she placed her head on his shoulder.

“And?” he asked

“He went ballistic, he said I had to choose, between you and him.” she sobbed.

“What!” he shouted, causing Hermione to flinch in his arms.

“Draco, please.” she said quietly as his anger mounted.

“Why the fuck would he ask you to choose? I thought he was your best friend.” he said as she stepped out of his arms and walked toward the bed.

“You don’t understand.”

“I’ll never fucking understand will I? Because you’ll never stand up to them, you’ll always be there to fucking hold their hands!”

“That’s not fair!”

“Fuck being fair! When are you going to stop being a doormat and use that famed Gryffindor courage?”

“You cant ask me to do that, we have been friends for so long!”

“Well, if your friendship meant anything to him, he would have NEVER asked you to choose!”

“He loves me Draco, he only wants what’s best for me.” she said as he paced back and forth, his fists clenching as he thought of how much Potter had upset his witch.

“And what’s best for you, is reducing you to tears when your five months pregnant? I don’t fucking think so!”

“He doesn’t mean what he says.” she said.

“Stop defending them!” he shouted, as the door swung open and Lucius Malfoy entered the bedroom.

“What on earth’s going on here?” he asked as he took in the sight of a visibly distressed Hermione and his furious son.

“Harry asked me to choose between him and Draco.” she said.

“That’s preposterous.” said Lucius.

“Exactly! And she comes home sobbing her heart out because of him, and now I’m left feeling like I’m in the wrong.” said Draco.

“Potter is simply being bull-headed, butting his horns against you, thinking you will surrender to his demands. I suggest that you give him time to come around, and he will soon be apologising.” said Lucius.

“I hate seeing her like this.” said Draco as he sat next to the crying mother of his child.

Hermione sat up and wrapped her arms around Draco, who in turn buried his face in her tumbling curls. Her arms tightened around him as he whispered into her ear, “I’m sorry.”

Lucius took his leave as the two melded together, clinging to each other as Draco whispered his apologies. Maybe he hadn’t raised the boy that badly after all.


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“What do you mean she fell?”

“She tripped on the last step, as she ran to greet Draco.”

“I knew it! I knew Malfoy would end up hurting her!”

“Its not his fault.”

“Everything’s his fault.”

“What about the baby?”

“We don’t know anything, the healers are still with her.”

“And Malfoy?”


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So sorry for the stopping in my updates, work became heavy and there just wasn't time to write! But I'm back and with 10 whole days off LOL, so the update will be coming regular again! Enjoy the chapter! And a BIG thank you to each and every one of you who reviewed, you are the best! Big Malfoy kisses for all of you!

Ok, so I know the story is a little angsty at the moment, but it will be all about the humour in the next coming chapters...Ok..Enjoy this chapter!