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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
31,163
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own the Harry Potter series or fandom, nor do I make any profit from these stories. If you have bought this fanfic or seen it posted anywhere else, you have been RIPPED.
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Note: If you’ve read my other story…I’m kind of a big fan of the obliviate spell [which will be completed…]. For any dark wizard, it truly is a twisted spell. For everyone who imagines Malfoy in a depraved and completely unforgiving light, this is for you.
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Hermione followed Ginny down the stairs, “Really, I don’t understand what’s gotten into everyone. Everyone is avoiding me like the plague; ever since I told them that—“
“SURPRISE!”
She stumbled against the wall, clutching the banister while at the same time staring at all the grinning faces in complete shock.
“Oh God!” She breathed, too surprised too move, then glanced at Ginny, who wore the satisfied smile of one who had pulled off the ultimate trick, then back at everyone standing in the front room of the Burrow.
“Oh God!” Hermione repeated, this time more loudly, and as she stood, she shook her head, “You nearly killed me, geeze thanks everyone!”
Laughter filled the room.
“Even “Mione can be fooled!” A distinct female voice trilled.
“Nothing gets past her…
“…unless it’s a Weasley.” The Twins snickered.
Hermione flushed, fully aware that everyone knew that she was pregnant.
Ron was beaming at the bottom of the stairs, and once her eyes met his her entire face lit up. She wanted to run into his arms and wrap her self around him until they both dissolved into each other.
But for now she would content herself with just looking. She couldn’t get near him as right now she was surrounded by well wishers, mainly women looking at her engagement ring or trying to rub her tummy. The band itself had been small, a simple silver band with a small, delicate yellow diamond. It had been Ron’s grandmother’s and perfect.
She should really stop looking at him; but he couldn’t look away either. God he was so beautiful; and she loved his red hair. Especially now that it had grown long. He was going to be the best father for her baby and everything was going to perfect.
Forced to turn, she allowed herself to be led into another room where drinks and a table laden with gifts existed. Apparently this was an engagement party.
“Lucky son-of-a-bitch.” Seamus Finnigun slapped Ron on the soldier while drinking a shot of firewhisky, “But you two do make a pretty picture, eh? The conquering heroes, joined together in holy matrimony. What a dynasty this will be for future generations.”
Ron shrugged, “You really think? Hermione and me don’t care about that stuff.” He sighed.
Seamus jabbed him roughly in the side, “Then what is it? Are you going to wax romantic?”
“It’s love man, love.” Ron smiled blissfully, “Who the hell cares about that kind of shit when you have everything right in front of you? It’s like she—“
Seamus held a hand up “Enough of this sappy shit, I don’t want to hear it. I think I see Malfoy. I’m going to go talk politics with him and you and Potter can commiserate.”
Ron watched him go then looked over at Harry, “What I say?”
Harry laughed, “Nothing. I think he just didn’t want to hear about how you are over the moon for Hermione is all.”
Ron shrugged, “I’m not over the moon.”
Hermione walked by and Ron’s eyes followed her like a tuning fork, and only after she was gone did he look back at Harry.
Harry raised his eyebrows, saying nothing.
“Blimey, I am over the moon, aren’t I?”
“Come on, let’s get something to drink.” Harry tugged him in the direction of the bar.
Malfoy observed the proceedings with distant politeness. He was quiet and reserved, although his face never could lose the distinct hauteur so characteristic of his bloodline. He watched with thinly veiled disdain as the Weasley’s proceeded to engage in a drinking game.
Hermione looked radiant.
She shone; her happiness was genuine and she smiled like one having received the greatest gift in this life.
She looked at Weasley not with the typical reserved for a lover but with the adoration one reserved for true love. It was clear they shared an unbreakable bond, a romance forged and cemented through conflict and overcoming the darkest of evils.
He was her other half. To Draco, this was never more clear than from his position across the room. She loved Weasley with her whole being, worthless creature that he was.
In a room full of people, the rest of them could not even exist. She loved the baby in her stomach, not because it was hers, but because Weasley had planted it there. All that mattered was him.
Draco’s lips curled. With satisfaction he would destroy it all and leave nothing behind.
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Hermione followed Ginny down the stairs, “Really, I don’t understand what’s gotten into everyone. Everyone is avoiding me like the plague; ever since I told them that—“
“SURPRISE!”
She stumbled against the wall, clutching the banister while at the same time staring at all the grinning faces in complete shock.
“Oh God!” She breathed, too surprised too move, then glanced at Ginny, who wore the satisfied smile of one who had pulled off the ultimate trick, then back at everyone standing in the front room of the Burrow.
“Oh God!” Hermione repeated, this time more loudly, and as she stood, she shook her head, “You nearly killed me, geeze thanks everyone!”
Laughter filled the room.
“Even “Mione can be fooled!” A distinct female voice trilled.
“Nothing gets past her…
“…unless it’s a Weasley.” The Twins snickered.
Hermione flushed, fully aware that everyone knew that she was pregnant.
Ron was beaming at the bottom of the stairs, and once her eyes met his her entire face lit up. She wanted to run into his arms and wrap her self around him until they both dissolved into each other.
But for now she would content herself with just looking. She couldn’t get near him as right now she was surrounded by well wishers, mainly women looking at her engagement ring or trying to rub her tummy. The band itself had been small, a simple silver band with a small, delicate yellow diamond. It had been Ron’s grandmother’s and perfect.
She should really stop looking at him; but he couldn’t look away either. God he was so beautiful; and she loved his red hair. Especially now that it had grown long. He was going to be the best father for her baby and everything was going to perfect.
Forced to turn, she allowed herself to be led into another room where drinks and a table laden with gifts existed. Apparently this was an engagement party.
“Lucky son-of-a-bitch.” Seamus Finnigun slapped Ron on the soldier while drinking a shot of firewhisky, “But you two do make a pretty picture, eh? The conquering heroes, joined together in holy matrimony. What a dynasty this will be for future generations.”
Ron shrugged, “You really think? Hermione and me don’t care about that stuff.” He sighed.
Seamus jabbed him roughly in the side, “Then what is it? Are you going to wax romantic?”
“It’s love man, love.” Ron smiled blissfully, “Who the hell cares about that kind of shit when you have everything right in front of you? It’s like she—“
Seamus held a hand up “Enough of this sappy shit, I don’t want to hear it. I think I see Malfoy. I’m going to go talk politics with him and you and Potter can commiserate.”
Ron watched him go then looked over at Harry, “What I say?”
Harry laughed, “Nothing. I think he just didn’t want to hear about how you are over the moon for Hermione is all.”
Ron shrugged, “I’m not over the moon.”
Hermione walked by and Ron’s eyes followed her like a tuning fork, and only after she was gone did he look back at Harry.
Harry raised his eyebrows, saying nothing.
“Blimey, I am over the moon, aren’t I?”
“Come on, let’s get something to drink.” Harry tugged him in the direction of the bar.
Malfoy observed the proceedings with distant politeness. He was quiet and reserved, although his face never could lose the distinct hauteur so characteristic of his bloodline. He watched with thinly veiled disdain as the Weasley’s proceeded to engage in a drinking game.
Hermione looked radiant.
She shone; her happiness was genuine and she smiled like one having received the greatest gift in this life.
She looked at Weasley not with the typical reserved for a lover but with the adoration one reserved for true love. It was clear they shared an unbreakable bond, a romance forged and cemented through conflict and overcoming the darkest of evils.
He was her other half. To Draco, this was never more clear than from his position across the room. She loved Weasley with her whole being, worthless creature that he was.
In a room full of people, the rest of them could not even exist. She loved the baby in her stomach, not because it was hers, but because Weasley had planted it there. All that mattered was him.
Draco’s lips curled. With satisfaction he would destroy it all and leave nothing behind.