Chapter 24 : Sharing
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An hour. That was how long Narcissa had babbled on about being a grandmother and giving Hermione parenting and pregnancy advice before she could escape. She wandered the hallways in a sort of daze. What did she do now? ‘Tell Draco . . .’ her mind echoed. No. How on earth could she do that?! What would he say? Would he be angry? Nervous? Happy? There was no telling.
Finding that she was in front of her and Draco’s new room (which they had already moved into), she wandered inside. Half of her hoped that he was inside, another half feared he was. She stepped into the large bedroom and felt immediately relieved when he was no where to be seen. ‘But where is he then?’ asked that voice again.
She sat down on the large king sized bed of blue and silver watching the outside world through the windows. How could she be pregnant? Well, she knew how she was pregnant – but she never actually expected it to happen! Rubbing her hand over her still flat tummy, she found it hard to believe that there was a small child growing in there. She was carrying the future leader of the wizarding world. The sudden reality of the subject hit her harshly. She couldn’t do this alone. She didn’t even want to think about it alone for another minute. She needed to tell Draco.
“Misfit?” she ordered to the empty environment and a small ugly house elf popped up in front of her.
“Yes m’lady?” asked the snarling elf. Even though he paid her all the right respects, he still hated her with a passion. She guessed it was for her Mudblood background.
“Where is my husband?”
“Master is in his private study, miss.”
“Oh? Where is that?” she asked curiously. She didn’t know Draco had a private study, he had missed that one on the tour – although, the tour didn’t go according to plan . . . he had hit her. She remembered it vividly. The feeling when he had cracked her cheekbone – she had never felt so abused in her life.
“No one is to know – master insists on it remaining a secret . . .”
“Well you can tell me – I’m his wife!”
“No miss, he says no one is to know.” Hermione was becoming quite annoyed with the damn elf.
“Fine then – go and tell him that I want to see him!” she ordered harshly, but still the elf didn’t move.
“He does not like being disturbed . . .”
“Misfit!” she yelled, “I don’t care – tell him I want to see him, NOW!”
“But miss, he would punish Misfit if-“
“I swear Misfit, if you don’t go and get him, I will personally punish you! Just tell him it’s an emergency! Now go!” The elf didn’t argue again. He took her threat seriously and it almost seemed that his eyes shone with a new passion – but Hermione wasn’t sure it was hatred. It almost looked like pride! What on earth was wrong with these house elves? No one in their right mind would be happy when someone does threaten them!
Draco arrived only moments later looking quite perplexed.
“What’s going on? Misfit said there was an emergency . . .” he asked as he crossed the room and sat down gently next to Hermione on the edge of the bed. She didn’t say a word, she just sat on the edge of the bed with her head bent low and her hands tucked into her lap. Draco knew something was going on – but what? “Hermione-“
“You know how we were talking about . . . trying to get pregnant . . .” she stopped and waited for his answer, but none came as he waited for her to continue her sentence. He had a feeling that he knew where this was going, but he just didn’t believe it. “. . . well, we won’t have to try any longer.”
Draco didn’t move towards her. Didn’t say a word. Didn’t think. He got up and walked out of the room.
Back in his study, he sat down in his chair. How had this happened? Well, he knew how it happened – but to be truthful, he never really thought of it as a possibility. Happy couples become pregnant, have children and create a family. He and Hermione were far from a happy couple. The only time they actually seemed to like each other was when they were doing the dirty. But now this was shoved at them and Draco didn’t know if he was ready for this.
Was he ready to be a father?
But then again, he didn’t have much choice in the matter. She was pregnant. With his child. Suddenly, the strangest question popped into his head.
‘Boy or girl?’
This question was totally out of the blue for him – one moment he was worrying about his inability to be a father, the next he was wondering what sex the child was! But still the question lingered in his mind. Sure, he hoped for a boy (and assumed it most likely would be considering that he was meant to be the Dark Lord’s heir), but still, he wouldn’t mind a girl. The thought of a strapping young lad to take after him made a new pride and happiness swell within Draco’s chest.
But he was still so young – possibly too young to be a father. He was only twenty-one (having had a birthday while he was away on a mission), he was sure he was too young to handle the pressures of parenthood. Hermione was younger – only twenty. But it wasn’t just their ability to parent that worried him. People who have children should be close. Closer than he and Hermione. They were married – but they didn’t love each other – and children should have a loving family.
What was it exactly that stopped him from loving Hermione? ‘You don’t know how to love . . .’ spoke his conscious. He wanted to disagree with it even though he knew it was right. He knew how to make love – but not to give it, or feel it. He had never really been brought up in a loving environment. His parents loved each other – but because of who they were, there was also a lot of hate. Not towards each other – but others. It was in Lucius’s nature to be hateful like he was.
What about Draco? Was he as spiteful as his father? Was he anything like his father?
He was a spitting image of his father. A copy in all rights. But he could love this child – he knew that. The child and Hermione would both need his support and help – especially Hermione. She was so alone in this venture – it wasn’t like anyone else could carry the burden for her . . . but he could help.
Re-entering his shared bedroom with Hermione, he heard the taps running in the bathroom. Not hesitating to enter, he found her washing her face in the basin. She had been crying. As soon as she saw him she started drying her face, but still she didn’t say a word. He knew he had hurt her by walking out of the room like that, and he was guilty for it.
She kept her back turned on him as she patted her face dry and be approached her. She didn’t fight him when he turned her around and brought her into a hug. The tears returned and she collapsed against his chest while she cried. Draco didn’t try to comfort her or calm her down . . . he just held her.
“Draco – I’m so scared! I’m so scared that I can’t do this . . . I can’t do it alone . . . what if I fail?” she sobbed against his chest. He ran his hand up and down her back in a comforting motion.
“Shh . . . you won’t be alone. I’ll help you.” he soothed. A new wave of tears overcame her and she clung even tighter to him. They both knew that this was the beginning of a new partnership. They were partners in this and together, they could do it.
“My lord, my wife informs me that Hermione has fallen pregnant . . .” reported Lucius. Voldemort’s deep red eyes seemed to glow all the brighter and a sickening smile swept across his features.
“Finally – things are moving! Oh, Lucius . . . you don’t know how pleased I am to hear this!”
Draco and Hermione were both lying on their backs staring at the ceiling, Hermione using Draco’s arm as a headrest. The simplicity of their conversation was comforting.
“What do you think it is?” Draco asked.
“The baby . . . what do you think it is?”
“Boy, of course . . .”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
They both seemed to take a moment to consider this thought.
“I bet he looks like you!” she said smilingly.
“Yeah. A true Malfoy boy!” she said in a pompous tone and giggled. He smiled as well.
“It’s so weird . . .”
“What is?” she asked.
“Well, I just still can’t picture myself as a father. It doesn’t seem possible . . .”
“Hmm, I know what you mean. The idea of being a mother scares me to death.” Draco clasped her hand all the tighter at this comment and she smiled at him happily.
“We’ll learn . . . I know we will.”
“Yeah, you’re right . . . Oh! Your mother though! I don’t know how I’m ever going to handle her!” she said wildly sounding very melodramatic. Draco laughed at her comment.
“She’s just excited. Just try to let her down easily when she finally becomes too much!” Hermione smiled. She liked being here with Draco like this. Usually they only got along well when they were having sex, but here they were talking and laughing happily with no intentions of sex.
“Hmm . . . Oh! That’s what I wanted to ask you! I’ve been meaning to ask you ever since the day that Pansy visited – what did you mean about ‘books’?”
“Oh – I totally forgot about that!” he said as he smiled at her. “I said I was going to make it worth your while, didn’t I?”
“Well, in that case . . .” he said mysteriously as he jumped up off the bed, pulling her up with him.
“Where are we going?” she asked curiously as he dragged her towards the door.
“You’ll see . . .”
“Draco, where are we going?” Hermione asked as he dragged her down numerous passageways towards an unknown destination.
“Just wait and you’ll see . . . ah! Here we are!” He stopped in front of a portrait of two old men drinking out of large bottles. Hermione was still very confused. “Hello gentlemen, how are you today?” he asked of the two old geezers. The both of them turned to look at him with droopy eyes.
“We were fine until you decided to interrupt us! What the bloody hell do you want anyhow?” asked one of the men in a slurred and angry tone.
“Why, I would only like a sip of your ale if you be so kind . . .”
“And why the bloody hell should we give you any of our ale? My friend here, if he could talk, would tell you to bugger off and get your own, and so I am inclined to do just that!” said the old man once again, his face growing very red, most likely from his over indulgence in the ale.
“But sir, if you would just give me but one sip, I could go on my way and not disturb you any more . . .” Draco said smoothly. The old men both regarded him with a look of distrust.
“How am I to know that you wont steal my ale the moment I hand it over to you?”
“Sir, it is an insult to my character that you insinuate that I would steal your drink. I promise you on my life that I will not steal your ale!” Draco reassured. The both of them stared at him for a moment longer before the old mute nodded his head at Draco, gesturing to his friend to give him a swig. The other man handed over the bottle and amazingly it passed through the portrait and easily into Draco’s hand.
“How did you do that?” Hermione whispered in her urgent need to understand this amazing concept of magic. Draco just shushed her and raised his bottle to the gentlemen with a smile as the portrait clicked open.
“Thankyou gentlemen, I am ever so grateful. Good day to you!” Howls of anger and disgust echoed from the two men as Draco opened the portrait and allowed Hermione to step inside and then closed it behind them.
“How does that work?” she asked insistently.
“It’s quite easy really. I’m not sure how the magic of it works and how I ever came to get this bottle-“ he said turfing the ale into a very large pile of bottles, “but basically, you just have to convince the two old idiots to hand over their bottle of ale and then the portrait pops open. They’re always too drunk to remember me and they somehow keep on getting more alcohol – eventually I take all this back out to them . . .” he said gesturing to the large pile of beer bottles on his floor. “Pretty cool huh?”
“Yeah, quite clever really . . .” she said with a smile. The room was still quite dark and so she still had no idea where they were. “So where are we anyway?”
“In the west wing – let’s get some light in here . . .” he waved his wand and light spread to every corner of the enormous room. Hermione couldn’t help but gasp. Every wall was covered in books. It was like a library. In the centre of the room was a large mahogany desk. That was when Hermione realised that she must be in Draco’s private study.
“It’s . . . amazing!” she gasped as her eyes flicked across all the books. She itched to get her hands on them, to hold them and discover all their secrets.
“They’re a collection of all my favourites. You won’t find any of these titles in the main library, some of them you won’t even find in any wizarding library . . .”
“You mean Muggle texts?”
“Yes, I don’t hate everything about them Hermione, just most things . . .” she smiled at him and he at her before she quickly rushed to the nearest bookshelf and began pulling various titles from the shelf in her haste to read them all.
Draco watched as she passionately began her pursuit of his favourite texts. She looked so happy, and if he had any say in the matter, that was how she’d stay!
Author’s Note: And they lived happily ever after! Nah, not even close! Sorry it’s taking me so long to update! I’ve got so much work for uni – and the reading isn’t nearly as interesting as this, let me assure you! Anyway, please leave a review! I can’t tell you how shocked I was when I finally logged on again to discover that I’d had about 650 reviews all up for this story! I couldn’t (and still can’t) stop going ‘WOW’! He he!
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