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Baby Of Mine by sammm
Chapter 1 : Realizations
 
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Baby of Mine



Plot:
'Malfoy, I'm pregnant.' 'Well then I feel sorry for the bloke that knocked you up.' 'You're the father.' The two ex-students get into a little bit of a mess after a Ministry party, and have to deal with the consequences.

Disclaimer: I don’t own J.K. Rowling, nor the characters.


chapter image by arushi at TDA!


Chapter One: Realizations

Sheets were sprawled out across the bed, clothes on the floor. The unfamiliar colors of the walls- she knew in that instant she wasn’t in her flat. Hermione Granger was a well respected woman in the Wizarding World, and even after only being 22 years old she’d made quite the career for herself. She worked in the Ministry of Magic along with her best friends; Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. She’d only woken up a few minutes earlier with a pounding headache; she also knew she shouldn’t have drunk so much last night at the party. She wasn’t much of a drinker but her emotions were on turmoil. Her mother had been pressuring her lately to settle down with someone and have children- and though Hermione knew her mother was right in some aspects, she didn’t think she was completely ready yet. All her friends were with someone, so she felt lonely most of the time.

Half of the wizarding world was at the Ministry Party with dates. Hermione of course, came alone. She wasn’t going to pressure anyone into going with her, and she didn’t want to rush it last minute either. The Ministry thought it’d be a great idea to have parties every five months, in celebration. Hermione honestly thought it a waste of time. Ginny had tried repeatedly to fix Hermione up with someone, but it never seemed to work out. Hermione was picky- she couldn’t have someone who would only look up to her for her brains, or her status. It wasn’t her style. She was plain, and sometimes boring. She was a bookworm- she still loved to read ‘Hogwarts: A History’. Though she’d grown up and her looks had definitely changed from when she was in Hogwarts, she wasn’t exactly beautiful.

She took notice of the room she was in. It had green walls, and a dark beige carpet surrounded the floor. The furniture was an elegant dark rich wood color. Once her eye caught something else, she wanted to scream. She wished she could have taken back all the drinks she’d had last night, for nothing could be worse than this. Here lying next to her in bed was her ex-enemy- Draco Malfoy. How could she have let this happen?

After Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy had been seen as a Death Eater, a killer in everyone’s eyes. Know one had believed he’d gone to the Order of the Phoenix, and proclaimed he wanted to destroy Voldemort just as much as everyone else. If anyone could believe that he’d join the good side, everyone would have thought him insane. But then again, his mother perished because Malfoy refused to be involved in the Dark Arts. The war went on for about two years, two brutal and horrible years. A lot of people had been destroyed, murdered, burned, and injured. In the end, Voldemort was no more than a spirit. The Order and the War had lost so many people, students, families and friends they wouldn’t forget. Hermione received her job at the Ministry a couple of months after the war, and had to work with Malfoy on several occasions. They hardly talked when they were on assignment together, nor were they acquaintances. They would never be friends, though they weren’t the same people they were back in school.

Hermione couldn’t remember everything that had happened the night before, but she knew some thing had happened. She pulled the sheets tighter around her body looking for her clothes. She couldn’t face him; she definitely didn’t want to be here when he woke up either. Once she found her clothes, she ran into the bathroom and apparated into her flat; hoping to forget that this had ever happened.


XXX




In a café down the street from Hermione’s flat sat her mother drinking a cup of tea- waiting for her daughter to arrive. She was 10 minutes late- that wasn’t like her daughter. Her daughter was usually always the one to arrive first.

“Sorry mum, I got- uh caught up at work,” Hermione said, as she rushed towards the table her mother was sitting at.

“I was almost worried dear, you’re never late.”

“I know I was given a new assignment at work today, so I had to start preparing.”

“You know I don’t like you taking too much responsibility Hermione, you have enough already on your plate. Besides what I really wanted to ask you was about your party?”

“Must we, Mum? I mean every time there’s a function at work, or a typical celebration. You have to keep pressuring me to start a family. I’m only 22 years old, why can’t you see that I have plenty of time?”

“I know you do, Hermione. It’s just that you’re a very beautiful girl who anyone would be lucky enough to have, and I’m just trying to do you a favor.”

“Mum, listen to me. I don’t need any help not from Ginny, Harry and even Ron, and especially not from you. The last thing I need right now is a love life.”

“Alright Hermione, I’ll respect your wishes. But do tell me about this party, was it like the last one…”

“Mum!”

“Sorry dear, we’ll talk about something else.”

“Thank you. How’s Dad?”

Her mother’s face had once been happy turned a saddened expression, one Hermione couldn’t determine. “Still in the hospital, the doctor says he may never be able to walk again.”

“Couldn’t we try to submit him to St. Mungo’s, Mum?”

“I don’t think so; he’s been in the hospital for three months Hermione.”

Hermione’s family had been through a lot after the war. Mr. Granger had gotten into a car accident three months ago, hit by a drunk driver. He’d been leveled on heavy medication ever since. Doctors and nurses had repeatedly tried everything. His legs were paralyzed and no one could determine the reason as to why. Hermione was worried, worried about her father, especially her mother and how she was taking the news. She guessed that was why her mother pushed her so much into having a love life, she was loosing her husband and needed something to do to prevent her thinking she’d be alone for the rest of her life.

“Don’t worry Mum, he’ll make it. He’ll be alright.”


XXX




He woke up with a pounding headache, as he couldn’t remember the night before. Except he did remember he was at the Ministry Party- even though he hadn’t wanted to be there. His best friend dragged him there thinking he might actually have a good time- what a liar that bloke was. He recognized his flat immediately, it wasn’t his ideal flat, but he didn’t have much of a choice, and he would rather kill himself then go back to the Manor. His father still in Azkaban- having never to participate in the war- had gone slightly insane. There weren’t any good memories in the place he’d lived his entire life. He never received his inheritance from his father because he’d refused the Dark Arts and Voldemort. He’d been disowned, and had to struggle because of it.

The Ministry wasn’t willing to accept him either, since he was a Malfoy. Luckily enough for him, Harry Bloody Potter had miraculously saved him- more than once. Fighting against his fellow students, truly seeing them for who they really were; they weren’t just students anymore. The war lasted two brutal years, and afterwards he’d gone into hiding. He wasn’t welcome in the wizarding world. But he knew he couldn’t stay hidden, he had nowhere to go. His best friend worked at the Ministry in the Department of Magical Catastrophes, and Draco needed a job. His ideal job was certainly not in that department, but anything he could possibly get his hands on was good enough. Once granted that particular job, he’d moved on to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Squad, as a hit wizard. He mostly worked along side the Aurors, and devised meetings with the Law Enforcement.

Once Draco was wide awake, he glanced around his bedroom, and noticed the crumpled up sheets, his clothes everywhere on the floor. Then he noticed something shiny on the floor, hidden between a black sock and his shoe. He pulled himself out of bed- noticing that he wasn’t wearing anything at all- pulled the sheets around his waist, and picked up what appeared to be a Ministry badge.

He took a closer look, and noticed immediately who it belonged to.

Hermione Granger.

Sudden realization hit him like a bullet. He didn’t have to be a genius to know what had happened last night.

Bloody Hell.




Author’s Notes: Alright so this is the end of the chapter, kind of short but that was the point since it is the beginning of the story. I know I shouldn’t be starting to write another story when ‘Dance Lessons’ isn’t finished. But this idea came to me and I just had to write it down. Hope you like it.

Please Read & Review.

sammm


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