Baby of Mine
chapter image by arushi at TDA!
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, or the characters.
Chapter Eight: Truth & Consequences.
Hermione didn’t want to waste too much time. She had prolonged this for far too long. She had scheduled an appointment with Mr. Tajo first thing this morning. He would decide her fate and whether or not she’d be permitted to continue her work as an Auror. She also knew that if the worst situation of her not returning to work, it didn’t mean she couldn’t continue after the baby was born. It didn’t mean forever.
As another wave of nauseous hit, she wondered when the morning sickness would stop. From what her mother had told her, childbirth wasn’t easy but it was worth it, all the pain and hurt she’d have to endure. Hermione wasn’t exactly looking forward to that part. She then knew she’d have to confirm Harry’s suspicions and with telling Harry, she would have to tell Ron as well. She figured it would be best if Malfoy was there as well. She didn’t want to have to tell her best friends alone, afraid of what they would say. She knew Ginny supported her but that didn’t mean her best friends had the same opinion, despite what Ginny told her otherwise.
She knew walking into Mr. Tajo office this morning; this conversation wasn’t going to be easy. “Hello Mr. Tajo, thank you for meeting me.”
“It’s no problem Ms. Granger, now what did you wish to speak to me about?”
“You see sir, I don’t know if I can continue working as an Auror…” She left him hanging, wondering what he thought after she stated she wouldn’t be able to work anymore. In truth, she could continue her work in the Auror department for another six and a half months, but he didn’t have to know that yet.
“I don’t quite understand Ms. Granger, are you ill? Is it your father?”
“I’m not ill exactly, I’m pregnant sir. And for the safety of the baby I can’t risk my job as an auror.”
“Well I guess Congratulations are in order, when exactly are you due?”
“December twenty-second. What exactly would happen with my job now until then?”
“Well as far as I can tell, you’ll still be able to partake in minor missions which I will keep an eye on you or I shall get one of our top Aurors to watch over you. I don’t see a reason to worry until you’re five months along. Once that time comes, we’ll worry about it then.”
“Alright, that sounds fair. You wouldn’t mind me taking off half a day once a month for my doctor’s appointments would you?”
“Not at all, my wife herself was pregnant not too long ago, so I know how it feels.”
“Thank you sir, I also have another request from you.”
“What is it?” He asked, patiently.
“Mr. Malfoy will also be joining me for my appointments once a month as well, so I was wondering if he’d be able to take half the day off as well.”
“I don’t mean to assume Ms. Granger, but is Mr. Malfoy the father of your baby?”
There was a pause before Mr. Tajo spoke again. “Very well, you may tell him that he is welcome to accompany you to your appointments but if he needs any other time off, he must come to me directly.”
“Understood, thank you sir.”
“Not a problem Ms. Granger, now I believe you have some work to get back too,” He nodded at her, before she left the office with a smile on her face. She hadn’t lost her job and she felt relieved, she could still continue her work.
She had a feeling that Mr. Tajo had insisted that one of the top Aurors was probably going to be Harry, Ron or Mal- no Draco. They were the three best Aurors, aside from herself. All four of them, when working together as a team, managed to get majority of the criminals off the streets of London. She wished she knew more information about Greyback which could help them, but she was at a loss. He hadn’t been sighted in London for years.
Now that her talk with Mr. Tajo was done, her major problem was now going to be talking to her best friends, she wasn’t prepared for this. It didn’t even help that Harry knew that she was pregnant. This revelation didn’t help at all. She had asked them to meet her for lunch. She owed them the truth.
She made her way to her office, a piece of parchment lay sitting at her desk. She picked it up not recognizing the handwriting.
‘You’re closer than you think.’
The entire letter gave no indication to who had written it, there was no signature. She had no idea who had sent her this. She looked around the office; nothing was out of the ordinary. She figured she could talk to Harry about this, maybe he knew. She took a closer look at the note, there were smudge marks and if she assumed correct, it looked like blood. She didn’t want to think of it as a threat, because the letter held no meaning. What had it meant, ‘You’re closer than you think?’ What exactly she close to?
She decided to let it drop until it became necessary, for now she had other work that needed to be done.
Lunchtime arrived too soon for her liking and it was five to twelve. Ron and Harry were to arrive in her office any moment. She heard their steps before they had even set foot into the room. She’d known them far too long.
“Hermione, we haven’t seen you in awhile.” Ron mentioned.
“I know there’s a reason for it but it’d be probably easier if you were both sitting down to hear this.”
“Alright,” Harry said, as Ron and he himself pulled up two chairs near her desk. There was still a third chair and Harry must have noticed. “What’s the third chair for Hermione?”
“Um-I, there’s someone else joining us for lunch today, that’s all,” Hermione said nervously. She knew Malfoy would be joining shortly, she just hoped to prolong this conversation as much as possible.
“So, what is it that you wanted to talk to us about?”
“We can talk about that soon, I want to hear of your engagement. Thanks for telling me, Ron, by the way. And you say were supposed to be best friends.”
“Sorry, I must have forgotten. And don’t change the subject. We’re not stupid, Hermione; we’ve known you long enough to know when you’re nervous. You either bite your lip or you change the subject to avoid talking about whatever it is that you don’t want to talk about,” Ron said.
“That’s not true, and I’m not changing the subject, I simply wanted small talk beforehand. I don’t exactly see you two everyday anymore.”
“Yeah, anymore being the key word.” Harry mentioned. “Why are you trying to avoid us, Hermione?”
“I’m not avoiding you. A lot has been on my mind, that’s all.”
“Every Friday night? Don’t think we haven’t noticed; your excuses aren’t going to work anymore. We want the truth Hermione, what’s going on?” Harry said.
“Should I come back later?” Another voice sounded out in the room. Hermione looked up to see Malfoy standing at the doorway, with a curious look on his face. She might have told him to have lunch with her, but she figured if she didn’t tell him that Harry and Ron were going to be there too, he’d have no way of backing out. Whether he liked it or not, he was in this too. That and she also had wanted to tell him the good news.
“No, come in.”
She knew Harry and Ron were giving her curious looks as to why Draco Malfoy was in her office though they didn’t say anything. They may have worked together but it didn’t mean they liked each other; it was a miracle if they managed to tolerate and be able to talk civically to one another.
“I know you both are wondering what Malfoy is doing here and there’s a perfectly good reason for it,” Hermione answered before anyone could say anything. She didn’t know how to explain it. She took a deep breath, “I’m pregnant and Malfoy’s the father of my child.” She closed her eyes so she couldn’t look at her best friend’s faces. She didn’t want to see their reactions.
“What? Is what I think you just said true? You’re pregnant with Malfoy’s child?” Ron asked flabbergast. He wasn’t angry yet, the shock hadn’t exactly settled yet.
“I think you know the truth Weasley, I highly doubt she has to spell it out for you,” Malfoy said.
“How did this happen – actually, scratch that, I don’t want to know, just tell me something- are you secretly dating or something? Because for as long as I’ve known you Hermione, you have always hated Malfoy and now you’re carrying his child, that doesn’t make any sense,” Harry said.
“I never meant for it to happen. It was the night of party, I guess I had been drinking too much, I'm a little fuzzy with the details but basically the next morning I woke up next to him. Turns out two months later I’m pregnant with his child. It’s unexpected but I don’t regret having this child. As far as Malfoy and I go, we’re... friends,” Hermione said, slowly realizing what Malfoy actually meant to her at that moment.
“I can’t believe this, you and him, having a baby? This is just unbelievable and you knew...” Ron shouted, once realizing that Harry had known all along, “You knew she was pregnant and you didn’t tell me, why?”
“I’m sorry Ron, it was an accident that I even found out, Ginny told me –"
“Oh nice, Ginny knew too, so I’m pretty much the only one who didn’t know. That’s just great, some friends you are!” Ron shouted, before storming out of the room. Hermione tried to shout his name before the door was slammed shut. Tears were pouring, she had had a feeling like something like this would happen, she just didn’t know it would hurt this much.
“I’m sorry, you know that Harry, I never w-would have, you must know th-that,” Hermione said, trying to reassure her other best friend, she couldn’t lose him too.
“I know Hermione, Ron’s just angry right now; it’s a lot to process. But I can understand why you didn’t want to tell us.”
“So you’re not angry with me?”
“Not angry no, a little hurt that you didn’t trust us to understand and be there for you. We’re your best friends Hermione; nothing could come between us, not even a Malfoy’s baby.”
Hermione stifled a laugh, before wiping her tears away.
“But just because I’m not exactly happy with this, doesn’t mean I trust you, Malfoy. We may work together, and now you’re having a baby with Hermione doesn’t mean we’re suddenly going to be friends.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Potter,” Malfoy said.
“Look, I better go find Ron before he blows something up. Hermione, just give him time, he’ll come around. You know that if you ever need us all you have to do is owl.”
“Thank you Harry, it means a lot. I hope when Ron does calm down, he’ll be just as reassuring,” She walked towards him to give him a hug, before he left her office.
Hermione took another deep breath before facing Malfoy, “There is another reason as to why you’re here.”
“Really now? Although that hadn’t gone as bad as I thought it would,” Malfoy said.
“Trust me; you haven’t seen the brunt of it yet.” Hermione said. “I spoke with Mr. Tajo this morning, about my job.”
“What did he say?”
“He told me I’ll still be eligible to work as an Auror for the next couple of months. He said I shouldn’t worry so much but he said he would accompany me or he would assign particular Head Aurors to watch over for me if I were to go on more dangerous missions within reach of losing the baby.”
“I have a feeling that he would have assigned Harry, Ron or you as my ‘protector’. He has no doubt that you three are the hardest working Aurors at the Ministry.”
“Well naturally of course. Was that all you wanted to speak to me about?”
“As far as I know, thank you for coming. Don’t forget our appointment is next week.”
“Right, see you.”
As soon as Malfoy had left her office, she wept silently.
He closed the door to Granger’s office quietly and turned. He hadn’t expected it, but he was sure he had deserved it. Weasley had come out of nowhere and as soon as Malfoy had been within his reach, he’d punched him square in the face. Blood was dripping from Malfoy’s nose.
“I guess I deserved that much.” Draco said.
“You deserve much more, but I don’t really feel like wasting my time hitting you again,” Weasley told him.
“Just think of it as the beginning, Malfoy, you know we’re never going to be friends, I’m just warning you now that if you ever- and I mean if you ever- hurt Hermione, I will kill you.”
“Thanks for the warning,” He said it sarcastically, but he kept it in mind that he knew that Weasley was not kidding. He knew he had grown since Hogwarts.
“Good, glad we got that cleared up. I’m going to go and talk to Hermione now, I would suggest you go look for places outside of South America to search for Greyback,” Malfoy nodded and headed straight for his office. He may have been Weasley and Potter’s partner but he was still underneath them, as hard it was to believe.
He knew that when Potter and Weasley were told about Grang- no Hermione’s pregnancy, they were going to take it hard. Weasley would have taken it to heart since he and Granger had dated in the past. Sometimes Draco wondered if Weasley was still in love with Granger. They were close, too close to be considered best friends sometimes. He stopped himself from thinking about this any further. He was in no way, shape, or form jealous of Weasley. He just didn’t want his future son to have another father. He would be the father and only him, he’d make sure of that.
Author’s Notes: Sorry for the long update, but here’s the next chapter. Stay tuned for the next one in a couple of weeks.