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Chapter 18 : We'll Be Alright
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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.
Previously: When he left the room, she couldn't help but lie back down, trying to get comfortable with a smile on her face. Even though she was scared of what was happening to her, to her baby, she knew that even though things were terrible now, they would be okay in the end.
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Chapter Sixteen: We'll Be Alright
"Draco! I'm bored!"
"Read a book then," He suggested.
"I have, every single one I own!"
"I can't help that you're bored Hermione, you have to stay in bed right now, you just got out of the hospital."
"It's been a week, seriously?"
"Healers orders, here." He said, as he handed her a book.
"You giving it back already?"
"Yep, with you whining and complaining every single day, I had to find something to do."
"Very funny, Draco." She said with a slight smile. "What did you think?"
"I'd say we're better prepared now if anything, but just don't expect me to changing diapers anytime soon. That would be your job."
"So you wouldn't mind, feeding her, changing her, giving her a bath?"
"Just as long as I won't have to be near that stink, sure." He told her, "Though I don't understand how you think that our baby is a girl, I've told you plenty of times that Malfoy's don't bare daughters."
"I just have a feeling, and technically you went against tradition, impregnating a muggle-born, tsk, tsk."
"What can I say, i'm just the anti-pureblood."
"Have you thought about what you want to do with our living situation?" She asked him.
"Even with Mr. Tajo raise that he gave me, it won't cover everything. If we do find a place, we'd have to stick with a two bedroom apartment, not three."
"Okay? You'd be okay with sharing a bedroom with me? Sharing a bed with me?" He asked unsure, his tone was slightly nervous to her ears.
She thought about it, all week in fact. They had technically been dating for that long and yet, it seemed like she'd been with him forever. It could have been the five months previous she'd spent in his company. Maybe it was more than that? She had her fair share of relationships and they have never lasted long, except for Ron which lasted a year and Ian which lasted three years. What's to say that this relationship with Draco would last? Other than the fact that they would have a child together, there was no obligation to be together, this baby was basically pushing them together. Though through all her relationships, she'd never lived with any of them. Hell she'd never lived with a guy before.
With Ian, he was too busy with his work to really notice, too involved with his father's business that them living together would have caused more problems then them just being together, every now and then. With Ron, he hadn't wanted to leave the Burrow, leaving his home would devastate his mother and despite the fact that Hermione got along with Molly, she never wanted to get on her bad side.
Living with someone would cause issues and amount of stress, not to mention that she was pregnant and her hormones have gone haywire, though as of yet, not in front of Draco. Only Harry and Ron, and undoubtedly Ginny as well had dealt with her wrath. But for some reason, she wanted to live with Draco, despite their conversation had started out as them friends. Sure they were moving quite fast, having a baby, dating and now living together, it was entirely backwards. She had no idea how he lived, his living habits. Did he leave his towel on the floor? Was he a neat-freak?
"Well as you said, it's not like I can get pregnant." She said with a laugh.
She thought about the two days she'd stayed in the hospital, after Draco had left her with her friends, she'd been led to fend for herself. Surrounded by people she cared deeply for, and for some reason she had only wanted Draco there. Ian had been a nuisance, coming every minute asking her if she was okay or if she needed anything. She supposed he was feeling quite guilty for what had happened, he hadn't necessarily done anything to her, but the stress of work and him harassing her about Draco hadn't helped. On her part, she had told him to leave her alone for the time being, and she would contact him when she felt like talking to him, forgiving him.
Once she woke from her slightly dazed state, she felt a presence next to her, holding her hand. Thinking it was Draco, she squeezed back with a smile on her face until she opened her eyes, to see clearly. "Ian, what are you doing here?"
"I came to check on you, I wanted to make sure that you're alright."
"Well, I'm fine now so you can go. I'm sure you have things to do."
"Come on, Hermione, it's me. You can tell me anything."
"You want the truth?" She asked him, getting pissed off now. She slowly sat up, in a bit of pain, but trying to not let it bother her for now.
"I can loose the baby, and I'm not pointing fingers, but when I lost so much blood, I thought I was, and that scared me. I'm not ready to be a mother and I wouldn't trade it for anything. I love this baby and I love the fact that I made this child with Draco. Yes, he was associated with the Death Eaters, but Draco bares no mark and I proud of him for that. I want this baby and I will keep it if it's the last thing I do."
"What do you mean?"
"There's a thirty per cent chance that I could die while having this baby, and if in childbirth, there's a 50 per cent chance this baby will live and I will do everything in my power to help save it."
"That's suicide Hermione, you'd be doing yourself a favour by getting rid of the child. Do you really want to be carrying a bastard's child just so that you die in the process? Are you really ready to risk that?"
"My child is not a bastard Ian, and yes, I'm willing to risk it. I've already had this conversation with Draco, as this issue doesn't concern you. I'm only telling you because we've always been close and I wish to remain friends with you."
She raised her eyebrow in annoyance. How did he expect her to react? She almost lost the baby because of him, though she would never say that to his face, she had more class than that. Did he really expect them to be anything more than friends after he left her for his career. She understood the importance of a job, for she took hers very seriously but there is a time and place for everything and he had always put his job before hers. She knew he never cheated on her, and when he always said he was late working, he had really meant it. She just never understood why he persuade her if he didn't really care. When he proposed, she had thought that he was finally taking her into consideration, but in reality he just wanted someone to show off. He knew what her status held, she was/is the brightest witch of her age and he knew what it could for his career if he married her.
Whether he had actually loved her, that was entirely new story.
"Yes Ian, just friends." She told him. "It's been two years, you've been busy with your work, you wouldn't have had anytime for me anyways. Besides I'm having a baby and there's Draco-"
"Malfoy, please don't tell me you're involved with him." He interrupted her.
She was shocked by his anger, she knew he hated him but there was no reason for him to be angry if she was or not involved with Draco. He had no say in the matter anyways. "So what if I am?"
"He's no good for you, he can't provide for you, he can barely make enough money to support himself, how is he going to support you and a baby as well?"
"How do you know that? Nevermind, whatever money problems we have or may have of none of your concern Ian. I really don't feel like fighting, I'm in the hospital because of that."
"I am truly sorry Hermione."
"Is there a problem here?" Hermione had never been more glad to hear Ginny's voice than she was at that moment.
Draco wasn't too happy about that, it was clear he hated him, and vice versus Ian didn't like Draco all too much either. It was clear where they stood, for she could convince either one of them. She had loved Ian, she really did but he chose his career over her and it was a long time since she'd seen him, and she didn't really want to get to know him again. They had shared a connection, an engagement, but it hadn't lasted long and she had questioned his feelings for her when he left. If she had been so important to her, why he not asked her to come with him? Why abandon her? She told herself almost every day it must have been something she'd done, something she'd say to convince him not to stay. She decided that he was simply a nuisance now and there was no dwelling in the past no longer. Her future was with Draco, or so she hoped.
"No, I suppose that's true. Seriously though, you mean it?"
"Yes, though I have one condition." She told him.
"You keep your hands to yourself, regardless of how we got into this situation, this relationship of ours is still new, and sex would change things between us." She paused, thinking. "At least till after the baby is born."
"Understandable, I shall keep my hands to myself, anything else?"
"No, that's it, though it doesn't mean I can't have snogging sessions with you." She told him shyly. He smiled at her and pulled her into his lap within a second.
"You conniving minx, what shall I do with you?" She laughed and proceeded to snog him senseless.
"At least he didn't mess up the shop, everything is still in tact." She told him.
"I still can't believe you own a jewellery store."
"Well Blaise, i'm just full of surprises."
"Are you sure you're alright Pansy?"
"I'm fine Blaise, just a couple of scratches, he didn't bite me. Though it felt good to be able to talk to Bill Weasley about his attack, made me feel like I wasn't the only one who went through this."
"You're not, and I'm sure there's many more who have gotten in the way of Greyback. If I wasn't sure I could take him on myself, I would." He said angrily.
She grasped his arm gently, to calm him. "It's not your fault, I'm just glad you were at the right place at the right time."
"Yeah by pure luck, I still feel bad enough as it is."
"Don't beat yourself over this, please Blaise."
"Fine, why did you decide to open your own store? What happened to your parents?"
"After the war, I know my father was taken to Azkaban and my mother just broke down. I know that my family wasn't as dark as the Malfoy's were and but because my father had the dark mark, the ministry made no exceptions. I can't exactly fault them though can I? My father was truly a bastard. I've only visited him once in prison and he basically told me I was disowned for not owning up to the family and simply disgracing the Parkinson's. So I essentially had no money and my mother truly believed my father, she was practically a puppet."
"It was like she had no emotions, no sympathy, she simply didn't care for me. I just made the decision to move out, knowing I had nowhere to go, I went straight to the ministry and pleaded my case. They gave me a starting loan and I just wanted to do something with my life and jewellery was somehow my calling."
"I'm sorry Pansy, it must have been hard for you. My family flee'd way before the war started, I believe my mother is on her 12th husband by now, I've given up count by now."
"Do you still talk to her? Your mother I mean?"
"She's decided to stay in Italy, said London was just too much, I almost didn't come back myself but London has always been my home and I felt I couldn't just leave it."
"I feel the same, it just wouldn't be the same without London. Did you ever go back and finish your N.E.W.T.S?"
"I was home-schooled by a private tutor, but I never took my N.E.W.T.S. at Hogwarts."
"Me neither, tis a shame. Have you been in contact with Draco for long?"
"We both work at the Ministry, he's an Auror while I work in Department of Magical Games and Sports. We see each other occasionally at work and we usually catch up with Crabbe and Goyle, sometimes Knott on Friday's for drinks."
"I feel as though I've been gone longer than normal, the Slytherin Gang all back together again."
"Not always, do you still talk to Daphne and Asteria?"
"No, we've lost touch. I'm not too bothered by it though, they were always snobs."
"And you weren't?" He said with a laugh.
"Oh ha ha, Blaise. I've grown out of my ways, being on my own has taught me a lot. What I don't understand is what possessed Draco to get involved with a mud-, I mean muggleborn."
"I don't know, I don't pretend to understand but Granger makes him happy and that's I hope for, for him. He's had a hard life and now he's finally turning things around. Working at the Ministry was tough for him, still is sometimes. Our coworkers aren't exactly nice to us."
"Because you were former Death Eaters?"
"Yes, but funny thing is that none of us had the Dark Mark and were still treated like dirt sometimes. It's the price we pay for living as a pureblood. Everyone is treated equally now so we don't really have a say anymore, blood is just blood. It doesn't mean I want to date anyone who isn't pureblood though, even my tastes has standards."
"Well I guess it's a good thing, you're with me then, aren't you?" She said with a smile as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Oh very much."
"This is the third apartment we've looked at Granger, must you be so picky?"
"Well I'm sorry?! I can't help if the kitchen looks as though it's been trashed in or there's no windows in any of the bedrooms. Do we want the baby to suffocate?"
"The baby won't suffocate even if there were no windows, that's why we have wands for, or did you forget your a witch?"
"I just want our place to be perfect, is that wrong for me to think?"
"No, but I would like to live somewhere soon."
"What do you think about living somewhere in Ottery St. Catchpole?" She asked him.
"Isn't that where the Weasley's live?" He said with distaste in his voice.
"Don't give me that, The Burrow is a lovely place, just because they don't have a lot of rich things doesn't mean anything, I practically grew up there."
"I realize that, but I just don't think I can picture myself living there."
"Will you at least try? We might not even find anything but try please, for me?" She asked, pleading, to reason with him.
"Fine, we'll have a look."
"Great!" She hugged him briefly before letting him apparate them to Ottery St. Catchpole, since she could no longer do it herself due to her health and the baby's.
They spent a good two hours tops looking at every available apartment, with enough arguing on both parts until they finally agreed on a little cottage not too far from the Burrow. It was situated in a quiet area surrounded by trees and little lake. The little cottage somehow managed their budget as well as having two bathrooms and three bedrooms. As Draco had finally agreed to it, had told her that there would need to be a lot of fixing up to do before he could deem it satisfied for his liking. She reluctantly agreed even though looking at her new home, it was perfect.
It felt like a new beginning, a new adventure. She had no idea what to expect living with Draco but it was a chance she was willing to take.
Author's Notes: This is a giant thank you to all the reviewers who have stuck by me even though I take forever to update! I've had an enormous amount of writer's block over the last couple of months even though this chapter has been half-written awhile ago. I also was in school and working a lot, even though I know that's no excuse I hope there are still readers still sticking around.
Please read & review! It's very much appreciated!
Teaser for next chapter:
“Well well, Ms. Granger, it seems we meet again only this time, by tomorrow you'll be dead, including that half-blood bastard child.”
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