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My Best Enemy's Baby	By : caseyjarryn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 51690 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Ten

***The Next Morning***

Draco awoke before Hermione, and he immediately pushed her off him, disgusted. As soon as he had done so, he felt incredibly bad, not something he normally felt, but he felt it all the same. He was glad that she didn’t wake up, so she didn’t have to see what his initial reaction was on waking. He found that in some moments he went back to being the pureblooded boy he had once been, especially when he had just woken up and wasn't thinking clearly. It was to be expected he supposed, given that he had spent 16 years of his life being that way.

He silently got up and stretched out, he hadn’t had the most comfortable night’s sleep on the single bed, he had still been in his clothes and had been in a cramped position for the whole night. He made his way down stairs where he found Mrs Weasley cooking breakfast.

“Oh good morning, dear” She said when she saw him standing in the doorway.

“Uh, good morning,” He replied awkwardly not quite knowing how to act. “Thank you for allowing me to stay in your home. I know that my family hasn’t been all that, uh, polite, to yours in the past.”

Molly went over and patted Malfoy on the cheek affectionately, he fought to keep a sneer off his face as she did this, “That’s quite alright dear. I’m just sorry we couldn’t give you a warmer welcome.” Her face darkened as she thought of her youngest sons words the previous evening. “Now, what would you like for breakfast?” She shook herself out of her thoughts and continued to bustle around the kitchen, waving her wand at the eggs causing them to crack perfectly into the frying pan next to the sizzling bacon which she flipped with another flick of her wand. Some toast popped from the toaster and she sent it to land on a plate which already had a few pieces of toast on it, it obviously had a heating charm on it to keep the toast hot.

Ginny and Hermione came downstairs then, “Good morning” sang Ginny in the direction of Draco and Molly as she skipped down the stairs.

Hermione smiled at Draco as she walked passed him into the kitchen to get plates out to set the table for breakfast. She took the plates of toast and the bacon and eggs that Mrs. Weasley had just put onto plates out onto the table as well, while Ginny got out glasses and jugs of Juice, when she had put those on the table she made a pot of tea.

Fred and George were next to come down and they immediately sat down at the table and began to pile their plates with bacon and eggs. Molly pushed Draco towards the table and urged him to eat. So he sat down and put a few slices of bacon an egg and a piece of toast on his plate, Hermione, Ginny and Molly sat down at the table just as Harry came down the stairs.

“Ron will be down soon” he said as he sat down and filled his own plate, “maybe it would be better if Malfoy was gone when he came down.”

Hermione glared at Harry, “Draco will be staying for as long as he wants, Ronald can just learn to live with it!” Harry just shrugged at Hermione as if to say ‘whatever you want, you’re the one who has to deal with him!’

“What will I have to learn to live with?” Yawned Ron as he came down the stairs. He stopped at the bottom of them when he saw Malfoy sitting at the table. “What the hell is he still doing here?” He said; his voice full of outrage. “It’s 10:30! He could have left ages ago!”

Molly turned to look at her son with displeasure, “What did we talk about last night Ronald Weasley? Draco is a guest in this house, and even if the two of you don’t get on, I expect you to at least be civil.”

Hermione glared at Ron as he sat down and started loading his plate up with food. Hermione grabbed a piece of toast and accidently tore a hole in it while she buttered it mercilessly, clearly mad.

Draco grabbed her hand to try and calm her down and whispered “It’s alright. Don’t worry about him, he’s a git.”

Ron stopped eating, a rare occurrence at the dining table, and narrowed his eyes at Draco, “Don’t touch her, Ferret.” He said through gritted teeth.

Draco raised his eyebrows at this and looked at Ron in amusement, the smirk playing across his lips made it clear exactly what he was thinking about, and it definitely didn’t involve not touching Hermione. He looked over at Hermione, still holding his hand – which she had tightened her grip on at Ron’s words – and looked her up and down appreciatively, his tongue darting out and moistening his lips. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently, he watched Ron as he did this; clearly taunting him.

Fred and George laughed at Malfoy’s little show and watched as Ron’s face grew red and the muscles in his jaw twitched.

“Get, your, hands, off, of, her!” Ron demanded, his voice full of warning.

“Or what Ronald?” Hermione demanded to know.

Ron stood up, his anger exploding, “How can you bare to have him touch you? He’s MALFOY! He’s Death Eater scum! How dare you leave me for him? And how can you even consider keeping his child?” Ron ranted, enraged.

Molly was making soothing noises to Ron trying to get him to sit down and behave himself, but he was ignoring her glaring daggers at Hermione. Harry clearly didn’t want to take sides, as he was busily eating with his eyes on his plate. Ginny was looking almost as Mad as Hermione and had to keep herself from jumping out of seat and decking her brother. Luckily, a moment later; Hermione did it for her.

Fuming, Hermione took the few steps across the room towards him, pulled her arm back and punched him in the jaw with all her strength.

Fred and George started laughing uproariously and cheering for Hermione after her show of violence. Draco, who had been staring daggers at Ron after the Death Eater comment, also burst out laughing at the shocked look on Ron’s face, he wasn’t envious of the red headed prat; he knew from experience that Hermione packed one hell of a punch. Even Harry cracked a grin, though he forced it away quickly in case Ron saw and got mad at him as well. Molly sat there looking shocked at Hermione, though she supposed Ron deserved it so she didn’t say anything.

“OW!” yelled Ron, “What the hell was that for? Shit Hermione that HURT!”

“What was that for? What was that for?” Hermione looked incredulously at Ron “That, was for telling me that my baby deserved to die, that was for thinking that you still had a right to tell me who to associate with, that was for being so horrible to me all throughout my pregnancy, because I slept with someone else when you had no right, NO RIGHT, to get angry at me for having sex with another man, YOU’RE the one who cheated on ME Ron!” Hermione looked ferociously at Ron, then added “And just so you know, Draco has been kinder to me and more of a gentleman and has been a better person in general than you have been in quite a while, so don’t tell him how to treat me, because he has had more of a right to be upset with me than you have and he has treated me far better than you have in the last few days!” She raged at him, tears glistening in her eyes, not even knowing if what she was saying made any sense but she was too riled up to notice or care.

She spun on her heel and stomped back to her seat wiping the tears of anger out of her eyes – while Fred and George were still wiping tears of laughter out of theirs – and sat back down next to Draco and continued eating her breakfast. Ron just stood there looking shocked before grabbing more toast and storming from the room. Molly got up from her seat and hurried out of the room after Ron looking incensed.

Once everyone at the table had calmed down slightly and finished breakfast - during which Harry and Draco actually had a civilised, albeit heated, discussion about quidditch – Draco started to clear away the dishes and Hermione got up to help him. Once they were in the kitchen by themselves, Draco turned to Hermione.

“Is there somewhere in this house where we can talk more privately? Or should we go out, perhaps for lunch, to discuss things?” He asked Hermione

“Lunch would probably be better in terms of privacy.” She said, then smirked as she added “I think a restaurant may be a good idea if we want to get any talking in.”

Draco grinned back, “Well I guess it’s lucky that I can’t go home anytime soon and there is no guarantee of privacy here.” His eyes started to darken as he thought about what they could end up doing if given the privacy.

“What are you two smiling about?” Ginny had come into the room carrying more dishes. Hermione blushed as she said “Oh, nothing” and Draco just scowled at her for interrupting what he was sure would have become a very passionate snog in a few moments time. Ginny just raised her eyebrows at the pair before dumping the dirty dishes and leaving the room.

Draco flicked his wand at the dishes and they started washing themselves in the sink.

“Hey, I was going to actually wash those.” Hermione said.

Draco just looked at her like she was crazy before asking, “So shall we go to Diagon Alley later on today and find somewhere where we can talk over lunch?”

“Sure” Hermione replied, “That would probably be a good idea.”

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