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My Best Enemy's Baby	By : caseyjarryn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 51681 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Eleven

***Diagon Alley***

Hermione and Draco were sitting in the back corner of one of the many cafes in Diagon Alley.

“So,” Hermione started, after they had ordered their lunch, “Where do you want to start? Was there anything in particular you wanted to talk about?”

“Well I suppose we need to think about where we want to live when the baby is born, we can’t, for obvious reasons, stay at the Manor.” Draco said this all very calmly.

Hermione nearly spat her drink all over him but managed to swallow just in time, causing herself to choke on some water that went down the wrong way; she coughed and spluttered for nearly a minute, Malfoy looking both concerned and amused at the same time as he asked her if she was alright.

Finally she managed to choke out “What? Who said anything about living together?”

“Well, it’s really the only option, Granger” Malfoy smirked at her.

Hermione cleared the remaining tickle from her throat “Oh? And why is that?” She said sounding rather miffed.

“I have every intention of being in my child’s life, Hermione.” He said as though that was a perfectly obvious reason for having to live together.

“Yes, I know that. But I still don’t know why that means we have to live together.” She huffed, clearly disgruntled.

The waitress came over with their meals then, and Hermione plastered an incredibly fake smile on her face which faded back to a frown as the girl started giggling and fluttering her eyelashes at Draco. She cleared her throat, “Thank you” she said to the girl in a very obvious ‘please go away now’ tone. This humoured Draco and he chuckled at her almost possessive display.

“Why does that mean we have to live together?” Hermione repeated, prompting Malfoy to continue the conversation.

“Because” He said after swallowing a bite of pie, “Otherwise I would have to take the child with me, and that might get a bit exhausting for you, having to floo or apparate to wherever I’m living every few hours to feed her.”

Hermione raised her eyebrows at this, “Or...” she said “she lives with me, and you can visit a few times a week”

Now it was Malfoy’s turn to frown at Hermione, “Granger, I will not live away from my child, and I certainly will not only see her a few times a week; that is just not acceptable.”

“Ok ... fine, what if you can visit her whenever you want?” Hermione asked, “That’s as far as I’m willing to go though, there is no way we are living with each other; we barely even like each other!” Hermione was exasperated at the very idea of moving in with him.

Draco’s face hardened at her comment about barely liking each other, but the look passed and he smirked, “Alright then, Granger. If I get to visit whenever I want, it’s a deal.”

“Draco, you are not planning on visiting all the time are you?” she asked with one eyebrow raised.

Draco’s smirk morphed into an all out grin “Whatever gave you that impression?”

Hermione sighed and shook her head at him, “Look, I really don’t think living together is a good idea, we may not hate each other anymore, but we aren’t exactly best friends, we’d fight all the time!”

“You realise we pretty much already lived with each other all last year at Hogwarts? And I doubt we would fight as much now as we did then.”

“It was only a few months ago, what makes you think we’ll fight any less?” Hermione was getting irritated.

“It may have only been a few months ago, but I think that we have matured a lot in that time, besides we never had any reason to be nice to each other at school, most of the time we argued just because we could, there was no real anger in our fights, by the end of the year at least.” Draco was still trying to convince her that living together would work out, “look, why don’t we find a place and see how it goes for a few months and if it doesn’t work out you can move, or I can move. And then I am still able visit you and our daughter, who we need to think of a name for by the way, whenever I want; without being at your place constantly.”

Hermione sighed, “Fine, but it’s just a trial!”

Draco grinned in victory, “Just a trial” He assured her.

***Three Weeks Later***

Draco and Hermione had looked for a place to live for two weeks until they found a place they were happy with. During the rest of the time Draco was staying at The Burrow he slept in Percy’s old room. He actually got along quite well with Fred and George and with Ginny, Harry was civil enough and they had had a few decent conversations over the few weeks, there were only a few episodes where Ron completely lost his temper but he never said anything as hurtful as he had before and most of the time he just ignored Malfoy. Ron had apologised to Hermione when she and Draco had come back from Diagon Alley, and Hermione believed that he was completely sincere, though she was still having trouble completely forgiving him.

***Flashback***

“Hermione, can I talk to you for a moment?” Ron had asked when she and Draco had walked through the door.

She scowled at him but then agreed, “I suppose so.” Ron had turned and walked up to his room looking back a few times to make sure she was following. Draco had grabbed her arm to stop her from going with Ron, but she just shook him off and continued up the stairs.

When they were in his room and he had closed the door behind them she crossed her arms, “What’s this about Ron?” she demanded.

Ron looked Nervous as he said, “I, I want to apologize.” He looked down at his feet.

“Did Molly put you up to this?” She asked accusingly.

“No! no, well, yes, but I really am sorry! I didn’t mean any of it.” He defended himself.

“You didn’t mean it?” She asked incredulously.

“No. I was, am, jealous.”

“Jealous?” Hermione was confused, “Of what?”

“Of Malfoy!” He spat Draco’s name out.

“Why on earth are you jealous of Draco?”

“He has the woman I love.” Ron mumbled quietly, still not looking Hermione in the eye.

“Ron, you don’t love me! If you did, you wouldn’t have cheated on me with lavender – which if you hadn’t done, none of this would be happening – and you would never have said those things to me! Be serious!” Hermione scoffed. “And for information, Draco doesn’t have me! We are not dating.”

“Oh, so you just fall asleep in all guys’ arms then?” He demanded, he had overheard Ginny telling Harry about how cute they looked earlier that day.

“Ron, we are having a baby together, we’re allowed to be affectionate.”

Ron just raised his eyebrows at her, then his face softened as he asked “So, do you, will you, accept my apology, I really didn’t mean to hurt you! I admit, I don’t really care about hurting Malfoy but I never wanted to hurt you! Well, I did at the time, but I was really mad and I wasn’t thinking. I’m really sorry, Mione! Please forgive me!”

“Look, Ron, I’m really hurt by the things you said, but I understand that you’re sorry. And if you don’t keep being such a prat then I suppose I can forgive you eventually.” She said slowly. “It will take time, but I still want to keep your friendship Ron.”

Ron smiled then, and Hermione realised that she had missed him, she found herself smiling softly back at him.

At dinner that night, when Hermione grudgingly announced that she and Draco were going to move in together, Ron went crazy yet again, Hermione just sighed, but then, to everyone’s surprise and astonishment, he stopped mid-sentence and sat down saying “Sorry, Mione” and spending the rest of the meal glaring at his plate; as if he had directed his anger towards it instead of yelling at Draco and Hermione.

***End Flashback***

“No, the couch should go over there by that wall and then we can put the TV here” Hermione and Draco could not agree on where their things would go in their new home.

“But then there’s not enough room for the coffee table to go in front of it, why do we need a silly TB anyway?” Draco complained

“T.V. Draco not TB” Hermione giggled. “Look how about we put it there then, it may not look as nice, but at least we can fit the coffee table and the TV in front of it without it being too cramped.” She negotiated, directing the couch around the small room with her wand.

“Alright, fine, I suppose that works.” Draco agreed bitterly upset that he didn’t get his own way.

His father had owled him four times in the past three weeks and each time he had thrown the parchment into the fire without reading it, when he got a letter from his mother a week ago, he almost did the same thing but then he ripped it open and read it.

The letter read:

Draco Darling,

Where are you? You’re father and I are getting worried about you.

Please let us know where you are staying, I’m sure we can work out whatever it is you are mad at us for. Is it to do with Miss Granger? Is this about getting married? You’re father told me that there wouldn’t be any need to continue the wedding plans. So I don’t understand why you are angry. Or hasn’t he told you that he has changed his mind?

How did you manage to convince him that you needn’t marry right away?

Draco I do wish we could talk about all of this in person, please come home.

Love always,

Narcissa

A few minutes after he threw it in the fire he grabbed a piece of parchment and scribbled out a hasty reply:

Mother,

I do not wish to ever see Father again.

I am moving out of The Manor, if you could, would you send my things to The Burrow; that is the Weasley family home.

Please do not share the information of my current whereabouts with Father.

I will be moving into a flat with Hermione next week. It’s just a trial, to see how living together works out.

Perhaps we should meet for morning tea sometime? I think you should know what father has done. Let me know when you are available. If we are to meet, you mustn’t tell Father. Nor are you to tell him that Hermione is still pregnant.

Your son,

Draco

Her reply had come the next day:

Draco,

What do you mean you are moving out of The Manor?

I’m sure if we all talk about it we can work out whatever the problem is. There is no need for such drastic measures Draco. What could Lucius have done that has caused you to hate him? I’m sure you are overreacting; you always were rather dramatic as a child.

We will talk about this before I send any of your things. And what on earth are you staying at the Weasley’s for? Surely you could have stayed with Blaise? Or even Pansy.

I don’t have much time this week, so how about you come home for lunch on Monday?

You can bring Miss Granger along if you wish, and we can talk about you moving out of home.

Your loving Mother,

Narcissa

Draco gritted his teeth as he scribbled a letter in reply.

There will be no discussions mother, I am moving out. Please kindly send my things, before next week, as that is when we will be moving into the new place.

This is one problem that cannot be worked out. I am not overreacting, if anything I have been exceedingly calm about the whole thing. I am staying with the Weasley’s because that is where Hermione is, and this way father won’t know where I am, he is too friendly with Mrs. Zabini and Mr. And Mrs Parkinson, he would have known where I was a few minutes after I arrived.

How about after Hermione and I have moved in, you come and visit us?

How about next Wednesday? We should have finished moving by then.

-Draco

So they were having Narcissa around tomorrow for afternoon tea. And they hadn’t even nearly finished moving in, due to the number of arguments they were having about where to place things and which rooms would be what.

“No, this room is going to be my room, not yours.” Hermione was very clear on this point.

“What?” Draco complained “Why?”

“Because,” Hermione explained slowly, “This room is the biggest, and I need the bigger room so that I can fit a crib in it, as well as all the other baby things.”

“Well why have we painted that other room to be the babies if she’s going to sleep in here?” Draco asked, confused.

“Because that’s where she will sleep when she is older, while she is still really young she will need to sleep in the same room as me so that I can get up and feed her during the night.”

“Oh, well, how about I get the bigger room before the baby is born and then we can swap. That would be fair wouldn’t it?” Draco tried a compromise.

“No, because this room has an en-suite; and as a pregnant woman I need to use the toilet a lot more than you.” Hermione said calmly, there was no way she was giving up this room, it was large, had an en-suite bathroom, and on top of that it had the best view in the whole flat.

“Fine” said Draco sulking, and then he grinned, “So, you’re planning on still being here when the baby comes then?”

“Yes” She said, getting Draco’s hopes up that she had forgotten about the ‘trial’ idea, but then she added, “Whether or not you will be here is a different story.” She smirked at him and he glared back at her.

Once they had finally decided on where everything was going to go they were exhausted and so Hermione decided to order take-away instead of cooking dinner. They were living in muggle London, so she had gotten a phone line connected so that she could keep in contact with her parents.

She asked Draco what he wanted on his pizza and he looked at her as if she was speaking another language, - which she supposed she almost was since pizza is Italian – and he asked her what on earth pizza was.

“Don’t worry I’ll just get you what I’m having.”

She ordered large pepperoni pizza and was told that it would take about 30 minutes to get there.

She sat down on the couch with a glass of orange juice and turned the TV on; Draco sat down next to her to see what this TV thing was all about.

After all his complaining about why they needed a TV earlier that day, he sat riveted watching the episode of Gossip Girl that had just started, he hardly even looked up when the pizza delivery man knocked on the door.

Just as Hermione was closing the door Draco yelled out in shock and she almost dropped the pizza she was carrying.

“What’s wrong?” She called out slightly panicked as she hurried back into the room.

Draco was pointing at the TV, where the ad for a new movie that was coming out, ‘Twilight’, was just finishing. “It was; I’m sure that, that was Cedric Diggory! That vampire was Diggory.” Draco gasped out.

Hermione started laughing, “Well, Cedric was extremely sexy; it’s no surprise that some movie star looks a bit like him.” He glowered when she mentioned Cedric’s attractiveness. As she put the pizza box on the table the ads finished and Gossip Girl came back on, Draco’s attention was immediately diverted from the Cedric Diggory look alike.

Hermione laughed at the interest he was showing towards the episode of Gossip Girl, but then, he would probably have been interested in anything that was on TV, wizards may have moving pictures but they don’t have moving pictures that tell a story.

She offered him the pizza and he looked at the box in confusion, so she took a piece out of the box and bit into it. He followed suit, and looked like he didn’t know whether he liked it or not.

“What do you think?” Hermione asked him

“Uh, it taste pretty good, but it’s a bit too greasy.” He explained.

They stayed silent for a while just relaxing on the couch, and Hermione eventually fell asleep after a tiring day.

Draco went to turn the TV off when he saw that Hermione was asleep but he didn’t know how, so he left it on as he picked her up bridal style and carried her carefully to her room. She woke up slightly when he pulled the covers back and lay her down on the bed, but she fell asleep again after a moment. Draco could have watched he sleep all night, she looked so peaceful, he only realised how much stress and emotion she held in face constantly when he saw her asleep.

He debated whether or not he should take her jeans off, and decided that she would be more comfortable without them so he undid them and started to pull them down, slowly so he didn’t wake her. When her jeans were almost half way down her thighs he saw that she was wearing a pair of silk knickers, in a colour very close to Slytherin green. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning.

He must have pulled her jeans down more harshly then, because she woke up. “Oi!” She groaned groggily pushing his hands away; she raised her eyes to glare at him, as she kicked her jeans off herself. Then she saw the way he was looking at her; bottom lip between his teeth, his grey eyes dark, and her breath caught.

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