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Finding Home	By : GreyEyedPhantom Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters and the genius of Harry Potter is obviously in credit to the brilliant mind of JK Rowling. I make absolutely no money from doing this. I am only playing with the characters.

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Chapter: 11
            “Pansy, do you have a strange feeling?”
            “Like a tightening around my stomach, it feels like something is about to happen.”
            “We’ll keep an eye out, but…. No, I’m sure I’m overreacting. That’s crazy. Ok, so what do we have left to set up?”
With two weeks left to set up the lab portion of my biology class we decided to get on it! I fully intend on introducing the art of learning to my class. I wanted the right setting. No more white walls, instead they’re now aquamarine and the windows will stay open because the breeze brought in from the ocean is just divine. Pansy, well Lora (her choice), helped bring in, set up and label all the supplies. As my assistant, we thought it would be best to start early so that she would be as familiar with the materials that would be used and how they’re used. She also got firsthand experience in non-magic color change, i.e.; painting! And getting to see Asst. Lora covered in blue paint is, hands down, worth not allowing magic. But even without the magic, the past few weeks I keep getting this wave of not quite paranoia, I don’t feel in danger but there is just something, like the tides are about to turn.
“Pans, did we have anything else going on today? I’m really starting to want some lunch and Mac is pretty much demanding it.”
“Is there anything in particular that Mac is craving? And have you thought of any names for said baby because calling this poor child baby Mac makes me think of those god-awful grease balls served at that brightly covered kitchen from hell.”
“I told you not to eat there. And its McDonalds. The only person I’ve ever known to enjoy that establishment is D and I’m pretty sure that’s only out of rebellion.”
“Have you happened to…”
“You know that I haven’t. You are with me all the time, I’m pretty sure you would notice if I was popping off to the post.”
“Ok. I know. I’m just saying you’re almost fifteen weeks. And not that I don’t love soaking all this up but it should be him. He should be there when they do the sinograns.”
“Sonograms.”
“Yeah. I’m glad I’m here with you. I feel safe here and reminders of the war aren’t everywhere we turn and it’s great to start over but I think that you shouldn’t be doing this alone. Just think about it. I mean, you know that kid is going to come out and look just like him. There is no way you ever go back to Britain with that child and him not find you.”
I know that she’s right. I think about that all the time. When the mural was finished, I realized it looked just like the Forbidden Forest. Pansy and I even talked about it. What I didn’t tell her though was that every time I look at it, I almost expect to see him walk out of it. When I put a new book on the baby’s bookshelf I can hear his voice saying the title. Even the crib, a beautiful creation made from dark mahogany and designed for royalty. It was something he would have picked. Decadent, smooth, very much the Malfoy. Which my little one is. I know that I am carrying the next line of Malfoys. Even if for a time I felt shattered, this baby came from a passion that rendered me without care to survive without him. And I will tell him. But first “Italian.”
“Again!”
“Yes. Mac wants Italian. Again.”
“Fine. It’s a good thing we walk everywhere or I would never live down all the weight I’ve gained in bread alone!”
I suddenly felt like I was suffocating. The thought of going back to Britain was burrowing itself in my thoughts and making it impossible for me to want to be around people, much less a conversationalist. I hadn’t thought of what I would do after the baby was born. Just stay in San Clemente. That was my plan, my future as far as I had thought about it. I knew my friends would be disappointed but they would come to understand that I had built a life for myself and my child away from the horrors that we had all grown up around. But now that Pansy had brought it up another thought came to my attention. I love my friends very much and the thought of keeping my child from them hurt. The thought of keeping my child from his father hurt. And my plan was no longer something I thought I could hold onto for the unforeseeable future.
            “Do you mind if we take it to go? I am just feeling a little overwhelmed all of a sudden and I kind of want to have a lie down.”
            “Not at all. Are you feeling ok? Actually, why don’t you head home, curl up on the chaise with that blanket you wouldn’t let me knit with magic and take a nap and I’ll be home in a bit with dinner. It’s been a long day and I’m sure you need some rest.”

                                                ~Draco’s POV~

I will never fly on another plane again! Harry Potter will die for suggesting such a thing! It took forever for the plane to actually board then it took even longer for the plane to take off and once it did it was like apparating but with none of the control. Then the pressure for hours! Not like a few seconds with apparating but HOURS! And then the turbulence and why do people want to talk to you on an airplane? No, I’m not married. I, yeah, I mean I guess I want to marry her. It’s complicated and there are so many different kinds of magical weddings but I couldn’t explain everything because this was a muggle asking. But it did make me think, why is this so complicated? I understand I screwed up. I thought she was with someone else, I was hurt so I actually fucked someone else. Yes, I get it. And I know that she could do all of this on her own like she has been but she shouldn’t have to and I want to be a part of it. I want to be an asset to her. I know that I will be a good husband to her. I will give her whatever she wants if she’ll just let me be hers. I guess that’s what it comes down to. And that is simple. But what if she doesn’t want me. What if I find her and she’s moved on and has her life set the way she wants it or worse what if she’s met someone? What if she didn’t keep the baby? No, she wouldn’t abort the baby. But what if she hates me to the extreme that she doesn’t want anything to do with me. What if she found a family to adopt the baby? A magical family. That doesn’t have ties to the Dark Lord. That doesn’t have such a part in the sad recent history of Magical Britain.
I had almost talked myself into turning around and apparating home. That I could do because I knew where I was going but something pulled me. Stepping out of the airport in Los Angeles, I walk until I reach a McDonalds! I deserve a milkshake, plus I need a little sugary courage. So, while eating my apple pie and chocolate shake, I think about the room I saw in my dream. It wasn’t an apartment. A small home. I don’t remember much of it but I definitely remember the living room. I remember the white chaise across from a floor to ceiling bookshelf. Hardwood floors. Lavender ottoman. Silver walls. Silver walls? She painted her walls silver. Smiling to myself, I suddenly had hope that she would forgive me. I almost ran into the men’s room, not looking to see if there was anyone else in the facility, I immediately closed my eyes and thought of that room and spun. I couldn’t breath as I was being pulled through the tunnel to Hermione’s home. To my home. And I felt completely at ease, until a slammed onto that hardwood floor I remember so clearly.
This was the room in my dream. This chaise. We will never rid of this chaise. Of course, her plethora of literature. Really looking around this open room I can see her. She’s in every touch, every color, every novel. This is her home. Walking between the beloved chaise and charcoal suede sofa, I step into her kitchen. There are freshly made cupcakes, in their own cupcake stand. They really are picturesque sitting on the black granite counter top. Everything is clean and has a place. I wonder why she chose to paint this room fuchsia.
“What in the fuck are you doing in my kitchen?”
Oh shit.
“You are one sneaky little lion, I didn’t even hear you open the door.”
“I didn’t feel the need to hold off on magic any longer seeing you walking around my living room. Oh, right, the silencing charm. Door never knew what hit it.”
She’s here. She’s alive. She’s pregnant! Oh, fuck she’s crying.

                                                            ~Hermione’s POV~
He’s here. I can’t breathe. But at least he’s here.
“Did you see the baby’s room? I saw you through the bay window in the front of the house. That’s how I knew you were here.” Answer me. I know that you know. Why are you looking at me like that? “I saw you walking around, so did you see the nursery?”
“Is that what you really want to talk about right now?” I am never leaving her again. I will follow her to work. And she’ll just have to adjust. I can be her assistant. Unpaid intern. I don’t care, bodyguard! That’s it. I’ll be her bodyguard.
“Yes. I just want you to see the nursery and we’ll move forward from there.” If you want to go from there. If you want to stay. I know I hurt you too. I’m so sorry.
So, with tears streaming down my face, I held my head high as I walked by him and grabbed his hand to pull him along behind me. When we reached the room, I heard his sharp intake of breath. I wasn’t really sure what to say until his arms wrap around my stomach and my back was pressed against his chest. “Does this mean you like it?”
Is she fucking insane? I love this room! We are never leaving this house. We will just add on to it if we need to. This is amazing. I am going to convince her to marry me. This is our home. Mine and Hermione’s and our baby’s. “I love it. I love that you had the Forbidden Forest painted on Baby Malfoy’s wall. I love that there is already a collection of baby books that hopefully you’ll allow me to stay and read to your belly…. I love that you haven’t told me to leave yet.” And at that, I let all the tears out.
The pain and frustration came out as a wail, I turned and wrapped my arms around him and held onto him as if I thought he may disappear. And he held me just as tightly. I told him what happened the night of his party, I talked about my breakdown and why I left. He told me the total dissolution of self he felt when he thought I was gone and how when he learned that I was physically alright he went to my bookstore and bought all the baby books he could find and read them until he figured out where I was living. I’m not sure how long we stood there sobbing and apologizing to one another, but eventually the fog cleared and I woke lying on the chaise with Draco sitting by me on the floor rubbing the baby bump declaring his love for us both and asking the baby if he could make up with its mother.
Apparently, Pansy had arrived with the Italian during our display of raw emotion and packed quickly and diligently. She left a note explaining that although she loved me, I was a lot to handle but that she looked forward to the school year because being my assistant is not something she was willing to give up. With the note, she also left a picture of us taken together at one of the sonograms. I happen to believe the true reason she’s coming back to assist me is a tall, dark and very handsome Dr.’s aide. But be that as it may, she did the best thing ever that night. She left all the Italian food on the counter and put a stasis charm on it before going back home. And after the hours of sex and talking, Italian was exactly what we needed.
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