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WHAT THE HEART WANTS	By : Mistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15904 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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What did you just say?
Harry and Draco starred at each other blankly before Ginny’s words finally dawned on them. Coming out of the stupor they both were put in, Draco looked at the red haired witch in front of him – “I’m sorry, I think I had a little too much to drink but… what did you just say?” Ginny curled her lips into a smile – “I’ll be your surrogate.” Harry rushed to put his drink on the table before it fell out of his suddenly shaking hands – “You can’t.” – “Says who?” – “Your mother. She’ll kill you… all of us. And Ron will have my arse handed to me when he finds out.” – “Not talking about the rest of your family when they learn about you having a Malfoy” Draco chuckled. Ginny shrugged her shoulders – “They’ll just have to get over it.” Harry shook his head – “No Ginny. We can’t let you do this. You’re just about to start your apprenticeship. How will you be able to do it with the baby?” – “I suppose it would be a bit of a challenge, but it’s not like I’d be the first one to do something like that. My mother was about my age and barely out of the school when she got pregnant with Bill.” – “But she was already married to your dad.” – “Not really. They officially tied the knot after the birth of twins.” - “But still, she had your dad to rely on.” – “Are you telling me that I won’t be able to rely on you two when the need arises?” – “Of course you will” Draco sneered feeling a little offended. “It would be as much our kid as it would be yours. “ – “So then what’s the problem?”
Harry breathed out forcefully and walked to sit by Ginny taking her hands in his own – “Look, I appreciate what you’re trying to do for us, I really do, but I just can’t let you go through with it. You’ve always been like a sister to me…” She cocked up an eyebrow – “Always?” hinting on their brief relationship at the end of fifth year – “Well, almost” he said smiling sheepishly. “Still, I want you to be happy and have a family with someone you love.” Ginny ran her fingers through his brown hair and cupped his cheek with the palm of her hand. – “I know you do, but searching for Mr Right is the last thing on my mind these days. The truth is, I haven’t been able to move on since Fred’s death. Maybe having this little life growing inside of me as well as the knowledge of giving someone close to me a hope for a real future, is just a kick I need to finally start living.” Harry wiped his eyes and laid a few kisses on her hand – “I haven’t told you that, but loosing Fred was like losing a brother to me. Your family is pretty much the only one I’ve ever had.” She pulled him into a tight embrace – “I know.”
Draco moved closer to the embracing couple lowering himself on the floor with his back against the couch and the drink still in his hand – “Don’t you forget that Golden boy here won’t be the only dad to this baby” he sneered out. Ginny pulled out of Harry’s embrace giving blonde wizard a cheeky smile and disheveling his long tresses with one hand – “Jealous, Malfoy?” - “As if” He steered half melted cubes of ice in his glass - “Harry is right. You have to really think about it Ginny. It’s going to be hard enough going through your apprenticeship with the baby on your hands, now imagine how it will be when everyone learns that this baby has my last name. Your name will be drugged through so much dirt, it will make you wish you’d never went through with it in the first place. Do you really want so much bad publicity?” – “People always find something to talk about. In this case, they will just have to sod off.” – “Easier said than done.” – “Look, I’m not daft. I know it won’t be easy, but so wasn’t anything that we’ve done so far. We’ll just have to take one step at a time and go through it together. I mean, right?”
Draco nodded and looked at brown haired wizard – “So what do you say, Potter? Want to tie your glorious self with a death eater?” – “Oh, shut up Malfoy.” He lowered himself on the floor into a sitting position, pressing his back against Ginny’s feet with his head resting on her knees while, taking Draco’s hand and entwining his fingers with blonde’s. – “I think this is crazy and two of you are out your mind. I also think that Molly will strangle me with her bare hands, that’s assuming that Ron won’t do it first, when they find out…” He took off his glasses, covering his eyes with the palm of his hand, as if trying to remove a very angry image of his best friend reaching out for his neck – “but I love you guys and considering the situation we’re in, I wouldn’t dream of having this baby with anyone else.” He turned his head to his other friend – “No offence Mione. You know you’re a family.” – “None taken. So, are you guys really going through with it?” Harry gave her a shy smile – “I suppose we are. Will you help?” – “Of course I will. How can you think otherwise?” She scooted over to Ginny and pulled her into a tight hug.
Next few hours went by in heavy discussions of every little thing they could think of that involved their future family. They agreed that they won’t be able to do it without outside help. Hermione suggested to ask Poppy to help with the potion. Harry rubbed his eyes – “We can’t ask her without talking to Dumbledore first.” – “Do you want me dead?” Draco sneered. “You know what I was supposed to do. If uncle Sev wouldn’t come up with a plan, to save Dumbledore’s life, I would have to kill him. If he’s not going to kill me himself, he will most definitely get me arrested and put to rot in Azkaban till the end of my days.” – “I don’t think so. If he’d want you in Azkaban, he would do it long ago. Headmaster doesn’t hate you. I trusted him with my own life more times then I care to remember and if there’s anyone who can help us, it’s him. Ginns, what do you say?” He turned his head only to see Ginny fast asleep on the couch and Hermione with her eyes barely open curled up next to her. – “Oh, I think we’re done for tonight. Let’s go get some sleep, Love. We’ll figure it out tomorrow” he said turning his head back to Draco. With one flick of a wand, couch was transformed into a full four poster bed and the two joined the girls, being too tired to go back to Draco’s room and falling asleep momentarily.
Ginny propped herself up on her elbow barely mastering to open her eyes – “Oh, shit. I feel like I’m going to die.” – “It’s about time you woke up” Harry said handing her a cup of chamomile tea. “Here, this will help. It has a bit of a sober up potion in it.” She took the cup and made a few sips, instantly feeling better. – “Where is everybody?” – “Hermione went to the hospital to see professor Snape. Draco is in the Ministry since six in the morning and I’m about to head out to my training. Mione went to her house earlier and brought you this” he handed her a bag with a clean change of closing and a tooth brush. – “There’s also lots of food in the fridge in case you or Lucius get hungry.” He gave her a concerned look – “Will you be ok here?” She nodded finishing up her tea – “Yeah, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” – “Look, I spoke with the guys and we decided that we’ll have to talk to Dumbledore if we want to go through with this whole thing. How about if we meet up at his office at around three?” – “Works for me.” He took a deep breath and gave her a shy smile – “Are you still sure you wanna do it?” – “I’m sure. Now go before you’re late to your class. I’ll see you later.” He pulled her in for a quick hug, stepped into a fireplace and disappeared with a soft pop.
Hermione looked around an empty hospital room. – “What the…” – “May I do anything for you, Miss?” Hermione turned her head to see a nurse walking in with a chart in her hands. – “I’m sorry, I’m here to see professor Snape. Was he transferred to another room?” – “No, miss. He was discharged a few hours ago.” – “Discharged? Wasn’t he supposed to be here for a few more days?” – “Well, it wasn’t my shift yet, but from what I’ve heard, he was rather… persistent in his demands.” – “I see.” Hermione swallowed hard, feeling a sudden knot in her stomach. She shook her head and felt her eyes filling up with tears – “It’s because of me” she whispered. – “I beg your pardon, Miss?” – “Nothing. It’s nothing. I’m sorry again” she said practically running out of the room.
Ginny walked slowly to one of the bigger rooms in the Mansion and stopped taking a deep breath. Come on, it’s not like he’s gonna bite your head off She cracked the door open – “Hello? Mister Malfoy?” She walked in to see the older Blonde sitting in a throne resembling armchair by the window. He brought his grey blue eyes to the young witch – “Miss… Wesley is it? What are you doing here?” She couldn’t help but feel a little shy under his direct gaze – “I’m here to help you with your bandages, sir.” – “I see. I suppose my son was the one to ask for your help.” – “No sir, I…” he made a dismissive gesture with his hand – “No matter. May I just ask what makes you think you’d be competent enough for the task? She cleared her throat, mentally telling herself to snap out of it – “I’ll be starting my apprenticeship as a mediwitch few weeks from now, sir. I think I’ll be able to handle changing bandages.” He curled his lips into a half smile – “How Gryffindor of you, Miss Wesley. Always the noble one, I see. Please proceed” he showed her to a night stand by the bed – “You should be able to find everything you need in the upper drawer.” She walked around the bed and opened the drawer removing the contents on a small tray and walked back, moving a slightly smaller chair and placing it in front of the blonde wizard.
“I’ll need to roll up your sleeves, sir.” He nodded, never taking his eyes off of her. She took a deep breath and proceeded with her hands shaking slightly. Gesture that did not go unnoticed – “Feeling a bit anxious, are we?” he said with a smirk. – “No sir.” She un-cuffed the right sleeve of his shirt and rolled it up almost to the elbow. Carefully, she cut off the old bandage and applied a healing balm onto the raw scarring tissue of his wrist. After wrapping up a new bandage over it and securing it properly, she rolled the sleeve down and cuffed it back. She took his left arm and focused on un-cuffing the other sleeve, avoiding his intent stare. She rolled it up feeling her hands starting to shake again at the slight showing of his partially faded dark mark. – “That’s enough” she heard a deep low voice that made her nearly drop the scissors. Nodding she proceeded with cutting off the old bandage, making her best to suppress the trembling in her hands. – “I suggest you calm yourself down, Miss Wesley unless it is your intent to cut my hand off.” She brought her head up meeting his gray blue eyes – “Can you stop? You’re making me nervous.” He cocked up an eyebrow – “I was merely making a suggestion.” She shook her head – “Ok than.”
-“There, all done.” – “Thank you. That was… interesting.” She got up and walked almost all the way to the door before turning her head – “Would you like me to bring you something to eat, sir?” Amused at the situation, he gave her another smirk – “Oh, attraction and breakfast in bed. How daft would I be to say no to something like that?”
She returned shortly with a bowl of soup, biscuits and a cup of fresh chamomile tea. Putting the tray on the night stand, she gave him a friendly smile – “I hope you like chicken noodle.” A small nod was her answer. She was about to leave when she saw an inviting gesture of his hand, pointing to the chair near him. – “Please, miss Wesley. I could use the company.” She set down giving him an appraising look. Even without his expensive robes and the usual snake headed walking stick, not to mention a couple of days old stubble on his face, man still kept his monarch like appearance, as if he was about to host a party for a prince of Wales. – “Do I look all that interesting to you? – “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to affront.” – “You didn’t. It’s not every day that I find myself in the company of such an astute young witch as yourself.” He smiled at an intense flush of her cheeks. – “Are you feeling any better, sir?” – “A bit. Anyway, now that I’m in the care of your capable hands.” – “Thank you, but I don’t think I earned any of your compliments. I did almost cut your hand” The contemptuous sound of his laughter made her jitter. – “It seems like I am quite capable of doing it myself Miss Wesley, don’t you think?” She gave him a wry smile – “Still, I should’ve been more careful.”
Feeling even more amused with her reactions, he tilted his head – “May I ask you a personal question?” She shrugged her shoulders – “I suppose.” Lucius curled up his lips into a full smile – “Do I make you feel nervous?” – “Not entirely.” – “Ah… I suppose all the stories didn’t just pass you by unnoticed?” – “Stories? Sorry, I don’t think I understand what you’re talking about.” – “Didn’t you grow up on the scary tales of what horrible things may happen to you, might you find yourself at the mercy of Malfoys?” She raised her eyebrows and starred at him trying to figure out if he was being serious, but almost mischievous look in his eyes told her that he was merely toying with her emotions. She smiled inwardly feeling more relaxed – “You have a wicked sense of humor sir, do you know that?” – “So I was told” he laughed. – “If I may be so bold to say that I never knew you had one. I have never seen you laugh before.” – “I suppose you’re right, it has been long since I indulged myself in something like that.” – “I think you should do it more often than. You look different when you laugh.” – “Do I now, Miss Wesley?” – “Yes.” – “How so?” – “Well, you don’t look nearly as…iniquitous. If anything, I’d say that it makes you seem more benevolent.” He gave her another smile – “So does that mean you are not afraid of me anymore?” – “Who ever told you that I was?” – “I made a liberty of guessing so myself, judging by your earlier demeanor.” – “I guess I was just a little nervous. From what I’ve heard you can be quite… intimidating.” – “I see. Well let me assure you that no matter what horrid stories you have heard about me, I don’t sleep in coffins or drink the blood of virgins.”
She couldn’t help but giggle – “You never stroke me as the Dracula type, but I suppose now that you’ve mentioned it, I think I can see the resemblance.” He chuckled feeling engrossed with her witty personality. – “You know Miss Wesley, I have to give it to you, no one had made me laugh like that for a long time. I quite enjoy being in your company. I suppose I’ll have to thank my son for that later.” – “Thank you, sir.” – “Please, let’s drop the formalities. Call me Lucius.” She gave him a wry smile – “Than you can call me Ginny.” – “Very well. So, Ginny what made you want to become a mediwitch? I think I recall hearing that you were quite skilled in Quidditch.” – “I guess I finally decided to do something that I wanted, instead of doing what was expected of me. I do enjoy an occasional game, I just don’t see myself doing it for the rest of my life.” – “I can see your predicament. I know too well what it means not to live up to someone’s expectations. You’ve made the right choice.” – “I sure hope so. My family didn’t really support my decision to quit the team.” – “As much as it hurts me to admit, families rarely do. My father didn’t give me much support ether.”
- “Just like you don’t support Draco in his decision to be with Harry?” He didn’t answer, or even move, but she could see the look in his eyes became cold and dangerous if only just for a second, but that was enough to make her understand that she wondered off the safe grounds, forgetting to whom she was actually talking to. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. Your relationship with your son is none of my business.” She got up and walked out without saying another word.
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