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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 Twelve

....Then she saw the way he was looking at her - bottom lip between his teeth, grey eyes dark - and her breath caught....

“Hermione” Draco whispered; his voice gruff, he cleared his throat and averted his eyes for a second, “I’ve been trying to tell you something for a while now” He said quietly, sinking to his knee’s by the bed so that he was closer to her eye level. He stayed silent looking like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite get the words out.

“Yes, Draco?” Hermione prompted, not knowing why her heart was beating so fast.

“I” He started, then sighed before rushing out, “I really like you, Hermione; I have done since about half way through last year.” He looked away then and added, “I know, you probably don’t like me in that way, in fact, I know you don’t, you keep saying as much. I just, I thought that you should know, especially now that we are living together. I think, I think that there is a very high risk that I might fall in love with you.” His voice wobbled and caught slightly on the word love.

Hermione didn’t know what to say, she just stared at him; trying to work out what exactly she was feeling at his confession. Draco looked at her again for second before leaning in and planting a kiss on her forehead; then he stood and left the room closing the door behind him saying a soft ‘goodnight’ as he went.

Hermione stared at the door in a bit of a daze before her face broke into a huge grin and she pulled up the covers falling asleep with a smile on her face.

Draco cursed himself as he left, thinking that he shouldn’t have said anything, and while Hermione was falling asleep in happy contentment, Draco tossed and turned his stomach clenched in worry about how he should act around her now, how was she going act around him now? He must have eventually fallen into a restless sleep as he woke up to light streaming through his window; he had forgotten to close the curtains. He groaned and rolled over his face pressing against his pillow, but it was no use he wasn’t going to get anymore sleep. Resigning himself to being awake for the day he got up and headed to the bathroom down the hall to shower.

Hermione awoke with a smile still plastered on her face, not quite sure if what Draco had said the night before had actually happened or if it was just a dream, it certainly hadn’t been a very Malfoy like thing to say. She bit her lip, she still wasn’t sure why his confession made her so happy, well she supposed she did know; it just wasn’t something she really wanted to admit to herself. This was assuming, of course, that she hadn’t dreamed it all.

When they had both showered and come out for breakfast – and Hermione showed Draco how to turn the television off – they sat next to each other at the kitchen bench in a slightly awkward silence, sipping there tea.

“So” Hermione started, “You’re mum is coming around today.”

“Yep” Draco said darkly; clearly not happy about her coming visit. After a pause he said “Hermione, about last night, I, I probably shouldn’t have said anything.” He averted his eyes from her.

‘So it wasn’t a dream’ Hermione thought and a smile spread across her face. She turned her body to face his and waited until he looked up at her again. His eyes looked so vulnerable but they filled with hope when he saw the happy way she was looking at him. She leant forwards and pressed her lips against his closing her eyes slowly. He groaned and a grin spread across his lips as she kissed him, he pulled her off her chair and gathered her into his arms running his tongue along the seam of her lips seeking entrance into her mouth; she granted him access and he deepened the kiss. Draco made a sound deep in the back of his throat as their tongues brushed.

Hermione gave him four quick chaste kisses as she broke away panting for breath before she spoke.

“I hadn’t realised until I heard how you felt, but, I think I like you too, I think, I just didn’t want to admit it to myself before.” Her voice was slightly breathy as she said this; her lips still close to his.

Draco threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her face back to his and kissed her again. Elated that she felt the same way as he did, or almost the same way at least, he groaned into her mouth.

He pulled back after a little while and checked the time on the clock on the wall, he groaned – only an hour until his mother arrived.

“We need to get ready for my mother’s visit.” He told Hermione brushing her hair back from her face. He smiled at her flushed face and couldn’t resist giving her another kiss.

“Ok” She said pulling away from his lips, “What is she expecting? Sandwiches? Scones? Tea, coffee? Lemonade?” she asked him.

Malfoy grimaced, “She will probably be expecting that we have anything she may possibly feel like on hand.”

“Well” Said Hermione, “she will just have to put up with whatever we serve her.”

“I suppose so” Draco said with a grin, getting up from the stool. He had to shift his pants to make himself more comfortable – after kissing Hermione like that he needed a cold shower – he supposed he would just have to wait until the discomfort went away, no doubt the sight of his mother would work nicely if he hadn’t calmed down before then.

Hermione set about making scones while Draco fixed up the last little touches in the flat, putting the artwork from his room in the manor on the walls of their lounge room and making sure that the wards on the fireplace would allow his mother through if she chose to arrive that way.

When Narcissa arrived via apparition and knocked on their door an hour later, she turned up her nose at their small comfortable flat.

“Draco” She greeted her son when she arrived, “I do wish you would have come home for tea” She looked disapprovingly about the lounge room as she followed her son inside. “Hello Miss Granger” She greeted Hermione coldly as though it had been Hermione’s idea that her son live in such a ‘hovel’.

“Mrs. Malfoy” Hermione nodded to the older, more sophisticated, woman in reply.

“Take a seat, Mother” Draco gestured towards an armchair.

“Can I get you anything to eat or drink Mrs. Malfoy?” Hermione asked

“Some tea would be lovely.” Narcissa replied, her eyebrows rising in surprise as Hermione went off to the kitchen to fetch the refreshments herself. “You don’t have a house elf?” She asked, clearly taken aback.

“No” said Draco, “Hermione doesn’t agree with keeping slaves” he explained

“Well” Said Narcissa “I will have one of the elves at the Manor come here, I rather thought that you would have had Mipsy come with you when you decided to move.”

“I don’t think Hermione would agree with that.”

“What wouldn’t I agree with?” asked Hermione as she came back into the room carry a tray laden with a pot of tea, a jug of milk, a small bowl of sugar, three tea cups with matching saucers, a plate of scones with little pots of jam and a bowl of cream; everything had been shrunk down to fit on the tray and she enlarged everything with a flick of her wand after she had taken the plate of scones off the tray and placed it and the tray on the coffee table.

“A house elf” replied Draco.

“No, I would not.” Hermione huffed as she handed Narcissa a cup of tea on a saucer gesturing to the milk and sugar so she could fix it how she liked. Hermione continued on a rant about house elf abuse and her old S.P.E.W. campaign to free the house elves from slave labour. Narcissa just looked amused.

“So Draco, why exactly do you feel the need to be away from your father and I at the moment?” Narcissa asked looking disapprovingly at her son when Hermione had finished her lecture on the rights of magical creatures.

“Well, Hermione and I want to talk to you about that.” Draco said slightly nervous he grabbed hold of Hermione’s hand; she was sitting beside him on the couch.

“I’m sure whatever it is can be sorted out, and you can come home” She glanced around the room, “Hopefully soon” She sneered.

“No, mother, nothing you say will get me home, if I never speak to my father again, it would be too soon.”

“And why is that?” Narcissa quirked an eyebrow at her son, “This is just a momentary anger Draco, You will be over it soon enough. Now tell me, what has your father done to enrage you this time?”

Draco had been getting angrier and angrier every time his mother belittled his anger and when she asked him what his father had done, he burst “HE FUCKING KILLED MY SON!!”

Hermione gripped his hand hard, her heart was aching again, and she could feel tears prickling behind her eyes.

Narcissa’s face paled and her mouth hung open in shock – very un Malfoy like – she looked at Hermione’s stomach, “Wh, What?” She stammered “Hermione is still pregnant. What do you mean Draco? Had you impregnated another young woman?” She sneered as she asked the last question.

“No,” Hermione said quietly “We were having twins.”

Narcissa was silent for a moment “Twins? Surely it was an accident, your father must be just as upset as you are, Draco, how could be so harsh on him?” Narcissa did not want to believe that her husband was capable of murdering their grandchildren.

“It was no accident” spat Draco, “Miscarriage charms don’t just slip from the tongue by accident” He sneered.

“Miscarriage charm?” Narcissa breathed looking stunned.

“Draco tried to push me out of the way” explained Hermione, “but the spell still hit me in the side; that’s why only one of the babies was harmed.”

“I, I don’t believe it. Lucius wouldn’t. No Lucius would never.” Narcissa shook her head in denial.

“WELL, HE DID!” yelled Draco standing from his chair. “And no amount of denial will bring our son back!” He stood there glowering at his mother.

“Oh Gods, I’m so sorry.” Narcissa said sincerely to the two of them. The shock started to fade and anger was taking its place. “How could he?” He voice was choked. “I’m sorry Draco, Hermione; I am afraid I am going to have to cut our visit short.” Her eyes were flashing with rage. She stood and disapparated from the room without waiting for their reply.
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