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Just Let Me Die	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 25097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any profit from this, as this is only written for practice.

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Chapter Twelve – Reunion

Hermione was a little shocked at the improvement she saw in Draco after his and Lucius’ return from the Pensieve. He seemed lighter somehow, as if being presented with all of the facts opened the gateway toward understanding. She even noticed the change in his journal entries. He went from writing about the guilt, worthlessness, and longing to hope, admiration, and completeness. He started writing about his gleeful feelings, as he anticipated the arrival of his young son and their unborn child. During his worst time in captivity, he never thought he’d live to have a family and later he feared he’d never lay eyes on his son. Hermione understood why he changed so much over the five days since he understood the type of man his torturer was. She sighed as she checked the time, knowing that Harry would arrive shortly with her parents and aunt, uncle, and little Elty. She was waiting in the drawing room with Narcissa, Lucius, and a pacing Draco.

“Draco, if you keep that up, you’ll wear a whole in your mother’s new rug,” Lucius commented looking up from his book.

He stopped pacing only to take a seat on the sofa next to Hermione and nervously tap his foot, “I just wish they’d get here soon.”

As if speaking his desire would open up a wormhole, he stared at the spot where they expected the party to arrive. A moment later, the six of them appeared, and before Hermione could assess the situation, a little blond ran directly at Draco and climbed into his lap. He excitedly spoke in a mixture of French and English. Hermione stared in wonder at how much the boy had changed over the months since she last saw him. “I love you Daddy. I miss you.”

Tears fell freely from Draco’s gray eyes as he pulled his son into a hug and whispered, “I missed you too, Elty. I’m so happy you’ve come here to live with us. Oh, and I don’t know if you remember Hermione, but we have a surprise for you. You’re going to be a big brother.”

Elty’s big blue eyes looked over at Hermione and back at Draco and pointed at her, “Mummy?”

A sob was ripped from Draco’s throat as he shook his head, “No, she’s not your mother, but she’ll love you just like a son. She’s your mother’s cousin. She’s your Aunt Jean and Uncle Robert’s daughter.”

He looked over at Hermione, “Can I call you Mummy?”

She smiled warmly at the little boy, “I’d love that.”

The Grangers settled into their respective suites in Draco’s wing of the Manor with little conflict, as they all seemed quite excited to watch the bonding of father and son. When the time arrived for dinner, all nine of them were seated at the table. Elty was in a transfigured chair making it higher than the others, so the boy could see over the table. Though Hermione’s parents had been present when Draco shared the news with Elty, they fortunately hadn’t heard. They were too busy conversing and being introduced to their hosts and fellow grandparents.

Hermione knew it probably wasn’t best to make the announcement at the dinner table, but they were all gathered and it seemed like a situation best served sooner rather than later. She cleared her throat as they were halfway through their meal. When she had everyone’s attention, she spoke. “I didn’t mean to interrupt everyone’s conversations, as it is lovely to have such a warm environment during meal time; however I have news I’d like to share with you all. I’m not sure how it will be taken but,” she took a deep breath, “I’m pregnant and Draco is the father.”

Her mother let out a large gasp and covered her mouth. Her aunt and uncle smile and tears formed in their eyes. Hermione wasn’t sure if it was from happiness at the thought that their grandson would have a sibling or if they were happy that they would be grandparents with her parents. Her father’s face turned deep red and she prepared for the impending explosion, “What?” He then quickly turned his attention to Draco, who shook with fear, “I really do hope that you plan on asking her to marry you, son. You’ve already had one child out of wedlock, but we forgive the circumstances. I will not have you doing the same with my daughter.” He continued to glare at Draco menacingly.

Draco unsteadily set his fork down with a clank, all color drained from his face, and his eyes glazed over as if his mind was elsewhere. Hermione grabbed his hand and squeezed it before glaring back at her father. She hissed, “You were aware of those circumstances and yet you decided to threaten him so severely that he’s now experiencing flashbacks. I won’t have you undoing the progress he’s made. I believe the situation extends to this pregnancy and you’re not to pressure him into anything. If you can’t be civil with the father of your grandchild, then you will leave this room now, Father.”

The anger drained from her father’s face at her sobering words. He looked down at his plate and muttered, “I’m sorry.”

She furrowed her brow, “As you should be.” She then turned back to Draco and moved his shoulder-length bangs behind his ear. She leaned in and whispered. “It’s okay, you’re safe. You’re at Malfoy Manor, Crabbe’s in prison awaiting trial, and your and Sofia’s son is having dinner with us.”

The unseeing film lifted from his gray eyes and he blinked a couple of times. He looked around the table, as if he was unaware of checking out for a moment. He looked over at Hermione and smiled, “Have I told you how much I love you recently?”

She smiled and kissed his cheek, “Yes, you told me just this morning.”

After dinner all of the adults helped with getting Elty ready for bed and tucking him in. A heartwarming smile filled his adorable features, as he drifted off into what they all expected to be blissful sleep. They all snuck out of the bedroom. The grandparents went to the parlor to converse for a bit longer, while the young couple retired to bed.

Upon climbing into bed with Draco, Hermione felt the rigidness in his body. She rolled on her side and looked at him. He was lying on his back and staring up at his ceiling. She noticed a tear slip from his eye. “Draco, what’s on your mind?”

“I can’t help but feel that I don’t deserve that little boy. He’s so bright, loving, and handsome. He’s too good for the Malfoy name, he bears.” He turned his head to look at her, “You know, your parents have every right to hate me, and Elty’s grandparents should hate me for what I did to their daughter. I love that boy just from the few minutes I’ve spent with him, but I know that I’ll only destroy him. Everything beautiful that I touch only crumbles in front of me.”

Hermione wasn’t going to allow him to wallow in a river of self deprecation. She leaned in and placed light kisses up and down his cheek before whispering, “You have a huge heart, Draco. You may hide it behind a cool mask of indifference, but you’ve been through so much in your young life. You deserve all of the small happy things. With all of the bad you’ve experienced, the universe owes you happiness. Please don’t dwell on things you couldn’t change. You may be a wizard, but in the end you are still only human.”

“I love you, Hermione, but you’re another good thing that I’ll never deserve. You’ve done so much for me. You’ve helped me pick up the broken pieces of my very existence and gave me back my will to live. I fear that I’ll never have anything to offer you that’ll make up for all that you’ve done.” He sighed and shut his eyes tight.

“If you look at things that way, you’ll never accept the truth. You don’t have to do anything to make up for what I’ve done for you. All you have to do is be the best father you can be to your children and shower your girlfriend with love.” She smiled warmly at him but he frowned.

His eyes opened and a maelstrom of emotion shown within their depths, “Ah, you see. I don’t like the idea of calling you my girlfriend. I understand that we haven’t been together for that long, but I think with everything I’ve been through; I want more of a commitment than that.” He rolled away from her and reached into his nightstand pulling out a box. He walked around to her side of the bed and got down on one knee, “You know I’ve been trying to plan a more romantic way to do this, but after today I don’t think I could wait any longer. Hermione Jean Granger, would you do me the greatest honor of being my wife?” He opened the box and showed a one carrot blue Safire ring flanked by two simple diamonds.

Hermione jumped out of bed and stared at the box in his hand. She gasped, “You’re serious. You’re purposing to me?”

Draco closed the box and his shoulders slumped as he got up from his knee. He mumbled, “It’s too early, I understand.”

Hermione stopped him, “No, it’s not too soon. I was just not expecting you to propose. I’d love to be your wife; however I think we shouldn’t rush the wedding. I can always hide any protruding belly behind glamour charms. I plan on using them in public during my pregnancy, anyway.”

Draco’s eyes widened. He fumbled with the ring from the box and slipped it on her left ring finger. He then pulled her into a heated kiss. His fevered lips seemed to show his relief at her acceptance. She quickly deepened the kiss. Her fingers running down his bare chest, his hands jutting under her night shirt, and it soon became too much. She pushed him onto the bed and straddled him as she ripped her shirt over her head. There was still too much fabric between them. She only paused for a moment to cast a silencing charm that would prevent their joyful moans from waking their son.

She quickly relieved herself and Draco of their excess clothing. Her heated mouth danced across his cool flesh followed by her light finger tips. He let out a moan and reached for her heated nub. She could tell that she was driving him crazy. He squirmed as she touched, licked, bit, and kissed the sensitive skin of his thighs. When she was sure he couldn’t take a moment longer of teasing she plunged his rod into her drenched cavern. They were soon both enthralled in passion and lying naked in the bed basking in the orgasmic afterglow. She squeezed his hand and whispered the three words that caused his slowing heart to quicken, “I love you.”

She cuddled up to his form underneath the blankets and soon they both slipped into a peaceful and restful sleep. A dream of curly haired blonds holding hands and running around the manor, one was the beautiful boy that had made his way home, flooded their minds.

When they awoke the next morning the first thing on their mind was Elty. Hermione and Draco quickly dressed before they made their way into their son’s bedroom. With some well executed teamwork, he was quickly dressed and the small family joined the others in the dining room for breakfast. As everyone was seated and partaking in the delicious spread prepared by the house elves, a gasp sounded from her mother’s lips. “Hermione, when were you going to tell us?”

Having forgotten the events that led up to the blissful release, she was at first confused until she noticed her mother was staring at the newly placed ring on her finger, “Oh, yes well. It’s a new development. We haven’t really started planning the wedding yet.”

Narcissa’s head popped up at hearing the word wedding, “I would be happy to help you two plan it.”

Her father groaned, “It’s about time he asked you.”

Hermione scolded, “Father, play nice.”

His eyes narrowed, “You’re my daughter, Hermione. You cannot expect me to just sit back and not fight as this young man attempts to steal you from me.”

She rolled her eyes, “He’s hardly stealing me. I’ll always be your daughter, but I’m having a child of my own, and I have this little guy here to think about as well.” She patted Elty on the head, “He’s the only link we have to Sofia and I plan to raise him as my son, since she’s not here to be his mother.”

Her mother clapped her hands, “Well, your father and I will have to extend our stay, so that we can help you plan. Plus with the baby on the way, we’ll want to be here for the birth of our first grandchild. Though we see Elty as a grandson, as well, he’s blessed with three sets of grandparents, after all.”

A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter. I guess I feel this coming to a conclusion. I think this will be fifteen chapters in total. I still have Crabbe’s trial, their wedding, and their child’s birth to cover. Also, I’m being bombarded with other story ideas, but I want to finish with this one before I post the new one I’m working on. (This was an older author note from the original posting of this story. However, it is still quite true. I have so many stories started, but am only actively posting one of my WIPs.)
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