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Chapter 14: Simply Him
Surprising isn't it? The fact I'm pregnant. I was shocked at first when Madam Pomfrey gave me the news. I nearly fainted but it wouldn't really make much a difference if I did really. After all I was on a bed. At least I wouldn't fall if I did faint.
Okay enough of fainting (I didn't isn't that good enough?) though I sort of wished I did. I mean when I told Draco he's going to be a father, I was practically tearing my hair out of my head. I didn't know what to expect. Would he be mad? Deny the fact he was the father? Would he abandon me? Or tell me to abort it? Though I sort of doubt he knows what an abortion is. In the wizarding world, girls never get an abortion for there are always contraceptive spells or potions to prevent unwanted births. And even I had used them. Well that is... until Draco said it was over between us. I didn't use one, or had forgotten to, when we shagged on the broom in the sky.
So now back to my nervous thoughts. My mind was tearing me apart. Draco looked as if he'd fallen over a cliff (or rather I chucked him off of a cliff) and his already pale face was even paler. His hands were shaking. I didn't know from what. Maybe anger or just nervousness.
I hope it's the latter.
There was a large silence and it was seriously killing me. But during that time --it seemed ages-- I began to think about what I'd do. I mean I would obviously keep it. I mean what kind of person do you think I am? And...Somewhere inside me, I was jumping in joy. My own baby! My own flesh and blood, growing inside me.
A life.
I was going to give life to someone. I never imagined giving life at this age, but I always thought of having a family. Such as the night before the party. I dreamt that Draco and I were married and then the dream changed and we were old, telling stories to our grandchildren. I loved that dream and ever since then I suppose, before that awful incident where Draco and I were parted, I begun to think about my future.
My future with Draco Malfoy.
I mean obviously I love him so I would want to marry him too but I didn't know what he wanted. Our relationship was still a secret. No one but Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Blaise knew and we weren't planning on telling anyone. I mean what would you do in my place? Tell the world I was sleeping with my enemy?
Of course not.
But still I was wondering about my future with him. I mean we couldn't stay like this forever. Our relationship didn't have a name for Merlin's sake! How pathetic is that? We were fuck-buddies before but now that we admitted our love for each other surely the name should change.
Yet somehow it hadn't.
I still felt the same even though Draco said he loves me and I him. Even though he was so much kinder to me, calling me by my first name, being such a sweetheart and caring for me. He truly loved me. Though I didn't feel much different.
Would this last?
I mean think about it. We couldn't stay like this forever. I couldn't just continue sleeping with Draco for the rest of my life. I wouldn't stay young forever and surely since our relationship didn't have a name, that would mean we had no commitment and since there would be no commitment, then maybe he would get bored of me and move on? Leave me when I lost my attractiveness or whatever it was that drawn me to him.
But now we are going to have a baby.
I was happy.
Now there was something to keep the two of us together. A token of our love. Wonderful really. It was like a dream. Maybe we'd get married and live happily ever after. Then our relationship would have a name. Everyone would know about us and I wouldn't have to lie anymore. Life would be different. Perfect. That is...if he did accept my baby and if he did want to marry me.
Well maybe not marry me. Being a father to my baby would be enough for now... I guess.
Finally after what seemed to be centuries, Draco blinked and I saw him part his lips and open his mouth to speak. However no words came out. Odd. Then when he realized he was just too shocked to speak, or maybe he just didn't know what to say, he reached over me and kissed my lips ever so lightly. And then before I could kiss back, his lips left mine and went over to my forehead where he planted a sweet kiss.
I was breathless again.
And speechless. I didn't know what to make out of this. What did he think? Did this mean he was happy? Did he want my baby? Apparently.
"Draco?" I whispered. It was odd really hearing my voice. It didn't sound like mine. It was distant...far away, soft, barely audible.
His hand stroked my cheek and, instead of at the far edge of the bed, he sat next to me. One of his hands when on my stomach where he was tracing circles around my belly and he locked eyes with me.
His eyes had a bit of blue speckled in them. That meant he was happy!
Oh joy!
I smiled when he smiled at me, yet I was yearning for him to speak. Why must he always keep his feelings to himself? Damn him for being so enigmatic and unreadable. I wished I knew him better. I mean I know some of his likes and dislikes. Such as his sensitivity to breasts. I grinned as I remembered how he squirms whenever I caressed them or licked them.
Or how he likes strawberries and chocolate just like I do.
And his dislikes? Well for one he hates Ron. Absolutely ABHORS him. And how he doesn't like Harry much, but I suppose now he grown some respect for him and Ginny. I also knew other stuff like how he had a bad childhood. I mean he was a spoiled brat, but his parents didn't really love him. The poor thing.
But I didn't know anything else. Like now. I don't know what he really thinks about my being pregnant. Well obviously he's a bit happy but why didn't he just say something? Must I always be the one to talk? Maybe if I never told him I loved him, he'd never tell me he did too. Well not maybe...I was absolutely sure he wouldn't. He was an egotistical brat, arrogant and spoiled, yet sweet and just adorable and just damn sexy.
But he seemed desolate.
Finally after about an hour of staring fondly into each other's eyes, he spoke. At first I didn't even notice he said anything! It was so sudden. He really was unpredictable but isn't that predictable? Wait that didn't make sense. Or did it?
"So you really are pregnant?"
I blinked stupidly at him as I processed his words. Duh! was the reaction that rang through my brain but this wasn't the time to be sarcastic so I nodded...stupidly, I might add.
He didn't say anything after that. I think he didn't really know what to say. Maybe he's still pondering what to do about it. But then so suddenly he spoke again. I didn't really expect him to say anything so I didn't catch a word of it so I tried, as politely as I could, to ask him to repeat it.
"You are keeping it right?" he said. I sort of think he had said something else before, but I didn't hear it so I really wouldn't know. Maybe it was just in my head. Maybe he just rephrased what he asked me.
"Of course," I said like as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I realized how mean and dumb that sounded so I added, "If you want it," really softly.
"Of course I want my baby!" he said. "What makes you think I wouldn't?"
I felt dumb again. That's been happening a lot these past few minutes. The feeling was foreign to me. Feeling dumb. I mean I'm not boasting or anything (actually I think I am) but I'm the smartest witch in our year and I rarely feel dumb. (Yes that was boasting. Very shallow of me. Tsk tsk)
And then before I got a chance to say anything to heal my wounded ego, Ginny and Harry came prancing in through the drawn curtains.
"What happened!" the redhead cried, coming near me and feeling my forehead.
"Are you sick?" Harry asked.
"You don't feel warm," Ginny said.
I couldn't help but grin (--wider since I was grinning before). Draco was staring at them funnily and the whole scenario was just hilarious. I mean nothing funny happened, but the situation was such. Draco and I shared a knowing smile and Harry and Ginny was staring at us with a raised eyebrow.
Finally it was I who spoke, "I'm pregnant!" I was happy and excited and my words expressed my sheer joy.
But they weren't as glad as I thought they would be. I mean what did I expect? Did I really think Harry would go all 'Oh Hermione! That's wonderful!' Or that Ginny would bounce up and down in joy and twirl me around and tell me how happy she was for me? I was stupid to think that. (I guess I'm getting used to being stupid...and in fact I think I'm being quite good at it. Maybe Lavender and Parvati's dense-ness rubbed off on my after sleeping over last night. That's pretty mean and shallow too I guess. Damn bad influences...Oh dear! I've begun to say damn a lot. Not good...not good.)
Instead they gaped at me, their mouths open all they way, their eyes wide. Then the blinked rapidly and Harry began to laugh. The nerve!
"Ha ha! Very funny Hermione!" he said after his laughter had tamed a bit. Ginny was giggling like the Gossiping Duo. I can't believe they thought it was a joke!
I gave them a serious look that made them stop. Draco had a 'no -nonsense' look on his handsome face too.
"Yo--you aren't serious are you?" Harry asked hesitantly. When the two of us hadn't replied, he said, "Bloody Hell!" And nearly fainted.
Ginny was ashen, her freckles standing out again. She looked funny. I almost wanted to laugh...of course I didn't. I'm mean sometimes but not that mean.
"Oh. My. God," she said and promptly passed out.
At first I wasn't sure what had happened but then I heard Harry yelling and Madam Pomfrey coming and putting her on the bed next to mine.
A long awkward silence followed that. Harry was sitting in a chair next to Ginny's bed. His back was facing me. I suppose he wasn't ready to confront me.
During the silence, Draco found it fit to leave. He told me he'd be waiting in the Headrooms. When he had gone, I heard Harry sigh and then turn around. "Congratulations," he said and then left me there to watch the now empty chair.
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Ginny woke up around a half hour later. I was still there because Madam Pomfrey didn't tell me I could leave. I would have asked her if I could, but I stayed because Ginny was still here.
When she woke up, her red, wavy and gorgeous hair was still beautiful. I envied her then. She was sleeping, her hair all bunched up in her pillow, yet still when she lifted her head, it was all better. Why? How? Grrrr! I wish my hair was like that. I think that right now my hair (which is always a mess) must be an even messier mess.
Anyway when she awoken, I couldn't help but feel as though she was Sleeping Beauty. I hated her. Yet I loved her because she was my friend. Odd feelings I'm having lately. Maybe it's the mood swings one gets when pregnant. Perhaps. Or perhaps I just changed.
She looked at me and smiled. And tired to smile, I really tired, but I couldn't. I imagined her and Draco kissing in the library again. I mean I know it was Ron who had used the Polyjuice Potion to change his appearance (don't ask how he got it) but I couldn't get the image out of my head. It was burned into my skull. And I remembered the looks she was giving him. I know almost the whole school looks at Draco that way (yes even some of the guys) but I couldn't help but feel jealous. That someday she might just go behind my back and do it.
I told her I was pregnant again. She must have forgotten due to the fainting and when I told her again, she nearly blacked out again. Thankfully she didn't. Though she was a bit surprised. I mean yes the two of them were rather supportive of me, but I think they always thought it would be temporary. But now that I would have Draco's child, this thought was chucked out the window.
"Are you going to keep it?" she asked.
Why is that the only question people ask? OF COURSE I'LL KEEP IT!
I didn't say that, instead my words went like this, "Yes. It's my baby after all."
"Oh."
Silence.
"What does Draco say?" she asked.
"He's happy. We haven't talked about it all yet since you two came barging in!" I said, irritated since I realized that I didn't really know what he thought of all this and when he was ready to tell these two came and made a big scene.
"I'm sorry. We were worried," she said apologetically.
Oh now she got me all guilty! Stupid girl.
"It's all right Gin," I assured her.
Thankfully Madam Pomfrey came before another awkward silence followed.
"I suppose you two may go now. You missed Lunch, I'm sorry to say." She then handed me a large vial of that clear stuff to clear my headaches and stop me from throwing up too much. It also was said to help with the mood swings for later on in the pregnancy.

I'm glad I got it now though. My mood had been swinging a lot today.
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Draco was asleep in the couch when I got there. I sat on the floor at his side and watched him. I don't know why. I just did. I suppose somewhere in my mind I thought that by doing so, I'd get to have a glimpse into Draco's life. Just by studying his face I thought I might get to know him since he doesn't have his guard up.
Maybe I did, though it's hard to say. I never really tried to know someone by watching him or her sleep.
I noticed that his beautiful eyes had beautiful long eyelashes that touched his cheek as his eyelids were closed. His eyebrows were elegant, and clear. His nose was pointed, regal and his chin was upturned in a way...also regal and aristocratic.
His lips were a pale pink; his skin wasn't really that pale, as I had thought. I suppose it was because of the color of his hair and the fact he wore black a whole lot. His hair was over his forehead and was practically shading his eyes.
And just then, I knew him.
Just like that. It was weird --I guess-- to hear this. But somehow in it's strange way it was true.
This man before me, this person whom all my life I thought was arrogant, pompous Slytherin, a spoiled brat that always got what he wanted. But now I saw that he was neither. He wasn't the Slytherin King, the Sex God, he was simply Draco Malfoy, a boy, a teenager, an almost man.
Weird really, this description of him. I always thought he was something different. A mean boy, the son of a Death Eater that would probably follow in his father's footsteps, but he was different.
He was an average boy, going through normal teenage angst. He was no different than anyone else. The same...yet still not.
I can't really explain it. Maybe I never will. Or maybe this is as far as I'll be able to describe him, or get to know him.
He stirred and then woke up, those heavy eyelashes fluttering.
I envied those lashes. I wish mine were as long, or at least partially long as his. Why is it that guys have longer and thicker eyelashes than girls? Why do we need to put on mascara to emphasize it while they don't? Heck even Crabbe -or was it Goyle?- had longer eyelashes than Lavender's fake ones!
"Hermione?" he rasped, raising himself. When he noticed I was sitting on the floor, those wonderful eyes of his widened. "Get up at once! What do you think you are doing!" he said, making me stand up after he had risen as well. He made me sit next to him and took my hands in his, stroking them.
We were staring off into each other's eyes again.
I found that it was one of my favorite hobbies.
"Hermione?" he said.
I loved the way he said my name. "Hmm?"
He reached forward again and kissed me and pretty soon I'm on my back on the couch, naked. And he is too and as he crawls on top of me. He makes sure that he doesn't squish me since there was a baby growing inside my stomach and before he lowered himself in me, he asked, "Am I hurting it?"
I shook my head and said, "No. I suppose not."
He nodded and pretty soon the both of us were swimming around in lust, passion, and of course, love.
I knew this would happen. Sex...he never stops. He never misses any opportunity to make love. That was something else about his personality.
Normal men and boys always think of sex too.
And that's exactly what he is.
He's average and he's...
...Simply Him.

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