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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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A/N: So sorry about the long wait, real life has been very busy lately!! Easter Holidays at the moment so I was able to find some time to get this chapter finished!! Happy Easter everyone!!

Chapter Sixteen

... Draco looked aghast, “There is no way I am letting Potty or Weasel name my child!”

Hermione huffed again, “They wouldn’t actually be naming her, just helping us brainstorm, and giving us ideas.” Then she muttered under her breath “It’s not like they could come up with anything worse than Grumium.”...

***Three Days Later***

By now Hermione was far enough along in the pregnancy that she wouldn’t have been able to hide her growing stomach even if she wanted to. She and Draco had been to see a medi-witch once since losing one of the twins, just to be certain that no damage had been done to their remaining child. This time when they went in to the hospital, the medi-witch pointed her wand at Hermione’s stomach and conjured a holographic image of their child. Their daughter was fully formed now, and the next 5 months of pregnancy would be for growth.

The medi-witch made a hard copy of the image for Hermione and Draco to take with them.

When they arrived back at their home, Hermione made copies of the image and sent them, along with a note asking for help thinking up baby names, to Harry and the Weasley’s, her parents and even to Blaise and Pansy. Draco had been over to their houses a few times and Hermione thought that it was only fair to include his friends as well as hers even though she still wasn’t sure where Draco’s friends stood on issue of her blood status. She decided that she would ask Draco to re-introduce her to them; he had finally made a truce with her friends after all. Maybe they would host a dinner party and invite all of their friends along?

Later that evening, after Narcissa had gone to bed; Hermione was relaxing on the couch when Draco came over and started massaging her back.

“mmm” She moaned at the feeling of having her tight muscles kneaded.

“What are you thinking about, my Granger?” Draco asked as his fingers worked their magic at the base of her spine. She told him about her idea to meet his friends and he stiffened, his hands ceasing their movements.

Hermione turned towards him, “What? What’s wrong with having your friends over for dinner?”

Draco looked uncomfortable and wouldn’t meet Hermione’s eyes; she continued to look at him questioningly “Well?” she prompted.

Draco shifted away from her slightly, his eyes darting about the room as he cleared his throat, “They, er, they don’t know about how I feel for you.” He rushed out and Hermione raised an eyebrow at him, her friends didn’t know the extent of her feelings for him either.

She told him as much and asked him to elaborate, there was clearly more going on here than that.

Draco sighed “When they found out about the pregnancy, they assumed that I still hated you, especially when after I refused to marry you” Hermione’s narrowed at this statement before Draco explained “well, they assumed that it was me who refused the marriage and not in fact you.” Hermione nodded once, he took this as a signal to keep going and said quietly “I haven’t corrected them.” He took a deep breath “They still think that I hate you, and they may not mind about your blood status, but none of them ever particularly liked you or your friends at school.”

Hermione cut him off then, “So why do they think you are living with me? In Muggle London?” Hermione’s voice was icy. She opened her mouth to say more but this time it was Draco who cut in, answering her questions before she could come up with answers on her own, “To get away from my father, they know how angry he is and that mother is divorcing him, I suppose they think that I moved in with you just to spite him.”

There was a pause in the argument before Hermione asked quietly, “Who are you lying to, Draco? Your best friends? Or me, the girl you knocked up on graduation night?” Hermione stood from the couch, anger was shining from her eyes but her heart was heavy with hurt, “Maybe you should have let your father get rid of both of the babies!” Hermione stormed from the room slamming the bedroom door behind her and sitting on the edge of the bed. She could here Draco walking down the hall and she quickly charmed the door locked so he couldn’t get in.

She couldn’t believe that she had been defending him to her friends, and now it seems that Ron was right all along; he was still a Slytherin at heart, and he was ashamed of his feelings for her; that’s if he felt that way at all. She sighed, no, she knew in her heart that he hadn’t lied to her about that; what reason did he have?

“Hermione!” He called knocking on the door lightly,” Granger, let me in! Please let me try to explain.” He pleaded with her through the door, “I know I...” Hermione cut him off with a silencing charm and crawled into bed after pulling her clothes off, not caring that Draco would be forced to sleep on the couch, she couldn’t face him just yet.

***Three Days Later***

The morning after their argument Hermione had found Draco asleep outside the door in the hallway, she had simply stepped over him and apparated to the Weasley’s house to talk to Ginny about the issue over breakfast in Diagon Alley.

When he had awoken and found her gone, Draco immediately assumed that she would have gone to the Burrow and had headed there after her.

***Flash Back***

“Hey, Malfoy” Harry greeted him cautiously, “you looking for ‘Mione?”

“Yeah” Draco replied, “Have you seen her?” He looked around the room, his eyes landing on Ron who was scowling at him over his breakfast, Draco sneered at him, before turning back to Harry.

“She came by earlier, wanted to talk to Ginny.” Harry answered then continued, crossing his arms over his chest he glared at Malfoy, “She seemed upset. Anything going on that we should know about Malfoy?” He raised an eyebrow at the blonde wizard.

Draco sighed looking defeated, Harry relaxed his pose when he saw the look on Draco’s face but didn’t back down, “What have done to upset her, Malfoy?”

Deciding that in order to get Hermione to talk to him again he would need the help of someone who knew her better than he did, Draco told Harry about their argument.

“I haven’t lied to her about my feelings” Finished Draco, “I just don’t know how to tell my friends, it was easier to just let them believe what they wanted. I planned on telling them eventually.” Harry was shocked at the revelation that Hermione and Malfoy felt that strongly about one another, but quickly regained his composure.

“Look” Harry Started, “Hermione will just want some time to herself to think things over.”

The two of them chatted for a while about what Draco should do, and women in general.

Harry laughed “Oh, and Hermione’s silent treatment has been known to last a very long time, so you better get used to sleeping on the couch for a while” Draco scowled before apparating away.

*** End Flash Back***

Hermione had ignored Draco when she had returned from meeting Ginny, and she was still ignoring him now. He was realising that Harry had probably been right, and he would indeed need to get used the bloody uncomfortable couch. He had tried to talking to her, and had even explained everything without getting a single response from Hermione, as she sat on the couch – his current sleeping place – and read a book on raising magical children, written by a muggleborn witch.

He had even visited both Blaise and Pansy and told them how he felt about Hermione, they had of course brushed it off as a result of his horny teenage hormones and wouldn’t accept that he was being serious no matter how many times he explained to them that he really did love her.

But Hermione still wouldn’t talk to him even after he had told his friends, he was at a loss, he had no idea what to do now, so he was giving her the quiet she obviously wanted.

The next day he had awoken to hear his mother shouting into the fireplace, the divorce wasn’t going as smoothly as she had hoped.

Narcissa looked like she was ready to start throwing unforgivable’s at the man who’s head was bobbing in the fire.

“Just forget it” Snapped Narcissa; “I’ll find another firm who will get me what I want” She seethed as the man disappeared from the flames.

Hermione appeared from the hallway, her hair eyes bleary with sleep, “Everything ok, Cissa?” She asked before yawning into her hand. Draco glared at his mother, jealous of the fact that she was still on speaking terms with Hermione.

“Back to stage one” Replied Narcissa, “I need to find a lawyer with enough back bone to stand up against Lucius, and it isn’t looking like it’s going to be an easy task.” Narcissa stated wearily.

Later that day, Narcissa was out and Hermione was in the middle of making lunch for herself and Draco – for some reason, although Hermione wasn’t speaking to him she was still feeding him – when she dropped the butter knife she was using and grabbed her stomach a look of shock on her face.

Seeing this, Draco jumped up, “What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice sounding panicked, as he rushed towards her. Hermione whirled around and grabbed Draco’s hands pushing them against her lower belly, her look of shock transforming into a grin. Draco calmed down as he saw the smile on her face and he looked down at his hands resting on her stomach, then he felt it, a tiny kick against his palm, his eyes widened and his head jerked back up to meet her gaze.

“Was that..?” Draco asked, awed. Hermione bit her lip and nodded at him her eyes sparkling, she had felt the baby moving a few times, but this was the first time that she had felt her kick.

Before thinking about what he was doing he lent forwards and captured Hermione’s lips with his, her hands still holding his against her protruding tummy. She kissed him back, one of her hands moving up to pull his face tighter against hers as the baby kicked Draco’s hand again.

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