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The Joke Book Trap	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10791 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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 money from this fiction. Pride and Prejudice belongs to Jane Austen.

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Chapter Sixteen – N.E.W.T. Interference

Draco paced back and forth in the library. Everyone decided to stay at the manor until the winter holiday was over. He stared at the Malfoy Family Tapestry in disbelief. Her face was plastered next to his with the golden vertical line connected to the line linking them through their bonding. He knew that his parents had a bonded marriage and many pureblood families were known to practice such a tradition. However, he never planned on having a bonding with his wife. He never wanted to put his future wife through the emotional, magical, and mental link associated with a marriage bond. He growled as he realized his decision was taken away from him again. He was sick of not being given a choice. It wasn’t that he was mad at actually marrying Hermione, and that he was going to be a father, he just wished it was on his terms and not his ancestor Brutus’s.

He walked over to one of the book shelves and read the titles as he tried to clear his mind from the worries filling it. He rubbed his temple as he stopped walking along the book shelf gazing at the titles. When he looked up, one particular title called to him: The eternal bond. He reached for the book and walked toward one of the overstuffed leather chairs next to the fire. He took a seat and started reading, which finally quashed his inadequacies about not doing anything to help their situation. Maybe the information in the book would help both him and Hermione acclimate to the connection forming between the two of them. A connection he never wanted to put his wife through. His mother was distraught when his father was in Azkaban because she could feel every one of his emotions even that far away. She could see the thoughts running through his mind, when he was filled with the despair the Dementors used to bring to the Wizard’s Prison.

Hermione sat in the guest room she was sharing with Ginny. She tried to wrap her head around the information that she was going to be a mum. She’d yet to retrieve her parents from Australia, and when she did retrieve them, they wouldn’t have any time to prepare for the news. Plus they wanted her to wait until she had an established career before settling down and having a family. They would think she was too young to be a parent. If her math was correct the baby would be coming sometime around her 20th birthday. Her hand rested on her flat belly as her mind whirled with the changes the little surprise would bring. Her life plan didn’t have her getting pregnant until she was 25, but apparently fate had other plans. She stared at the magical flames crackling in the fire place, as she continued to mull over her situation.

She was brought out of her deep thoughts when Ginny’s voice interrupted, “Hey, Hermione. Are you just going to sit there all day?”

The bookworm shook her head trying to clear her mind, “No, I should probably get up. It’s a bit of a shock though. We’re so young, and I’m just not sure if we’re ready for the responsibility of parenthood. With everything that he’s been through, I’m just not sure if he’ll be a good father.”

The youngest Weasley raised an eyebrow, “Now, you’re just being silly. I’m not sure you’ve seen it, but his parents love him greatly. He may’ve been taught to be cold and aloof in public, but they all love each other. I’m sure he’ll be a great father, as I’m sure that he’s worried about whether or not he’s deserving of love or a family. I’m pretty sure he’s been hard on himself after the war.”

Hermione stood up and crossed her arms, “I guess you’re right. I really should stop assuming things about him, but I just can’t help worrying. I want my parents found, and I want them to remember me, but I’m afraid about how they’ll react. Then we still have to study for our N.E.W.T.s, and I’m worried about being able to pass my practical portion of the test when I’m about six months pregnant. I’ve read in some of the magical encyclopedias, when I was doing a bit of light reading, that pregnancy can influence a witch’s magic.”

The ginger haired girlfriend of Harry Potter stared down at her shoes, as she moved her weight from one foot to the other, “Well, pregnancy isn’t the only thing that can affect a witch’s magic. The marriage bond creates a magical bond between the husband and wife. That bond allows one to transfer emotions and thoughts across the connection. It has also been known to influence one’s magic.”

“What!” She wasn’t aware of the volume of her voice as she stormed out of the room and straight into the library. She hadn’t read up on Wizarding marriage traditions, as she figured that she’d just have a Muggle Marriage when she married the right wizard. She never even considered that magical Wizarding traditions existed. Then again it was something that wasn’t readily shared by the pureblood families who usually partook in such traditions. Her mind continued to turn with the effects the bonding having on her practical exam. She growled, “If this connection between me and Malfoy affects my N.E.W.T. results, so help me, I’ll hex him!”

She reached the large wooden double doors that belonged to the ornate ancient library. She stormed into the room to find Draco asleep in one of the chairs by the fire with a book on his chest. She cleared her throat, which caused him to startle and moan, “What? Where am I?”

Ginny chuckled, “You fell asleep in your family’s library, while reading a book. I didn’t realize you sought answers in the library as much as Hermione. Perhaps you two are perfect for one another.”

He blinked his eyes a few times, as if he was trying to clear his vision, “Why does my new wife look like she’s about to explode?”

That was it! She let out a loud scream before her voice took on a higher pitch irate tone, “Why didn’t you tell me that this bond could affect my magic? Why didn’t you advise me of the fact that I may have to start practicing my spells more to adjust any changes? Do you want me to get all Trolls on my N.E.W.T.s, so that I can be a stay at home mom with your little brat?” Her face felt warm, and she could only imagine that it was as red as a tomato. However, the thought was fleeting, as her anger over road any logic she possessed.

His eyes widened in fear, “I wasn’t aware of the full implications of the bonding. I knew that our magic was linked together, however I never considered it affecting your exam, or rather, our exams. I started reading this book on Bonding Rites, and I got halfway through before I fell asleep. I’m sorry, but I didn’t get enough sleep last night. My mind just wouldn’t shut down last night. I hate taking sleeping draughts because I feel groggy and can’t think the next day.”

She tapped her foot and held out her hand, “Let me see that book!”

He handed over the book before quickly leaving the room. She stared at his retreating back before she sat down in the chair he just vacated. Ginny sat in the chair next to her and remained quiet for a bit while Hermione read.

Draco left the library as quickly as possible. He didn’t know what it was about Hermione, but she was scary when she was angry. He didn’t want to stick around and be on the receiving end of her enraged wand. He could tell that she was either ready to spit fire or start practicing hexes. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, as he walked toward the kitchen where he knew Molly would be cooking with the help of the house elves. He hoped that his mother would be in there with her and possibly even Andromeda, as it was the night that she visited the Burrow for family dinner with the almost one year old Teddy.

He started to wonder if the bonding would affect their magic ability to the point where it would impact their practical portion of their N.E.W.T.s. Another thought struck him as he reached the plain looking door to the kitchen, how much effect will the pregnancy have? The door swung open as he approached it and he sighed with relief when all three women stood in the Kitchen. He cleared his throat, “Can I speak with you three?”

Narcissa’s pale eyebrow raised and concern shone in her blue eyes, “What’s the matter baby?”

He couldn’t stop himself from pacing back and forth, “Hermione.” He stopped and tried again as the words caught in his throat. He managed to strangle out, “How much will the bonding and the pregnancy affect her magic and ability during the practical portion of the N.E.W.T.s?”

The three women looked at him with concern before looking at each other, as if they were trying to determine who should answer his question. However, before anyone answered his question all three elder witches burst into fits of giggles. Draco crossed his arms and furrowed his brow, “I don’t understand why you think it’s funny. It’s Granger! She’ll kill me if this affects her scores in anyway.”

Narcissa stopped laughing, but her eyes were still filled with mirth, “It’s good to see that you fear her. You’ll do well as a husband if you know when to be afraid.” She patted him on the shoulder in an attempt to comfort him before turning to the Weasley Matriarch, “Molly, are you and Arthur bonded?”

The curly haired ginger nodded, “We participated in the Prewitt family ceremony.”

Narcissa turned toward her sister and smiled, “Dromeda, I know that you and Ted weren’t, as our parents disowned you and well Ted was a muggle so he wouldn’t have had a ceremony to substitute it with like Molly had.” She walked away from Draco to link arms with the house wife, “I think with the amount of pregnancies you’ve had and your experience with a bonded marriage, you’d be best to answer Draco’s question.”

She nodded as her blue eyes focused on him, “At the beginning of each of my pregnancies, my magic would go haywire, but after I continued to use it, I acclimated. I grew used to the changes and I didn’t have to worry about readjusting to magical differences until after the baby was born. However, it took me a few months to adjust to the differences in my magic after the bonding. I think this happened because of the differences in Arthur and my magical auras. You and Hermione may experience something completely different. Would you like me to speak with her?”

Draco felt the blood leave his face at her last statement. He was dead if it would take Hermione months to adjust to their magical bond. He felt himself shutter, as he nodded a yes to her question. He didn’t trust himself to speak. He turned around and left the kitchen. He retreated to his bedroom, as he knew that his wife wouldn’t want to be in the same room with him for a while. What had he gotten himself into? He cared for her and he was ecstatic about being a father because after the war he was sure that no woman would care for him. Plenty were interested in his title, money, and handsome features, but they weren’t interested in him as a person. He ran both his hands through his hair before giving it a tug in frustration. They’d been married for a total of one day in their reality, and he’d already messed it up.

Hermione was almost done reading the book when Ginny cleared her throat, “Don’t you think you were a little inconsiderate?”

She looked up from the book, which had given her a bit of hope. If she could figure out how to get a handle on the bond and use it to her benefit, then it wouldn’t affect her casting. She sighed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Ginny’s eyes widened, “You don’t know what I’m talking about? You unleashed all of your anger at Malfoy. You yelled at him, blamed him for something he didn’t have control over, and threatened to hex him within an inch of his life. You may not have seen it, but you scared him. He left the room terrified of his new wife. Do you not see anything wrong with that?”

Hermione gasped, “I was just so angry that I didn’t even think about how my words affected him. Oh bugger! What am I going to do now? I can’t alienate my new husband and the father of my unborn child. I just am so stressed and worried about everything associated with this situation. I lashed out because my life is spinning out of control. Everything has changed so fast.”

She patted the pregnant witch’s shoulder, “You still have time. You have months before the wedding and a few more before the baby arrives. You’ll have plenty of time to adjust to the idea. Perhaps we should change the topic. Guess who Ron’s dating!”

The curly haired brunette shook her head and giggled, “I’m not even going to ask how you found this information out. Who?”

“You’d never guess, so I’ll just tell you. So, you know how a certain Slytherin was a member of the Slug Club your sixth year and my fifth?”

Her brown eyes narrowed, “There was more than one Slytherin a part of that group but only one was male. Please don’t tell me your brother is dating the black widow’s son.” Ginny nodded causing the head girl to gasp, “Wait, Ron’s dating Zabini? I didn’t even know the Italian was gay.”

Her red headed friend chuckled, “Many of us weren’t aware of Ron being gay and we’re his family, so it’s understandable that you couldn’t tell that Zabini was when you two were barley even acquaintances. Draco’s known him for years, so if anyone knew about his preferences, it’d be him.”

“Wow, so that’s two Gryffindor/Slytherin relationships. What’s next Theo and Fay will announce that they’ve been secretly dating for years?” She joked and Ginny’s eyes widened, which caused Hermione to groan, “Wait, don’t tell me. Those two have been secretly dating for years?”

Ginny covered her mouth and chuckled, “No, well at least I don’t think so. I was just thinking that if we introduced the two, who knows what would happen. I really think the school could use another Slytherin/Gryffindor couple. Especially, since I don’t believe that Ron’s about ready to go public with his relationship. The two met in Auror Training, but I don’t even know how they started dating or spilled to the other that they preferred men.”

Draco plopped down on his bed and fell into a fitful sleep. He was tossing and turning as his mind filled with the haunting images of his past. He saw the horrors present during the Death Eater gatherings, the former muggle studies teacher tortured, killed, and eaten. Hermione wreathing on the floor in pain as his crazy aunt carved the word Mudblood into her arm. Him standing over each nameless death eater using the torture curse, as Voldemort stood over him giving him instruction. He jolted awake and gave out a scream when he felt the man’s cold hand on his shoulder. His mind continued to flash images in his mind as he regained cognitive functioning. His mind played a memory that couldn’t have been his. He was in a room with Harry Potter and the snake was coming at them as they quickly apparated from the window. Harry’s wand was broken because the curse rebounded. Draco pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes as he tried to get rid of the memory that wasn’t his. He shook his head and moved his hands up and through his hair.

He wanted to scream, but just sat there quivering like a frightened child. He wanted to look up at his ceiling and ask, whatever higher power responsible for creating Wizards, why he was still suffering, but before he could make the outcry a familiar voice interrupted his internal rant. “Draco, I see that you still have nightmares.”

He turned his head in the direction of the voice and saw his tanned Italian friend sitting in one of the chairs near the fire. “What are you doing here, Zabini?”

He rolled his brown eyes, “I haven’t seen you in months and you decided to get married without telling me. Then I come to visit you, and you treat me like I’m some intruder, I’m hurt.”

The blonde smiled and laughed forgetting about his torturous thoughts moments before, “It’s good to see you Blaise. The wedding was a bit of a shocker, but I love her. I’m pretty sure that she feels the same way, but I could be wrong. She threatened my life if our marriage affected her ability to perform magic, because Merlin forbid if she got anything less than an Outstanding in every subject.”

The shaved head, coffee colored, man rubbed his chin. “So, I’m guessing there’s been a bit of trouble in paradise then.”

A maelstrom started in the heir’s gray eyes and his voice went cold, “You didn’t tell me what you’re doing here.”

The Italian raised an eyebrow, “I arrived with Ron as his date for the New Year’s Eve ball your mother puts on every year. “

“But that’s still not for a couple of days.”

The charismatic man smiled, “Yes, well I’ve got to give my man some loving until then. Since the Weasley’s are staying here, I’m going to stand by my man. He’s finally out to his family, so I’m taking advantage of the situation. I’ve been begging him to introduce me to his family for months now, but it wasn’t until he realized his family knew about his preferences that he even considered having me around them. He may be a Gryffindor, but sometimes he’s quite cowardly. I guess that’d make him the cowardly lion.”

Draco just shook his head, “So, you’re telling me that you and the Weasel King have been dating for a few months now, and I’m just finding this out. Is he treating you well? I mean he was quite thick at Hogwarts when it came to girls feelings but then again-”

“It could’ve had something to do with the fact that he wasn’t attracted to them. He didn’t pick up on the signals because he wasn’t looking for them. So, is it true that you managed shag Granger and she’s pregnant with your child?”

The blonde’s head dropped into his hands, “Yes, but bloody hell, I’ve messed up. Fucking bugger of a sodding prat!”

His friend’s eyebrow arose, “There’s no need for the repetitive curses. How did you mess it up?”

“I don’t know how I’ve messed it up, but she’s mad at me. She’s mad that because my ancestor performed a bonding ceremony on the two of us while we were trapped in that book and that we conceived a child to break an ancient curse on my family, and now her practice portion of her exams may be affected. She blames me, and I don’t know what I can do to make it right. I know this bond will affect my magic as well, and all we have to do is work together to fix it. At the same time, I’m just so afraid of losing her. I don’t know why it happened so quickly, perhaps it was because over a year passed in that novel when only a few days passed in our reality, but I love her. I love her more than life itself, and it scares the shite out of me! What am I going to do?”

Blaise held up his hands, “There’s nothing I can do. I have no reason to deal with hormonal woman, I’m gay remember?”

Draco shook his head and chuckled, “Yes I remember. Of course, having a mother like yours would make any straight man go gay.”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah whatever.”

A/N: Okay so not much going on in this chapter. We have a bit of conflict but I know that I want to have four more chapters and I have an idea about how I’m going to end this, however I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen when I get there.
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