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Punishment or a Gift	By : Darcie Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 17
Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room among his best friends, Hermione deeply involved in a dusty old book, Ron finishing off a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. February had arrived, the snow starting to melt as a sign of spring around the corner and better things to come. Suddenly, a grin broke out on his face. He turned his ruffled auburn head towards Hermione. "Did I tell you the due date?"
She closed the book and looked back at Harry, slightly upset. "No, you didn't you little git." Smiling, she flipped her bushy hair behind her and prompted Harry with her eyes to tell.
"It's March 1st."
"Hey!" Ron exclaimed in between chewing on a pepper flavored bean. "That's my birthday!"
Chuckling, Harry slapped his forehead. "That's right. How could I have forgotten?" He propped his socked feet up on the couch beside him.
Ron made a fake gagging noise and a disgusted look remained on his face. "You know, that's my day. Why do I have to share it with you and Malfoy's kid?" He popped a reddish bean into his mouth, instantly fanning his face as he chewed the jalapeno bean.
Harry, rather hurt, looked away from his friends and towards the small fire flaming in the fireplace. He proceeded to lay down, his chin resting on his folded arms, eyes set on watching each flame dance and die. As the room quieted further, he sighed heavily forgetting they were still in the room with him as his thoughts wandered.
Angrily, Hermione glared at her boyfriend, stood and grabbed the top of his left ear to drag him through the fat lady portrait.
"Easy, Herm, that's my personal ear you're about to rip off!" Ron scowled as they entered the hallway. He eyed her up and down. Her papercut scarred hands were glued to her hips as her right foot tapped incessantly on the cold stone floor. "What's wrong with you?"
She swallowed quickly. "I could ask the same about you." Her frown deepened. "I am very disappointed in you. What kind of friend are you to disgrace something as important as this. He is your best friend going through a rough time."
Slowly, Ron's guilt could be seen on his face as his eyes lowered and his freckles became more noticeable. Naturally, she continued.
"He is sixteen with a pregnant boyfriend that he loves and loves him in return. I've heard that You-Know-Who will make an appearance. Do you understand why?"
Ron nodded and mumbled numbly, "It's Harry's baby."
She took a deep breath and snapped her hands from her waist to rub her head. "Not only is it Harry's, it's Draco's, one of the most poul wul witch or wizard ever!"
The red-head simply nodded again, disgusted with his actions and comments. He gazed up at his girlfriend who was huffing and puffing in anger. He shifted closer to her but she took a step back.
Her voice was lowered as she spoke again. "I'm still fairly upset about you-know-what."
Ron blushed madly as he remembered the embarrassing moment that sent his girlfriend crying from her own room. "Listen, about that,"
She held up a hand to stop him from speaking. "I don't want to hear anymore." Quickly, she placed a tiny kiss on his lips and took off down the hall to where Ron didn't know. She heard the portrait swing close as she continued on her way, contemplating all that was occurring in her life, her bushy brown hair bouncing lightly.
Ron entered the common room cautiously to notice Harry motionless where he last saw him. He approached his friend soundlessly and ruffled the boy's hair before deciding to work on some Charms homework. He turned back to notice a small smile on Harry's lips before exiting the room happily.
The Malfoy Manor was oddly quiet this Saturday afternoon as Narcissa sat alone as usual, he hands kneading a piece of dough in the kitchen. She was so bored that she asked the houseelves if she could aid them with their baking. Her thoughts wandered to her son, who was at Hogwarts without her, pregnant with her grandchild. Oh, how she wanted to be there with him but she was forced to comply with the Dark Lord's wishes and now that robed bastard knew when he was going to give birth. She was unable to charm the letter or dispose of it quickly enough before Lucius could get a hand on it. He was waiting for the owl beside her and refused to leave until the letter was in the death grip of his hands.
"Narcissa!"
She heard her husband's exclamation and dropped the dough quickly, rapidly untying the apron she wore over her elegant gown and washing her hands clean of the flour but she was too slow as Lucius entered the kitchen.
"What in Merlin are you doing?" His voice was cold as he walked towards her, his snake cane in hand. "Servant's work, my dear?"
She closed her eyes as her intuition told her. Sure enough, her evil husband pulled back his empty hand and slapped her against the softness of her face.
Satisfied, he exited the kitchen and the houseelves gathered around her trembling form as she sank to the tiled floor.
The Slytherin common room was colder than ever as she walked briskly through, arms folded against her chest. She made her way fairly easily to the boy's dorm room she knew so well now. Pulling her wand from her robe, she whispered, "Alohomora" gaining instant access to the room.
At the sudden noise of the door being unlocked and opened, Draco sat up instantly in bed, pulling the emerald covers up to his chin.
"Relax," she whispered. "It's just me."
He watched her come nearer and sit on the edge of the bed as he wiped any sleepiness from his grey eyes and brushed back loose strands of blonde to rest behind his ears. "What brings you here so early on a Saturday morning?" He smirked at her.
Giggling, she scooted closer. "It's afternoon, sleepyhead."
"Sleepy is an understatement." He collapsed upon his overstuffed bed, sighing and mumbling as he prepared to fall back asleep.
"Get up. I want to talk to you." Hermione reached over and shook his right shoulder lightly. She heard him mumble something along the line of "go away' but she incessantly shook him further until he growled at her.
"Alright, I'll get up."
"Good."
Draco sat up once again, placing his hands behind him to support his weight. It was the beginning of his eighth month. He couldn't believe the weight he had gained. "Well, then. What is it?"
Hermione took a deep breath. "Ron wasn't very happy about the due date of the baby. It's his birthday."
Draco's left eyebrow rose. "Well well well. I'm positive the Weasel will get over it, hmmm?" A smirk crossed his rosy lips.
"I'm pretty sure he did after I berated him about his actions." Suddenly, she glanced down at her hands in her lap. "It's not that that's bothering me, though." She looked up at him hesitantly before staring at her lap once again. "It's about the first time we tried to, you know."
An "o' formed on Draco's lips as the image entered his head and he silently dammed Harry for telling him that. "I already know," he spoke softly. "Harry told me."
She looked up at him, horrified and completely embarrassed. Her usual calm and collected facial expression was gone as a rosy tint covered her face.
"But it's okay." Draco reached over the best he could, placed a hand under her chin and lifted it upwards to make her look at him. "It could have been worse. It's weasel we're talking about." He felt her nod lightly. "He was probably a nervous wreck that night because he loves you so much. So what, he did what he did. It was a learning experience."
She smiled softly at first but grinned broadly as the words sunk in. "Thank you, Draco." The Slytherin waved a hand at her. "Don't mention it." And smirked before she could envelop him in a soft hug. "Hey, what are friends..." He paused abruptly.
Hermione loosened her grip and backed away slowly, looking at Draco concerned. "Did I hurt you when I..."
"No!" he exclaimed, a small smile on his face, his grey eyes focused on some point in the room. "I can..."
"You what?" Hermione pushed.
Draco grinned genuinely as he placed a hand on his stomach and sighed contentedly. "I can feel the baby kick." He heard her gasp and place a hand over her mouth in surprise and happiness. "I can feel my baby," he spoke softly as tears slipped down his pale cheeks.
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