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It's Not Over	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70654 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A.N. @Sherlocked17- I’m in the ‘food is love’ camp, haha, so Draco wanting Hermione to eat is based on his care for her. I think sometimes men don’t know how to show their concern for their pregnant partner, so they want to feed them. Your “rant” made me laugh, as I’d be inclined to agree with you on morning sickness. But I couldn’t figure out another way to have her know something was off…

@CU_Spacecowboy- Hermione did care for Theo, but it wasn’t love. Thank you for reading and commenting. :)

Draco helped his father get into bed after Lucius’ chemotherapy treatment. The elder Malfoy was doing everything recommended by the Muggle oncologist, but Draco thought the treatments were making him sicker than the actual cancer. Even so, Lucius, Narcissa and Draco made their way into Muggle London for the harrowing treatments, hoping that the cancer would cease taking over Lucius’ lungs.

Between taking over most of the Malfoy Holdings duties his parents had handed over and helping his parents get to doctor and aiding his father after treatments, Draco was overwhelmed. He and Hermione had agreed to stay quiet about the pregnancy until she came back to England at the end of the semester. Neither had said anything to their parents. If Draco was being honest with himself, he was glad Hermione had decided to stay in America and finish her semester. He didn’t think he could handle one more responsibility laid at his feet.

On this evening he was going to join Blaise for a drink at Blaise’s home. He hadn’t spent much time with his friend and missed the feeling of having few responsibilities. Making sure his mother was set for the night, he flooed into the Zabini receiving room.

Blaise sat on a leather lounger and sipped a drink.

“Draco! It’s been too long, old man,” Blaise said, standing and clapping Draco on the shoulder. “I’m sorry to hear about your father.”

“Thanks, Blaise. What have you been up to?” Draco asked, accepting a glass of firewhisky from a house-elf. He sat in a comfortable chair adjacent to Blaise.

“I’ve been seeing someone.”

“No shit, Blaise! Who’s the brave witch?”

“Do you remember Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw? She saw me reading her dad’s paper, The Quibbler, at Flourish & Blotts and started talking to me. Once you get past some of the weird things she says, she’s really perceptive and funny. And she’s gorgeous.”

Draco remembered thinking Loony was pretty but the way she stared gave him the creeps. It was like she knew what his innermost secrets were. He could appreciate Blaise’s interest in her. Blaise needed someone who accepted his quirks, too.

“Actually, I invited a few people over tonight. Thought we could have a little impromptu soiree since everyone seems to have scattered after graduation.”

Ugh. Maybe I can duck out early. So not in the mood for a party.

The floo whooshed and Pansy Parkinson and George Weasley appeared followed closely by Luna. Theo came through accompanied by Astoria Greengrass.

Fucking Blaise.

Astoria awkwardly kissed Draco’s cheek and asked after his father.

Draco studiously ignored Theo, but greeted the rest of the guests with handshakes and hugs. While Draco had agreed to let things go with Theo, he wasn’t sure Theo felt the same way. In fact, judging by the way Theo was glaring daggers at him, he thought it was likely the night might end with the two of them exchanging blows.

“Hello Draco Malfoy. How is Hermione?” Luna asked, her clear blue eyes staring right through him.

“She’s fine. Keeping busy with her studies,” Draco said lightly.

“You’ve kept her tethered to the wizarding world. She worries you won’t recognize her or the child, but you’d rather die than let her go.” Luna said knowingly, accepting a glass of wine from a house elf. She smiled at him then walked towards Blaise, wrapping her arms around the handsome Italian’s waist.

Merlin’s bloody bollocks! Is she a fucking seer?

Draco drank his firewhisky in silence, letting the sound of the group wash over him. Loony was right. He would rather die than let Hermione go. Perhaps he had been wrong in accepting her wish to stay at school this semester. Maybe he should have insisted she come back to England immediately.

“What’s wrong, Draco?” Pansy whispered to him. Her face showed her concern.

“Just have a lot on my mind,” Draco said, giving her a tight smile.

“I know. Draco, I heard Lovegood. Is that why Hermione’s gone? Did you send her to America?”

Draco stared at Pansy. Did everyone still see him as a spoiled, bigoted prick? He looked around, but everyone was immersed in their own conversation and not paying special attention to him and Pansy.

“She’s there for school, but Loony’s right. I’ve been avoiding her since she told me the news.”

“Do Lucius and Narcissa know?”

“No, I haven’t told them. They’re just trying to keep it together and I don’t want to make it harder for them.”

“I’m sorry about your father. My mother said Narcissa’s taking it really hard.”

“She is,” Draco said, running his hand through his hair. He didn’t want to talk about his life any more. “So, still with Weasley, eh? How’d that happen?”

Pansy laughed and looked at George lovingly. “He asked me out. I said no. He sent me a drink at the Leaky. I sent it back. Then one night I was on a terrible date with Cormac McLaggen, remember him? I ended up leaving the restaurant halfway through dinner. George saw me walking alone in Diagon Alley and insisted on walking me to the Apparition point. Before I Disapparated, I told him to meet me for dinner the next night and we’re still together. I wasn’t sure about the Weasleys, but George will hex anyone that says anything against me.”

“I’m happy for you, Pans.”

“Thanks, Draco,” Pansy said, leaning towards him. “I think George is going to ask me to marry him,” she whispered.

“Really? What will you say?”

“I don’t know. He’s different than who I imagined myself with, but I love him. He’s smart and funny and I feel so happy when we’re together. My mother doesn’t care for him, but he’s won my dad over with his business savvy and the way he treats me.”

“Your mother will come around,” Draco predicted.

“I hope so, but I can’t live my life for her approval.”

Draco had the sudden realization that he expected his parents to rescind their approval of Hermione when they found about the pregnancy. And Luna had been right: he had hardly communicated with Hermione over the past six weeks, instead focusing on tending to his business affairs and his parents. Maybe she was receiving comfort from some other man? He was a bloody idiot.

He said a quick goodbye to Blaise and flooed home, trying to figure out how he would tell his parents about the baby. Then he needed to see her and tell her how he felt.

Saturday morning Draco joined his parents for breakfast. Lucius had dark circles under his eyes and had lost weight over the past few weeks. Narcissa fussed over her husband in a way Draco had never witnessed. He waited until his parents had their morning tea before starting to speak.

“Mother, Father, would now be a good time to speak with you? I have some news.”

Narcissa looked at Draco expectantly.

“Yes, son, what is it?” Lucius said.

“I’m not sure how to say this, but Hermione is pregnant.”

Narcissa gasped. “Yours, Draco?”

“Yes, of course, Mother. She agreed to have our family healer check her when she comes back to England.”

Lucius looked at his son carefully. “You didn’t want to upset us, because of my illness.”

Draco nodded. “You have enough to worry about without adding this to your list, but next time you see Hermione it will be obvious she’s with child.”

“It took your father and I so long to have a baby, Draco. So many years of trying for a second child to no avail. I know this isn’t the best time to have a baby for you or Miss Granger, but this is the best news we’ve had in months.”

“Really?”

Lucius cleared his throat. “I will do everything in my power to see my grandchild before I leave this world.” The elder Malfoy’s eyes glistened in the soft morning light.

“You haven’t seen her in weeks, Draco,” Narcissa said carefully.

She doesn’t miss anything, Draco thought about his wry mother.

“No, I haven’t been to New York since she told me of the pregnancy.”

Lucius shook his head sadly.

“How have you been communicating?” his mother asked.

“We’ve exchanged a couple of letters.”

Narcissa had learned her son didn’t always know how to deal with his feelings regarding Miss Granger. He loved her, but expected her to forgive all his sins. But, she acknowledged that her son had been overrun with learning the company and helping her and his father.

“She’ll need you. I know she’s a strong young woman, but she’s alone in another country.”

“We had discussed her coming back in December when her semester ended.”

“Go see her and make your intentions clear to her. We’ll send word if you need to come back.”

“Okay. I…thank you,” Draco said, standing to leave. “If you’ll excuse me.”

Lucius nodded and watched his son leave the dining room.

“I thought our line had been cursed. Only one child born in each generation to the Malfoys for the past two hundred years. Perhaps this union will break the cycle.”

“Draco won’t let her down, Lucius.”

After landing at the penthouse, Draco Apparated to Sarah Lawrence College to find Hermione. He sat on a bench in front of her dorm after finding out from Julia that Hermione was attending a study session. His thoughts wandered as he watched the grey clouds loom above, threatening to unleash rain or snow if it got colder.

“Hey,” Hermione said quietly as she walked up to Draco.

“Hermione,” Draco said, noticing the distance she kept between them. “I’m sorry it’s been so long.”

“Come with me to the room and we can talk,” she said, heading into the building.

The room was empty when they arrived. As she took off her coat, Draco got a view of Hermione’s small bump through her shirt. There it is. My baby.

“Give me a second to use the loo. I have to pee all the time now.”

The dorm was relatively quiet with the occasional door slamming and footsteps passing through the hall. Hermione came back in and quietly closed the door. She took a seat at her desk chair.

“How have you been feeling?”

“Better since the morning sickness passed. I sleep more than I used to.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you. I’m overwhelmed with my new responsibilities and helping my mother care for my father.”

She waved him off casually. “I can take care of myself, Draco. You can be involved or not. I’m not going to force this on you.”

Her voice was hard and the look she gave him told him she expected him to relinquish his responsibilities to her.

“I appreciate your visit, but I have a ton of school work,” Hermione said dismissively.

His jaw clenched as he understood what she was doing. He never got the fucking benefit of the doubt from her. She expected the worst from him.

“Would you give me a fucking break, Granger? I’m up to my eyeballs in new responsibilities and helping take my parents into Muggle London for my father’s treatments and his oncologist’s visits. I know I’m not perfect, but come on!”

“When the semester is done, I’m going to move into my parents house. They said they’d turn their home office into a nursery. Gringotts has agreed to re-hire me and I can work from home. I’ve got it covered, Malfoy. You’re off the hook. Take care of your priorities,” she said, her chest heaving in anger.

“As soon as you found out you were pregnant, you should have come back to England. You’ve made your life harder than it has to be, but you’re blaming me!”

“I’m not blaming you for anything, I just know better than to expect you to put my needs ahead of any of your other responsibilities. I won’t keep the baby away from you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Draco was about to respond when he noticed Hermione’s eyes roll back in her head and her body began to tip forward. He jumped up and caught her in his arms.

“Fuck! Hermione, wake up!” he screamed at her. What was wrong with her?

Her eyes opened and blinked in confusion. “What happened?”

“Oh, thank Merlin.” He gave her a hard hug and helped her to sit up in her bed. “You fainted. We should get you to a healer.”

She took a deep breath. “No, it’s okay, it’s happened a few times. Will you get me a granola bar from the desk?”

“Did you faint from hunger?” he asked in an eerily calm voice. He was going to throttle her if she hadn’t been eating properly. “How many times has this happened, Hermione?”

She took the granola bar and started eating, ignoring his questions while she chewed. When she was done, she took a drink of water.

“I ate breakfast this morning, but I lost track of time. I had planned on eating something when I got back to my room, but you were here and I got distracted.”

“It’s almost three o’clock. For someone so smart you are so stupid about some things. You have to eat! It’s one thing for you to get hungry, but you’re pregnant. You promised me you would take better care of yourself!”

Hermione pulled her knees up and hid her face in her arms.

“How many times?” Draco asked again, upset at Hermione and at himself. She did need him and he’d let her down.

“This is the fourth time,” was her muffled reply.

“Merlin! Are you kidding me? Fuck this. We’re packing up your stuff and you’re coming back with me.”

“No! I’m not going back. I finish the semester in four weeks and I plan on at least doing this before my life screeches to a halt!” Her eyes were flashing with anger at his high-handedness.

Worried that she’d cause more damage to herself, Draco tried a different tactic.

“Can I touch your belly?” he asked gently.

“Uh, yeah, of course,” she said, straightening her legs.

Draco lifted her shirt to expose her rounded abdomen. “I didn’t know if you’d be showing yet.”

“I ‘popped’ a couple of weeks ago.”

His warm hand rubbed back and forth over her tummy. He kissed her bump three times. Her hand tentatively played with his soft hair.

“When you come back to England, I want you to move to the manor.”

“No. I’ll be fine with my parents.”

“Just think about it. I told my parents about the baby,” he confessed.

“How did they take it?”

“They know it’s not ideal for either of us, but they were happy about it.”

“Wizarding couples have children earlier than Muggles. My parents were thirty when I was born. I think my mum had hoped I’d have my twenties to focus on my education and my career rather than starting a family.”

“Listen to me, Granger. We are a family now, whether you want to admit it or not. I’ve felt we were bound to each other for a long time, but now we truly are through this baby. So, you can live with your parents for a while but eventually we need to be in the same house to raise the baby.”

“Do you really want to do this, Draco? It will change your life forever.”

“My life’s already changed. I can’t be without you anymore and I won’t accept anything less.”

Hermione’s greatest fear was that Draco would keep their relationship a secret or minimize their commitment to each other. He was offering her more and now she wasn’t sure if she was ready to take that step.

The die is cast, Hermione. He’s right, you’re forever bound to each other through this child. The question is can you see yourself with this man for the next fifty years, eighty years, even one hundred years?

She answered herself in the blink of an eye. Yes.
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