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Three Conditions	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 48512 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the HP universe. JK Rowling does. I just borrow her toys and put them back in reletively decent shape when I'm through. I make no money doing this, which is why I work two jobs.

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Hermione sat outside the healing hut and watched the village wake up. She’d been out for nearly a full day. The spell had taken too much out of her, all of them really. Poor Nia had nearly passed out with exhaustion after healing everyone.
“Is he up yet?”
Hermione looked up to see Snape. He looked… the same. How could the man go from liquid sex to cool professor with a simple blink? She shoved that thought away and shook her head. He sighed and sat beside her, his eyes far away.
“How long was Maryssa out?” she asked.
“A few days, but we didn’t have to take the same measures.”
She nodded and picked at her fingernails. “Has Nia said how he is yet?”
Snape shook his head. “She’s still too weak to lay hands on him, but she did think she got it all.”
Hermione bit her lip and tried not to get her hopes up. She didn’t think she’d survive the disappointment if it didn’t. Snape scoffed and pulled her lip out of her teeth. “Such a Hufflepuff.”
She sniffed and looked away. “I just… I don’t want to-“ she shook her head. “Nevermind.”
He nodded in understanding. “Have you given thought to Imamu’s proposal for your son?”
“Draco and I already agreed. We’ll be splitting our time between England and here. We don’t know what that looks like yet, but… we can’t put him through those visions, Professor. No one deserves that.”
Snape nodded sagely. “Your apprenticeship is on a tentative hold until two months after he is born. That should give you enough time to heal, though I dare say your brain will be addled for quite some time. That will not be an excuse for your performance.”
“Of course not,” she huffed. She looked down at her ever-present stomach miserably. “I know you aren’t inclined to suffer fools, Sir, but I’d like to ask a question if I may.”
Snape scoffed. “Like you won’t ask it anyway.”
She smiled shyly. “How will this work? An apprenticeship is four years long and we have to come back here so we can fulfil our obligations. Draco wants to be part of his son’s life and I’ll not stand in his way. But there’s so many things to consider. I’ll not be able to disappear for much longer if you want me to sell your potions. There will be too many questions. And I won’t hide my son, but people will talk. I don’t doubt he’s going to look exactly like his damned father. There’s also Lucius to consider.”
Snape hummed. “I have procured a small tract of land outside of Shropshire. There’s a guest house and a large lab. As is tradition, you will live with me. I don’t mind if Draco wants to live there as well. After all, you’ll be raising a child together and you’ll need someone to watch the babe while you are brewing. For visibility sake, you will attend all of the frivolous events those jackals throw, balls, galas, fundraisers, and whatever other nonsense they’ve managed to cook up. Think of it as networking for your new job. As far as people talking goes, I’ve never put much stock in what others had to say. You’ll need to grow a thick skin, Miss Granger.”
“I can handle the talking, Professor. It’s Lucius I’m worried about.”
“I have a feeling he won’t get past Draco, but should something untoward happen, I will take care of it.”
She blinked back tears. “I can fight my own battles. You’ve already done so much.”
He snorted. “You’re Gryffindor nature has no place in an apprenticeship, Miss Granger. As my apprentice, I will be charged with taking care of you. That includes your safety. Should Lucius strike, he will meet a very grave end.”
Before she could say more, the door to the hut opened and Draco stepped out. He blinked at the light and then sighed. “He’s up, groggy but up.”
Snape nodded and stood. “I’ll run some tests, let you two catch up.”
Draco took Snape’s place and put his arm around her, pulling her into his side. “Did you know the hut has very thin walls?” Hermione colored and tried to pull back but he wouldn’t let her. “Why are you so scared of my father?”
She huffed and put her head on his chest. “I’m not scared of him. I’m scared of what he might do to our son. I’m carrying a half-blood. He won’t take to kindly to that. And it isn’t like he hasn’t tried to kill me before.”
Draco sighed and laid his head on top of hers. “The worst my father has the ability to do right now is pull my inheritance and I’ve out maneuvered him there. I’ll probably have to find a job outside his reach but that’s not a hardship.”
“And if he tries to kill our son?”
Draco’s grip tightened. “I kill him.”
“Draco!”
He sniffed. “And if I miss, I’ll have him locked in Azkaban and throw away the key myself. He’s not going to hurt you or our son, Hermione. I’ll die first.”
She pulled away to study him. His face was hard, determined. He wasn’t lying. She ignored the bit about her safety and found comfort in the fact that he was going to protect their son no matter what. Still…
“Taking this husband thing a little too seriously, aren’t we?”
He tilted his head in question but his face was a blank mask. It reminded her of the past, when he had the impenetrable stare she couldn’t read. She hated it. She huffed and looked away, unable to stand it any longer.
He sighed. “You are the mother of my son and no matter what happens between us, that isn’t going to change. A child needs their mother just as much as their father and I will not rob my child of his because of some difference in opinion. Face it. We’re bound together for the rest of his life. I won’t settle for less. So yes, maybe I am taking this role seriously. But I refuse to be a deadbeat.”
“No one is going to say you’re a deadbeat.” She ground her toe into the dirt and sighed. “I’ll certainly be labeled a slut though.”
“My slut,” he whispered and she colored. He chuckled and kissed her nose. “I’d hex the bollocks off anyone who uttered a word against you.”
“Can’t parent from Azkaban,” Hermione warned.
He scoffed. “Give me a little credit. I’m not stupid enough to get caught.”
She rolled her eyes. “Not that it matters, but people are going to talk. You can’t hex the whole world.”
“I could try.”
She sniffed. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter. Only our son matters.”
“True enough.” He placed his hand on her stomach. “Honestly, I think they’d cut the Golden Girl a break. She did help save the entire bloody world after all. But they’ll all swear up and down I’ve got you under some sort of spell. They’ll call our son a bastard or worse, perhaps a product of rape.”
She huffed and covered his hands with hers. “Like you’d ever best me.” He looked up and quirked a brow. Her cheeks flamed and she bumped his shoulder. “You know what I mean.”
“Oh, I do. That idiot Weasley did peg you right there. You’re scary sometimes. But, one you get a few bottles of wine in you….”
“Oh, you,” she huffed. Her face fell and she sighed. “They will call him a bastard.”
“Not if we’re married,” Draco said after a while.
She frowned. “What are you on about?”
“I mean, we are but… in the eyes of the wizarding world.”
“Most people can do basic maths, Draco. They’ll know we weren’t married when I conceived.”
“That’s not a no then,” he drawled.
“Be serious,” she growled and turned away from him.
He pulled her chin around to see the solemn look on his face. “I was.”
She jerked her head away. “You have to marry a pureblood and have little pureblood babies.”
He nodded. “If I want to inherit. And up until your mirror call, I was still on that path. But I didn’t just go to America to look at things for my father’s company. I set several things in motion for my own benefit.”
She studied him for a moment. He’d dropped the mask, his eyes reflecting a spark of… something. “What kind of things?”
“Money laundering for one.”
“What?” she screeched.
He laughed. “That’s what the muggles called it. Normally, they’d exchange stolen money, but can you really steal it if it was part of your inheritance to begin with?” Her mouth dropped and he closed it with a finger. “You see, I knew my father would never approve of my choice in women. I also knew that I’d never be able to get out from under him if I had nothing. It was his idea to expand but I set up a side business as well. It funnels money from the main corporation and uses it for import/export deals. Anything over a certain profit percentage is then transferred to one of several different magical banks under an alias of my choosing. That way, the business is still profitable, and he has no cause to go digging. And if he did, he’d never find the end.”
She could only blink for several minutes. “How in Merlin’s name did you come up with that?”
“Muggle cinema,” he said with a shrug.
She huffed. “Sure. How profitable is it though? Is this a twenty year plan?”
He laughed and shook his head. “More like a twenty week plan. I’ve already made more in the few weeks I’ve been here than I would have working for my father. And the best part is, when he inevitably blasts me off the family tree, I can still make a living… at least until he starts backtracking through my business dealings.”
“And what happens when he does?”
“My contacts have instructions to burn everything, obliviate witnesses, and alert the banks to potential fraud. They’ll be transferred to my personal bank vault in Gringotts, one my father has no claim to, and he’ll never be able to prove a thing.”
“That’s stealing,” she growled.
“It’s my birthright,” he huffed. “Call me entitled but I don’t think he should get to rewrite hundreds of years of family inheritance laws because he doesn’t like the blood status of my wife or son.”
She sighed. “So you’re just going to sponge off your father for the rest of your life?”
He sniffed. “Thanks for the confidence. But no. I plan to use the money to make a few sound investments and then find a suitable job in a similar field. I might have to do it the muggle way. He’ll block me from every wizarding deal he can sway.”
“You’d go muggle?”
“I’m not the same little shit I was in school, Hermione. Besides, economics and money are shockingly similar between the two. It might not be my first love, but I’m damn good at both.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder. “What was your first love?”
“Charms,” he sighed. “I loved creating little frivolous spells.”
“I remember the flying origami notes you used to send.”
He chuckled. “Those were my favorite. But you can’t make a living doing that sort of thing.”
“Fred and George did,” Hermione said. “Their entire empire is based on jokes.”
“Jokes in every form and fashion,” he countered. “They sell everything from sweets and potions to charms and pets. It’s a specialty shop for frivolity for sure, but it’s diverse. Charms aren’t highly marketable. You sell a few and then people figure them out and there is no demand.”
“But you could sell your charms to dealers like the twins, right?”
He nodded and then shook his head. “They’d never do business with me. The name of Malfoy doesn’t mean much anymore.”
“It means enough to force you into the muggle world,” she growled.
“I might have a solution,” Snape drawled as he strolled out of the hut.
“How’s Harry?” Hermione blurted.
Snape gestured to the door. “Ask him yourself.”
Harry stumbled out the door, nearly faceplanting in the dirt. Snape held out an arm to steady him, his face carefully blank. Harry looked up sheepishly and then straightened. “Hey Mione.”
She smiled. He looked horrible but his smile was like the sun. “How are you?”
“Apparently… I’m cured.”
She squeaked and hauled herself off the bench and waddled over to him. He laughed and hugged her as fiercely as he could. It felt like he was barely there but she thought he’d never felt so good. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she realized they’d done it.
“Thank Merlin,” she breathed in his ear.
“Glad your happy,” he murmured back. “Because you’re stuck with me now.”
“We’ll leave you to catch up,” Snape said. “But you must take it easy, Potter. Those potions were no joke. You’ll be weak for months yet.”
“Thank you… Professor,” Harry said quietly, still holding on to Hermione.
Snape merely nodded and motioned for Draco to follow him. Draco nodded to them both and chased after the potion master.
“I do believe that man is in love with you,” Harry murmured after they’d disappeared around the corner.
“Harry,” Hermione scolded.
He laughed. “Help me back inside? I think we need to talk.”
She huffed and provided a brace for him as he made a painful trek back to his bed. Talk indeed.
AN: AND another one down and another one down and another chapter in the books. YEAH. So, it's not as fast as I had hoped but I'm still plucking away. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. They keep me going when my muse is being stubborn. Until next time... love you guys.
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