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Murphy's Law	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3213 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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LightofEvolution, I hope you love this bit. I hope I don't make you cry, or if I do, it's in a good way.
Thank you Sunful824 for dropping everything to proof this fic! Good thing, too, because a sentence went missing!
This is the final installment.I hope everyone loves. 3
~A.
Three years felt like the blink of an eye to Draco Malfoy. In that time, he and Hermione managed to keep their relationship intact, despite the odds. In three years, there had been so much to go wrong.
First, there was the incident with Hermione coming home with him for Christmas. That shitstorm landed the pair in a heated dispute with Draco's father, Lucius, who wanted nothing more than to make degrading comments about Hermione's lineage and then pretend she was the help. Hermione always told him to look for the silver linings, and it came when his mother, Narcissa, gave Hermione a hand me down set of pearls, to which Draco couldn't help but make a snarky quip about how her father would appreciate them very much.
Then, there was their second anniversary, where Blaise and Theo had gotten into a drunken bar brawl with Potter and Weasley over Quidditch teams. And when they should have been celebrating the 'Dramione' couple (Ginny Weasley coined the phrase), the four ended up forcing the entire group to be kicked out of club 'Bond' into sleeting rain. Again, Draco searched for the silver lining and found it in watching Weasley have his arse handed to him by Blaise, followed by hot chocolate at Luna Lovegood's, and ending with a sexual nightcap with his girlfriend.
Then, of course, who could forget the awkward moment at Hermione's grandmother's funeral where Draco accidentally tripped Hermione in the aisle, and she landed face first into his crotch in the pews.
Today, Draco told himself, would be different. This day, he took extreme precautions to prevent failure of any sort. No silver linings would be needed, thank you very much.
He bribed Potter and Weasley with tickets to the see the Bulgarians battle the Irish on the Quidditch pitch (with VIP passes to meet both teams before the match). They wouldn't be barging their noses in on this most auspicious of days. Blaise was out of town with Looney (somehow, they'd managed to hit it off, though Draco didn't understand what they saw in each other), and Theo was in Turkey on some dark artifacts expedition.
Thomas and Finnegan were on their honeymoon, so no interruptions from them. Weasley's little sister was on tour with the Harpies… Even the rest of the Weasley clan had 'mysteriously' won a vacation to Ireland, free of charge (with some strings pulled from the Ministry)... Draco struggled to remember if anyone else would make his 'do-not-fucking-disturb-us' list as he buttoned a pair of diamond cufflinks to his dress-shirt and ran a nervous hand through his hair for the umpteenth time.
He checked his teeth (no food), his wallet (plenty of currency), his socks (matching), and then his breath (minty fresh.) No, Murphy's Law wouldn't get the better of him this time. He double laced his laces, checked for any blemishes on his face, and -
"Holy Hell, is that the time?"
As Draco bolted down the stairs, he felt his mother's careful stare on him. "Off in such a hurry, Draco, dear?"
Draco stopped at a dead halt on the last step, swaying slightly. "Mother! I… what I mean to say is, you and Father are back from Italy?"
"Early, yes." She eyed his attire curiously and folded her hands in front of her. "It looks like you have big plans lined up." Draco opened his mouth to speak, but she needed only to shake her head once to stifle his attempts. His mouth found itself wired shut as she approached him and straightened his collar. "You look handsome."
"Thank you," he said, though distracted like a toddler would be when being denied the playground and told to put on a coat first. "I'm running late-"
"-Show it to me," Narcissa said, calm and firm at the same time. Her eyes flared seriousness.
"I… I don't know what you-"
But Narcissa's hand was quick in his pocket, and she pulled out a small box, green velvet for show. Arching a cool eyebrow (no doubt where Draco inherited the manner from), she popped open the lid and stared down at the glistening jewel within, set on a white gold band. The ruby sparkled in the light, drawing Draco's attention.
"A fine ring," she said, smiling. "Red, like her house?"
"It happens to be her favorite color, actually…"
Narcissa shut the box and slipped it back inside his pocket. "You're sure?"
Draco nodded with a strict bow. "I've never been more sure about anything."
His mother smiled humbly and stepped aside. "Who am I to stand in the way of someone so sure?"
"Cissy!" Lucius Malfoy drawled from down the hall. "Have you seen my slippers? The blasted house elves can't find them and-"
"-I'll be there in a moment, dear!" she called back over her shoulder. Then she winked to Draco and said in a hushed tone, "Never you mind him. I'll keep him distracted. You go on. Off you pop."
In a rush, Draco kissed his mother on the cheek and scampered off down the hall, away from his father's voice and toward the floo in the den.
When he arrived inside Hermione's flat, Murphy's Law was already waiting for him in the form of one Teddy Lupin, eight-years-old with a sour expression on his face as he lay sprawled along the sofa reading a book. His hair was a wild shade of magenta today, matching Hermione's cheeks as she witnessed Draco arrive through the hearth.
"Hello!" she exclaimed, too chipper to be sincere.
"Fuck." Draco hadn't meant to say it out loud, but there it was, plain as day.
Teddy turned his eyes on his second cousin and said in a perfect imitation of Andromeda, "Foul words ought not to be spoken in the presence of minors."
"Oh, snuff your gob," Draco rolled his eyes while simultaneously turning toward his girlfriend. His voice was foreboding and irritated as he drawled, "Hermione… what is he doing here?"
Hermione rubbed her hands together, again trying to be light hearted as she replied, "Well, Andromeda contacted me only an hour ago. Apparently, her best friend Tessy was admitted to St. Mungo's urgent care wing this morning, and what with Harry and Ginny out of town, and Ron gone off with Harry, and the Weasleys winning that vacation, no one could watch Teddy…"
"You couldn't have gone with her?" Draco snarled.
Teddy looked up from his book, smug. "Didn't want to."
"Hermione…" he felt his teeth grit together, his patience nonexistent.
"I thought maybe we could all go out to dinner together?" she suggested. "Or, we could put it off for another night?" A hopeful smile breached her face.
Draco, despite planning over every single detail, had been defeated by none other than a plucky eight-year-old with a habit for changing hair color. The anger inside of him subsided as soon as Hermione took his hand and gave it a light squeeze.
"Please?" she said. "Don't be mad."
"I'm not mad," he lied, "I'm just… this was sort of a special night, you know."
"I'd hardly consider dressing up to get randy later on something we couldn't reschedule," she muttered under her breath, quiet enough for Teddy to pretend not to hear.
"Hermione," her name was becoming a mantra now, "That isn't it at all… I… I just…" he patted the box inside his pocket, glared over at Teddy, and growled, "You. Here." He pointed to the spot next to him. "Right now."
"Me?" Teddy asked in that arrogant-child tone.
"No. The Queen. Yes you! Up on your feet."
With a groan and a roll, Teddy hopped off the couch and shuffled over to stand next to Draco. "What?"
Draco thought about his actions, how they might have extreme implications, but he no longer wished to wait nor wanted to give Murphy's Law another chance at success. He'd make the best of it, damn it all. With a forceful shove, he reached inside his pocket, produced the box, and shoved it in Teddy's hand. "Give this to Hermione."
Teddy raised one eyebrow in a 'seriously dude?' sort of way, but shrugged and offered out the box to Hermione, who looked at him with curiosity until her eyes set on the box. Then, she stood stalk-still. "Draco?"
"Now tell the bloody witch I hadn't planned on the randy business until I presented her with this."
Teddy raised both eyebrows now. "I'm not telling Miss Hermione that!"
"Tell her," Draco continued, meeting Hermione's in-shock stare, "I was the one to send Potter and Weasley away, to put the Weasleys in a different country, to make sure the Harpies would play this evening, and reserved the most expensive booth in the Singing Serpent, all so I could give her this damned box."
Teddy looked between the two. "Should I be writing this down?" He then paused. "Hey, you're the reason I'm not hanging out with the Potters tonight?"
Hermione's eyes were wet with tears. "Draco…"
"Tell her to open the box," Draco said, his eyes never leaving Hermione's.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm no longer needed here?" Teddy grumbled, pushing the box into Hermione's hand. "Here, Miss Hermione. I'm going to go play video games in your room. Cool?"
"C-Cool," she said airily, and the boy eagerly bolted out of the room and down the hall, leaving the two of them alone. Draco's heart was racing, but he refused to let it keep him from the one thing he wanted. With precise movements, he kneeled down in front of her, overlapped her hands with his, and pried open the box. He broke his gaze from her but a second to pluck the ring from the box and perch it at the end of her left ring-finger.
"I had a speech prepared," he muttered, "Completely forgotten it now."
"That's alright," she laughed, in a daze.
"Would you… do you want to?"
She reached up with her free hand and swiped away at her tears, sniffling into her sleeve. "Ask me properly, now."
Draco rolled his eyes, but his lips pulled back in a confident smirk. "Hermione Granger, would you marry me and get it over with?"
Hermione all-out let tears flow down her cheeks, nodding as she struggled to reply, "Y-yes… Yes, I'd love to-" Draco slipped the ring onto her finger without hesitation and stood immediately, pulling her into a sizzling kiss to hide the fact his whole body shook from adrenaline.
When he pulled away from the kiss he said, "Yes?"
"Yes," she nodded again. "A thousand times, yes."
Draco guided her over to the sofa, and both of them sat down, a puddle of raw emotions. Silently, he wove her hand in his, the newly adorned ring glimmering off the fireplace lighting. Content, Draco brought the hand up to his lips to kiss it, and then smiled lovingly at his bride-to-be. "Fuck Murphy's Law."
Hermione replied back by attacking his lips with a flourish of kisses.
Fuck Murphy's Law, indeed.
The pair stared down at the glimmering silver potion on the table as Draco watched his wife's heart break. Surrounding the cauldron were three different muggle pregnancy tests, and all of them read negative.
"Hermione…"
"That's it," she whispered, resting her hand over her mouth in defeated shock. "We've tried everything."
"So we get another Healer's opinion. This can't be-"
"-This is it," she snapped forcefully, "We've tried every conception spell, every Healer procedure, muggle in vitro, hormones… it's over." She choked back a cry and turned away from the table. "We just have to face facts. We can't… we can't have children."
Draco leaned against the table for support, shaking it and the items on top. Damn it all. Things had gone too perfect, hadn't they? Too perfect these last five years…
"I'm not giving up," he said. "And neither should you."
Still, Hermione didn't look at him as she walked to the door and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you, too," he said, watching her leave.
In the silence of the room, Draco collapsed to the floor and sat in the fetal position, lost in thought. He knew Hermione wanted children. He knew it was because of him he wasn't able to make her dream a reality. Sperm counts and all that nonsense… his heart broke, but more so it broke because hers broke in front of him. He wanted nothing more than to make her happy, but Murphy's Law reigned supreme.
So Draco thought. And he thought, and he thought, and he thought. And, three months later, he came up with his best plan ever.
He sat the papers down in front of her as he would on any normal morning as she sipped her coffee and listened to the radio. Normally, it was a fresh edition of the Daily, but today held a picture of a little girl with bright brown eyes and rosy cheeks. She wasn't even a year old yet.
Hermione looked down at the photograph on the table, puzzled. "What's this?"
Draco gave his best smirk, taking a seat next to his wife at the table and drawing her chair closer to his. "This is our silver lining."
Hermione blinked at him before staring down at the picture, the coggs in her brain turning. It didn't take her long to catch his meaning. "You don't mean…"
"We've been approved," he said, draping an arm around her shoulders. "That is… if you want to."
"Adopt, you mean."
"Yes, Hermione," he rolled his eyes, a chuckle in his voice. "Adopt."
Her fingers slid down the moving photograph, over the girl's soft curls. "She's beautiful. -What's her name?"
"Tell me if you want this, first," he said, stoic. He held his breath, awaiting her answer.
Hermione nodded, breaking out into a smile. "Very much."
"Well then," he felt the tightness in his chest release, and he kissed her cheek. "You're going to get a kick out of her name. -Hermione, meet Murphy."
Her mouth gaped in surprise. "You're joking."
"Nope."
After a subtle pause, they broke out into laughter.
It took finishing their coffee to finally stifle the humor, and they sat pensively, grinning at the photo.
"When could we get her?"
"By the end of the month, if we sign the paperwork today."
His wife's eyes danced with delight. "She's gorgeous."
"Just like her mother," Draco said, nudging her playfully in the arm.
"She looks stubborn, like her father."
"Some would call it a gift," he smirked.
Murphy's Law, indeed.
Thank you to everyone who has read (and reviewed) -feel free to do so one last time!
With love,
A.
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