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1912 Present meet Past UNDER CONSTRUCTION	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: SOME OF THE EVENTS PORTRAYED ARE BASED OFF OF REAL FACTS AND PEOPLE. I do NOT own any Harry Potter characters.That right goes to the AMAZING J.K. Rowling. I do own some of the made up people and places you will encounter.

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Chapter 34- Family
Sunday, April 15^th, 2001 10:20am
Hermione had been asleep for almost two days and it was driving Draco insane. He hadn’t moved from the chair in her room. He hadn’t eaten or slept the whole time. Ginny and others had tried numerous times to get him to eat or take a break to shower and change, but he refused any and all help. He only wanted Hermione to wake up. He wanted to see her beautiful caramel eyes again. He wanted to apologize for putting her in this position in the first place.
He still wanted to leave her though, but Harry’s words entombed in mind and created a battle in his head.
‘You’re going to be a father Draco.’
He couldn’t leave her alone to raise his child by herself. He couldn’t leave his unborn baby that grew in her womb; their child. The one and only thing that Harry said could be used to calm him. His temper as of late was running wild and he couldn’t control himself anymore. The incident that happening in the waiting room was out of his control. He tried so hard to calm himself but nothing worked. He didn’t mean for his anger to get that crazy, but the more he thought about how he screwed up, the more pissed off he had become.
The only thing his friends were able to get him to do was drink an herbal lavender potion, to stop his rage from boiling over again. Harry and Blaise had also set up an appointment with a Healer, known to muggles, as a therapist. Apparently his demons ran deeper than even he knew and Harry could only do so much.
The idea of leaving however, out weighted all the reasons to stay. He thought about sending money and possibly seeing his child every so often cruised through his mind at a rapid speed. He loved her so much but he wouldn’t, he couldn’t, be the one to hurt her again. Like the old saying goes; if you love something, set it free. He wanted to be in his child’s life but at the cost of hurting them too, was unimaginable.
The pain he was going through, he knew, would be nothing compared to the heartbreak he was going to bestow upon his little one.
‘No…she wasn’t his anymore.’
Something in him had finally snapped and he stood up quickly from his chair, almost knocking it over. The only other three people in the room, Harry, Ginny, and Ron, looked at him in shock for a second as he stood there looking down at Hermione.
“Draco?” Ginny began “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” she asked in concern as she looked at him suspiciously from her chair in the corner.
“I…I can’t do this…I have to go.” He stammered.
Before anyone could say anything he turned on his heels and walked out of the door. He heard Harry calling out for him as he quickly walked down the corridor on the fifth floor. He made it to an exit door; pushing it open he ran down the steps in a sweat. Once he reached the bottom he stormed out of the stairwell and crossed the Main Lobby to a vacant fireplace. He grabbed a handful of floo powder off the ledge and stepped in.
He lifted his hand to drop the power and call out a location but stopped. He was hesitant and he didn’t know why. He wanted so badly to leave; to leave this place behind, to leave Hermione but something was eating at him. Looking up, Harry could be seen running out of the stairwell. He stopped and looked around until his eyes landed on the fireplaces. He began to jog across the lobby yelling Draco’s name but he wasn’t quick enough. Draco ignored his gut feeling and dropped the powder.
“Malfoy Manor!” he yelled out before a green ember rose from the ashes and submerged him.
Arriving at the Manor, Draco took off and ran up the stairs to his bedroom. He passed his mother and father on the way, who looked at him in confusion.
“Draco!” his mother called out but he ignored her and continued on his way.
Once he made it to his room he slammed the door closed and locked it. He quickly looked around the room until he found his old school trunk. Grabbing it he threw it on the bed and opened it before rushing to his closest, grabbing a few clothes he left behind before he moved. Once the trunk was full he pulled out his wand and did a shrinking charm to create more space. He closed the lid in a hurry, locking it, grabbed his Firebolt that was leaning near the door, and ran out of the room. He jogged down the corridor and down the stairs.
“Draco wait! He heard Harry call out.
He turned around and saw Harry and his parents rushing toward him. He didn’t have time to listen to what they had to say. He was done trying to listen to the useless words they kept on repeating to him like it would make a difference. Nothing was going to change his mind this time. Nothing they could say or do would stop him from leaving. He was done hurting Hermione and he was not about to hurt his child either.
Draco turned back around and walked to the front door. He could hear the trio behind him running to catch up, calling out his name but he ignored them and started running down the path way to the gates. Once he was outside of the gate he apparated to his flat. He landed in the living room of his overly large, modernized, apartment and quickly made his way to bedroom a few doors down the hallway. He repeated the process of filling his trunk but stopped midway through when he heard a loud pop in his living room.
He cursed himself for forgetting to put his wards up to prevent anyone from entering; resting his hands on the trunk he lowered his head and tried to breathe. His bedroom door opened slowly as Blaise entered.
“Draco? What are you doing mate?” he asked shaking his head in disappointment as he crossed his arms and leaned on the frame.
“Like it matters?” Draco retorted in arrogance.
“Of course it matters mate. You can’t just leave.”
“And why the hell not!” he shouted turning to face Blaise. “I am cursed!”
Blaise was thrown back a bit but composed himself and leaned off the wall.
“Are you really making this about you? Everything that girl has gone through and you are making this about you? Have you even thought about what this would do to Granger? She will hate you for this!” Blaise stated in anger as he took a step forward.
“Then let her hate me! It’s what is best! I…I can’t hurt her again; I can’t hurt my child either.” Draco gave up defeated and moved to sit on the king size bed next to his trunk.
“Mate…Don’t you get it? You will hurt this child more then you ever could by walking away. You are really going to leave your child to be raised without a father; or worse, to be raised by another man? Who are you? The Draco I know would never do something like that. Not after being raised the way his own father raised him. So be it if Granger hates you, but you would allow your own flesh and blood to hate you as well?”
Draco took in a deep breath as he tried to control his emotions and not cry in front of his best friend; so he ran a hand down his face as he exhaled to calm himself.
“I can’t do this Blaise. Everything I touch gets hurt or…dies. I can’t do it anymore. I am done. Their lives will be so much easier with me gone.”
“You’re not thinking of…offing yourself are you?” Blaise asked cautiously as he stood in front of Draco.
“What? No! I apparently have too much pride for that.”
“But you don’t have enough pride to not leave the love of your life or your unborn baby?” George Weasley asked as he stepped into the room.
The question not only hit Draco like a ton of bricks smacking him I the chest but he was now confused on how and why George Weasley was even in his flat. He looked nothing like how he thought he would though. He half expected him to look defeated and broken but he wasn’t. He looked like the twin he always remembered from school; just a little older and standing in his home.
“I know.” George stated holding up a hand as he walked across the room. “This is the last place I ever thought I would end up. I was on my way up to see Hermione and saw you run down the hall. Ron tried to explain what happened but couldn’t, so Zabini mentioned that he knew where you would go. I just tagged along, hope you don’t mind. And in case you are wondering, the whole family already knows about your relationship with Hermione from the papers and Harry showed us all the memories a few days ago after mum went ballistic saying she would curse you to the veil and back.”
“Oh.” Was all Draco could manage to say as he lowered his head and looked at the floor.
“You know.” George continued when Draco didn’t answer further. “Hurting the people you love…is just a part of marriage. The couples that are ‘meant to be’ are the ones who go through everything that is meant to tear them apart and come out even stronger than before. I certainly think the Titanic proved that and now…now this trial is going to test you. She is just as much a part of you as you are of her Malfoy. I saw that memory of when you almost died…It broke her. If you leave now, she will break to the point of no repair.”
Draco looked up at George who was now standing in front of him, in sadness as he finally allowed himself to listen.
“Knowing from experience when I lost my brother; the hardest part about losing someone whether they leave or pass away, isn’t the saying goodbye. It’s learning to live without them; always trying to fill the void, the emptiness that is left inside your heart when they go. It never leaves you and the only thing that can fill it…is that person. You two haven’t been together for long but seeing how you two grew when you were stuck in the past…” he shook his head “There are happy memories too Malfoy; not just the bad ones you keep holding over the good. She loves you, no matter how much you hurt her. You called her a Mudblood for Godric’s sake and she still forgave you. Don’t you remember what she said to you? She doesn’t hate you…she never did and I bet my life she never will…unless; unless you leave her and your child alone.”
“I have made so many mistakes that cost people so much though, including you.” Draco managed to say in a cracked voice.
“And you will keep making them, so will she…I don’t blame you for Fred’s death you know? You were just a boy back then and stuck in a place you couldn’t get out of. Anyone of us could have been in your shoes and done the same thing just to survive. That doesn’t make you terrible or a cursed person mate. Your choices were made for you. But understand this Malfoy, you walk away now and she will never forgive you. Walking away will be a choice that YOU make and it will be the biggest mistake of your life. It will affect you the most; more than it will affect her. You will miss out on your child’s first steps, their first words, their first day on Platform 9 ¾…their first Quidditch game…Is that what you want? To miss out on love from not only Hermione, who will stand by you through everything, but from your child as well? Because that is not the Malfoy I know. The Malfoy I know would fight tooth and nail to fix this and find a way to stay. If those two people aren’t enough reason for you to not leave then I don’t know what is.”
George’s words crushed Draco as he contemplated the weight of the meaning.
‘He realized that the only thing in life that made him finally happy, other than flying…was Hermione. If he left and found a way to fix himself then…then there would be no coming back. She would never forgive him and he would miss everything important moment in both her life and his child’s. George seemed to be the only one who had said anything remotely close to what he needed to hear.’
“Why are you helping me?” Draco asked skeptically.
“I am not doing this just for you. I am doing this for Hermione more than anything.” He shrugged “She has already went through one heartbreak because of me; even if she doesn’t know it, but I’ll be damned if I allow her to go through another one because of you…I watched her grow up, you know? I’ve seen the bullshit she had to go through and I was there the first time you called her that filthy word. I saw the heart break you caused her Malfoy. I saw the pain she endured because of you, but…I also saw from the memories, the happiness you created in her; the love you gave to her. I have never seen her that happy before, not even with Ron. I don’t exactly know what it is about you or if you even noticed the way she would light up when you would enter a room on that ship, but I do know that she is like my sister, and if making her happy means I have to help you from making a huge mistake…then so be it. She is family which makes you family, Draco…Just know, that if you do decide to walk out of her life then at least have the decency to tell her to her face.”
Draco looked at the twin in astonishment. He never once thought he would ever speak to the man, let alone have him help him. But he had a point. He couldn’t leave Hermione; he loved her too much and leaving would only hurt her more. Especially if he took the coward’s way out and left her without at least talking to her first.
‘She was right during their first fight. He always found a way to run when things got real…Well this time, he wouldn’t run. This time he would stand his ground and protect her…his family…he finally had a real family and he will do whatever it takes to make sure she and everyone else, stayed his family.’
He shook his head at the thought and realized just how important she was to him.
“I need to see her.” He stood up in determination.
“Well let’s go then mate!” Blaise stated in excitement as he stood up from the chair he sat in.
Draco looked back at George and half smiled.
“Thanks…for help me.”
“Anything for family mate, anything.” George responded with a smile and wrapped his arm around Draco’s shoulders. “Let’s get you back to your girl, shall we!”
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Sunday, April 15^th, 2001 01:53pm
Hermione’s eyes fluttered as she awoke from her dreamless sleep. The sun was shining down on her face, blinding her as she tried to look around the room. Her throat was dry and she was absolutely parched. Someone was lying on her hand but she was too focused on the slight irritation in her belly, to care. Whoever was asleep next to her though suddenly shot up and called out for someone.
“Ow…not so loud.” She whispered through clenched teeth as she held a hand to her head.
“Hermione?” Draco asked in concern, removing his hands from her. “How are you feeling?”
“My stomach hurts a little and I have a headache but I think I am okay…Where am I?” she asked as she tried to sit up.
Draco reached around the front of her, to help her sit up, and fluffed the pillow behind her head.
“You are at St. Mungo’s. What do you remember?”
“I…I remember feeling nauseous from all the smells in the room and then…nothing. I blacked out. What happened?” she asked looking at Draco’s tired and worn face. “What’s wrong Draco? Why do you look like I died or something?”
“You did, a few times actually.” Healer Francis chimed in as he walked into the room.
“What?” Hermione asked confused.
“Forgive me, I am Healer Francis. Let me explain a little further; you had an Ectopic Pregnancy which ruptured your fallopian tube causing you to almost bleed out. Luckily we were able to save you and the baby in just the nick of time.”
“I’m sorry what?” She asked squinting her face “I’m…I’m pregnant?”
“Six weeks to be exact.”
“Six weeks?” she exclaimed in disbelief as she looked at Draco but he seemed to not want to look at her “How-what? That is not possible!”
The Healer looked down at her and lowered his spectacles slightly.
“I am afraid it is completely possible. Your fiancé here told me after his break down, that he will explain that all to you later, but for now, let’s check your vitals shall well.”
He moved around the bed to her right and began examining her.
“Breakdown?” she asked even more confused “What breakdown? What the hell happened? How long was I asleep?”
“About two day.” Francis replied while holding a light to her eye. “Are you experiencing any pain Ms. Granger?”
“I have a slight headache and my stomach hurts a little- can someone please tell me what breakdown you are talking about?”
“A headache is to be expected after being asleep for so long and the amount of blood you lost. The pain in your stomach is caused by your surgery and should go away in a few days. I will prescribe you some pain relief potion before you leave that is safe for the baby.”
“Surgery? Wh-”
“Shh, Hermione I will explain everything later, okay? For now just rest and let the Healer work.” Draco interrupted but then quickly looked away from her.
Hermione nodded her head but was still frustrated that no one would answer her questions. She laid her head back down as the Healer pulled out his wand and began a few spells on her belly.
“Everything seems to have healed nicely. We will monitor you over night and if everything looks good tomorrow morning then you will be released. If there is anything else I can do for you please do not hesitate to press the call button here.” He lifted a device that looked similar to a remote to show her.
She nodded her head and looked at Draco who had a hand to his chin but still wouldn’t look at her.
“Thank you Healer Francis.” He stated looking at the man and then to the ground.
She raised a brow and wondered why Draco was avoiding eye contact with her.
‘Did she do something wrong? Why was he avoiding her? Was it because she was pregnant?’
The healer bowed slightly and walked out of the room. Before she could ask Draco what was wrong Ginny came barging into the room.
“Hermione!” She shouted. “You’re awake! Oh thank Godric, you had us so worried.” She crossed the room and hugged Hermione.
“How are you feeling?” Harry asked from behind Ginny as she pulled away and leaned down to hug her as well.
“I’m okay.” She answered as she kept an eye on Draco who had moved further away from her.
“Where is everyone? I thought Ron would at least be here.”
“Ron went across the street to get you some real food and everyone else is waiting at the Manor for news; including the whole Weasley family.” Harry replied with a smile.
“We should go tell them!” Ginny pipped up.
“You go on. I am sure they would love to hear that she is awake. Anyway I kind of want to talk to Malfoy and Hermione real quick.” Harry stated kissing his wife on the forehead.
Ginny nodded her head in understanding; hugged Hermione once more and left the room.
“So.” Harry began as he sat on the edge of the bed by Hermione’s feet. “Malfoy asked me to mediate this conversation so I am just going to sit here quietly, making no noise at all, pretending don’t exist.”
“Harry!” Hermione called out.
“I was just kidding. But I am going to sit here quietly though so you guys can talk.”
“Talk about what? What is going on?” Hermione asked fully frustrated looking at Draco. “And why won’t you look at me?”
“Because I am ashamed of myself and don’t deserve to look at you.” Draco stated rather sadly.
“What? Someone better tell me what is going on this instant or I am going to hex you both to the wall!”
“I had a break down…in the waiting room.” Draco admitted still not looking at her.
“Okay…what does that have to do with you avoiding eye contact with me?”
“I put you here Hermione. I am the one who kept using the contraption spell on you each time while you were pregnant.”
“Did you know I was pregnant?”
“Of course not! If I did I wouldn’t have done it!”
“So then why are you blaming yourself for something neither of us knew about?” she questioned with a raised brow.
“Because I always hurt you.”
“Like I never hurt you? That is what happens in a relationship Draco. We hurt each other but that doesn’t mean we can’t get passed it.”
“I almost killed a Healer Hermione…I can’t control myself anymore. I almost took the whole hospital down.”
Hermione’s eyes widen and her mouth gaped open slightly.
“You what?” she asked shocked.
“I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to hurt you. I thought a lot about leaving you…I actually did until George stopped me, but-”
“Wait, just stop.” She held up a hand in anger. “Once again you tried to push me away without even talking to me about it first?”
“Hermio-” Draco tried to counter as he finally looked up at her.
“Once again you thought of only yourself and what matters to you and left me out of it! Once again you have decided to make my choices for me, instead of coming to me and giving me the respect I deserve to make up my own mind about whether or not I want to forgive you for doing something to me that neither of us had control over!”
“Hermione I-”
“Get out.” She stated coldly.
“What?” Draco questioned in surprise.
“Get…Out.” She repeated firmly with her arms crossed.
“Hermione don’t do this.” Harry interrupted.
“Do what Harry? Kick him out? He wants to go so badly then let him! I am done trying to stop him from leaving me and I am done trying to be sensitive and understanding when he wants to keep walking out of my life without even telling me what the problem is in the first place. He tried to leave me while I was unconscious from almost dying, while pregnant with his kid!”
“Mione come on think ab-”
“I have thought about it Harry and I am done.” She turned to Draco “You can leave now.”
“No!” he answered firmly as he stood up. “No I am not leaving you!”
“Oh, but you had no problem leaving me before when I wasn’t awake; or when you tried to push me away on the ship for no reason.” She sat up in the bed “You have no problem making decisions for me and only thinking about what you want!” she scoffed “Same old Draco Malfoy, you will never change. You will always be the same foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach.”
“That I not true and you know it!” Draco shouted.
Ron ran into the room carrying a bag of food with shock and confusion written all over his face.
“What the bloody hell?” he asked as he panted. “What is going on?”
“Oh but it is! You only put your needs above everyone else’s including mine! Get out!”
“No!”
“GET OUT! LEAVE! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! GET OUT!” she screamed as she flailed her body and hit the bed in anger.
“Mione calm down!” Harry pleaded as he stood up to stop her movements.
Draco stood frozen in place with wide eyes and a hurt expression. He looked like he didn’t know what to do. He sat back down and put his face in his hands as he leaned forward, resting his arms on his legs.
Harry raised a hand to tell Ron to back off as he inched his way closer. Harry looked back to Hermione who was now staring Draco down seething in anger.
“Mione you don’t mean that.” Harry stated a little mournful. “It’s just the stress and the pregnancy getting to you.”
She refused to look away from Draco who was now lightly whimpering into his hands. He quickly stood up and pushed his way past Ron almost knocking him over to get out of the room. The door slammed and it startled Hermione, more than she cared to admit, knocking her anger away and bringing sadness into the mist. Ron set the food down and ran out of the room after Draco.
Tears began to fall down her face as she realized what she just did. She stared at the door hoping it would open again and Draco would walk through as if this was all some big joke; but he didn’t.
“Oh God!” she cried out cover her mouth with her hand.
She looked back to Harry who looked rather sad himself and grabbed his arm tightly.
“Harry what did I do? Oh God Harry, bring him back please! Please!” she begged in a panic.
“I can’t Mione. You both need your space right now and I can’t leave you like this.” He claimed as he began to stand up and hold her hand.
“Harry please?” she begged through tears. “Please…I need him.”
“Okay…okay but I need you to breathe, alright? Just calm down and I will go get him.”
She nodded her head and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Harry let go of her hand and rushed out of the room. She sat there waiting; trying to think of whatever she could to get Draco back.
‘She didn’t mean it. She just wanted to show him what it felt like to feel betrayed like she felt. She didn’t want him to actually leave but anger over took her and she felt hatred towards him. What the hell was wrong with her? Why would she say that to him? The blasted emotions were too much…is that what Draco felt like all of the time? To not be able to control his emotions like she was unable to now? Oh Merlin she needed him.’
After what felt like hours Harry slowly opened the door and walked in. Draco wasn’t with him and she began to panic.
“Where is he? Harry? Why isn’t he with you?” she asked with a shaken voice.
“He…he needs some time Mione. You just told him you hated him. He’s heart broken. You really hurt him. I gave him a calming potion so hopefully he doesn’t tear whatever building he’s in, down.” Harry explained calmly.
“He’s…not in the hospital?”
“No. Ron took him for a walk to calm down and I brought you a book to read.” He pulled out ‘The Tales of Beedle the Bard’ and handed it to her.
She looked at the book and set in on the nightstand next to her. Lowering herself to the bed she curled up into a ball, pulled the blanket closer to her, and began crying. Harry crawled into the bed behind her and held her tightly as she cried herself to sleep.
09:23pm
Hermione was awoken by the door to her room opening slightly letting light in. She didn’t open her eyes but figured it was Harry leaving since she could no longer feel him behind her anymore. She rolled over and faced away from the light and opened her eyes. She sighed deeply as she played what happened earlier in her head again.
As the fight played out a shadow of someone stood before her but she didn’t look up.
‘Maybe Harry was coming back instead of leaving?’
The person crawled into bed with her and she instinctively curled up next to them and rested her face in their chest as they wrapped their arms around her. She took in another breath and realized that she recognized that smell.
‘Apples and cinnamon…Draco!’
She lifted her head up and her eyes met two grey ones.
“Draco!” she whispered ‘Oh, Draco! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it, I don’t hate you, I love you, and I am so sorry.” she quickly stated before he could change his mind about coming back.
“Shh, little cub…I know.” He whispered, moving a stray hair from her face. “It’s okay, I love you too.” He kissed the top of her forehead and then rested his chin on top of her head.
She pulled back and looked him in the eyes.
“It’s not okay. I shouldn’t have pushed it that far I’m sorry.”
“Hermione, that’s what families do, remember? We hurt each other even when we don’t mean to. I am sorry for trying to leave again. I promise I won’t ever leave you again. I never break a promise love. I love you and I am here to stay. You are my family little one; you and our little bug. We are a family. We are going to hurt each other a lot and that is just life. We will work through it as long as we still love each other.”
“But the things I said to you? They were so-”
“That was the pregnancy talking. My mother says all Malfoy babies give their mother a huge boost in emotions; far more than the average pregnancy. It almost makes you bi-polar really. Apparently the more emotional you are during the pregnancy; the more likely it’s going to be a boy…by the way, she is over the moon about being a grandmother.” He let out a light chuckle.
“She won’t be the only one…Shit!” she held her hands to her face and buried them into Draco’s chest.
“What?” he asked confused holding her more tightly
“My parents!” she exclaimed lifting her head. “They don’t even know I am getting married let alone pregnant.”
“Don’t worry love. We will talk to them. But first there is something we need to do something that is well over due.” He leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly.
She melted into him as the warmth as his lips pressed into hers. She loved him, all of him; even his temper. And she couldn’t wait to marry him.
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