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My Best Enemy's Baby	By : caseyjarryn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 51690 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Four

...As the three of them walked out of the shop and down the street, her heart nearly stopped. There, standing in the street was Draco Malfoy; father of her future child...

“Oh, my God!” Hermione breathed panicking. She grabbed Ginny and spun around looking for somewhere to go.

“What is Hermione? Are you ok?” Molly asked concerned, not knowing what Hermione’s panic was about.

“Yes, yes I’m fine” She lied. “I just uuhh... really need to go to the bathroom. Do you know where the closest one is?” She thought up an excuse to rush off inside away from Malfoy.

“Yes dear, there is one in the Three Broomsticks.” Molly said trying to turn Hermione back in the direction of Malfoy.

“Um, you know what; I don’t really need to go that badly. I don’t mind if we just go back home now.” She said, her voice sounding oddly high pitched.

“Nonsense, dear, we have plenty of time. Come on.” With that Molly pulled her around in the direction they were heading before.

Ginny laughed at Hermione’s panicked expression. “It’s ok Mione, he’s gone!” Ginny muttered in her ear to calm her down. Hermione quickly scanned the crowd and immediately sighed in relief when she didn’t see him anywhere.

Molly led the girls through the crowd until she came to the three broom sticks. “Why don’t we stop for a drink? Hermione you can use the bathroom while where here.” They pushed open the doors to the pub and walked in finding themselves a table by the window.

Hermione really did need to use the toilet now, being pregnant made her need to pee constantly, so she made her way to the short hallway that led the toilets.

When she stepped out of the bathroom again she accidently bumped into someone who had just come out of the men’s bathroom.

“Oh, sor..” she started, but then she recognised the fine blonde hair and eyes of molten silver. Her face paled, she was trapped.

“Hello, Granger.” Malfoy smirked noticing her pale panicked face he added huskily “Scared of being alone with me, are you?”

“N, no” she stammered “of course I’m not Malfoy” Hermione flushed and looked down her arms wrapping themselves protectively around her belly. The smirk dropped from his face the moment he noticed her swollen stomach. He looked back up to her flushed, panicked expression and then back down to her arms entwined around the child that he was sure must be his.

“Is, is..” His voice caught and he cleared his throat, starting again “is it... is that....” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

Hermione averted her gaze and nodded once, a tear trickled down her cheek. It wasn’t the first time she had cried about the pregnancy, but she was still embarrassed to let him see her so weak. She was about to swipe at the offending tear away with the back of her hand when Malfoy reached out and brushed it away with the rough pad of his thumb. He turned her face towards him slowly, but Hermione still wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“Hermione” He said softly. “Look at me.”

She slowly lifted her gaze and looked him directly in the eyes defiantly, as if daring him to say something horrible to her. He didn’t.

“Why haven’t you told me already?” He was confused. When she didn’t say anything realisation dawned on his face, he then became angry. “Were you ever even going to tell me?” his voice low and menacing. He shook her slightly when she still didn’t reply. “Well?” his voice was louder now.

Molly had walked into the corridor the moment he shook her, “Let go of her!” She said angrily. Malfoy continued fuming. “What did you say to her?” Molly asked voice low and just as - if not more - menacing than Malfoy’s had been moments earlier.

“What did I say to her?” He growled at the older woman. “She wasn’t even going to fucking tell me she was pregnant, WITH MY CHILD!” He screamed, and with that, Malfoy stormed out of the pub and apparated back to Malfoy Manor.

Hermione burst into tears and Molly just stood there shocked. Ginny came rushing into the hall to find them, concerned for Hermione, after she saw Malfoy striding out of the pub in anger.

“What happened?” She asked taking in Hermione’s tear stained face and Molly’s shock at finding out that the father of her children’s best friend’s child was Draco Malfoy.

“He, he knows” Hermione sobbed against Ginny’s shoulder when she came rushing over to wrap her arms around her.

The next morning Hermione awoke to Ron screaming at someone before a door slammed and she heard his heavy footfalls storming up the stairs towards her room. A moment later the door burst open a very red Ron standing in the doorway.

“WHAT THE FUCK HERMIONE!” He screamed, “MALFOY?”

She knew everyone would know soon enough, “Molly told you then?” She replied calmly stifling a yawn; she was too used to Ron’s outbursts to be bothered by his yelling, she had half expected him to act like this when he had found out that she had had sex with someone else, and she still thought that he would have if he hadn’t cheated on her and so lost any rights he had to be angry with her for it.

“What?” He asked, confused “Mum knew about this?”

“Um, yeah she found out at Diagon Alley yesterday” Hermione said. “If she didn’t tell you, who did?” now she was the one confused.

Ron’s face went red again “THE FERRET HIMSELF!” he screamed at her.

“WHAT?” She yelled sitting up in bed. “Since when do you talk to Malfoy?”

“Since he turned up at my house during breakfast!” he said spat glaring at Hermione.

Her mouth fell open. “What?”

“You didn’t know he was coming then?”

“NO! What did he want?” She asked shocked.

“To talk to you I would assume!” He stated before turning on his heel and storming of to him room to brood.

Hermione jumped out of bed and dressed hurriedly to see if someone more reasonable than Ron had talked to Malfoy. When she got downstairs everyone at the table turned and looked at her like they didn’t know who she was. Ginny cleared her throat and kicked Harry under the table, this jolted them all out of the shocked/confused states; clearly Ginny had talked to them about how to act when she came down. Hermione blushed and figured that she would have to wait on the answers she wanted about Malfoy’s visit. She sat down at the table and grabbed a piece of hot toast from the plate in the centre, ignoring the glances that she kept receiving from everyone around the table.

Later that day, she had successfully knitted one tiny forest green bootie, when an owl tapped on the window. She got up and let the beautiful, unfamiliar dark brown bird into the room and untied the letter from its outstretched leg, as soon as the letter was untied the owl moved to the edge of the desk so that it wouldn’t be in the way while it was waiting for a reply letter to take back to the original sender of the note.

Hermione offered the owl some treats before she sat down to unroll the scroll of parchment. Her heart sped as she saw that the scroll was sealed with Slytherin green wax, and stamped with the initials, DM. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second before sliding her finger under the wax to break the seal.

The note read as follows:

Hermione,

I am sorry for the way I handled the news of our upcoming parenthood. It’s just that the way in which I found out was not the most ideal of circumstances. Don’t misunderstand me; I am still incredibly angry that you hadn’t told me already. I am trying my hardest not to think that you truly wouldn’t have ever told me had I not seen you yesterday.

But a letter is not the place to discuss such matters.

Will you meet me for lunch today? You’re choice of restaurant, my shout.

I hope that we can discuss this civilly over lunch.

Now that I think about it, would it be better to have lunch here at Malfoy Manor? Just in case?

Send your reply back with Hera.

-Draco.

Hermione thought he was probably right, and that gong to a restaurant to discuss this, probably wouldn’t be the best idea, but her stomach did flips when she thought about being alone with him in his home. She picked up a self inking quill from the desk and quickly wrote her reply on a piece of parchment before she lost her nerve:

Draco,

I agree, a public venue may not be the best of places to have this chat.

Shall I floo to your home in an hour?

-Hermione

She tied the letter to Hera’s leg, and watched as the owl took flight, and disappeared into the distance.
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