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For the Love of Malfoy	By : emisloser Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 31738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione was dreaming. And in her dream she was standing alone in a cold room with plain stone walls. She felt so afraid, and she searched franticly about for some way of escape, only to find that there were no doors. She had begun to cry, but stopped suddenly when she felt a tug at her sleeve. Hermione's hand flew up to her mouth in shock as she looked down, and saw the child form of herself.

Hermione shook her head. No...this couldn't be her. This little girl had deep grey eyes and soft, curly blond hair.

But her smile, and her nose, and the messy state of her curls. They're the same as mine.

The little girl smiled and looked up at her.

"Mommy..."

Hermione's eyes widened. "Wh-What did you call me?" The little girl said nothing as she took Hermione's hand in her own.

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"Hermione?"

"Hn? I'm so tired..."

"Hermione. Wake up right now. We need to talk."

Hermione's eyes shot open to find herself tucked into bed in the hospital ward. Harry was sitting beside her in a chair, looking down at her with a mixture of concern and disapproval.

"Harry? What is it?" Hermione asked, as her eye's traveled down to look at the large lump her stomach made under the covers. "Eeep! No, Harry! Harry, I can explain everything!"

"Everything Hermione!? Like why you're 4 months pregnant? Like why you didn't tell anyone about it, putting yourself and your baby in danger?! I thought that you were smarter than this! How could you keep this a secret??" Harry yelled.

Hermione was looking down at her hands. "I just...I was just so afraid. I didn't want any of you to be disappointed! I mean look at me! I'm pregnant Harry!"

Harry nodded. "Yes, Hermione. I can see that now. Why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you tell me? Did you think that I wouldn't support you or something? Did you not trust me?"

"No! That wasn't it at all!"

"Listen," Harry sighed. "I don't know why you didn't think that you could come to me with this. This is something that you shouldn't have to go through on your own. You need support. You need your friends." Harry took Hermione's hand into his own. "While I do understand why you acted the way you did, I want you to remember now, that I'll always be here for you. I love you and I care about you, got it? You're my family."

Hermione threw herself around Harry's shoulders. "Oh Harry!" She cried. Harry brought his arms over her to rub soothing circles over her back. "It's alright now, love. I'm here for you."

They stayed that way for a few moments before Hermione pulled away. Harry brought his hand up to his head and patted his hair down nervously.

"Sooo...." Harry said, looking up at the ceiling.

"Yes Harry?"

"Uh, do you mind if...you know, if you aren't feeling up to it or something, I don't know how you get while you're, uh..."

Hermione smiled. "What is it?" Harry's gaze went down to her large stomach.

"Do you mind if I touch it?"

Hermione laughed loudly and Harry jumped back, as if scared she would pop. "Of course you can Harry!" Harry's smile spread from cheek to cheek as he scooted his chair forward and placed a hand softly over her stomach.

"Wow! Does it move a lot?"

"Gah, yes. It just started this month, and it was cute at first...but how would you feel if you got kicked from the inside?"

Harry laughed. "So, how long does pregnancy normally last?"

"About 9 months, according to the book I got from the library."

"Oh, good. So you get to have the baby at home."

Hermione gasped in shock. "Oh no! You're right! How am I going to hind it from my parents?" Harry shook his head in disapproval.

"Hermione. You really should tell your parents about this. They'd want to know. Do you expect them never to find out? How would you hind it from them-

"-I don't know Harry! I just-I can't let them find out. They would disown me!"

"They wouldn't disown you," Harry said with a snort. "I've met your parents. You're their pride and joy."

"That's exactly why I can't let them find out! They'd be crushed!"

They were pulled out of their conversation when Madame Pomfrey came walking out of the nurses office. Harry was sitting close to the bed with his hand still over Hermione's stomach. "So, you're the father then?"

Harry quickly pulled his hand away and looked down at Hermione, who had an equal look of horror on her face.

"NO!" They both screamed.

"Then I'm going to have to ask you to leave, Mr. Potter. Confidential information, of course."

Harry was about to stand when Hermione wrapped her hand around his own. "Please, can't he stay? He's the baby's godfather." Harry stopped and Hermione smiled at the look of happiness and love in his eyes as he stared back at her.

"That's fine then," the nurse said as she stopped at the end of Hermione's bed and her eyes narrowed. "Why have you waited so long to come and see me? You should have came in the second you found out you were with child! It was very dangerous of you not to do so! And very irresponsible! You could have lost your baby!" Harry's grip on Hermione's hand tightened for support. "Luckily, I ran some tests while you were asleep, and the child is very healthy." Hermione sighed in relief, and Madame Pomfrey smiled. "Would you like to know the child's sex?" Hermione's eyes widened.

"Um...no. No, I think I'll let it be a surprise."

Madame Pomfrey nodded in understanding. "And where is the father?" Hermione felt Harry's eyes burning into her.

"Um, well...he's not in the picture..."

"I see. Well then Ms. Granger, let me just run and get you some pamphlets from my office and we'll talk a little more about your future visits."

Hermione nodded her head as the nurse turned and went back into her office. Harry cleared his throat.

"Oh, Harry. Don't make me say! This whole thing is bad enough..."

"It's Malfoy, isn't it?"

.......Oh crap.

Hermione looked up at him from under her eye lashes. "How did you find out?"

"Well, It was sort of obvious when I thought about it. I mean, you share the same common room and you're always alone together. Plus the way he always stares at you-"

"-he always stares at me? When!? In potions? Does he look mean or-"

"-Hermione, do you like him?"

"....WHAT!? Ferret face!? No way in HELL!"

"Well, does he know that you're pregnant?"

"No of course not...."

Oh no...

"Oh my god...Harry! The Boggart! It told him, didn't it??"

Harry stood up, "Hermione, calm down! The boggart-"

"It told him! It told him I was pregnant! He'll kill my baby, Harry! I know he will!!" Hermione was breathing hard and clutching her stomach. Harry was holding her shoulders down so that she couldn't sit up.

"No! no it didn't!"

Hermione turned to him, still gasping for air. "I-it didn't?"

"No! I saw that you had turned pale and you started wobbling, so I stepped forward and the boggart transformed. It didn't have time to finish it's sentence." Hermione settled back into her bed with a sigh.

"Oh thank you, Harry!"

Harry grinned. "No problem."

A bang at the main doors made Harry jump in front of Hermione to block her, but he settled down when he saw that it was Ron.

"Hey! Hermione! You're awake! Man, that was a nasty spill. I would have come with Harry to bring you here but Lupin wouldn't let me go. Oh you guys missed it! Guess what Draco's boggart is? Just guess! It was his dad! He was yelling at him and calling him weak and stuff, and Malfoy just stood there with his mouth hanging open like a fish. He couldn't even cast the spell on it because the boggart told him not to! It told him that it would "kill him in his sleep if he dared lift that wand!" It was BRILLIANT!" Ron snorted. Harry looked down at Hermione and raised his eyebrows while nodding in Ron's direction. "Go on, Hermione. He'll understand."

Ron looked down at her lying in bed and shook his head. "No need to explain, Hermione."

Hermione's mouth fell open. "Really? I mean, you aren't mad at me?"

Ron smiled. "Of course not. I mean, Malfoy's a bloody ferret and all but-"

"And you know about Malfoy!?"

Ron looked at Harry and then back down at her with questioning eyes. "Yeah, well...that's what we're talking about isn't it? You being afraid of Malfoy?"

Hermione blinked. "...What? I'm not afraid of Malfoy!"

"Well...that is how it sort of looked Hermione..." Harry said with a sad smile. "Your boggart said the name "Malfoy" right before you passed out. But hey, at least your secret's safe!"

Ron threw out his hands to stop the conversation. "Whoa, hold on a second! What secret?"

Hermione sighed. "Maybe you should sit down...."

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The hall was dark and quiet as a lone figure walk down it's length, his expensive black shoes clicking against the cold stone floors.

I'm going to kill Granger...

She had told him earlier that night that he'd have to take over her rounds, now that she had a "special assignment" to do for Dumb-dwarf every night for the rest of the school year. Stupid mudblood. She'd been a pain in his side since the night he had first met her. Always there. Always challenging him.

Draco snorted. A muggle born witch, better than a Malfoy? Never.

Draco had seen her wither beneath him as he made her scream his name. She had come after him, like a hungry dog. She wanted him, and it pleased Draco to know that he had that power over her...

Though that was the last favor he'd ever do for that mudblood. He had his future to protect. His future at Malfoy Manner with Pansy.

Pansy...

His father had planned their marriage from before they could even walk. Their families were equal in wealth and in blood. She was his perfect match as far as all that went.

If only she wasn't such a brainless fool...

After Lucius was thrown into Azkaban and the Dark Lord had fallen, Draco had seriously considered canceling the whole arrangement. And if It weren't for the promise he made to his mother on her death bed, he most likely would have.

"Promise me, Darling...promise me you will marry and continue the Malfoy bloodline."

Draco had promised her, and a Malfoy never went back on his promises. He had figured that it was best to marry Pansy. Seeing his mother wither away at her husbands demise was a terrible thing to watch. She had loved him so deeply that she took his death onto herself. Draco had set his mind that night, never to marry for love.

And besides, Draco thought. Pansy was a pretty good lay.

Quite suddenly the image of a bushy haired Gryffindor forced its way into Draco's mind. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, moaning his name...

Draco stopped suddenly and threw a hand up to his face.

Where in the HELL did that come from!?

Draco growled. No matter! That dumb bitch was going to be out of his life in a couple of months, and he'd never have to deal with her again....

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A.N.

I know, I did pretty much the complete opposite of what your reviews asked of me...BUT! I've already got my battle plan! I can't change it now!

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