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Punishment or a Gift	By : Darcie Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8
Draco opened the door and peered out cautiously. At the sight of no one he headed towards the Slytherin house, smiling and rubbing his stomach. It was difficult to not caress the outside of his baby, now that he starting to really show. As he neared the entrance, he noticed a shadow but he continued until he came face to face with the mudblood of mudbloods. "I'm glad I caught you." Hermione spoke flatly.
Draco growled at her presence. "Aren't you supposed to be in Transfigurations?" He perked his eyebrow at the chance of getting her in trouble.
She smirked. "Professor sent me on an errand and I was going to linger here just in case you came by."
"Congratulations." Draco rolled his eyes at Hermione who crossed her arms across her breasts. "What do you want?"
Hermione licked her lips. "I know you're pregnant with Harry's child." She grinned as Draco's chin dropped momentarily and closed as soon as he composed his thoughts but he voiced no opinion. Her face became more concerned. "I'm sorry." She stumbled over what to say now as Draco simply closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "How are you handling it?"
Draco opened his eyes slowly and looked up at her with tears in his eyes. "It's difficult."
He faltered on his words, the tears threatening to fall and he would be humbling himself to Ms. Granger. But, the tears fell and he felt her arms around him, comforting him in a feminine way that he wished his mother would do. That would never happen as long as he hid his punishment. His tears were soaked up by Hermione's robe as he mumbled and ed hed himself for the action that brought this on. "Damn hormones."
As she ran a hand over his hair, she tried her best to comfort the Slytherin. "You had no idea what that potion was," she whispered to him. "You obviously have kept the child for a reason." She felt a slight nod against her shoulder. "Why?"
Draco stifled his sobs and took a deep breath. "I'm in love with Harry." The answer flowed freely; he had come to terms with that fact ages ago.
Hermione smiled brightly and stepped back to release Draco from her embrace. "And he's in love with you without knowing about this. When are you going to tell him?" She gazed inquisitively at Draco.
"I don't know." He glanced down at his stomach. He heard Hermione begin to ask a question but pause. He looked back up with a slight grin on his face. "You were saying...?"
Hermione blushed lightly and fidgeted with her wand in her pocket. She noticed Draco's grin grow brighter and shyly asked Draco, "May I touch it?"
After Hermione asked her question, Draco chuckled lightly. He searched her face for sincerity and indeed, she was honest and actually cared. "I don't see why not." He proceeded to unbutton his robe to expose his vest covered stomach.
Hermione stepped forward and gently placed her hand on the small swell. She smiled and met Draco's grey gaze. "I can't believe you are actually pregnant."
Draco smiled genuinely as Hermione moved her hand to a new position. "I can't believe you're being civil with me."
She stepped back and watched as Draco closed his robe. "Why wouldn't I be. You're carrying my best friend's child and you honestly love him. I've seen you two together."
Blushing, Draco realized that maybe this child was not a punishment but a gift. A gift given to Harry and him to bring them together, whether Harry knew it or not. A smile brighter than any other smile broke out on his face. He looked at Hermione with a new perspective. "I'm sorry for the extreme harsh things I've said to you these past few years."
"Apology accepted."
"And I want you to keep this a secret." He begged Hermione with his silver eyes. "Harry would honestly freak if he knew this. We're only sixteen."
Hermione crossed her arms again in disappointment. "He should know!"
Draco's face became stern and he mumbled the Slytherin password. The entrance was revealed. Stepping past Hermione, he whispered, "Don't you dare spill."
She raced back to class angry at the fact of Harry's unknowingness of his own child.
The evening was peaceful in the Gryffindor common room as Hermione relaxer onr once in front of the fire. She was flipping though that book again; this time interested on how the baby is extracted from the male's body. She naturally grimaced at the mental image as Harry entered through the portrait hole.
He smiled naturally as he approached his friend and sat on the couch opposite her. "Actually relaxing tonight?" He noticed her feet laying beside her on the couch, her shoes no where in sight.
"Yes, I am." She smiled heartily back at him and glanced back down at the sketch in the book. Immediately she diverted her gaze to watch Harry remove his shoes and sink into the crimson cushions.
Harry met her gaze and raised an eyebrow inquisitively, quickly glancing at the book and back up at her. She signaled with her own eyebrows that it was none of his business and he chuckled lightly. The flames in the fireplace were always beautiful, aiding in the vision of a couple nights ago with Draco. The happiness in his face faded as he focused his thoughts on Draco.
Hermione noticed the subtle worrisome face her friend wore and closed her book happily; the sketches were too graphic for her eyes tonight. "Care to share, Harry?"
Glancing up at her, Harry shrugged his shoulders for an easy response but Hermione would never buy it. "This illness Draco has is driving me crazy," he whispered, almost ashamed of how strong his feelings were becoming. She didn't spat a "Malfoy' comment back at him, which made his eyebrow perk instinctively. "Why aren't you berating me for my concern?"
She thought quickly before responding. Naturally, she would be making Harry's ears bleed with shouted comments and angry accusations. But after realizing Draco's true condition and actually placing her hand on his stomach, not directly, it was enough to prove that Draco was reciprocating the feelings Harry was hiding from everyone else. "I know about his condition. I feel concern for him as well because he is a classmate who has something he could not control. It would be malice of me to feel absolutely nothing for him."
Harry's face illuminated lightly at the sheer fact of Hermione's tenderness toward a bitter enemy. He simply smiled toward her and sunk further into the cushions. Draco infiltrated his thoughts as he lounged near the warmth of the fire.
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