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A/N--I�m beating the crap out of Draco and I�m loving every minute of it. And I promise that this chapter will not be revised but for the grammar stuff, ok?

Chapter Seven-Spectacle

This was not Draco�s day.
First, he lost his favorite Muggle candy in miserable defeat to the Dragon King who then turned around and promptly stamped him with an imaginary �GUINEA PIG� on the forehead and thrust him into a situation he�d spent the last month of his summer avoiding his mother for. Then he was partnered with the most aggravating, infuriating, devastating, desirable woman---girl---female---THING in the history of their era, who looked too damn good in a Muggle excuse of a bathing outfit even when she tried to drown a bloke. Next he was stripped of every bit of wearable cloth and it was his MOTHER who had done it. After that he became a father without even having kissed the mother, got chucked on, invaded by the Barbaric Duo and the fast approaching Barbaric Woman, fell in love with an infant, and promptly STRIPPED AGAIN IN FRONT OF HIS MOST HATED ENEMIES.
Someone kill him. Now.

As it was, he was determined to smother himself in the covers of his bed where he�d buried himself after the Incident. He hadn�t said a thing to Hermione since, and refused to come out. He was still bare-ass naked underneath the many covers, minus the one he�d appropriated for temporary robes earlier. He snorted in disgust and nearly died from inhaling a feather. Another grievance to lay at his mother�s door. Draco threw the pillow off of his head and turned to look at the tot beside him. He�d taken Ick with him without a second thought in his mad dash up the stairs. The babe was examining the tassels on the pillow he�d barricaded it in with thoroughly, even tasting it to make sure of its quality. Definitely a Malfoy, he thought as he watched.
It was a fairly developed child, or so he could only assume, having never been around the species before. Ick could crawl and babbled constantly, little fingers exploring everything in reach. Maybe a year old, Malfoy guessed? He supposed even Dumbledore wouldn�t trust ultra delicate newborns to green students.
It would be so much easier to know what exactly Ick�s gender was if the kid had just come with some type of clothes. A dress would have tipped him off right away. As it was the kid was almost as naked as he, wearing only a nappy. His eyes dropped to the white cloth. He really didn�t want to look. What if it was a girl? That would be more embarrassing than the Incident somehow.
Ick leaned over and patted his chest in a comforting gesture. �Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba!� The baby almost fell over with excitement over some little thing. Draco reached out in time to ease the fall, and suddenly a warm body curled up next to him. It was the perfect opportunity. Ok, Malfoy, don�t panic. There is nothing wrong with this. You have to change it eventually, right?
He gulped. �Here it goes.� He quickly hooked a pale finger and pulled the nappy up enough for him to see. Draco dropped the cloth almost immediately afterward, face flaming for the second or third time in his life.
Ick was a girl. He had a little girl.
Aw, bugger.
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So this was bedlam, Hermione thought.
She was trying to follow the argument between Pansy and Ron like a tennis match. They never waited long enough for her to play moderator as they had asked (much to Pansy�s humiliation) before firing off a retort or new accusation. They hadn�t even been �married� a day yet, Hermione thought. How were they going to make the school year? She cast an envious look at Harry, who ignored the chaos around him to play with the twins (who were boys, by the by) in the corner of the room.
Deciding she could do better with Harry than the Dynamic Duo, Hermione walked away and sat with her back to the �discussion�. They were quite beautiful, she observed of the twins. Their hair wasn�t the ghastly shade of red Weasley children usually suffered through but a strawberry blonde. They were stout little boys with a lot of energy and a dimple each.
Harry was blowing on a stomach while tickling another when she approached. �Having fun?� she asked with a soft smile. It was good to see him like this.
Harry grinned. �Loads. Never been around kids before.� He laughed at something one of the twins did.
She scrutinized them for a moment. �You�ll be a great dad, Harry.� Hermione could see the laughter in Harry�s eyes dim a little as they took on a sadder, more wistful quality. �I hope so,� he told his girl. �I want lots of kids, Hermione. I want to have a family like the Weasleys.�
�Marry Ginny and you will.�
Harry shook his head. �Ginny and I�.we were almost perfect for each other, but not quite, you know? Just this feeling I got, like I was practicing for the real thing.� He shrugged, smiling again. �But that�s ok. The real thing is going to be grand, I can see it in my mind�s eye.� Suddenly Hermione found herself on the receiving end of a deeply piercing look. His eyes wondered over her face intently. �Hermione, are you ok?�
She tensed ever so slightly. �What do you mean?�

�Much to Malfoy�s disappointment, I�m not daft. I see things even you might not want me to see. You�re not yourself, and I�m worried.� He crawled over so that he sat next to her. His body faced the quarreling couple while Hermione�s faced the wall. He leaned in until only a hand span separated their faces. �I get the impression that you barely stop yourself from crying,� he said softly.
Brown eyes stared helplessly into green. How could she have thought that Harry wouldn�t notice something different about her? Harry and Ron knew everything. Harry was just a bit quicker on the draw than Ron was. She wanted to spill everything so badly, but at the same time she couldn�t get the courage to.
�Hermione?� All he had to do was speak her name, and she knew his every thought. He wanted to comfort her somehow, but couldn�t without knowing what was wrong. Concern dripped from his tone. Hermione saw love shining from every particle of Harry, even if it did sound cliché. The corner of her lips quirked. Then the other corner. Before she could think an outright grin spread across her lips and she beamed at her friend. The sparkle Harry had missed reappeared in her eyes. She threw herself in his arms, laughing like a loon. Then she planted a kiss on his mouth that had Harry seeing stars.
Even Pansy and Ron stopped bickering to stare at her. Hermione finally let Harry up for air moments later. Harry stared at her. �You�re the best friend a girl could have, Harry Potter,� she told him gaily. She leapt to her feet. �I�ve got to go check on Malfoy now!�
�Glad I could help,� Harry said softly as he watched her bound up the stairs. �What was that all about?� Ron and Pansy said together. Harry shook his head. �No clue. But I hope I do it again.� He flopped on his back with a sigh.
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She�d been looking at this all wrong. She�d been so worried about hurting the baby that she�d forgotten why she�d been in the war to begin with. It had hit her a few moments ago with Harry. Since the three of them had become friends it had always been about being there for one another through the good, bad, ugly, or worse. Hermione knew that the memories weren�t going to let go of her in her lifetime, but she could do what Harry did and use them to see the better things and appreciate them. Dumbledore was right--this was the opportunity.
Hermione stood in front of Malfoy�s door. It was out of sight of the common room, set deeper back into the stone than hers was. She took a deep breath. She was Hermione Jane Granger, damnit. She had survived death, destruction, and idiots. She was intelligent, she was powerful, hear her roar.
Hermione shook her arms and cracked her neck. She was not going to let memories hold her down, she told herself. She was going to knock on this door, tell Malfoy to get his arse up and dressed, and she was going to give that baby a proper name. Hermione Jane Granger was no pushover. She was the Gryffindor Princess, Ron and Harry�s best friend, and a damn good academic. She was going to take care of that baby and protect it and nurture it and show everyone--EVERYONE--that no one beat Hermione Granger down!

Raaaaaarrrrrr!

She raised her fist high and brought it down with enough force behind it to shatter the castle�s massive main doors, so pumped was Hermione. How was she supposed to know that Malfoy was going to open the door the same moment she was trying to punch a hole through it?
Apparently she was also Hermione Jane Granger, girl with the unrelenting right fist as well. Noses lived in terror of her.

�Curse you, Granger!� Malfoy bellowed in pain and fury, clutching his bloody nose. Ick wailed at the unexpected noise. Hermione jumped up and down in uncharacteristic panic. �I�m sorry I�m sorry I�m sorry! I didn�t mean to, I was trying to knock on the door but you opened it first and then you just sort of stepped into it--� she cut herself off and tried to think rationally. �Give me the baby,� she ordered. She took it even before Draco could think. She tried to sooth it awkwardly by patting it on its back. �Get your wand and fix yourself!�
�You bloody wench, one of these days I�m going to-� Malfoy threatened nasally.
�Go before you bleed to death!� Somehow Malfoy managed to level a baleful glare at her even over a handful of blood before trudging to his nightstand where his wand lay once more. Thank heavens he was wrapped in a sheet again, although Hermione would never in a million years imagined herself ever thinking that thought and actually being grateful. Fixing his nose was no problem; they had all learned healing spells in a hurry in the short but brutal war. Once it was done he marched back over to Hermione and shook a fist at her. �Just what were you bloody well thinking--?�

Hermione thought fast. �Don�t curse in front of the baby!� she snapped.
That stopped him cold. �Come again?� he barked. He planted his fists on his hips in a battle stance that would have done Molly Weasley proud. �Did you just tell me what to do, Granger?�
She eyeballed him. �According to what I�ve read, Ick is about a year old. That means it�s ready to talk, especially given who the parents are. That means it will repeat everything you said. Do you want a toddler that swears like a sailor?� she asked disdainfully.
�She,� Draco replied. Hermione blinked. �What?�

He pointed to the baby. �Ick is a girl. A �she�, not an �it�. I, um, checked a few minutes ago,� he finished. Was his skin a bit pink?
Hermione shook the unlikely possibility off and focused on the task at hand--getting her way. �And that�s another thing. Ick is not a proper name. A little girl deserves a name to be proud of.�
Draco rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. �Are we back to this again. Ick likes her name.�
�Ick would eat mud. What does she know?� Hermione retorted.
�She would not,� Draco defended the baby�s honor. �She�s got better taste than that.�
Apparently Ick knew which end her bread was buttered on. She came out of the calm she�d settled into in the last few moments and reached her arms out to Draco again, fingers opening and closing. Draco took her gingerly. He still wasn�t sure about this whole holding thing, but he was getting the hang of it, he supposed. He hadn�t dropped her, anyway. That was progress in his book. She tucked her blonde head in the curve of his neck in what was fast becoming a familiar position. She watched Hermione with curious eyes while sucking a tiny thumb.
She wasn�t a very big baby. Hermione only knew by motor-skill observations what her age was. She was petite in every way, right down to the tiny nose. Hermione sighed. Ick was obviously feeling more attached to Draco because of Hermione�s earlier reticence. She could only hope that the baby would warm up to her in time. She brushed a curl behind her ear absently, unaware of Malfoy�s eyes following the movement. �How about Vivica?� she suggested. �It�s Latin. It derives from �to live�. How does that sound to you?�
Draco looked down at Ick. She raised her head and stared back at him. The baby nodded after a moment and laid her head back down with a sigh. Hermione wouldn�t have believed it if she hadn�t seen it herself. There was more to the newly named Vivica than met the naked eye. She resisted the urge to start firing questions concerning development. �So�um, are you ready to come out now?� she asked uncertainly.
�I was coming to get you,� he said darkly. �I�ve decided that Ick needs clothes and so do I, and the only way to get them is to go straight to the source.�
�Vivica.�
�Whatever. Suffice it to say that Mother will have everything we need. I need you to be my lookout for Peeping Toms. We have to go to Dumbledore�s office.� He grabbed her hand and strode out of his room. Hermione stumbled along behind him, utterly confused. �Why would your mother have girl�s baby clothes?� she asked.
They were back in the common room. �Pansy, take it back to your own common room,� Malfoy commanded. �And you�d better be gone too when I get back, Potter!� He forced his earlier humiliation to the back of his mind and revealed only haughty dislike. Never mind those two skrewts had seen more of his body than his own mother (excluding babyhood). He pulled Hermione to the portrait. �I�ll tell you later,� he said gruffly. His nose hurt, damnit. He pushed her into the hall. �Now get going. I don�t want to get jumped by any hormonal Gryffindors who are hot for my body.�
Hermione muttered something unintelligible but obviously mean spirited. She was intrigued, however, and decided to play along.
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