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The Baby Project	By : TMaria Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 84728 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Eight:

'I try and try to forget you girl,
but its just so hard to do.
Every time you do that thing you do'

WEEK THREE THREE MONTHS

Hermione sat in their 'Life Lessons' class two weeks later.

As she looked around her, she noticed the slight changes in all of the other
girls.
They seemed much more content now that they were slowly starting to adjust
to their pregnancy.
Hermione looked down at her own stomach to see the smallest bumps resting
there.

It was so small, that if she didn't know she was pregnant then she might of
thought that she was gaining a bit of a Buddha belly....

McGonagall had informed them that they were approximately nine weeks
along...which was incredibly scary when Hermione had time to ponder...

This meant that the baby was now around two to three inches long...this
thought scared her even more.

...'By the end of this month your baby will be recognizable as a human.
The face is formed, complete with 32 permanent teeth buds. There are even
nails at the end of the fingers and toes. The genital organs are still
forming, so you are not likely to be able to distinguish the sex yet.
Cartilage bones are forming rapidly, and the muscles have already begun to
be laid down. Your baby will even move as the brain, nerves and muscles
begin to function. However, baby's small size makes his movements
undetectable.
Your baby has a sucking reflex already in place, and may suck on his thumb
or fist. He is also practicing swallowing the amniotic fluid, and at this
point is able to excrete it as urine.
At the end of the twelfth week your baby will be around 3.5 inches long and
weigh 1.7 oz.'...

Having handed in her homework into the Professor earlier this morning, the
teacher had asked her if she was feeling any better about her situation.

Hermione didn't really know what to say to that question.

Pregnancy wise, she was starting to feel less nauseated...she realised that
her body was finally accepting the alien inside of her.

Malfoy wise...well, that was a different matter.

The last time she had spoken to him civilly had been two weeks ago, when she
had helped Malfoy to erect the small crib in the common room.
And the only reason they had been remotely civil was because they probably
would have killed each other with the pieces of metal and wood lying around,
if they hadn't.

They had finally got the job done...almost three hours later.

She had a temper tantrum.
He had stormed out...twice.

Then, when it was finished...Hermione noticed something.

Malfoy looked....triumphant?

There was a little spark in his eyes that she had never seen before.
As if he had truly accomplished something.

He almost looked happy!

She could tell that he was as proud as punch with himself.
Obviously he had never attempted something so challenging before.

And then almost as if they had forgotten who they were and
what was going on... they were back to normal.
Arguing about where the bloody Crib was supposed to go....

F L A S H B A CK

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"I think it should go in your room" He told her matter of factly. "Theres no
way that I'm having a screaming munchkin in my room all bloody night....I'd
rather kill myself first, if you don't mind"

"Be my guest" She told him sarcastically.

It was supposed to be a partner exercise...how the hell were they going to
even consider passing this project when they couldn't even decide on
something as simple as sleeping arrangements?

Hermione gave in.

"Fine, the crib can stay in my room" She told him. "But the play pen can
stay here in the common room"

Draco rolled his eyes for the ump-teenth time that day and then attempted to
pick the crib up and carry it towards the door that lead to the stairs.

He tried to move it, but it wasn't budging.

Too heavy.

Instead, he tried to push it.
Slowly, it started to move across the floor of the common room.

He was about to ask Granger to help him out...when he realised that if he
actually said anything, then he would be going back on everything that he
had already said to her...

His stubbornness getting the better of him, he continued to push the crib to
the stairs.

She looked at him, humour etching her features.

Was she laughing at him?

"If you want my help, Malfoy" She told him matter of factly. "Just ask"

He glared at her.

'Never....'

He had practically lowered himself into doing that a few hours ago...and now
he was feeling the guilt of letting himself down.

Instead of voicing his thoughts out loud, he just continued to struggle with
the crib.

Hermione sighed.
That boy was a complete conundrum.

Stubborn to the core.

She knew he was determined to carry it all the way up the stairs for her...
Why didn't he just let her do it herself?
Didn't he even realise that he was helping her out?

She could see the concentration in his face.

She shook her head and took out her wand.

Under her breath she conjured up the feather weight charm..and
suddenly the crib was lifted from Malfoy's arms, and was floating up the
stairs on its own.

Malfoy just stared at it in disbelief.
He had spent what seemed like forever putting the bloody thing together
without a wand...it was almost as if he had forgotten that he had
one!

'Bloody Muggles...' He thought to himself. 'I don't know how they
get by in life...'

"There's nothing more to do" Hermione told him.

Draco shrugged. "Good. I can get back to doing my usual thing then..."

Hermione smirked.
"Like what? ...Wanking?"

Malfoy looked over at her, his eyes wide.
He did NOT expect that word to come from her muggle mouth.

He stuck his nose up into the air, his arrogance once again back in
place...where it should be

"Why should I bother with that, when I've got someone who can do it for
me..."

She watched him as he walked from the common room and out into the hallway,
shutting the door behind him.

Hermione just shook her head.

'So stubborn...'

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E N D F L A S H B A C K

Right now he barely sat next to her.
She knew he wasn't listening to a word McGonagall was saying...

He was too busy with his eyes closed; leaning back onto the two back legs of
his chair.

It was the same the week before, too.
He never paid a blind bit of notice...just expected her to do all of the
listening and jotting everything down.

Bloody typical.

And yet...he never asked her what McGonagall had said in their lessons.

It was almost as if he really did not want to know what was going on around
him.

"Longbottom...I'm going to string you up by your balls if you don't stop
asking me if I'm OK..." Came Pansy's voice from across the classroom.

She suddenly burst into tears and ran from the room.

Longbottom ran after her.

The Professor looked up from her seat.
"You had better get used to that, boys" She told them, the tell-tale signs
of a smile playing on her lips.

Malfoy blanched.
"Don't think I'll be following you around like a puppy, Granger"

Hermione smirked.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Malfoy."

He looked over at her.
Her bushy head hung over the notes she was making on a piece of parchment.

"And don't think I'll be asking if your 'OK', and start following you
round with a pair of slippers, just in case your haggard feet are tired"

Hermione didn't rise to the bate.

"Ok" She told him simply.

Malfoy was starting to get disgruntled.

He was bored and he needed some entertainment...and for him, there was
nothing better than goading Granger into an argument.

He put all four of his chair legs on the ground and leaned over her to see
what she was writing.

He stared at the parchment over her shoulder.

"What does three inches have to do anything?" He asked her curiously.

Then he smirked to himself.

"But just to set your broken record straight...Its more like nine to
ten..."

Hermione looked over at him, her cheeks blushing furiously.

'Got her!' he thought to himself with a grin.

"You're a pig" She whispered at him, her voice snapping like a twig.

"Oink, Oink" He whispered back, his low voice making her shiver to her core.

"And for your information" She told him, turning her head back towards the
parchment. "Three to Four inches is approximately the size of your
little Satan thats decided to live inside of me"

Malfoy thought for a minute, taking in the information she was giving him.

"Three inches, you say?" He asked her curiously.

Hermione nodded in answer.

'Thats pretty small for a baby...

Suddenly something seemed to slam into him with so much force that he felt
like he could not breath.

It was like a ton of bricks knocking him in the chest and winding him.

He knew what that must have meant...

'So...the impending thought of 'Fatherhood' has finally decided to
rear its ugly head...' He thought to himself...

He knew there was something he kept forgetting.

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