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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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What is a father?

A father is the founder of a race, family or line.

He is a male figure in an individual's life whom passes on the gift of being to them.

A father is most certainly not Draco Malfoy.

Draco sat by Hermione's bedside, exactly 45 minutes after he found out that, whether he liked it or not, that's what he was going to be. A father. After Granger had thrown a fit and gone all unconscious on him, he had no choice but to bring her to the hospital ward. He was still in a state of shock as he asked Madame Pomfrey to test the child and see if it was indeed, his own. The test came back, and with it brought his doom.

Why did this have to happen to him? What had he done that was so wrong? Sure, he'd taunted and tortured Granger since the day that he'd met her, but did that really justify all of this?

Draco looked down at her sleeping form and scowled. She wasn't worthy enough to carry his seed! This mudblood, a mother of a Malfoy? It was ridiculous!

...But it was true.

--Flashback--

A seven year old Draco sat alone on his birthday with a red balloon in his hand. His mother had given it to him while his father was out, but now his father was back and he was angrier than ever.

"A Malfoy does not play with such trifles as this!"

"But father, it's my birthd-"

"-And you think that I care? Such a day is like any other. Do you wish to blacken the family name?!"

"No father! I just-"

Lucius Malfoy reached out and with one swipe of his wand, scattered the balloon into pieces.

"You remember this boy," he said slowly, pointing his wand into the small boy's face. "I am not here to comfort or to love. I am here to pass on the Malfoy name and if I do my job right, maybe one day you will be worthy enough for me to call you my son..."

--End Flashback--

No, Draco was not his father. That man was unfeeling and cruel and If he was anything to the Malfoy name, he was its shame. He followed a lost cause and because of it, lost his life and the life of his wife. He had stripped Draco of all that his childhood could have given him, and left him with only his bitterness. Draco would not follow down his path. He would not die for a lost cause.

Draco looked back down at the sleeping female before him. The dim light casted shadows over her features and her mouth was turned downward into a slight frown. He felt nothing for her. She was nothing but the carrier of his seed. But within her was his child, and that child was his hope. He still had a chance to live a life with a purpose.

And he'd die before he'd give that up.

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Hermione groaned as she rolled onto her side. Her head was pounding as she opened foggy eyes to see someone sitting beside her.

"H-Harry?" She closed her eyes tightly as she began to cry. "Oh Harry! I've messed up real bad this time! I told Malfoy! I told him that I'm pregnant! Oh Merlin, what am I going to do!?"

"I have a suggestion."

Hermione stopped crying as an icy chill ran up her spine. She opened her eyes and scooted up in her bed only to see Malfoy sitting beside her with his hands folded over his crossed legs.

"Malfoy? What do you want?!" He opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione waved him off. "No...no I think that you've done enough. Just leave me be, alright? I don't want anything from you!"

"But you have something that equally belongs to me."

Hermione's mouth fell open in disbelief as she followed his gaze to her stomach. "What? Malfoy, have you gone mad? I've told you that you don't need to do anything!"

"I know that I don't. But you do. That's my child that you're carrying in your womb."

Hermione felt her anger rise as she pushed herself out of bed to stand over him. "Are you KIDDING me!?"

"No, I'm afraid not," said Draco as stared at her with indifference.

"You can't be serious! You think that after all I've been through that I'm just going to give up my baby to you? Never in a thousand years!!"

"If you're done Granger, I have a proposition to make."

Hermione had begun to feel dizzy again, and that's why she lowered herself back down onto the bed. It had nothing to do with being interested in what Malfoy had to say...

...nothing at all.

"Do you plan on having the baby at your home?" He asked. Hermione opened and then closed her mouth as she looked down at her hands. "That's what I thought. You don't want your parents to find out, do you? My proposition is this, come back with me to Malfoy Manner to have the child. He'll stay there under my care while you go home to your parents, and he'll be there when you return to visit him. You hold no commitment to me or to my family, other than being a mother to my child. You will care for him, but all aspects of his life and schooling will be done by me." Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but Draco held up a hand to silence her. "You have no other options. This is the only way that you can have the child and still keep it a secret from your precious muggle parents."

"First of all Malfoy," Hermione spat, "I will not be told by a prat like you how my child will be raised. Second of all, you've got real nerve to come in here and tell me what's what after I've gone through 6 months of TORTURE with this baby. And I've still got 3 months to go! And third of all, you can take your proposition, and- and stick-it-up-your-ass!"

Draco looked slightly frazzled as he stood and straighten his robes. After a scowl in Hermione's direction, he turned toward the exit, but before leaving the room he stopped.

"Think on it Granger. It's the best option you have. You're 18 years old. Leaving the child with me will give you the freedom you need to start your life, and you can live it while still being able to have the baby. It's up to you." And with that he left Hermione to her thoughts.

Hermione's eyes turned down to her stomach as she lifted her hand to rub small, soothing circles over it.

Malfoy...wants my baby?

The opening of a door signaled Madame Pomfrey's entrance into the room. "Young lady! What have you been up to?! This is the second time you've ended up in here from fainting, and I will have no more of it! You can't keep putting so much stress on yourself! These last few months of pregnancy are very important to your child's growth, and you need to make sure that you get plenty of rest. And don't bother getting up, because you're staying here for the night. I need to run some more tests to make sure your last spill hasn't done anything to harm the baby." And with that she turned on her heal and left Hermione alone in the room with her mouth hanging open.

That woman can be pretty scary at times...

Hermione pivoted her legs onto the bed and lowered herself down with a grunt. The room was lined with dim candles and was dead quiet as Hermione let out a sigh. It was the perfect atmosphere for thinking, which just so happen to be the last thing she wanted to do at the moment...

What am I going to do?

Ferret face did make and interesting point. If she went back with him to have the baby, she'd not only save her parents from disappointment, she'd be providing her child with a home. Even if it was with a cold hearted asshole like Malfoy. But whether he liked it or not, she'd have to live with him until she got her life settled. And there was no way in hell she was going leave her child in his evil clutches. After Hermione had the baby, she was going to get a job and an apartment, which would allow her and her baby to leave Malfoy forever.

So that's it then. I've survived living in the same quarters as him for the entire year. How bad would three more months be?

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Draco was lounging on the couch reading a book when Hermione came stomping into the room with one hand under her growing stomach, and her jaw clenched.

"Malfoy, I've decided that I'll go back with you to have the baby, but under these conditions. You are not the only one who will have a say in how my child will be raised. You will not teach it your muggle hating ways, and I will not tolerate it using the word "Mudblood".

"And I'll not tolerate you calling my child an 'It'."

"Well what else am I going to call it?"

"A 'he'."

"And what makes you think that the baby is going to be a boy?"

"You mean you don't know already?"

"No, I don't...I want it to be a surprise."

Draco chuckled. "How muggle of you. But I suppose it doesn't matter when you find out since he's going to be a boy either way."

"Whatever Malfoy."

Hermione headed toward her staircase but stopped when she heard him walking up behind her. "What are you doing Malfoo-AHhhh!" Hermione suddenly found herself in Draco's arms as he carried her bridal style up the stairs. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

"I won't let you put my child at risk by falling down the staircase. You are not to climb them alone." Hermione opened her mouth in disbelief as Draco slowly lowered her to the floor in front of her room and turned. "Have yourself ready tomorrow. We'll share the same compartment on the train ride back and then we'll be picked up by my driver, who will take us home. Goodnight then."

Hermione watched him leave with wide eyes.

Well that didn't go according to plan.

After leaving the hospital ward the morning after Draco's proposition, Hermione had owled her parent's to tell them that she'd been offered a summer internship at the Ministry, where she'd be provided living quarters for the next few months. She'd promised that she'd write them daily and signed her letter with X's and O's. After all, that was their Hermione. Innocent and honorable. The perfect example of what a daughter should be.

It made her feel sick.

Harry and Ron had strongly objected to her decision and were actually on their way to beat the shit out of Malfoy when Hermione stopped them. It was her decision to make and if anyone knew that is was impossible to change Hermione's mind once it was set, it was Harry and Ron. So they had reluctantly agreed to support her, but under the conditions that they'd get to visit her regularly and they'd get be there when the baby was born.

Hermione settled herself into bed after packing her trunk, and pulled the covers up to her chin. She couldn't help but think that maybe she was making the wrong decision. What if Malfoy refused to let her baby go when the time came? What if he took her baby away from her?

No. That wasn't going to happen, because Hermione Granger would never allow it. Everything was going to work out in the end. She'd make a good life for her and her baby and Malfoy was most definitely not going to be in it.

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A.N.

Yep, yep. Chapter number 9.

I'm actually going to go ahead and start 10 right now. Maybe it'll be posted by the end of the night...?

Thanks for reading!

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