So this story came to me a while back and I debated with myself to pusblish it. I don't know if this stroy has been done before, however here it goes. R&R please.
Rating: M for mature.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling.
Full summary: Hermione has alot on her hands. She is now a mother, going to school and handeling her child's father head on. what can she do when the baby's father is Draco Malfoy? Also, when he is falling for her and she possibly is falling for him...
(baby laugh here)
The giggles of a bouncy baby consume her. It was the sweetest sound, even if she is trying to catch a few hours of shut eye before she finishes her required reading.
She opens one eye and smiles at her son. His blonde hair was shinning like his smile. He was almost like a treasure.
"Shhhh mummy is sleeping." closing her eyes she leans back against the light green nursery sofa, resting her head on a plush lamb-toy.
The lamb toy lets out a squeak as her head hits it.
The baby giggles again.
Hermione sits up. She wants to be firm and put him back down for his nap he is supposed to be having.....but then he gave her that glimer. She had to stop and stare.
He has his fingers in his mouth, as one hand is on the crib's handle and he bounces in his footie pajamas. His Malfoy silver eyes giving her signals to stop and stare.
Moments like these she couldn't deny were the best. However they were painful too. The past was painfull and she knew her present would be too.
Also the birth was a traumatic experience, that was scary and heart-warming.
Just looking at her son's precious head is not only time consuming but inspiring....she had passed that large head ot of her body with no drugs...none what so ever.
A huff and a smile, "Liam...mummy need sl-ee-p" she whines and raises her slim almost twiggy body to her son's side.
The baby reaches out for his mum. Then gets a bit disappointed when she lifts him up only to be laid back down in his crib again. "Go to sleep..."
She goes back to the sofa and slams her exhausted body on top of it. Only to hear another squeak from the lamb-toy and also a chorus of 'the wheels on the bus' from some random play-thing that her foot had hit.
She closes her eyes as Liam laughs again. Annoyed, pissed and rather tired with herself. She should have known by now to not only move the lam toy but also not plump onto the sofa.
However she was always like that with things like this.
She could react to any magical problem with a spell faster then Merlin himself. however, when it caeme to love and personal problems, she sometimes was brainless.
Then again that's how Liam had came around in the first place.
Hermione should have known better. However he was her first and it only took him one time to knock her up.
It was a joke at first. Not really a relationship. They had been assigned an assignment in snape's class as partners. Then one thing led to another.
Nine months later Liam came around.
She wasn't going to tell Malfoy either, beacuse she thought it would cause more trouble. So with her wits she hid her pregnancy with spells and potions.
Then one night as she made a potion for herself to drink, Snape found her. Questioned her...and put the puzzle together.
Also him being Draco's godfather didn't help her case. Something about
Finally the song stops, Liam has stopped laughing and Hermione gets peace and quiet. She closes her eyes.
'Stupid Snape' she thinks as she turns over to get more comfort. Then she opens her eyes to watch her son fall asleep. How perfect he looked with his eyes fluttering closed.
It's only times like these she wonders what Liam's father is doing.
She never really liked Malfoy, she blames this on the 'baby emotions.'
She follows her son into la-la land.
(Daddy had strong hands and a warm heart.)
Draco sat with his hair a mess and a migraine set. The formal sitting room gives off a nice heat, but he can't think straight. People chatter and laugh, however his mind was set somewhere else. Just for this second, he thinks of her deep brown eyes. Her hair in soft weepy ringlets and her smile. Merlin her smile was the thing that caught him.
"Draco..." He thinks still about her.
"Draco!" Lucius says a bit more demeaning.
Draco snaps out, "Yes?"
Lucius hands him a drink, "Here...drink up"
Draco takes the drink but looks at his father, sure there were times he snuck into the liqour cabinet but his father just handed him this Gin.
"You are a father now, you can drink..." Lucius says bringing his own crystal glass to his senses.
Draco does the same.
"Your mother is worried." The elder Malfoy says to his son. Expressing nothing, but then giving a least a bit of confortment. "So am I"
Draco looks up from the drink, "Why is that?"
"The girl, mostly...have you even spoken to her?"
Draco is silent as he finishes off the drink, "no...not since Liam's incident."
Lucius grumbles then trys to give off a patient vibe with his son, "Why not?"
"She doesn't talk much to me. Her mother talks most of the time. I believe she is angry with me."
"well, you'd be angry too if you were to give birth to a child, Draco." Narcissa interupts.
Draco closes his eyes as his migraine continues.
Narcissa looks at her husband, "well am I right?" She turns to her son, "Your job is to make her not hate you...it's better for Liam. Poor thing shouldn't live between houses and families...he is a Malfoy heir..."
"Mother..." he cuts her off, "You don't think I haven't been thinking about that?"
Narcissa is quiet. She thinks about everything...then speaks quietly, "Did you ever love her, Son?"
Lucius looks up at his wife, silent.
Draco takes a deep breath.
Earie silence consumes the air like the baby did to Hermione.
"I still do..."
(i've been loving you the way I wanted too...)
Author's note: First short pre-chapter. Trust me you havn't seen anything yet. Next chapter will be posted soon. Very very soon.