Disclaimer still applies, this is short and it sucks.
Being on holiday has made me lazy, but I don't care – I'm feeling lazy
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Love on the Rocks with no Ice
chapter something.
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Hermione and Draco walked down the corridor towards the Great Hall in complete silence. Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione could see Draco scowling at the lost first-years.
She smiled slightly at the students scrambling to get out of the way.
Her smile fell as she felt a wave of nausea pass over her.
She ran into the nearest classroom, not caring if Draco was following or not.
With tears streaming down her face, Hermione felt someone gently pull her hair back from her face. She guessed that the same person was the one who was softly massaging her back.
Hermione stood slowly, her head reeling as she did so. The person who had helped hold back her hair, now helped her to a seat.
When are you due?" It was of course, Draco's voice.
"Five months. How did you guess?" Hermione looked up at him, sarcasm evident in her face and voice.
"Really wasn't that hard love."
Hermione frowned at the endearment that Draco had just used.
"I'm assuming that it's mine, unless you were with Potter while you and I were together."
Hermione nodded, unable to speak.
She heard Draco swear under his breath.
They fell into silence, both having no idea what to say.
Finally Draco spoke up.
"Were you even going to tell me that I'm going to be a father, or would you just let Potter play Daddy to my child?"
Draco, I..." Hermione started, but Draco cut her off.
"What were going to leave Hogwarts and never tell me? Or were you planning to tell me and still marry Potter? I can only assume that this is some sort of sick revenge that you and your fiancé plotted ten years ago. I mean, god Hermione, did you want to hurt me the deepest was possible? Because congratulations, you've succeeded, twice."
"Draco, will you let me explain?" Hermione stood up and walked to where he paced.
"Draco, I'm carrying your child, and I was going to tell you, believe me, when I say that. Harry has nothing to do with this. I will never let Harry raise our child as his own. It's not fair to you or the child."
"Since when has any of this been fair Hermione?" Draco looked at her, as if piercing her outer shell. "You've left me for Potter and I'm not going to get to raise my own child thanks to you. Where's the fairness in that, well for me anyway?"
"Draco." Hermione tugged on his arm, trying to get his attention and managed to succeed. "This child, our child will be raised by you. Harry is irrelevant. He will not be the child's father, you will be." Hermione sighed and sat down at a desk.
"Draco? This fighting's not good for the baby. Can we call a truce for a minute so I can tell you something important please?" She looked up at Draco, who was eyeing her suspiciously.
"Fine, but it had better be good." He took the seat next to her and turned to face her.
"Draco," Hermione paused, trying to get her words right. She gave up after a minute and decided just to blurt everything out.
"Draco, I don't love Harry. I never have. And I would never plot some stupid revenge against you that involved making you fall for me and then get pregnant with your baby. Especially with Harry. Ron maybe, but no." She paused and took a breath before continuing.
"I want you to be this child's father, not just in name. I want him or her to grow up knowing who you are and that you love them, just like you loved me once. It never entered my mind not to tell you Draco, I couldn't do that to you. Please believe me." She looked down at her hands, not wanting to look at Draco and what his reaction would be."
"Hermione what do you mean when you say that you don't love Potter? You're engaged to the man." Draco's hand gently grabbed Hermione's chin and pulled her face up so he could see her
"I could never love Harry, or anyone else for that matter, when I'm still in love with you. I never really said yes to Harry, I wasn't going to until he announced it at the feast. I'm so sorry Draco, you didn't need to hear that announcement, no one did, believe me. "She looked at him, unable to guess what he was thinking or feeling.
"What Harry and I had for that brief period of time was nothing more than friendship. He couldn't even bring himself to kiss me. I have no idea why he proposed, and probably never will. But I don't care, I would never marry him even if I did love him. Draco, I don't know what else to say, I know that you'll probably never forgive me for breaking your heart, but I'm sorry, I should have realised that what we had was far more important than what people thought. I'm sorry."
Hermione waited for a moment, just in case Draco had anything to say. She got no reply, and slowly lifted herself out of her chair.
"I guess I'll see you later Draco. Maybe at dinner." She looked down at him, waiting for any kind of response.
Hermione made her way to the door and was about to open it and leave when Draco finally spoke.
"After these past few months, and everything you've put me through, I don't know if I can forgive you. I want to, I want more than anything to take you into my arms and tell you that I'm still in love with you, and that I want to raise our child together as a family, but I can't. I can't get over the hurt you've caused me. I need some time to think. You understand that right?" He looked up at Hermione, the anguish evident in his eyes.
Hermione nodded, "I do understand Draco. And I'm sorry that everything's such a mess. It shouldn't be, especially not for you. I'm sorry." With that she left Draco alone in the classroom.
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In the Forbidden Forest, Harry Potter sat, well lay, utterly drunk on fire whiskey. In his hand was a picture of his current fiancée. He stared at it with a sloppy smile on his face.
"I may not love you Hermione, but you will be mine. Oh yes you will be mine." With that he took a gulp from his bottle and laughed drunkenly.
Somewhere else in the forest, not too far away from the-boy-who-lived as an adult, hid an old man. He listened to Harry and frowned. Muttering a small spell, he disappeared back to his office, concerned with Harry's unhealthy obsession with Hermione.
Back in the forest Harry was visited by large hooded figure, who had waited until the old man had disappeared before appearing himself.
"Potter, you must marry her, time is of the essence. Do not fail me boy or there shall be consequences. And you know what they are."
Harry looked up at the figure and grinned. "She's all mine, don't worry about it, no one in their right mind would try and take her away from me, who would want her anyway? Bushy little know it all." Harry stood, swayed for a moment and fell back to where he had sat.
"You're pathetic Potter, you really are. You need to sober up if you plan on seeing your little bushy headed fiancée tonight."
With that the mysterious, as yet unnamed figure, vanished, leaving Harry to sit by himself, drinking from his bottle and staring at his picture of Hermione.
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Yeah this is kinda short, it's getting hard to write it, but oh well.
Any suggestions for the names of the Granger-Malfoy twins, I'm stuck on that.
Being on holiday has made me lazy, but I don't care – I'm feeling lazy
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Love on the Rocks with no Ice
chapter something.
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Hermione and Draco walked down the corridor towards the Great Hall in complete silence. Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione could see Draco scowling at the lost first-years.
She smiled slightly at the students scrambling to get out of the way.
Her smile fell as she felt a wave of nausea pass over her.
She ran into the nearest classroom, not caring if Draco was following or not.
With tears streaming down her face, Hermione felt someone gently pull her hair back from her face. She guessed that the same person was the one who was softly massaging her back.
Hermione stood slowly, her head reeling as she did so. The person who had helped hold back her hair, now helped her to a seat.
When are you due?" It was of course, Draco's voice.
"Five months. How did you guess?" Hermione looked up at him, sarcasm evident in her face and voice.
"Really wasn't that hard love."
Hermione frowned at the endearment that Draco had just used.
"I'm assuming that it's mine, unless you were with Potter while you and I were together."
Hermione nodded, unable to speak.
She heard Draco swear under his breath.
They fell into silence, both having no idea what to say.
Finally Draco spoke up.
"Were you even going to tell me that I'm going to be a father, or would you just let Potter play Daddy to my child?"
Draco, I..." Hermione started, but Draco cut her off.
"What were going to leave Hogwarts and never tell me? Or were you planning to tell me and still marry Potter? I can only assume that this is some sort of sick revenge that you and your fiancé plotted ten years ago. I mean, god Hermione, did you want to hurt me the deepest was possible? Because congratulations, you've succeeded, twice."
"Draco, will you let me explain?" Hermione stood up and walked to where he paced.
"Draco, I'm carrying your child, and I was going to tell you, believe me, when I say that. Harry has nothing to do with this. I will never let Harry raise our child as his own. It's not fair to you or the child."
"Since when has any of this been fair Hermione?" Draco looked at her, as if piercing her outer shell. "You've left me for Potter and I'm not going to get to raise my own child thanks to you. Where's the fairness in that, well for me anyway?"
"Draco." Hermione tugged on his arm, trying to get his attention and managed to succeed. "This child, our child will be raised by you. Harry is irrelevant. He will not be the child's father, you will be." Hermione sighed and sat down at a desk.
"Draco? This fighting's not good for the baby. Can we call a truce for a minute so I can tell you something important please?" She looked up at Draco, who was eyeing her suspiciously.
"Fine, but it had better be good." He took the seat next to her and turned to face her.
"Draco," Hermione paused, trying to get her words right. She gave up after a minute and decided just to blurt everything out.
"Draco, I don't love Harry. I never have. And I would never plot some stupid revenge against you that involved making you fall for me and then get pregnant with your baby. Especially with Harry. Ron maybe, but no." She paused and took a breath before continuing.
"I want you to be this child's father, not just in name. I want him or her to grow up knowing who you are and that you love them, just like you loved me once. It never entered my mind not to tell you Draco, I couldn't do that to you. Please believe me." She looked down at her hands, not wanting to look at Draco and what his reaction would be."
"Hermione what do you mean when you say that you don't love Potter? You're engaged to the man." Draco's hand gently grabbed Hermione's chin and pulled her face up so he could see her
"I could never love Harry, or anyone else for that matter, when I'm still in love with you. I never really said yes to Harry, I wasn't going to until he announced it at the feast. I'm so sorry Draco, you didn't need to hear that announcement, no one did, believe me. "She looked at him, unable to guess what he was thinking or feeling.
"What Harry and I had for that brief period of time was nothing more than friendship. He couldn't even bring himself to kiss me. I have no idea why he proposed, and probably never will. But I don't care, I would never marry him even if I did love him. Draco, I don't know what else to say, I know that you'll probably never forgive me for breaking your heart, but I'm sorry, I should have realised that what we had was far more important than what people thought. I'm sorry."
Hermione waited for a moment, just in case Draco had anything to say. She got no reply, and slowly lifted herself out of her chair.
"I guess I'll see you later Draco. Maybe at dinner." She looked down at him, waiting for any kind of response.
Hermione made her way to the door and was about to open it and leave when Draco finally spoke.
"After these past few months, and everything you've put me through, I don't know if I can forgive you. I want to, I want more than anything to take you into my arms and tell you that I'm still in love with you, and that I want to raise our child together as a family, but I can't. I can't get over the hurt you've caused me. I need some time to think. You understand that right?" He looked up at Hermione, the anguish evident in his eyes.
Hermione nodded, "I do understand Draco. And I'm sorry that everything's such a mess. It shouldn't be, especially not for you. I'm sorry." With that she left Draco alone in the classroom.
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In the Forbidden Forest, Harry Potter sat, well lay, utterly drunk on fire whiskey. In his hand was a picture of his current fiancée. He stared at it with a sloppy smile on his face.
"I may not love you Hermione, but you will be mine. Oh yes you will be mine." With that he took a gulp from his bottle and laughed drunkenly.
Somewhere else in the forest, not too far away from the-boy-who-lived as an adult, hid an old man. He listened to Harry and frowned. Muttering a small spell, he disappeared back to his office, concerned with Harry's unhealthy obsession with Hermione.
Back in the forest Harry was visited by large hooded figure, who had waited until the old man had disappeared before appearing himself.
"Potter, you must marry her, time is of the essence. Do not fail me boy or there shall be consequences. And you know what they are."
Harry looked up at the figure and grinned. "She's all mine, don't worry about it, no one in their right mind would try and take her away from me, who would want her anyway? Bushy little know it all." Harry stood, swayed for a moment and fell back to where he had sat.
"You're pathetic Potter, you really are. You need to sober up if you plan on seeing your little bushy headed fiancée tonight."
With that the mysterious, as yet unnamed figure, vanished, leaving Harry to sit by himself, drinking from his bottle and staring at his picture of Hermione.
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Yeah this is kinda short, it's getting hard to write it, but oh well.
Any suggestions for the names of the Granger-Malfoy twins, I'm stuck on that.