Dramione|Draco’s Surprise
Draco wandered around Diagon Alley. It had been a long time since he had strolled around these streets. The usual hustle and bustle had calmed down considerately since the war, leaving behind a serene feeling.
Now that Hogwarts was in session, and parents didn’t have to rush to get their children’s supplies, one could just stroll without being pushed or pulled in every direction.
Stopping infront of Flourish and Blotts bookstore, Draco felt a sudden pang in his chest. There were many days he would sit outside the small store and watch as she browsed the books. Her bushy hair would always be in disarray, but that was okay. He also remembered many nights of his fingers being entangled in the mass of curls.
With that thought, Draco moved on to head to Gringotts. He needed to start an account for Astoria for their upcoming nuptials. He didn’t want his new wife to have access to the Malfoy vaults and fortune.
He knew this was what was expected of him, to marry a woman of pureblood and settle down and produce an heir. After that, Astoria could do whatever she wanted, and he would watch her from afar once more. His father had him sent to relatives in France, to get over his ‘silly obsession with the mudblood’. How could he ever get over his true love?
He knew Hermione was hurt at his sudden departure, he could hardly blame her if she never wished to speak to him again. He would be content just to watch her from afar.
“No more shopping Ginny.. I have everything I need already.” He hadn’t heard her voice in months. His stomach was doing twists and turns while his heart felt as if it were in a vice.
Turning around he came across a sight he hadn’t seen in far too long. Hermione Granger bathed in sunlight. Her hair was somewhat shorter, but it looked good on her. She seemed healthier and almost had a glow about her. It wasn’t until his eyes roamed lower that he started to panic.
Her. stomach. was. HUGE.
“Well we wouldn’t be shopping if you hadn’t had a fling with your hidden ‘Mr. Right’.” He watched Hermione’s eyes glaze over and she nodded “I suppose your right..”
She had to be around 6 months pregnant. He left 6 months ago..
As the world went black around him, his only thought was FUCK
Via MISCHIEF MANAGED.
Does it depress you Commissioner, to know how alone you really are? Does it make you feel responsible for Harvey Dent’s current…predicament?
Via MISCHIEF MANAGED.
