Dramione - The Sweetest Dream

Chapter 42

            Draco awoke to the sound of banging on the front door. He looked over to Hermione who lay sleeping, a small smile on her lips.

"Muffliato," he whispered, in hopes she could get some much needed sleep. He crept down the stairs and opened the door to see a white faced Harry Potter. He was shuffling his feet and looked around nervously.

"Can I come in?" He asked hurriedly.

"I don't know, can you?"

Harry scowled at him and crossed over the threshold.

"Where's Hermione?"

"She's resting, and I would like her to stay that way for a little while."

Harry paced the room, running his hand habitually over his scar.

"How did it happen?" He asked, the corners of his mouth drooping as he frowned sadly. He fell onto the couch and put his head in his hands. "I can't believe I was so horrible to her. She could've..." he shook his head.

Draco sat down on the armchair across from the Boy Who Lived. He cast a fire in the hearth. He remembered his sleeping girlfriend upstairs, carrying their children, and felt his heart soften. He sighed as he did what was best for his family.

"I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry lifted his head out of his hands and looked at Draco with confusion.

"Why? For what?"

"Bloody hell, don't make me do this," he rolled his eyes. He sighed. "I'm sorry for everything. From day one of Hogworts of I've been a," he remembered Hermione, "evil, loathsome, little cockroach," he chuckled. Harry joined him. "The point is, I should have never done all of those things. I regret everything I've ever done to hurt anyone who was against You Know Who,"

"Voldemort," Harry interrupted. Draco flinched. "Why don't you say his name?" He asked sympathetically. "He's gone. Forever. He's never coming back. You, Hermione, everyone, we're all safe from him."

"I know. But, there are some things that aren't finished..."

"What do you mean?" Harry sat up, his eyes narrowing.

"Bellatrix is still alive," Draco sighed. "Some children have completely lost their ability to work magic, of all different bloodlines. We know that she cast a curse on them, we just haven't figured out how to reverse it." Draco's jaw clenched as he spoke about his aunt and the things she had done. "V-Voldemort told her to do it, and how to do it. She has something too, a Draconite." Draco suddenly remembered all of the things he had been telling Harry were supposed to be classified.

"Why hasn't anyone told me?" Harry stood up and started pacing.

"McGonagall told us to keep it between Hermione and me. She probably wanted to let you have a rest from all of this sort of stuff or something."

"No. I'm helping, so are Ron and Ginny. There's no way around it."

Draco could tell from the look in Harry's eyes that there was no other option. He nodded his head. Harry sat down on the couch again and rubbed his scar.

"What happened with Hermione?"

Draco explained the events of Pansy cursing Hermione, not leaving out any details. Harry's muscles tensed as Draco told him.

"She better be in Azkaban," Harry said when Draco had finished.

"She is. The Ministry of Magic got her a little after Hermione was admitted to the hospital wing."

"How could Pansy do that? Let alone to someone who was pregnant?"

Draco shook his head with disgust as he remembered Pansy. They sat in silence for a moment.

"Do you want anything to drink?" He asked. Harry looked up, slightly surprised at the kind gesture.

"Um, sure, yeah, that would be great."

Draco went into the kitchen and started to make Turkish coffee. He ground the coffee beans into a fine powder, flicking his wand at the mortar and pestle that began to grind the beans on their own. As Draco made the drinks, he found himself shocked to find that he liked Harry. He was compassionate, and caring. Everything he had done the other day was in an effort to protect Hermione.

Minutes later he brought two small cups on saucers out to the living room where Harry sat.

"Listen, about your apology..." Harry faltered.

Draco assumed that Harry wasn't going to accept it. He should've known.

"It's not necessary. I know you didn't want to do any of that stuff. When I found you in the bathroom, I knew that you regretted what you had done. I was just so angry with Voldemort and the Death Eaters,"

"Rightfully so," Draco interrupted.

"It's just, I care about Hermione. I love her. She's my best friend. And I know you feel the same way, and that's all I can hope for in whoever she choses to be with."

"Aw, Harry, are you giving me your blessing?" Draco joked. Harry smiled widely and took a sip on his coffee.

"Looks like it," he laughed. At that moment Hermione walked downstairs, her hand on her rounded stomach.

"Harry?" She asked when she saw him, her eyes wide. He stood up and faced her.

"Hermione... I'm-I'm so sorry. The other day, I don't know what came over me. I was horrible." He looked at her sadly.

"It's fine... but I'm keeping the babies."

"Good! I'll love it like they're my niece or nephew. I'm glad you and Draco are together, Hermione." He smiled before his face became etched with confusion. He looked at Draco and Hermione who stood smiling at each other. "Wait, babies? I thought there was just one?"

Draco walked over and kissed Hermione's stomach and stood up to smile at her.

"We're having twins," Hermione grinned at Harry. Harry walked over and hugged her. When he pulled away from the embrace, he shook Draco's hand and beamed at them both.

"That's incredible! I'm so happy for you both. If you ever need anything, I'll always help, I promise."

Draco and Hermione looked at each other and smiled. Draco cleared his throat,

"Harry, would you mind terribly if," he found the words hard to get out as he looked at Hermione trying to conceal her excitement. "Oh, go ahead," he giggled at her.

"Harry, would you be our baby's godparent? We want to name him after you if he's a boy," she smiled.

"I-I would love to!" He laughed and hugged them both.

They all sat in the living room in front of the fire, laughing and talking for hours, until they heard a pounding on the front door. Hermione got up, expecting to see Ginny searching for her boyfriend. Instead, she found a white faced Narcissa. She walked in as soon as Hermione opened the door and spoke in a shaking voice.

"Belatrix...she's here. At the school."