It's a Party and I'll Scream if I Want To
March 2011
“Did you see her?”
“Why have you been keeping it a secret?”
“Oh, I love babies!”
“Was this one planned?”
“Can I touch your stomach?”
“Mione…”
“Mione?” Harry asked, breaking Hermione out of her daze and meeting the concerned eyes of her friend. She gave him a small smile and took a sip of her water. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine Harry,” Hermione nodded, taking a deep breath as she fidgeted with her dress. From the moment she had walked into the Great Hall on Draco’s arm, all eyes had been drawn to her and the not-so-secret pregnancy she was revealing. She had been bombarded with an onslaught of questions from people she hardly spoke to anymore and to Draco’s horror an obscene amount of people that wanted to touch her stomach, the stomach that he was protective of.
“Draco?” Hermione called as she sat at her vanity in her silk dressing gown, brushing her waist-length curls. “Is that you?”
“Hello beautiful,” Draco smiled gently, as he walked into the room. Vanishing his cloak to the closet, he walked over to Hermione. Kissing the top of her head, he gently pried the brush from her hand and continued brushing through her curls. “The little dragon asleep?”
“She is,” the brown-eyed witch replied with a soft smile. “She and Hercules were cozy in bed and determined to stay up and wait for you but she didn’t last long.”
“She never does,” Draco smirked. Looking at his wife in the mirror, he noticed something different in her demeanor. She always had this look in her eyes when he came home to her but it was different. “Love, is everything alright?”
Standing up, Hermione turned to face him, taking the brush from his hands so she could hold onto him. “Draco… I need to show you something.”
“Did I miss another milestone again with Lyra? I swear to Godric fucking Gryffindor I am about to quit working..”
“Draco,” Hermione laughed, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his jaw. “Cast the charm.”
“Love…”
“I’m pregnant.”
“I should have been more prepared for all the questions I suppose,” Hermione laughed, gripping onto the champagne flute that she wished was actually champagne.
“Oh, do you mean your previous secret pregnancy didn’t prepare you for this?” Harry smirked.
“Potter I swear if you make her cry…” Draco began but Hermione giggled.
“No Harry,” she replied. “I was spoiled with Lyra and didn’t have to deal with anyone that I didn’t want touching me.”
“I’m sure Malfoy will hex anyone you ask him to,” Ginny chuckled as Draco smirked, his hand rubbing soothing circles on the small of his wife’s back.
“Don’t encourage him Gin,” Harry sighed.
“I would never make a scene at Theo and my mother’s event,” Draco chuckled. “I would prefer to meet my children.”
“Speaking of children,” Ginny scoffed. “I can’t believe that you two bitches didn’t tell me you were pregnant.”
“Ginny,” Pansy smirked. “Aren’t you pregnant as well?”
“And neglect to tell us?” Hermione added.
“Semantics,” Ginny smirked. “How ingenious is it, that we all fucked our husbands at the same time.”
“Merlin,” Harry spat as he choked on his drink. “You can’t just… Merlin Ginny!”
“What is happening right now?” Blaise murmured to Draco.
“It’s best to just let her go,” Charlie chuckled walking up. “Hermione, can I borrow you for a dance?”
“Please do,” Hermione laughed, thanking Circe and Morgana for her prompt exit route from the conversation. As Charlie twirled her around the room, her spirits immediately lifted. She took a turn around the floor with Charlie, her husband, George, Neville, and even Blaise dramatically led her across the room. By the end of their dance, she was giggling so hard she was out of breath.
“Looks like your husband needs me to help him calm Theodore the fuck down before his big speech,” Blaise smirked and kissed her cheek. “Please go and drink some water before you pass out and your husband murders me.”
“Alright, alright,” Hermione laughed, heading in the direction of the area configured to be a standalone bar. When she reached her destination, she ordered her drink of water and chatted politely with Padma Patil. It wasn’t long before she heard the raucous coming from the other end of the bar. As she and Padma turned to look to see who it was, she outwardly groaned when she saw it was none other than Ronald Weasley and his merry gang of followers.
“I can’t believe they even let that deatheater scum into this party,” Ronald spat, the group around him agreeing with him. Hermione felt herself stiffen, her hand tightening around the glass she held. Her healer’s words immediately came to her mind though. Stress was not good for the twins she was currently carrying.
“I’m sure they aren’t talking about Draco,” Padma said gently, trying to soothe the witch that was taking deep calming breaths.
“It’s alright,” Hermione said slowly. “It’s just Ronald’s normal commentary. It’s best to just ignore it.”
“Of course,” Padma nodded.
“Then she runs off and marries the scumbag,” Ron scoffed. “Not to mention, let him adopt her kid.” Her knuckles began to turn white as she gripped the glass harder. Padma tried to put a soothing hand on her shoulder but Ron was quickly about to cross a line.
“This is Theo and Narcissa’s party,” Hermione breathed out. “Not to mention Molly Weasley. I will not make a scene. I will control my emotions and not make a scene.”
“And now he’s knocked her up with his bastard spawn. They will be raising a new generation of death eaters right before our eyes!” Ron shouted and the group around him cheered in agreement.
“Fuck it,” Hermione choked out, slamming her glass back on the bar and heading over towards Ron. She pushed her away through the leeches that were clinging onto the ostracized member of the Golden Trio, her eyes black with anger. “Ronald Billius Weasley!”
“Ah, there she is! The deatheater’s bride herself!” Ron slurred raising his glass towards her. “To Hermione Malfoy, the biggest traitor of them all.”
“Listen here you pretentious, self-loathing, narcissistic, lazy, stupid prick that still has absolutely no comprehension for basic forgiveness and empathy because you still have the emotional range of a bloody teaspoon, you arrogant fuck,” Hermione began, pulling her want out from the concealed pocket in her dress and shoving it in his throat. “You will keep my children and my husband’s name out of your pathetic, inebriated dialogue or so help me-I will systematically and categorically list off all the ways that Draco Malfoy is above you and will always be ABOVE YOU!”
“Bloody hell Hermione, you-”
“I am not done speaking Ronald!” Hermione shouted as people began to eavesdrop and pay attention to what was currently playing out between the two former friends. “If I hear you utter one more word in any context I will shove your wand so far up your arse that your new fiance won’t even be able to mutter accio to help you find it!”
“Ok love,” George announced as he and Bill arrived, both gently picking her up and extracting her from the confrontation.
“Let me go!” Hermione groaned. “I’m not done yelling at him.”
“Oh that was beautiful Mione, truly entertaining,” George smirked. “If Malfoy hadn’t already married you and I was single, I’d be swooping in for the girl.”
“But,” Bill started with a chuckle. “You are pregnant and everyone knows that you aren’t supposed to be in a stressful situation while pregnant.”
“If you would just let me get one good hex in, I would feel so much better,” Hermione muttered under her breath as she was suddenly placed back on her feet in front of Lucius Malfoy.
“We leave her in your good hands,” Bill chuckled.
“Good luck!” George laughed, walking off with his brother.
“Dance with an old man?” Lucius smirked, holding out his hand.
“You aren’t that old,” Hermione chuckled a little, taking his hand and going out to the dancefloor. As Lucius swept her across the floor, ever the aristocratic gentleman, she couldn’t help but feel herself calm down and the guilt began to settle in. “How big of a scene did I cause?”
“Don’t worry dear,” Lucius smirked as he glided her across the floor. “Every day you show that you are the epitome of a Malfoy woman and were born to marry my son. It was a fascinating performance that Draco will be sorry he missed.”
“Thank you,” Hermione blushed as he squeezed her hand reassuringly. It would always be a bit strange to her how she and Lucius had developed a relationship considering he had tried to kill her at least once. It had taken time but they now had an understanding of growth and forgiveness and used to build a blossoming relationship between the two of them.
“How are you feeling?” Lucius asked. “Not too exhausted? I do hope my son is taking care of you.”
“He is taking very good care of me,” Hermione chuckled.
Lucius looked up as Draco stormed into the study, a look of pride and determination on his face. He watched his son as he approached the desk, his chest slightly puffed out and a small smirk playing at his lips. Lucius raised an eyebrow questioningly as Draco slammed a small piece of paper down on his desk.
“There! Are you happy now? Instigating bastard!” Draco snapped, his hands resting on the desk. “You can stop with your meddling now.”
“And what are you referring to son?” Lucius asked nonchalantly.
“Why don’t you look at the photo and see for yourself,” he replied, looking his father in the eyes. Picking up the small paper, Lucius stared at it for a moment before turning it in different directions. “What the bloody hell are you doing?”
“It’s not moving,” Lucius pointed out. “What is this?”
“That,” Draco smirked. “Is a sonogram photo. And it showing you that my perfect wife, the brightest fucking witch of her age, is pregnant with my babies.”
“Babies?”
“Twins,” Draco chuckled. “Now will you please stop trying to tell me how to fuck my wife because I clearly know what I’m doing.”
After Hermione calmed down, Lucius sent her off with a kiss on her cheek. She joined Pansy at a table with a variety of sweets for the two pregnant women to enjoy. She had slipped off her heels under the table, much to the immense pleasure of her feet, and was currently taking bites of the delicious lemon cake that she had snagged. “I can’t believe she married him,” Pansy scoffed, taking a bite of the chocolate pudding in front of her. “I mean Millicent isn’t much of a looker but still, I figured she would be with someone better than that.”
“You know she put me in a headlock once?” Hermione commented, watching her chat with her partner from across the room.
“We all know about that, Hermione,” Pansy laughed. “Did you see what Astoria Greengrass is wearing? This is a fundraiser for the education of children, not a one-stop-shop for a pureblood husband.”
“How can that nice, innocent girl be engaged to Ronald Weasley,” Hermione groaned, glaring daggers at Ron from across the room.
“Because like it or not, the Weasel is famous,” Pansy scowled. “Even if he doesn’t deserve it.”
“And I can’t believe Dean is still with Seamus,” the curly-haired witch pointed out.
“And I can’t believe that Daphne is trying to flirt shamelessly with Theo right now,” Pansy snickered. “Doesn’t she know he is into his dragon tamer?
“Maybe she doesn’t mind,” Hermione smirked and Pansy laughed.
“I am ready to get out of this dress,” she groaned, pulling at it. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“I’m about ready to cut my own feet off,” Pansy added and Hermione frowned looking down at her plate. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I’m all out of cake,” Hermione sighed. “It was a really good cake.”
“There you are beautiful,” Draco spoke, causing a smile to immediately find its way onto Hermione’s face. “Just the woman I was looking for.” He took a seat next to her, placing a small plate in her view. “I brought you a piece of cake.”
“Draco Malfoy,” Hermione gasped with tears in her eyes as she looked at her adoring husband. “You are the best husband in the whole world.”
“Well thank you,” Draco laughed as she grabbed the plate and immediately started eating. He gently turned her chair, taking her feet into his lap and rubbing them as Blaise sat down next to Pansy.
“Oh Draco,” Pansy smirked. “You missed the best part of this party.”
“Excuse me,” Theo glared as he walked up with Charlie, both taking a seat at the table. “My speech will be the best part of this party and Draco will be there for it.”
“Your wife went off on the Weasel,” Pansy smirked. “Again.”
“What?” Draco asked, his head whipping to Hermione who shrugged innocently.
“No!” Theo gasped. “No! We can’t have missed the best part of the party! Pansy, I told you to find me if anything interesting was happening!”
“Didn’t you just say that your speech would be the best party?” Blaise laughed.
“Obviously I was wrong!” Theo shouted. “Hermione served Weasel his ass again and we missed it.”
“It was glorious,” Pansy smiled.
“Can we find a pensieve?” Theo asked. “I mean we are all ridiculously wealthy. One of us has to be able to find one to purchase.”
“Professor McGonagall has one in her office,” Hermione pointed out.
“Brightest witch of her age! I could kiss you, Hermione!” Theo smiled.
“But you won’t.”
&&&
“Mummy! Daddy! I’m home,” Lyra shouted as she entered the room with Andromeda and Luca.
“Hello beautiful,” Hermione smiled as she watched Lyra go and leap into Draco’s awaiting arms. Luca squealed as he reached for his mother and Pansy took him immediately.
“Thank you so much, Andromeda,” Hermione smiled at the older witch. “I hope they weren’t too much trouble.”
“Not at all,” she chuckled, smiling as she watched her nephew fawn over the young girl in his arms. “You have quite the brilliant little girl.”
“I know,” Draco smiled proudly.
“Daddy, can we go on the brooms now? Please?” Lyra smiled, making sure to look directly into her father’s silver eyes with her big, brown ones. Everyone knew that Draco was lost when it came to Lyra, including the little girl herself.
“Missy cooked them all a meal before they came home,” Andromeda pointed out with a chuckle.
“Bwoom!” Luca squealed, clapping his hands.
“And that is my cue,” Blaise smiled, taking Luca into his arms and giving Draco a look.
“Daddy please,” Lyra said sweetly. “I was a good girl. Just like I promised.”
“How can I say no when you were such a good girl for Aunt Andromeda,” Draco chuckled and Hermione rolled her eyes. “Go and grab your jumper and Uncle Blaise and I will get the brooms.”
“Yay!” Lyra giggled, wigging out of her father’s arms and running off to grab her jumper as he said. Andromeda said her goodbyes and the boys went to fetch the brooms while Pansy and Hermione set themselves up in the library to watch while Missy began to prepare for the family dinner they were all having that night.
“She really does have him wrapped around her finger doesn’t she,” Pansy commented. “And she knows exactly what she is doing.”
“Oh of course she does,” Hermione laughed. “The only one unaware of what she is doing is Draco himself. He’s blind when it comes to her.”
“Higher daddy! Higher!” Lyra squealed from her spot in front of him, causing Draco to smile brightly. Blaise flew around them, holding Luca close to him. The little boy was squealing happily.
“I don’t know how you do it,” Hermione grimaced, looking away as they flew higher into the air. She rubbed her stomach to calm her nerves. “I become a bundle of nerves every time he takes her on that broom.”
“You know they would never let anything happen to the children,” Pansy pointed out.
“Oh I know,” Hermione nodded.
“I also am not as scared of flying as you are,” Pansy pointed out.
“I am not scared,” she grumbled. “I just think it is ridiculous. There are many more reasonable ways to travel.”
“Says the witch that just made us ride the Hogwarts Express instead of just using the Floo or apparating,” Pansy pointed out causing Hermione to roll her eyes.
Hermione and Pansy continued to chat while the boys and Lyra flew around Draco and Hermione’s home. When the children eventually began to get tired, they retreated inside and Hermione read to the children while the others listened on. The two children and Hermione drifted asleep and before she knew it, Draco was gently waking her letting her know dinner was almost ready. He helped her up, Hermione noticing that the children must have already woken up and run off to play.
“There she is,” Blaise smirked as they exited the library. “You would have slept right through dinner if Draco hadn’t woken you.”
“Growing two babies is exhausting,” Hermione pointed out and Blaise and Draco laughed.
“You two will never understand,” Pansy scoffed.
“No,” Draco chuckled, wrapping his arms around Hermione and resting his chin on the top of her head. “You and Pansy are the most brilliant women and I could never imagine doing what the two of you can. A very special type of magic you have.”
“Draco,” Pansy smiled, wiping her eyes.
“Bloody hell Draco,” Blaise groaned. “Stop making me look bad in front of my own wife.”
“Is no one going to greet me?” They heard Theo shout from the next room.
“Uncle Theo!” Lyra’s voice carried as she leaped into his arms. “Where have you been? Why weren’t you here when I got home?”
“I had a few things I had to take care of , love but I’m here now,” Theo smiled, carrying him with her into the room. “There you all are.”
“Yes, Theo we are here,” Draco smirked. “We didn’t think you required a greeting party.”
“You are lucky Lyra is better than any greeting party,” Theo smirked, “Otherwise I would be thoroughly disappointed in all of you.”
“When are you not?” Blaise asked.
“He’s not disappointed in me,” Lyra pointed out.
“Of course not,” Theo smirked. “You, my love, are perfect.”
“Thank you, Uncle Theo,” Lyra smiled.
“Of course love.” Lyra smiled smugly at the adults in the room before wiggling down and dropping to the floor. She smiled brightly before running off to play with Luca again. “Gods I love that girl.”
“We know,” Draco and Blaise said.
“Don’t be angry that I’m her favorite,” Theo pointed out.
“That’s a joke right?” Pansy laughed. “She literally named her stuffed dragon Draco. We all know he is her favorite.”
“See,” Draco pointed out.
“You say that like I give two shits about a stuffed dragon,” Theo rolled his eyes. “Hermione, love, Charlie and I have one more joining us tonight. Charlie will be here soon with her.”
“Oh?” Hermione asked curiously. “Who is it?”
“That my dear friend is a surprise,” Theo smirked.
The adults continued to chit-chat for a bit before gathering the children and beginning to take their seats at the table. Luca sat between his parents in his high chair while Lyra sat in her seat between Theo and Draco. All they were waiting on now was Charlie and whoever the special guest was that Theo was bringing along to dinner.
“So Theo, who is this guest you invited to a family dinner?” Pansy smirked. “Emphasis on the word family.”
“I told you I would let you know soon,” Theo pointed out.
“If it is Daphne Greengrass and you are informing us that you three are now forming a triad, I swear I will have seen it all.”
“No Pansy,” Theo laughed. “But now that you mentioned it, that does sound like a good idea.”
“Merlin Theo,” Draco groaned.
“Ok, ok,” Theo exhaled dramatically. “I’ll tell you my story.”
“Thank you,” Lyra popped up, causing the table to laugh.
“When Pansy and Hermione found out that they were pregnant at the same time, I found myself feeling a little jealous. Two of my best friends would be having and raising babies together and I was left out.”
“Well Theo if you could get pregnant,” Pansy pointed out. “I’m sure you would be pregnant by now with us.”
“Hermione,” Theo started, effectively ignoring Pansy’s comment. “Do you remember the conversation you and I had about how muggles sometimes have children? How couples of the same sex sometimes get someone to carry a baby for them?”
“Surrogacy, yes,” Hermione nodded. “I told you that when you and Charlie were ready, I would do that for you.”
“Wait? What?” Draco asked, alarmed.
“I’ll explain it to you later,” Hermione said softly, squeezing his hand. “Theo, what exactly are you saying?”
“Well you are pregnant with Draco’s baby so obviously we couldn’t come to you,” Theo pointed out. “So we had a go down another road but we found a witch that was willing to help us.”
“Wait…”
“Charlie and I are having a baby too,” Theo smiled.
“What?!” Pansy exclaimed.
“Theo!” Hermione cried. “That’s wonderful news.”
“Wait… but…” Draco started looking confused.
“Who’s having this baby?” Blaise asked, perpetually confused just like Draco. It was at that moment that Charlie Weasley and a familiar witch entered the dining room.
“Hello everyone,” a pregnant Luna Lovegood said as everyone in the room filled with shock.
“Luna!” Lyra shouted, looking at the blonde. “You didn’t bring the fairies with you… right?”