Keep Holding On
Chapter 7: Keep Holding on
A/N: This chapter is going to be Hermione's POV.
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It was the day before the big date and I was running around my room like a chicken with my head cut off, looking for something to wear, and that's exactly how Narcissa found me.
"Dear, what seems to be the problem?" She asked.
I sighed and turned around looking ashamed. "I have nothing to wear. All I have is everyday clothes and my work clothes that I wear to the Ministry."
"Hermione, why don't you come with me to Hogsmead and we'll find you some more clothes, besides I would like to know all about the girl my son fell in love with."
"I would love that Narcissa! I too would like to know more about the boy I am going to be dating." I said with big smile. This is it, I thought, this is where I find out how Draco became the man he is today. With that thought my smile grew even more.
Once we told Draco that we were going to spend some time together we walked out of the Manor, decided where we'd meet and apparated to Hogsmead.
"Where would you like to go first Hermione?" Narcissa asked once we arrived, ignoring the stares around her.
"I was thinking Dreams Come True. It has both formal and regular clothing." I answered, looking up at her with a small smile.
"That's an excellent idea! I wanted to go to the shop myself since it just opened." She exclaimed, and we walked together to the shop.
Once inside the shop I knew I had made the right choice. It had the best of everything a girl could ever want to wear. After choosing several outfits and three dresses, which both Narcissa and I decided on, I went to go pay but she insisted that she pay for it. She wanted it to be a present for me.
After Narcissa paid for everything, we apparated back to the Manor and went into the foyer to have some hot tea.
"I haven't had that much fun shopping in ages. Thank you so much Narcissa. It was like shopping with my mother all over again." I exclaimed, practically glowing.
"You're welcome." She said, with a big smile. Narcissa, herself hardly ever got to shop during the war. And considering the abusive bastard of a husband that she married, she never got to do much of anything. Looking down she knew that she would have to explain why Hermione should at least give the baby a chance.
"What's wrong Narcissa?"
Narcissa sighed heavily and then she began a story that I will never forget. "Dear, what I am about to tell you I have never told anyone else, not even Draco. But I think if you know it might change your perspective. You see, Draco was conceived by rape also, and just like you Lucius threatened to kill me if I told anyone, he made me swear." There were tears streaming down both of our faces now, taking a deep breath she continued. "And that's where it got complicated. You see, I could never tell a soul until now, because he is dead. It was a wizard's oath. But in the end I knew that I had to keep my baby from growing up to be an abusive man that takes pleasure on others pain. Even though he took the Dark Mark, he did it to save me. I gave him all the affection and love that I could, and now he is the man I always wanted him to be." By the end of her story her eyes were shining bright even with the tears.
I could tell that this was a turning point for me. Even though she had been raped Narcissa made the choice to keep the baby even though he would always be a reminder of what had happened to her. I knew for sure now that I was going to keep the baby. Narcissa was a strong woman and I knew I could do this too.
A small smile began to appear on my face as I stood up and hugged Narcissa. "Thank you for telling me. I know it must have been hard to say but I am glad you told me." I whispered into her ear, Narcissa hugging me back tightly. As I went to go sit back down on the love seat she answered
"You're welcome dear, I figured that after all these years that I was the only one that went through something like this, but I know now that I am not alone."
"No, you're not. I have decided that I am going to carry this baby to full term but then give it to a family that really wants a child but is not able to for whatever reason. I really wanted to have a family with Ron, but after all that has happened, I do not think I could handle the reminder that child would give me everytime I him or her. I hope you will understand and stand by my decision..."
"I do understand and I will support any decission yoou make. I also know that whatever happens between you and Draco, remember that I am always here for you."
"Thank you…" I said with a blush and a small smile.
"Now, change of subject. I want to know all about you Hermione. From what I have heard so far, you beat Draco in every class up until your seventh year. You must have loved learning as much as Draco did if not more."
I laughed a little at this. "I spent most of my time in the library or in the common room learning everything I could about my magic and what I could do. I also spent an enormous amount of time keeping Ron…" I shuddered at his name then continued, "And Harry on top of their studies and out of trouble." I sighed. "But every year there was always something going on. The Sorcerer's Stone in first year, Chamber of secrets in second year, Harry's godfather and Professor Lupin in third year. The Tri-Wizard Tournament in fourth year and the return of Voldemort, and fifth year was the Department Of Mysteries. Sixth year was our last year there. Harry went to Dumbledore every week to see the memories of Tom Riddle in the pensieve. He saw him from a young age all the way to how he became Voldemort." Tears sprang to my eyes as I remembered what happened after that. "That summer I erased my parents' memories of me and sent them to Australia and looked up everything I could about the Horcruxes. From the time we left Ron's house we went into hiding trying to find everything that needed to be destroyed. Two Horcruxes had already been destroyed. Tom Riddle's diary and the ring that Dumbledore had, from there, there was only five left. Harry being one of them, the last one in fact, everything else you know, the battle at Hogwarts and the death of Voldemort."
"What happened to your parents? Did you ever get them back and restore their memories."
"They died, murdered by a mugger from what I understand." I said tears running down my face again.
"Their killer was never caught."
Before I could realize what was happening, Narcissa had me in her arms while I cried. It was a nice feeling considering I looked at her as a mother figure now. After my tears died down to sniffles,
"Thank you," I said.
"It's not a problem dear; I look at you as the daughter I always wanted."
"Really?" I asked quietly. Looking up, she was smiling a sweet sincere smile as she nodded. She sat beside me, combing her hands through my waist long brunette hair.
"Darling, when did you find this out?"
"Right after Ron proposed to me, it was right after everyone had mourned and celebrated Voldemort's death."
Narcissa hugged me once more, while I hugged her tightly back, holding on for dear life. I couldn't remember being held like this by my own mother since I was a young child. It made me feel immensely better and I told her that.
For the next several hours we talked about everything, from how I grew up and our love for both magical and muggle romance novels, and my love for writing. It was like talking to my own mother, they had that much in common, except the fact that mine was a muggle and she was a witch.
Dinner came and went as usual and Draco had a soft smile on his handsome face during the whole meal. I couldn't read his mind but I could read his facial features now and I could tell he was thinking about our upcoming date. So far he hadn't said a word about it but whatever or where ever we were going or doing for the date I knew I was in for a big surprise.