With you in my Arms

15. To be happy to be with me

A/N Thanks you guys for all the comments, faning etc. It's totally  great to know that you enjoy this story. So here is the next chapter.

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Hermione had enjoyed having breakfast in bed. The bacon rolls had been excellent. She had been too lost in enjoying her breakfast as that she noticed the wizard by her side studying her.

Draco looked at how the witch next to him was holding her roll while she ate. He observe closely how she pushed her hair back. A smile was playing around the ends of his mouth as he realised, that she was still wearing the same clothed she had worn when he had first got hold of her in Hyde Park. Her back was straight and she held her head high.

He knew she had a lot of courage. She had been brave enough to take on Voldemort with Potter and Weasley for Merlin's sake! Her brains had been the mastermind behind their success. She was smart and she was... gorgeous. Smiling to himself he was only too aware of her gentle, understated beauty. He seriously wondered, that neither Potter nor Weasley had ever seen her as what she truly was, a young woman that should be cherished.

He would do that. He had sworn himself that he would never ever again let himself forget just how lucky he had been that she had talked to him all those weeks ago. Two months of agony that could have been avoided, if she had been by his side when he woke up. She hadn't. In a way he could understand, why she had run. He would have probably done the same thing, if he had been in her place. She had had no reason to believe him to be sincere in his words. He had never been in the past.

He sighed. Now he was responsible for her and their child. Their child. It still made him a bit uneasy knowing that he was going to have a family before he even reached his twentieth year. Though he wasn't going to complain! He would just try to be whatever she needed in the month to come.

A somewhat frightening thought washed over him. What would happen to him and the child, should anything happen to her during childbirth? How safe was that? What would be happening? He felt a cold chill run down his spine. The sooner he read that book she got for him the better! He hated not knowing. For a moment he wondered, if his mother would have been able to sooth his nerves. Being his mother she had to know, what was to be expected.

Then again... Would he really want to ask his mother something this personal? Is father might... he stopped himself right there. His father was a topic that had been sealed under the heading of taboo in this house. His mother never spoke of her husband. He had wondered, if she missed him. If she had once loved him. Perhaps she still did. His parents had always been an unknown quantity for him. Their relationship was nothing he could use as some kind of example as how a loving couple interacted. At best, they had shown him what he wouldn't want to have in his own life in regards to a girlfriend or wife.

He had always known that he would one day have a family, a wife and children. He had known it to be one of his duties to carry on the family line. He never had any problem with the concept as such. To find the right girl to fill the position had been another matter entirely. He had met quite a few pureblooded witches, his parents would have been happy to add to their gene pool. Alas he had never been asked his opinion on any of them, otherwise his parents would have realised early on that it would be not as easy as they thought it would be to find him that special someone.

He grinned. He had managed that all by himself, thank you very much. He had found himself the one girl he knew would make him a happy man. More than happy.

With a large contented smile on his face he sighed happily.

Hermione turned towards him. She smiled back at him.

"You look, as if you have just won the Quidditch World Cup."

He laughed.

"I feel a bit like it, true."

"What were you thinking?"

"That I had always known, I would have a family one day. Though I don't think, I would have fancied doing that with any of the girls my parents would have like me to do it with."

"Oh?"

He reached over and tugged a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"I have found myself the perfect witch for that little endeavour all be myself."

He kissed her temple.

"I found her in a secluded courtyard at the back of a castle all alone and wishing for a prince to rescue her from your loneliness."

"Who said. I was lonely?"

"If you hadn't been, you wouldn't have slipped away from the party. You would have enjoyed yourself with the guy lucky enough to capture your heart."

Thoughtful eyes were looking at him.

"You can be very observant, you know."

"I do. I had a whole year worth of practice."

She smiled.

"What would you have done, if I hadn't slipped out?"

He thought about it for a moment. He wasn't sure. Would he have been brave enough to talk to her in front of everybody? Not very likely. He had been far to afraid of her dismissing him before he had the chance to explain himself.

"I don't know. I was far too nervous to just talk to you. I might have tried to dance with you and then used the opportunity to try and relay my feelings for you."

His hand caressed the back of hers.

"Would you have danced with me?"

Now it was her turn of taking a moment before answering.

"I honestly don't know. I might have done. Just to show you I wasn't afraid of anything you might do or say. To proof that it didn't matter any longer as I would leave for the real world soon and leave you and your vile name calling and childish pranks behind. I would have been trying to convince you that I had a life to look forward to and you didn't."

He felt her words like a knife stabbing right into his heart. He knew, she was right. That would have been exactly what would have happened. He sighed heavily. Thank Merlin he had managed to use that one last chance he had been given to turn his life around for good.

He felt her tender fingers on his face.

"I am glad, that I slipped away. Otherwise I would have never found out what a wonderful person had been hiding underneath that evil mask you had been wearing all those long years."

She kissed his cheek.

"I am really glad I had the courage to be with you that night."

He turned to face her fully.

"I don't want you to ever regret having come with me, Hermione. If I do things wrong, if I say the wrong things, if I hurt you unknowingly, please!, tell me. I don't want to ever do that. I want only one thing for you, to be happy. To be happy to be with me."

"I will, Draco. I know I will."

She smiled before leaning slowly closer.