#im writing redemption but also lurking!!!!! i am actully going to finish lurking so!!!!

[meowmerson]

Tomione! Tom's reaction to the unexpected pregnancy of Hermione!:)

She wanted to wait until the right moment.

This was delicate news, this was potentially life-changing, this was not something to just blurt out at any random moment. She had a whole plan. He would come over, they would sit down, she would start by telling him that she doesn’t expect anything out of him and she has some news and it might be good or it might be bad but she’s made up her mind and he can make up his, too, and–

Well, it really doesn’t matter what her speech is. It doesn’t happen.

“What do you mean you’re not coming over?”

“Hermione.” Tom said tiredly over the phone, “I can see you this weekend.”

“This weekend?” She echoed, “Tom, it’s Monday.”

“Exactly.” He said shortly, “And I’m busy–”

“No, you told me you were coming over–”

“Is there something wrong?” He asked. “Are you dying? Because you can tell me over the phone these are your last–”

“Do not,” She snapped, “Get sarcastic with me, Tom, this is serious.”

“What is it?” He asked. She was somewhat gratified to hear that he at least sounded a little bit concerned. She hesitated.

“I can’t tell you over the phone.” She said.

He sighed. “I–one second.” After that it was muffled voices, and she knew he had the cell phone pressed against his chest while he spoke to someone else, probably that arsehole Malfoy or one of his other countless, obnoxious friends. 

“I have to go.” His voice returned.

“Tom, no, don’t hang up yet–wait!” She looked at her phone and saw that he had already done so. Frustrated she threw her hands up and glowered at her phone screen, “I’m pregnant, you arsehole!”

There was a thump. She looked up and Lavender Brown stood at her open bedroom door staring at her with wide, wide eyes, an open beer at her feet and spilling out onto the carpet. 

“Oh, hell,” Hermione groaned.

–

“So you’re…you know?” Ron asked. Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Lavender were all sat down in their living room, everyone staring at her in either shock or fear or, in Lavender’s case, wonder. 

“Stop touching me,” Hermione snapped and slapper Lavenders hand away from her stomach for the fifth time. “Yes, Ron, I’m pregnant–”

“Ugh,” Ron recoiled, “Stop saying that.”

“I am pregnant–” He made another noise of disgust, louder this time, “Ronald, I am pregnant! I have a fucking fetus in my uterus, you git–”

“Okay.” Harry intervened, “Did you…tell–”

“No.” Hermione sulked. Everyone just looked at her for a moment, so she elaborated, “I was going to tell him tonight, but he canceled.”

“Can I feel it kick–”

“Lavender I’m one week pregnant, at best, even if I wanted you touching me you wouldn’t feel anything–”

“Hey, lay off of her–”

“Ugh!” Hermione stands abruptly, pacing around the room, “I’m sorry, Lavender, I just don’t want to be touched right now.”

“Are you keeping it?” Lavender asked, seemingly unbothered. “The baby,” She clarified, as if Hermione didn’t know exactly what she was talking about.

Hermione hesitated. “Yes,” She said, “I think…Yeah. I want to.” It was very quiet now. “I want to keep it.”

For a long moment they all just stared at her, until Lavender jumped up from the couch squealing.

“Can I be the godmother?” She cried, “I call dibs. Ginny can go fuck herself–”

“Hey!” Harry piped up, but was ignored.

“Dibs on Godfather!” Ron said, high-fiving Lavender.

“Hey!” Harry cried again.

“No one in this room is going to be the god-anything if you don’t stop pissing me off!”

“Whoa,” Ron leaned back in his chair, a shit-eating grin on his face, “Pregnancy hormones. Mood swings. I remember this from my mom with Gin.”

“You do not, you were one year old.”

“Hey Harry, shut up.”

“Everybody, shut up!” Hermione cried, “Tom doesn’t even know yet, we’ve never even talked about whether or not we’re in a serious relationship–”

“Seriously?” Harry asked, scrunching up his nose, “You’ve been together a year.”

Hermione ignored him. “–And now I have to tell him that I am somehow pregnant with his child, he’s being a stubborn arsehole and won’t see me until this weekend, I’m freaking out, and none of you are helping!”

Lavender, who was already standing, quickly moved over to pull Hermione into an awkward, consoling hug, followed closely by Harry and Ron. “Hey,” Ron was the first to speak, “Don’t worry. If that arsehole breaks your heart I’ll break his arms.” 

“Ron, Tom would crush you.” Hermione sighed.

“That lanky twat? Please.”

“Why don’t you just go to him?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know where he is.”

“He’s at that stupid Malfoy charity event thing.” Harry said. Hermione pushed away from the group hug and stared at Harry incredulously.

“He canceled on me,” She clarified, “For a charity event with the Malfoy’s?”

Harry shrugged, obviously not seeing the big deal, “Draco told me that his cousin was pretty keen on Tom going, so–”

“I can’t believe it,” Hermione muttered, turning away and making her way to her bedroom, taking the steps of their town house two at a time and stripping her pajama pants off as she went, grabbing a pair of jeans off a hanger and pulling them on, jumping into them and nearly tripping over herself in her haste. “I told him it was important!” She called behind her, pulling off her dirty t-shirt and pulling on a clean blouse, “I told him it was serious and he hung up on me, and he’s schmoozing at a goddamn charity event?”

“Schmoozing?” Someone called after her. 

“If it was something important maybe I could understand, but the Malfoy’s.” She pulled her boots on and picked up her purse, stomping toward the front door. “He ditched me for the Malfoy’s–”

“Alright I know I suggested this,” Harry said hesitantly, “But maybe you should actually…not go find him.”

Hermione ignored him, grabbed the keys, and slammed the door shut.

–

Hermione parked down the road from the Malfoy’s frankly disgustingly huge manor, and texted Draco.

Hermione: 

I need you to get me inside your house.

Hermione:

I’m outside.

He texted back.

Draco:

???????????

Hermione:

Draco I will tell Harry that you refused to help me.

Draco:

You’re a fucking goddamn bitch but you’re lucky I’m bored af

Hermione:

Are you coming to get me???

Draco:

Yea

She pocketed her phone. 

It took him fifteen minutes–which was really far longer than it should take–but he came walking up the road that let to his gated front entrance soon enough, smoking a cigarette and dodging out of her grasp when she reached for it to throw it away. 

“I am helping you,” He sniffed, “I am helping you. I’m allowed a cigarette for the trauma.”

“Put it out,” She snapped, “I don’t want to breathe it in.”

“What’s the big deal anyway?” He asked, ignoring her command, “You avoid these things like the plague, normally.”

“I’m never invited.” She pointed out, “There’s nothing to avoid.”

He shrugged. “You’re dodging the question.”

She didn’t answer.

“Here to see Riddle?”

“What do you care?”

“I’m bored.” He whined like a child, “I hate these fucking things and everyone keeps asking me when I’ll get a girlfriend. I don’t know how many different ways I can say I’m gay.”

“Hm.”

Draco got her in. At the look she received from the man checking people in at the door, Draco put his arm around her and said, “Don’t worry Snape, this hideous troll is my date.” Snape scowled at the two of them but rolled his eyes and let them pass. She was horrifically underdressed, but she wasn’t here to sip wine and trade niceties with people she secretly hated, she just needed to find Tom and get on with it.

Draco offered her champagne while she was looking around the room for Tom. She shook her head.

Draco furrowed his brow, leaned in close to her face and hissed, “Are you pregnant?”

“What?” She snapped, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to the side of the room, panicked that someone overheard. It didn’t really matter if they did, no one knew her here, but her anxieties about telling Tom were getting to her. “What the hell, Malfoy–”

“Oh my god.”

“How did you even–how did you guess?”

“Why would you ever turn down Champagne at something like this?” He said as if it was obvious. “You’re number one priority would be to get drunk just to handle every self-serving bastard with a superiority-complex in here.”

“Draco–”

“Thats why you need to find Riddle?” He looked far too excited. Hermione scowled. “Oh my god, this evening just got so exciting. You’re carrying his spawn and he doesn’t know?”

“Malfoy, stop it,” She made to move around him, but he pulled her back.

“Can I be there when you tell him?” He asked through a grin, “Do you think he’ll faint?”

“Draco Malfoy, I will tell Harry that you have an album of pictures of him on your phone if you don’t let go of me right now–”

He snatched his hand back, sneering, “I do not have–”

“There he is.” Hermione interrupted, seeing Tom across the room talking to an older man she didn’t know. She started to move toward him, but Draco grabbed her arm and hauled her back. 

“Don’t tell Harry I have an album of him–I don’t have an album of him in my phone. Who told you that?”

“Draco.”

“I don’t have any pictures of him on my phone–”

“Draco.”

In her argument with Draco, she didn’t notice Tom catch sight of her from across the room, nor did she notice when he hurriedly crossed the length of the room to make his way toward her. She didn’t notice until he seized Draco’s wrist and twisted his hand away from her, shoving him up against the bar. There was a clatter of glasses disturbed from the impact but nothing fell or broke. 

Hermione reached out and grabbed Tom’s arm, hurriedly tugging him away from Draco who at this point looked terrified. The room had gone much quieter, not silent, but quiet enough that Hermione knew a large amount of people were watching. “Tom, stop–” She said quietly.

Tom let go of Malfoy after glaring him down for a moment and then turned and held her arm, pulling up her sleeve as if expecting a mark from where Malfoy was holding her. She just watched him in silence, and when he met her eyes he had gone from worry to annoyance. “What are you doing here?”

“I have something to tell you.”

“It couldn’t wait?” He asked quietly.

“No, Tom.” She said firmly. “It can’t. 

“Then tell me.” He said. She opened her mouth, hesitated, then shut it again. 

“I want to tell you in private.”

Tom sighed through his nose, then cast his eyes around the room. People were desperately attempting to look involved in their own business while still keeping their eye on the two of them. “I need you to go.” He said quietly when he looked down at Hermione again.

“Why?” She demanded, “Embarrassed to be seen with me?” He rolled his eyes, and truthfully she had only said it to be petty, her second guess was far more likely, “Or does being seen with someone like me put a wrench in your plan to manipulate whoever it is here you think is going to be useful to you–”

“Hermione.” Tom warned. 

“I know I’m being difficult.” She admitted, “I know it, but this is–I need ot tell you this, Tom, and–” Tom glanced away again, and she followed his eyes to the old man he was speaking to earlier. he was staring over at them, but there was another young man there, too, one she hadn’t seen before. A young man who looked exceedingly angry.

“Abraxas Malfoy.” She muttered. Tom looked at her. “Have you been flirting with Abraxas Malfoy?” Tom clenched his jaw. “Oh my god, Tom–”

“For purely business purposes.”

“Obviously I know that,” She snapped, “You haven’t expressed an interesting in even friendship with anyone outside of me the entire time I’ve known you–”

“Then you won’t mind if I let him think we’re breaking up.” 

“Tom.”

“Go home.” He told her, uncharacteristically soft for a moment, “I’ll come after, if you want. But I need you to go home and let me do this.”

She clenched her jaw and said nothing. On one hand, she got a promise form him that he would come after this stupid charity event, but the selfish part of her wanted him to just leave with her now so she could just tell him. She didn’t say yes, didn’t even nod, but she didn’t stop him either when he squeezed her arm once and pulled away, made his way back to the two across the room.

He got about five feet before she lost all self control and blurted, “I’m pregnant.”

Tom stopped moving. He didn’t even turn around. The whole room wasn’t quiet, there were too many people who didn’t give a shit anymore, but the people near the two of them were now unabashedly staring at the two of them. When Tom finally turned, his expression was completely closed off.

“I’m pregnant.” She repeated, softer this time, more final, less panicked. He didn’t move, only stared at her. It felt like an eternity, standing there staring at him trying to gauge his reaction and getting nothing, before he finally moved. His expression didn’t change, but he moved quickly toward her, grabbing her arm and all but dragging her out of the room, past Snape at the door, until it was just the two of them in the courtyard of the Malfoy Manor.

He still didn’t speak. 

“I should have waited to tell you,” She admitted, “But I couldn’t.”

He met her eyes with an intensity that seemed out of place on his otherwise blank face. She tried to get a read for what he was thinking by the look of his eyes alone but it was an impossibly feat, and she didn’t know what to say. 

He stepped forward, stopped briefly, then came close enough to touch her, one hand pressing against the small of her back and the other on her waist, the base of his palm pressed against her stomach. “It’s only a few weeks at most, you won’t feel anything–” She started.

“Sh.” He cut her off shortly. She paused, but didn’t stop talking completely. Instead she reached up and cupped his face, making him look at her instead of at her stomach.

“I can’t tell what you’re thinking–please tell me what you’re thinking.”

He said nothing. His jaw was twitching wildly like he might be grinding his teeth. Hermione sighed through her nose. 

“Okay,” She said, “I had a speech for this.” She dropped her hands to his shoulders as she started, “I don’t expect anything from you.” She told him firmly. “I’ve made up my mind. I want to keep it. But if you don’t, then I won’t make you–”

“Stop.” He interrupted, ignoring her when she scrunched her nose up and glared at him for cutting her off, “Are you sure?”

“I’m…” His face was still irritatingly blank, but he was watching her closely like he was drinking in every word she spoke, “I haven’t gone to the doctor yet but I’ve taken six different tests and they all came out positive.” He still just stared. “I’m sure I want to keep it, if that’s what you’re asking.”

It was quiet for a moment. “I don’t know–”

“Neither do I.” She interrupted, “But I…I still want to.”

It was quiet for a long time. Then he lifted his hands from her waist to cup her jaw, and when he kissed her it was firm and a bit rough and a bit desperate, his fingers digging into the back of her neck. When he stopped to speak, he didn’t pull away, just spoke against her lips.

“I still have to go back in and tell Abraxas Malfoy that I broke up with you.”

Hermione laughed, “You’re going to tell him you dumped your pregnant girlfriend?”

“He’ll eat it up.” He said. 

He did go back in, and when she pulled her phone out to update Harry, Ron, and Lavender about what had happened, she already had a message waiting for her.

Draco:

I do not have photos of potter on my phone, and I hope he tells you to get an abortion you miserable bitch.

Hermione:

Hm, I wonder who harry will believe. me or you.

Draco:

You are evil!!!! your child will be the spawn of satan!!!

She didn’t end up texting Harry that Malfoy had pictures of him. Instead she sent a group text to her housemates on her way to her car to head home.

Tom is temporarily forgiven for being an arsehole, also Draco is going to be the godmother and godfather. Sorry :/

Harry: 

what.

Ron:

Hermione what the hell

Lavender:

congratulations and also fuck you!!!!!!!!

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