Oh my goodness guys, it's here! (:

I hereby introduce you to the sequel of An Aberration: Ab Inito (which is Latin for 'From the Beginning') you'll see later why this is the title.

It's the holidays here, so I hope to write a chapter everyday. I might not post that often, but I'll try and atleast write them all so I don't get behind.

So without further ado, enjoy! (:


Chapter One.

Awkwardness and Relief.

Draco Malfoy

You lift my feet off the ground, you spin me around.
You make me crazier, crazier.
Feels like I'm falling and I, I'm lost in your eyes.
You make me crazier, crazier, crazier.

Crazier – Taylor Swift.

The hospital was in total pandemonium. There had been a large car crash and there were so many patients filing in that the noise escalated to high. I felt even more panicked as the doctors stayed Hermione's room and didn't come out.

Harry, Ron and Ginny were sitting adjacent to me and each sipping something warm, but I refused it because I wasn't sure if my stomach could hold anything at all.

The doctor walked out slowly, his face a mask of calm. He was fiddling with his hands, and we all sat on the edges of our seats, waiting for the news. Then he smiled.

"She's fine. She'll be awake soon and the baby is still safety inside her, no damage done at all."

A feeling burst inside of me – a mixture of joy, hope, love and relief. I jumped up and danced around with everyone else. I turned and started to hug Potter, but my euphoria wore off.

"Awkward…," I said.

The Weasel laughed at me, but I didn't have the heart to care. Hermione was fine. Hermione was going to be okay. Hermione was still going to be the mother of our child.

And those thoughts were the only ones I needed.

Her eyes were shut, the soft lids barely fluttering every few minutes or so. I wondered when she would wake up and thought about how it would feel – ecstatic – and how great it would to maybe just get our lives back on track – stop that rollercoaster.

"She's beautiful," came my mother's voice from behind me.

"I know."

"You're so different, you know that don't you Draco? It's almost as if she's changed you, softened you a bit."

I smiled, "She does tend to do that to me. It's wonderful."

"You're very lucky to have her, her parents are such dears. They had so much struggle when they found out she was magical and Hermione hid them in Australia while the war was going on."

"Really?" I asked, I hadn't heard of that.

"Yes, she performed advanced magic and alternated their memories so they would be blissfully ignorant while she was miles away, fighting for her life.

"She went back and reversed it, of course. I believe that she would've missed them terribly, don't you think?"

I tried to imagine what it would be like having a mother who knew nothing of me and shuddered, it was hard, "That would be very tolling on her. She's so brave, Hermione. My Gryffindor lioness."

My mother smiled at me softly. When Potter and Weasley walked in a few minutes later she quietly excused herself, kissing my head. Yes, it would be hard without her around.

"Thank-you," Potter said.

"For what?"

"For saving her, for being with her and-and, for making her happy."

The Weasel said nothing.

"No problem," I said.

The air was slightly cool between us, but nothing less was expected after all that we had been through, between Hogwarts house rivalries and even more serious war rivalries. It was always Light vs. Dark, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. It was always Potter vs. Malfoy, Good Boy vs. Bad Boy.

"I'm sorry," the Weasel grunted.

"What?"

"I'm sorry for what I did to her."

"Well tell her that, not me."

"I-I didn't know you had changed. I was trying to protect her."

I sighed; I couldn't deny that, "Ur, thanks Weasel."

"No problem ferret," he smiled.

I rolled my eyes.

Grey eyes met brown and I smiled softly, watching as recognition appeared on her face. I reached and grasped her hand, smiling.

"Draco," she whispered, "Sorry for slipping."

I just laughed.

"Wh-wha…," she trailed off, looking away.

"Everything's fine," I reassured her, "The baby's fine. Our son is fine."

She smiled – and it was the most beautiful thing in the world. And then, at that exact moment, I realized that we would be okay, no mattered what came at us. We had a fortress around us, built of trust and strength.

And maybe I knew that this wasn't really over yet.


I know it's short, but it had to end there.

Review, please! (: Ah, I missed this.

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