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The Things You Never Knew
Chapter 1: How the End BeganHalloween was always a happy time for students at Hogwarts. Parties, Hogsmeade trips, everyone celebrated somehow. Sixth and seventh years had the choice of spending Halloween night at school with the younger students or going to Hogsmeade. This was Hermione's first year of being able to choose, but she didn't get a choice for one simple reason. Well actually two, two very annoying, gossiping girls. Lavender and Parvarti refused to allow Hermione to stay at school, hidden in the library.
That was how Hermione found herself sitting in the Three Broomsticks on Halloween night with a group of giggling girls. By 10:00, everyone at the table was so drunk that if Snape had walked in, they would have hit on him. Hermione was closing in on that point, yet still retained some sense of her actions. Since none of the students in Hogsmeade had to be back until noon the next day, Lavender decided to start an out of control version of Dare.
Half an hour later, Parvarti had danced on the bar, Lavender had snogged some guy sitting at another table, a Hufflepuff seventh year girl named Faylinn had done ten shots in five minutes, and everyone had removed one large piece of clothing. Now it was Hermione's turn. Down to her strappy black heels, undergarments, dark jeans, and silky burgundy camisole, she prayed they wouldn't dare her to remove another piece of clothing.
"Hmm, this one has got to be a really good one. It's Hermione after all. How many chances will we get to do this," Lavender said. "Oh, I've got it. This is just the thing for you." Lavender smiled maniacally as she said this. "Oh no, what is it?" Hermione was a bit scared, but was drunk enough that it came out as a giggle. "Hermione Granger, I dare you to go shag that guy at the bar. Upstairs in a private room of course." Lavender pointed to a blond guy at the bar. Hermione blushed slightly but answered, "Okay, I'll do it. Rules?" Lavender smiled and said, "He has to come willingly on his own and no quickies."
"Okay. See ya tomorrow," Hermione said as she walked towards the guy at the bar. There was an empty seat next to him so she sat down. Madame Rosmerta asked if she wanted anything and Hermione told her, "A shot of firewhisky." She hadn't even looked to see who exactly the guy was, but she didn't have to. Draco Malfoy's voice came from the seat next to her saying, "That's some pretty strong liquor for a girl like you. Didn't know you were much of a drinker." Hermione could tell pretty easily that Malfoy was even more drunk than she was. But she was set on not backing out of this dare. She and Malfoy traded small insults and flirtations before the conversation turned a bit darker and Hermione got just enough information out of Malfoy to get him upstairs. He told her how lonely he was most of the time and how no one really cared whether he lived or died. He was alone. She lied and told him she was lonely too and that Harry and Ron really didn't care. Then Malfoy surprised her. He asked Hermione if she would like to go up to his room. He said that by doing this, neither of them would be lonely anymore. Of course, Hermione could tell it was completely bullshit and he just wanted a shag. But at this point both of them were slobbering drunk, so they headed upstairs. Let's just say that Hermione fulfilled the dare, three times, that night.
Hermione woke up the next morning to find herself in a room she didn't recognize, naked in a bed with someone else. Then it all came flooding back to her, the dare, the flirting, the sex. She finally comprehended what she had done, given up her virginity to Draco Malfoy of all people. Coming out of her anxious rambling thoughts, she took notice of just what position she was in. She was completely naked, facing a sleeping naked Draco Malfoy. Her hands and head were resting on his well-toned chest and his right arm, which was holding her pressed to him, was draped around her waist. She started to try wiggling out of bed without waking him up. She hadn't even moved a half-inch when those glittering silver-blue eyes snapped open. She watched as he went through probably the same thought pattern she had moments ago. Apparently though, he was happier with the situation than she was because he smiled at her and, if it was at all possible, pulled her closer to him.
"So what was last night Granger? Because I from my point of view, it was pretty amazing. You were pretty amazing, for a virgin and all." He had to ask her that one question, however simple it might seem to him. In truth, she had no idea what the night before was and she told him so. Then before he could ask her anything else, she got up and quickly ran to the bathroom to take a shower, so she could leave. Needless to say in her haste and state of slight panic, she forgot to lock the door. She had just stepped into the shower when she heard a small squeak and then a thud, of a door opening and closing. She didn't realize it had been the bathroom door until Draco stepped into the shower behind her. As wrong as she knew it was, she let Draco take her again right there in the shower.
An hour and a half later, she finally finished her shower, got dressed and walked back to Hogwarts. She made it up to her dorm without trouble, but when she opened the door, Lavender hit her with a spell before she could do a thing. Hermione asked, "What did you just do? Haven't you given me enough trouble for a while?" Lavender simply smirked and replied, "I'm checking to make sure you went through with the dare." Lavender's smirk changed pretty quickly into a fit of smiles and giggles as a number four briefly flashed upon Hermione's stomach. "Four times! You screwed him four times! In one night! Merlin you're good. No girl I've talked around school has ever been done that. Even the girls who've been with Malfoy and I've done spells to check if they're telling the truth. So who was it anyway?" Hermione's face dropped a little at the mention of Malfoy. She tried to mask it quickly, but Lavender picked up on it. "It was him? You were with Malfoy all night?" Hermione forced a small smile and sadly nodded. Lavender gave her sympathy. Hermione quickly thought of something. "You aren't going to tell anyone, are you Lavender? Please don't. I don't want people to know. Ever." Lavender looked at Hermione's pleading face, promised, and asked one thing. "Before we head down to lunch, I want to know something Hermione. You give it up to him, didn't you? It didn't feel like just a one night stand for you?" Once again, Hermione sadly shook her head.
Lunch was little better. While Lavender sat next to Hermione for emotional support and glanced at the other girls from the night before to tell them to back off, Harry and Ron were another problem. They came in a few minutes after Lavender and Hermione and sat down across from the pair. Both were caked in mud from Quidditch practice. While Ron was busy with his food and stuffing his face, Harry was not too busy to notice a change in Hermione's behavior. "Is everything alright, 'Mione?" Harry asked gently, although he could tell it was not. Hermione smiled bravely and told him, "It's nothing I won't get over in time. Just give me a while to sort things out. I'll be fine. A week from now, you won't even remember this." After a look from Lavender telling him she would be fine, Harry sighed and simply said, "Alright, but you know I'm always here if you need anything." Hermione smiled a real smile for the first time that day.
As Hermione had said, a month passed and she pushed Halloween out of her mind and focused on other things. December 1st came around and that morning Ginny came into the Great Hall for breakfast and sat down next to Hermione facing the Slytherin table. She had an expression on her face that clearly said to any girl, 'I'm in pain, but I can easily work around it.' Hermione asked the poor girl what was the matter and Ginny's whispered reply was, "Oh it's nothing to worry about, just some seriously heinous menstrual cramps." Hermione let it go, but realized something. Two weeks before Halloween, now six weeks later and …oh Merlin, she was six weeks late on her period. How had she forgotten? With those thoughts in her mind, Hermione quickly glanced at the Slytherin table right next to the one she sat at. She just wanted to see if Draco, wait since when did I start calling him Draco, was there. She found him facing her direction and talking and laughing with his friend Blaise Zambini. Unfortunately for Hermione, Draco caught her eye for the first time since Halloween. He smiled at her, then went back to his conversation with Zambini.
Hermione jumped up and, without a word to Ginny, walked out of the Great Hall. Little did she know a pair of startling silver-blue eyes watched her leave. As soon as the doors closed behind her, she ran as fast as she could to the nearest bathroom, into a cubicle, and threw up. She went to a sink and washed her face. Then she sat down and cried. She was pregnant. Hermione had no doubt of it. She cried for herself, for her lost dreams, for the unknowing father of her child, but most of all, Hermione cried for the small life that was growing inside of her. She had no idea what to do. She was sixteen; she wasn't ready to be a mother. And Draco Malfoy was definitely not father material. What would he do when he found out? What would the professors and her parents do? Hermione knew what she had to do. Her number one job now was not to worry about herself; it was to care for her child. First, Hermione had to go to Madame Pomfrey. She refused to risk her baby's health to protect her reputation. Also, she would have to tell Professor Dumbledore and her parents. As for Draco, Hermione had no intention of telling him. Let him live a better life than she would have. As much as she hated to admit it, she had come to care for Draco very much that night they spent together. But what his father would say if he found out was the most frightening thing of all.
Hermione made it to the Hospital Wing without any more sickness. She sat down in a chair to wait for Madame Pomfrey to finish with her other patients. Madame Pomfrey's first comment to Hermione when she made it over was, "What are you doing here, Miss Granger? You look fine and you haven't had any recent problems for me to check up on." Hermione just continued to look sad and asked if they could speak privately in Madame Pomfrey's office. Madame Pomfrey agreed and when Hermione revealed the reason behind her visit, it is an understatement to say she was surprised. She insisted upon a full check-up of the situation. She led Hermione to a bed and drew the curtains. She performed a spell which confirmed the situation. "Since you're already a month along, I will just go ahead and add in the monthly check-up with this. Would you like to know the sex of your child Miss Granger?" Hermione was confused and asked, "Can't you only tell after three months?" Madame Pomfrey explained, "It's magic dear. We can tell after only a week." Hermione agreed and, lifting up her shirt to reveal her stomach once more, she watched as Madame Pomfrey's spell caused a blue spot and a second pink spot to appear low on her abdomen. This caused a look of surprise to appear on Madame Pomfrey's face. "My dear, you're carrying twins. A boy and a girl." Hermione blacked out for a moment. When she revived, Madame Pomfrey sent her up to Dumbledore's office with a letter detailing her condition.
Hermione slowly walked up to Dumbledore's office, avoiding the hallways that were frequently used. With it being a Hogsmeade Saturday, everyone who wasn't in the village was outside playing in the snow. Hermione never went to Hogsmeade any more, especially after Halloween. She made it to Dumbledore's office and gave the gargoyle the password of 'Fizzing Whizbees'. Politely, she knocked on the door and heard Professor Dumbledore call her inside. Her stomach was in knots as she sat down and handed Dumbledore the letter. He read through it, laid it on his desk, looked over his half-moon spectacles, and asked her one question, "What do you wish to do Miss Granger?" Hermione had a few ideas, but one stuck out from the rest. "I will not get rid of my children, adoption or otherwise. I'm going to take care of them myself. The father is not in the picture. If it means I must drop out of school, or am expelled, so be it. But they stay with me." Dumbledore nodded, "Miss Granger, I can see that you will be up to the task and will be able to handle it. No you shall not be expelled, though if you wish, you may leave. But might I inquire as to the father of your unborn children?" Seeing no further use in not telling the professor anything he wished to know, Hermione said, "The father is Draco Malfoy. I'm sure of that. He's the only one. But I don't want him or anyone else to know. He can do much better without having to know about any of this. As for the rest of the year, I have figured something out. I know of spells to change appearances, I'll use one until the end of the year to hide my condition. The rest of the professors don't need to know. The babies aren't due until the end of July, so that won't interfere with any of my classes. I will be writing to my parents this afternoon to tell them." Dumbledore gave a small, sad smile and told her, "It seems you have most of this thought out, which is very good. But I do disagree with you on the matter of young Mister Malfoy. I have noticed changes in his behavior since Halloween and I believe that he would accept this quite openly. Well not with the grace and dignity you have shown so far, but after some time to think, I believe he could help you. At least during next school year." Hermione gasped, "Next school year, I hadn't thought about that. What will I do the two of them next year? I can't very well keep them in the dorm with Lavender and Parvarti. The whole school would know the next morning." Dumbledore said, "Calm Miss Grange, calm. I shall sort something out for next year. For the rest of this year, keep up your grades and your health. I want you to see Poppy once every month and use that useful little charm you mentioned. Go run along. I'm sure you have much to do."
