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Prologue
It was supposed to be the most romantic day of her life. But it wasn't. The one day that would bind her and Ron together forever, but as fate would have it, she was robbed of that special memory. Hermione Granger sat on the grass, her white wedding dress spread around her like a shimmering pool. The day was too bright and sunny for her mood. The birds sung songs too happy for her pleasure.
How could she have been so stupid? How could she have slept with another man just weeks before she and Ron were to be married? Sure, it was when they were fighting, nearly calling off the wedding. Hermione had been vulnerable and he had been there...What was she thinking?! He was her worst enemy, merely taking advantage of her. And now, she was pregnant. With Draco Malfoy's child.
After Ron had found out that Hermione was pregnant he left. He never asked who the father was. He knew it wasn't his because they had never slept together promising each other they'd wait until after they were married. Hermione didn't want anyone to know who the father was. But Malfoy deserved to know.
So after what seemed like hours, Hermione pushed herself up from the ground and returned inside to change out of her now useless wedding gown. Once back in jeans and a red tank top she Apparated to Malfoy Manor.
Once standing outside the house, she began to have second thoughts. Why should she tell him? He wouldn't care. But she didn't listen to the voice inside her head telling her to go home and knocked on the door.
"May I help you?" She was greeted by a pale, blonde woman who she assumed to be Malfoy's mother.
Regaining her composure, she spoke, trying desperately to keep her voice from shaking, "Hi, is Mal-Draco home?"
"Yes he is, come on in."
She waited nervously as Mrs. Malfoy went to fetch Malfoy for her. What was she going to say to him?
"What do you want, Granger?" No, this wasn't the same person she had slept with. This was the same Draco Malfoy the she'd always known. Cruel and uncaring. "Well?"
"Malfoy...I have something to tell you..." she began slowly, "Remember that night...earlier this month?" He nodded knowingly. "Well something happened that night..."
"Just get to the point, Granger," he snapped, clearly irritated.
"Malfoy, I'm pregnant!" she whispered, "With your child."
For a moment he just stood there staring at her, his face expressionless.
"Get out," he said quietly, but firmly.
"Malfoy..."
"I said get out!" he said again louder, fire in his grey eyes.
She left knowing that she should never have come.
