A/N: Hi! This is the first part of a three (maybe four) part story. Please read, review, etc. And also, English is not my first language, so if any of you finds some God-awful errors, please, point them out, because I'm not always able to catch them myself. I hope you'll enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I'm just borrowing the charachters and having my way with them.

"No, no, no. This isn't happening." Hermione whispered to herself, sitting on the bathroom floor, gripping the vial of the pregnancy test potion, now turned bright red, in her hand. "How on Earth did it even happen?" she thought. They were of course using contraceptive spells.

"How?" she whispered once again, before letting her head rest on the wall behind her. There she was, Hermione Granger, the witch who had sex whole three times before being knocked up.

"Oh, Merlin! I'm gonna be an aunt!" Ginny squealed in excitement. Hermione frowned.

"Gin, stop it," she said quietly.

"You're not happy about this," the redhead pointed out.

"Of course I'm not happy about this. I'm nineteen for Merlin's sake! I'm not even out of Hogwarts yet!" Hermione snapped at her friend.

"But you're graduating in a little more than three weeks. You're not far along, nobody will figure out a thing. You'll pass all of your exams with flying colours and then embrace the motherhood. How about that?" Ginny tried to cheer the girl up.

"I guess you're right. But I still need to break the news to him. And I'm not excited about that part at all." Hermione pouted.

"How far along are you anyway?" Ginny asked, scooting closer to her friend. The smile she had glued to her freckled face made her look like a crazy person.

"I figure I must be about nine or ten weeks. I didn't even noticed skipping my last period. It only occurred to me yesterday, when I discovered I was a week late." Hermione let out a sigh and collapsed onto the bed they were sitting on. How is it possible, she didn't notice? People were calling her the brightest witch of her age, and yet, she was oblivious to what has been happening inside her own body for far too long.

Draco Malfoy froze. It didn't happen often, he almost always knew what to do or say, but that… That was something else. He sat up in his bed and put the potions book on his nightstand. His eyes widened slightly, as he kept listening to the argument, that was currently taking place in the common room of the Head Boy and Girl quarters. He was not eavesdropping. He didn't have to, with all the yelling.

"Are you fucking crazy?! I don't want kids yet!'' the Weasel screamed.

'"Me neither, but it's kind of already done'' Granger wasn't screaming, unlike Weasley, but her voice was slowly growing louder and stronger.

"No! We used the spells. It can't be!", the boy kept yelling.

"There's always a slim chance they won't work and…"

"We used the spells! There's no fucking way it's mine!'', Weasley cut Granger off. 'Oh no. That was stupid, mate', Draco thought, rising an eyebrow.

"Are you insinuating that I slept with someone other than you?", the girl said in a steady tone. Draco already knew, that was the first sign of her fury bubbling over. She had the tendency to appear calm and collected just before she blew up with anger.

"You must have. Otherwise you wouldn't be pregnant!", Weasel kept screaming.

"Well, Ronald, for your information, no, I never cheated on you. That's your thing", Granger was almost growling. Draco could only imagine the look on her face right now. There was no way in Hell he would leave the safety of his room right now. Not when Granger was that pissed off.

Weasley ignored his girlfriend's words and simply stated:

"I want nothing to do with that baby! Nothing!"

"Then get the fuck out! We're done here!", now she started yelling.

"What, you're breaking up with me?", Weasley sounded truly outraged. 'Stupid git', Malfoy thought.

"OUT!", Granger didn't even sound like herself anymore. Draco didn't head Weasel's response, but he did hear the loud bang that accompanied closing the hidden door to their quarters with a lot more force, than was needed.

Draco heard Granger sob through the wall. It's been four hours. At first he kind of just felt bad for her. She did, after all, end up knocked up and without a boyfriend. But now he started growing irritated. As much as he hated admitting that, Granger was brilliant, she can handle anything life throws at her. And Weasley is simply an idiot. She's better off without him. And yet, she was still crying in her room, which prevented him from getting his sleep.

With a growl, he rolled of his bed, swung open his door and started banging on hers.

"Granger! I can't sleep when you're sobbing like that!"

The door to Granger's room opened slowly and she poked her head out.

"Sorry", she said in between sniffles.

Suddenly Draco felt bad about his behaviour.

"It's… I… I heard…", he couldn't find words. He simply had no idea what to say right now.

"What do you want?", Granger growled, angry at him all of the sudden. "What, you want to make fun of me? Oh, lookie here, Granger got knocked up and dumped, what a treat!". By the time she finished that sentence she was bawling again and sliding to the floor. She covered her face with her hands and it sounded like she was hyperventilating.

"Fuck", Draco hissed quietly. "Granger, stop that. It's gonna be fine. Besides, he's not worth it", he tried calming her down, while getting to his knees and patting her on the shoulder. He had no idea how to deal with a situation like this.

"Get up, Granger. I'll Floo the elves for some tea and ice-cream", he stood up, but she was still sitting on the floor. He peeled her hands off of her face and made her stand up. "Up we go!", he turned her around, led her to their common room and sat her on the couch.

She was sitting there quietly, with her knees pulled up to her chin. Draco sighed and grabbed a handful of the Floo powder to call the kitchen.

Hermione was spooning ice-cream into her face. 'Comfort food is the best remedy for everything, right?', she thought. Malfoy was watching her carefully. He was probably scared she would start crying again. It was peculiar. Draco Malfoy helping her through a break-down. Though it did feel nice to have someone sitting beside her right now.

"Why'd you think I wanted to make fun of you?", he asked suddenly. Hermione looked at him, puzzled.

"Isn't that what you do?", she answered with a question.

"Not anymore. I thought we made that clear. Shit, Granger, you seriously think that little of me?", his brows furrowed.

"You are an asshole", Hermione tried to smile, but it was not convincing at all.

"Yeah, but I'm not the kind of an asshole that bullies his pregnant roommate", Malfoy ran his long, slender fingers through his platinum blond hair. He was clearly agitated. "Or the kind of an asshole that would accuse the most prude girl in this fucking school of cheating."

He looked Hermione in the eyes and awaited her reaction. She ignored him and finished eating her tub of ice-cream. Malfoy remained silent until Hermione was done, but as soon as she was, he started talking again:

"Why did you put up with this idiot for that long anyway? I thought you were supposed to be smart."

That sentence hit the sore spot in Hermione's mind. She indeed was supposed to be the smart one. And at this particular moment she didn't feel smart at all. Her eyes started to tear up and before she knew it, she was sobbing into her hands yet again that night.

Malfoy groaned, as if he was annoyed by her state. And then Hermione suddenly felt him hugging her tightly. She froze at the unexpected contact, but he just started running his hand up and down her back in a calming motion.

"W-What are you doing?", Hermione breathed.

"Hugging you, stupid," Malfoy answered in a matter-of-factly tone.

"But why?" She untangled herself from his arms. He send her a confused look.

"Well, you seem to be going through some difficult shit, that's why." He quickly ran his hand through his hair again.

"But we're not friends. We do not like each other, Malfoy." Hermione felt like she had to spell that out for him.

"True. But I do feel that I owe you," said the Slytherin, looking at his hands.

Draco perfectly remembered the first time he had one of his post-war nightmares in the new quarters. Usually his screaming would wake him up, but that night was different. It wasn't his screams that pulled him out of the nightmare, but Granger's soft voice.

"Malfoy. Malfoy, it's okay. Calm down . It's fine. It's okay, Draco," she kept talking to him quietly. When she touched his arm he woke up, sitting up, startled. Granger yelped and he heard a distinctive smack, when her body met the floor. Fuck, he pushed her.

"Shit! I'm sorry, Granger." He jumped out of his bed and offered her his hand. She blinked twice, surprised, and then hesitantly took Draco's hand. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, but as soon as she was back on her feet, she hissed with pain.

"Did you bruise your bum, Granger?" Draco asked, sending her his signature smirk. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"No. I think I twisted my ankle." She tried limping to the door, but he steered her towards his bed.

"Sit. I have something for that," Draco said and opened the bottom drawer of his nightstand, looking for the healing creme. When he found it and turned back to the Gryffindor, he found the image before him extremely amusing. She was clearly very uncomfortable. It looked like she was trying to touch as little of his bed's surface as possible, while sitting on it.

Draco also sat on the bed, facing Granger and said:

"Give it."

"What?" she squeaked, shocked.

"Give me your leg. I've done this many times. Slytherins can be rough during the Quidditch practice." Granger's eyes went wide. "I know what I'm doing. Besides, I'm the one that pushed you."

She finally moved towards him a little and straightened her left leg on the bed. Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed her foot, propping her ankle on his thigh. She squirmed a little when he tugged her.

"Sorry," the boy murmured, then took some of the healing creme and started massaging it into Granger's ankle.

They sat in silence for a few moments. Draco working the creme into the Gryffindor's ankle, and her watching him carefully.

"I'm not gonna bite you, you know," the boy finally spoke, seizing his massage and looked the girl in the eyes.

"You're different,"she said quietly, keeping the eye contact. She looked like she was trying to figure out a difficult puzzle.

"Meaning?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You're talking to me, touching me and you're being nice to me. And not once did I see that disgusted look on your face, while you did those things," she answered, her voice even more quiet.

Draco's face suddenly fell. He looked away from her and took a deep breath.

"You know, Granger, it turns out it is a lot easier to see things as they truly are without my demented father putting ideas in my head," the blonde said slowly, still avoiding her eyes.

"Is it now?" Draco felt her staring at him. He knew he would have to get over himself and do the right thing sooner or later, but he hoped the moment would happen rather later than sooner. But here they were, talking. The words just fell uncontrollably from his mouth:

"I'm sorry Granger. I'm so fucking sorry for all the things I said and did to you. I know you hate me for it and I would hate me too. And I know you'll never forgive me but…"

"I forgive you," she cut him off. His head snapped back to her and their eyes met.

"What?" He must have misheard her, right?

"I forgive you, Malfoy. You were just a stupid kid," she said calmly.

"Are you serious?" He knit his eyebrows. He didn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yeah. I mean, you're still pretty stupid, but it appears to me that you're no longer a kid," Granger shrugged her shoulders and Draco snickered at her comment. "And I don't really hate you. You're just an unlikable asshole. You clearly have your moments," she pointed at her leg resting on the Slytherin's thigh "but still unlikable," she finished.

"Thanks. For not hating me," Draco send her a smirk. "And also for waking me up."

"What was it about? The nightmare," Granger asked.

"Oh, you know, the usual. Voldemort. People dying and being tortured," she suddenly yanked her leg back from his lap and quickly got up.

"Fuck. Sorry. I didn't mean…" Draco tried to explain, but she cut him off:

"It's fine. I'm just tired. Thanks for the creme," she started limping towards the door, but stopped and still facing away from him, she asked:

"How often do you have those nightmares?"

"Pretty often," he answered. She just nodded her head and left his room without a word.

Since then, every time he had one of his nightmares she would wake him. She was probably doing it, so that she wouldn't have to listen to his awful screams, but Draco liked to think she was doing it for him. He was egocentric like that.

Hermione was feeling nauseous. She was also starving. Torn between the two, she slowly made her way to the Great Hall for breakfast. She had to stop a few times, because she honestly thought she would have to vomit in a broom closet. Luckily she didn't. Hermione was about to enter the Great Hall when Ginny darted out of the door, grabbed her hand and pulled her out to the hallway.

"Gin, what are you…" Hermione started, but Ginny cut her off.

"I feel like going outside. We should go outside. Let's go, Mione," she tried leading her towards the exit from the castle, but Hermione didn't budge. She poked her head inside the Great Hall and started scanning the room with her eyes.

"What is it Ginny?"

"Mione, don't.." The redhead tried pulling her back one last time, but without any success.

And then Hermione understood what Ginny was trying to prevent her from seeing. Ron was sitting on his usual spot at the Gryffindor table. And Lavender Brown was sitting on his lap. It looked like they were trying to devour each other's faces.

"Oh," Hermione whispered. Now she just felt nauseous. Her stomach dropped a little bit.

"I could hex him, if you want. I don't give a flying Merlin's ass that he's my brother," Ginny said and put her hand on Hermione's shoulder.

"No, that won't be necessary." Hermione took a deep calming breath and said " Let's go eat," and entered the Great Hall. When she and Ginny were approaching the Gryffindor table Ron and Lavender got up and passed them without a word. Lavender only giggled a little louder than usual, as if she wanted to assure Hermione saw them. She ignored that, because if she didn't, she thought she would actually murder them. A few students around them stared at Hermione. They almost looked like they were expecting her to start a fight. But Hermione just took her usual spot at the table and started scooping scrambled eggs onto her plate. She focused on that task as hard as she could. Otherwise she would notice Draco Malfoy creeping up behind her asshole ex-boyfriend.

Draco felt like something possessed him. When he saw Weasley parading around the Great Hall with that idiot Brown, or whatever was her name, something snapped inside him. He quickly got up from his seat, ignored Zabini, who asked him where he was going.

When Ron and his new girlfriend stepped out of the Great Hall, Draco didn't waste any time. He grabbed the redhead by the back of his robes and threw him against the wall, quickly pinning him, his forearm tightly pushed to his throat. Brown screamed, startled.

"What the fuck, Malfoy?!" Weasley gasped, having a little trouble breathing.

"You've got a lot of nerve, you know? You don't treat women like that, you gutless prick. Especially when they're in such a delicate state," Draco was hissing furiously into the Gryffindor's ear, so that Brown couldn't hear him.

"Oh, that's what this is about?" Weasley barely was able to articulate his words properly. "What, you want that? You can have her. I don't mind." He fought for a breath.

"From now on, you'll be treating her with respect she deserves. You don't want to get on my bad side, Weasel." Draco let Weasley go, but punched him square in the face, for a good measure, feeling the redhead's nose cracking under his fist. The Gryffindor screamed in pain and Brown was running to him.

"Won-Won!" she squeaked annoying the hell out of Draco.

The Slytherin wanted to leave, but when he turned around he met McGonagall's furious gaze.

"What is happening here?" she growled. "Mr. Malfoy? Care to explain?"

"Weasley looked at me funny, professor," Draco said in an innocent tone.

"That's no reason to start a fight, Malfoy. Ten points from each. And I'll be expecting you, Mr. Malfoy, in my office at eight this evening for a detention. Go to the Hospital Wing, Weasley." She turned on her heel and disappeared into the Great Hall. Draco watched Weasley and Brown scurrying away, a dark grin on his face. 'That'll teach him,' Malfoy thought.

Draco was reading his History of Magic textbook, sprawled on the couch in their common room, when he heard her come in. He raised his eyes from the text just in time to see her hurl a book at his head. He quickly ducked and send her an angry look.

"Watch the face, Granger. What the fuck?" he said and stood up from his spot.

"You punched Ron?" Granger was suddenly in his face, her eyes throwing daggers.

"He deserved it," Draco shrugged his shoulders and sat back on the couch.

"What the hell, Malfoy?!" the girl yelled at him.

"Dammit, Granger. Three days ago you told him you're pregnant and now he immediately went and got himself a new girl. That's just a dick move. I thought it would be good to beat some sense into him." Draco smirked slightly. He was proud for breaking Weasel's nose. It just felt good.

"Why? Why do you even care?" Granger asked. "And don't you dare say that you owe me," she quickly added. "I wake you up whenever you have a nightmare. That's it. It's nothing. You don't owe me anything." She was angry. Her eyes narrowed and her hands curled up into two tiny fists.

Draco looked her in those chocolate brown eyes and whispered:

"But I do. You don't understand, do you?" He cleared his throat and continued "Everytime I have one of my nightmares I… I'm terrified. I used to have panic attacks just thinking about them and anticipating them every night. But then you… You would wake me up every time. You kept telling me it's okay. If it weren't for you I would still probably be scared shitless of falling asleep and probably end up in a loony. So yes, I do owe you. As much as I hate to admit it, you do keep me sane, Granger." Her eyes changed. She was no longer angry. Instead, now she was looking at him with… compassion? She opened her mouth to say something, but Draco didn't let her.

"Stop. I don't need your pity, Granger." The Slytherin turned away from her.

"Pity is not what I'm feeling right now." He felt her body next to his. She sat beside him and sighed. "It's more along the lines of understanding.

They sat in an awkward silence for a moment. When Granger finally broke it, she said:

"You broke his nose."

"I did," Draco stated, looking back at her.

"Thanks." She send him a shy smile and grabbed a Potions textbook from her bag.

Draco was relieved that the N.E.W.T.s were over. He was tired and in a desperate need of a party. He felt confident. He knew he did well. All of the students that were taking the test that day spilled out of the Great Hall. He found Blaise and they were in a process of discussing where to organize a party this evening, when a small figure pushed their way through the crowd right next to him. Draco managed to notice Granger's messy curls bouncing on her head, before she started sprinting down the hallway.

"We'll talk later," Draco said and followed the path he Gryffindor took, walking at a fast pace.

Why was he even worried? He told himself that he's doing it because only three people know about her state. Someone should take care of her. It was the right thing to do, right?

He heard her when he approached the girl's bathroom. During the last week he became more than familiar with the sound of Hermione Granger vomiting. He patiently waited outside of the door, waiting for her to be finished. He learned his lesson. The first time this happened, he wanted to check in on her and as soon as he opened the door he met her wrath. She threw a bar of soap at him. And that time she got him.

Draco was glad she picked this specific bathroom. This part of the bottom floor of the castle was rarely used, so no one heard these extremely unatractive sounds coming from the bathroom. And more importantly, nobody saw him standing outside the door to a girl's bathroom.

After a few minutes the door opened and Hermione walked out, looking like she died and came back to life.

"What?" she growled, looking annoyed with his presence.

"How are you feeling, sunshine?" Draco asked sweetly, following her down the hallway.

"Gross. You?"

"Oh, I feel like partying," he said, grinning at her. She send him a look that said 'You've got to be kidding me'.The boy ignored that and kept talking "Tonight, Ravenclaw's common room. You're coming. No excuses. I'll drag you there, if I have to. That's a threat, Granger."

"Who's organizing this?" she just asked.

"Blaise convinced the what's-her-face he's been fucking to do it." A smirk crawled onto Draco's lips. Granger rolled her eyes upon hearing that information. "Oh, come on. Zabini is cool."

"Yeah, but that means there are going to be shit-ton of Slytherins there," she whined and stopped in the middle of the hallway.

"So?" Draco knit his eyebrows.

"Mudblood?" She pointed her index finger at herself.

"Muggleborn," Draco corrected her, scowling. "Don't call yourself that."

"You called me that for almost seven years," Granger retorted.

"And I keep apologizing for that," the boy responded calmly. "Why are you worried about the Slytherins?" he pushed.

"I don't feel like being called names and being made fun of tonight," she said, crossing her arms on her chest.

"Then we'll go together. They're kinda afraid of me." Draco shrugged his shoulders.

She raised her eyebrow and asked:

"Together? Like, arrive together?

"Yes. What's your damn problem now, Granger?" The blonde was starting to get irritated. He ran his fingers through his hair.

"You are aware that if we do that, people will see us, right? And they will start talking," she was talking to him as if he were a child. And that pissed him off. He took a step forward, making the distance between them a lot smaller and dropped his head down, so that his face was closer to hers. Their noses were practically touching. Granger gasped softly in shock of this sudden closeness.

"Frankly, Granger, I don't give a shit about what people think. Or see. Or talk about." His voice was quiet. "But clearly, you do. What, are you embarrassed to be seen with me? A Death Eater is just beneath you, isn't that right?" he hissed.

"If I can't call myself a Mudblood, you can't call yourself a Death Eater. It's only fair," she responded angrily. "And I'm not embarrassed. I was just concerned about your reputation as one of the biggest assholes in this school. You worked so hard for it." So feisty. So sarcastic. Draco smirked and said:

"Great then. The party starts at ten." He turned on his heel and walked away. He heard Granger scoff behind him.

As much as Hermione hated admitting that, Malfoy was right. When they showed up together at the party, the Slytherins, that indeed were the majority of the people gathered in Ravenclaw's common room, limited themselves to sending her funny looks. After fifteen minutes they practically forgot she was even there, which was fine with her. Hermione almost jumped with joy when she saw Ginny's long red hair in the far corner of the room. She was talking to Luna and Neville. Her friends were here. She didn't have to stand awkwardly by herself anymore. That was a relief.

Although after approximately an hour, Hermione wasn't so relieved anymore. Ginny was… tipsy, to say the least. The redhead was laughing uncontrollably and slurring her words a little. Hermione had to escort her friend to a bathroom, just to make sure she wouldn't get lost along the way. While leading her friend towards the girl's bathroom, Hermione felt a weird sensation in her lower abdomen. It almost hurt, but not completely. She disregarded that as some kind of muscle spasm. But when they got to the bathroom, she wasn't so sure about that anymore. She felt her stomach drop when she saw that her panties were stained red.

Hermione made a quick decision and led Ginny back to the party and asked Luna to watch her. Then she made her way back to the exit and headed towards the Hospital Wing.

"Granger!" She heard a familiar voice calling out to her. She stopped. Seconds later Malfoy caught up to her. "Where are you running off to so soon? The party isn't even near being over." He was a little out of breath. He must have ran after her.

"Malfoy, I don't really have time for that," she whined. The weird sensation in her abdomen started being painful.

"What, you have better plans?" he teased. She didn't answer. Something was not right. The blonde started getting blurry and she felt as if her knees were made out of cotton. "Granger?" His voice changed. He almost sounded worried.

"I..think I'm gonna faint," Hermione breathed.

"What, now?" She heard him say right when everything went black.

"Shit!" Draco hissed as he jumped forwards to catch Granger before she fell to the floor. He lifted her petite body up and headed for the Hospital Wing at a fast pace.

"Oh, Merlin!" Madame Pomfrey gasped when he entered, Hermione in his arms. "What happened?"

"She just collapsed," Draco said shortly, walking towards the bed Madame Pomfrey pointed at. He heard a soft whimper. Hermione started moving in his arms. He set her carefully down on the soft mattress and untangled his arms from the Gryffindor.

Madame Pomfrey waved a vial of angry green potion under Granger's nose and her eyes fluttered open. Confused, she looked around her.

"Mr. Malfoy here says you collapsed," Pomfrey started talking to the girl. "Do you have any idea what might have caused it?

Hermione quickly looked at Draco. He knitted his eyebrows and asked:

"Should I leave?"

"No!" That answer surprised him. "Stay," she said quietly and continued. "I...I'm pregnant and I started spotting and having cramps. I was on my way here and I fainted."

Draco's eyes widened. Hermione must have been embarrassed, because she was staring at her hands, probably avoiding his stare.

"All right. I'll be right back," Madame Pomfrey said and left disappeared behind the curtain separating the hospital area from her office.

Draco cleared his throat and unsure of what he was supposed to do, he pulled up a chair for himself, sitting right next to Granger.

"It's going to be fine," he said quietly and shyly grabbed her small hand. She squeezed it back tightly.

"I'm scared," Hermione whispered, her voice trembling. "I thought I didn't want to be pregnant, but now… I don't want to lose it…"

"Okay, Miss Granger. Lay back for me please," Pomfrey returned with a book in one hand and her wand in the other. Hermione did as she was told, still holding Draco's hand. "We don't get many pregnancies around here anymore, so I thought I would consult a book. Just to be sure." The woman muttered something, holding her wand against Granger's abdomen. Pink sparks flickered on top of the girl's skin and the room suddenly was filled with this peculiar sound. Quick thumping. Wait…

"Mhm," Madame Pomfrey hummed, pleased with herself. "Everything sounds perfect to me, Miss Granger. The heartbeat is strong and I don't hear any abnormalities."

"T-That's…" Granger stuttered.

"That's your baby's heartbeat, yes." Pomfrey smiled. "Spotting and cramps are nothing to worry as long as they are not strong. And you probably fainted because your blood pressure changed suddenly. That happens during pregnancy. But just as a precaution, I would recommend three weeks of bed rest. Is that alright with you, Miss Granger?" The girl just nodded her head. "Fabulous. I'm going to get you some prenatal potion now." Pomfrey waved her wand and the sound of the heartbeat disappeared.

The woman disappeared behind the curtain once again. Suddenly Granger started sobbing quietly.

"Everything's fine, Hermione," Draco said softly and squeezed her hand lightly.

"I know, I know." She wiped the tears off her face. "I'm just… relieved, I guess."

Madame Pomfrey came back with a vial of see-through potion and another book.

"Drink that." She handed the vial to Granger. She drank it. "And take that." Pomfrey gave her the book. Upon glancing at the cover, Draco discovered it was some sort of book about pregnancy. "It's best to be prepared. I expect you to visit a Healer right after the graduation. And I was not joking about the bed rest. You need to relax, give your body a break." Then she turned towards Draco and said, index finger pointed at him, as if she was reprimanding a child. "She's not allowed to lift anything heavier than a mug of tea. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Madame Pomfrey," Draco said quickly. He and Granger exchanger confused looks.

"Granger, come on. Get up,"Draco urged her, leaning on the doorframe of their quarter's bathroom.

"No. I live here now. This is where I'll stay. Forever," she whined, sitting on the floor, next to a toilet.

"Don't be so dramatic," he scoffed. Draco entered the bathroom, walked to the sink and grabbed Granger's toothbrush. He squeezed some toothpaste on it and handed it to Hermione. "Brush your teeth. We're leaving in five minutes.," he ordered. She started brushing.

"I don't want to go." Her words were muffled by the toothbrush in her mouth.

"Too bad. It's the graduation. You're going." She knew there was no point in arguing about that. So she just rolled her eyes.

Draco shook his head and left the bathroom. Exactly three minutes later Granger emerged from it too and joined him in their common room. Still in foul mood.

"Oh, lighten up. This are your last moments in Hogwarts. Enjoy them."

"Yeah, I really enjoyed puking for the last thirty minutes. Got anything else?" she scoffed.

"We have some flats to look at tomorrow, maybe try not to murder the realtor agent?" Malfoy sent her his favourite smirk and she scowled.

"Ugh! What are we, friends now?" She stomped away towards the door leading out of their common room.

"It would appear so," Draco sighed, following her.