My first story here. I hope its worthy, heh heh.
Its a T for now but it may be an M later on. It all depends if I'm up to writing a lemon.
I'm not so hot on grammar and things that go with it, so tell me if I'm doing something wrong, ok?
I have tried to fix it up as best as I can, because this is a repost, but I can't promise perfection. As a writer, when I write, I know whats happening and how its supposed to flow so I'm blind to all my flaws. So please,TELL ME.
Some of this story takes place in the past tense. Like flashbacks. Sort of.

Anyhoo, reviews would be nice.
So leave them.

She couldn't believe it at the time. She just couldn't. It had all happened so fast and there really wasn't any time to stop it. That period she had spilled the portions of her bag all over the floor and told Harry and Ron to "go ahead" and that she would "catch up" later, but if she had known what would happen after they left she would've made them stay and wait for her.

After much debating she concocted a semi-plausible reason as to why it happened. That morning almost three months ago she had tried out a new hair straightening spell, to tame her frizz and curls. It worked quite well and her hair fell pin straight down her back. She guessed he didn't recognize her. That would explain why he kissed her that day.

Draco Malfoy had gotten her first kiss. And what was ironic, she had just begun to date Ron the day before the incident. But her first kiss seemed pretty insignificant to what was happening now, but all the same it was a pretty big thing.

While she gathered up her stuff someone tapped her shoulder. She expected it to be someone else, like Ron maybe, so she turned around. And before she could stop it, his lips were pressed against hers in a lip lock.

Of course that wasn't how she had imagined her first kiss, lips smushed so hard against the others that they hurt, the side of the desk pressing itself into her arse, and he gripping her shoulders so hard that she remembered getting tiny bruises the next day. Altogether it was very uncomfortable. The only thing that she remembered making it worse was his slimy tongue slipping through her protective walls that were her lips. Then, she remembered, she had had it. She bit his tongue which caused him to pull away. All he said was something that she still couldn't figure out the true meaning.

"Granger!" he yelled as he spit blood onto the floor and wiped his mouth with his shirt sleeve.

Whether he meant "Ew, I kissed Granger" or "Why did you bite my tongue Granger" she still couldn't figure out.

And just like that, he stole her first kiss away from her. The kiss that was supposed to be Ron's. The kiss that led to the whole predicament she was dealing with now. It seems pretty unbelievable that that kiss had led to her pregnancy, but in a way it did.

Now as she looked down at her stomach she felt ashamed. How could he do this to her? How could she do this to herself? It was all because of that kiss.

After Draco stormed out of the classroom, she remembered just sitting there deep in thought. Mostly about what would happen to her and Ron's relationship if Ron ever found out. Then after she decided she would never tell him, she remembered thinking about how she felt. Draco's kiss left a lot of mixed emotions. It was as if he was passing more than just saliva in that kiss. At first she was surprised, and then she was disgusted, but back then, as she thought about it, she remembered feeling a little bit turned on. It was like a rush of adrenaline that kiss, and for that moment passion took over. When he kissed her that time in the classroom, she forgot all about Ron, all about their relationship, all about everything except for her and Malfoy's lips and the burning deep inside of her.

But when he stuck his tongue inside her mouth, that seemed to snap her out of whatever passion-induced trance she had slipped into, and Ron and everything else flooded back into her mind.



"How am I going to break it to Ron?" she asked herself quietly, coming back to reality, the reality in which she sat upon the floor of the girl's lavatory trying to make sense of this situation.

She answered herself, sternly.

"You're not. Hermione, you're going to drink that abortion potion and be done with it. Now just down it."

She looked at the glass filled with black liquid she had spent the whole week brewing; it was shaking in her hand.

So many thoughts were running through her head. She had always been for abortions, the muggle way or the magical way, it didn't matter. From what she'd heard from sexual education classes in school before she came to Hogwarts an abortion was an option for a pregnant teenager, a pregnant teenager who couldn't care for a baby. Hermione knew she couldn't care for a baby, she was only in her sixth year. She had examinations to pass and a career to start. A baby, especially his baby, wasn't in the picture. She brought the bubbling black liquid to her lips, the dreadful smell of death washed up her nose. Hermione gagged. With the liquid lapping at her lips she thought.

Can I really kill this baby, MY baby? It has my genes. Its part of ME. It's a living baby.

She looked down at her stomach again, it wasn't big yet, she wasn't that far along, but still, there was a baby in there.

The glass fell to the floor and smashed, releasing the liquid death all over the floor. Hermione broke, tears flowed down her cheeks, her shoulders sagged, and her body quivered.

"I can't, I just can't. Its mine. Its my responsibility. I can't….I can't……" she sobbed.

A wave of nausea swept over her. She immediately sprang up and headed into the toilet stall and threw up her breakfast. Watching her eggs float around in the water reminded her that this was real, this was morning sickness, and she was pregnant. She threw up again, probably because of her hysterics.

Hermione pulled the flushing cord and laid her head on the toilet seat and sobbed.

"I really am pregnant." She said, giving a nervous laugh.

"You are, aren't you?" said a voice from above her. Hermione tore herself from her sanctuary and looked up to see the translucent face of Moaning Myrtle staring back down at her, she wore a smirk upon her face.

"You threw up in MY toilet. And I've been watching you for the past couple of days, coming in and setting up all of the ingredients for your potion." She gave a shrill giggle.

"Oh Myrtle! You can't tell anyone! I was going to….I was….going……"

"Kill it? Drink down your abortion potion? I saw the name on the piece of parchment you had when you were brewing it." Said Myrtle, answering Hermione's bewildered look.

"Oh." Said Hermione.

"Well you can't kill it now. I suppose you're going to keep it." Said Myrtle.

"Keep it?" asked Hermione, mostly to herself. That hadn't been an option.

She looked at the spilled potion on the floor. She guessed it was now.

So by now I'm sure you can see why this might be an M rated story. So if you don't like M rated stories, and this becomes one, I'm warning you now.