A/N: Hey y'all! So I'm really excited about this story, this is my first attempt at writing let alone publishing. Just let me know if y'all think I should go on and continue writing this story or just stick to reading other peoples work. :D
She clutched the phone to her ear waiting to hear his response. She wanted nothing more than to hear those words of understanding that she longed for. All that could be heard was the quick and shallow spurts of breath that was coming from the other end. "You're lying" he finally stated "this can't be true…Who else have you been with?" Any inkling of hope that she had for him to be happy with the news of a baby, his baby was soon gone.
"I'm not Draco; I'm telling you the truth."
"There's no way! You stupid lying bitch! I don't know what you're playing at but it's not funny!" Draco hissed
"Count back from the last time that we did Draco. It's exactly 5 months, even you aren't that ignorant" Hermione said back heatedly. "Don't you remember? The last time we were together…the broom closet? You said that you put the contraceptive charm on properly but it was evident that you didn't! That's why it felt wrong and I pushed you off. You thought that I was disgusted by you and left when really I was taking the precautions to prevent something like this from happening! Now here I am 5 months pregnant with YOUR child whether you like it or not!" Hermione drew back a long breath having said this entire statement in one breath.
Silence was all that she received from Draco's end; could he really be that cold that he would deny his own flesh and blood? He knew better than anyone that he was the only one she had ever been with. And she wasn't lying when she said that she was when she was with Draco for the first time a virgin in the most basic sense. Sure she had fooled around with Ron a little bit but it never got that far. Now she was on the phone with the father of her child and was being accused of being with other men.
Finally after what seemed like hours Draco at last said in a quivering voice as if he were trying to keep it even "This is something that you cooked up because you can't have me, well I won't be trapped by some stupid lying buck-tooth frizz hair idiot! You stay away from me and Pansy, I want nothing to do with you, do you understand? NOTHING!"
Then the line went dead; Hermione stood there with the receiver still in her hand and the tears that had been threatening to fall since she dialed his number finally did. She crumpled to the floor hugging her knees to her chest while sobs raked through her body. How could he think that the baby wasn't his? Was she really all alone now? No one she knew was willing to help her. They were all too upset with her for being in the predicament that she was. Not only was she just 17 years old but she had relations with her sworn enemy! And if that wasn't the worst of it all she was deeply and insanely in love with Draco Malfoy
)()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()(
Draco was furious, how can she actually think that he believed that load of crap? Of all things that she can come up with it had to be that she was having his kid. Well she wasn't going to fool him; oh no he's too smart for her. He wasn't going to stand around while this girl goes around trying to get his inheritance. Because that had to be the reason why she went to these extremes; for his family's fortune. It wasn't a secret that the Malfoys were one of the wealthiest wizarding families in Britain. He could spend a thousand galleons on a pair of Italian leather shoes without batting an eye and then some. Draco was now pacing up and down his living quarters at Malfoy Manor running his hands through his sleek white blond hair which now hung a little past his ears trying to figure out what to do. It wasn't as if he could go to his father for help, he would start to ask questions and then he would really be in trouble; but what to do?!?
With a roar of frustration Draco began to throw anything he could get his hands on around the room. He kicked open his school trunk and grabbed a hand full of stuff and chunked it at the door. As he bent down again to reach for another hand full of books and quills Draco suddenly stopped. At the corner of the trunk peeking from under his transfiguration book was a small part of a picture showing. Draco slowly sunk down to the floor and pulled the rest of the photograph out. "Damn" it was the photo the Colin Creevey had taken of Hermione Granger
