Chapter One:

The summer before the Golden Trio's fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a memorable one for two young fourteen year olds. Hermione and Draco knew from then on that their lives would never be the same.

In a small town in England, Hermione was putting her bushy hair back into anything that could tame it before her friend, Flora, came over. The two were going to Flora's friend's house for a small get together with some of Hermione's old classmates.

Inspecting herself once more in the mirror, Hermione sighed and threw her sandals on to finish her not-so-special outfit and headed down the stairs.

"Hey babe!" Flora said happily from the living room. While Hermione had on just a pair of jeans with a plain, red T-shirt, Flora was flaunting her features in a pink mini-skirt with a black tank top.

Hermione had to constantly remind herself that Flora was two years older than her and was always going to have curves that she was not afraid to hide.

"So come on," Flora exclaimed, "I can't wait for you to meet Tyler."

Of course. How could Hermione have forgotten that tonight was the night she was meeting Flora's boyfriend, Tyler, for the first time. So far, all she knew about him was that he was a year older than Flora and was a senior in high school. She also knew that he was tall with a head of thick, blonde hair to match his tan skin and green eyes perfectly. He was on the high school's football team and could kick a ball the length of the field. His favorite color was yellow, number was 52, food was macaroni and cheese and band was Nirvana. The way Flora would go on about him, Hermione felt that she knew him her whole life like the annoying mole on her ankle.

"Just a moment, I need to grab my bag," Hermione told Flora, grabbing her overnight bag from beside the stairs. "Can we drop this off at your house before we go? I don't want to have to worry about it all night."

An hour later Hermione was at Matt's house. Matt was a classmate of Tyler's and had apparently invited every sixteen and seventeen year old he knew. The house was packed and people were everywhere.

"We'll just stay for an hour or so, don't worry," Flora convinced Hermione.

Hermione nodded and the girls went in search of Tyler, who was surrounded by his drunken friends. She watched as Flora went up to Tyler, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and kissed his cheek.

"This is my friend Hermione," Flora told him over the people in the room.

Tyler held out his hand, which Hermione took politely. This was not the evening she had expected.

"Heard nothing but greatness about you," Tyler said with a smile.

Hermione nodded her head, "same here." She turned to Flora. "Er, Flora, I think I'm going to find something to drink."

Flora nodded her head before turning her attention back to Tyler. Hermione walked around the house in search of something to drink. She finally found an almost ignored box of non-alcoholic beers and decided to settle on it before she couldn't find her way back to Flora.

"Are you a friend of Matt's?"

Hermione turned around and looked up. The boy in front of her reminded her of Harry, only with brown hair, more build and blue eyes that weren't hidden behind glasses.

"I'm with Flora, Tyler's girlfriend," Hermione told him. He probably wouldn't remember by tomorrow anyway. He was obviously on his way to being drunk with an almost empty cup of beer in his hand. She opened her can and began to drink it, looking around the room for Flora.

The next morning Hermione woke up in Flora's bed with a massive headache. The last thing she remembered was noticing that her non-alcoholic beer can didn't look like the box she got it out of.

"I see you're finally up," a soft, yet stern voice said form across the room.

Hermione moaned as she tried to put pieces of the previous night together. There was a boy, and another few drinks, and moving. Was she dancing?

"What happened last night?" she groaned.

Flora walked over seriously to Hermione and sat beside her. "You lost your virginity to some guy, that's what happened," she hissed.

Hermione shot up. "I what?" Tears began to form in her eyes. She wanted her first time to be special, or at least something she'd remember.

Flora sighed and put her arms around her upset friend. "I caught you in Matt's room with some guy. I pulled you two away and Tyler helped me bring you here."

"I don't feel so good," Hermione said before running into the bathroom to throw up.

"Draco, I'm pregnant."

Draco stood in the doorway with his jaw hanging open as Sadie walked in casually, yet briskly, and took a seat in the next room. She had a business-like attitude as she watched Draco finally compose himself and tried to sit beside her on the couch.

"Don't get too close," she said with an attitude. "I just want you to know that I'm not keeping it and the only reason why I'm telling you is because my friends threatened to tell you themselves."

"Why aren't you keeping it?" Draco asked quietly. This was all so much.

"Because I am a sixteen year old girl having an almost-sixteen year old's kid because of some random night when we were both horny," she told him in a matter-of-fact tone. Draco shifted in his seat, not wanting to make her feel worse by telling her that he had lied about his age. "Plus I don't exactly feel like giving up my social life so I can be covered with baby spit."

"Ado-"

"I'm not losing my figure so I can have some random kid come up to me in eighteen years to tell me 'by the way, I'm your kid you abandoned when you were a kid. Will you be my mommy?'" Sadie rolled her eyes.

"I'll take him," Draco told her. This was his kid too and he wasn't going to let her kill it. It was his responsibility too.

"What?" Sadie looked at Draco in disbelief. "Why would you want to?"

"Because this is my kid too," Draco told her. "I know that neither of us want to get married, or are old enough, and I know that you would be a crappy mother. I don't want to have to live my life and know that I had a son for a few hours before his mother killed him because she wasn't ready for the responsibility. The house elves can help me and he will never have to know you or of you."

Sadie looked at the young boy. She had made such a mistake by telling him. Why the hell did a Malfoy have to grow a heart at the least helpful time?

"I'll personally pay for everything from now until he is born and find a spell to hide the stomach and help with the nausea, just please don't kill our child."

Draco and Sadie had had a fun two months. She was a friend through his father's business and he had lost his virginity to her his first week home. In a few days time, he was to go back to school, where he would be unable to make sure that she wouldn't kill their child. It was his responsibility to make sure that the kid was born into a loving world where he would grow up and hopefully never have to know how close he was to never having a chance to be born.