Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Summary: Hermione was courted in intimacy and now realizes a slight baby bump. After Hogwarts will Draco chose his love for her and his unborn child, or the duty of his family name.


All deliberate speed

Lately you've been contemplating.
Is this real or is this fading? What brought you here in the first place?
Everyone around us screams "It's got to be and it's got to hit you."
Well, you and me, well we could change the world.

-Mae

I never realized how much people take life for granted. You surround yourself with all the good things in life like love, friends, good times, education. And then when disaster or the unexpected happens… people are utterly befuddled.

I, Hermione Granger, am befuddled.

If you were to write a quick description of my life, what would you say? Hermione is muggle-born, she has bushy hair, and she is best friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Hermione is known as the book worm or know-it-all. She does nothing in her free time but study, study, complain about how there is not enough homework, and study. She has no time for a boyfriend and even if she did…nobody would want her.

My hair is frizzy. I stopped trying to tame it ages ago, and yes, I use conditioner. I do study a lot, but I have a social life. I have friends, and I have good times. Nobody ever likes to add in that I am ambitious, or that I do not conform to normalcy. People also neglect that seeing as I have time for a social life… I also have a sex life.

Oh my…pigs are flying, hell has frozen over, and it is raining cats and dogs. Hermione Granger, a sex life?! Somebody must be smoking crack to find her shag-able.

Yeah, yeah. I had a hard time believing that anybody would ever want me. It was a strange encounter. It happened after potions one day in early October. I had stayed late because Professor Snape insisted that I clean up my Slytherin partner's mess. (Fuck Pansy. She will be the death of me.) Five minutes passed by and as I was walking out of the classroom two strong hands had pulled me into another one. Livid, I was about to curse out and hex this asshole, but then he started speaking these odds words to me that I honestly thought were gibberish. He said he couldn't stop thinking about me, couldn't stop dreaming about me. He said that it killed him to be around other girls because they were nothing like me. I remember being stunned, bewildered, pissed off, and yet flattered and thrilled at the same time. I asked him how. He told me it was my uniqueness, my humbleness, my natural beauty, and wittiness that he adored.

We had been fucking ever since.

I pull out of my trance. I have other things to deal with.

It is nearing six o'clock in the evening. It is a Friday. Classes have been let out, and the thought of running off to Hogsmeade is on everyone's minds. Everyone except for me, that is. Me, opting for a night in rather than at Hogsmeade is out of character, so it was rather difficult trying to persuade Harry and Ron that I was okay, not sick, and definitely not under the imperious curse. I told them plain and simple that I was busy with homework, and even though they made me aware of the fact that I always study, they left me in peace.

Peace. This should not be called peace.

Disastrous and catastrophic maybe, but defiantly not peaceful.

I take a deep breath hoping it would stop me from the crying, but to my dismay the tears are coming anyways. I am Hermione Granger. I am top in my class. I am head girl. I am friends of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. I helped fight off Voldemort and countless of Death Eaters.

I remind myself of these things while I stare at my reflection from the full length mirror that's hanging on the back of my door. I shed my clothes and turn to my side inspecting my profile. I cry harder when I see the slightest swelling of my abdomen.

I am Hermione Granger. I am top in my class. I am head girl.

"I am pregnant."

Oh god. My fingers fumble their way to the bump. "What am I going to do?" I am in luck that there are six months of school left, so by the time I am starting to get astronomically big I will be out of Hogwarts. The thought of an abortion entered my mind of course, but I just… no mater how much I know that this baby will put a dampening on the life that I have been dreaming about since I started Hogwarts… I just couldn't take its life. I am not religious, I just have morals… and if I decide I do not want to keep the baby than I can always give it up for adoption.

I step over my clothes as the tears continue to travel down my cheeks. What are my parents going to think? Harry, Ron? Hogwarts…is expulsion my fate? Oh no, oh no, oh no. I open the door to my connecting bathroom and turn on the shower. I know that the relaxation I will feel while underneath the flowing water will only be temporary, but I was in desperate need for some kind of escape.

I stayed standing in the shower for about fifteen minutes. I spent the next 30 minutes on my bum, with my knees tucked to my chest and my arms around them. My head buried itself into my arms, and my fresh tears mixed with the water that was still falling around me.

I am Hermione Granger. I am not supposed to get pregnant. I am supposed to set an example to all of my peers and the younger students. I am Hermione Granger. I am not supposed to get pregnant. I am supposed to go off to work as soon as I graduate. I am supposed to be an Auror, a Healer, or a Ministry worker. I am Hermione Granger. I am supposed to get married, and then pop out a few little me's.

My body starts to rock back and forth.

I am supposed to have babies with the one I love… not with a fuck buddy.

"FUCK!!!!!!!"

I had not told anyone. Some type of scream, profanity, holler, or shout was bound to happen sooner or later. I was just about to go into another round of depressing thoughts when he pulled the shower curtain open. I did not look up. I knew there would be worry in his eyes. He always worried about me and it was quite unsettling. He wasn't supposed to worry over me…he was supposed to hate me. He wasn't supposed to cuddle with me…he was supposed to have passionate hate sex with me. He wasn't supposed to call me 'love' or 'baby'…he was supposed to call me mud-blood and bush. But he did worry, he did cuddle, he did call me names of endearment, and he did adore me.

It confused me so much. I wasn't certain if I agreed to the whole thing because it was the first time someone admitted to liking me, and the first time that someone showed me affection…or because I actually felt the same way. NO, I know that it started out because of the first reasons, but then as time passed by I think began to adore some of his qualities too. Something about the way he talks. His voice, his accent, though British based did not sound like the others. It is as if he was from an uncharted land with a whole other dialect. The way he laughs and his sense of humor grew on me too. He is a fan of sarcasm and has a bit of a dry wit to him. It always makes me smile…it suits him so well.

These feelings curse through my body that I almost forget about the state that I am in. Pregnant, naked, in the shower, and now being observed.

"Yes, Malfoy?" We had stopped saying each other's surnames for the most part, but since I couldn't help feel a little resentment toward him for putting me in the position I am in, I forgot.

"Are you okay?" His voice, that amazing voice was kind, sincere, and concerned. It bothered me so much. We were supposed to hate each other, and here he is worrying over my naked body.

"Peachy Keen as ever."

"Why did you scream?"

"Because I felt like it."

"You felt like screaming 'fuck'?" There was a slight hint of amusement in his tone.

"Yes, I sure fucking did." I had lifted my head up at him awhile ago, and he had turned off the water so I wasn't battling the beating water in my eye sockets.

"Why though?" He had taken a seat on the edge of the tub. He is close. I can smell the old spice aftershave on him, and I will admit that it is turning me on substantially.

I know I have to tell him. Believe me that for the past day and a half when I found out that I was pregnant, I have been trying to figure out how. Sighing, I realize that we are so young. We are seventeen, and by magical law we are said to be of age…but we are still so young.

"I was thinking." I lower my voice. I do not know who I am trying to hide it from seeing as we have the whole common room to ourselves, us being the heads of the school.

"Obviously about nothing good."

"Obviously." My eyes lower to the ground, but just as they did Draco lifts my chin with his hand forcing me to look at him. I furrow my brow trying to decipher his acts of kindness.

"Tell me," He whispers as he plants an ever so soft kiss upon my ear. I melt, like I always do when he kisses me. I am crying again, and the fact that I am naked left my mind ages ago.

"I can't." I am sobbing. He gets in the tub, fully clothed and even though it is still wet from my shower. He pulls me into the warmest hug that one could ever imagine. He graces my neck with more soft kisses.

"Yes you can."

"You'll only get mad, storm out, and never talk to me again." Talking in between sobs is extremely difficult and can cause loss of breath. I was scared to lose him. I was scared to lose him because I love the sex, I prefer not being enemies, he really did bring a new life out of me, and he made me more vibrant and passionate about life. I am scared for all of these reasons, but the main one has to be that I do not want to go through this alone. There will be stares, rumors, 'tsk's, and morning sickness. I hate to admit it, but I need him.

One more kiss on the forehead and then his lips briefly meet mine. "Try me."

Inhale.

Exhale.

"I'm pregnant."

I bit my lower lip as I watch his eyes widen, lips twitch, ears redden, and then he pulls out of our hug and leans up against the wall. At least he is still in the tub with me. I cannot tell exactly what he is thinking and those 60 seconds where he chose not to say anything were the longest 60 seconds in my life.

"Who is the father?" His voice was emotionless. His face unreadable. His question knocked me over with a sack full of bricks. I found myself getting angry at him for thinking that I would cheat on him, and then I quickly remember that we were merely fuck buddies. I whimper like a kicked puppy. Here I am trying to figure out Draco's motives and wonder if his feelings for me are really true, and also wondering if I am beginning to share the same feelings. My eyes lower again in realization that this entire time while shagging me, he has been boning other countless of the female students. I feel so violated and mentally slap myself for being so naïve. I realize that I don't need him through this. He probably doesn't want anything to do with this. You have absolutely have no idea how pissed I am now. I glare at him…the best one that I can give out.

"It pains me to admit that I was allowing myself to fall for you." I got up, quickly covered myself with a towel and went back into my room, slamming the door shut. I casted all the locking spells I knew on that door knowing that he would try to get through.

"Stubborn mother fucking prat," I mumbled as I was pacing the length of my room.

There was a bang. Then an exasperated sigh. Another bang. "HERMIONE LET ME IN!"

He made me laugh sometimes. Like I was going to let him in. "FUCK NO!"

"FINE." I was waiting for him to blast through the door but he just tapped the door thoughtfully.

"Are you really falling for me, 'Mione?" His voice was gentle and careful as though he didn't want to screw up his chances any more than he's done already.

"Correction, Malfoy. I was falling for you…was." I positioned myself on the other side of the room to allow myself enough distance from him even though there was a door between us. "Oh, and don't call me 'Mione. My friends call me 'Mione."

"I thought I was your friend…I thought I was more than your friend. I adore you, Hermione," He begged with me.

"You were not my friend. I was aware that we were fuck buddies and nothing else. You assumed that I was sleeping with someone else, so I could only assume the same from you."

"I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE FALLING FOR ME!!!!" He was getting impatient and all I could do was feel some what gratified knowing that I caused his discomfort.

"So just because you didn't know I was falling for you, you are allowed to go and fuck some sluts on the side?" I surprised myself on how calm I was behaving through this whole situation.

"What?! NO…I NEVER-"

"You know what, ferret face, just forget it. Forget everything I mentioned. I am going to sleep." I started dressing myself in black sweats and a baggy gray tee. There had not been any more communication from either side of the door for a couple minutes now so I thought it'd be safe to undo the locking charms.

Yawn.

Stretch.

Pulling myself into bed, I groaned internally as I heard Draco's shuffled feat from the bathroom. "Love?"

I cannot believe he just called me love. After everything…why?...he made no sense. It is like he was lacking in the brain area yet made it up in sexiness. By this point I was frustrated beyond belief. I closed my eyes hoping he would think I was asleep and leave me alone.

"What about your pregnancy?"

"What about it, Malfoy?"

"What are you going to do?"

What was I going to do? Just seconds before our spat my main fear was losing Draco because I wanted him there to help me along the way. Now…well now I had no idea who'd help. Ron and Harry'd get so pissed off at the fact that it's half Draco's kid and take it out on not helping taking care of it. I couldn't tell madame Pomfrey…I'd risk getting expelled. Well I figure that once they find out about my pregnancy they'll expel me, so the most logical plan is to get as much education as I can out of this year before they find out. My fingers fumbled around my belly button.

Inhale.

Exhale.

I needed someone's help. I needed his help. Fuck it. Draco will be the new death of me.

"'Mione, Love?" I would have corrected him if I wasn't so bloody tired.

"We'll talk in the AM, Malfoy." I pulled the covers over my head and was completely knocked out within the next minute.


authors note: Let me know what you think. It is 4:20 in the AM and I am beat. peace.

love, chelsea