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A/N:I've come to the realization that eveyone might be a tad OOC in this story. Or I might explain their happy-go-lucky-behavior...don't know yet. Anyways...I want to thank those who've reviewed already and hope I don't disappoint you!

"Good Lord, woman. Do you know how disgusting that is?" Draco asked, as Hermione lifted her head out of a wastepaper basket.

"Oh...bugger off, Malfoy. You're the one who got me into this, anyways," she said, grabbing a towel and wiping her mouth.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Oh no...don't go and blame me for this. Your smarts got us into this mess. If you hadn't been Head Girl, we wouldn't' have had to through this."

Hermione glared at him and placed a hand on her very slightly swelling stomach. "Well now...my smarts, if I recall, saved you from having to go through this with Parkinson." She tried to get up off the couch, only to be pulled back by him.

"Hey now, darling. Don't ever say I didn't thank you for that one. I deal with your sickness," he stated, flashing her a smile. "I guess Snape's to blame for this whole mess."

Hermione could only nod, as another wave of nausea struck her. Indeed...it was all Snape's fault.

Flashback-4 Weeks Ago

Professor Snape looked at his panic-stricken students and smirked. It was all too good. "Does anyone have a problem with the assignment?"

Every single hand shot up, but Draco was the first to say anything. "Sir...I'm not about to sleep with Granger, just to pass a class." He glanced at the girl next to him. "No offence."

Hermione shrugged. "None taken. Truth-be-told, Professor...how did you get permission for impregnating minors without their consent?"

Snape massaged his temples. These two were already giving him a headache. "For the record...there will be no 'sleeping together' or copulation in any form. The ladies will be taking a potion with the pair's hair in it." He gestured to glasses that lined his desk. "As for failing the class...there is no way to fail it, as there is no grade. The only thing that you will be getting out of this is knowledge. This being the case, the nine months of pregnancy will be done in full. This means that everyone in this room will remain at the castle until a month after their child is born. After you have cared for the child for the month, the child will just disappear in a poof of smoke and life will go back to normal. And ladies...you will be doing it the Muggle way, there's no doubt about that."

Hermione raised her hand. "But sir...some pregnancies have complications. Wouldn't this be putting us at risk?"

Snape sighed. Why was she in this class? She obviously knew about the subject. "Miss Granger. I can assure you that the Headmaster and I have taken every precaution in making this potion. The only thing we have no control over are your due dates. We can only hope that they vary some, as the Hospital room can only hold so many."

Hermione sighed and looked at the potion infront of her. She plucked a strand of hair from her head and dropped it into the glass, causing the potion to fizzle a bit. She then reached over and plucked a strand from Draco's head.

Draco's hand flew to his head. "Ow! That bloody hurt!" he rubbed his head, glaring at his partner.

Hermione dropped the strand in and rolled her eyes. "If that hurt, then be happy you're not a woman." She lifted the glass in a toast. "Bottoms up," she said, then downed the contents of the glass.

Draco looked at her, as if she was going to be sick. "You okay?" he asked, noticing her pale complexion.

She let out a breath. "Oh, I'm just peachy," she replied, stars swimming before her eyes. She, unintentionally, leaned her head against his shoulder. "Why do I have to be the one to do this. Why can't you be the pregnant one?" she asked, hormones starting to kick in.

Draco very lightly patted her back. "Because I don't have the correct piping. Now...sit up, before you get sick all over me, would ya?"

End Flashback

Hermione leaned back against the couch and groaned. "I hate this. Remind me never to get pregnant."

Draco snorted, then feigned innocence when she turned her head and glared at him. "Sorry," he said, then glanced at the door. "Do you hear something?" he asked, faintly aware of angry voices.

Hermione's eyes widened. "Harry and Ron...Gin and I decided not to tell them about the class just yet.

Draco sighed. "Bloody perfect," he mumbled, standing up to get the door.

"Hermione Jane Granger! What the hell is wrong with my sister?!" Ron demanded, shoving Draco out of the way.

"Hello to you too, Weasel," Draco muttered, shutting the door behind the angry redhead.

Hermione bit her lip, then stood with her hand on her stomach. "Ron...remember that health class that Gin and I signed up for?"

Ron was staring at her stomach. "Did you put on weight, or did that shirt shrink?

Draco let out a breath. "Now you've gone and done it," he whispered, noticing the look on Hermione's face.

"Are you calling me fat, Ronald?" she asked, stepping closer to him.

Ron looked at Draco. "Did I say something wrong?"

Draco sighed and walked over to the girl. "Don't mention anything to do with weight. Her hormones are haywire." He helped Hermione back onto the couch and put a blanket over her.

Ron looked at the pair of them. "What is going on here?! Harry's outside with Ginny and a very nervous Neville."

Hermione's eyes lit up. "Ginny's here? I can show her the hat I knitted," she said, starting to get up.

Draco grabbed her and pulled her back down on the couch. "No you don't. Stay here. I'll let them in." He got up and walked towards the door. To Ron, he said, "Sit with her, but stay away from the waste bin. It's a bit nasty in there."

Ron gave him a skeptical look, but did as he was told. "Since when do you knit?" he asked Hermione, but the incoming group delayed his answer.

"Malfoy! I'm so happy to see you!" an exuberant Ginny said, giving him a big hug.

Draco's eyes went towards the ceiling and he patted her back. "Nice to see you too, Ginerva." He looked at the men behind her and nodded to them. "Potter. Longbottom."

Neville looked at him, a scared expression n his face. "Has Hermione been sick all morning too?"

Harry cleared his throat loudly. "Ron and I, being that these two are family, want some answers," he said, glaring at Draco. "And I want to know why Neville's more skittish than usual."

Draco sighed and looked behind him at the glowing woman on the couch. "How can I say this, without you doing bodily harm to me? Let's see...Muggle health class...I'm Granger's partner, Longbottom's the Weaselette's...they're having our babies in about 8 months...all Snape's fault." He stopped and noticed Harry's frozen expression. "Yeah...that'll about do it."

Harry looked over Draco's shoulder at Ron, both wearing expressions of anger. He then looked at a trembling Neville. "You got her," pointing at Ginny, "pregnant?!" He looked at Draco. "And you got Hermione pregnant?!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and stood up/ "Harry...it's just a potion. I think it's basically to discourage us from getting pregnant young," she said, her and Ron walking over to join the group.

Harry looked between Hermione and Ginny's stomachs. "But...but...you are pregnant!"

Draco put his hand on Hermione's back to support her. "Potter...once she has the baby and we've taken care of it for a month, it'll go away. It's just a project for class."

Ginny whimpered, tears filling her eyes, and Neville looked frightened. "Every time someone mentions the baby going away, she starts up like this. She almost went nutters because Snape said it in class."

Draco sighed. "Okay, you lot. I think the girls need some rest. Longbottom, you should take Red here back to your tower."

Ginny nodded. "C'mon, boys. I'm hungry, anyways."

Ron was at a loss for words. "But...but..."

Hermione gave him a look. "I'll be fine...go."

Defeated, Harry and Ron followed the other two out of the dorm, slamming the door behind them.

Draco steered Hermione over to the couch, then drew a blanket over her. "That went well," he joked, earning a shove from Hermione.

She sighed and leaned against his arm. "Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked, replaying previous moments in her mind. "You're always there with the basket when I need it and you don't care when I wake you up in the middle of the night."

Draco rubbed the back of his neck., recalling the nights where her retching in the bathroom woke him up. "Well now...they cancelled Quidditch this year, due to the fact that most of the players were involved in this project. So I have nothing better to do, than to cater to your every need." He placed and arm around her shoulders and rubbed her arm. "And I want to see you in that preggers nightie your Mum sent."

A/N:So yeah...sorry for the not-clear explination from Snape. Or if it's clear...sorry for the weirdness. I know it'd be weird to have them at the castle during the summer since most of them are Seventh years, but it's the only way I could get it to work out. So...R&R!