A/N: I wasn't planning on posting this so soon, but I figured why not? It's done, so here you go! I hope you enjoy it!! This chapter is dedicated to my first reviewer: MaskOfComedy!!

Chapter Two:

Not Our Baby

Hermione practically ran home. Her mother had sounded so grave on the telephone.

"We have something we need to talk about." What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was everyone alright? Worst case scenarios ran though her head as she cut through their perfectly manicured lawn and practically broke down the door.

"In here, Hermione," her mother's voice called from the family room. Hermione was there in half a second, panting and shooting worried looks at her parents.

"Do you have cancer?" her brown eyes were trained on her mother's passive face.

"No…"

"Okay then," Hermione let out a small smile, "What do we need to talk about?" She took a seat opposite her parents and waited.

"We know you didn't plan on this pregnancy, Hermione, but I believe having a baby will interfere with your future greatly. You won't be able to get as good of a job, your love life will suffer, and well, not to sound too self-absorbed but, you'll be the talk of the town," Carol Granger explained. Hermione paled.

"I've thought about all of that, Mother, and I think I can handle it. I will not give my baby up for adoption. It's a part of me and I doubt I could ever bring myself to give it to anyone, much less a stranger."

"I'm not asking you to give your baby away. I was going to suggest an abortion," Carol corrected and Hermione paled further.

"No," her face was stoic as she looked at her mother, "I won't kill my baby."

"Hermione, we've already spoken to our lawyer, it would take a very long time for our case to be settled and by then it could be too late. Your father and I will not be the ones to care for this child. We are offering to pay for the abortion and even counseling after the fact. Hailey is just seven, and we are not prepared for another baby in the house," Carol asserted.

"You can take me to court if you wish, but I won't kill my baby. You and your lawyers can't make me," Hermione's voice was shaking. Her mother wanted to kill her baby.

"Listen, Hermione, we don't have the finances to support a newborn, let alone pay for hospital bills. Where would you get the money to provide this child with a good home? Could you find it in you to give it up once it's born? I didn't think so. This is the only…"

"The father!" Hermione almost shouted as her parents gave her a strange look, "My baby's father has more than enough money to take care of it. He's a wizard."

Carol looked at her daughter with pity, but Hermione could care less what her mother was feeling at the moment.

"If you can get him to come to us and tell us that he will take care of you and the baby then we will forget about the abortion," Frank Granger provided as his wife just stared at their eldest.

"He has to be here before next week, Hermione," Carol added, "By what you've told me you'll be eight weeks along."

Hermione nodded and got up from her seat and headed to her room. She threw herself onto her soft bed. She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and never wake up. Unfortunately, she was not going to overdose and the incessant hooting of the owl on her windowsill prevented anything remotely resembling sleep.

She sat up as the owl made its way onto her nightstand, still hopping and hooting. She carefully untied the letter from its leg and gave it a few treats before it retreated out of her window. She recognized the Hogwarts crest immediately and tore open the letter.

Dear Miss. Granger,

It is my great pleasure to inform you of your Head Girl status at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year. Enclosed you will find your Head badge, a list of seventh year supplies, a map to your new quarters, and a list of all of the prefects. Seeing as a lot is expected to occur this year the Head Boy and Girl are expected to arrive early. Please be at Platform 9 ¾ by five o'clock on August 22. The train will leave promptly at five thirty. Please meet in my office. Password: Sour Gumdrops.

Sincerely,

Professor Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

Hermione smiled. She could leave tomorrow, use a school owl to contact…him, hopefully bring him here on Friday, and be back at Hogwarts before Saturday. She wasted no time packing her things, or what was left to pack. Being pregnant hadn't slowed her down in the least and she'd already gotten most of her supplies and had been almost completely packed by last Monday.

Hermione lay back on her bed as she contemplated her mother's words not an hour earlier. 'She wants to kill my baby. My own mother wishes harm on my offspring.' The thoughts stunned her. She was very mature for her age and her parents had trusted her, she realized she'd betrayed that trust and felt bad about it but she'd never expected to hear those words from her mother. She'd trusted that her parents would always be there for her no matter what, and that trust was gone now, too.

She glanced at her clock as her eyelids began to droop, she'd tell her parent's about the letter in the morning.

HD

The loud beeping of the alarm clock shook sleep from Hermione. She dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom for a quick shower. Fifteen minutes later she reentered her room, wrapped in a towel with the smell of mint on her breath. She dressed casually in shorts and a tee shirt, figuring she didn't want to wear a tank top in front of the Head Boy. She quickly applied the product Ginny had found to tame her wild hair into manageable curls and slipped on a pair of black flip flops before running downstairs.

Her parents were both fully dressed and eating breakfast at the table. Hermione couldn't bring herself to say her normal cheery greeting no matter how hard she tried.

"Good Morning," she forced a smile as her father sipped his coffee and smiled back, "I got a letter yesterday. Professor Dumbledore would like me to come to school later today seeing as I got Head Girl."

She didn't make a big deal about as she had imagined in first year. She casually put two pieces of bread in the toaster and poured half a glass of orange juice before adding grape juice, a drink she'd come to enjoy in the past few weeks.

"Congratulations, Hermie," her father smiled broadly at her and she couldn't help but return it. He was the only person she permitted to address her by that name.

"Yes, Hermione, congratulations," her mother echoed with a small grin.

"Thank you both. I'll be needing a ride to the train station around four forty-five," she informed as she took her usual seat at the table. Her father nodded, a gesture she took to mean that he would drive her.

"If everything goes according to plan then I'll floo back here with him on Friday and we'll leave the same day," she cursed inwardly at her lack of the use of his name.

"Floo?" Carol raised a questioning blonde eyebrow.

"Umm, through the fireplace, Mother," Hermione tried to clarify, "We'll appear through the fireplace." Carol seemed confused but didn't press the matter and breakfast continued with little conversation.

Hermione had retreated to her room after breakfast and written letters to Harry and Ron, explaining that she'd gotten Head Girl and conveniently leaving out everything about her 'predicament'. She also wrote to Ginny, telling her she'd see her at Hogwarts and invite her to her dorm the first chance she got.

"Hermione," her father was knocking on her door, "We'd better leave now if you want to get there before five." She told him she'd be down momentarily as she scanned her room for forgotten necessities. Satisfied that she'd packed everything, she scooped up Crookshanks and headed down to the car.

Her mother chose not to accompany them, she was going to visit Hailey at her summer camp, and the ride was quiet. Hermione began to get nervous as the clock in the car showed five eighteen. Her father pulled up and parked before helping her put her trunk on a trolley. She set Crookshanks' carrier on top of her trunk and turned and embraced her father.

"I'll see you Friday," she whispered. He smiled and kissed her head before she set off toward the platform. She glanced at her watch and upped her pace. It was five twenty-one. 'Damn traffic,' she cursed as she scanned her surroundings before running through the barrier. The train was only about five sections, noticeably smaller, but Hermione wasted no more time with observations as she hurried aboard. She quickly found the Head's cabin and stored her trunk. Her watch read five twenty-five as she took a seat in the cabin, Crookshanks sleeping to her right.

"Who would've guessed it?" a voice drawled from above her. She was too shocked to come up with a witty retort.

"Cat got your tongue, Granger? Or are you just happy to see me?" Draco smirked as he took a seat across from her. Her eyes took in his appearance, Head Boy badge and all.

"You… you're not supposed to be here," she muttered as she covered her face with her hands. She wasn't supposed to actually see him.

"I must protest, Granger, I'm Head Boy this year. And you're Head Girl, not that I'm surprised," he casually pushed back his loose platinum hair and fixed her with his daunting gaze.

"No, I… I was going to write a letter, just a letter. Nothing in person. Not until Friday. You have to leave. Go home," her voice was shaking just as it had when she'd spoken with her mother.

"Are you mental, Granger? You're looking a bit pale. Do I need to call someone? I won't have you getting sick all over this compartment," Draco hid the worry he was feeling. Would Granger really lose it all over his new robes? The worry was replaced with his usually indifferent look, if she did, he'd just hex her into last week.

"No, Malfoy, I am not insane. I'm just very, very, very unprepared for this meeting," she tried to calm her voice.

"Is this about this summer, Granger, because if it is I am very willing to pretend that it never happened," he paused, thinking it over for a moment, "Unless Potty and Weasel really annoy me, then it may just come out. That I actually shagged the Gryffindor Virgin Queen, not that it's actually all that great, you being a Mud…"

"I'm pregnant, Malfoy," it came out quieter than she'd expected, but she had to get him to shut up somehow, "I'm pregnant, with your baby."

A/N: Okay so updates won't always be this soon, but enjoy it while it lasts! I loved my first two reviews and I hope to get more! You don't realize how much those make me smile and motivate me!! Also, not all chapters will have titles, I got lucky and thought of this one! Read and Review! Yours Truly!!