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When Hermione and Draco reached the billboard, they were the last ones to get there. Ron was frowning: he'd been paired Lavender. Chances were that they had a small house (Yeah, Hermione did Ron's homework but Ron didn't get the test grade's to uphold the homework grades.) Harry was frowning as well but that was most likely because he was paired with Parkinson who was known for slutting around too much and not doing enough work to keep any grade above a C. Harry had good grades in all classes except potions but he at least still had a low B in it.

"Now that everyone's here we can start on the last few announcements," Ms. Ramirez said smiling chillingly at both Hermione and Draco for being a tad bit late at getting back. They both shivered which had nothing to do with the wind. "Now Partner's will share all classes together and before you start arguing and saying that we can't do that; we can and we did. Dumbledore has already seen to it for us."

"Also when the baby's come you will take them to classes with you or you may drop them off with Madam Pomfry who has agreed to act as babysitter if need be," Mr. Ramirez said in a cheery voice that was the exact opposite of his expression. "She's even looking to hire some more help so that she can watch the kid's. Though she's using it as an excuse I think because she's been trying to get Dumbledore to allow her to get more help for ages to no avail."

"Finally," Ms. Ramirez said now not only was her voice chilly but her expression would even make the Dementors of Azkaban run for cover. "You are to behave with these privileges of having your house and living away from Hogwarts and in the Forbidden Forest. You are not to wander into any part of the forest without a teacher that is not spelled for your protection. If we or any other professor find out that you have not only will you fail this class but you will have to repeat ALL SEVEN YEAR'S! Is that understood?"

All the student's shook their head in affirmation, more scared of Ms. Ramirez than of the punishment. They didn't want to even think about what would happen if she caught them…

"Very good then," Ms. Ramirez said smiling happily looking completely innocent like she had not just threatened the terrified student's. "Well it's time for dinner now, so come along. Let's get back to the castle to eat. And then afterwards we expect you to study up on the effects of pregnancy and about parenting. You all also have a book on baby names so start looking for one for your child-to-be."

"Also on that note," Mr. Ramirez butted in. "Partners are also expected to sit together at meals so there had been a fifth table placed in the great hall for seventh years. That way there is no arguing on where to sit."

And with that Mr. and Ms. Ramirez started towards the castle along with Hagrid, who had stayed while the student's looked at their houses to talk to the professors, leaving the students frozen where they were for another couple minutes will Ms. Ramirez snapped at them for not following fast enough.

"Ms. Ramirez is b-b-bloody scary," Ron stuttered while shivering still remembering how quickly she changed from innocent to evil and back to innocent.

All head's at the table nodded; even the Slytherin's were agreeing. Most of the seventh years were stull so terrified that they forgot to eat. Hermione, however, knew that with pregnancy came morning sickness so she ate as much as she could now before she started heaving up everything she ate in the day's to come. She also managed to get a couple of the other girls to eat a little before dinner ended and they all went back to their new houses.

On their way back to their house, Hermione and Draco started arguing over baby names while the others just listened to them bicker.

"If it is a girl I want to name it Anna Marie," Hermione said.

"No if it is a girl, we're naming her Juliet," Draco argued.

And it went like that back and forth for a while then Hermione said, "Then if it's a boy we'll name it Jasper."

"No, if it's a boy it will be named Scorpius," Draco again argued with her.

They kept arguing like that back and forth and back and forth until everyone, including the other Slytherin's finally had enough and Harry shouted, "How about Hermione chooses a girl's name and Draco, you choose a boy's name. Simple enough and it's fair and we won't get headaches listening to you two argue constantly over that subject."

Hermione and Draco looked around at the other students who all fervently nodded their head's agreeing with Harry in hope's that they wouldn't need to see Madam Pomfry to get a potion for migraine's. Seeing that they both snapped out a 'Fine,' and turned their backs on each other, ignoring the other the rest of the way to their house.

"Thank god," Harry muttered rubbing his forehead. As it was he had to deal with Parkinson for a whole year, plus a take care of a child with her; he didn't need Hermione and Draco's issues making his life any more complicated than it already was. He still had to owl Sirius and Remus about this because they'd want to know who he'd been partnered up with for this class. (As I said in the summery Voldy doesn't exist so therefore Sirius is still alive. Harry's parents are dead though. Peter is still the culprit.) He'd have to live with Sirius' mocking's for a while until something else caught his godfathers' amusement.

The next morning Draco woke up to the sound of retching. He tried to ignore it the best he could but when it seemed that it wouldn't stop for a while yet he got out of bed and put on some pants before leaving his room to go find the source. He found it in Hermione's bathroom, where Hermione herself was bent double over the toilet and heaving her guts out though Draco suspected that there was probably nothing left for her to heave-ho.

When Draco saw this he felt pity towards the little Mudblood. He wasn't used to feeling pity or anything along those lines. He went over and opened one of the cabinets and took out a soft hand towel and wetted it with cool water and placed it on her forehead and kept it there even as she continued retching. He even held her hair out of the way. Wasn't he such a great guy?

After what seemed like hours of retching, Hermione's stomach finally settled. Ugh, she hated morning sickness. She didn't even think she had anything from dinner in her anymore. She'd noticed to towel on her forehead about half hour previous and if felt good and she was even more thankful when she felt her hair being lifted out of the way.

She looked up to say thank you and her chocolate eyes met with the gray-blue eyes of Draco Malfoy. She screeched as loud as she could, fore she was still in her nighty which sadly for her didn't leave much for the imagination. "What the hell are you doing in my room, Malfoy?"

"Well let's see," Draco drawled looking her over. He had to admit she had some nice curves. "I'm in here helping you while you are experiencing what seems to be morning sickness due to a baby of mine that you are carrying due to a certain class and its teachers who are pure evil. I think that about sums it up nicely, don't you?"

"Get out of my room," she screamed throwing a bar of soap at his head and he decided that the safest option at the moment would be to comply with her demand before he got a concussion from soap damage on his head. He hastily retreated.

She slammed the door behind him, leaned against it, then slid down it; her head was in her hands to hide her humiliation from the world. Oh, God had he seriously just came in from the goodness of his heart? Yeah right, it probably had to do with the fact that she probably woke him up and he couldn't get back to sleep so he was trying to make it pass as quickly as it could so he could get more shut eye.

Ugh, and did he have to do a full body inspection with his eyes? It made Hermione feel very self-conscious for absolutely no reason at all. Why would she care what in bloody Merlin's saggy left what a Malfoy thought of her? She groaned thinking of the smile that had slid across his face as he appraised her.

She stood up suddenly and walked straight back to the bathroom. "Who the hell cares what he bloody thinks! I am my own person and as such should ignore people like him, humph." She hopped in the shower to get cleaned up and then dressed in a pair of dark jean's and her favorite forest green turtle-neck. She loved the turtle-neck because it showed off her curves while still keeping her warm; and it was her favorite color to boot.

As Hermione walked downstairs and into the kitchen she smelled the delightful smell of eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and coffee. Her mouth drooled a little at the thought of food. (Well she did just heave every little scrap that was in her stomach.)

"Ah, and the princess finally arrives," Draco said from the table. He was reading the paper in one of the bar stools at the island in the middle of the kitchen. There were two place setting's both with what Hermione had just smelled save the coffee. "Coffee's in the pot if you want it."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Hermione said. "Since when have you started being nice to me? Who are you and what in Merlin's name have you done with the real Draco Lucius Malfoy?"

"Who told you my middle name, Mudblood?" Draco snarled. No one knew his middle name save his parent's and they didn't use it and he didn't like people knowing that he had his father's first name as his own second. Merlin, how he hated his father.

"There's the Draco I know," Hermione smiled innocently while Draco glared.

"You might want to eat you food before I decide that it's too good for you and I feed it to the cat," Draco snapped as Crookshanks walked into the kitchen looking for his food dish; which courtesy of a certain pureblood had food for him in it and there was a bowl next to it with water. That same Pureblood had a thing for cats though he'd never tell.

"Don't you dare, Malfoy," Hermione said as she started wolfing her food down as if she was Ron. When she was about halfway done she slowed down and ate like a reasonable human being again. She'd been starving.

"Weasel's been rubbing off on you, Granger," Draco said watching her as she ate. She simply glared and went back to her food, which tasted loads better than it looked.

"I have to say that you are not half bad as a cook, Ferret," Hermione said when she finished. She cast a cleaning charm on her dishes and they flew away back into their respective cupboards.

"Thank you, Dobby taught me when I was younger," Draco said proud of himself that he hadn't forgotten completely how to cook.

Hermione spluttered as the coffee she'd just drank sprayed across the island and into Draco's face. "Dobby taught you? I thought you hated house elves!"

"Well now," Draco said wiping off his face with a hand towel. "I think Dobby is great, even though he's a house elf and all. Most of the others are unbearable though."

Well at least it's something, Hermione thought sighing. She looked at the clock and then did a double take when she saw the time. "We're gonna be late!"

Classes would be starting in ten minutes and she wasn't ready! She bolted up the stairs leaving Draco laughing in his seat. She hadn't noticed he'd had their things packed and ready to go and that she'd left her shoes by the door.

"Malfoy!" she screeched when she realized that he'd let her make an unnecessary trip upstairs. She stalked back down stairs grabbed her bag that he was holding out, snatched her shoes from their spot in the closet and stalked out the door.

During lunch time, Hermione had another bout of morning sickness and in turn ran out of the Great Hall and to the nearest bathroom as fast as she could. She didn't even care that it was a male's bathroom; she just ran for the nearest stall and stared heaving her guts out.

"Do you think Madam Pomfry had a potion for morning sickness?" Draco asked smirking as Hermione came out of the stall five minutes later. "Because I don't want to keep running after you and I also want a full night's sleep tonight."

"Ugh, I completely forgot they had those," Hermione groaned remembering that the Professor's had indeed mentioned something about potions for morning sickness after dinner the night before.

"Lucky for you I stopped by the medical wing during our free period when you ran for the toilet then," Draco snorted.

"Bastard," Hermione muttered taking the potion.

"Ungrateful Mudblood," He replied still smirking. He liked seeing her angry; it gave him some amusement in his normally boring life.

"Idiotic Pureblood," and with that she turned and before she stalked off she turned scarlet when she realized she was in the male bathroom and the guys who were in there were staring at her and Draco. She bolted after she forced herself to unfreeze.

"And there she goes again," Draco sighed picking up both of their backpacks and trailed after her.

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