Disclaimer- It's called FAN fiction... I am a FAN of Harry Potter, I didn't write it, no matter how much I wish I did!
A/N- so, thank you to all of you that reviewed or pm me with improvements or praise... I was happy to take it all in... On with the story...
Hermione woke late that morning, groaning as she tried to roll over. She quickly found that there was something stopping her, and as she opened her eyes, she discovered a huge bulge sticking out from between her hips. Her mouth popped open into a small round 'o' shape and she placed her hand on her stomach.
Everything had changed since yesterday, now she actually felt pregnant and it scared her. It scared her that they would do this to all the young girls, that they would make it so realistic. Keep calm... she told herself, but inside she just wanted to freak out.
She slowly rose from her bed, feeling slightly light headed and dizzy. She had a quick shower and looked for something to wear that would cover her massive bump. After 10 minutes looking, she settled for simple black leggings and a long top, that came down to her mid thigh, red, decorated with gold sequins and a large black belt that sat nicely just below her chest. She chose some plain black flat shoes and wondered into the living room.
To her surprise Draco wasn't there, not that she was going to worry about him. Looking in the fridge, she found some eggs and cooked herself some breakfast. She had eaten so much the past day or so, but, she reminded herself, I'm eating for two.
After breakfast her had settled down to re-read Hogwarts a history, for the ten thousand time, but only go past the first ten pages as the front door burst open. Draco entered in a very bad mood, slamming the door behind him and turning to Hermione.
Once he saw her, his eyebrows raised in surprise at the size of her growing stomach.
"We need to go now." He muttered, avoiding her gaze.
"Why?" she asked simply, waiting for him to answer.
"Class." He answered moodily, before going into the bedroom and returning with his wand. Gesturing for her to go out of the door, she dropped her book and the coffee table and followed him out, shutting the door behind her.
The 7th years had all gathered in a small circular room, down near the great hall. It wasn't like the normal class rooms that they are used to; instead this room was full of comfortable armchairs and even had a fire glowing in the fireplace. Hermione walked over to her friends, while Draco followed suit, staying in the shadows at the back of the room. As Hermione reached them, she discovered that many people's bumps were different to hers; lavender has a larger, more prominent bulge while pansy's was smaller and easier to cope with.
"Hermione!" cried a ginger haired wizard, coming forward to hug her. It was an uncomfortable hug, as her huge stomach was in the way. This process repeated with Harry.
"So how are you holding up?" Harry asked her with a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.
"So-so," she said, "could be better, you know, my stomach kills but what did I expect?"
"You know what he means, with the ferret..." Ron whispered.
"Ronald, I told you not to worry, I'm coping perfectly fine." she insisted, not meeting their eyes.
"You're sure, like positive?"
"Yes Ron, now drop it please..." she said. He did, nobody wanted to get on the wrong side of Hermione when she was in a mood.
"What about you and lav?" Hermione asked, changing the subject. Ron smiled at this, turning to look at the girl behind him, who was rubbing her stomach, while chatting to Demelza.
"Oh, you know, we talk and stuff..." he said, "we actually get on great, at first I thought it would be awkward because of last year, and all that stuff... but actually, it's not!" he said brightly.
"Lucky you." Harry said sarcastically. "At least you get a Gryffindor, we're stuck with slytherins." He cast a dark look at Draco Malfoy, who was sat in the corner of the room, looking very bored and as
though he would rather not be there if he'd had that choice
At that moment the teacher burst into the room. She was young, maybe 20 or 21-ish. She had long blond hair, relatively similar to Luna's, and she was dressed in simple, tight fitted jeans, and a long black sleeveless top, with silver markings. Unlike most of the other teachers, she wasn't wearing robes.
She smiled to the class and introduced herself as Ashley.
"None of that professor lark!" she had exclaimed in a friendly voice. "I will be your new teacher for the next few months. In this class you will learn the basic skills of life, patience, understanding, commitment and care. Along the way you may grow uncertain of you path and choices, however they are your decisions to make..." She cast a warm look around the room. "Of course, I will be here to guide you, but you must be the one to make it work... juggling with your life can be hard, you may drop a ball, but you have to pick it back up and keep going, or else you will never learn."
"Now, I see you have all been coping on your first few days with the pregnancy girls, and boys... I assume you have been supportive!" A sea of guilty faces arose from each of the boys, besides a few including Blaise and Ronald. Ashley tutted, as she saw the red cheeks of the majority of the males in the room.
"Now, please sit with your partner, on the chairs, while I give out the notices." A rush of movement, as students got up and sat down beside their partners. Draco ambled over as he and Hermione took the chairs behind Ron, Harry and their partners.
"Ok, everyone comfortable?" A mumble of yes's.
"Good, well... as your headmaster has explained, you will carry the children for around three more days, and it's important that when you start getting contractions, you go straight down to the hospital wing and drink the mixture that will bring your child into the world." A few nods this time.
"You will then take care of your child; however this will be discussed at the next meeting." The class listened intently, taking in all of the information.
"Our next class meeting will be in two days at the same time, same place!" she gave a nod to the class, "your homework..." A sigh from many students. "... Will be to come up with baby names, a male and a female name."
At this point Hermione risked a peek at the blond haired boy next to her, only to find him staring at her. Blushing, she quickly turned away again. Wait... I'm blushing for that pig! She was suddenly annoyed with herself, so she turned around and stared into his eyes, intending for hers to be cold and hard but as soon as they met his they became soft and weak. Sighing she re-focused on the teacher, trying to ignore the strange feeling in her guts.
"And finally, I would like you to all spend more time with your partners as I feel that there is a lot of tension in the room between the houses." A few students turned to look at Hermione and Draco, Harry and Pansy.
"It was nice to meet you all and I look forward to next week." She said, before reliving them from their class. Hermione turned to say goodbye to her friends.
"See you 'mione!" Ron called over the crowd.
"Bye Hermione." Harry was closer to her than Ron so he didn't have to shout to her.
"Bye guys." She replied before trailing after Draco. "What the heck were you staring at me for?" She demanded.
"Because I can... what's it to you Granger!" he replied, a huge smirk on her face.
"Oh my Merlin Draco Malfoy... you are bloody hard work." She hissed as they turned the corner to their room.
"Whatever... not like I have the choice to be here so I may as well take all the chance I can get to piss you off..." Hermione let them in, letting out a low growl.
Half an hour later they were both sprawled out on a coach each discussing baby names.
"We are not calling our child Barbra Malfoy!" Hermione said looking over at him with her eyebrows pulled together.
"Fillip?"
"No," she said flatly. "Shannon?" she asked?
"No..." He smirked.
"Your only saying no because I said no to Fillip." She accused. He glared at her.
"Jessica?" She muttered, looking at him for the answer. He sat in silence for a moment, before slowly nodding.
"Yeah, Jessica is nice..."
"Wow... did Draco Malfoy just agree with a Gryffindor!" She said in mock astonishment, this time it was her turn to smirk.
"Shut it... at least I don't look like a bloody whale."
"This is not my fault. It's your child too..." She pointed out.
"I guess," he muttered softly, before shaking his head, "anyway... how about a boy?" He asked, his tone was icy again.
"Urmm..." Hermione was a little shocked at his harsh reply that she stuttered for a minute before recovering herself. "Reece?"
"No... too common... Louis?"
"I have a lot of Louis's in my family so no... Samuel?" she wondered aloud.
"Heck no... Tommy?" he asked. Hermione like it, a lot.
"I like it!" she said. "Tommy..." she repeated the name Draco had chosen.
"Right, now that is done, can I get some food?" He demanded. She nodded and rose from the sofa at the same time he did. He busied himself by making them both an omelette.
"Tomato?" he asked her.
"w-what?" she asked. He rolled his eyes, before holding up a tomato.
"Do. You. Want. A. Tomato?" He said it slowly mocking her. She glared up at him, before realising that he was cooking.
"You cook?" she asked, eyebrows rose. His cheeks turned slightly red, and he turned away from her. "What's the matter Malfoy... are you embarrassed?" she asked in disbelief.
"Put a bloody sock in it Granger, and I would watch what I say if I were you!" he snapped at her. She stared for a moment in shock before sitting down at the table and rubbing her sore stretched stomach.
Draco realised that he had scared her. I'm such an idiot; she's bloody pregnant with my 'child'... even if she is Granger... I need to stop being such an arse to her. He sighed in frustration and slammed the saucepan down hard on the table, causing Hermione to jump a little in surprise and whimper.
When he heared her whimper softly, he cast a glance behind.
"Sorry..." he mumbled, putting the omelettes on plates and bringing them over to the table. They ate in silence until Draco spoke.
"Got anything planned for tomorrow?" he mumbled softly. Hermione looked up in honest shock that he was making convocation with her.
"Urmm... n-no... you?" she said timidly. He sighed again. He had really shocked her before about the whole 'watch what you say' thing. Crap...
"No..." He replied shortly, glancing up at her. "Look Granger, I know I scared you earlier, I'm sorry, it's just a lot to take in, you know, the whole happy baby thing."
"Yeah Malfoy, I get it alright. You think it's easy for me... I'm the one carrying the baby. What help have you been so far? Huh? None, your just there to mock and intimidate me... Ron was right, you are an idiotic snob! Do you ever think of anyone else besides yourself?" By now she had tears streaming down her face. "And now I have to suffer with these bloody hormones... arggghhh!" with that she stormed away into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her and locking it.
You are an idiot Draco... he told himself. Go or stay... right stay! Give her space. He began to clear the plates away.
Hermione had collapsed on the bed, protectively rubbing her stomach. Why does he have to be such a snob! And why did I say all of that...
Hermione stayed in the room for the rest of the day, only coming out to use the toilet.
Draco lay awake on the sofa for most of the night; he couldn't stop thinking about how much of a dick he was being to Hermione. He fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, into an uneasy sleep.