Ok, I know this is crap, and I know it's short, and I'm sorry. I had to get something out, I have seriously rewritten this chapter like six times, I didn't like any of them. I apologise if it does suck, and if you don't like it, please don't hate me, just let me know. I am leaving on vacation for the next couple of days so I won't be back to check on your feedback until Saturday. If it really is as bad as I think it is I'll rewrite it. Ok, wow, sorry about that, but this was the only one I could let myself submit for this chapter. I have a lot of reviews, and I have to finish getting ready to leave so I'll respond on the next chapter. Thank you all for reading, it makes me happy.
This chapter is pretty much just their first hour together, again it stinks but I can't help it... or something.
"You know," Hermione's voice came from across the room to where Draco and Harry were sitting, "you could use this time to get to know each other." Harry threw her a glare and Draco continued to stare ahead, refusing to look at Harry.
"We don't have to do anything of the sort," Harry said, turning back.
"You two are going to be married in less than a year," Pansy broke in, sitting down on the couch that separated the two boys.
"Thanks for the reminder," Harry muttered.
"You better get used to it Potter," Malfoy said casually.
"You're ok with this?!" Harry turned to him, surprised at his casual tone and acceptance of the situation.
"Of course not," Malfoy snapped, giving Harry a dirty look. "If I had it my way, we wouldn't be in this situation."
"Then why should I get 'used to it' as you so eloquently put it?"
"Because it's going to happen, whether you like it or not. You signed the contract, you agreed, there's no going back now?" he said, returning to staring at the wall.
"You don't think I know that?" Harry snapped, kicking himself for the hundredth time for agreeing to this.
"You don't seem to realize it, if you did, you would just shut up and accept it."
"I don't want to accept the fact that I have to have sex with you, carry your spawn."
"Oh, you think I want to touch you like that? Believe me, we'll have sex once and if you don't get pregnant, well we'll have to find another way, as I'm sure it would be your fault."
"Oh, real mature Malfoy, but that is your way right? Nothing is ever your fault, just like your father." Draco's head turned slowly, his eyes narrowed in anger at the other boy.
"Watch what you say, Potter," he spat, his hand itching towards his pocket where his wand usually sat but the girls had taken their wands as a precaution.
"What, are you going to defend him now Malfoy? I think he's had enough excuses to cover his actions over the last sixteen plus years," Harry said, standing and glaring down at the other boy and Draco jumped to his own feet.
"You have no idea what you are talking about Potter, so watch what you are about to say, you're the one who will be joining our family."
"Boys!" Hermione cried finally, tired of listening and worried about what would happen next. "Harry, go sit over there," she said pointing across the room. When he looked like he was about to protest, she glared and him and he stormed across the room.
"Typical," Draco muttered and she turned on him.
"And you," she started but Pansy stepped between them.
"Leave him alone Granger, I'm his chaperone, I'll deal with him," she said, crossing her arms and glaring at the other girl. Hermione glared back for a moment before turning on her heel and walking over to Harry.
"Harry," she started as she sat down across from him and he turned, glaring.
"Don't start Mione," he snapped and Hermione sighed and turned to her homework.
Twenty minutes later when their alarm went of, signaling the end of their one hour session, Draco and Pansy walked out with out a word or a look back.
"Harry," Hermione said as he gathered his things and headed towards the door.
"Seriously, Mione, don't start," he said.
"I wasn't going to bring that up, though we really need to talk about it, but I was wondering what we were going to tell Ron. He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he'll eventually figure something is going on." Harry, a few steps ahead of her, sighed and stopped.
"Yeah, I know," he said, running a hand through his hair.
"Any idea what we can tell him?" she asked.
"Detention?" he asked, shrugging as he continued down the hallway.
"For the rest of the school year?"
"Well maybe we could stage something that would get us a full year's detention?" he asked, sounding hopeful.
"I don't know about that, I think it would be hard."
"We'll think of something," Harry said, as they fell into silence.
"So, about tonight," she finally brought up and Harry sighed.
"Do you understand the meaning of 'don't start'?" he asked.
"Harry, you need to make an effort, things are going to be bad between you when you get married, if not," she said.
"Yeah but maybe I don't want them to be good, I'm sure we can just make a kid and live our lives separately."
"I don't think it works that way," Hermione said, placing her hand on his arm.
"I know," Harry sighed as they climbed through the portrait hole.
"Where have you guys been?" Ron asked as soon as he saw them and Harry and Hermione looked at each other.
