Iv. Your Shit, My Shit

I can't digest this.

You know what hurts? To know that your best friend here is pregnant with a baby that—I don't know if she's too sane enough to keep it either—is practically dying. By what?

Drug addiction.

There were two simple things in my head in that time: either to bitch slap this young lady with me, or pretend that I didn't hear that revelation of hers. I didn't choose any option. I was so pissed at her that I couldn't even do anything. I'd fucking rip my hair off. Afterwards.

She waved a hand at me. I noticed that I had been gawking at her like a mind-fucked idiot for a minute.

"Does he know?" the words spewed like molten lava. I can't help but feel hurt and upset at the same time.

"Harry?" Ginny's eyes locked vision with mine. Innocent. I saw the fear and panic flood her eyes. "I don't know. I haven't got the chance to spill it out for him."

"No, no, no." I shook my head furiously. "Does he know that you are knocked up and doing drugs?"

Gasp.

Her glistening blue eyes detached it's line of eye-sight from me. "I. . .can't help it, 'Mione. I am addicted to it."

"Then, I think you should get rid of it." I simply told her.

She looked at me. Scared. "Get rid of what?"

Can't stop it, but the words just rolled out of my tongue. "The baby. If you're so screwed up or stoned by drugs, you should get rid of the baby."

"No!" she half-screamed. Almost like wailing out like a wombat to me.

"I can't—I do not—abort! I cannot do abortion!"

I frowned. "Why not? Huh? Got a good explanation to conceal yourself from the fact that you are going to have a chubby-wunny baby with my best friend? Keeping it as a secret to your older brother? Or to your female confidante that you've been sharing secrets with from the moment you were born? Ginny, I love you, but what you've been keeping from me. . .it hurts me. A lot. Do I have to exaggerate on that? Ginny, you are the only one who can save yourself from this. You know that? I am just here—like your pretty little conscience reminds you—to help you out. Just cut the drug crap, and you'll be safe. With me. I'll be with you no matter what happens. No matter if Harry'll run away from you and disown you. I am always here. Do you get that, Ginny? I am here for you."

Hope my rant did some good on this poor, poor, lonely, fragile woman.

My best friend sucked back sobs. She's letting the rant in on her system. "Oh, gods, Hermione. I am so. . .so freaking sorry. I am confused right now, I just can't help it any longer—I—" and there she goes, completely broken.

I got out of my reverie and pulled the schmuck in my arms. "Shh—" I shushed her, "Don't be so loud. I am here, I am here."

I am here for you became my mantra for troubled friends like this redhead here.

"Make me stop, 'Mione. I can't control myself any longer."

"I will. If you'll cooperate with me, you bugger."

She laughed. For a while only. I'm glad I am able to control feelings. For once.

"Hey. The chicks have slithered out of their shells. What's up?" Ron grinned stupidly—definitely the dorkiest kind of grin ever—and it made me grimace.

"Sod off, Ron." I let Ginny fall on a heap of fluffed-up cushions. I saw that Harry and Draco weren't there.

I was about to ask where the two douche bags were. Ginny beat me to it. "Where did those two—where in the world are they? We were just beautifying ourselves in the powder room, idiot."

"Calm yo tits, sis. Not my fault they had to skip me out for a while. Harry and Draco are just having a heart-to-heart talk, okay? Chill it, ladies."

Chill? Chill? What the fuck is Ron babbling about? I can't chill for a while. And whatever those two fucks are up to, well, I can't wait to hear about it.

"Shut it, Ron. We aren't in the mood for your lame-ass quotes, okay? Us, women, are getting a bit teensy-tense."

"Excuse me, Gin—" I interrupted. "—but we aren't tense tonight."

"Oh, really?"

"Suck your balls, Ron."

"Shut up!"

Sucks being stuck with weasels.

Draco and Harry were back from the patio outside. I wonder what those two did back there. Probably it was something I shouldn't eavesdrop on.

I let my line of vision trail before Draco (I am not ogling him, for chrissake). And his mystic eyes caught mine watching him.

"What?" he hissed. Okay, so he doesn't like me gazing at his "god-like appearance."

"Nothing." I mouthed at him. He glared at me like I've been stabbed by bicycle spokes. I clamped my mouth shut to avoid any insignificant word to spill out.

"Have you been fucking around with him?" Ginny jerked her chin towards Draco—who looked bored with us revolving around him—and poked Harry several times.

"I wasn't messing around with Draco, love," said Harry with pure affection. That made me jealous. No one has ever called me love ever since I was with Viktor Krum. And I—beyond hopefully—want someone to address me like that.

Like I want Draco to call me his one and only love.

Oops. That should've been kept private. Oh well, at least whoever's going to know about that should be silencio'd for the rest of his puny life.

I'm just sayin'.

My eyes flickered to the grand antique clock that hung on the wall behind me. It said that it was already after two in the morning. Hours do fly fast in the Muggle world. But that I don't mind, I mean, I am used to it. Why should I even bother?

"Hey, Malfoy," I swatted him with my stiletto-free foot. He frowned at the impolite gesture.

"It's two fifty-seven. Do you want to leave?" I pointed at the exit.

He shook his head, rubbed a finger in his cheek, and finally stood up. Draco pulled me up, effortlessly. I gave a quick kiss to Ginny and a flying smooch to both Ron and Harry.

Draco pulled me along with him all the way to the lobby. I wasn't happy with this drag-your-new-bride-home. This isn't what I had pictured out in my head.

Angrily, I ripped my arm off of Draco's steel-hard grip. Jesus, he can make my blood cut off in that same spot that he had grasped. Tourniquets, that's how I would describe it. Bloody tourniquets.

He stopped walking to turn back to give me one penetrating glare. "Hurry up, you lazy cow. It's getting late, just as you had told me."

I rubbed my hurting arm. "At least give me some proper name to call me."

We continued walking to the parking lot.

"Like what?" he inquired, thinking of names inside his brilliant little mind that would suit me well.

"Like Granger or Hermione. Give me some respect, okay? For once, this is all that I ask of you, Malfoy."

"Gee, what happened to the name 'Mudblood'? Doesn't hit any nerve on you anymore?"

I punched him on the shoulder. "Not that one."

"Do you want me to call you like old married couples' names such as love or honey? What about sweetheart? Babe?" A natural smile popped out of his lips when he said that.

I shut my mouth up and felt a familiar prickling on my face. Was I blushing? I lifted a hand to my face, patting one cheek at a time. Yeah, I am red as a fucking tomato.

The two of us walked in silence until we reached Draco's Lexus. I had to control myself since I had never seen a luxury car before. Except that Draco had already seen the almost-gaping-like-an-idiot-before-a-grand-object. And he absolutely snorted with a chuckle. He slid inside the driver's seat.

And I became red from head to tits.

The passenger's door opened and I let myself in. The unbearable weight of drowsiness had gradually dropped itself on me. Why now? My lids drooped and I yawned.

"Hey, sleepyhead," my husband—I still can't get used to that term—teased. I can't answer back since I know I am already incoherent.

"Let me sleep, dolt." I turned to my side.

"When we get home."

"How about now?"

"That won't do."

I gritted my teeth.

"Why not?"

He hesitated which was something new to him. And to me. "I still have a lot of things to ask you."

I forced my eyelids to open. "Fine."

He smirked. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Where are my questions? Why haven't I heard any single one come out from your prissy mouth, Draco?"

"Number one. Why are you blushing tonight?"

"What kind of question is that? If you don't have any sensible issues of me to ask, I'll go to sleep." I curled up into a ball and halfway—

An abrupt screech of brakes had me crashing to the car's dashboard.

"Ow." I patted my throbbing forehead. I mustered up a look to Draco. "What was that for?"

He frowned. "For being rude. I was totally courteous with you the whole time, and you just slept on me?"

My frown deepened. "Well, I'm sorry. Next time, talk to someone who thinks it's okay to be awake at this unholy hour."

"Remind me that the next time."

I yawned. "I will, I will."