Sorry it has been so long, I have been busy. Anyway the lyric from last week was Why do you care what people think? Are you hooked up to their leash? From the song 'Anklebiters' (Paramore, Paramore - the self titled album). This chapter may be a little shocking but it does clear up some stuff. Enjoy!
Chapter Four
Autumn came and went, filled with fevered kisses and disturbing sexual encounters between the Slytherin and the Gryffindor. Soon it was winter and the frosts came over the grounds and the students rugged up even more than they usually did.
Sitting in the Gryffindor common room, arched over a book and scribbling on the parchment beside her, Hermione Granger tried her hardest not to think about what Malfoy had said months back.
"Stuff it," She muttered before slamming closed the thick book and gathering her things. She made her way towards the Head Girl's dorm in the Gryffindor rooms and, when she was in, slumped down onto the bed, her books crashing to the floor.
"Oh good, you're here." A sultry voice said form the adjoining bathroom. A silver-haired man came out, dressed only in black pants, his bare chest rippling with every movement.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione whispered, trying to scold but a grin was playing about her lips. She sat up and watched as his muscles flexed.
"What? A guy can't visit his girlfriend late in the afternoon?" He pushed her back down and crawled on top of her, pressing his lips firmly against hers. She could feel his erection through the thin cotton of his pants.
"Mmph, Draco." She pushed him off her and got up, walking to the other side of the room. When he gave her a questioning look, she turned her head and refused to meet his gaze.
"What's wrong, honey-boo?" He said, pouting his lips like a little child.
"Firstly, don't ever call me 'honey-boo'-"
"Sorry, just trying something new." Draco mumbled.
"- and secondly, I just … I just want to sleep tonight." She turned away from his shocked expression and hugged her arms around herself.
"Since when have you ever just wanted to sleep?" Draco stood up from the bed and came over to her. He pulled her arms out from their position on her body and nudged her chin with his. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong." She tried to pull out of his grasp but he wouldn't budge and all she ended up doing was tiring herself out. When she finally relaxed, he pulled her close and gave her that look. "Stop it." She mumbled, turning her face away from his.
"No. Tell me what's wrong." He used one hand to hold both her arms and brought her face back to his with the other.
"I … I have a test tomorrow." She still didn't meet his eyes, instead staring at an apparently very interesting spot on the carpet.
"No you don't." Draco said trying to get her to look at him.
"How would you know?" She finally met his eyes.
"I have all the same classes as you, remember?" He leaned down and grazed his lips against hers.
She pushed at his chest and tried to retreat again. He held her still. "What is wrong with you?" He said, his voice was almost an octave higher than usual and filled with worry.
"Nothing, I just need to sleep. Please?" He released her and she turned from him, heading towards the bathroom.
"Why are you going in there?"
"To get changed."
"It's not as if I haven't seen you without clothes before." She found that she couldn't escape his gaze this time and backed up into the bathroom doorway.
"I just…" She looked as if she were thinking up an excuse before she sighed with resignation and took a step towards her cupboard instead, her hand clasped protectively over her stomach.
He caught her just before she could hide in the wardrobe doors and pulled her towards him, resting his chin on top of her head. "What's wrong with your stomach?" He whispered, dreading the answer.
"Nothing, it's fine." She was almost convincing, but Draco knew her better than that. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed in the fruity sent of Hermione's hair.
"Is it… are you…?" He couldn't bring himself to say it.
A small sob choked out of her throat and she pushed a hand up between them to cover her mouth. Draco withdrew so he could look at her face, down to her belly, then back to her face.
"Shit, Hermione." He wrapped her in his arms again. This wasn't her fault. He was the one responsible for protecting them. He was the one who should have taken care. He was the one who should have bought the condoms. And now…
"I know. What are we going to do?" She pushed her face into his chest and pulled her arms around him. She sobbed quietly and he could feel her tears on his bare skin, making him shiver.
They woke with the covers sprawled around their legs. Both pairs of hands were clasped over Hermione's belly and she had her head rested on his chest. The sun was streaming in through one of the windows and Draco marvelled at its presence during the morning. The dungeons didn't have windows.
"Hey." He said as he kissed the crown of her head.
"Hey." She murmured, flicking her eyes up to him, looking through her lashes. She had sleep in the corners and they were blurry with water. "Then she remembered what she had told him; "Oh, shit."
"Yeah. A baby." He leaned over and kissed her belly, pulling the shirt up and pressing his lips to the softly swelled flesh. He rested his head against her stomach to see if he could hear it kicking. "Why doesn't it kick?"
She laughed at him and Draco found himself smiling as well. "It is barely anything more than a fetus." She ruffled his hair and then glanced at her wand, which was projecting the time into the air.
"We have to go," Draco said as he followed her gaze and saw the time. "We're going to be late." He groaned as he sat up, the muscles in his back stretching and hurting from where he had slept on them funny.
"What are we going to do, Draco?" She was staring at the covers on the bed.
"Well, we are going to get dressed and then go to class. Alright?" Draco pulled at her hands and she looked up at him, her eyes filling with tears.
"I meant about the baby."
"It can barely be seen right now, no-one will notice. We can figure that out later." He pulled at her again, trying to get her up.
"We haven't even told anyone that we're seeing each other."
"Well we should do that then." He smiled at her and then went to her cupboard, pulling out a uniform for her and a uniform for him. Yes, he had moved into her dorm and she had moved into his, depending on where they slept.
"No. I … I can't." She got up from the bed and pulled off her sleeping clothes.
"Are you still on this? I was all right waiting a few months ago, back when we were just beginning, but now? This is getting ridiculous!" He pulled on a crisp white shirt, then pulled the tie off the coat hanger and put that on, too.
"You can't be too careful anymore. With all that is waiting for you." She reached for the skirt on the bed, stepping into that and pulling it up.
"Oh, come on! What is waiting for you that could hurt us? Hurt you?" He pulled on a jumper with a Gryffindor symbol, shrugged it off and then found a Slytherin one.
"Your fiancé for one!"
Draco stilled. "That was called off, you heard her."
"When would I have heard that? She hasn't spoken to me except to insult me!" Hermione roughly did up her tie and pulled on the jumper that Draco handed her.
"That day! The day you spilt the potion on me. The day you told me about Shakespeare. Which I have been reading, mind you!" They were yelling now and Draco was expecting a student to come and knock on the door any moment.
"I have never spoken to you of Shakespeare!" Her eyes were blazing with fury and confusion. "I didn't even speak to you that afternoon."
"Yes, you did! You spilt the potion on me and then when you walked out I followed you! I sat with you and I told you that what we had was more than just an auction! You told me about Shakespeare and how we were from separate houses. Then you told me about how they both died in the end – which, by the way, you were wrong about! Then Pansy came along with McGonagall and yapped at us, breaking off the engagement! Then you went away to clean up and when I got back to class you were there already! I whispered in your ear that I couldn't wait to see you that night." Draco was breathless by the time he was finished.
"No. I spilt the potion on you; I walked out and went to the bathroom. I cleaned up and then I went back to class. Then you whispered in my ear and told me you couldn't wait to see me! I never spoke to you of Shakespeare and Pansy did not talk to us! I was never with you!" She was now face to face with him.
"Then who was with me?" Draco said quietly. He couldn't meet Hermione's gaze, instead choosing to walk out of the room, in full view of the Gryffindor's who were gathered around the door. He didn't care if they saw him.
"Shit." Hermione muttered as she saw Ron and Harry in the crowd.
"You are seeing Malfoy?" They said together. Disbelief was spread across their faces and they were looking at her with a mix of betrayal and disgust.
Hermione laughed to herself before starting the long and overdue explanation.
What are they going to do? Who was the person acting as Hermione? These are questions that you will get answered next week, or maybe the week after. That depends on how much I have on! Please review. Eleviel.