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Chapter 4

"Wrapped So Pretty"

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What had she gotten herself into?Hermione Granger's stomach began to turn flips as she made her way into the ladies room. The Dungeon was where Esa worked. It was the name of the pub she and Ginny had gone tonight. Portnahaven was a small wizarding village along the coastlines and this was suppose to be the big night of her worse date ever. Ginny had set up the arrangements to bring her here to meet the quidditch player for the big setup, later they would travel by floo to Malfoy's place.

She ignored the other women standing by the sink and raced into the nearest stall, latched it closed and seriously consider casting a pimple spell upon herself, just to find a sure way out of this.

Only four days ago she was at home in her peaceful little apartment, reaching for the next tissue as she turned a new page in one of her books. Then this insanity had possessed her, after all those years of orderly thinking, of disapproving when Harry and Ron would behave so recklessly. Now look at her.

The point of no return or at least she felt that way, she stood in the bathroom stall realizing she made a mistake and forgotten the law of logical and rational thinking. Maybe it truly was just a rebellious reaction with Ronald leaving her over Lavender. His attitude towards their poorly held together relationship, combined with the fact that she was maybe just a little bored and lonely. Because she knew that -Malfoy, was an all around hater of muggleborns.

Or maybe it was just fate.Replied the tiny voice in her head. Although she wasn't one to put much into mystical omens and the whole galatical beliefs of prophetical signs, but was it more than coincidence that Malfoy's birthday fell exactly at her most fertile time of the month? This was simply too strong to ignore. All she had to do was go through with it. By this time tomorrow, she would be pregnant, and she could put this silly world of men behind her. It would just be her and her sweet little baby.

Some people might have thought she was being selfish, but her longing for a baby didn't feel selfish. It felt right and she can't recall ever wanting anything more in her life.

This morning she had imagined herself years from now in a beautiful brick home, lost in her studies of advancing her career as a healer and a small noise would come in to break her concentration, the sound of her soon to be child coming into the room.

"Mom, will we practice more magic today?"

In her mind she would turn around and abandon her work to do what her the little love of her life wanted.

The sound of the chattering witches faded as they left. She knew she couldn't hide forever, and hated the idea of cowering away from the likes of Malfoy. Finally, she opened the door. As she slipped out of the stall, she caught another glimpse of her and Ginny's handy work and for a fraction of a moment she thought the reflection belong to some other witch.

Hermione and Ginny worked a spell to lengthen her hair just for tonight and turned it solid black as a midnight river with waves clear past her delicate waistline. Her makeup Ginny applied with a heavy hand to hide the natural brown of her eyes, which she had wanted to change those too, but Hermione wouldn't hear of it. The reflection of the young witch looking back at her look dangerous, sensual and with a look that clearly said free agent!

Her gaze finally dropped to the outfit she and Esa had shopped for together.

Hermione adjusted the diamond chained spaghetti straps.

Metallic looking, solid black and so body tight they could have painted the mini cocktail on and gotten the same effect from her dress. From a front view, for Hermione's taste it was mildly acceptable. The true attention grabber of the erotic glittery piece, was in its back. Large cutouts devoted to exposing the sensual curve of her hips were exposing the lower backside of her slender waist making her feel hopelessly nude.

Each cutout was drawn together into a single large sparkling ring also jazzed up with shiny diamonds, four of which sat in the mid of her exposed back. She would have never dreamed of buying such a gutter-style garment, but she had to successfully disguise her identity and Gin said she had to do it all the way; looks and everything.

She had picked out a lovely cream tone dress that saved her some shame. She thought it was adorable, but Esa told her that hooker's don't wear those. Hermione had to admit she enjoyed the other witch's company even if she didn't approve of her choice of a lifestyle. She was a little shallow and self-centered, interested only in scanty clothes, going to bed with Quidditch stars and getting drunk.

Ten minutes later and still standing by the basin and mirror. Hermione had not yet left the ladies room. This whole plan was insane. And the more she thought of it, the more insane it became. She reached into her tiny hand bag where she had packed a change of clothes just incase she came to her senses in a nick of time. Panic swelled up inside of her and she couldn't find the tiny parcel of clothing fast enough.

Ginny burst through the door then. "What the hell is keeping you? Zabini's outside waiting for you." she said her red hair flying as the door ripped open. Gin staring directly at her.

"Gin we can't, I mean its one thing to talk about it, even planning it. But to actually go through with it….I …I don't think I can. I- I've changed my mind." Hermione kept fumbling around in her handbag hoping to grip either her wand or the spare trousers she packed.

" I knew it. You're not gonna chicken out on me now?" Ginny knew she would do this and planned ahead for it. She was not about to screw up her chances with Zabini. E'sa wanted to bed him sure, but he had been chasing Ginny since Hogwarts, so when E'sa offered her a second chance at Harry Potter in exchange for number twelve she couldn't contain herself. And if she could just get Hermione to go through with tonight, Zabini would be all hers and Esa swore she'd hand him over in exchange for one night with Harry. Ginny rushed over and withdrew a tiny flask from her back pocket.

"Down it."

"No, what is that."

"What do you mean? it's a potion. One of my damn best creations I might add."

"I don't know…."

"Trust me. You're scared right? About to poop your panties right? So do you want that kid or not…..Down it! It's just what you need."

"I've learned my lesson once about drinking strange potions with your brother."

"Yeah, Yeah. So do you want a little Hermione or not?"

The perfect image of her baby swelled up in her mind."You know I do."

"Then just drink the fucking potion Hermione and come on the guy is ready to leave."

She downed the potion and protested again as Ginny dragged her out by the arm. The atmosphere of the place was full blown with energy. Dance music blasted from invisible speakers so loudly she felt as if she would evaporate from the vibration of them. Hermione spotted a lengthy counter section of the place and instantly knew it had to be the bar for ordering drinks. A couple of people rushed past her, some laughing, some passing shots of green liquor, and others simply talking.

They brushed through a group of strange wizards and Hermione noticed them staring at her. For a moment she thought maybe something was wrong. That maybe she had a stream of tissue dragging behind her high heel, but no the look they gave wasn't curosity, it was purely sexual in every way. The potion was surely working on her cause she flashed a smiled back at a curly haired one dress in red.

"Holy shit!" Gin stopped dead.

"What?"

"Your name think of a name quick….no body should know you're real name. It'll kill the whole damn plan." Ginny gave her an apologetic look that said sorry, but you're not a pureblood so no one should know.

Hermione gave it some thought. "Moine…sounds nice. Herm... or what about my middle name?"

"Those will do I guess. But can't you think of something sexy, or different." Ginny spun her around on her heels pointed at a round table of females and began to name off some of the most seductive looking witches Hermione ever encounter in her adult life. "That's Candy but her real name is Susan, of course you know E'sa. The girl with the see through red mini skirt, her name is Fundu. Then there's Olga, Penny, Kit and Kat the twins. Over there is Bunny. We call her that cause she's bounced off every guys broom stick. And then there's me Gin. -So here." Ginny tossed a random cup into her hand as a waitress slipped by them in the crowd and pressed the drink to Hermione's lips. Forcing her to drink.

"You're name will be ...Butter."

"That's horrible."

Ginny then pulled her to a tall handsome wizard standing well over six feet, and he could easily be a conversation piece with his dark good looks. His dark eyes scanned over Hermione with pure satisfaction. A vein twitched in his jaw and he cocked a brow and smiled brightly.

His interesting features sent a trickle down her spine. The potion surely had to be working its magic. Hermione had a mental flash of those cool hands of his all over her. The tingling between her legs reminded her she wasn't wearing panties.

E'sa appeared next to her carrying a tray filled with more tiny shot glasses.

"And 'ere she is, don't 'eva let anybody say E'sa can't deliver."

"You sure out did yourselves ladies," The slytherin monster she remembered from school. Blaise Zabini. He raked over her with those eyes of his. "This one is all class. So ….got a name beautiful?"

Hermione was feeling so warm and fuzzy from Gin's potion she couldn't think. Sweet Merlin! Her brain was frozen. What was wrong with her, her brain never freezes. Not ever. Hermione shoved the drink to her lips again and swallowed several mouth fulls.

"Her name is Butter," Said Ginny coming to her rescue, the music nearly drowning her voice out.

"Butter is it. Nice to meet you Butter." said Zabini.

Hermione lowered her drink and her eyes feel to the open V-cut in his shirt, revealing a teasing portion of his chest. He leaned back against the wall, with a perfect pose.

"Got a last name Butter?" he asked.

Hermione coughed on the alcohol she'd been holding in her mouth and regarded him nervously. Lying never came easily for her.

"Cup!" said E'sa thinking quickly, taking the drink from Hermione's hands as she gave her a sharp slap on her ass.

Hermione jerked forward slightly when the other witch's hand sounded off on her rear.

"Is that right?" Zabini lifted from the wall, took Hermione's drink from E'sa and finished it all in one swallow. Then, he reatched for Hermione, holding her hands up and outward in his. He took in an eye full of Draco's prize. "Well Ms. Butter Cup, I do love sweets my lady."

Hermione allowed him to examine her.

Since this whole thing got started she gone through more monstrous examination than she thought she could handle. But rather than object. The effects of the tonic made her smile back and she allowed his intrusive behavior. "Oh I almost forgot." he said releasing her hands and pulling out his wand from his pocket.

Next thing Hermione knew, there was a fat, large slytherin green ribbon draping from around her neck, its long tail dropped to her waist.

"I hardly doubt that -" she lifted her hands to her throat and touched the silky loops of the bow. " I hardly think this will be necessary. I don't want to wear this." she began to argue, but the hideous thing simply wouldn't come off no matter how she tugged at it.

"Too bad Buttercup, you're a birthday present now. Draco is really gonna love you."

Author's Note:Sorry the chapters are a little short but to get them in faster I just shorten them. At first Hermione's bow was pink, for those that have already read this chapter but the more i thought about it I simply had to turn it green. How slytherin is a green bow? anyway I hope you don't mind the change to much, it was in honor of Draco...he he!