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A/N: Wow! I haven't updated this in almost a week! I have been so busy and I had a bad case of writer's block. My apologies. Anywhoo, to my loyal readers, (if I have any) please read and review!

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Chapter 5 recap… "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, n-nothing. Just the usual, you know, throwing up… having your baby…"

He pushed her away. "What?" he asked.

"I said throwing up."

"What was that last part?"

"Nothing. I didn't say anything else."

"Yes you did. What did you say?"

She sighed. "I said that I am having your baby."

Malfoy laughed. "That's a good one Granger. You are a hoot."

She looked him in the eyes. "Does it look like I am joking?"

Chapter 6: The mistakes we've made

Draco stared at her. All the happiness seemed to drain out of him. "You aren't serious."

Tears were streaking her face. "No, Malfoy, I am not joking. Yes, I am being completely serious. Why would I joke about something like this? Do you think that I want to have your baby?"

The words stabbed at him like knives. Quickly regaining his composure, he said, "Are you sure Weasel isn't the father?"

"Yes, I am very sure. You are the only one I have ever-" she turned red as a tomato, "well, you know."

"And you're sure you are pregnant? Because if you are lying to me, this is one sick joke."

Granger laughed hysterically and took his hand. She dragged him over to the trash can. "Look at this," she said pointing at the trash.

"And what exactly am I looking at?" Draco asked looking at the sticks.

Granger rolled her eyes. "They are pregnancy tests, stupid. And look," she pulled one out. "This means you are pregnant." She pointed to the smiley face.

Draco sat down on the cold white tile. Granger sat down too. She watched him run his hands through his hair. When he turned to look at her, she said, "It's alright. You don't have to do anything. There is no reason you will have to act like a father to this baby. I think I can manage by myself. I mean think, a lot of women do just fine being single mothers."

Draco could not believe what he was hearing. "Look, if you think that I'm going to let my kid grow up without a father, you are wrong. If that really is my child, I want to know it. I want to see it grow up."

She smiled with new tears falling from her eyes. Merlin, does she ever stop crying? He thought. "You are so sweet." She rubbed an incredibly soft hand on his cheek.

He smiled for the first time in what felt like years. "I know. So what do we do now?"

She sighed. "Well, I'm going to have to tell Ron and Harry." He could see the pain in her eyes. "They'll probably hate me and never talk to me again! I won't have anything…" Granger was sobbing again.

Draco put his arm protectively around her shoulders. He looked at her chocolate eyes. "You will have me."

"What has made you so nice?" she questioned.

"I'm not the same person I used to be. A lot has changed." Horrible memories flooded his mind. He quickly pushed them out.

"Oh no." Granger grabbed the trash can and vomited.

"If you want, I can come with you to tell them and everything. Only if you want some support."

"Thanks." She said and threw up again. "What will I say?"

"Well, to start with, you will have to tell them you are pregnant. You can go from there." He held the hair out of her face.

"I need to make a doctor's appointment too." He let go of her hair, and helped her up. "I need to tell Professor McGonagall and my mom…"

After she brushed her teeth, Draco walked her to her room and helped her into bed and covered her up. "Don't worry about anything today. You stay in bed and I'll tell the teachers you have the flu since we have all the same classes. And I'll make an appointment for you."

"Thanks Malfoy." She closed her eyes.

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The day went by in a blur. Draco could hardly concentrate in his classes. The word father kept popping into his head. What was he going to do? He had no idea what to do, his father was never around. When he was around, it was only because he wanted to beat his wife and punish Draco.

Even though he had gotten whatever he wanted, Draco's childhood was anything but pleasant. From the time he could remember, he would be woken up in the middle of the night by his mother's screams of pain. The only reason Draco had never been hit was because he was the only son and he had to carry on the family name.

As a result of his being spoiled, he was rude and arrogant. He was hated/envied by all when he arrived at Hogwarts. How the mighty have fallen.. he thought as he wrote a letter to St. Mungo's.

He went to the common room at lunch. He was supposed to be getting an owl from the hospital any time now. When it arrived, he read it and went to Granger's room.

She was sleeping. There were streaks of dried tears down her pale cheeks.

He leaned over her and brushed the stray hairs out of her face. Something strange was happening to him. He had a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach. It was like he was being drawn to her and he had to be near her. He rubbed his thumb across her cheek to get rid of any traces of tears.

Feeling his touch, she opened her eyes. Draco jerked his hand back. "What's wrong, Malfoy?" she asked.

"Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that your appointment will be on Saturday at 1:00." He looked around her room. It was a true Gryffindor room. The walls were dark gold and there was a small fireplace. The queen sized bed was made of oak and had a red comforter with a large gold Gryffindor crest.

"Oh. Thanks. Hey do you want to come with me and get some food?" she asked.

"Sorry, I can't I have to go to class." She sighed.

"Fine." Granger yawned.

"See you later Granger. And don't overwork yourself."

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Hermione was puzzled by Malfoy's behavior. Ever since she had told him she was pregnant with his baby, he had been careful not to say anything mean or make her do anything. He even offered to go with her to the doctor.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," she said when he put on his coat Saturday morning.

"This is my baby too." Was all he said. She looked at his eyes. She could tell that the comment had hurt him, though he would not admit it. Hermione instead squeezed his hand.

"I only meant that it might be boring for you. I mean, it will probably only be me that go back and you would be stuck in the waiting room."

"I don't care. I have some questions. And I need to get some things while we are in London. I think there is a portkey in the forest."

"Didn't I tell you? When I got here, Professor McGonagall made this room apparateable. So I could go visit my mother." She could feel tears coming.

What is wrong with me? Why am I such a bag of emotions?

"Great! Let's go. I want to get the stuff before we go to the doctor."

Hermione smiled at the new Draco Malfoy. She was beginning to think that this whole 'I've changed' thing was true.

"Where are we going first?" she asked. He smiled.

" We are getting some food of course, Preggers." Malfoy grabbed her hand, turned, and they disaparated with a pop.

Suddenly before them was a little café. It looked cozy. "Is this the place?" Hermione asked.

"Yea, they have really great ice cream." Hermione loved ice cream at the moment. Pregnancy did weird things to a girl, she decided. She had always hated ice cream ever since she was little and she had gotten a really bad stomach ache after eating too much of it. Now all she wanted to eat was ice cream with lots of sprinkles.

"You are such a dear." Hermione gave him a hug.

After eating their ice cream and doing some shopping (which Malfoy is extremely good at) Hermione and Malfoy went to her appointment.

The waiting room was awfully boring and cold. There were a few other women there, all with rounding bellies. Oh goodness, that will be me in a matter of months. "I'm going to get fat!" she whispered to herself.

Malfoy must have heard her, because he leaned into her and whispered, "No matter how big you get, you will still look beautiful."

"Malfoy, how come you had to say that!? Now I'm going to cry again." She cried for the umpteenth time that day.

"Sorry. I forgot."

"Yea. My butt you forgot." Now she was mad. Oh will this ever stop?

Her thoughts were interrupted when a nice young medi-witch came to the door in the waiting room. "Hermione Granger?" she asked. Hermione stood up. "Would your husband like to come too?" Hermione bristled, but was too embarrassed to say the truth.

"Are you coming, dear?" Hermione asked through gritted teeth. Malfoy looked hesitant, but came along.

The nurse took them down a long corridor and into a small room. There were lots of posters of babies and one particularly nasty looking one with the baby developing.

Malfoy left the room so Hermione could change into the gown. He came back in when the doctor came in. He held her hand and pretended to be very interested in looking at the door while the doctor did his work. When Hermione sat back up, the doctor said, "It looks as if everything is going splendidly so far. You are about a month pregnant, which means you should deliver sometime around June 1. Do either of you have any questions?"

"Is there anything I can do to stop the vomiting?" Hermione asked. She hadn't been able to keep anything down for more than a few hours for weeks now.

"I am sorry, but you will just have to ride that one out. The vomiting should stop sometime in the next month or two." He smiled.

"What about all the mood swings?" Malfoy asked.

The doctor smiled sympathetically. "I can not do anything about that eathier. I know what you are going through, though. My wife has had 5 kids. It is best to just be nice and not try to do anything that will upset her too much."

"Excuse me, gentlemen, but have you forgotten THAT I AM STILL HERE?!" Hermione was furious. "Malfoy how could you ask that? I am not having mood swings!" She shot him a death glare.

"Well excuse me for trying to help!" he yelled back. "You are not the only one going through this! Even before you found out you were pregnant you were like this! Nice then bitchy then sobbing, then furious! I CANNOT HANDLE THIS ANYMORE! You are driving me mad, woman!" Malfoy flung his arms in the air.

Hermione looked at the doctor. "You see what I have to put up with? This is all your fault." She was crying again. Angry tears blurred her vision. "Are we done here?"

"Not quite. Your blood tests came back and shows that you are anemic. I will prescribe some iron tablets for you. Also I would like to say that apparition is out of the question now, since there is always the risk of splinching."

"Fine. How are we supposed to get back to the school?"

"I can arrange a portkey for you. And congratulations to the both of you on this happy occasion. I will need to see you again in a month, Hermione. Have a nice day." With that he walked out of the room and so did Malfoy.

Hermione changed. She was so embarrassed. How could I have made such a fool out of myself?

She walked out of the room feeling like an idiot. Malfoy was glaring at her. "How could you humiliate me like that?" he hissed. His eyes were shooting daggers at her.

"I am so sorry."

"I was only trying to help and you do this to me."

Sobbing, she blurted out, "I need to see my mother." She ran away from him.

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A/N: Well, here is the 6 chapter. I know it's kind of boring and all, but like I said, I was having really bad writers block and I was really busy. I know the doctor's scene is kind of vague and boring but I had to put something in about the doctor. Read and review please!