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THE HIDDEN PROPHECY

7. Unexpected.

That damn piece of parchment proved to be a nasty piece of work. The next couple of weeks, Hermione would be found in the library, and always with no less than three to four books in front of her. That even anoyed Draco a little, as she wasn't telling him what she was doing, and to top that, that Potter brat was almost glued to her.

He would wait for her in their common room after dinner, determined to yell at her for ignoring him most of the time, but at the site of her entering the portrait hole, all that would be forgotten. At least their nocturnal activities weren't changed.

Hermione was so determined to translate that damn parchment that she even forgot to have lunch or dinner some times...well, most of the times.

Lately she was very tired, and even feeling funny.

Finally three weeks after she'd been given the prophecy, 10th October to be more accurate (she had even marked the date), she had decoded the last rune. She went almost skipping at lunch. Hermione sat herself at the table beside Harry, and gave him a toothy grinn.

''I've done it. Care to join me after?''

''Sure Mione.''

''Oh..God...what's that smell...?'' Hermione squeezed her eyes, and cupped her hand over her mouth at the desgusting smell...that prooved to be tuna.

''Mione what's wro...'' Harry chocked on his words, as Hermione started to fall. Lucky the seeker in him reacted in time. He caught her just a few inches off the floor. Seconds later, almost all of the Griffindor table was around them.

Without second thought, Harry scooped her in his arms and marched to the hospital wing.

''Madam Pomfrey...a little help...'' Harry yelled as he kicked the infirmery's door.

And as always, the matron came rushing from her office.

''Mr Potter, what...what's happened with Miss Granger?'' Poppy asked, guiding Harry towards one of the beds.

''Dunno...she just fainted.''

Pomfrey quickly started casting different diagnostic spells, but there seemed to be nothing wrong. She was healthy as a horse, despite the obvious lack of sleep. She stood there looking at the girl when suddenly a memmory kicked in.

=FLASHBACK=

''Poppy...'' McGonagall cried, as she roughly pushed the marton's office door.

''Minerva? Something wrong?'' She asked, somewhat concerned.

''Poppy...I need a favor.'' The transfiguration professor said, as she propped herself against the wall.

''Merlin, just say it.''

''Listen to me...When the year starts...if you find any girl from fifth to seventh year to be pregnant, please inform me at once.''

''Minerva...what is this all about?''

''Just don't ask...I'll tell you at the propper time. Just promise mee that you'll so it. It's very important.'' McGonagall pleaded.

The matron just sighed, and nodded.

=END FLASHBACK=

She cast one glance at the girl's face and started muttering a complicated spell. After a few seconds, a blue fog filled buble rised from Hermione's stomach.

''Mr Potter...please go to professor McGonagall and tell her to come here.''

''What's wrong?''

''NOW!'' Pomfrey shouted.

Not even Harry could comment at the nurse's booming comand. He exited the infirmery running, only to return a few minutes later with McGonagall in tow, still running.

''Poppy? What is the matter?''

''Remember what you asked of me durring summer?''

''What about it?'' McGonagall asked, casting an eye towards Harry.

The matron didn't answer, she just pointed her wand at Hermione's stomach again, receiving the same result as she had earlyer.

McGonagall gasped, and looked towards Hermione.

Harry was looking at the two women, and was trying very hard not to snap at them. This was his best friend for Merlin's sake.

''What's wrong with her?'' he asked.

''Mr Potter, could you please go...''

''I'm not going anywhere till you tell me what's wrong with her.''

The look that he gave them was clearly saying 'Don't mess with me'

''I'm sorry Mr Potter, but it's not my place to tell you. You will have to wait until Miss Granger is awake. Now, if you'd please go find professor Dumbledore and Mr Malfoy, I'd be grateful.''

Harry sighed, and started walking towards the door, just to be pushed away by an angry Draco.

Draco was sitting in his place at the Slytherin table when Hermione colapsed. He whanted to jump up and run towards her, but he was held in place by a firm hand. When he filally tore his eyes from her, he glanced towards the person who was holding him.

''Mr Malfoy...come with me.'' Snape said, giving him a look that said that 'no' wasn't the perfect answer.

Draco stood, and silently followed Snape, at a slow pace...an imposibly, death inflictive, slow pace.

At one point, he whanted to hex the bastard and start running towards the infirmery, but that was also the moment that he realised that Snape was leading him exactly where he whanted to be.

Of course, being with the potions professor, no one would be questioning him as to why was he there.

Right before turning the last corner, Snape abruptly stopped in his tracks, causing Draco to bump into fis back, and fall. He quickly stood and faced the professor.

''Draco, you go in there, I have to go get the headmaster.''

''Why? What's wrong with Hermione?'' Draco asked, clearly panicked.

''You'll find out when we'll all be there.''

''NO! Tell me now.'' Draco demanded.

''Mr Malfoy, either you go in there now, or I change my mind, and you'll be in my office cleaning cauldrons. Take your pick.'' Snape was as calm as ever. And if Draco knew him well, witch he did, when his godfather was that calm with him...that was bad, bad, bad.

Draco gulped lowdly, nodded and proceded towards the infirmery. Lucky, now he had his own pace...running.

''What's wrong with Hermione?'' he shouted, kicking the door open.

McGonagall turned to face Draco, threw a glance towards Harry, who was rubbing his nose, and muttered something that sounded like 'that was quick'.

''Now that Mr Malfoy is here, Harry, please, the headmaster...''McGonagall trailed, as Snape and Dumbledore walked in the room.

She shot up an eyebrow, muttered a 'Hmph' and regained her place.

''Albus...exactly as you said...''

''Of course. Now the difficult part is only the prophecy...'' Dumbledore said.

''Professor, she'll be needing some potions...''

''What are we going to do...''

Both Harry and Draco were watching their professors in awe. They didn't know that someone could talk so fast and understand each other at the same time. The conversation was causing them dizziness. At one point Draco couldn't take it anymore, he pulled his wand and casted a Silencio over the three professors and the nurse, earning a death glare from Snape, an annoyed one from McGonagall and Pomfrey, a thankfull one from Harry and a smile from Dumbledore.

''Now...could you please tell us...what the hell is wrong with Hermione? Why aren't you talking to us, Merlin, you don't even look at us.''

Dumbledore stepped in front of him and waved his hand. ''Mr Malfoy, I would like to congratulate you.''

''Congratulate me? For what?'' Draco cast a puzzled look at the other professors, and at Harry.

''Yes...you're going to be a father.''

''Bloddy hell...'' That was the last thing he muttered before colapsing. Again...lucky, Harry was right beside him.

Draco woke up, a few minutes later, still in shock. He looked around the room at the professors, and Hermione who was still asleep. ''Why isn't she waking up?''

''She's exausted Mr Malfoy, she needs rest.'' Madam Pomfrey said.

''How long will she be out?''Harry asked.

''For as long as she needs to, Mr Potter, she is tired.'' informed Pomfrey.

Draco on his part, was still a little senseless. He was to be a father at eighteen. And the mother of his child was a muggle-born. He could hear his ancestors yelling at him. Oh they would be outraged, and Lucius...well Lucius would kill him for sure, and Hermione and the baby after that.

Harry slowly aproached him and extended his hand.

''Congtrats mate.''

''Thanks.'' Draco muttered, shaking Harry's hand.

A few minutes later, Hermione started to stirr, and Draco practically flew at her side, taking her hand.

''How do you feel, love?''

''Fine. What happened?'' Hermione asked yawning.

''You fainted.''Harry answered.

''Why? What's wrong with me?'' She asked, looking panicked at the nurse.

''Nothing to worry about, Miss Granger, it's just the way you'r body reacts.'' Pomfrey said, offering her a warm smile.

''Umm...reacts to what exactly?''

''Love...''Draco said, clearing his throat, ''...we're having a baby.''

Hermione gasped, and automatically threw one hand over her stomach.

''I think congratulation are in order.'' Dumbledore said, waving his hand, and conjuring butterbeers for everyone and pumpkin juice for Hermione.

''Um..professor, I finished the translation.'' Hermione adressed the headmaster.

''Good, very good Miss Granger. I'l be expecting you to my office after dinner then?''

''Certainly sir.''