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An Aberration: Out of the ordinary. After a one-night stand, Hermione's over men and ready to give them up. But with a positive pregnancy test and the phone number of the father, she's been given no choice. A story of overcoming the past, family and love.

Chapter 6

Phone calls and Warnings.

Draco Malfoy.

We messed up once
I messed up twice
How many times are we gonna try again

Oopsy Daisy - Chipmunk

I opened my bleary eyes to the sunlight, cringing away as if the light could hurt. I tried to settle the jumbles thoughts in my head, trying to get my priorities straight for the day.

Saturday, okay, that meant no work. I needed to go grocery shopping because the supply in the fridge had been dwindling for the past few days. What else did I need to do? It was there, on the tip of my tongue. It was nearly there, come on!

And then it was gone. The errant thought, which flashed through my brain, vanished. I wished I had a rememberall like Longbottom in first year. But there was still the problem of what I needed to remember… I sunk back into my mattress, still not ready to get up.

And then the phone rang.

I dashed out of my bed, annoyed that I was losing warmth I had just submitted to, but glad that whoever was calling had woken me up enough to get my lazy ass out of bed. I was a bit chilly because I was wearing a pair of green boxers and socks. That's it. (A/N Stop drooling now! Draco's mine. Mmm…)

I picked up the phone quickly, just so whoever was calling wasn't going to hang up, "Hello?"

"Hey Draco, its Hermione."

Hermione! That's what I was going to do! No, not in that way. I needed to call and see what happened last night, how it went.

"Hey Granger, I'd been meaning to call you. How are you?"

"Tired. And nauseous. Nothing out of the ordinary actually."

"What happened last night?" I asked tentatively.

"I don't want to talk about it," Hermione whispered, her voice cracking,

"Oh Hermione. What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Hermione growled.

I sighed, "How about we make a deal. I have to go grocery shopping this morning and then I'll meet up with you in the park at around two. How does that sound?"

There was a minute of calculating silence, Hermione was obviously figuring out whether she would make an appearance or not. She could easily not show, make an excuse of some sort. She could say she was feeling too sick. She could say she was too tired. She had already admitted that she was tired, but she wasn't acting on it. Yet…

'Fine," Hermione gave in, "I'll meet you by the fountain."

"Cool. I'll see you there Granger."

"Bye Malfoy…," she whispered, and the heartfelt emotion in those two words nearly broke me. Something had happened last night and something that hurt her. Really hurt her.

I wonder which of the boys had said it. I knew it wouldn't be Ginny, those girls were too close for that to hurt he relationship. She had mentioned that she had already told Ginny that she was pregnant; Ginny had said that she would stay behind her, no matter what.

I wondered how Ginny would act if her boyfriend said something. Actually, I wondered how Ginny would've acted if her brother said something. She was ferocious that red-head, so I bet it wouldn't be pretty.

"Bye Granger," I whispered back. But she had already hung up.

I sighed and walked to my room, opening my wardrobe and looking for something to wear. I found a white, button up shirt and some black jeans. I hurriedly made my bed because according to the clock it was 12.30pm already. I slipped on some chucks and walked into the kitchen, pouring myself a cup of strong coffee and putting some toast in the toaster.

The was a tap at the window and I looked over, seeing a russet coloured owl tapping with its claws, a Daily Prophet tied to its left leg. I grabbed my wallet, grabbing out 5 Knuts and opened the window, giving the owl the coins and untying the newspaper from its leg. The owl turned around, leaving through the open window which I shut after its exit.

My toast popped and I turned around, buttering it and spreading it lightly with vegemite, sitting down and opening the Daily Prophet. I scanned the headlines which stated: Astoria Greengrass and Ralpheus Mordune's Secret Affair has been leaked!

I scowled, dropping the paper while I finished my breakfast - well, urm lunch actually. Why would the rest of the wizarding world want to know this trite nonsense? Though as I thought about it, I bet that purebloods would be all too interested in this affair, seeing as many of them were so interested in keeping wizarding blood alive.

I bet my mother would be reading this actually, she's probably looking for a wife for me. I bet she would've paired me with Astoria Greengrass if she had the chance. That was the way pureblood families thought. All except me.

I wondered what they'd say if I brought Hermione home pregnant. I wondered what they'd say if I brought Hermione home, period. I wasn't sure how mother would react. Maybe loneliness had softened her up. I certainly hoped so, because I would have to bring Hermione home sometime. I was silently thankful that my father was in Azkaban; his reaction would be very outspoken.

I stood up, putting my plate in the dishwasher and grabbing my wallet and my jacket before locking my apartment and walking out into the city streets of London.

I did the shopping quickly, looking at the time constantly. I had half a trolley full of necessities for the next couple of weeks and I was just about to turn the corner when there, standing just to my right was the Weasel himself.

I was instantly angry, wondering if he was the one that made Hermione sad. Not just sad, as if she was broken. I stopped my trolley, moving it to the side and cleared my throat.

He looked round casually, wondering what was going on, but when he saw me, he froze. He frowned, as if he was angry, but I stalked up to him, staring him straight in the eye.

"You need to get your act together Weasel, because if you're going to be a true friend to Hermione, you're going to need to act like one! She's been there for you since the day you guys met. She's forgiving and helpful and you're being an insolent little asshole when you turn away from her."

The weasel flinched but said nothing. I never thought I'd see him this pale, but here he was. I had one last thing to say.

"Do you know who called me this morning? Demanding that she didn't want to talk about it? She's been broken by you! One thing that she does in her life, one night when she was aberrant, she does something different. When have you not done that? You've obviously done something like that before, so why is this any different?!"

I strode away, intent on keeping my dignity intact. I finished my shopping quickly and made my way to the park. I hoped that the Weasel would apologise, I really did. It was definitely hurting Hermione and whatever hurt Hermione, hurt me.

Wow, I was falling deep into this situation. But this time, I'm not going to bail. I'm going to be there for Hermione. There for my baby.

I saw a mane of curly hair and I quickened my stride towards the fountain, eager to talk to her.

"Hermione."

She looked up, red puffy eyes and all. I sat next to her and put my arm over her shoulder.

What was I getting myself into?


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