A/N- Okay, I know I haven't updated in like 4 months, but please don't hate me, I've been going through a lot of crap lately. I think I seriously gained like 10 pounds during the break, and now I only have a few weeks to prepare for my driving test. Stress, stress, stress! I know it's not an excuse, there are more important things that can stand in the way of updating, but I really couldn't find time. So I hope this makes up for it!

A/N #2- J.K. Rowling owns all of what I write. She is the mastermind behind it all.

A/N #3- Also, this chapter contains excerpts from the movie Knocked Up. Again do not own, it belongs to the amazing Judd Apatow.


:::Chapter 9- Up To Something :::

Hermione ears strained to hear the words Alby said, but she was still in shock with hearing what she had said not two seconds ago. Pregnant? How could this happen? How could she have let a friend of hers do this to herself? Did she know the contraceptive charm? Did Hermione know it? How was Ron going to react? Why was she questioning herself?

Alby stared at Hermione. Apparently she wasn't taking it well. If she didn't take it well...who would?

"Alby...how could this happen? You're only seventeen!" Hermione stood up and paced around, obviously very confused and nervous.

"I don't know, I mean, I know, but I don't know how it could have happened with me and Ron. He's not even like that. I guess we were just really drunk." Alby looked like she was about to cry.

Hermione ran over to her and started to hug her. "Alby it's okay. Don't cry." She patted her head, very mother-like. "You don't even know yet, so let's find out."

They opened the little bag and pulled out many pregnancy tests. "What does this one do?" Alby asked.

"I think it shows a blue bar." Hermione yelled through the door. "Okay, give me another!" Hermione gave Alby another test while she took the five she had already taken. "I need another drink, I'm out of pee!"

"Hold on!" Hermione grabbed a butter beer and sent it through the door. The pile of used pregnancy tests were slowly increasing on the counter of the Head's bathroom. "I don't want any more bubbly stuff i'm getting a stomach ache! And there's no more toilet paper!"

"Will you shut-up and drink it already! And don't wipe up your piss with my towels!" Hermione waited for more tests to come out the door. "Hey! This one has a smiley face!...Oh, wait that's bad."

"Ughh! Don't talk to me! How many have I taken already?" Alby screamed.

"About twelve. Just come on. It's been three minutes already."

Alby came out, she had been crying and was shaking, dreading to see the results.

"Oh Merlin! These cannot all be positive. Let me take one." Hermione disappeared into the bathroom and took one of the tests as Alby stared in horror at the, so far, ten positive tests.

When Hermione emerged from the toilet and sat her test down she looked at Alby's pale face. She told her it would be okay. After three minutes she grabbed the test and looked at it. "What the-...? What is this? What the fuck is this?!" Hermione stared at the test in horror.

"That's the one you took." Alby announced monotone. "Oh." Hermione looked relieved. "That would have sucked. I'm sorry."

"Oh, what am I going to do? I'm fucked! I'm pregnant at seventeen and I have to tell Ron, and he might not accept me and the baby and...and...I have to give birth...and go through all of that pain." She broke down in sobs. Hermione moved Alby into her room and let her go to sleep. Alby was so upset. Hermione was, too.


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Hermione walked out of the head's common room and turned down the long corridor that would lead to the Great hall. She was confused about Alby's situation. To be pregnant at such an age was just terrifying. It made her think of her own situation. Draco Malfoy. The slytherin prat that haunted her nightmares. Well, not really. She couldn't deny that he was cute. She also counldn't deny that he was terribly annoying.

She walked into the great hall and sat down beside Harry and Ron. She was happy to be at dinner, she was starving and needed to eat something with lots of chocolate. Too bad she couldn't, though. Ron of course was scarfing down everything in sight. At that moment she hated Ron. 'He must have the fastest metabolism to not be as big as a house.' She thought. 'And here I can't eat anything with sugar in it, or I'll be a beluga whale.'

"Mione, where's Alby?" Asked Mr. I-can-eat-anything-without-getting-a-fat-ass.

Hermione pulled herself out of her daze. "She's back in the common room, she doesn't feel good." She started eating whilst Harry and Ron shared confused faces. "She still doesn't feel good?" Harry asked.

'Still?...'

"Yeah, she just has a stomach ache or something, I really don't know, she passed out as soon as she got to my room." She answered. She stole a glance towards the slytherin table and saw that whore Pansy Parkinson trying to get some guy to kiss her. It was just like her to try to get a guy while she's got an audience. Especially when she knew no girl would try to stop her, or they would face the wrath of a furious witch.

She heard Ron and Harry make small talk with Lavender and Padma who came to sit by them today. Harry looked like he was starting to come out of his Cho phase and was ready to move on to a new object of affection. Lavender looked more than happy to fill the position, even though she acted as if was the last thing on her mind. Playing hard to get was always her strategy. Ron and Padma just talked quietly. She wondered if Ron would accept Alby when she told him. Mrs. Weasley would be royally pissed if he didn't and seeing as she is such a convincing woman, when yelling someone's head off, if would seem likely that Ron would have no choice but to take responsibility.

Hermione looked back over to the slytherin table and caught sight of someone staring back. She suddenly felt very uncomfortable and looked away from the blonde's grey eyes and back at her food, until she realized she wasn't hungry anymore. She said her good-byes and left the table.

She headed back to the common room, wondering if Alby had woken up and needed help. Before she did that, she decided to take a bath. She still had time before she had to patrol and she needed to relax if she was going to be spending time with the blonde ferret that night.


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She ran the water and added her soap and bubbles while she waited for it to fill up. The room was steamy and warm and she felt secure having her alone time in the beautiful head's bathroom. She wiped off the steamed mirror as she peeled off her gryffindor robes and clothes. and laid them down beside her towel. She looked in the mirror and felt disappointed with what she saw. Of course she was a nice looking girl, but she would never be the amazing beauty queen that she wanted to be. Part of the reason that she even dressed the way she did was because she didn't like how everyone thought she was just a bushy-haired, know-it-all.

She wanted to change herself and shock people. The first time she ever tried to de-frizz her hair, she looked ten times better, but that just made her want to do more. She didn't have the perfect chest or nice long tan legs, or even a cute butt. Guys didn't fall to their knees in awe of her beauty. She was just a girl trying to be pretty and change people's minds about her.

She shut her mind off and stopped thinking about herself as she dipped into the water. The hot liquid burned her skin, yet felt amazing to her tired body. She started to clean her body and wash her hair, when she heard a door shut. Surprised, she looked up after cleaning the soap out of her hair and saw Malfoy looking back down at her.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!" She screamed. Malfoy, unaware he had been seen, jumped up and away in shock at her strangled scream. He landed on the the floor with a thud and looked up dazed. "Whoa woman! What the hell?"

"You! What are you doing in here? Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" She yelled. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it tight around her.

"I did knock! No one answered so I came in." He reasoned. "Well you didn't notice the steam in here, you'd think that someone might be having a bath!" She yelled again. She charmed her hair to dry and let the water drain. The little blonde prat was pissing her off.

"There could have been a fire!" He yelled. "And you would have died if I didn't save you!"

"Yeah, a fire's going to make steam. It makes fire and smoke! Retard!"

"Hey that's not a nice thing to call me. Take it back."

"No!

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Gosh, who knew you could still be this childish at seventeen?" Asked someone unknown. After looking in the doorway to Hermione's room did they realize it was Alby.

"What's she doing here?" Asked Malfoy.

"She took a nap in my room. She doesn't feel good." She answered.

"Yeah, a nap that was terribly needed, but rudely interrupted." She wasn't a happy camper.

Malfoy looked confused. "Wait, I thought there were wards against people coming into the rooms?"

"No, that's only for the opposite sex." Hermione supplied.

"That's not fair." He pouted.

Alby bent over and gasped, "Oh my gosh..." .

Hermione looked over at her after tearing her eyes away from the dumb blonde. "What it is?"

Alby ran over to the toilet and immediately started throwing up. Hermione ran to hold her hair.

Malfoy was disgusted by what he saw. "Ewwwwwwww! That is so gross! Can't you do that in your own bathroom?"

"Malfoy! Shut-up and get a wet towel!" Hermione yelled over the hacking sounds. Alby was already on her third round.

'What?! Se couldn't possibly be serious.' He thought. "Why? You're going to use our nice, clean towels to clean that up?!"

"Draco Malfoy! Get a towel now, before I shove it up your ass!"

So, Malfoy did the only logical thing a guy would do in a situation like this. He ran. Far away...to get a towel.

After she was finally done puking. Alby sat up and wiped her mouth off with the towel Hermione gave her.

"I taste cherries." Alby said.

"..." Malfoy and Hermione caught eyes.

"I don't even eat cherries."

"Okay, do you have to tell us what it tastes like? Ugh." He shivered.

"Okay, come on." Hermione helped her up and put her back to bed.


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Hermione and Malfoy walked around looking for anything bad to report. Apparently there was nothing going on friday night. No one was out causing chaos, making out behind statues, trying to kill each other, stealing from potion closets, smoking strange substances, changing grades, stealing food from kitchens, or even trying to get lucky. It was absolutely quiet and...kind of scary. The only thing heard was the footsteps of the Head boy and girl.

"Do you have to be such an ass?" Hermione asked after the silence between them was driving her crazy. Malfoy just stared at her in shock.

"I am not an ass!" He argued.

She rolled her eyes comically. "Yes you are. You always have to be ruining something or pissing someone off. You're a little brat."

"Whatever. I just act as I please."

"Obviously." They walked around the charms classroom, making sure no one was out of bed or breaking a rule. Hermione couldn't hold back the eighteenth yawn she'd had that night. Malfoy had noticed this and decided to change Hermione's mind about him and his ways. He loved confusing and irritating her.

"Why don't you go back to the room and I'll patrol for the rest of the night."

Hermione looked at him surprised. "What?"

"Go back. I know you're tired, so go get some sleep and then we can both patrol monday." He kept walking around whilst Hermione wondered what had gotten into him. Finally she gave in. "Fine, but I know you're only doing this so you can annoy me later on."

"Me? Annoy you? Never!" Ha! She was a clever girl.

"Yeah, whatever. Goodnight, Malfoy." She walked off.


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Before Hermione went to sleep that night, she decided to go to the gryffindor common room. She wan't surprised to see Ron and Harry still up playing chess. It's basically what their lives revolve around.

"Hey Mione. What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be patrolling." Asked the ever curious Harry.

"Yeah, but Malfoy offered me the rest of the night off." Again the confused faces.

"Why would the git do that?" Ron asked as he had overtaken a knight.

"Who knows. I was going to go to sleep, but I thought you two were up and my hunch was right. " She sat don in one of the plush chairs surrounding the coffee table in the middle of the room.

"He's up to something." Said Ron.

"You always think he's up to something." Harry said.

"Well, because he is! Checkmate!" Ron danced around.

Hermione's eyebrows rose, as did Harry's. "Umm...okay."

"What? I won!" He danced again.

Hermione smiled and laughed. She looked at the clock and saw there was ten minutes to midnight.

She needed to go to bed, but she wanted to stay and spend time with Ron and Harry.

"What's wrong Mione?" Harry asked. "What do you mean?" She asked.

"Well, you looked sad. Are you okay? You've looked really upset ever since school started. Usually you're really happy right now."

"Yeah, you haven't been all book crazy either." Said Ron.

"Oh, well...I don't know. Ever since the party I just really feel different."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

'Oh, great. Way to go Hermione. Now you have to tell them what happened that night.' She thought.

"Well...you know how I used to really party alot." She asked them.

They looked at each other. Each wondering where this was going. "Yeah. We guess."

"Well, I've been re-evaluating everything I've done and I really feel ashamed of myself. I mean, the thing is, I was just so sick of people calling me a know-it-all and a bookworm, that I just got mad and wanted to change everyone's mind about me. I changed so much, that I barely know who I am when I leave to come back to school. "

Ron and Harry knew that this was probably going to end up somewhere bad. She did once date them both and they had had a huge fight over it.

"Mione, you couldn't have changed that much I mean, I know that you like to date guys now and drink and party, but it doesn't necessarily mean you're a bad person." Ron told her.

"I know, but I just recently found out how far that took me. That night at the party...I...I went back to my room with someone. Someone were not very fond of."

Of course this did not settle well with the boys. They started thinking of guys she could have gone back to Hogwarts with. "Who was it?"

Hermione sat there for a while. Contemplating if it was really worth getting yelled at for. They would find out eventually, Malfoy must have told someone. He wouldn't be this nice to her if he hadn't of done something terrible like that.

"Mione?" Harry asked. "Who was it?"

"...Draco Malfoy."

Ron fainted to the floor with a loud boom. Harry stared at her with his mouth opened. "What?!"

Well, this should be interesting...


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TBC...

Again so sorry for the delays.

Remember please R&R! I haven't updated in a while and I feel this chapter is sort of out of character with the others. I'll never know if no one tells me. So please R&R for me por favor!

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