Hermione didn't know where she was. She had slowly awoken and realized that she was no longer on her hard lumpy library couch but instead laying on her side on a soft mattress with someone's hand softly grazing her stomach. Keeping her breath even so as not to alert anyone that she was awake she slowly opened her eyes and found herself staring at Draco Malfoy's dresser. Which meant that she was in his bed. Which meant that he was behind her. Which meant that it was HIS hand on her stomach. 'How in Merlin did I get here?' she thought. Before she could think of a way to extract herself she felt Malfoy shift behind her which brought his hand farther up where his thumb was slightly grazing the underside of her left breast. 'Oh sweet Merlin,' she thought as her breath hitched. Slowly she rolled to her back and then up onto her left side so she was now facing him and his hand was currently on her back instead. 'Much safer there,' she thought. Glancing over his head she noticed that Damon wasn't in bed.

Bringing her gaze back to the sleeping Slytherin Hermione found herself smiling. He looked like an angel while sleeping. Lifting her hand she trailed her fingers down his face pausing at his lips before proceeding to the arch in his neck and then down his chest. Slowly she left her hand go lower and lower tracing his smooth skin to just above his boxer shorts. Letting her hand linger she thought back to the Draco described in the journal. If she was truly honest with herself she would probably do anything to make that Draco real. 'As if that would happen,' she thought rolling her eyes as she looked up and found that Draco was not only awake but staring at her. Shifting back she snatched her hand away as she stared back. "Careful little Gryffindor," he whispered, "You're playing with fire."

Blinking Hermione shifted back a little more, "How did I get here?" she asked.

"I saw you in the library. Thought you'd like to sleep a little more comfortably. Was I wrong?," he asked raising his eyebrow. Shaking her head she sat up quickly, "Thank-you my back I'm sure will be grateful."

Reaching out as she went to get out of the bed he grabbed her arm, "Where are you going? Don't you think we should discuss things?" Turning back Hermione stared at him, "You want to discuss things in your bed?" Shrugging Draco let go of her arm and reclined against his pillows, "Well I'm here and you're here and we shouldn't be in danger of being overheard here."

Blinking Hermione stared, "Who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?"

Folding his arms across his chest Draco sent her a glare, "What do you want me to do Granger? Ignore everything? Look we have to discuss this shit because it's not fair to our kid if we don't follow through and he's not born. So regardless of how you feel about me and how I feel about you we have to…agree….on things."

Rolling her eyes Hermione shifted back onto her side facing him, "But you have to promise not to yell, scream, or insult me. Frankly you have to be a totally different person."

"You're so funny, Granger," he hissed glaring down at her as she smiled up at him. Rolling his eyes he sighed, "Anyway, from what you said last night I take it you know about the ramifications of Damon's time travel?"

It was now Hermione's turn to roll her eyes, "Of course I do. Professor McGonagall trusted me at 13 with that time turner. Messing with timelines can have serious consequences."

"So what do you think will happen to Damon if we simply do not follow through?" he asked curiously.

Flopping onto her back she answered, "Well my theory would be that he would simply just disappear. He may even start to feel faint or sick right now if we don't start following the correct course."

After a few minutes of silence Draco announced, "Okay but if we're going to do this then we're going to do this correctly. We'll get married. I can't have a bastard, Granger."

Sputtering Hermione sat up and looked at him, "Married! I'm not going to force you into a loveless marriage, Malfoy."

Shaking his head Draco snorted, "Pureblood's enter into loveless marriages all the time Granger it's no skin off my back. And besides you don't understand I'm from an old pureblood family I physically can't have a bastard."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

Sighing he closed his eyes before answering, "I mean that some pureblood families resort to curses to keep bastards from surviving outside the womb. If we try it's most likely the baby will die a few days after being born."

Blinking as she tried to comprehend the disgusting traditions of purebloods Hermione flopped back down, "That's barbaric," she declared, "You never told me that. I mean in a few months….in my journal I would've wrote about that I'm sure but I didn't so…..I don't think you told me that," she stuttered.

Opening his eyes he stared down at her, "I've read up to the point where we get married. You didn't find it suspicious that I rushed the marriage after finding out you were pregnant. You wanted to wait till after he was born in August to have an end of the summer wedding but I persuaded you to get married on Easter instead."

Staring up at him she answered, "I never even questioned you. I remember that entry I just stupidly thought you were excited."

Pulling his gaze away from hers he focused on the opposite wall, "From what I read I was excited. I probably left out the part about the curse because I didn't want you to worry."

Closing her eyes Hermione laid there in the silence listening to the click of the wall clock before she finally came to a decision, "Okay Malfoy we'll do this. We'll get married and have him," she said opening her eyes to find Draco staring at her. Sitting up she turned to him and added, "But if we're going to do this we will do it correctly. Which means we actually try to get along and I will not tolerate cheating," she said sternly.

Nodding he replied, "I think I can handle that," pausing he studied the witch sitting on his bed, "I'm also sorry for what I said last night."

Furrowing her brow she looked at him quizzically, "You said an awful lot last night Malfoy. Which are you referring to?"

Rolling his eyes he responded, "When I said that it was just probably lack of options. Upon reading most of your journal I know now that that isn't true."

Smiling she laid back once more, "Well thank you Malfoy. I know that probably cost you a lot of pride to apologize."

Snorting he too laid back, "You have no idea," shifting he turned to her, "So what do you think of me in that book?"

Blushing she told him, "I'm not telling you." Smiling he persisted, "Why not? I just apologized you owe me something."

Turning onto her side to face him she answered, "I thought you apologized because you realized what a prat you were not so that you'd get something out of it."

Smirking he answered, "I'm a Slytherin remember. I don't do anything unless it benefits me."

Rolling her eyes she asked, "Well what did you think of me then?" Shaking his head he responded, "Oh no I asked first." Heaving a sigh she closed her eyes, "I thought you sounded…well…..perfect…..and if I'm totally honest…..I already….love that version of you," she whispered waiting for him to start laughing at her. When he didn't make a sound she slowly opened her eyes to find him staring at her. Slowly he reached over and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear before he slowly leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. Scooting closer he waited for her to respond before deepening the kiss. Gradually he pushed her back so that he was half on top of her as she snaked her arms up around his neck. His hands were everywhere. In her hair, skimming down her sides, till they rested on the exposed skin from her shirt riding up. Before she knew it he had flipped onto his back and brought her with so that she was now on top of him. Pushing herself up so that she was straddling him Hermione stared at him before slowly reaching down and pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it to the floor. "Merlin," he muttered as he pulled her down and attacked her neck. Rolling them over again he slowly worked his mouth down to her left breast while his hand cupped her right. Arching at the contact his mouth had on her breast Hermione gasped as she dug her nails into his shoulder. After lavishing her other breast he slowly worked his way back up to her mouth to capture it in a mind blowing kiss. Pulling away he looked down at the wide eyed witch. "We should stop," he whispered. Swallowing she could only nod as he rolled off of her. Sitting up he turned his back on her after handing her her top. Rising he waited a few seconds before turning around as she was pulling her top back over her head. Watching her he slowly leaned back across the bed to give her another searing kiss before pulling away and leaning his forehead against hers. "You taught me how to love once before I think you can do it again," he whispered before standing and making his way towards the door. Giving her one last look he opened the door and shut it softly behind him.

Flopping back onto the bed Hermione rolled over to Draco's side of the bed and buried her head into his pillow. "We're going to have to hurry this wedding along," she muttered as she thought of the wedding night and finishing what they had just started. Smiling she sat up and stretched.