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A/N – I'm so, so, so sorry for not updating recently! My laptop has died its final death (RIP, old friend) and I'm now on this midget Notebook with a broken screen that is really, really bad. Plus, it's GCSE year and I'm revising so much! Ugh, I hate it!

Anyway, I'm really sorry about the long wait. I've made an alarm on my iPod now so that I can remember to check Fanfiction :)

Sorry about this chapter beforehand: this story is fast-paced, just because I'm impatient and don't have much time to make a really long story what with my GCSE revision. This chapter is a jump forward in time – like, two months or so.

Hermione Granger was in shock. Big time.

Staring down at the tiny rectangular object on the floor, she couldn't believe it had come to this. One time. One time it had happened. One time she had succumbed to her Veela.

One time was all it took to get her pregnant.

Sinking to her knees, the Bookworm was, for once in her life, completely at a loss. She'd never entertained the idea of being a mother – she'd always been focused on her education or fighting the Dark Lord to care for such trivial things. But now, with reality looming above her, she started to panic.

She, the calm, collected, Know-It-All Granger, started to panic.

"I'm out of my mind," she groaned and leant her head back against the tile wall. "Why me? Merlin, what's Draco going to say? He's going to kill me! He won't want children so young! We're not even out of Hogwarts! I'm seventeen!"

Hysteria bubbled in her throat, making her lungs heave with the effort of obtaining oxygen. The girl dropped her head into her hands, shaking with fear and possible rejection.

"This isn't happening," she moaned to herself. "This isn't happening, this isn't happening.."

First sign of madness: talking to yourself, a voice in her head said slyly.

"SHUT UP!" Hermione yelled back, sitting bolt upright. "JUST SHUT UP!"

Tears filled her amber eyes and she collapsed against the wall, her small frame shaking with the force of her sobs.

"He'll reject me for sure," she whispered to herself. "I'll be alone. I don't want to be alone."

The Bookworm's throat closed up, making her choke on her tears. A bitter laugh fell from her lips. As if it mattered what Hermione wanted? She never wanted a boyfriend; she never wanted Malfoy to be her boyfriend at the start. When did it change? When did she allow herself to get distracted by the enemy and forget her education? More importantly, when did she allow herself to succumb to a man before marriage?

Hermione Granger was truly a disgrace, and she knew it. However, she wasn't like other disgraces. She was a Gryffindor, damn it, and she would do whatever it would take to change.

Even if it meant cutting Malfoy out of her life forever.

"Ginny! Ginny!"

The redhead sighed and slowed down enough for her brother to catch up with her. She was irritated and jealous; her own mate had gone to check up on the Know-It-All. Blaise Zabini was hers, and she'd be damned if a Bookworm got in her way.

"Ginny, what's the matter with you?" Ron asked in amazement. "You've been avoiding me for days and – watch it!"

Ginny didn't pause as her brother was knocked to the side by a few children, but he hurried up to her again and continued, ignoring her foul mood.

"What's wrong with you?"

The youngest Weasley sighed and stopped. "Ron, I'm not a child. I can make my own decisions."

"The hell you can!" Ron, as usual, turned the colour of a beetroot. "I'm your brother-"

Suddenly Ginny spun around, pinning her brother with a deathly glare. "-and I am a vampire, if you haven't already forgotten. Don't tell me what to do."

Ron swallowed and stepped back. "I'm just looking out for you, Gin. I'm sorry."

"I don't need people looking out for me," she spat back venomously. "Now if you'll please excuse me; I'll be off to my mate."

Leaving her brother muttering to himself angrily, the redheaded vampire strode through the corridors and down to the dungeons. She knew the Know-It-All would be holed up in Malfoy's rooms, probably hurting Blaise even more with her stupid 'damsel-in-distress' act. She had Malfoy, for Merlin's sake. She wasn't a harlot – she could fare without Blaise as well.

Blaise was Ginny's, and she wasn't going to give him up. For anything.

One second Blaise was comforting the Gryffindor, the next the door burst in off its hinges and revealed a very, very angry vampire.

Even though he wasn't exactly supposed to be looking, given the situation, the Zabini heir couldn't help but see how hot his mate looked all worked up. He could see her eyes blazing red with fury, possessiveness, jealousy and a whole load of other sexy – in Blaise's opinion – emotions.

"Get. Away. From. My. Mate."

The Gryffindor couldn't get away fast enough, Ginny sneered. She should have been in Ravenclaw instead – all brains, no bravery. Merlin knows how she actually managed to get into the House. Maybe she slept with the Sorting Hat. Or Snape. She apparently liked her superiors.

"G-Ginny," the Know-It-All stammered, "it wasn't like that, I swear."

"Can it, mudblood," the vampire snarled back. "I don't want to see you near my mate ever again. Understood?"

Ginny's vision turned red as Hermione hesitated, but finally the witch conceded. Just before Ginny ripped the girl's head off.

"Let's go, Ginny." Blaise sighed and stood up from where he'd been sitting on Malfoy's bed. "You have a lot of explaining to do."

"I don't have any explaining to do," Ginny disagreed curtly. "If either of us do, it would be you."

The Italian merely sighed again and walked out the room. Uneasiness clouded the vampire's mind – had she pushed her mate too far? Would he retaliate? Instead of showing that to the Gryffindor, however, she turned the uneasiness to anger.

The 'brave' girl cowered away when blood-red eyes turned on her. "Stay. Away. From. Blaise."

With that, the redhead stormed off, leaving Hermione to sort out her wildly-beating heart and too-small lungs.

Stress isn't good for the baby.

A/N – I was thinking of carrying on the chapter for a little longer, but I can't as my head is killing me. Three migraines in two days will do that to you.

By the way, Ginny isn't horrible – she's just jealous and hates Hermione because of Hermione being Blaise's past love. Plus, Draco wasn't in this chapter but he'll be in the next on; don't worry.

By the way, I've recently become a Beta (yay!) so if you need a Beta you can always ask me :) Don't really know how it works. Anyway, I'm going off now since my head is trying to explode, so laterz.