(A/N) Hey guys I'm sooooo sorry I have updated recently, I don't have any already written chapter and I have to write those and I have a whole lot of stuff going on in my life. But I will try and update faster. Don't hate me. Alright sooo is there anything to talk about that has happened in the world today besides Dramione. No I don't think so life has stopped and the only people do is read Dramione fanfics! Yea! Okay that was kinda stupid. Alright well on with the story.

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to JKR

Chapter 21

Hermione walked quickly up the steps to their dormitory. Her face was flushed, and she was out of breath but she kept going, wanting to put as much space between her and Draco Malfoy as possible. She shot a nasty look behind her as she heard him laugh at something Laylana had said. She continued on her way pushing the common room door open, followed in by Draco and Laylana.

She went towards her room and paused at Laylana's voice.

"Did you have a good time, mum? I did. I'll probably never forget this night."

Hermione smiled at her, "Yes I did, and believe me, I won't either. "She looked at Draco, gave him a disgusted look, and went into her room.

She took her shows off throwing them across her room. She sat on her bed and gently rubbed her sore feel, her mind on Draco and that slut Carmen. She didn't really know a lot about Carmen. All Hermione knew was that she was a sixth-year-dumb-ass-blonde-stupid-slutty-girl! Hermione couldn't remember seeing Draco ever talking to her in public, maybe she was his secret stash or whatever.

She sneered as she thought about her perfect hair, perfect face, and her perfect body. No wonder Draco fucked her. She was perfect, and Hermione was…

"Hermione, are you busy?"

Hermione looked towards her door and stood from her bed watching Draco walk in.

"Get out." She snapped going to her bathroom and slamming the door.

"Hermione please…I just want to talk."

Hermione leaned over the sink and shook her head. How dare he want to explain himself to her and make it sound like it wasn't a big deal?

"There's nothing to talk about." She said through the door.

"Yes there is. About tonight and Carmen, I—"

"You don't have to explain anything to me. I'm not your girlfriend. I don't even know why you feel like you have to."

He was quiet for a while and Hermione sighed looking up to see herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and were filling quickly with tears. She shut them tightly, the tears falling down her face.

"You should have found out that way and I'm sorry."

Hermione wiped her eyes and walked to the door opening it quickly. Draco stumbled a little, from leaning on the door before it opened. She pushed past him, not wanting to look in his eyes.

"Hermione I'm sorry. I never meant for that to happen."

Hermione laughed, "so she just showed up after you used me?"

Draco closed his eyes, "No and I didn't use you." He whispered, "But I was confused and angry as were you."

"I was not confused, believe me."

"Why can't we just stop letting pity things come between us and what's important."

Hermione smiled and crossed her arms, "I didn't know there was anything important between us."

"What do you mean; there is nothing important between us? We've shared so much."

"Shared!" she cried "Sharing takes mutual giving. You've never given me anything but lies and false hope."

"I've never lied to you?"

"You've never told the truth either. Tell me Draco, us you family name, the mansion, the money, and everything that goes with being a Malfoy important to you?"

"Of course it is. It's my future. It's how I'm going to live and raise—"

Hermione held up a hand and he stopped talking. She could have wept. She would never have a place in his world. To him, she thought, she was still a mudblood who had no place in his heart.

"I think you should go." She whispered, "I'm not feeling very well."

Draco moved to take her in his arms, but she backed away. She was too confused and afraid that if he touched her his touch would ignite a fire in her that she wouldn't be able to put out.

"Are you alright." He asked.

"Goodnight Malfoy."

He wanted to touch her, but everything about—her posture, the shuttered look that appeared in her eyes—told him that the time was not now.

"Goodnight Hermione."

She watched him turn around and walk through her door. She went to lie on her bed still dressed, and tried to sort out her feelings. She wasn't going to make the same mistake again, falling for his kind and sweet words

She groaned and moved around on her bed as her stomach gurgled. She really was feeling sick. It must have been that food. She did eay very fast and it was French food. Maybe she had food poisoning, she though as she made her way to the bathroom to throw up. Yep, she defiantly had food poisoning.

Draco closed his books and rubbed his eyes wearily. It had been two days since they had gone out to eat and he had been filling his time with studying for his NEWTS, than thinking about Hermione. Though every time he told himself not to think about her, he did, even though he was thinking about her when he told himself not to think about her. Did that make since? Maybe he was studying too much.

He wanted her badly and not just sexually but emotionally also. He loved her and he wanted more than anything to tell her that and to hear those words flow from her lips also. He was too afraid to admit it to her, and if she didn't say it back to him, he would be heartbroken.

He was of course worried about her peers, and family and how they would take him falling in love with her but he didn't care anymore. Lets them be disappointed. The future would come when it comes. Draco had always been about the now and when the future happened it happened, and there was nothing you can do to change the outcome that happened. He wanted Hermione now and he would deal with the future later.

Draco looked up at the blue sky and smiled at Laylana who was flying over the Quidditch field. Only a couple of more weeks and his baby girl would be gone. Draco tried not to think about it. He didn't want to think of his daughter leaving and him never setting eyes on her again.

"Here you are. I've been looking everywhere for you."

Draco sighed as he watched Carmen walk up the stands towards him. She was looking beautiful as always and Draco smiled slightly at her as she took a seat next to him.

"Have you been ignoring me Draco." She asked.

Draco shook his head, "Been busy. Studying for NEWTS, being with Laylana."

"That's understandable." She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips. Draco pushed her away softly.

"Don't."

"Why? I thought that after that night we would be—

"Carmen, we fucked in the past, and it didn't mean I wanted to be with you."

"I know but this last time was filled with so much emotion."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Not for you."

Carmen raised her eyebrows, "not for me?''

"The emotion you felt wasn't for you."

She laughed, "I'm guessing it was for whatever bitch you fucked before me?"

Draco said nothing, his eyes still on Laylana.

"Who is it." She asked.

"What?"

"Who were you fucking?"

Draco sighed and didn't answer. He thought that if he didn't answer she would get the hint and leave him alone. It didn't work.

"I know it wasn't anyone in Slytherin. We Slytherin girls show off what we have or have done. So it must be another girl from a different house."

"Shut up about it. It's none of your business." He snapped at her.

"I have really seen you hanging out with anyone except for Granger and your daughter."

"So?" Draco asked annoyed.

"So I know that you'd rather die before you touch a mudblood so the only one left is your daughter."

Draco eyes snapped towards hers "Laylana? What the hell are you trying to insinuate?"

"Well she is pretty and she's only five years younger than—"

"She's my daughter!"

"Not biologically." She smiled at him.

Draco gasped his stomach turning. He grabbed his books and stood up, "You're sick." He hissed at her before making his way down to the field.

"If it's not her than who is it?" he heard her yell. Draco shivered. Who in their right mind would thing disgusting things like that? Draco may be taken as an evil person but he hoped people didn't think that he would do anything like that. That was just disgusting.

"Laylana!" he yelled, getting her attention to land. She landed a little ways from him and made her way over to him.

"Yeah."

"Let's go get a snack. I'm hungry."

"Sneaking to the kitchens?"

"Yeah."

Laylana held tightly to Draco's broom and followed him to the kitchens in the castle.

Hermione took a sip of water and nodded her head as Laylana told her about her day yesterday. She herself had a pretty good day. She studied a lot, talked with Ginny for a while about a certain person, and studied some more. She and Laylana were suppose to go to the astronomy tower tonight and Hermione was going to entertain her with some spells and what-not.

She looked up at Ron who grabbed a plate from Seamus and cringed at the smell.

"What is that smell?" she asked covering her nose.

"Garlic Chicken." Ron said smiling. "Want one."

Hermione shook her head. Who in the hell had Garlic Chicken at breakfast? "No. Get it away. The smell is making me sick." Her throat felt clogged as the smell made her way to her nose again. "Ron, please!"

"Okay, okay." Ron handed Seamus the plate back looking depressed.

Hermione tried to take a deep, cleansing breath but the smell still lingered and she shuttered, "gods."

"You alright Hermione" Harry asked, helping himself to a pork chop.

Hermione nodded her head and pushed her plate back, not able to eat anymore. She looked over at Laylana who was talking to Ron. Jr.

"Laylana make sure you finish your breakfast. Ginny I'm going to go to class a little early, to study a little. I'll see you later guys."

Hermione stood up, picked up her things and turned around to come in contact with Draco who was standing behind her. She gasped in shock and leaned backwards from him. He was standing to close and the smell that was coming off of him was so strong, and smelled so good.

"What do you want Malfoy?" she asked.

He just smiled, "I thought I would start eating with Laylana again, you know since she's…" he sighed and looked at Laylana with sadness in his eyes."

Hermione took a deep breath, "Fine." She closed her eyes and put a hand to her forehead, "I don't care."

"Are you alright? You don't look very good."

Herminie looked at him and gave him a look. She didn't want him to ask something like that. To pretend that he cared. She pushed him, "I'm fine."

Hermione made her way out of the Great hall and to her class. She groaned as she felt bile rise up in her throat and she took a deep breath to put it back down.

"Hermione, you sure your alright."

Hermione sighed and leaned against the wall closing her eyes.

"I don't know Ginny. I think I have food poisoning."

Ginny stood in front of Hermione and put a hand on Hermione's forehead, "You don't have a fever."

"I don't know. My stomach is really hurting." Hermione slid to the floor holding her stomach.

"How long has your stomach been hurting?" Ginny asked sitting next to her.

"Since we went out to eat." Hermione mumbled.

Ginny was silent for a moment thinking. Hermione sighed in bliss as the pains in her stomach subsisted.

"I don't think its food poisoning. I mean Draco and Laylana isn't sick. It could be something else."

"What else could it be, Gin. A cold, the flu, a virus?"

Ginny took a deep breath, "When…when was the last time you and Malf—Draco made love?"

Hermione looked at her with tired eyes, "It wasn't love, it was sex and what does that have to do with me being sick"

"When!" Ginny urged.

"I don't know a couple of weeks ago."

Ginny gasped, "Have you had your…you know your monthly this month."

"Ginny! What does me have my—"

"Answer the damn question Hermione."

She shook her head, "But it's just stress. I've been really stress lately."

Ginny chuckled a dry laugh, "Yeah or you're pregnant."

Hermione felt her heard drop as she looked at Ginny, "No. No. No. No. No. I'm not. I can't be. That would never happen to me."

"You have the signs Hermione; maybe we should do a spell test."

Hermione stood up, "NO! I am not pregnant!"

"So I'm guessing Draco used a contraceptive spell then." Ginny asked in an almost angry voice.

Hermione sneered at her, "of…course…he did." She said uncertainly. Hermione felt tears come to her eyes. She really couldn't remember if Draco had used a spell the last time they had sex or not.

"Yeah." Ginny said, "I bet."

Hermione picked up her bag and scoffed at Ginny, "You're wrong. The gods would not do this to me. I'm Hermione Granger. Smart, good, pure, responsible Hermione Granger!" she yelled. She gave Ginny a sad but determined look and whispered, "I am not pregnant."

(A/N) Did you see that coming? I kinda did...maybe because I wrote it! lol that doesn't make any since. Okay my lucky readers tell me what you think. Oh yeah and If there are any spell or grammar mistakes-- Sorry! I have class like in 30 minutes and it's 9:00. Alright Review!