Part 21: It's a Date
"What made you think I could help?" Harry hissed, staring at Hermione with wide eyes.
Hermione was glaring both boys to hell and back, her whole body trembling from anger and stress.
Draco patted her arm, smirking. "Just calm down, dearest, riling yourself up like this can't be good for the baby-"
Hermione swatted the back of his head and he ducked away, snickering.
"What spell did you use?" Harry asked, trying to get back onto the subject of how to get rid of it.
"We used a conception spell, but Malfoy forgot to add the contraceptive so there's a possibility I'm actually pregnant." Hermione fretted, pulling at her hair.
Harry thought for a moment. "Is there a way to tell if you actually are?"
"Yes!" Draco sat bolt upright, having been sprawled across his bed. "Remember when we were in the hospital wing and madam Pomfrey used that spell to see if I actually was pregnant? Well, we can use that spell on you, Hermione!"
"Do you know how?" She asked suspiciously, not looking very excited at all.
"Uhh… no."
"I do."
Draco and Hermione turned to stare at Harry.
"Don't ask." Harry shrugged, his face turning bright pink as he took out his wand.
Draco helped Hermione lay back on his bed and she pulled up her shirt. Everyone held their breaths as Harry did the spell.
The wand glowed red.
All three let out a collected sigh of relief.
"Well at least we know you're not actually pregnant, but how do we get rid of your rolls of fat?"
Hermione slapped the back of Draco's head again, hard enough this time for him to stumble forward a few steps.
"Blimey Hermione…" He muttered, rubbing his head and cringing.
Hermione suddenly gasped, a hand flying to her stomach.
Both boys panicked and reached for her, but she kicked them both away. "DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Startled, Harry and Draco backed away and watched in horror as Hermione writhed around on the bed, pulling up Draco's sheets and hiding under them, letting out a series of moans.
After a while, the pile of blankets stopped twitching.
Harry and Draco, heart's racing, were clinging to each other with bated breaths as they watched Hermione slowly climb off the bed. The blankets fell away and she was as slim-and-trim as she had been a few hours ago.
"WHAT?" Harry and Draco cried simultaneously, throwing themselves at the bed and searching the sheets frantically for a baby or, or something.
"It shrank." Hermione shrugged, looking no more interested than if they had just played a boring game of muggle chess. "Can I go home now?"
"Uh… yeah…" Draco murmured, staring at her with wide eyes.
"Can we all fit on your broom?"
"Probably, now that you're skinny again, just make sure you don't tip too much weight backwards or forwards." Draco replied, still casting strange glances at the bushy-haired Gryffindor. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm just fine, hurry up, I have to use the toilet and I don't want to do that here."
Draco slid onto his broom, Hermione climbed on behind him and Harry managed to squeeze on the back. The broom was not accustomed to carrying so much weight, and so was rather slow for the first two miles, but gradually became used to it and started going a more reasonable speed.
"There is so much wrong about this." Draco muttered to himself, feeling both Hermione's and Harry's arms wrapped around him. Harry's arms were long enough to wrap around little Hermione twice, and so his hands ended up holding tightly to the Slytherin's slim waist.
Hermione felt rather overwhelmed, squished between the two boys, feeling her chest pushed up against Draco's back, and Harry's front smashed against her back so he wouldn't slide off the back of the broom. She had never been this close to having a threesome before.
Draco slowed the broom down and came up alongside Harry's window, allowing the boy to slide in unharmed. After bidding each other goodbye, Draco sped off before they could be seen by muggles.
"Thanks for helping me." Draco murmured as Hermione climbed into her window.
Hermione shrugged and leaned against the sill, smiling out at him. "You owe me for that."
He smiled briefly. "I suppose I do, Granger. The school says we can go back tomorrow so we won't miss the end of the year exams. What do you say we finish what we started?"
Hermione smiled, leaning out the window to press a soft kiss on the pale Slytherin's blushing cheek. "It's a date."
AN: AWWWWWWWWW. So what do you think their final pranks are going to be?
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