Sorry for making you guys wait, even when I said I would have it posted when I got 195 reviews. I was reading some other stories, and I noticed that by 30 chapters, they had gotten like... 98292875890 reviews. :( Don't worry, I won't punish you for it, I was just saying :)

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TwilightFan1918: Yes, he cheated on Hermione with his own free will; horrible isn't it? :( And it's ok, my story tends to be confusing.
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But... maybe she won't. Or... maybe she will. That is the question.
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(Hermione's POV)

I gasped; anger and sadness threatening to pour down my eyes. 'What to do, what to do,' I thought frantically. I could go inside and kill her, (who cared if one more slut was dead?) or I could turn a blind eye, and walk the other way.

But... I couldn't just pretend my fiancé wasn't and didn't have sex with that stranger. I ran to the bathroom, a hole being carved into my heart with Draco's name in it. I leaned against the sink, breathing heavily. I shouldn't have left them alone, even for a second.

I paced around the sink, kicking and breaking objects that were probably worth more then I was.

"Reparo." I sighed lazily after I cried my heart out... at least, what little left I had of my heart, but it didn't work, so everything was left broken. Someone knocked at the door and I cried again. "Go away." I said in between sobs.

"Alohomora." I heard a whisper from the other side of the door, and Narcissa came in, so elegant and beautiful that the tears swelled in my eyes, blurring my vision. "Oh, darling." She said, tossing her arms around me. "Darling, darling, darling." She repeated over and over as my tears soaked her shoulder.

"What. The. Fuck!" I yelled, and she sighed wiping her own eyes slightly. "Locomoter Door," Narcissa said gently, and the door swing back closed, to give us privacy.

"What.. the..." I started again, but Cia put a finger to my lips. "Oh, Hermione. The Malfoy men are all the same, haven't you already noticed? Oh, if I had a shiny penny for every time Lucius cheated on me, I'd have way too much money," She smiled sadly, but it only made it worse.

"What did you do when he went out and... slept with total strangers?" I asked, thinking I needed someone to help me consider my options. "Well, I... you know. Got even." She smirked, remembering. My mouth popped open. "What do you mean, you 'got even'?" I shrieked. "Well, while he was having an affair, I was having my own. That's the only way for us Malfoy wives." She said, and I winced.

"If your suggesting I cheat on Draco, then you're sadly mistaken. I'm going to go into that room, and cut off all relations." I said, waiting for her to lecture me about how that was a bad idea for the baby and me, but, of course, the she-Malfoy surprised me.

"Go right ahead. My son needs to be taught a lesson. Lucius and I spoiled him too much, and now he needs to get what can happen if you don't treat people with the respect they deserve." She smiled bravely. I was going to open the door when the anger and sadness really got me worked up.

"Oh God! He's such a fucking retarded jerk! I hate him, and I should have listened when everyone told me he was just going to hurt me. If I just said no to him, I would be..." I stopped. If I hadn't slept with him, I wouldn't have had the person I loved no matter what: this baby.

"Yes, I know. You're second-guessing yourself, but, dear, there's a thin line between love and hate. You have to choose your side." She smiled, and left.

I stayed there for what seemed to be hours. I heard the front door open and close, and people bidding each other goodbye. No one seemed to notice the fiancé and fiancée were nowhere to be seen.

I heard the house-elves start to clean up, and I walked out of the bathroom, expecting Draco to be there, but he wasn't.

He was back in the room... still.

"Are you fucking serious?" I muttered. "Accio," I whispered, and summoned a bag that I hadn't even bothered to unpack. Inside, I had my old razors, and some of the clothes the real Hermione Granger used to wear.

Draco, obviously, saw the bag flying towards the door, and got up, shock printed on his forehead.

"Her—Hermione." He stuttered and I gave him a death stare. "What, Malfoy?" I asked as a last resort.

"This isn't what it looks like, 'Mione." He said, calling my by my old nickname. "Oh really? What is it then? Because from my side of the view, it looks like you were sleeping with Ms. Bimbo over there, ferret." I said, and nodded to the unconscious body that was laying where I used to sleep.

"No..." He said, but he couldn't think of a smartass thing to say. I twirled around, and started walking towards the stairs, thinking of my next step. I could go to my grandpa's house, and probably get Draco and his entire family killed, or I could disapparate somewhere.

"Please," He said silently, and I laughed evilly, even though I wanted to cry, and it really scared me. It scared me even more then loosing Draco, and even worse then looking everything I had done in life. That laugh reminded me of my hard life; it meant that I was changing. "Please, Draco? Oh, God. That's not going to work anymore... damn jerk. You have no respect for yourself or anyone else around you, Malfoy. I have no idea how I even saw through that. You're not fucking sorry, you're a fucking asshole." I sneered, and walked down the stairs only to see Danielle, Nicole, Elyssa, and Anastasia holding a card addressed to me.

"Thank you, Hermione!" Nicole yelled happily, and it was all I could do to not yell at all the Malfoy's for letting their husbands cheat on them.

I glared at them, and walked away, getting some gasps and murmurs while I walked out the door. Lucius stood there, whispering to his wife. They stopped when they saw me, and he gave me a look of pity as he saw me walk towards them.

"Cia, Luc. I'm leaving; you're hospitality has been greatly appreciated, but I can't stay here any longer. I'll be back, don't worry, and if my Grandpa comes and asks for me, tell them I'm with the Weasley family." I said, and walked away.

I disapparated to the Burrow, the only magical place I knew I was safe, and knocked on the door.

There was a loud bang, and Mrs. Weasley opened the door. She stared at me, and tears rolled down her face as she pulled me into a hug. "Hermione, darling! What's wrong? You look terrible!" She said loudly and ushered me into the kitchen where she was making soup.

"Oh, Mrs. Weasley, I don't know where to begin." I sighed sadly, looking at the chairs. Compared to the Malfoy's, the Weasley family was horribly poor. Nonetheless, their house contained some of the fondest memories.

"Well, hush now dear, it's fine. Why have you come?" She asked, taking out a cup and serving me some water, which I gulped down impatiently.

"Because I can't stand Draco Malfoy." I said, coughing on the water. "Oh, dear," She said, sighing guiltily for asking the question in the first place.

"Where's Ronald and Ginny?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "Right," She said, tears running down her own eyes. "Mrs. Weasley..." I said suspiciously. She kept on crying until I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Molly, where are they!?" I downright yelled. "They're gone, Hermione. They left for a mission... they said that they were going to finish off Volde... He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named, once and for all. They said you were given a mission but you didn't come and that you betrayed them. They went with Ginny... my baby girl. They just left, telling me that they were going to kill the Dark Lord.

"They couldn't tell me specifics, because they were going to follow Dumbledore's orders. They've been gone since the first day of the vacation. They're going to try and come for Bill and Flour's wedding, you do know they're getting married, right?" She asked, tears staining her shirt.

"No, I had no idea." I whispered. They were gone... the new Golden Trio, gone to save the world. "Mother fuckers." I yelled, thinking how my Grandpa said that he was going to spare them.

Mrs. Weasley looked at me, dead silent, surprised with my sudden outburst. "He was going to spare their bloody lives!" I yelled at her, and it all crashed and burned.

"Those bloody gits." I sighed after Molly kicked me out of the house apologetically, saying I could come back for the wedding on February 16th. I walked around, sad that my only wizarding home was rejected from me.

I just walked aimlessly until I got to a small pond. There, I sat down, and cried again. I felt like dirt, yes, but now I had no friends to lean back on. I had no one.

I used to think that if I couldn't feel Draco's heartbeat, he was too far away, but now I noticed how I just wanted to get farther away from him; the only thing that was keeping me was the baby.

I slid my shirt a little up, and stared at my swollen, 16 week old baby sleeping soundly in my belly. My bellybutton was starting to look like those of the pregnant mothers, and I smiled.

It was the first time I had actually, really, thought about being a mother. The labor was going to be a bitch, but it was all going to be worth it.

Then, a little voice in my head said, "Hermione! What's the point of bringing a baby into the cruel world if you and Draco's life is totally shitty?" I considered the thought, but it vanished as soon as I felt a tiny kick. I gasped and clenched my stomach softly, rubbing it over and over.

(Draco's POV)

I stared as Hermione walked out the door, not bothering to look back. My mouth was open, and my muscles were tensing from lack of movement.

I stood at the top of the stairs, shirtless, with only boxers on. My feet were freezing from the cold marble floor, but I ignored it. I broke her heart once again.

My mother looked at me disapprovingly, but didn't say anything. "Boy," Father said, a snarl crawling from his throat. I remembered the times I used to be scared of my father: when he used to command me to do things and if I did them wrong, he would beat me mercilessly, but now that I was older and slicker he couldn't strike me down, so he only glared at me with hatred.

I knew what everyone was thinking: What would the Dark Lord say? Elyssa kicked me and asked what I did to Hermione. "Esh, bitch." I muttered as I stroked my ankle protectively.

"What the hell did you do to Hermione?!" She asked again, and took out her wand to jinx me. "No...nothing." I lied and she looked at Anastasia which grumbled an apology before saying slightly, "Crucio!"

The pain was nothing compared to what I probably did to Hermione, but still, it made me twitch and yell out in pain. It felt like I was in a million mousetraps and they were all snapping on my skin while I was on fire.

"Stop!" My mother cried, running towards me. "What did you do?" Elyssa repeated, but I didn't respond, tears were trickling down me eyes. I looked at Nicole, my only non-cousin, and almost begged her to tell them to stop, but she only looked down.

"Cousin!" Danielle said, walking up to me and pulling me by the tie. "What happened to her?" Danielle asked, and she sounded really worried. Her eyes were wide open with fear, and she was close to my face, yelling at me.

I just couldn't answer. It felt like I was in shock, and all I could do was babble like a baby. "Imperio." Danielle said softly, and there was a loud thud in my head. I shot backwards, a headache forming in my head.

'Tell me,' Danielle's voice whimpered softly, and I started talking about how I was seduced by Astoria Greengrass, and had sex with her.

I shut my mouth and watched as everyone's face turned from anger to horror. Nicole stared up at me, her jaw firm with rage. "What?!" Elyssa yelled, slapping my shoulder.

"It's not my fault, honestly..." I started, but Danielle, who was still in my head, stopped me. 'You're going to go upstairs and break off all relations with her,' She commanded, but there was a ting of pleading in her voice.

I walked up the stairs obediently, and into the room where Astoria was sitting, hugging her pillow.

"Astoria..." I spoke softly, and she looked up, her eyes shinning almost immediately until she saw the look on my face: determined.

Apparently, she didn't notice that I was cursed, so she just looked at me dumbly. "Draco...?" She asked cautiously. "We can't see each other anymore. I have a fiancée, and she's pretty upset with me right now," I said slowly, choosing my words carefully.

"Fuck Hermione!" She yelled, throwing a pillow in my direction. I dodged it quickly, and ended up in front of her, holding her wrists harshly. "Don't ever say that again if you value your life. Hermione is the smartest, most beautiful woman alive." I hissed, and she backed away.

"I'm sorry to have lead you on," I growled, and walked out of my room, which I would move out of as soon as she was gone thanks to the new memories.

I slipped on a coat, and walked out into the back gardens, where a small lake stood, gently moving with the wind. I slipped off the coat again, not minding the freezing cold snow, and jumped in.

I stayed in the water as long as my breath lasted, even though I wanted to stay in even more time. I wanted to feel the ice trying to attack my skin, I wanted the fish that lived in the pond to tickle my feet and whisper that everything was going to be okay, but nothing like that happened, and so, I was forced to jump up, gulping for air.

I couldn't even enjoy the freezing cold water because snow started falling again, and Danielle called me inside, saying that she needed to talk to me.

I walked indoors, shirtless once again since I didn't slip my jacket back on, and watched as the women stared long and hard at my numb, turning-blue body. My parents were long gone, and my cousins were all staring at me, revulsion stuck on their faces.

"Flippy!" Anastasia yelled, and her very own House-Elf appeared, bowing down to her. "Yes, Mistress Anastasia?" He asked, looking up at her. "Bring some nice heavy towels, please," She smiled at him, and he snapped his fingers and vanished.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" Elyssa yelled. I just shrugged and stared at her with my hard grey eyes. "Oh, yes, he is!" Kelsey said, coming up.

I smiled. It was the second time in seven years I had seen my beautiful cousin. (A/N: he doesn't remember his life with Scarlet, so he's really seen Kelsey another time in which we don't know about. What was the first time? TAMTAMTAMMMM! I can't tell you.)

I stopped short when I saw who was behind her: Viktor Krum. I looked at her and she giggled, putting her arm around him. "This, Draco, is my fiancé, Viktor." She smiled, and I started feeling the coldness.

Flippy came back and handed me heavy blankets. I just sat on the floor, blankets on top of me, blowing hot air into my hands.

"What is wrong with him?" Viktor asked, staring down at me. His English had improved since I had last seen him when I was with Hermione playing a muggle. "I don't know. He looks a bit more then cold." Nicole said, checking my temperature.

"What do you mean?! You're engaged?!" I yelled after I had recovered. "Yes, we're getting married." Kelsey said a little more cautiously. I gagged and watched Viktor, who was going to hurt my cousin, kiss her cheek.

"What about your lunch date with Hermione, tomorrow, bloke?! Did you think that I wasn't going to find out about that? Did you think that Hermione and you could fool around behind our backs?" I said, standing up too quickly.

Before I knew what was happening, Elyssa was next to me, pointed her wand at my head.

"You freaking retard! They weren't going to cheat on you guys! You dimwit!" She yelled. "What are you talking about, Elyssa?" Kelsey said ordinarily.

"That guy and my... and Hermione were going to lunch together tomorrow!" I accused. "I know, he was going to bring me along to introduce me to the Dark Lord's granddaughter." Kelsey said, getting an approving nod from Viktor.

"Shit." I yelled, and ran out of the room.

(Hermione's POV)

I stayed in a little hotel that night next to the restaurant I was to meet Viktor at for lunch, and only woke up to pee.

When the clock ticked eleven in the morning, I got ready.

I slipped on a black, knee-high dress, and slipped on some red flats. I straightened my hair to the limit, and applied some blood-red lipstick.

I smiled at my reflection, and poked my baby gently and laughed when I felt a little tug.

I walked down the stairs, and sat down at the glass table outside of Amour, looking at the menu.

Viktor walked with a girl holding his hand. Her face reminded me of the one person I didn't want to think about, and I looked down.

"Hermione! Hermione!" Viktor cried, pulling me into a hug. "I would like to introduce you to my fiancée, Kelsey Malfoy." He smiled, holding Kelsey like if she were I at the Yule ball.

I looked up, surprised. "Malfoy?" I questioned, watching as they sat down. "Yes, Malfoy, I'm Draco's cousin; Jacob's sister. I believe you are Hermione Riddle." She smiled, shaking my hand delicately. "Yes, I am. How did you...?" I asked, watching Viktor as he ordered white wine for all three of us.

"Not for me, please. Just water." I said to the waiter, who nodded and wrote it down on his notepad.

"Who doesn't know the famous Hermione Riddle? They're looking for you, you know? But, of course, they won't dare go into the Malfoy house since the Dark Lord is controlling more people now then ever before. They're scared silly." Kelsey explained.

I just sighed, staring at how she was in love with a perfect guy while I was in love with the most imperfect, beautiful, most handsome, smartest guy in the entire world.

"Why are you not drinking the wine, Hermione?" Viktor asked, staring at the water the waiter handed me. "I'm pregnant, Viktor. Surely you knew since your wife is a Malfoy and her own cousin got me pregnant?" I asked, and she looked uncomfortable. "I was actually waiting for you to tell him, I thought it was best." She smiled.

"Well, Viktor, I'm three months pregnant," I smiled and got up to show him the bump.

"Congrats!" He yelled, ecstatic. "Yes, and well, uh, I was wondering if you would be the baby's Godfather?" I asked. It just flew out of my mouth, but I knew how much I loved Viktor as a brother, and I wanted him to be the Godfather, no matter what Draco wanted.

"Well, yes! Sure!" He boomed, and got up and hugged me again. "Congratulations." Kelsey smiled, her face bright.

"Yes, and, of course, you guys will be coming to the weddi..." I started, but stopped and frowned. "What? What's wrong?" Kelsey asked, watching my face fall.

"Draco cheated on me yesterday." I sighed, and they both looked as if they already knew.

"What?" I asked, eyeing them. "Well, we went today... and Draco told us the entire story. He thought that you were going to cheat on him with Viktor, and he wanted to get even." Kelsey said, and Viktor was the one to look awkward.

"But—" I started, But Kelsey interrupted by saying, "I know you don't want to forgive him, and I really don't think you should, but all guys are the same. They think love is about getting even and waiting for the next chance."

"But not me," Viktor said innocently, and I laughed. "Of course not." I answered and looked at Kelsey, hoping she could tell me what to do.

"You should ignore him, and not go back to him for a while, a week is okay, I suppose. I think he'd learn his lesson. He sounded really sorry this morning when we saw him. A week would be painful for him." Viktor said, and smiled sadly.

"You should maybe stay with your mom, you know? You always told me that you wanted to spend more time with her." Viktor concluded. I smiled, and the day went by quickly from then on.

I arrived on my mother's porch and knocked on the door carefully. She opened, a coffee mug at hand.

"Hermione?! Darling, what are you doing here?" She asked, looking out into the night sky.

"I'm home, mum." I smiled, hoping she would just leave it at that. But mum's are difficult. They always have to ask a question.

"I thought you were staying with the Malfoy family?" She asked, staring me down.

"Fine, fine, mum. I left because Draco cheated on me!" I cried, and she hugged me tightly. "Dear! What a... horrible, horrible person!" She cracked, crying too. "Mum." I muttered, reminding her of the baby as she pressed her body close to mine to hug me tighter.

"Oh, right." She said, wiping away the tears, and patting my stomach. "Is it a girl or boy?" She asked, smiling as we walked into the family room.

"Why would I care?" I asked; a little annoyed. "Oh, well, you wouldn't. I didn't care wither you were a boy or girl; although now I'm so very proud that you're a beautiful, smart young woman. If you turned out a boy, I would love you no less." She smiled, staring at my growing stomach.

"This isn't part of the project is it?" She asked quietly and I shook my head. "Oh, sweetie. My darling daughter, how could this happen? You're seventeen, not twenty-seven." She said, sounding like the muggle she was.

"Mum," I said, tears fresh on my cheeks. I didn't want to be pregnant. I wanted to be free, I wanted to be able to wear tight-fitting clothes when I got married, and not have to be fat and pregnant. But I loved this baby, and, even if I got the chance to be skinny and not-pregnant, I wouldn't even bother.

"But you are pregnant, with my grandchild, no less. I'm so happy for you, and, well, Draco is just a normal guy. They're all going to do that." My mum sighed. I just sighed.

"Can I stay here for a while? I can't go back. I need Draco to learn a lesson," I explained while my mum nodded, accepting everything.

"Of course, dear." She smiled, and led me up to my room when I said I was tired. "You know where everything is, don't hesitate to knock on my door," She said, and went into her own room, waving me goodnight.

I sighed as I looked at my old room. It was a light green, surprisingly enough, with tons of pretty pink things, especially bookcases. I had hundreds of books, scattered around in random places; my mother, countless times, found books in the refrigerator and microwave. 'What are you trying to do? Eat you're knowledge?' She used to joke around.

But that seemed like forever ago. It felt like a time when I had no idea what I was going to become, and who was going to help me become.

I sat down on my four-post bed and sighed. Life was so normal until I found out I was a witch, and now it was crazy that I was the Dark Lord's granddaughter. It was an impossible thought, and an even more unfeasible realization.

Finally, my eyelids grew heavy and, without changing from my dress, I slid under the covers and fell into a deep trance of sleep.

(Draco's POV)

"What the fuck did you do?!" I yelled at Kelsey who was giggling along with Krum. "What do you mean?" Kelsey asked, puppy-dog-eyes staring at me. "Why the hell did you tell Hermione to come in a week? Don't you have any idea that in seven whole days, it'll be day before Christmas Eve, and we'll have to have the ceremony to become Death Eaters on Christmas Eve?!" I yelled, and Krum's eyes dropped, obviously not liking that Hermione was going to be a Death Eater.

"Uh-oh." Kelsey sighed, giving me a sorrowful look. "Yeah, freaking right, uh-oh." I said, frustrated.

"Well, what the Dark Lord doesn't know won't hurt him." Krum said, annoyed that he wasn't in the conversation.

"Yeah, well what the Dark Lord doesn't know, he'll find out." Danielle said, hand-in-hand with Scorp, who had just gotten back from one of his tasks given to him by none other then the person we were talking about.

"Draco, I have to tell you something, and I don't think you'll like it," Danielle said, and squirmed around a little. "What?" I asked impatiently. "That girl, Astoria, is staying here for a week." Danielle said, putting her weight from one foot to another in an unnatural manner.

I closed my eyes and tried to see the good in things. I realized there was none, and opened my eyes again to see all four of them staring at me as if I was a moron.

I sighed and walked away. I couldn't do anything.

(Hermione's POV)

I woke up the next morning, stretching. I shook out of my dress, and walked naked to the adjoined bathroom. I filled the large round bathtub with hot water and a bubbles.

I sank in, enjoying the heat on my skin. My hair was flying everywhere in the water, and I didn't do anything about it. Being in the water was so intoxicating; addicting in a way no one ever noticed, they just enjoyed it, and lived.

I washed my hair, and soaped my skin, which felt dirtier then could be scrubbed off, and got up, wrapping the towel against my skin.

I changed into some jeans and a plain white V-neck long-sleeved with a Victoria's Secret sweater over it.

I walked down the stairs to see my mom cooking breakfast. She flipped an egg, and then noticed I was there. "Hermione, how'd you sleep, love?" She smiled, noiselessly taking a plate and placing the eggs and some bacon on it and passing it to me.

"Good, mum." I said, even though I had slept terribly. "Good, good." She said, but she sounded distracted. "What happened?" I asked, sitting down in the kitchen table.

"Remember Thorne?" My mum asked, still in a daydream-like way. She was asking about my best friend, before I went to Hogwarts, of course. "Yes, of course." I answered, staring her down.

"He called; said he saw you come home last night, and he wanted to see you before you left him again." She smiled, and I rolled my eyes. I loved Throne, even though I hadn't seen him in years. He, as well as my other muggle friends, all thought that I was going to a boarding school.

"Oh, alright, I'll go see him." I said, giving up. Of course I wanted to see him, but I didn't know if it was the right time. I finished my breakfast, and nodded a goodbye to my mum who was smirking to herself.

I walked across the street and stared at the cream-colored house sitting on the top of the brightest green grass in the neighborhood. I walked up the several steps leading towards the door, and knocked on the red door.

I heard some footsteps, and a muffled yawn, and the door opened to the smiling face of my oldest best friend. His copper hair was ruffled, and his glass-green eyes were watching me with easiness.

"Hermione." He whispered, and hugged me. "Thorne." I smiled, hugging him back.

"Come in, come in." He insisted, and I walked into the house I remembered so much from my childhood. There was a glass chandelier in the entrance hall along with old, original paintings fixed on black walls. The ceilings were two stories high, while his house was three times that big.

We walked into the living room, and I sat down on the leather couch. He, in turn, sat down on the carpeted floor right in front of me, even though there were four other seats.

"Hermione." He said again, and I grinned. Most of our time together as kids, we would always say each other's names.

"How've you been?" I asked, staring into his beautiful eyes. "I've been okay. My parents are in Australia, but I think that they would have been so happy to see you." He said, and sadness filled his voice, as well as accusing.

"Oh, well, you know, busy busy." I lied. He just shrugged, and looked down. "Thorne, I'm sorry," I sighed, and there was a long, awkward silence.

"How about you?" He muttered half-heartedly. "Well, I'm pregnant." I sighed, and he looked up finally, his face revealing shock. "With whose baby?!" He asked, jumping up at his own voice.

" His name is Draco," I said, and he snorted. "What?" I asked defensively. "Well, Draco isn't the most normal name." He said, remembering his manners.

"Yes, well, we're engaged." I said, stiff, not wanting to be here anymore. Throne and I drew back relationships for a reason... there was nothing left. "Oh," He said, looking dead.

I got up after a while, and walked out of the house. I hated Thorne, with his jealous acts, and his child-like ways. He didn't bother to come after me, and, right before I crossed the street, tears started pouring down my face.

Sure, I wasn't a virgin when Draco and I had sex, but neither was he. And, sure, I had lost my virginity to Throne. And, of course, it was an accident. And maybe we could do it again, who cared if I was pregnant?

XXXXXXXXXXXXONE WEEK LATER XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

I took a last look at my mum, and walked out the door. Thorne stood on his porch, strumming his guitar, and I smirked as I walked down the street, and into an abandoned ally.

I disapparated to Malfoy manner, where Draco was standing on the grass, waiting impatiently for me.

"Hi," I said sadly. I couldn't even look at him without feeling disappointed at myself, and jealous when I saw the stranger walking up to us.

"Hermione," He said, and I ran over and kissed him. Yes, I missed him, and yes, I was still upset that he had cheated on me, but now we were even, right?

He hugged me and whispered how much he had missed me.

"This is Astoria." He said, and he shot a glance at the stranger. "She's staying here for two more days since her house is being renovated." He said, disgusted, so I was positive he was upset with himself for cheating on me, and didn't do it again.

"Yes, I'm Astoria, and, Draco, can I talk to you for a second?" She asked, and Draco gave her another revolted glimpse. "Whatever you have to say to me, you can say in front of my fiancée." He hissed lowly, and she smirked.

"I'm pregnant with your baby, Draco."


AHHHHHHHHHHHH I KNOW! If you dont understand, here goes nothing: Draco cheated on Hermione with Astoria, and now she's pregnant with his baby. :O and Hermione, while living with her mother for a week, cheated on Draco to 'get even.' PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!

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