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*** Draco Apparated inside Hermione's kitchen at 10:00 A.M., Sunday morning.
"Hermione?" he called.
"Yes, I'm coming!" He heard her from upstairs, and five seconds later she was there with him, jumping into his arms. He hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead.
"Draco, I missed you so much!" she almost cried. Draco stroked her head, sat down on one of the chairs and pulled her down to sit on his lap.
"Great to see you," he said. "How are you?"
"I'm..." Hermione wanted to automatically say fine, but couldn't. Instead, she took a deep breath and put her head on his shoulder.
"Is anything wrong?" he asked apprehensively.
Hermione raised her head again and took his hands in hers. She looked deep into his gray-blue eyes and said: "Draco, there's something I need to tell you."
"I'm listening," he said seriously.
Hermione swallowed hard. How was she going to tell him? "Look," she began, "I must tell you, I'm not sure you're going to like it."
She glanced at the floor for a moment. Did she dare to look at him again? Yes, she has to look at him right in the eye when she tells him that... She raised them reluctantly.
"Draco, I... remember that... that night we had? On our last day in Hogwarts, in your bedroom, when we were both drunk?"
"How can I forget?" he joked, but he looked surprised. "I thought you wanted to forget all about that night."
"I did, actually," said Hermione, licking her lips uncomfortably, "and I still do, but I found out that it wasn't as simple as I thought."
"Really? That's funny, it's exactly how I feel about that night. I can hardly remember anything, you know." He held up one of her hands. "But you know, it was out first time together, and to tell you the truth, I wish I could remember it. It must have been amazing. After all, it was with you."
Hermione couldn't help but smile. "You're so sweet," she said and kissed his cheek quickly. She then stopped herself, for she wasn't sure his smile would last for long after she told him what she had to tell.
"Draco, I found out this night wasn't so easy to forget, because... because it had consequences."
"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.
"I mean it's... you know, sometimes we think things just happen and we can't change them, and then we say it would be for the best just to drop the subject because we can't change anything anyway, so why bother - but it's not what it looks like, and later on we find out that those things caused results, but the results are not always for the best - "
"Hermione - will you just tell me?"
"Right." Hermione swallowed hard again. This was not going to work. She couldn't make him understand by himself. She had to tell him.
"Draco," she said, "I'm pregnant."
Draco looked horror-struck.
"I know," Hermione said quickly. "I know it comes as a complete shock - but it also came as a complete shock to me, it really did. I just found out yesterday, I took a test in St. Mungo's and - "
But she stopped, for Draco had begun to shake his head frantically and she realized he wasn't going to listen.
"You are pregnant?" he said, looking at her blankly.
"Y-yes."
"You mean really pregnant? Like you're going to have a baby and all?"
"That's usually the meaning of the word pregnant, isn't it?"
"But - but - " Draco stammered, "but HOW?"
"What do you mean, how?" said Hermione, confused. "We had sex, Draco, you know."
"Yes, but - but - but HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?"
Hermione stared at him. She suddenly began to feel uncomfortable on his lap, so she got up. "What do you mean, how can I do this to you? I'm not doing anything!"
"Yes, you are! You're getting pregnant!"
"But it's not my fault, you know, it's not like I asked for it - "
"Of course it's your fault!" Draco cut her off. He had got to his feet as well, his face bright-red and his eyes narrowed with anger. "SURE it's your fault! You are the one who should have thought about it! Why didn't you put a protective spell on yourself?"
"I was drunk, Draco, I couldn't think properly, just to remind you, had I thought properly we wouldn't have slept together at all - "
"It doesn't change anything! This is your responsibility - "
"Wait a minute, why is it only MY responsibility?" Hermione was beginning to get angry herself now. "I can ask the very same question, Draco, why didn't YOU put any protective spell?"
"Are you saying this is my fault now? Is that why you called me here? To blame me for you having a baby?"
"No! I called you to tell you that - "
"That you were stupid enough to become pregnant!" he shouted. "Really, Hermione, I thought you were smarter than this. For heaven's sake, we're eighteen. I don't feel like being a father now, OK? But you're forcing me into this without asking for my permission - "
"EXCUSE ME?" Hermione's temper was rising dangerously. "Excuse me, Draco? I should ask for YOUR permission before I'm getting pregnant?"
"You're turning me into a father!" he shouted back. "I don't want to be a father now, Hermione!"
"I didn't plan this, Draco, you can trust me on that! I didn't want you to be a father!"
"You should have been more responsible!"
"It wasn't up to me!" Hermione screamed. "But it won't help, arguing about what we SHOULD have done! We haven't! And it happened! So let's think about what we're doing NOW!"
"Now?" Draco's eyes narrowed even more.
"Yes! We're going to have a baby, and we should think what - "
"What do you mean, WE?" said Draco in a dangerous voice.
"What are you talking about?" said Hermione, confused. "This is going to be our baby. We - "
"There is no 'we' here, Hermione."
Hermione stared.
Draco turned around and began to walk towards the door.
"Wait!" Hermione cried.
He stopped.
"Aren't - aren't you going to take part in raising this child?" Hermione's voice trembled, although she did her best to keep it calm.
"No," said Draco coldly.
"But - but - why not?"
"If I haven't managed to explain this to you until now, it means you're even more stupid than you already proved to be. I don't want a baby, Hermione. This is too irrelevant. I'm not going to have this baby, and it's not going to be my baby. If you want to ruin your own life by having it, I wish you luck."
And he stepped out of the kitchen, leaving Hermione to stare blankly after him.
dbc-ravfen: LOL!!!!! Well, here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy it! LOL again!
*** Draco Apparated inside Hermione's kitchen at 10:00 A.M., Sunday morning.
"Hermione?" he called.
"Yes, I'm coming!" He heard her from upstairs, and five seconds later she was there with him, jumping into his arms. He hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead.
"Draco, I missed you so much!" she almost cried. Draco stroked her head, sat down on one of the chairs and pulled her down to sit on his lap.
"Great to see you," he said. "How are you?"
"I'm..." Hermione wanted to automatically say fine, but couldn't. Instead, she took a deep breath and put her head on his shoulder.
"Is anything wrong?" he asked apprehensively.
Hermione raised her head again and took his hands in hers. She looked deep into his gray-blue eyes and said: "Draco, there's something I need to tell you."
"I'm listening," he said seriously.
Hermione swallowed hard. How was she going to tell him? "Look," she began, "I must tell you, I'm not sure you're going to like it."
She glanced at the floor for a moment. Did she dare to look at him again? Yes, she has to look at him right in the eye when she tells him that... She raised them reluctantly.
"Draco, I... remember that... that night we had? On our last day in Hogwarts, in your bedroom, when we were both drunk?"
"How can I forget?" he joked, but he looked surprised. "I thought you wanted to forget all about that night."
"I did, actually," said Hermione, licking her lips uncomfortably, "and I still do, but I found out that it wasn't as simple as I thought."
"Really? That's funny, it's exactly how I feel about that night. I can hardly remember anything, you know." He held up one of her hands. "But you know, it was out first time together, and to tell you the truth, I wish I could remember it. It must have been amazing. After all, it was with you."
Hermione couldn't help but smile. "You're so sweet," she said and kissed his cheek quickly. She then stopped herself, for she wasn't sure his smile would last for long after she told him what she had to tell.
"Draco, I found out this night wasn't so easy to forget, because... because it had consequences."
"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.
"I mean it's... you know, sometimes we think things just happen and we can't change them, and then we say it would be for the best just to drop the subject because we can't change anything anyway, so why bother - but it's not what it looks like, and later on we find out that those things caused results, but the results are not always for the best - "
"Hermione - will you just tell me?"
"Right." Hermione swallowed hard again. This was not going to work. She couldn't make him understand by himself. She had to tell him.
"Draco," she said, "I'm pregnant."
Draco looked horror-struck.
"I know," Hermione said quickly. "I know it comes as a complete shock - but it also came as a complete shock to me, it really did. I just found out yesterday, I took a test in St. Mungo's and - "
But she stopped, for Draco had begun to shake his head frantically and she realized he wasn't going to listen.
"You are pregnant?" he said, looking at her blankly.
"Y-yes."
"You mean really pregnant? Like you're going to have a baby and all?"
"That's usually the meaning of the word pregnant, isn't it?"
"But - but - " Draco stammered, "but HOW?"
"What do you mean, how?" said Hermione, confused. "We had sex, Draco, you know."
"Yes, but - but - but HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?"
Hermione stared at him. She suddenly began to feel uncomfortable on his lap, so she got up. "What do you mean, how can I do this to you? I'm not doing anything!"
"Yes, you are! You're getting pregnant!"
"But it's not my fault, you know, it's not like I asked for it - "
"Of course it's your fault!" Draco cut her off. He had got to his feet as well, his face bright-red and his eyes narrowed with anger. "SURE it's your fault! You are the one who should have thought about it! Why didn't you put a protective spell on yourself?"
"I was drunk, Draco, I couldn't think properly, just to remind you, had I thought properly we wouldn't have slept together at all - "
"It doesn't change anything! This is your responsibility - "
"Wait a minute, why is it only MY responsibility?" Hermione was beginning to get angry herself now. "I can ask the very same question, Draco, why didn't YOU put any protective spell?"
"Are you saying this is my fault now? Is that why you called me here? To blame me for you having a baby?"
"No! I called you to tell you that - "
"That you were stupid enough to become pregnant!" he shouted. "Really, Hermione, I thought you were smarter than this. For heaven's sake, we're eighteen. I don't feel like being a father now, OK? But you're forcing me into this without asking for my permission - "
"EXCUSE ME?" Hermione's temper was rising dangerously. "Excuse me, Draco? I should ask for YOUR permission before I'm getting pregnant?"
"You're turning me into a father!" he shouted back. "I don't want to be a father now, Hermione!"
"I didn't plan this, Draco, you can trust me on that! I didn't want you to be a father!"
"You should have been more responsible!"
"It wasn't up to me!" Hermione screamed. "But it won't help, arguing about what we SHOULD have done! We haven't! And it happened! So let's think about what we're doing NOW!"
"Now?" Draco's eyes narrowed even more.
"Yes! We're going to have a baby, and we should think what - "
"What do you mean, WE?" said Draco in a dangerous voice.
"What are you talking about?" said Hermione, confused. "This is going to be our baby. We - "
"There is no 'we' here, Hermione."
Hermione stared.
Draco turned around and began to walk towards the door.
"Wait!" Hermione cried.
He stopped.
"Aren't - aren't you going to take part in raising this child?" Hermione's voice trembled, although she did her best to keep it calm.
"No," said Draco coldly.
"But - but - why not?"
"If I haven't managed to explain this to you until now, it means you're even more stupid than you already proved to be. I don't want a baby, Hermione. This is too irrelevant. I'm not going to have this baby, and it's not going to be my baby. If you want to ruin your own life by having it, I wish you luck."
And he stepped out of the kitchen, leaving Hermione to stare blankly after him.