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It was the beginning of January, and classes had started. The four friends were currently in Potions. Harry enjoyed the privilege of being able to do whatever he wanted without being expelled. Dumbledore wouldn't let Snape expel him, and James would kill Snape if he tried.
Harry and Draco were just having a muttered conversation calling Snape a number of swear words.
Snape, being the overgrown bat he was, of course, had to hear.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor," hissed Snape.
"Oh, why not take 100?" said Harry carelessly. "You're eventually going to by the end of today."
Draco laughed.
"I will, then," he agreed icily. "And detention for both of you. Tonight. Six o'clock. My office." He apparently couldn't bring himself to dock points from his own house, though.
Draco shrugged at Harry. "It's only detention."
"Wait till my dad hears," snarled Harry. "I have Quidditch practice tonight."
"Yeah, your dad definitely wouldn't want you to miss Quidditch," quipped Draco sarcastically.
"Shut up, ferret face," said Harry.
"Do you know I used to call you the Boy Who Lived to Piss Me Off?" asked Draco.
"Used to?" Harry repeated. "When don't I piss you off?"
Draco ticked off things on his fingers. "Never, never, never, and did I say never?"
"My point," said Harry.
During break, Harry went to James, who was living at Hogwarts, though he wasn't allowed to go out in the corridors without an Invisibility Cloak because him being alive was supposed to be a secret.
"Dad, Snape put me in detention and took 100 points from Gryffindor," he complained. "And I have Quidditch practice tonight."
"What for?" asked James.
"For calling him a bastard."
"It was only the truth," grinned James. "Listen, just go, or you'll have a year's worth of detentions. I'll have a nice little 'chat' with him later. And I'll lead your Quidditch practice. Six o'clock tonight, right?"
Harry frowned. "Yeah, I suppose you could. But you're supposed to be dead."
"Oh, yeah," said James. "Polyjuice Potion'll fix that. There'll be two of you walking around. Got any?"
"I keep a bottle of it," answered Harry sarcastically. "God, I'm starting to sound like Malfoy."
James laughed. "I'll bet anything that Snape's got some in his cupboard. I'll steal some. Meet me in your room at 5:45. Sound good?"
"Sure." Harry still couldn't see his dad being fory. He was stealing things from other teachers, for heavens' sakes. "Bye, dad."
"See you later."
At 5:45 that night, Draco was kissing Hermione goodbye.
"You still didn't tell me where you were going," she frowned.
"I didn't? Oh, I've got detention with Snape."
"Have fun," she replied sarcastically. "What did you do?"
"Oh, I suppose he was just jealous of my looks," he quipped arrogantly.
"You make yourself out to be the hottest guy on earth," she said.
"Aren't I?"
"Of course, Draco," she smiled. "Love ya to pieces."
"Love ya to crumbs," he replied seriously.
"Okay that was your worst joke yet," she commented after a hilarious silence. "If you can call it a joke."
"Yeah, whatever. Bye!"
Harry and James sat in Harry's room. James drank the stolen potion, and there were immediately two Harrys in the room.
"Take the water bottle and fill it with potion," suggested Harry. "I'll meet you in your room when detention's done."
"Got it," James said. "Bye."
Draco and Harry got to Snape's office at 6:05, but he wasn't there to yell at them.
"That's odd," said Harry quietly.
"There's a note," said Draco. He read it aloud.
Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy,
I have left you tests to correct, without wands. To make sure you don't cheat, I've charmed the desk drawer containing the papers into opening only after you place your wands on my desk. The doors will lock themselves until you're done. Happy correcting.
Professor Snape
"Bastard," said Harry. "Better get done as soon as possible."
"What did you do about Quidditch practice?" asked Draco.
"My dad under Polyjuice Potion as me is leading the team."
"If he were a loving dad, he would have let you play and he would have been in detention," said Draco.
"Yeah, I didn't think of that," frowned Harry.
"Of course you didn't," muttered Draco.
"Oh, what the hell," Harry sighed. "So, wanna get started?"
"No, but it's this or more detentions."
They placed their wands on the desk. They immediately disappeared. The drawer containing the test sprang open, revealing a humongous stack of papers.
"Oh, shit," grumbled Draco, pulling the tests out. "Well, better do this."
"How do we know the answers?" asked Harry.
"This guy must get teased about his name," said Draco, looking at the name blank on a test.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"Answer Key," replied Draco, the sarcasm dripping from his tongue.
"Wiseass," retorted Harry. They put the answer key in the middle so they could both read it while correcting.
"This Mr. Key is friggin' smart," smirked Draco after five minutes.
"I don't know how your parents dealt with you," sighed Harry. "For that matter, even Hermione."
"It's my charm, I have to say," replied Draco.
Harry had to laugh at that one.
James was having some difficulty, meanwhile. He couldn't remember the players' names from when he taught some of them in Harry's third year, except Ron, of course.
Other than that, it went great. And James didn't hear the players after practice in the locker room.
"He's better," said Seamus in an awed voice. "Better than usual."
"No kidding," replied Colin, also shocked. "Just awesome."
Ron grinned. That'd be something to tell Harry and James.
It was the afternoon of January the 17th. Hermione lie sleeping in her bed, taking a nap, oblivious to the knocks Harry was making on her door. Finally, he gave up knocking.
"HERMIONE I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOUR MIDDLE NAME IS GRANGER, GET OUT HERE!" he bellowed.
She got up grumpily and opened the door.
"Voldemort didn't bother giving me a middle name," she croaked, her throat sore because of sleep. "And you know my last name isn't Granger. Now what's so urgent?"
"Yeah, but I like Granger better than Riddle," he said. "But you've got to hear what Ron did."
For some odd reason, Ron was just sitting there, looking quite odd.
"What?" she asked, sitting down next to Draco.
"Ron, d'you want me to tell her?" asked Harry. When Ron didn't answer, he went on. "He just proposed."
"Oh, my god! To Luna?" shrieked Hermione.
"Who else have I been going out with?" spoke Ron for the first time.
"Oh, Ron, that's great!" exclaimed Hermione. "That was so fast! You only started dating in September!"
"That's when you started dating Malfoy, and you've been engaged a month," pointed out Ron.
"Yes, well, just making a point," she said. "But I didn't know you even liked her that much!"
"Turns out I do," replied Ron. "Just picked out today, you know? I mean, it's her birthday."
"How sweet!" sighed Hermione. "Now all that's left is for Harry to be engaged."
"He'll be an old bachelor," said Draco surely.
"Trelawney predicted I'd live to a ripe old age and have twelve children," protested Harry.
"Yeah, but that's Trelawney," said Draco. "And I'd feel sorry for any wife of yours, twelve kids or not."
"You are a-"
"Don't finish that sentence," said Draco sleekly. "The words that fit in will only make you jealous of me."
"Some people..." muttered Harry.
"Yes, some people are butt ugly," commented Draco. "Not to mention names."
"And the insult parade marches on," laughed Hermione. "Oh, my god. I'll be right back." She clutched her stomach and ran to the bathroom.
"I'll go after her," sighed Draco.
He found her looking quite white, on the ground by the toilet.
"Did you get sick?" he asked.
She nodded weakly. "I'm fine." She got up, brushed her teeth, and washed her face. "Devon's going to have to be pretty cute for me to forgive him for all this."
Draco smiled. "Oh, he will be."
Some time toward the end of the month, Draco entered the Head Common Room to find Hermione lying spread-eagle on the ground in the middle of the room.
"Are you okay?" he asked concernedly.
"Just shut up," she groaned.
Mood swing, he concluded. "Do you want me to move you to your room?"
"No, Draco, I just ate half a gallon of ice cream."
"Why the hell did you do that?"
"I had a craving for spumoni ice cream. And if you talk about food, I will curse you into oblivion."
"Oh, I just had a normal lunch," said Draco evilly. "You know, steak, mashed potatoes, pumpkin juice..."
"Draco Malfoy, you are truly wicked. Now pick me up and put me on the couch."
"Yes ma'am," replied Draco. "Man, you're fat."
"Well, don't expect me to get skinnier with another person inside me," she snapped. "Thank you."
"You know what?" he asked randomly. "I would have had a sister."
Hermione gasped. "What happened?"
"A few years ago, my mum got pregnant. But my dad only wanted boys. So he forced her to take an abortion potion."
"I'm so sorry!" she cried. "I had no idea! Your dad is awful! Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I remember helping my mother when she was pregnant, of course until she found out it was a girl," he replied glumly. "You kind of just reminded me of her."
"You'd let me keep Devon if he were a girl, right?" asked Hermione, just to make sure.
"Love, I'd let you keep Devon if he were a frog."
Also that day, James and Harry were just chatting.
"Dad, there's this girl," started Harry.
"The girl?" grinned James.
"No," said Harry. "I hate her. She's the one I was stuck with during the Love Potion thing. Her name's Pansy."
"Lily, Pansy. I can see where this is going."
"No," said Harry. "She's in Slytherin. I can't stand her. But I got a letter from her on Christmas. It said, 'It's been two months, too long. I miss you.'"
"I see the problem," said James. "But what to do?"
"That's what I'm asking you," said Harry. "You're supposed to be the expert on this."
"True," smirked James. "She probably just wants a date or something."
"Or something?" Harry asked. "What's the something?"
James shrugged. "Go out with her a couple of times. Then, if she doesn't leave you alone, tell her to sod off."
"Yeah, but she's so ugly," Harry complained. "Malfoy escaped her and got Hermione."
"Just ignore it, then," suggested James. "After all, it's already been a month."
"Fine." But Harry wasn't completely convinced.
On February the 12th, as Hermione was doing her homework in her room, Luna walked in. A pleasant surprise.
"Draco let me in," she explained.
"What's up?" asked Hermione.
"I'm scared," admitted Luna. She looked scared.
"Why? What happened?"
"Ron's going to kill me," she groaned. "I'm pregnant."
"With his kid though, right?" asked Hermione, just to make sure.
Luna rolled her eyes. "Yeah, of course."
"Oh, I see the problem," sympathized Hermione. "Nice Valentine's Day present."
"No, really," said Luna. "I don't think he wants children. Not now, I mean."
"Do you want me to tell him?" asked Hermione.
"No, I better," sighed Luna. "But I'm so scared."
"Tell me how it went later, okay? I know him. He won't be mad at you. At least not forever," she added lightheartedly.
"I hope so," whispered Luna, missing the humor, a single tear sliding down her cheek.
Hermione hugged her.
"I know so," she said.
Luna left silently.
Hermione went out to Draco after sitting down and thinking for a few minutes.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked.
"The poor girl's pregnant," explained Hermione. "And I think it was an accident."
"What do you mean 'an accident?' You can hardly sleep with someone on accident."
"I mean that they weren't planning on a kid," sighed Hermione. "She has to go tell Ron."
"I send my sympathy to the Weasel," Draco quipped. "His fiancé is an idiot. Yeah, but she's a perfect fit for him that way," he added more to himself than to Hermione.
"She may be odd," said Hermione. "But she's nice and friendly."
"Okay, are you hungry?" he asked, knowing she wouldn't get mad because he hadn't asked her that in over a month.
"Funnily enough, yes," she replied. "I have a weird craving for tapioca pudding... and bananas."
"Do you want me to go get some?" he offered, trying not to make a face at the disgusting combination of food.
"No, I will," she said. "I'll be back, Draco."
"Later, Mya." He'd recently taken to calling her that because she hated it.
She was back later, eating her chopped up bananas in pudding.
"Mmmmm... Do you want some?"
"I'll pass on that one...." he replied.
"I never asked you, what music do you listen to?"
"Rap for me," he replied. "Nelly, Eminem."
"Really? Muggle rap? Me too. And hip-hop," she agreed. "I could imagine you as Eminem, you know? You need the backwards hat and sweatshirt."
"Really," he said. "No one's ever told me that before. What's your favorite song?"
"Mine is..." contemplated Hermione. "I'd have to say This I Swear by Nick Lashey because it was during that song I told you I loved you the first time. Yours?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe Holidae In or Shake Your Tail Feathers or Right Thurr... Even Yeah by Lil Jon and Ludacris and Usher"
"Those are good songs," she agreed.
"Oh, actually I think my favorite is In Da Club. You know, 50 Cent."
"Yeah, that's a really good one," she said. "You know, I have to go write to my parents. Adoptive parents, more like. They don't know I even started dating anyone, and here I am engaged and pregnant."
"Fair point," he said. "I never met them. What are they like?"
"Good, really. They love me so much that I didn't know they weren't my real parents."
"Will they be mad?"
"Maybe, probably. They'll get over it. I mean, I am eighteen."
"Yeah," he nodded.
"She brought back some parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink. She wrote:
My dearest parents,
While at school, I found out that you adopted me. I'm not mad at you for not telling me, but here's the catch. You know Voldemort that I've told you about? I'm his daughter! I bet you didn't know that. Well, he sent this classmate of mine, Draco Malfoy (you've heard about him too), to impregnate me because he wanted another heir. Yeah, he's weird. Not to mention evil. Voldemort, I mean. Not Draco. The short and sweet version of the story is that I fell in love with Draco and am pregnant and engaged. Shocking, right? Sorry for suddenly bursting it on you. The baby, Devon Shane, is due at the beginning of August. There's going to be a war here, then. Draco will protect me, don't worry. I'll see you soon, hopefully.
With love,
Hermione.
"Can I use Demon?" she asked.
"Yeah," he nodded over a Potions essay.
"Thanks."
As soon as she was done, Harry came storming in.
"Did you hear?" he asked. "About Luna?"
"I heard all right," she sighed. "Did you see Ron?"
"Yeah," he replied. "He's not pissed, just in shock."
"Can't blame him," said Draco, joining the conversation.
"What about Luna?" wondered Hermione. "How is she?"
"She thought he was going to kill her," said Harry. "But they're together now."
"Maybe we should explain everything about Draco and Voldemort and all to her," suggested Hermione. "She's kind of like one of us now, you know?"
"Ask Dumbledore," said Harry. "But then there'll be two pregnant women walking around."
"Deal with it."
So, guys, other than those two Luna surprises, this chapter really sucked. I know, sorry. But next chapter is a new hook-up... Actually two of them... Well, partially... Give you a penny if you know who!!! Well, obviously, who's single?? They're both related... And they both need girlfriends... Okay, I better stop hinting and get writing... Toodles!
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Thanx for reviewing... Now the rest of you... Well, I won't go into detail.... Here's the next chapter... Sorry I haven't updated in a few of days.. been really busy...
It was the beginning of January, and classes had started. The four friends were currently in Potions. Harry enjoyed the privilege of being able to do whatever he wanted without being expelled. Dumbledore wouldn't let Snape expel him, and James would kill Snape if he tried.
Harry and Draco were just having a muttered conversation calling Snape a number of swear words.
Snape, being the overgrown bat he was, of course, had to hear.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor," hissed Snape.
"Oh, why not take 100?" said Harry carelessly. "You're eventually going to by the end of today."
Draco laughed.
"I will, then," he agreed icily. "And detention for both of you. Tonight. Six o'clock. My office." He apparently couldn't bring himself to dock points from his own house, though.
Draco shrugged at Harry. "It's only detention."
"Wait till my dad hears," snarled Harry. "I have Quidditch practice tonight."
"Yeah, your dad definitely wouldn't want you to miss Quidditch," quipped Draco sarcastically.
"Shut up, ferret face," said Harry.
"Do you know I used to call you the Boy Who Lived to Piss Me Off?" asked Draco.
"Used to?" Harry repeated. "When don't I piss you off?"
Draco ticked off things on his fingers. "Never, never, never, and did I say never?"
"My point," said Harry.
During break, Harry went to James, who was living at Hogwarts, though he wasn't allowed to go out in the corridors without an Invisibility Cloak because him being alive was supposed to be a secret.
"Dad, Snape put me in detention and took 100 points from Gryffindor," he complained. "And I have Quidditch practice tonight."
"What for?" asked James.
"For calling him a bastard."
"It was only the truth," grinned James. "Listen, just go, or you'll have a year's worth of detentions. I'll have a nice little 'chat' with him later. And I'll lead your Quidditch practice. Six o'clock tonight, right?"
Harry frowned. "Yeah, I suppose you could. But you're supposed to be dead."
"Oh, yeah," said James. "Polyjuice Potion'll fix that. There'll be two of you walking around. Got any?"
"I keep a bottle of it," answered Harry sarcastically. "God, I'm starting to sound like Malfoy."
James laughed. "I'll bet anything that Snape's got some in his cupboard. I'll steal some. Meet me in your room at 5:45. Sound good?"
"Sure." Harry still couldn't see his dad being fory. He was stealing things from other teachers, for heavens' sakes. "Bye, dad."
"See you later."
At 5:45 that night, Draco was kissing Hermione goodbye.
"You still didn't tell me where you were going," she frowned.
"I didn't? Oh, I've got detention with Snape."
"Have fun," she replied sarcastically. "What did you do?"
"Oh, I suppose he was just jealous of my looks," he quipped arrogantly.
"You make yourself out to be the hottest guy on earth," she said.
"Aren't I?"
"Of course, Draco," she smiled. "Love ya to pieces."
"Love ya to crumbs," he replied seriously.
"Okay that was your worst joke yet," she commented after a hilarious silence. "If you can call it a joke."
"Yeah, whatever. Bye!"
Harry and James sat in Harry's room. James drank the stolen potion, and there were immediately two Harrys in the room.
"Take the water bottle and fill it with potion," suggested Harry. "I'll meet you in your room when detention's done."
"Got it," James said. "Bye."
Draco and Harry got to Snape's office at 6:05, but he wasn't there to yell at them.
"That's odd," said Harry quietly.
"There's a note," said Draco. He read it aloud.
Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy,
I have left you tests to correct, without wands. To make sure you don't cheat, I've charmed the desk drawer containing the papers into opening only after you place your wands on my desk. The doors will lock themselves until you're done. Happy correcting.
Professor Snape
"Bastard," said Harry. "Better get done as soon as possible."
"What did you do about Quidditch practice?" asked Draco.
"My dad under Polyjuice Potion as me is leading the team."
"If he were a loving dad, he would have let you play and he would have been in detention," said Draco.
"Yeah, I didn't think of that," frowned Harry.
"Of course you didn't," muttered Draco.
"Oh, what the hell," Harry sighed. "So, wanna get started?"
"No, but it's this or more detentions."
They placed their wands on the desk. They immediately disappeared. The drawer containing the test sprang open, revealing a humongous stack of papers.
"Oh, shit," grumbled Draco, pulling the tests out. "Well, better do this."
"How do we know the answers?" asked Harry.
"This guy must get teased about his name," said Draco, looking at the name blank on a test.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"Answer Key," replied Draco, the sarcasm dripping from his tongue.
"Wiseass," retorted Harry. They put the answer key in the middle so they could both read it while correcting.
"This Mr. Key is friggin' smart," smirked Draco after five minutes.
"I don't know how your parents dealt with you," sighed Harry. "For that matter, even Hermione."
"It's my charm, I have to say," replied Draco.
Harry had to laugh at that one.
James was having some difficulty, meanwhile. He couldn't remember the players' names from when he taught some of them in Harry's third year, except Ron, of course.
Other than that, it went great. And James didn't hear the players after practice in the locker room.
"He's better," said Seamus in an awed voice. "Better than usual."
"No kidding," replied Colin, also shocked. "Just awesome."
Ron grinned. That'd be something to tell Harry and James.
It was the afternoon of January the 17th. Hermione lie sleeping in her bed, taking a nap, oblivious to the knocks Harry was making on her door. Finally, he gave up knocking.
"HERMIONE I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOUR MIDDLE NAME IS GRANGER, GET OUT HERE!" he bellowed.
She got up grumpily and opened the door.
"Voldemort didn't bother giving me a middle name," she croaked, her throat sore because of sleep. "And you know my last name isn't Granger. Now what's so urgent?"
"Yeah, but I like Granger better than Riddle," he said. "But you've got to hear what Ron did."
For some odd reason, Ron was just sitting there, looking quite odd.
"What?" she asked, sitting down next to Draco.
"Ron, d'you want me to tell her?" asked Harry. When Ron didn't answer, he went on. "He just proposed."
"Oh, my god! To Luna?" shrieked Hermione.
"Who else have I been going out with?" spoke Ron for the first time.
"Oh, Ron, that's great!" exclaimed Hermione. "That was so fast! You only started dating in September!"
"That's when you started dating Malfoy, and you've been engaged a month," pointed out Ron.
"Yes, well, just making a point," she said. "But I didn't know you even liked her that much!"
"Turns out I do," replied Ron. "Just picked out today, you know? I mean, it's her birthday."
"How sweet!" sighed Hermione. "Now all that's left is for Harry to be engaged."
"He'll be an old bachelor," said Draco surely.
"Trelawney predicted I'd live to a ripe old age and have twelve children," protested Harry.
"Yeah, but that's Trelawney," said Draco. "And I'd feel sorry for any wife of yours, twelve kids or not."
"You are a-"
"Don't finish that sentence," said Draco sleekly. "The words that fit in will only make you jealous of me."
"Some people..." muttered Harry.
"Yes, some people are butt ugly," commented Draco. "Not to mention names."
"And the insult parade marches on," laughed Hermione. "Oh, my god. I'll be right back." She clutched her stomach and ran to the bathroom.
"I'll go after her," sighed Draco.
He found her looking quite white, on the ground by the toilet.
"Did you get sick?" he asked.
She nodded weakly. "I'm fine." She got up, brushed her teeth, and washed her face. "Devon's going to have to be pretty cute for me to forgive him for all this."
Draco smiled. "Oh, he will be."
Some time toward the end of the month, Draco entered the Head Common Room to find Hermione lying spread-eagle on the ground in the middle of the room.
"Are you okay?" he asked concernedly.
"Just shut up," she groaned.
Mood swing, he concluded. "Do you want me to move you to your room?"
"No, Draco, I just ate half a gallon of ice cream."
"Why the hell did you do that?"
"I had a craving for spumoni ice cream. And if you talk about food, I will curse you into oblivion."
"Oh, I just had a normal lunch," said Draco evilly. "You know, steak, mashed potatoes, pumpkin juice..."
"Draco Malfoy, you are truly wicked. Now pick me up and put me on the couch."
"Yes ma'am," replied Draco. "Man, you're fat."
"Well, don't expect me to get skinnier with another person inside me," she snapped. "Thank you."
"You know what?" he asked randomly. "I would have had a sister."
Hermione gasped. "What happened?"
"A few years ago, my mum got pregnant. But my dad only wanted boys. So he forced her to take an abortion potion."
"I'm so sorry!" she cried. "I had no idea! Your dad is awful! Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I remember helping my mother when she was pregnant, of course until she found out it was a girl," he replied glumly. "You kind of just reminded me of her."
"You'd let me keep Devon if he were a girl, right?" asked Hermione, just to make sure.
"Love, I'd let you keep Devon if he were a frog."
Also that day, James and Harry were just chatting.
"Dad, there's this girl," started Harry.
"The girl?" grinned James.
"No," said Harry. "I hate her. She's the one I was stuck with during the Love Potion thing. Her name's Pansy."
"Lily, Pansy. I can see where this is going."
"No," said Harry. "She's in Slytherin. I can't stand her. But I got a letter from her on Christmas. It said, 'It's been two months, too long. I miss you.'"
"I see the problem," said James. "But what to do?"
"That's what I'm asking you," said Harry. "You're supposed to be the expert on this."
"True," smirked James. "She probably just wants a date or something."
"Or something?" Harry asked. "What's the something?"
James shrugged. "Go out with her a couple of times. Then, if she doesn't leave you alone, tell her to sod off."
"Yeah, but she's so ugly," Harry complained. "Malfoy escaped her and got Hermione."
"Just ignore it, then," suggested James. "After all, it's already been a month."
"Fine." But Harry wasn't completely convinced.
On February the 12th, as Hermione was doing her homework in her room, Luna walked in. A pleasant surprise.
"Draco let me in," she explained.
"What's up?" asked Hermione.
"I'm scared," admitted Luna. She looked scared.
"Why? What happened?"
"Ron's going to kill me," she groaned. "I'm pregnant."
"With his kid though, right?" asked Hermione, just to make sure.
Luna rolled her eyes. "Yeah, of course."
"Oh, I see the problem," sympathized Hermione. "Nice Valentine's Day present."
"No, really," said Luna. "I don't think he wants children. Not now, I mean."
"Do you want me to tell him?" asked Hermione.
"No, I better," sighed Luna. "But I'm so scared."
"Tell me how it went later, okay? I know him. He won't be mad at you. At least not forever," she added lightheartedly.
"I hope so," whispered Luna, missing the humor, a single tear sliding down her cheek.
Hermione hugged her.
"I know so," she said.
Luna left silently.
Hermione went out to Draco after sitting down and thinking for a few minutes.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked.
"The poor girl's pregnant," explained Hermione. "And I think it was an accident."
"What do you mean 'an accident?' You can hardly sleep with someone on accident."
"I mean that they weren't planning on a kid," sighed Hermione. "She has to go tell Ron."
"I send my sympathy to the Weasel," Draco quipped. "His fiancé is an idiot. Yeah, but she's a perfect fit for him that way," he added more to himself than to Hermione.
"She may be odd," said Hermione. "But she's nice and friendly."
"Okay, are you hungry?" he asked, knowing she wouldn't get mad because he hadn't asked her that in over a month.
"Funnily enough, yes," she replied. "I have a weird craving for tapioca pudding... and bananas."
"Do you want me to go get some?" he offered, trying not to make a face at the disgusting combination of food.
"No, I will," she said. "I'll be back, Draco."
"Later, Mya." He'd recently taken to calling her that because she hated it.
She was back later, eating her chopped up bananas in pudding.
"Mmmmm... Do you want some?"
"I'll pass on that one...." he replied.
"I never asked you, what music do you listen to?"
"Rap for me," he replied. "Nelly, Eminem."
"Really? Muggle rap? Me too. And hip-hop," she agreed. "I could imagine you as Eminem, you know? You need the backwards hat and sweatshirt."
"Really," he said. "No one's ever told me that before. What's your favorite song?"
"Mine is..." contemplated Hermione. "I'd have to say This I Swear by Nick Lashey because it was during that song I told you I loved you the first time. Yours?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe Holidae In or Shake Your Tail Feathers or Right Thurr... Even Yeah by Lil Jon and Ludacris and Usher"
"Those are good songs," she agreed.
"Oh, actually I think my favorite is In Da Club. You know, 50 Cent."
"Yeah, that's a really good one," she said. "You know, I have to go write to my parents. Adoptive parents, more like. They don't know I even started dating anyone, and here I am engaged and pregnant."
"Fair point," he said. "I never met them. What are they like?"
"Good, really. They love me so much that I didn't know they weren't my real parents."
"Will they be mad?"
"Maybe, probably. They'll get over it. I mean, I am eighteen."
"Yeah," he nodded.
"She brought back some parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink. She wrote:
My dearest parents,
While at school, I found out that you adopted me. I'm not mad at you for not telling me, but here's the catch. You know Voldemort that I've told you about? I'm his daughter! I bet you didn't know that. Well, he sent this classmate of mine, Draco Malfoy (you've heard about him too), to impregnate me because he wanted another heir. Yeah, he's weird. Not to mention evil. Voldemort, I mean. Not Draco. The short and sweet version of the story is that I fell in love with Draco and am pregnant and engaged. Shocking, right? Sorry for suddenly bursting it on you. The baby, Devon Shane, is due at the beginning of August. There's going to be a war here, then. Draco will protect me, don't worry. I'll see you soon, hopefully.
With love,
Hermione.
"Can I use Demon?" she asked.
"Yeah," he nodded over a Potions essay.
"Thanks."
As soon as she was done, Harry came storming in.
"Did you hear?" he asked. "About Luna?"
"I heard all right," she sighed. "Did you see Ron?"
"Yeah," he replied. "He's not pissed, just in shock."
"Can't blame him," said Draco, joining the conversation.
"What about Luna?" wondered Hermione. "How is she?"
"She thought he was going to kill her," said Harry. "But they're together now."
"Maybe we should explain everything about Draco and Voldemort and all to her," suggested Hermione. "She's kind of like one of us now, you know?"
"Ask Dumbledore," said Harry. "But then there'll be two pregnant women walking around."
"Deal with it."
So, guys, other than those two Luna surprises, this chapter really sucked. I know, sorry. But next chapter is a new hook-up... Actually two of them... Well, partially... Give you a penny if you know who!!! Well, obviously, who's single?? They're both related... And they both need girlfriends... Okay, I better stop hinting and get writing... Toodles!