* * * * * * Love On The Rocks With No Ice * * * * * *

And it continues.

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Sorry if my set out is weird, I'm hopeless at stuff like that.

It's kinda sad that I'm insulted for the title of my fic. It's actually the title of a nice little rock song by

The Darkness. They're British, and I'm assuming that you, my anonymous, reviewer wouldn't like rock, but pop instead.

Hermione and Blaise are friends cos of the limited social options for the teachers.

Would you really wanna be friends with the first year students? They've become friends

kinda out of necessity, and have found that behind the whole house rivalry they had a

students doesn't really matter when you're a grown up.

Oh and Hermione hasn't really cheated on Harry, but more about that later.

That's enough ranting. Oh and this is very much a Draco/Hermione fic!!!

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Two hours later Blaise came back into the room looking very worried.

"Hey how was the feast? How did the sorting go?" Hermione didn't look up from her book,

so she couldn't see the state that Blaise was in.

"Well the sorting was fine. The latest Weasley was put into Slytherin of all places, and uh yeah."

Blaise played with her hands, hoping that she wouldn't have to tell Hermione what else had happened.

Hermione looked up at Blaise, after noting the nervousness in her voice. "What else happened?" she asked suspiciously.

"Well Harry arrived, kinda, well, drunk, and uh, announced that you and her were engaged."

"Shit." Hermione looked shocked and started to cry. "God Blaise what am I going to do? How did everyone else react?"

"Well I was sitting next to Draco when Harry burst in, and he swore blue murder when it was announced,

and then stormed out. Everyone else just seemed pretty stunned, especially Dumbledore and Pomfrey.

And then they just started congratulating Harry and wondering where you were.

"What did you say?" Hermione sat up and moved over so Blaise could sit.

"Oh that you weren't well and that you wished you could have been here to celebrate too."

"Thanks Blaise."

"Hermione, why do you think Draco left after Harry announced your engagement?"

Hermione winced and frowned.

"He's the father isn't he? Hermione! Draco Malfoy? You slept with Draco Malfoy? What, were you high?"

"No I wasn't high Blaise. We started seeing each other last year around Christmas, when you made us

call a truce. We were both here and we just clicked, no insults, just two people incredibly attracted to one

another, and one thing led to another and, well, we fell in love."

"You love him?"

Hermione nodded. "You have no idea how much. I don't think that I could actually live without him."

"You love him that much?"

"Yeah. God Blaise what am I going to do?" Hermione looked at her friend helplessly.

Blaise stayed silent while she thought. "Who would you rather be with?" she finally asked.

"Draco." Hermione didn't even have to think about her answer.

"Well there you go then, it's settled."

"Blaise,"

"What? You got an answer didn't you?"

"Yeah but that doesn't really help."

"Fine. Well obviously you need to tell Draco that you love him and that you're pregnant with his

child and that you don't want to be Mrs Hermione Potter. Go that sounds awful."

"Tell me about it. Mrs Hermione Malfoy sounds so much better." Hermione giggled.

"Well it does." Blaise laughed.

Hermione's smile fell suddenly, "What if Draco doesn't want me?" she whispered.

"Did you two break up before you and Harry got together?"

Hermione nodded miserably. "We had a huge fight."

"What about?"

"He wanted to tell everyone about our relationship."

"And you didn't. Why not?"

"I don't know. I guess I was scared that people wouldn't accept it. I mean most people know what

we were like as students here. Who would believe that the Prince of the Slytherins and the little-

miss-know-it-all Gryffindor were in love?"

"Good point." So you just hooked up with Harry? That's cold."

"It wasn't like that." Hermione protested weakly.

"Right."

"Fine. You wanna know the truth? Draco and I broke up the day before Harry came here. I was

absolutely heartbroken y'know. I loved, and still do love Draco and I lost him. Then Harry came

along and for a brief moment he made me forget about my heartbreak and Draco." Hermione paused,

"The thing is that he and I were never really intimate with each other, it was just like we were best friends

again." She shrugged,

"And then he asked me to marry him. I freaked out Blaise. I mean, what do you say

when your best friend proposes just out of the blue?"

"Well you said yes."

Hermione shook her head, "I said I'd think about it. I never actually gave him an answer. Everyone just

assumed that I agreed."

"Sorry Hermione."

"Don't worry about it. No one else seemed to notice." She sighed and buried her head in her hands.

"What am I going to do?" came her muffled voice.

"Well first you need to tell Harry that you don't want to marry him and then you need to tell Draco that

you love him and that you're with child, his to be specific."

"Hermione looked at Blaise doubtfully, "Easier said than done."

"Yeah well, I never said it would be easy."

"Thanks Blaise."

"Who will you talk to first?"

"God, I don't know. I just wanna hide up here for the next few months."

"That won't help Hermione." Blaise gave her a sympathetic smile.

"I know, but it'd still be nice."

"Well unfortunately school has only just started and you are a teacher, so you kinda need to be around."

"Thanks again Blaise."

They fell silent for a minute, while they both thought about their whole conversation.

"Wait, did you say that Harry was drunk?" Hermione looked at Blaise worriedly.

"Yeah. Fire whisky by the smell of it."

"But Harry never drinks. Blaise are you sure?"

"Yeah, sorry Hermione."

"It's not your fault Blaise, it's just weird, that's all."

"Tell me about it. He tried to kiss me. And not just on the cheek. I don't know, he didn't seem Harry like."

At the shake of Hermione's head, Blaise tried to explain what she meant. "It's like he wasn't actually Harry, just

someone else pretending to be him. I don't know, I can't really explain it." She shrugged and looked at

Hermione, who frowned.

"I guess I should've been there then. You don't think he's gonna come up here and want to talk do you?"

Hermione's face paled and took on a worried expression.

Blaise shook her head. "Dumbledore took him off to talk. I don't know what about, but my guess is that it could be a while."

Hermione gave a small smile of relief. She then yawned loudly, not bothering to cover her mouth.

Blaise smiled, "I agree. I'll see you tomorrow morning at breakfast." She stood and looked down at

Hermione, "It'll be okay Hermione, everything will work out. Good night."

"Thanks Blaise. Good night to you too." She watched as Blaise took the door that led to her quarters from their

shared common room.

Hermione sighed, stood and walked through the door to her own quarters, hopefully to sleep.