"If?"

She asked curiously yet annoyingly.

"I don't wanna say, it's kinda person, ya know?"

"Well, sorta. Hermione, I may be dead but I'm not stupid. Those are the class A signs of...well...you should know. So who's the unfortunate father?"

I gave her a mean glare.

"Why are you so interested? You shouldn't care."

"Just tell me so I can get on with my life please."

She made a pretty believable puppydog face and I just couldn't resist.

"OK, ok, I'll tell you. It's...Draco Malfoy, ok, happy now?"

"EWWWWWW!!!!!! That bum? How did that EVER happen?"

"Well..."

I told her the whole story, right down to ever kiss and as I looked up at hr face, it went from excited to know to sorry that she did.

"...so yeah, that's what happened and now, I guess I'm..."

"That's terrible, I mean, wow, how tragic."

She floated miserably to her stall and sat down, her head in her hands. I got up and walked to the last stall and peared into it at her sad, transparent face.

"What?"

"I just can't believe...that."

"Well, it's true, so what can I say?"

"Well..."

"What?"

"I just thought that he would hopefully be this careful this time so that it wouldn't happen again."

I LOVE THIS TWIST! I'm genius, maybe not the usual way I would write my stuff but I guess I can't really write on an empty stomach! Someone best bring me some food!