Draco wandered into the Head Common room well after 10 pm, absorbed in a potions book he had borrowed from the library. It had been a week since Hermione had returned to Hogwarts, and she had never looked at him.
"Come on, honey." A gentle voice floated towards him from the sofa in front of the fireplace.
Draco looked up to see Hermione cradling Heidi in her arms, one of her breasts exposed, and cleared his throat.
Hermione looked up, frozen, but realizing where Malfoy was staring, she quickly pulled down her shirt. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking, Malfoy?" Her voice had become cold.
"This is my common room too, H-Granger." He smirked. "Besides, nice boob." He snickered, leaving a blushing Hermione behind him as he ascended the stairs into the comforts of his room. "Pervert." Draco thought he heard Hermione say.
Draco shut the door, casting a silencing spell around his room before he fell to his knees, screaming,"Why? Why do you taunt me like this? YOU BASTARD! YOU SICK BASTARD!!" Tears flowed openly down his pale cheeks.
"That baby isn't MINE, Ron!" Harry paced back and forth in front of a confused Ron, perched on the sofa. It was near midnight, but the two best friends were still up, discussing the matter at hand.
"Well, obviously Hermione doesn't know." Ron said thoughtfully.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yea mate, thanks for stating the obvious."
"Malfoy's the father, isnt he?" Ron said quietly.
"What?! How'd you know?" Harry glared at Ron. "Is there something you didn't tell me?"
"Harry, I'm not as stupid as I look! I see the way Hermione looks at Malfoy when she thinks no one it watching." Ron swiped his bangs from his forehead.
"Oh. I guess I never noticed that." Harry said sheepishly.
"You know you have to tell her, right?"
"How am I going to tell her?!" Harry ran a hand through his toussled black hair. He couldn't deny it, he loved having Hermione holding his hand while her baby cooed happily in his arms, but he wasn't like that. He couldn't stand living a lie.
"Tell me what?" Hermione had walked through the portrait door, dropping in on their conversation.
"Uh..nothing." Harry replied.
Ron elbowed Harry in the ribs. "TELL HER!" He breathed into Harry's ear. "NOT NOW!" Harry whispered back.
"Oh, okay then, come on!" Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and led him out the door.
"Are you bloody insane?" Harry asked as she dragged him down the halls toward the Head common room. "It's midnight, if Filtch or Mrs. Norris catches us, we are both dead!"
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks, placing her hands on his chest. "Don't you want to spend a night with me and Heidi?" She asked, putting on her puppy dog face that she knew Harry couldn't resist.
"Don't be like that, Hermione. You know I do, I just-"
"Good, I thought so." Hermione smiled, not letting him finish before starting to drag him towards the common room again. The portrait swung open at the mention of the password, and Hermione pushed Harry through the door, who, at that moment, was hoping with all his heart that Malfoy wouldn't see them.
"What's this, Potter?" Harry slowly looked up into the cold icy eyes that he knew all too well.
"I uh-help? With Heidi?" Harry gulped.
"Leave him alone, Malfoy." Hermione said before she led Harry into her room, shutting her door in Draco's face.
"I'll just be a minute, Harry." Hermione's muffled voice came out of the bathroom.
Harry held baby Heidi in his lap, bouncing her up and down to her delight. "No, no, take your time." He called, never removing his eyes from the beautiful child in front of him.
"Malfoy's the father, isnt he?"
Ron's voice sounded in his head. Harry had no doubt that this child was Malfoy's. Her eyes were just like his, and Harry couldn't deny the fact that Malfoy had the most intoxicating eyes: gray and speckled with light blue specks. 'No wonder girls fell head over heels for him.' Harry thought, just as the bathroom door creaked open.
Harry looked up to see Hermione standing in the door way, dressed in a translucent gown, which hugged every single curve of her body. She found him gaping and smiled. "Oh come on Harry, you've seen this before."
"I-I-actually-I-" Harry stuttered as the goddess before him walked towards the bed.
Hermione crawled behind him, nipping his neck sofly until she was sitting with Harry between her legs. She wrapped her arms around Harry, sighing. How good it felt to have a man under your arms. Especially your best friend. "Harry, what happened between us? Help me remember." She sighed.
Harry gazed up at the ceiling. "Hermione, this baby isn't-she isn't mine."
Hermione removed her head from his broad back. "What?!"
Harry stood, placing a soundly sleeping Heidi in her crib and knelt in front of Hermione. "She's not mine, Hermione."
"Are you saying that you aren't the father of my baby?!"
"Yes." Harry gazed into Hermione's eyes sincerely.
"I can't believe you, Harry. I thought you were more responsible than this."
"I-"
"Then who's the father?" Hermione looked up at Harry with her tear-stained face.
"I know, this maybe hard for you to take in right now, along with everything else, but the father is M-"
"I thought you loved me-us. I don't get it, why are you denying her?" Hermione brushed a few tears away from her face.
"No, no I'm not denying her. I love you both, very much." Harry hushed Hermione with a gentle stroke of his thumb on her face.
"Then what were you talking about?"
Harry sighed. "Don't mind me, I was just a little tired and fustrated, that's all." How was he ever going to tell Hermione without breaking down himself?
"Okay, Harry. Just know you can tell me anything, ok?" Hermione wiped her tears off with the hem of her nightgown. "I think I could use some sleep before class tomorrow." She pulled down the covers as Harry joined her in her bed.
"Night, Harry." Hermione whispered before turning on to her side and falling asleep.
"G'night Hermione." Harry whispered, still sitting up against the headboard. Sooner or later, he would have to force out the truth, he knew that much. But how could he do it without making it seem like he was deserting her? How could he tell her that her (ex) arch-nemesis was actually the father of her child, and her boyfriend? Harry sighed and slid under the covers. "Help me, Merlin." He muttered before he too closed his eyes and fell into a restless slumber.
Draco, in the adjacent room, was sitting on his bed, searching through volume after volume of expensive spell books that he had inherited from his father for a spell to help Hermione gain her memory back.
"How to grow a unibrow...how to make bats come out of your ears...how to remove all facial hair..."Draco muttered as he raised an eyebrow. "Five hundred galleons for one of these useless things!" He threw the volume at the wall in rage. "Help me, Merlin!"