stinkyirma - i made parvarti a slut? where? i dont have anything about her..
"HERMIONE!" A tall redhead boy and a smaller girl with the same flaming red hair ran towards Hermione as she crossed the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table.
"Ginny! Ron!" Hermione grabbed both of them in a bear hug.
"Aww, Mione, its SO good to have you back!" Ron's face shone with his huge smile.
"It sure is!" Ginny agreed with her brother. "Where's the baby?" Ginny peered over Hermione's shoulder.
"Harry has her, she's still sleeping though." Hermione smiled at Harry as he walked up to the trio, a sleeping Heidi cuddled in his arms.
"God Hermione, she is so adorable!" Ginny leapt up and down in glee. "I'm an Aunty! Oh that sounds absolutely lovely! Aunty Ginny! I'm going to be Aunty Ginny!"
Ron glared at his sister. "Alright, alright, now can we go get some food in my stomach?" A deep rumble testifying his statement.
Harry chuckled, and the two girls followed suit. The laughter that rose from the chuckling seemed to wash away the awkward feeling from the moment before, and once again, it was the four of them (or five, including Heidi) and no one could tear them apart.
What they didn't know was that a jealous pair of eyes followed their every move as they sat down to breakfast.
"Draco? Draco?" Ruven snapped in front of his eyes.
"WHAT?!" An extremely annoyed Draco answered.
"What are you looking at?" Ruven followed Draco's gaze to the four Gryffindors sitting in their regular spot near the middle of the Gryffindor table, chatting animatedly. "Tch, that slut. I bet she sleeps around with all the Gryffindor guys. No wonder she got pregnant." Ruven snickered, motioning to Hermione.
"DON'T YOU DARE CALL HERMIONE A SLUT!" Draco bellowed, attracting stares from the entire Great Hall. Looking around, Draco realized that the whole student body had fallen silent, and as his eyes swept over to the group of Gryffindors, he realized that Hermione was gone and the doors into the Great Hall was slamming shut. "WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?!" Draco yelled before he stood up and ran out the Great Hall.
Draco skid to a stop before the bust of Athena, finding a sobbing Hermione huddled under the base, her back to him. "Hermione, I'm so sorry," He found himself saying as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Am I really a slut?" Hermione cried into her robes, which was bunched up in her fists.
"No, no, you're not." Draco whispered, holding her even tighter.
"I don't remember." Hermione sniffed grabbing onto her rescuer's robes, her eyes trailing up his chest to the Head Boy and the slytherin badge?! She looked up into his eyes, perhaps expecting Harry's green orbs, instead to be met by mysterious gray ones.
"Malfoy?!" Hermione screeched, releasing her death grip on his robe, and pulling herself away from him.
"You can call me Draco." Standing up, Draco turned to find himself surrounded by the Weasleys and Potter. "Excuse me." He said as he pushed his way past them and down the hall to the dungeons where he had his first class.
Ginny nudged Ron as they stood next to Hermione, trying the best they could to comfort her. "What in Merlin's name was that about?!"
Ron sighed. "You know, I really don't know."
"She's one of your best friends. Shouldn't you ask her?" Ginny elbowed Ron hard.
Ron sighed, wanting Ginny to stop with her questions. "Okay, okay, Harry and I have this theory that...Malfoy is the father of that child."
Ginny clasped her hands over her mouth in disbelief. "Uh, will you guys please excuse us." She looked down at Harry, who nodded tersely.
Ginny grabbed her brother's robe and dragged him behind the nearest classroom door.
"WHAT?!" Ginny screamed.
"Malfoy is the father of that child." Ron stated again.
"No way! So now Hermione doesn't remember..DID YOU TELL HER?" Ginny's eyes narrowed.
"I-Harry should have told her." Ron whimpered under the evil eye of his sister.
"How'd she take it?" Ginny asked, calming down a bit.
"I don't know, I didn't mention it yet." Ron straightened out his robe.
"Well don't, this is girl's talk. I'll handle it." Ginny tucked a red curl behind her ear and walked back to where they had left Harry and Hermione.
Draco sat unmoved, doodling on his parchment during Snape's long lecture. He didn't bother to listen, knowing that he could always relearn it by himself later. 'What was I thinking? Did I really think that Hermione would come crawling back to me? Begging me to allow her back in my life.' Draco sighed, 'there must be a way to make her remember!' "DAMN IT!"
"Mr. Malfoy? Is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Snape rapped his desk loudly, arousing snickers from the Gryffindor side of the class room.
"SILENCE! Anyone who as makes as much as a grin shall have 20 points deducted from their house."
"I, uh don't feel too well, may I be excused?" Draco asked.
"Certainly, Mr. Malfoy, if you write a twenty page essay on the discovery of the Lackawe Potion." Snape drawled.
"Why not." Draco dropped his books in his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and left the dungeons, a fierce wave of whispers hitting his ears.
"What was that about?"
"Dunno, maybe Pansy dumped him or something."
"Was he ever going out with Pansy Parkinson?"
"Duh, that was like so last year!"
Hermione watched Draco's retreating back. What was up with that? Draco Malfoy would NEVER in a million years leave a potions class because he was feeling sick. Her mind went back to the incident that had happened in the corridors that morning. Malfoy had asked her to call him Draco...
"Ms. Granger! Do you know the answer?" Snape's cold voice brought her back from her thoughts.
"Uh-can you repeat the questions?" Hermione turned beet red as she heard the Slytherin's snickering.
"20 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR! Ms. Granger, I hope this teaches you never to daydream in my class again." Snape turned and went back to lecturing the class.
"You alright?" Harry whispered fiercely.
"Yea, I'm just a little tired, that's all." Hermione smoothed her robe and tried to concentrate on the lesson, which she found very difficult because a certain blonde kept invading her mind.