When Hermione eventually left the Hospital Wing, she was told by
Madam Pomfrey not to, in any way, get stress and was provided with a
magical stress ball, that when you squeezed it took away all the stress.
Mina had found this increasingly funny, getting stressed on purpose and
then coming back to her to give it a squeeze.
She had also avoided Ron and Harry after the incident in her bedroom. It wasn't easy, but she managed it for as long as possible. Avoiding Draco was easier but in Potions she could feel his gaze on her back. She didn't know what she felt for him because it had happened all to quickly.
The only person she could talk to now was Mina who seemed to learn more about Draco and tell her. According to her she was becoming more like friends with him then anyone else. Pansy had avoided her completely and everyone in Slytherin thought that she was pregnant with either Harry or Ron, not even thinking that their king might be.
That was another thing. Every time she walked down the hallways the groups would lower their voices to whispers. Over the days she'd heard many rumours about when she got pregnant and who the father was. Most of them were Harry and Ron but some people managed to come up with ideas that it was people like Seamus or even Colin Creevey. Some people had thought of Draco but had dismissed it after realising that that just couldn't happen, remembering the hate they had expressed over the last six years.
Hermione had wondered over this thought over the days she had spent inside the Hospital Wing. She had never come to a conclusion so put it to the back of her mind.
Hermione avoided her social life for as long as she could, taking to Mina only in Potions and spent the rest of the time in the library. Quickly N.E.W.T's week approached and left. Hermione pondered over the answers she'd given after every test.
As she walked down to the Great Hall, she found people staring at her yet again, like they hadn't noticed it before. She had gotten used to it herself and wondered how long it would be before everyone else did. Thankfully she had the rest of the month left then it would be time to go home and leave Hogwarts for the last time.
Sitting down at the end of the table she began to pile up the food onto her plate, enough that Ron would be proud of. As she began chewing Harry, Ron and Ginny sat down across from her.
"What do you want?" She mumbled, keeping her head down.
"Hermione, we just want you to be our friend again." Ginny said. Hermione glanced up at her for signs of a joke then looked at Harry and Ron who both nodded. Ron seemed to be bursting at the seems with, what Hermione could imagine, a lot of questions.
Her face lit up into a smile and hugged Ginny, Ron and Harry, all in turn. Sitting down she could sense what was to come. She readied herself and watched them expectantly. Harry sighed and looked at her.
"Who's the father? We've figured its no-one in our house." Hermione looked down at her plate and groaned. She should have planned for this before, but she hadn't thought they'd do it so directly.
"Malfoy." She whispered, checking no one else was listening in on their conversation.
"What?" Ron said, not seeming to have caught the answer.
"Malfoy." She said, more loudly then the last time.
It seemed that they hadn't expected that, as their eyes widened.
"What did you say?" Harry exclaimed. Ron was quiet and Ginny just seemed to have frozen.
"You heard me." She hissed, as the surrounding people looked over at them.
"I'm going to kill him." Ron whispered, his eyes searching the Slytherin table.
"Don't Ron." Hermione exclaimed, but it was too late. His eyes had locked on to the certain blonde and he had left his seat, storming over to where he sat.
Draco looked up as the male Weasley stormed over to where he sat.
"Arr, Weasley. What do I owe this pleasant visit." As soon as the comment came out of his mouth Ron had punched him on his jaw. He fell to the floor and looked up at the red Weasley. The entire room was now looking at where the source of commotion was coming from.
"How dare you! How dare you get Hermione pregnant! You bastard." Ron yelled, punching him again. The entire room fell silent and looked between Draco and Ron. Slowly all their heads turned towards Hermione at Ron's second comment.
Hermione's face was streaked with tears and ran from the Hall, clutching her stress ball in her hall. She ran up to her room, falling onto her bed and let her tears slide down her cheeks.
Draco watched as Hermione ran from the hall, half of him wanting to run after her. Hermione's exit had kept Ron from attacking him anymore. Getting up her punched Ron at the side of his face, pulling him back to reality. Ron clutched his cheek and came to punch him again but someone caught his arm. Turning around his eyes filled with fear and hate as he looked at Professor Snape.
"Mister Weasley, Mister Malfoy please go and wait at Dumbledore's office please." He sneered, letting go of Ron's arm. The two boys walked to the office, watched by the student's shock.
Up in her room Hermione sobbed into her pillow. WHY DID Ron have to be so overprotective of her? He had just made things ten times worse for her and Draco. Would he even look at her now? She didn't know if she was ready to spend the rest of her life with twins who would never know their father.
But something inside her told her not to worry.
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She had also avoided Ron and Harry after the incident in her bedroom. It wasn't easy, but she managed it for as long as possible. Avoiding Draco was easier but in Potions she could feel his gaze on her back. She didn't know what she felt for him because it had happened all to quickly.
The only person she could talk to now was Mina who seemed to learn more about Draco and tell her. According to her she was becoming more like friends with him then anyone else. Pansy had avoided her completely and everyone in Slytherin thought that she was pregnant with either Harry or Ron, not even thinking that their king might be.
That was another thing. Every time she walked down the hallways the groups would lower their voices to whispers. Over the days she'd heard many rumours about when she got pregnant and who the father was. Most of them were Harry and Ron but some people managed to come up with ideas that it was people like Seamus or even Colin Creevey. Some people had thought of Draco but had dismissed it after realising that that just couldn't happen, remembering the hate they had expressed over the last six years.
Hermione had wondered over this thought over the days she had spent inside the Hospital Wing. She had never come to a conclusion so put it to the back of her mind.
Hermione avoided her social life for as long as she could, taking to Mina only in Potions and spent the rest of the time in the library. Quickly N.E.W.T's week approached and left. Hermione pondered over the answers she'd given after every test.
As she walked down to the Great Hall, she found people staring at her yet again, like they hadn't noticed it before. She had gotten used to it herself and wondered how long it would be before everyone else did. Thankfully she had the rest of the month left then it would be time to go home and leave Hogwarts for the last time.
Sitting down at the end of the table she began to pile up the food onto her plate, enough that Ron would be proud of. As she began chewing Harry, Ron and Ginny sat down across from her.
"What do you want?" She mumbled, keeping her head down.
"Hermione, we just want you to be our friend again." Ginny said. Hermione glanced up at her for signs of a joke then looked at Harry and Ron who both nodded. Ron seemed to be bursting at the seems with, what Hermione could imagine, a lot of questions.
Her face lit up into a smile and hugged Ginny, Ron and Harry, all in turn. Sitting down she could sense what was to come. She readied herself and watched them expectantly. Harry sighed and looked at her.
"Who's the father? We've figured its no-one in our house." Hermione looked down at her plate and groaned. She should have planned for this before, but she hadn't thought they'd do it so directly.
"Malfoy." She whispered, checking no one else was listening in on their conversation.
"What?" Ron said, not seeming to have caught the answer.
"Malfoy." She said, more loudly then the last time.
It seemed that they hadn't expected that, as their eyes widened.
"What did you say?" Harry exclaimed. Ron was quiet and Ginny just seemed to have frozen.
"You heard me." She hissed, as the surrounding people looked over at them.
"I'm going to kill him." Ron whispered, his eyes searching the Slytherin table.
"Don't Ron." Hermione exclaimed, but it was too late. His eyes had locked on to the certain blonde and he had left his seat, storming over to where he sat.
Draco looked up as the male Weasley stormed over to where he sat.
"Arr, Weasley. What do I owe this pleasant visit." As soon as the comment came out of his mouth Ron had punched him on his jaw. He fell to the floor and looked up at the red Weasley. The entire room was now looking at where the source of commotion was coming from.
"How dare you! How dare you get Hermione pregnant! You bastard." Ron yelled, punching him again. The entire room fell silent and looked between Draco and Ron. Slowly all their heads turned towards Hermione at Ron's second comment.
Hermione's face was streaked with tears and ran from the Hall, clutching her stress ball in her hall. She ran up to her room, falling onto her bed and let her tears slide down her cheeks.
Draco watched as Hermione ran from the hall, half of him wanting to run after her. Hermione's exit had kept Ron from attacking him anymore. Getting up her punched Ron at the side of his face, pulling him back to reality. Ron clutched his cheek and came to punch him again but someone caught his arm. Turning around his eyes filled with fear and hate as he looked at Professor Snape.
"Mister Weasley, Mister Malfoy please go and wait at Dumbledore's office please." He sneered, letting go of Ron's arm. The two boys walked to the office, watched by the student's shock.
Up in her room Hermione sobbed into her pillow. WHY DID Ron have to be so overprotective of her? He had just made things ten times worse for her and Draco. Would he even look at her now? She didn't know if she was ready to spend the rest of her life with twins who would never know their father.
But something inside her told her not to worry.
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If you have anything bad t say about my writing I just would like to know that I'm not bothered. This is one of my best stories and I'm working on a lord of the ring story with Whoopee.