A/N: I know, 7 flippin' months... I'm sorry but it couldn't be helped... This chapter is by far the longest... 5, 445... 5,445!!!!!!! Isn't that insane? Well, I do hope you enjoy!

Chapter Thirty-One

Ha! Ha! Hermione!

"Now, get out," Harry said venomously through clenched teeth.

"Wha- but- I-?" Ron stammered.

"Get out of my sight, Ron," Harry repeated. "Get out because I'm afraid of what I might do to you. Now, go!"

Ron turned and walked from the room without a second glance. I can't blame him, I sure wouldn't have. I mean his anger was completely understandable. Harry is his best friend and at one point in time, I did go out of my way to make Harry's life hell. I did the same to him and Hermione. I guess it was a little naïve of me to think Ron would take the news with just a little bit of confused babbling.

Awkward silence fell between Harry, Hermione and I. "I should go then, should I?" Hermione asked hesitantly. Harry didn't say anything. He was still so angry he was shaking, but before I could answer Hermione made her way to the door.

"Er… Hermione?" I stopped her.

"Yes?" She turned back. I leaned over and rummaged through the end table drawer until I found what I was looking for, a book entitled "Your Changing Body: What Men Need To Know".

"Would you like to read this?" I asked as I held out the book to her. She looked at it and smiled brightly.

"Without a doubt," she said as she took the book from my hands. "I'll see you two later. I'm sorry about Ron, Draco, he can be an idiot at times."

"It's okay, Hermione. See ya," I said as she let the door shut behind her.

"Bye." And then she left me with a very angry Harry. He stared at the door for the longest time, clenching and unclenching his fists.

I was not really sure what to do. Insecurities still hung in the back of my mind, despite Harry setting the record straight for Ron. I didn't trust myself to speak and Harry didn't look capable of much. So, with no other options, I returned to the bed and sat down. I thought that maybe it was best not to say or do anything at all.

Unchecked emotion poured off of him, I could feel it filling the room. It was completely intoxicating. I watched him for a very long time. He just stood there. I think after no movement I figured I should say something, if for no other reason than to prevent him from losing it and blowing up every glass object that happened to be in the room.

"Harry?" I inquired slowly, cautiously. He unclenched his fists, took a deep breath and clenched them again. "Harry?" I tried again. He turned around slowly and how he looked made my heart skip a beat. He was flushed. His hair was messy and his emerald eyes were alight with anger. He looked absolutely magnificent.

Then he began to mutter. It was a bit disconcerting, but then, gradually, it got a little louder and I began to catch little snippets of his rant. 'No fucking right' and 'how dare he' and 'stupid git' were some of his chosen phrases. Actually, had the situation been any less serious I probably would have laughed outright at him.

Harry finally managed to get his tie off. He balled it up and threw it at the door. It was at this point his mutterings became full-force pissed off shouting.

"What right has he—" this was punctuated by his vest being chucked at our bedroom door. "He's a—FUCK!" He said angrily as he undid his shirt buttons. "The stupid—son-of-a—How dare—Uncalled for—stupid—self-righteous—honest-to-god—arrogant—sodding—git—I—he—not—URGH!" His shirt followed the rest of his clothing.

This continued, in much the same manner, for quite a while. Harry removed each article of clothing, one bye one, and threw them at the door, cursing Ron the entire time.

I was a little worried at this point; I honestly thought he had lost it. I watched a bit helplessly from the bed, getting hotter by the second. I suppose that sounds a bit odd but he looked so gorgeous.

Well, he was down to his boxers and socks by then. So, he attempted to pull off one of his socks in a mad gesture of rage and then he fell on his butt. He stood up quickly, looking more frustrated than ever, and then stomped over to the wardrobe. I slid off the bed and walked over toward him as he slammed open the door. I slammed it shut and stood in front of him with, I'm sure, a predatory glint in my eye.

"Wow," Harry panted dreamily.

Bodies slick, we lay in a post-coital, pleasure induced stupor.

"Mmm—,"I purred at his panted 'wow' and kissed his chest.

"Well that was unexpected," he said after a moment. I laughed. Looking back, I suppose it was but at the time it seemed like natural progression.

"Why?" I asked, slight grin on my face.

"Umm… What just happened?" He asked, obviously oblivious to my own question.

"Well, Harry, would you like me to draw you a diagram?"

"What! No- what I mean is… what brought that on?" He asked distantly, as if still trying to figure it out.

"Harry," I said matter-of-factly, "has anyone ever told you that you're absolutely gorgeous when you're mad?"

He blushed naively. I giggled. Apparently, no one had supplied him with that small bit of information.

We laid in loving silence.

After a short while, just before I began to fall asleep, I began running the previous few hours over again in my mind… and I felt a bit guilty. Yes, what Ron had said was very rude. Yes, he had infuriated Harry so much with his comments. Yes, his harsh words hurt me deeply; he had even made me doubt my relationship with Harry. But that didn't matter; he was still Harry's best friend. Actually, Ron was probably the closest thing Harry had to a brother and I felt so bad for coming between the two of them.

I mean it was understandable. Weasley's are world renowned for short-tempers and Ron had put up with a lot to that point. Harry's coming out was basically, when Ron had found the two of us on the floor. I'm sure he dealt with it, if not eventually. That's not too bad, right? He even dealt with Harry getting a boyfriend. The problem was that his boyfriend was a Slytherin and Draco Malfoy to top it off. That probably put a lot of pressure on the 'dam', so to speak. When he found out I was pregnant, the dam burst and all previous grudges and prejudices came flying out of his mouth as he vented his frustration.

I did not blame nor resent Ron. It was not his fault for wanting to protect Harry from what he knew of me. Even if his view of me was somewhat… dated.

The next morning, I relayed those thoughts to Harry. Unfortunately for me, he was still quite angry.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why?!" Harry asked incredulously. "Why?! Why are you, of all people, defending him Draco? Did you not hear all of those horrible things he said? He had no fucking right and you know it!"

"Don't you dare swear at me!" I snapped, stomping my foot. "If I were him I would have reacted the exact same way! Actually, no, I would probably think of a hundred things far worse than what he said! It's not his fault he has a temper! Sure, maybe he was out of line but it's Ron! And what do you mean me of all people?"

"I mean, he has been nothing but rude to you! And—"

"I know that, you imbecile!" I interrupted, letting my anger get the best of me. "He's a W-E-A-S-L-E-Y, Weasley!! Hello! What more can you expect! Of course he acts like an uncultured moron! He's not capable of venting in a more sophisticated manner!"

"Don't you dare start that!! He's not a moron nor unsophisticated! He just got angry—!"

"I know that! Thank you for agreeing with me! Obviously you don't hate Ron that much if you're defending him," I interrupted him again. He closed his mouth and glared at me.

We were engaged in a glaring competition for quite some time before either of us moved. Harry grabbed his book bag and left me in our living room.

Even though he was quite infuriated, I could not help but grin triumphantly. He had defended Ron, which obviously meant that he was not as mad as he made out to be. And that was good.

As I walked to the great hall, I began to wonder when major pregnancy symptoms would kick in. Like, up until that point, I had only experienced the moodiness and morning sickness. No cravings, no leg cramps and no real major weight gain. It was all quite odd but I think I should have been thankful for that.

I sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Seamus and Neville. I put food on my plate and said 'hello'. Of course, the two of them looked at me as if I had grown an extra head.

"What?" I asked as I pulled my fork out of my mouth.

"Draco," Seamus said smiling. "Don't take this the wrong way or anything, but Harry's over there." He pointed to Harry who was about five seats down the table.

"Oh I know," I laughed. Nothing was going to ruin my good mood.

"Okay, just checking because you guys are usually attached at the lip," he grinned. I laughed again.

"No, I think we had a fight," I said and then took another forkful of my eggs.

"You 'think' you had a fight…How can you not know whether or not you had a fight?!" Seamus demanded.

"Well, last time we fought, I basically threw him out," I replied like it was nothing.

"Oh, is that all?" Neville joked as he joined the conversation.

"Um, yeah," I answered as I took a bite of toast.

"Draco, there is more than one way to have a fight," Seamus said seriously, or what could be counted as seriously for Seamus.

"Yeah," Neville nodded in agreement.

"I know that!" I replied, albeit a bit tersely.

"Well, how can you not… know?" Neville asked. This was one of the most hilarious things. It reminded me of how girls might react when one of their girlfriends thinks they had sex but they're not sure or something.

"Hmm… there was shouting and everything, but I'm not angry… he is… but I'm not," I replied.

"There you go!" Seamus said like I had finally gotten a maths problem that I had been working on forever. "It was a one-sided pissed off fight, one that you probably started, non?"

"Of course, and it was worth it because I proved my point!" Draco smiled, casting a smug look down the table in Harry's direction.

Seamus and Neville laughed before shaking their heads and returning to their meal. Post Owls swarmed into the Great Hall not two minutes later. I, not expecting a letter, was pleasantly surprised when one was dropped into my lap.

Mr Malfoy,

Please meet me in my office after breakfast. We have some things that need to be discussed.

Professor Dumbledore

I sighed. This letter could have gone either way. Unfortunately for me, it went straight to hell.

"What!" I shrieked.

"Well, Mr Malfoy, Madam Pomfrey thinks it best that you do this, best for the baby—"

"Why? Why—why—why—" I shrieked inarticulately. "I-I-I'll look like a… a… GIRL!"

"You know you are pregnant—" Harry muttered under his breath. I whipped around, my mood was set to seek and destroy.

"Who made me this way!" I snapped in sharp retort.

"I didn't force myself on you, now did I?" He replied boldly.

"Shut up, ass-munch!" I spat. I know, I know… ass-munch… but I really was at my wits end. Honestly, the things I was expected to endure.

"Ass-munch?" He smirked with a raised eyebrow. I would have been proud of that look had I not been so incensed.

"Shut up!" I snapped and then returned my attention to Dumbledore, who was suppressing a chuckle behind one of his stupid grins. "Wipe that look off of your face before I slap it off! Now, explain to me why I need to have my hips widened."

"Madam Pomfrey thinks that your hips are too narrow to carry the baby and once you're toward then end of your pregnancy, it could force you into premature labour," he answered me growing serious once more. "It is in your best interest."

"Okay, fine I'll do it." I gave in. What was the point in arguing, really? Dumbledore looked completely taken aback.

"Really, you will?" He asked disbelieving.

"Yes." I replied.

"Well that was easy," he said to Harry.

"What?" I demanded. "I do this for my unborn child! What makes you think I would let my own vanity endanger my child, or myself, honestly!?"

"I'm sure, Mr Malfoy," he said smiling slightly. He stood from his desk and walked to the fireplace. He threw a handful of powder from the mantle into it and said, "Severus, he agreed."

"So…" I started as we waited for professor Snape to get there with the potion. "Is this…umm… permanent?"

"Unfortunately, Draco, it is," Dumbledore said as he sat back down behind his desk.

"Great…" I sighed.

That was not good. For fear that I wasn't already perceived as the effeminate in this relationship, lets add a girly figure. I did not like this idea one bit, but fortunately for my unborn child, my own vanity was defeated by the love I had for them.

"Oh, there is one other thing," Dumbledore said after a moment of silence.

"And that is?"

"Would you like to breastfeed your baby?" He asked. I blinked… once…twice…three times…

"No! I'm sorry but that's where I draw the fucking line. In case I won't already look like a girl, lets add the chest!"

"Okay, well it was just a thought!" Dumbledore said quickly. There was a knock on the door that nearly made me jump out of my skin and Professor Snape entered the room. "Ah, Severus, I trust everything is in order with the Courber Potion?"

"Yes," Snape replied. He looked somewhat… agitated. "Do you realise how annoying it is to isolate hip change?"

"I would have done it myself but I don't have a head for potions," Dumbledore said apologetically. Snape made a non-committal noise in his throat. Merlin that man could grate on one's nerves.

"Drink this," Snape said putting a small glass vial of transparent purple-y blue liquid into my hand.

I put the vial to my lips and tipped it up. It was gone in a single gulp. "Ugh! I think I just drank tar!!"

"Right," Snape said taking the vial away from me. "You won't notice much change now, or the rest of the day for that matter, but the transformation will be completed by the time you wake up tomorrow."

"Okay," I nodded. "Thanks."

"Yes, thank you, Severus," Dumbledore said as Snape set another vial on his desk.

"It will turn pink if it is positive, green if it is negative." And with that he swept from the room, monk-like robes billowing behind him.

"Okay, I think that was all boys…Oh, Madam Pomfrey wants to see you after the Quidditch Match tomorrow," Dumbledore said smiling. "Could you send Miss Granger in on your way out?"

"Sure, no problem," I said getting up.

We went outside, Hermione was sitting on a chair just beside the door. She was staring at the floor with an expression that lingered between disturbed and distraught.

"Hermione?" Harry inquired with a hand to her shoulder. Her head snapped up to look at him. "You okay?"

"Hmm? What? Oh yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she replied absently.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, looking genuinely concerned.

"Oh, Harry, I'm fine," She assured as she stood up and gave him a hug. "Really."

"Well, if you're sure," Harry said unconvinced. "Dumbledore wants to see you."

"Okay," she nodded then sighed. "I'll see you guys later."

"Bye," Harry and I said in unison.

The poor girl did look exhausted. And upset. And I wondered where the hell Ron was. She was his girlfriend. He should have been there. Honestly, that boy needed a kick in the head sometimes.

The sun woke me early the next morning and I was glad. I was anxious to see my new body. I never thought I'd ever have to be anxious to see my new body. It was a very weird.

None the less, I slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I closed my eyes as I flicked on the light and felt my way to the mirror. Eyes scrunched shut, I took a deep breath. I opened my robe and screamed.

I must have woke Harry with my horrified scream because he was standing in the door way, looking quite sleepy might I add, not two seconds later.

"Draco! What is it? What's wrong?" He said a little frantically, but still a somewhat groggily.

I wrapped my robe tightly around myself and shook my head, "Nothing."

"Accio Glasses," Harry flicked his wand and not a split second later he put his glasses onto his face. "Draco, may I look?" He asked walking towards me.

"No," I shook my head and hugged myself. He stopped a few steps away from me.

"Please?" He pleaded taking another step towards me.

I sighed resignedly and let my arms drop to my sides. He took each side of my robe and, slowly, opened it wide enough to get a look.

As Harry took a few moments to inspect my new shape, I wondered what he was thinking. Did he think I was strange looking? Did he find me unattractive? That was something I did not want to think about yet I could not help but dwell on it. What if he didn't find me attractive anymore? Would he be so repulsed by me that I would have to be a single parent? Would he be repulsed enough to say he didn't love me? All pretty much vanity on my part but I was on the verge of crying (once again) as all of this made its merry way through my head.

"I look like a freak," I whispered as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Oh, hunny, don't cry! You do not look like a freak! Honestly, the way you screamed I half expected you to look as if you have been wearing a corset your entire life. You look gorgeous!" He said as he wiped away the tear with his thumb. Then he put a hand on my waist and pulled me close. "Really."

Harry tenderly put his lips to mine. That tiny little reassuring gesture was infinitely sweet. I don't know why but it was an eye opener. It made me think 'Okay, what the hell was I worried about?' and I loved him for it.

"Okay, well the Headmaster was a little bit off in his calculations. You're due in August, not July. The 11th of August to be exact," Madam Pomfrey said as she set up the ultrasound equipment.

Seven months until I was a…what would I be? I was carrying Baby, so that would sort of imply mother…mommy. But, and that was a really huge 'but', I am a boy so that would imply father… daddy. I laughed to myself; I could be Mommy-Daddy, but no. I'd probably end up being just Mommy. Either way, I would be a parent and I was happy about it, scared, but happy all the same.

"Okay, Draco, hop up here and we'll get started," she said as she patted the bed where she wanted me to sit.

I climbed onto it, still somewhat annoyed with her. She was the one who had suggested the hip widening. Not to mention the whole thing was permanent! As I'm sure one can tell, I'm still a bit miffed about the entire business that involved me getting girlier.

"I need you to pull your shirt up and your pants down low on your hips," she said as she sat down in front of the monitor. I complied with what she asked and then she tucked a towel into the top of my pants. "Wow, looks like the hip widening went as planned—" I scowled. "Okay, still a sore spot." She squeezed clear jelly onto my stomach that made me hiss because it was cold. "Give it a moment, it will warm up." She moved the ultrasound…actually, I'm not sure what it is called. It looked like a muggle computer mouse. So, she moved it around on my stomach, which spread the jelly all over my abdomen. "This is what we'll do. I'm going to check on your baby, make sure everything is where it should be with regards to where it is growing, etcetera and then I'll let you see Baby Malfoy, okay?"

I nodded. I liked that—Baby Malfoy. I was going to see Baby Malfoy for the first time in just moments and I was so excited. Harry looked extremely excited too. He sat down beside me and held my hand in both of his.

I remember the day perfectly. It wasn't bright or sunny. It looked like it was ready to storm, but to me things couldn't have appeared brighter. We had had oatmeal for breakfast that day and right after the ultrasound we had potions to go to.

"Well, everything looks good to me. You and Baby Malfoy are doing fine," Madam Pomfrey said quite satisfied with Baby Malfoy and mine's health. She turned the monitor towards us and pointed. "Here's Baby."

That fuzzy black and white picture made it 100% without-a-fucking-doubt concrete to me that that was our baby and our lives would never be the same. It scared the hell out of me and I'm sure it did the same to Harry. No more hanging about, no more unprotected sex (lest we wish to go through this again not two months afterwards)… we were responsible for a life. Looking back now, I don't even know how we handled it all but fate was kind to us and we did.

I looked to Harry and he had tears shining in his eyes. It was his first loving blood relative. It was kind of sad; his child was his first loving blood relative. I don't know how he did it. He was by far the stronger of the two of us, physically and emotionally. I guess he had to be, to survive.

"I love you," he said and kissed me.

"I love you too," I replied and he kissed my hand. We watched the monitor for a while. Baby Malfoy looked kind of like an alien at that point, with its head being one half of its body size, Madam Pomfrey said it was a normal thing because I was only in my 11th week at that point and the rest of its body would catch up.

Madam Pomfrey handed me a screen shot of what was currently on the monitor. "Baby's first picture," she smiled.

"Oh, we have to send this to Dad, Rem and Sir," I said delighted as I looked at the picture.

"We can do that after class," Harry said and he kissed my forehead. He looked so happy, so content and I felt wonderful because I had a part in making him happy.

A week had passed since the whole flip out fight. Harry refused to sit by Ron during meal times and in classes. Actually, he refused to have anything to do with Ron. He wouldn't talk about him; every time I brought up something that had anything, even remotely, to do with Ron, he would change the subject. I could tell it was tearing him up inside, even if he stubbornly refused to let it show.

The day started lovely enough, I received a letter from Dad congratulating us and telling us that Baby Malfoy was indeed very photogenic. Remus and Sirius also sent a letter gushing about our baby, saying that it looked so much like Harry already.

The sun was shining that day and was a much-welcomed change from the gloom that a weeklong storm had put upon the castle. Everyone wanted to be outside, the only downside was that we had classes. I had one in-class that day—History of Magic and it was the last class of the day. Boring, I know, but it's a whole lot better than being boarded up in a stuffy old library.

Professor Binns droned on and on and I was more intent on Ron and Hermione than the lesson. I know, that sounds a bit perverted but Ron kept looking anxiously at Hermione, Hermione refused to look at him and the tension between them could be cut with a knife.

Nothing of note really happened, but it was odd because usually they are inseparable, despite the many little quarrels that they have. Something was up and I knew it.

Class ended and Harry grabbed my backpack for me. We walked out into the corridor and Ron stopped us.

"Harry, can I talk to you, please?" Ron said apprehensively. Harry didn't even bother to acknowledge him and just kept walking. "Please just hear me out…"

"I have nothing to say to you, Ron," Harry said curtly and continued walking.

"Please?" Ron pleaded. I grabbed the back of Harry's school robe and stopped him.

"What will it hurt just to listen to him?" I asked quietly, silently begging him to at least give the guy a chance.

"Fine, but make it quick," Harry said snappily to Ron.

"Okay, I know you hate me and everything but I am really worried about Hermione. She's been acting very strangely lately… She refuses to tell me what's wrong, even after I ask. She just bursts into tears and runs away claiming I could never understand. I don't know what to do and I just figured because she's your best friend too that maybe you knew or could do something or…?" Ron trailed off. The poor boy looked like he was at his wits end and I really felt sorry for him.

"I don't know anything, Ron, I'm sorry. She did talk to Dumbledore last week, after we were in there, but other than that I know just about as much as you do," Harry said thoughtfully.

"Well, do you think maybe you could talk to her? Maybe she would talk to you," Ron said hopefully.

"I could try," Harry replied. "Though, I don't know how much she trusts me. I practically told you that she liked you back in the summer before fifth."

"Yeah…I don't care. Anything would be better than nothing… I hate not knowing what's wrong…"Ron said.

"Because then you don't know how to make it better," Harry finished his sentence. It was almost as if they weren't fighting.

"Exactly," Ron agreed. Maybe I imagined it but there was a glimmer of a smile around the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, when should we do this?" Harry asked.

"Well, she's usually in a better mood after meal times lately, so she might be more willing to co-operate after dinner," Ron replied matter-of-factly.

"Okay, well, I'll be there right after, okay?" Harry said as he re-adjusted his backpack and mine.

"Alright."

"I'm glad you're doing this, Harry," I said as we walked to Gryffindor Tower.

"I'm only doing this because I love Hermione, she's like my sister," Harry said as if reaffirming for himself that he was only doing it for Hermione.

"Okay," I said indifferently.

Harry said the password to Gryffindor Tower and we entered. Ron was sitting on the couch staring into the fire. I cleared my throat and he looked up.

"Hi," he said, looking a little relieved.

"Hello," I smiled reassuringly.

"Where is she?" Harry asked, impatiently. I'm sure he wanted to get it over with. There were only a few people in the common room; it was quite early before curfew, so I suppose they were out enjoying the snow.

"Up in her rooms," Ron said pointing. There was a door off to the side of the main dorms. The three of us opened it and went up the staircase to the prefect and head boy/girls dorms.

Ron gestured to the door, encouraging Harry to knock as if Hermione knew his knock. Harry rapped on the door gently.

"Go away, Ron! I don't care if you change your knock, I know you're out there!" Hermione shouted. Yeah, she really seemed like she was in a good mood after dinner.

"Erm… 'Mione," Harry said softly, hesitantly. "Its me, Harry."

Hermione sighed. "Mhmm, and?"

"Can I come in?" Harry asked.

"If you must," she replied.

Harry opened the door and walked in. I thought it best if I stayed out of the room, lest I make things worse. Ron looked nervous. He looked like he feared for Harry's life.

From behind the door came muffle arguing and some shouts. Something hit the wall directly behind me and I jumped up.

"—I bet he sent you in here! Didn't he! Why can't he get it through his head that I don't want to talk about it right now!!" Hermione's muffled shout came through the door.

"He's worried about you, Hermione!" Harry countered.

"Just leave, Harry! Leave!" She said harshly.

"Fine!" Harry opened the door again. He looked quite distraught himself. He shut the door. "Sorry, Ron, but she's not talking."

Ron slid down the wall and put his head in his hands. It made my heart brake just to watch him like that. I decided I was going in. I stood up and had my hand on the doorknob when Harry stopped me.

"Are you sure you want to go in there?" He asked seriously.

"Yeah, honestly, how bad could it be?" I replied. He rubbed his ribcage where I assume something hit him.

"Bad." Was all he said and I went in. She was lying face down on the bed.

"I don't care how many people you send in I'm not talking!" She said angrily into her pillow.

"Listen, Hermione Granger, those two are out there worried sick about you and all you can do is bitch and moan and injure them! Honestly, you have no right!" I snapped at her as I leaned against her writing desk and crossed my arms across my chest.

"I beg your pardon!" She said pulling her face out of her pillow to look at me incredulously.

"You heard me! The very least you could do is thank them for being worried and ask them to back off a bit. But no, you sit in here and whine like a six-year-old child! Yes, very mature of you, Prefect Granger!"

"Sod off!" She snapped and threw a plastic water cup at me. I ducked. She did have good aim. The cup clattered to the floor.

"How dare you!" I picked up a small book from the desk and threw it at her. Her mouth dropped open in disbelief.

"I can't believe you just did that!" She laughed. The look I gave her said "you have got to be kidding me!" and then I laughed to.

"An eye for an eye," I replied. We laughed for a bit longer. Then we both were silent. A clock ticked somewhere behind me.

"I very much doubt I'll be a prefect much longer," Hermione said suddenly.

"What? Why? You didn't murder someone did you?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood somewhat.

"What! No," she smiled half-heartedly.

"What is it then? I hardly think Miss Hermione Granger would do anything to jeopardize her prefect-ship," I said crossing my arms once more.

"I didn't do it purposely. Its not like I could help it… Well, I could have but I guess it was stupidity on both of our parts… but… honestly," she babbled.

"Hermione, is there is a point to this?" I interrupted a bit impatiently.

"Well, yes, there is… the point is…" She paused for a moment. "The point is… I'm pregnant."

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A/n: Well, after a 7 month dry spell... was it worth the wait? I hope so! Thanks to Mac, and Claire for sticking with this despite my non-updating- ness. g Means a lot to me! Big major thanks go to my two best friends Shari and Dani who probably got sick of listening to me ramble about my story, love you guys for it!!! Thanks to everyone else too! g Sorry this took so long, but you can see by the volume of words that it took a lot out of me... this is like double, even triple the normal chapter! Long enough for ya? Enjoy it because it's probably the last one to be this long! Lol. Oh, and before I forget, I was wondering if anyone wanted to draw me some fanart? I had a couple takers last time but no one actually got art to me so I just thought I'd put it out there... Well, that's all. Luv Gia.

P.S. I've given up on unedited versions...for now... I royally suck at them... Like completely... So, all previous chapters unediteds are in the garbage! Sorry to disappoint.

P.P.S. FF.net's quick edit thing is a pain...sorry that it's bolded...