Sorry again, still writing later chapters! Anyway here's my response to the reviews:

ksinger - Yes i know, Dan is o so fine....thanx!

munch010 - Thanx so much! No i'm not a genius, and you shouldn't bother checking every day coz i dont write every day...on average i write about a chapter a month! I suck!! Anyway...

Nikki Evans - Thanx again!

munch010 - Ok, that's gr8 that you love the story, but do you really need to obsess over it? Lol thanx anyway, i really apreciate when people praise me!! lol

Oh and just a hint for anyone who's planning to review:

I AM QUITE AWARE THAT DAN IS HOTTER THAN TOM SO YOU DON'T NEED TO SAY IT EVERY BLOOMING TIME!!

Thankyou.

Oh and btw i lied in the last chapter - i said they'd start making the potion but they dont actually in this chapter...its somewhere along the track.

So here it is, Chapter 9 of Broken by Tigerlily Tinuviel!

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Harry awoke to bright sunlight bursting out beams upon his face. He screwed up his eyes and turned over, not willing to get up after his rather unfortunate wake-up call three hours ago. He opened his eyes again and looked at his watch. 6:00. Too early.

Instead of getting up, he lay there staring at the ceiling, thinking about his meeting with Hermione earlier. She was so excited about the baby; it was almost like she wanted to be broken...

Harry shook this thought out of his head immediately, as he remembered the way her eyes widened every time she walked past the slimy git. But he wondered, also, why she had chosen to keep the baby. He made a mental note to ask her when he saw her.

She was so amazing, the way she could be broken into a million pieces and then just fit them back together so quickly; she always saw the best in everything. It seemed like none of the past had ever happened, like it was all just a dream and she was waking up. That was what made her so beautiful...

He eventually realised he was hungry, so he got dressed and traipsed down the twisting staircase. At the foot of the stairs was Ginny, her flaming red hair tied back loosely into two plaits.

"Hey Harry, I'm just waiting for Dean," she said happily, blushing slightly when Harry raised his eyebrows. "We're sort of....you know..." Harry smiled.

"Do you know where 'Mione is?" he asked.

"Yeah, she's just in the loo."

"Thanks," he replied and walked past her, and sat down in one of the many comfy armchairs in the common room. He hummed under his breath as he waited for her to come out.

After a few minutes, Dean came down from the stairs, a big grin plastered upon his face. Ginny blushed furiously as he took her hand and they walked down to a 'start-of-weekend' breakfast.

Harry waited. And waited. And waited. In fact, it seemed like four years had passed before Hermione finally emerged looking quite pale at the bottom of the stairs. She was wearing a baby blue halter neck top with silver embroidery, and a pair of pale denim flared jeans. She had tamed her hair with a simple Hair-Straightening Charm and had clipped it back with a bright blue flower. Her feet were raised upon slightly heeled thongs, and in Harry's opinion, she looked amazing.

"What took you so long?" he asked. She opened and closed her mouth a few times before answering.

"Oh, just...felt a bit sick...."she said quietly. Harry's eyes widened.

"You ok?" he asked, trying not to sound overprotective. She shrugged.

"Yeah, just the pregnancy thing kicking in," she said casually. "I'm fine, seriously." But Harry didn't believe her; she looked pretty pale to him.

"Yeah," he said breathlessly. She looked so gorgeous, the way she smiled even though she was torn inside. Her hair kept falling in her eyes, he loved the way she flicked it back with a slight shake of her head...

"Once you're out of dreamland, Harry, we'll go to breakfast," she snapped. Harry jolted out of his dreamy state and mumbled 'oh yeah' and they went down to the Great Hall together.

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(A WEEK L8R)

Ron came bounding down the stairs and slammed himself down onto the bench at the table. He had a sort of distant look on his face, which reminded Harry of the Quidditch World Cup three years ago, when the mysterious Veela had represented Bulgaria as mascots. Harry eyed him suspiciously.

"Ron, are you on something?" he asked, a slight frown upon his face. Ron looked as if he was going to answer, but was interrupted by a noise behind him.

Click-clack. It sounded like a pair of heels walking across a stony floor. Click-clack. Both boys turned and gasped.

Padma Patil walked into the hall, her long, dark hair flowing behind her. She was wearing black leather, extremely tight-fitting jacket that was zipped up, but not far enough to hide her enormous cleavage. Her skirt was a micro mini and her boots were knee-high and studded.

Harry glanced at Ron and grinned. Ro was gaping at her, but not from shock. He quickly closed his mouth and made a furious attempt to appear very chilled as she approached the table.

"So, Ron, how's everything going?" she asked in a sexy tone. Ron seemed lost for words.

"Um....uh...everything's good..."he said, rather lamely. Harry (with much difficulty) suppressed a snort.

"Well that's good," she said, this time placing herself down upon his lap. Ron blushed a furious red. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and got up.

"I'll see you tonight then? 11:30?"She asked. Ron nodded, staring lustfully after her as she walked off. Harry made sure she was out of earshot before rounding on Ron.

"What was that about?!?" he asked, utterly bewildered.

"Oh. My. Gosh. She is the best thing that's happened to Hogwarts," he said, still staring after.

"But-but Ron, I thought she didn't like you!" said Harry, still confused. Ron grinned dreamily.

"Well yeah, but this afternoon changed everything," he said enthusiastically. "You see, I was on my way down here and she sort of...pulled me into the Ravenclaw common room and- and umm...she told me she actually liked me...and then we kissed and – and...we sort of..."

"Did it?" finished Harry, rather dryly. Ron nodded fervently.

"Oh yeah! But seriously, Harry, that was the best shag I have ever had!"

"Your first and best," muttered Harry, but Ron didn't hear; he was too busy staring at Padma.

Harry rolled his eyes. But Ron soon snapped out of his faraway mode as he thought of something.

"Hang on, I just thought of something. Why haven't you and 'Mione done it yet?" he asked with a slight frown.

"Ummm...hello?!? What happened around a month ago?" asked Harry sardonically.

"Oh yeah..."said Ron with a look of dawning comprehension on his face. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Somehow, I don't think Hermione would be putting her hand up for sex right now!" he said. Ron nodded in agreement. But before he could say anything, Hermione plopped herself down next to Harry.

"Hey Hermione..."he said slightly embarrassed, wondering if she had heard what he had just said. Hermione had a piercing stare on her face that made Harry feel very vulnerable.

"What was that about me putting my hand up for sex?" breathed Hermione, wearing a very stony expression reminiscent of McGonagall.

"Oh, did you hear us say Hermione? We - we...uh...said...uh...tiny! Yeah, coz, um..." began Ron, but Hermione just rolled her eyes.

"You are an appalling liar, Ronald," she said with a sigh. She turned to Harry with a questioning expression. He opened and shut his mouth a few times, trying to look away, but before he knew it, Hermione had conjured a bottle of Veritaserum and shoved it down his throat. He swallowed hugely, clearly not expecting the sudden attack.

"I was saying 'I don't think Hermione would be putting her hand up for sex right now', meaning I didn't think you were ready for that kind of thing!" said Harry automatically, not aware of what he was saying. He clapped a hand over his mouth as Hermione lifted the effects of the potion. Hermione raised her eyebrows at this, as though suspecting a lie, but instead of pressing the matter, she sat down and began to serve herself some lunch.

"So...how'd you get onto the topic of sex anyway?" she asked casually. Ron blushed and Harry rolled his eyes. Hermione guessed the truth at once.

"Having a little fun in the bedroom, were we Ron?" she asked sardonically. She turned to Harry. "Who's the girl?"

"Padma Patil," he replied with a slight snigger. Hermione's expression was one of disgust.

"You slept with a tart like Padma Patil!?!" said Hermione rather hysterically.

"She is not a tart! She just-"began Ron, but Hermione cut across him.

"Wears slutty outfits and sleeps around?" said Hermione, mockingly. Ron opened his mouth to retort but Harry changed the subject promptly.

"Order meeting's tonight," said Harry loudly.

"Oh yeah, I wonder what's happening..." said Ron quietly, tucking into a hamburger that, in Harry's opinion, was a little too large for Ron's mouth. Then he reminded himself that no amount of hamburger was too big for Ron's overlarge blabbing mouth.

"Oh, that reminds me," said Hermione. She glanced at her watch. "I've got to go to my check-up soon!"

"What check-up?" asked Ron curiously.

"My monthly check-up to see how the pregnancy thing is going. It's at 2:30 at Mungo's," she replied in a very business-like tone.

"May I come with you?" asked Harry.

"Of course, you're the father of my baby!" she said, rubbing her slightly larger belly affectionately. Ron, however, opened his mouth in shock.

"You mean you guys bonked and then you use Malfoy as an excuse!?!" he said loudly, completely bewildered. A few people looked around. Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes.

"Use a brain, Ron!" said Hermione sardonically. "That's just ridiculous. Anyway, we've decided to use the Sansannah potion."

"Sansa - what?"

"San-sa-nah," replied Hermione. "Basically it's a potion that changes the genes of your baby, therefore you can change whose baby it is."

"Why didn't you just have an abortion?" asked Ron. Hermione paused for a moment.

"It's murder for goodness sake! I don't care how old I am or who did it to me, I'll never kill my own child!" she exclaimed passionately between sobs. Harry glared at Ron as he patted her on the back sympathetically.

"Anyway, we'd better go now," said Harry, checking his watch. 2:20. The couple got up from the table and walked over to the Entrance Hall, leaving behind a completely lovestruck Ronald Weasley.

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AAAARGH PADMA AND RON!! Oh well, i always knew Ron would have a soft spot for the pretty sluts....

LOL

Next chappie: Mungo's check-up....dunno what else...lol

Somewhere along the line: Seriously along the line here - trouble is coming!! lol i think u already knew that! oh well....pfft