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It was only at breakfast the next morning, that logic came back to her, and Hermione began to think about the consequences of what they had done.

By that she meant; what if she was pregnant?

That would not do. Not a bit.

After breakfast, she was on the way to the Gryffindor Common Room, when she heard voices around the bend. They were the voices of Harry, Pansy, Ron and Millicent and they were talking in hushed voices, as though they didn't want to be heard.

Automatically, Hermione stopped, an inch from view.

'Was it because of that bird?' Harry was whispering.

'I hope not,' Ron was whispering back. 'We should tell her, get it done with. I think he was blaming her for the bird's death.'

There was a smacking sound, as though Harry had just smacked his forehead. 'Of course! She was the only suspect! He thinks no one else could have gotten in. He's probably beating her because of it!' there were two horrified gasps.

Hermione snorted. She couldn't picture Draco beating her. But she stopped snorting almost instantaneously. So it was Harry and Ron who had killed Draco's bird. For no reason at all, except for the fact that they didn't like him. By god, was she going to give them a piece of her mind.

'We must tell her at once!' said Ron gloomily. 'Hey, Pansy, Mills, we got to go!'

Hermione heard footsteps and as fast as lightning, grabbed the nearest doorhandle and shut herself inside the room.

Peeking through the keyhole, she was not surprised to see Harry and Pansy were already so close they had to work completely side by side, and were making matters worse by still arguing. Personally, she was also not surprised to see that Ron and Millicent (whom he had called Mills. Moved on to nicknames already, had they?) were coping quite well. They seemed to even be flirting a little... but she was sure her eyes were just deceiving her.

Checking to make sure no one was around, Hermione scurried to the common room, grabbed her books, and ran to her first class, Transfiguration.

Draco was one of the first ones at McGonagall's classroom after breakfast. It was highly amusing, watching all the 'pairs' argue and struggle with each other.

Pansy and Harry came in, standing almost back to back, bickering. Ron and Millicent, on the other hand, seemed to be having a jolly good time. Something which irritated Draco.

'Where's Hermione?' he asked them.

Ron shrugged, and moved on.

A few minutes later, Hermione dashed into the classroom, right on time and out of breath.

'I'm so sorry I'm later, Professor!' she gasped.

'Hmm,' said McGonagall, 'well, take your seat next to Draco.'

She did so, purposely avoiding his look. McGonagall told them to, in pairs, write down all the ways of changing a teacup into a spoon with a single charm, and the class erupted in a low, buzzy chatter.

With a sinking heart, Hermione took out a bit of parchment and turned to Draco. 'Any ideas?'

'No,' he was forced to reply. Damn spell. Draco had no intention of talking about how to turn a teacup into a spoon when there were much other more interesting things to talk about. He moved her hair back from her face.

Hermione automatically flinched, looking around quickly to see if anyone had seen.

She acts like people don't know we're married, he thought. And she obviously doesn't like public displays of affection.

He was quite the opposite. He would gladly snog her right this moment, and he couldn't care less. In fact, he was glad that people could see that she was his. His alone.

He also knew why she was acting very suspicious of him. Today was the day they were supposed to leave Hogwarts. The topic had not been mentioned, but she guessed he was going to try something.

He smiled sweetly at her. 'You don't have to go home with me if you don't want to, Hermione.'

She gave a relieved smile. 'Oh, thank-you Draco, I knew you'd understand!'

Watching the happy smile blossom on her face made Draco feel incredibly, incredibly guilty. She suspected nothing.

'Yeah, I talked to mother, and she said you weren't relevant. Only I was needed.'

The smile brightened. 'Thank-you! I never thought your mother would be so understanding... but I guess I misjudged her.'

Draco felt even guiltier. 'Yeah. I guess.'

To take his mind off his annoyingly guilty conscience, he asked her a question. 'Hermione, do you want to have hot, passionate sex with me again?'

And he had said it loud enough so the surrounding people turned to look.

Hermione's face turned a bright red. She mumbled a word so quiet even Draco missed it.

When the surrounding people turned away, she hit his arm, her eyes angry. 'How could you do that to me, you bastard?'

'I'm sorry,' he said, but his mischievous smile suggested otherwise.

Her cheeks still a cherry red, Hermione raised her hand. 'Professor, may I please, er, go to the restroom?'

'Certainly,' said McGonagall, nodding.

And she didn't return.

Draco couldn't believe it. Hermione Grang – Malfoy had walked out on a class? This must be some sort of record.

It was lunchtime, and Draco slid into the seat next to Hermione. There was no one at the Slytherin table in his year anyway. It was their turn to sit with the Gryffindors.

'Hey, babe,' he whispered into her ear, and she hit him again.

'Piss off, you stupid wanker!' she cried, not attempting to lower her voice. Pansy, Harry, Ron, Millicent, Ginny, Neville and Blaise turned and stared at them, their faces full of shock.

Pansy was the first to speak. 'Aw, did someone have a fight with her husband?' her voice dripped sarcasm.

'Shut up, you stupid bitch!' shouted Harry, resulting in them being pulled on inch closer. 'Aw, goddammit. Now look what you've done.'

'Me?' shrieked Pansy. Everyone switched their focus to the now fighting 'couple'.

'I'm really sorry,' said Draco, with true sincerity in his voice. 'I just – well, please forgive me Hermione, I won't do it again.'

Ignoring him, Hermione turned to Harry and Pansy. Taking this opportunity, Draco took a small vial out of his robe, and tipped the contents into Hermione's pumpkin juice. It was a strong sleeping potion. In ten minutes or so, she would fall straight asleep, just in time for his parents to pick them up.

'You guys, c'mon, stop it – ' but Hermione stopped dead when she heard what they were fighting about.

'And you are always talking about this stupid bird you killed!' Pansy was saying.

'Shut up!' said Harry desperately, but to deaf ears.

'I should really report this, you can't go round killing birds – '

'Stop,' said Draco, his eyes fixed on Harry.

Pansy stopped immediately. 'Of course, Draco, honey.'

Harry fidgeted.

'What was the name of this bird?' he said, in a deathly whisper.

'Uh – '

'Draco, I can explain.'

It was Hermione who had spoken.

'Well, Harry and Ron killed Salmond. True. But – hey, you come back here now!'

Draco had stood up sharply. 'Drink your juice, Hermione. I need to talk to you.'

She stood up too. 'Okay.' She started to leave.

'Drink it,' he hissed, stopping her, aware of the various eyes on them.

'No.'

'Goddammit, Hermione, just drink your fucking juice!' he hissed, into her ear.

Hermione sensed anger. 'Okay, calm down, I'll drink it.'

She drained the goblet in one go. 'Satisfied?'

'Yes, c'mon,' he grabbed her arm.