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Chapter Twenty-Six

"You're-You're-" Draco spluttered, and Hermione held up a finger to his lips to silence him. Why did he look so taken aback? So confused? Didn't he just say a minute ago that he would be glad if she had his baby? Well she did catch him offguard…

"Yes Draco Malfoy, I am having your child." She abruptly started laughing, laughing at the formality in which she told him the news, and at Draco's face. He no longer had the shocked expression, but was grinning from ear to ear like a child who's just been given a large and juicy lolly pop. "This is great!" He exclaimed, and Hermione felt a burden rising off her shoulders. She had been under so much stress just fearing what he was going to say; because she of course wanted to keep the baby.

She was startled out of her reverie, because Draco was once again in the mood and she smiled and pulled the sheets tighter around them.

Ron's bare feet made a dull slapping sound against the flagged stone floor. He hoped no one would by chance see him…He was wearing a girl's robes; and basically he looked a mess. He raced up the flight of stairs in the Great Hall, his vision focused on the painting of the Fat Lady which he spied only the gilded frame of. Suddenly he felt his foot catch on something, it felt like it was caught in a thick waxy substance and he struggled to pull his foot out of the tricky missing step.

"Hey Ron is that you?" He heard a voice call. He turned around for a split second and saw the dirty blonde unruly hair of a boy holding; Ron struggled harder when he saw this; a camera. "Dennis! Look its Ron! I found him!" Ron at that moment was released and flew to his dormitory and he heard the footsteps of the Creevey brothers make their way up the steps. "Bluebells!" Ron whispered the password urgently and the portrait swung open revealing the entrance with the Fat Lady grumbling about spilling her tea, and heinous ragamuffins.

Thankfully the Gryffindor common room was empty so Ron made his way up to the boy's dormitory. He entered his room and walked towards his bed. He saw Harry's bed with the crimson hangings drawn around his four poster bed and wondered if he was sick. He cautiously walked over to the bed and pushed aside the flimsy curtain. "Ginny!" he yelled, and hastily ripped the hangings off the rod to drift to the floor.

Hermione walked to the Great Hall for lunch after Ancient Runes class thinking of what she and Draco had talked about. He had said that after she was fully fledged pregnant, she should move to Malfoy Manor. That way his mother could take care of her, and she would be spared the difficulty of not having Draco around to help her because of his classes.

She had given it a great deal of thought but still wasn't sure. He had said that his father would not be there, probably staying with some mistress in some other country, so it would just be herself and his mother. She felt sort of uneasy being there with only his mother, her impression of her from the Quidditch World Cup three years ago wasn't heartening… She was a woman who seemed to have a foul smell under her nose all the time judging by her expression, and did not at all look as if she possessed a pleasant temperament.

But then she did not want to hurt Draco's feelings by saying that she did not want to stay with his mother, because he loved his mother very much. She decided while buttering herself a sandwich after she sat down that she would give it a try. It would be dreadful walking around pregnant in Hogwarts having everyone's eyes on her…whispering…whispering that the Head Girl of Hogwarts who got excellent grades hadsuddenly sprouted an enormous belly. It would be humiliating, even though she felt there was nothing to be ashamed of.

She made an indistinct signal across the hall to Draco who was making arousingexpressions at her; which no one seemed to be noticing, too intent on their own food and banter. He understood and she walked out of the hall to be joined by him a few minutes later. She pulled him into a broom cupboard. "Wow Hermione I thought this morning would have gotten you through the day-" Hesaid smiling sexily, but she stopped him by saying; "I'll go to Malfoy Manor."

"Wow I wasn't expecting that so quickly" He said scratching the back of his head. "Well now that that's settled I'll go talk to Dumbledore about the situation after lunch. Are you still hungry?" He asked her. She shook her head. "Good, because I need something to get me through the day." He lightly pushed her against the wall his mouth on her lips while hastily undoing her buttons. Her robe fell to the floor as hedid his; and he landed his butterfly kisses down her body; leaving a burning trail of passion. Hermione breathed heavily and lightly kicked a bucket with a sodden mop out of the way.

She brushed her hands down his chest down to his navel, where she stood on her knees. She pushed him against the wall and teased with thezipper to his pants with her teeth; then slowly pulled it down while Draco grabbed at her headand pushed himself further back onto the wall. "Hermione…" He moaned huskily and Hermione smiled as she slid down his pants to reveal his damp satin boxers. She loved the hold she had on him…the way she could just make him say her name. She tugged at the waistband of his boxers revealing the prize underneath then slowly enclosed her mouth while Draco moved with the rhythm.

She got up and placed her half naked body against his as Draco hastily tried to put his pants back on. Hermione suddenly felt a whoosh of cold air in the steamy broom closet. It was Filch.

Ron gazed angrily at her sister and his best friend. "Put some clothes on!" He said angrily and turned around as Ginny and Harry hastily grabbed their forgotten clothes and put them on. Harry was done first then came around to face Ron. "Ron where've you been? I haven't seen you for days! Are you alright?" Ron seeing the concern on his best friend's face calmed down. He felt ashamed to even talk about where he'd been, especially on how he got there. "Never mind me. What were you doing with my sister?!" He said angrily. Harry placed his hands on his shoulders. "Ron you saw what we were doing. And we were doing it because we love each other."

"It's true." Ginny said coming around to face him as well and buttoning up her robes over her clothes. "I realized that even though I was going out with Dean…I still wanted Harry. I've always loved him, ever since I first saw him." Harry blushed slightly at this.

Ron sat on Harry's rumpled bed. "Well I'm glad it's you then mate, rather than someone else." He still had trouble thinking his innocent little sister would do something like that. Right then everyone started spilling into the room clapping Ron on the shoulder and asking where he'd been. "I was in the hospital wing;" he lied, "I caught the flu, but didn't want to worry you guys. Put in the contagious ward I was." He said confidently after everyone seemed to believe his story. "What's up with the girl's robe?" Seamus asked curiously and the boys started "oohing" and asking who else was in the ward with him. "Shut up guys…" Ron said putting on a fake annoyed expression. He was glad to be back.

"Dear me, we are in trouble…" Said Filch as he lead his slow rheumatic way to Dumbledore's office. "Having rendezvous in the broom closet now are we?" He chuckled evilly, "that'll give you a day or two of polishing the floors." He grumbled the password and they were transported by the spiraling escalator to the door of Dumbledore's office. Filch cautiously knocked on the door, then opened it a crack. "Perfessor if I may have but a word?"

"Yes yes come in, come in," Dumbledore's voice said from within. Filch turned around to give them an evil smile before walking on. "We've got some troublemakers here. Rendezvous in the broom clo-s" "Professor if I may have a word? Draco cut in sharply. Dumbeldore looked at him sternly over his half-moon spectacles for cutting off Filch. "I had meant to you see anyway, but now that I'm here it's a good time as any."

"Very well, very well. I'll see to them Argus." He said to Filch who nodded then lumbered out of his office.

Draco explained Hermione's pregnancy situation to Dumbledore, and she felt heat rise in her cheeks at having to sit there and witness it all. It was quite humiliating having it being discussed with Dumbledore. "Yes I will grant you your leave Miss Granger, but you will have to find a way to keep up with your studies. You have the NEWTS this year, which I suppose you may take after your delivery some time." Hermione was relieved. She didn't really think Dumbledore would let her go, and was privately sort of wishing he wouldn't agree, but Draco's suave manner had persuaded him.

Hermione agreed to keep up wither studies, and it was decided that she leave in three days time. "I have a concern I fear I must voice however." Dumbledore said reluctantly. "Not so recent events must be regarded." Hermione had to think a few seconds about the events he was referring to. She suddenly felt a shudder up her spine and shivered. He was talking about her rape. Suddenly a thought occurred to her; it couldn't possible be Blaise's baby? Or could it?