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Chapter Fourteen
My January Mistake
I saw the mudblood run out of his store as everyone left. Curious, I stepped inside the shop to find the old man sitting on a chair with his head in his hands, sighing heavily.
"What did you tell them you old fool? You could've risked this mission!" I shouted, causing him to jump up in surprise. Glaring evilly at me as he sat back down, noticing that it was only me.
"Lenora, you know very well that I do what I please. I wanted to tell her to prepare for the worst. I do not need you holding me on a leash. As for what I told her, the truth. I told that young lady the truth along with the young man."
"Listen. She holds the key to our survival. You telling them what is to happen, if it is going to happen, can ruin it. Has the future changed because of what you have told them?"
"Yes. Everything has changed."
"Has what you said to her still going to happen?"
He hesitated, as if deciding to tell me or not. I tapped my foot impatiently on the stone floor.
"If I remember correctly, no. As I said, everything has changed."
"Do we still need her?"
"Yes. But it will be more difficult than it was before. Dinner is starting soon Lenora, you should go."
I snorted and walked back to the school. I saw Draco leave his window and decided to pay my love a visit.
(grr. My little crosses aren't working so I need to find another thing to do.)
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I woke up to the bright sun shining in my face. I smiled and stretched. I glanced at the clock, yawing and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
Nine-Thirty. December 26.
I yawned once more and attempted to turn on my back but I stopped. I felt something, someone there. Feeling my skin tingle at the contact with another, I slowly looked over my shoulder and sighed in relief as my eyes locked on an all too familiar blonde head. I faced him and tossed of few strands of hair away from his face. I smiled inwardly and watched him sleep. I turned over on my back and stared at the ceiling.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" he asked groggily, rubbing his eyes.
Startled, a small yelp escaped my mouth.
"Oh. Good morning. Nothing. Everything's fine."
"Doubts love?"
"No! Of course not."
"Oh. Alright."
He yawned once more before closing his eyes and going back to sleep once more. I giggled and kissed his cheek carefully as I slipped out of bed. Grabbing some clothes and a cotton bathrobe, I tiptoed to the bathroom for a nice morning bath. Turning on the raspberry bubbles, I tossed my hair around before clipping in up in a neat bun. Slipping into the bubble filled bath, I inhaled deeply, the scent of ripening raspberries filling my lungs and I slipped deeper in the Jacuzzi like bath. I closed my eyes and played with the ring on my left finger absent-mindedly. Hearing the door open, I opened my eyes and buried myself deeper in the bubbles. Thankfully, there were enough bubbles to conceal my body.
"Oh Merlin! I'm so sorry Hermione!" said a very embarrassed Ron whose ears were a bright color of scarlet.
He closed the door. I stepped out and wrapped myself in my robe. I stepped into the common where Ginny, Ron, and Harry were. I sat next to Ginny and looked to each of them.
"Well? What do you need? Before you answer that, can you tell me how you get in?"
"We knocked."
"You knocked on the portrait? You know they hate that right?"
"Sorry. And he answered, nude." Harry retorted as he tilted his head toward Draco's room.
"Luckily Harry and I were in front of Ginny so she couldn't see. He let us in. So we have a few questions of our own."
I looked down as I blushed furiously. I shifted awkwardly as I pulled my robe closer around me.
"Why was he naked?" Harry started.
"How should I know? I was in the bath. Ask Ron, he should know. He walked in on me."
Ron looked down at his hands while his face and ears become a similar color of his hair.
"Why did you guys come here at ten o'clock in the morning?"
"Well, they were on their way to quidditch practice because the game is soon and I wanted to watch them. I wondered if you wanted to come with me to watch but one of the guys on the team said not to because you would probably…" Ginny began.
"I was probably going to do what?"
"He said that you were going to cheer for the other team so there would no point of asking you to come." Ron finished rather bitterly.
"Whom are you playing against?"
"Oh, he didn't tell you? We're playing on Saturday against Slytherin. And I'm sure you know that Malfoy is the captain and seeker, much like Harry. So Hermione, who are you going to cheer for? Us or him?"
"Ron! It's just a game. I can't choose between you."
"Not to us. Well, to me it's not. It's a big test Hermione. You have to take it. So whom are you going to cheer to win the match? Slytherin or Gryffindor? Us or Malfoy?"
"Harry! You cannot ask me to pick between my fiancé or my best friends!"
"But I am. Just answer the question Hermione. Who are you going to cheer for?"
"I don't understand why you're asking me this! It is just a game! Why does it matter who I cheer for?"
"It matters to us. I want to know that we have your support! Ron and I are trying to win and knowing that we have all of Gryffindor behind us will make me feel better. Can't you just please tell us who you are going to cheer for?"
"I'm sorry Harry. I can't-"
"What's all this ruckus?"
Draco came out fully clothed and sat next to me. Giving me a quick peck on the cheek, he stared at the group that sat in our common room.
"None of your bloody business Malfoy."
"Oh, on the contrary, if it has to do with my fiancé, Hermione, then yeah Weasel, it is my bloody business."
"Stop. They came over to ask who I'm going to be cheering for at the quidditch game Sunday."
"Ah. I see. Who are you going to be cheering for love?"
All eyes shifted from Malfoy to me. I fumbled with my hands and I looked into each of their eyes.
"Don't make me chose you guys. I really don't want to."
"Don't worry about it Hermione. I'm sure if they're real friends they won't pressure you to answer such an absurd question." Stated Draco matter-of-factly.
"Well, Malfoy, if it is such an absurd question, then it wouldn't matter who Hermione says she's going to cheer for. Right?" Ginny commented.
Everyone nodded and agreement except Ron who looked at me with eager eyes, craving for my answer.
"Well. I am a Gryffindor…"
Harry, Ron, and Ginny relaxed but Draco remained staring at me.
"But I'm getting married to a Slytherin and since I love him so much, I'm going to be cheering for Slytherin." I declared proudly.
Ron, Harry, and Ginny stared at me with shock while Draco had a smug smile spread across his face and placed his arm around my shoulders.
"Are you serious? You're going to cheer for Slytherin?" Asked Ron, mouth-hanging open.
"Yes. Is there a problem Ron?"
"Bloody hell there is! I can't believe you! This is the starting match of the season and you're going to root for the other team?"
"Ron! Why are you acting like this? It's no big deal! I want to root for Slytherin because my fiancé is the captain! Why are you overreacting like this?"
"Harry is the captain for the Gryffindor team! He's been your best friend for all your years here in Hogwarts! Why am I acting like this! Because I feel betrayed! Malfoy's been your fiancé for what? Two months? How do you know he loves you? Love is a word Hermione! Anyone can say it! Love damnit! Even I can say it without meaning anything! He'll drop you once he gets what he wants Hermione! He will! All Malfoys are like that! It's in their blood Hermione! It is the truth!" He screamed at me, standing up.
I felt a stinging sensation spread across my hand to my fingertips. Ron held his the side of his face where my hand collided with it, giving him a large handprint from my slap. His gaze on me hardened.
"You have no idea what you're talking about Ronald. You cannot be angry at me because I choose to cheer for the other team." I hissed.
"I'm not mad. I'm disappointed. I've grown up. I came here to know who you were going to cheer for and now I do."
He began walking and swung open the portrait door. But before he walked out, he turned around and stared at me with eyes full of revulsion.
"It's nice to know where your loyalty lies Hermione." He spat bitterly.
The door closed with a loud bang as I sat back down and stared at the closed door. Ginny looked at me with a worried look.
"Don't worry about him Hermione. He just needs time. It's a lot of pressure being on the quidditch team."
I nodded my head. Not even one minute passed before Harry got up and walked to the door and did the same exact thing as Ron. He opened the door but stopped before stepping outside.
"Ron's right Hermione. Your loyalty isn't with us. It's against us. Being engaged to a Slytherin is one thing, but cheering for them when you 'best friends' are playing against them is another. We don't know you anymore Hermione."
I felt tears well up into my eyes as Harry stepped out.
"I just lost two of my best friends because I want to cheer for the other team." I chocked out, placed my hands over my face.
"Hermione. Don't worry. I'm telling you that it's stress. They're probably going to practice. Listen. You cheer for whomever you want. Malfoy's right. They shouldn't care."
I took my hands away from my face and looked into Ginny's sparkling, amber eyes.
"Do you really mean that?"
"I would prefer you cheer for Gryffindor, but I understand where you're coming from. I'm gonna try to calm them down and maybe get them to forgive you."
"Forgive me? I didn't do anything!"
"Yes you did Hermione. You hurt them really bad. I expected him to totally lash out. But he has grown up I guess. I'll see you two later."
I nodded and hugged Draco tightly as he wrapped both of his arms around me.
"Are you really gonna cheer for me?"
"Of course!"
"You better go and get changed. I'm gonna head down to breakfast. Want me to wait for you?"
"Um. No, go ahead without me."
He kissed my forehead tenderly as he whispered goodbye, leaving me sitting on the squishy couches of the common room staring at the doors that two of my best friends walked out on me from.
-
I sat at the dinner table, devouring everything in sight. I've never been so hungry. I glanced around to see everyone's eyes staring at me with astonishment. Well, almost everyone. Harry and Ron still refused to talk to me, but Ginny stuck by my side. The match was in three days and I was already getting jittery. I poked at another stack of pancakes and poured syrup over them.
"Hermione? Are you okay? I've never seen you eat so much before."
"I don't know Ginny. I'm just so hungry." I said between bites.
The tables cleared themselves as I patted my full stomach, a smile playing across my face.
"Are you sure you're okay? I mean, you haven't been yourself lately."
"I have no idea what you're talking about Ginny. I've been myself. I'm studying, working hard, and getting great grades. What could be wrong?"
"Not academically, emotionally and your personality too. Remember? Okay, yesterday, we were doing patrols and you found a first year Hufflepuff outside the portrait hole trying to remember his password. Not only did you lash out at him and deduct points, you left him there instead of telling him the password. Then you cried about it."
"Oh, that. I'm trying to forget about that whole thing. I was feeling a whole bunch of emotions then okay? With the whole quidditch thing and besides, he wasn't in his bed and it was past curfew."
"That is no reason. He could've been standing out there for an hour trying to remember. And don't even use the excuse of the fight between you three because that was more than two days ago. Hermione? Are you okay?"
I began to clutch my stomach as Ginny was talking to me. I suddenly felt very sick and there was my head was throbbing. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes in pain. I held my hand to my mouth and I fell on the floor, Ginny rushing to my side.
"Hermione! What's wrong? Hermione! Say something!" she exclaimed with a panic-stricken voice.
"Ginny. I don't feel well."
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know."
"I think we need to get you to Madam Pomfry, you don't look too good."
"No, it's nothing. I promise. It's just I've been throwing up a lot lately. I haven't told you, but I thought it was just a stomach virus or something that would pass. But it's been happening since Christmas. But seriously Ginny, I'll be fine. We don't need to go to the hospital wing."
I groaned once more as my head began to throb harder and my stomach lurched.
"I don't care Hermione. Let's go. You are not well. It's something more than just the stomach virus."
She helped me up and I staggered along the hall, occasionally leaning against the walls. I felt like throwing up and eventually did.
"Miss Granger, how good to see you. How are you today?" she asked pleasantly, giving me a warm smile.
"Um, not good Madam Pomfry."
"Oh dear, what seems to be the problem?"
I sat down on a white plastered bed and began listing my symptoms and what's been happening to me.
"Hmm. So you've been getting more migraines? Too much work perhaps?"
I shook my head, which caused pain to surge through my head.
"I finished all of the work the teachers have given me. There is nothing else to work on."
A silence filled the room as she thought about the possibilities. Her eyes suddenly bulged as she shot up and grabbed her wand.
"Migraines? Increased appetite? Vomiting? Mood swings? I'm disappointed in you Miss Granger, but more myself."
"What did I do?" I asked bewildered.
She grabbed my hand and dragged me to an empty room. She motioned me to sit on the bed as she aimed her wand at my stomach and muttered an inaudible spell. A tingling sensation flooded through my body from my stomach where a pale pink light was being emitted.
"Congratulations Miss Granger." She stated calmly as she sat down in her large office chair and grabbed a small piece of parchment, scribbling down a quick note.
"Madame Pomfrey, I have this thought in my head and dear Merlin I hope it's not what I think it is."
"Dear girl, you are having a baby and by the color of the glow, it'll be a girl. To Dumbledore, Lily, and make it fast." She replied, tying the piece of parchment to the leg of a small, speckled barn owl wearing a small pendant with the initials 'HW'.
"I-I-I'm what!" was all I managed to stutter out.
"You are having a baby girl."
"How? When?"
"I think you know how and by your symptoms and if you came to me right away, I'd say for a little less than a week since it was conceived. Expect her in 7-9 months. May I ask who the father is?"
I sat down and held my flat stomach. A wide smile spread across my face as I turned to her and beamed excitedly.
"I'm having a baby! A baby girl!" I exclaimed jumping up.
I paced the room gleefully as a list of names appeared in my head.
"You seem happy. I didn't expect this from work-a-holic Hermione Granger, head girl."
"I full of surprises! I'm excited! I've always wanted a child. Not this early, but better now than never right? I'm going to be a mother in 7-9 months!"
"May I ask who the father is?" she repeated.
I was hesitant to tell the mediwitch that I slept with the head boy. She could revoke out badges and positions. But for the better of my baby, our baby, I decided to.
"Draco Malfoy. Head Boy. Slytherin. Seventh year."
"Oh I know who he is all too well. I must say Miss Granger; I was not expecting this. You and Malfoy? That is like mixing oil and water. They just don't go, but you proved me wrong once again."
"Didn't you hear? We've been engaged for more than two months now."
"I heard, but I just didn't believe. I would like to give you a few things to help."
She walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a few vials. She handed me two black vials and three dark purple ones.
"Okay. The black bottles are migraine potions and the purple ones are stress potions. Too much stress is bad for a baby. Remember, if you feel to overwhelmed with head duties, homework, projects, and the baby, just come here. I'm sorry but I have no morning sickness or mood swing potions. I could ask Professor Snape to brew a few. I'm afraid that if I try to, the affects wouldn't be the same. It has been a while since the last pregnancy here at Hogwarts."
"Um, that won't be necessary. I would like to keep my pregnancy a secret between you, Ginny, and I. If that is possible."
"I'm sorry dear, but it isn't. I already sent an owl to Professor Dumbledore telling him, and most likely, he is to tell Professor McGonagall. It is regulations. If a student gets pregnant and it is of my knowledge, I am to take care of her until the birth and inform the highest authority. I'm truly sorry dear, but I will not see them for another week so I'll send them another owl."
I nodded weakly as I stepped out of the small room. Ginny instantly stood up and grabbed my shoulders.
"What is it Hermione? Is it a stomach virus like you thought?
I shook my head and beamed brightly at her.
"It's a baby Ginny. I'm having a baby."
Her eyes widened as she held her head and paced the room.
"Oh Merlin Hermione! What are you going to do? Abortion? Adoption?"
"What? No! I'm keeping this baby Ginny!"
"And the father is Malfoy I presume?"
I looked down in guilt.
"Yes." I said, voice quiet.
"Do you even know if Malfoy wants a kid? What if he's not ready?"
"I don't plan on telling him any time soon. He's stressed enough as it is because of the game. I highly doubt finding out that is fiancé is pregnant will help him."
"Hermione. I'm worried about you. I think we should talk to Ron and Harry. I'm sure they'll forgive you."
"No. I won't tell them for the same reason as Malfoy. Plus, I think they'll be even angrier with me because I'm pregnant with his baby."
"I really hope things work out with you Hermione. I really do, but I have this gut feeling that everything is going to go wrong and that Ron's right. I still don't trust him Hermione."
"Don't worry Ginny. Come on. Let's go to my room and think of some baby names."
She nodded sadly at me as I placed my arm around her. She smiled weakly at me.
"Don't worry." I said in her ear, my voice very low.
"I can't help but worry." She replied in an equally low voice.
-
"WOW. WHAT A GREAT CATCH BY RON WEASLEY! CAUSING THE SCORE TO REAMIN TIED AT 160-160! THE BALL REMAINS IN GRYFFINDOR POSSESION. WAIT A MINUTE! ANGELINA GOES FOR A GOAL! AND OH! CAUGHT BY KEITH RUSH! BUT DARN THAT WAS CLOSE!"
I sat on the edge of my seat, watching Draco hover in the air. I knew he had been doing this for years, but I couldn't help but worry that something horrible was going to happen to him. I felt my stomach lurch as I held my hand to my mouth. My pregnancy was going, in a way, great. My baby girl was healthy, but the symptoms were fully affecting me. Earlier this week, Draco and I got in a fight, again. We didn't talk to each other for a whole day. I was acting more secluded and distant to everyone except Ginny. We recently placed a charm on my body to hide the pregnancy when my stomach becomes large. It was to last until I had the baby. I jumped out of my seat as Draco zoomed across the field, closely followed by Harry. He reached for the golden snitch that darted back and forth in front of them. Harry was soon side by side with Draco. With both of their arms outstretched, reaching desperately for the tiny ball in front of them, everyone of both sides stood up and gasped as they neared the ground. I put my hands over my mouth as they both reached for it. I widened my eyes in horror as they collided with each other and lay limp on the ground. Harry was the first to get up. He smiled triumphantly as he held up his hand. He opened and revealed a small gray rock. He stared at with confusion before he spun around and glanced at Draco, who was smirking evilly at him. He held up his left hand and revealed the little ball of gold, fluttering its wings.
"And Slytherin wins the first match of the season. Woop de do. Congratulations, but the game was fabulously played by the Gryffindors. Great effort. Hey, they may have won this round, but not the cup!" the announcer, who just happened to be a Gryffindor, stated, voice void of any enthusiasm what so ever.
The Gryffindors slumped back to the lockers and the Slytherins remained on the field, slapping Draco's back. I ran down the stars and jumped on Draco. He caught me easily as I hugged him tightly.
"Draco! That was brilliant! I'm so happy for you!"
He smiled brightly at me as his lips crashed with mine. He let me down gently as he snaked his arm around my waist. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily for air.
"I love you Hermione."
"I love you too Draco."
"Hey, we're having a celebration party today in the Slytherin common room. Why don't you come?"
I shifted uneasily in his arms.
"I don't know Draco. I'm not that welcome. Plus, I'll bet Harry and Ron are crushed about the loss. I want to show them that I still care."
"Oh come on Hermione. They'll forgive you. They always do. Celebrate with me. Plus, I need help keeping control of them. There's gonna be some drinks and maybe some alcohol."
"Hmm. A Malfoy? Asking for help? Very tempting, but no. You shouldn't have booze there anyways!"
"We just won the first game of the season Hermione! Let loose a little! Just this once! It's not like anything bad is going to happen."
"I'll let it slide just for you. But I'm not going. Have fun. I'm gonna go and see if I can stay with the them in the common room if your staying at the Slytherin's."
"I will be staying there over night. I love you."
"I love you too."
I walked towards the locker where Ginny was waiting for me.
"How are they?"
"Not too happy. I wouldn't expect them to be. Were you really cheering for Malfoy to win?"
"Yes I was. Why do you ask?"
"You had best not tell them that. They are pissed and disappointed at the same time."
I nodded and walked side-by-side with Ginny into the lockers where the team sat in silence on the benches.
"What are you doing here Hermione? Shouldn't you be with Malfoy, celebrating their new victory?" asked Harry, resentment plastered on his words.
"No, I'm supposed to be here, with my best friends."
Ron scoffed at my remark, which earned him an angry glare from me. All he did was glare back.
"Your only best friend is Ginny. You threw your other ones away when you chose to cheer for the other team. You don't belong here. You don't belong in Gryffindor anymore. They might as well resort you into Slytherin."
"Ron! Stop it! What has gotten into you? It's just a game! So what Hermione was cheering for the other team! Big deal! You said you grew up, but you were wrong!" exclaimed Ginny.
"Stay out of this Ginny. This has nothing to do with you."
"This has to do with everyone! You've been acting crabby towards everyone! What's wrong Ron? You've been more secretive."
"Ginny, this was the first game of the season. You know very well that quidditch means more than that to me. I know Hermione is engaged to him, and I accepted that because that was her choice. But she chose Slytherin over Gryffindor. That is why I'm acting like this. This goes beyond me. This goes towards them." He replied, standing up and pointing a finger at the rest of the team.
"Ron, please. Don't even make excuses."
"This isn't just some lame excuse. This is the real reason Ginny. Believe it or not."
"Are you guys mad that Hermione rooted for the other team to win?" Ginny asked, placing her hands on her hips, sighing.
They looked at me and nodded in agreement with Ron. They began to murmur among themselves. One of the chasers stood up. I knew him pretty well. I knew he had a crush on me. I folded my arms across my chest and waited for him to speak.
"Hermione. You would always come to practice and cheer us and that made us feel good. You were like a sister to all of us. You betrayed us Hermione. You went the other side. You cheered for them. You hoped they would win. Over your own house! It hurt Hermione. It hurt to hear the person that cheered you on every single year, every single game, cheer for the their team to win. That's why Ron is so mad. Not because you cheered for your fiancé to win, but because you cheered for the other team to win. You cheered for their victory, and they got it."
He sat down quietly as everyone nodded in agreement. I blinked back the tears that came rushing to my eyes.
"You think I betrayed you?" I questioned, voice in a hoarse whisper.
"Yes. We feel that you betrayed not only your best friends and the team, but your house as well. It's nothing that big, but it felt like it. Especially since this was the first game of the season." Harry explained.
I took a step back.
"I shouldn't be here then?"
"No, Hermione. Stay. Come back with us to the common room. It's okay. Right guys?" Harry said, grabbing my hand and pulling me back.
The team nodded and smiled slightly. I felt so guilty.
"I'm really sorry you guys. I didn't know that it went that deep. I thought it was just Ron acting his ways. I really didn't know that he was talking on behalf of you. Hell, I didn't even know that you guys knew who I was."
"You're quite popular around here."
I smiled weakly as Ron placed his arm around my shoulders, slinging his broom and cloak over his other shoulder.
"I told you I grew up." He stated, smiling brightly, leading the team alongside Harry towards the Gryffindor dormitories.
"You really played very well."
"Yeah, but we didn't win. But there's always the rest of the season right?"
"Of course."
We strolled into the common room; chatting and smiling happily like old times. I plopped down on the squishy maroon couch as Ron handed me a cup of butterbeer.
"Um, Ron?"
"Yes?"
"Where did you get this?"
"You think Harry and I predicted out defeat? We actually thought we would win so we used the map and got us a few jugs. You're not going to reprimand us are you?"
Harry and Ron locked eyes with one another and winced, fearing the worst. I chuckled as I shook my head and waved a hand in the air.
"I think you deserve this more than the Slytherins do. They probably have more at their party."
"They're having a party? You hear that Harry, a party." Ron stated, emphasizing his words carefully, giving Harry and mischievous smile.
"You are not going to do anything to them."
"Oh come on Hermione! We just lost the first game and we all know that the Slytherins are going to be all gloaty about it! Let us have some fun."
"I'm sure if you drink a few butterbeers, you will. You'll probably have more than enough fun, all of us knowing what happens to you when you have a tad too much. Now hand me another mug."
"I have no idea what you're talking about 'Mione! I act perfectly normal!" he exclaimed happily, taking another long swing while clumsily handing me another.
"Oh really. End of the year Hogsmeade trip. Sixth Year. The Three Broomsticks bathroom with Millicent. Do you remember now dear Ronald?" I asked sassily, quirking an eyebrow, a smug smirk forming across my lips as I watched Ron turn pale.
He cleared his throat and took another long gulp of his drink.
"I think we'd all like to forget about that 'Mione."
We all laughed loudly, reminiscing of past events. The laughs eventually died down to a few giggles as the minutes ticked away. One by one, each Gryffindor left to sleep. I was soon by myself, sitting in front of a small fire, threatening to burn out. I stared at the small kindle that barely kept the room alight.
"Hermione? Are you coming to bed anytime soon?" asked Ginny, poking her head from her door.
"Yeah Gin, in a minute."
"Are you alright?"
She closed the door quietly and sat next to me. She placed her small warm hand on top of mine.
"Is it the baby?"
I shook my head.
"No, it's not the baby. I just have this sickening feeling that something bad is happening."
"Don't worry. Look, it's already 3. You need your rest."
"I wonder what their doing at the celebration party. Maybe I should go and check if Draco is there."
"Don't worry about him Hermione. He needs this party. You're going to tell him soon right? I'm sure he's responsible enough to make the right choices. He's getting married to you isn't he?"
I nodded my head but remained sitting on the couch.
"I'll be there in a few minutes alright. I'm fine, really. I just want some time to think. I'm not really sure when I should tell him."
"Alright. I'll be in my room. Come in and sleep if you want. But don't stay out too long. You need your rest."
I nodded and remained sitting there, hands in my lap, staring at the door, deciding whether to leave.
-
Back at the Slytherin Celebration party a few hours back…
We approached the portrait. I could already hear the music banging through the walls. The paintings around us glared at us grumpily as the door swung open, music pouring out into the halls.
"Draco! That match was bloody brilliant! Good game!" yelled some random Slytherin that I couldn't recognized.
The room was hazy and heavily scented in alcohol. I shook my head as I chuckled and ran a hand through my gorgeous platinum locks. I placed my stuff in Blaise's room and walked back out and joined the party. I approached the punch table that was void of any punch. All I could see was wine and beer. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the nearest bottle and downed it in a few long gulps.
"Whoa, Draco, slow down. There's plenty!" Blaise said happily, arms draped around two younger Slytherin who were obviously drunk.
"Are you…are you drunk already?" I asked bewildered, staring into his eyes.
"Of course I am! Have you looked at how much alcohol is in that beer? I drank four. Now I'm about to score, so if you'll excuse me captain." He slurred, walking clumsily back to his room.
I shook my head as I scanned the label. I widened my eyes in surprise. He was right. This beer was packing tons of alcohol. Quite a dangerous amount. I shrugged my shoulder as I grabbed a few more and sat on a near by couch. I watched the students grind against each other on the dance floor as my other team players snogged on couches next to me, knocking over empty glass bottles in the process.
"Dracie! I'm so glad that you decided to come! Enjoying yourself? I hope so. I planned this great festivity." Pansy slurred, also drunk.
I scoffed in disgust as I gulped my 6th beer. I knew that this wasn't good for me, but I deserved the pleasure. I just beat the best team in the school for Merlin's sake. I had the right. My vision eventually became blurry and my breaths ragged as I stepped onto the dance floor. Some girl with long red hair walked up to me and grinded against me. Enjoying the feeling, I placed my hands on her hips. But I didn't know what I was doing. I was drunk and I was enjoying it! I forgot how good it felt to be drunk. The carefree feeling was absolutely intoxicating. Not to mention the perfume this girl had on. I felt my self being dragged away. I spun around angrily and opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out as I stared into her eyes. Something was different yet familiar about her.
"Hermione?" I asked, swaying back in forth, peering closer.
She giggled before she placed her lips over mine. Her velvet tongue felt so good in my mouth. I led her back to Blasie's room, who was fast asleep with the two younger students. We remained lip locked as we both fell onto the bed giggling.
"Hermione, what are you doing here? I thought you said you didn't want to come."
I shook her head and placed a perfectly manicured finger on my lips. I leaned back, her on top. She bent down, hair cascading down her shoulders. Her hair had this blonde tint and seemed a tad longer, but I disregarded it. What mattered was that Hermione was here.
"I love you Hermione." I whispered in her ear before kissing the nape of her neck.
She smiled before kissing me long and hard. She straddled me with her strong thighs as I placed my hands on her lower back. Everything that happened next was a blur.
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Hermione lay naked next to me, both of us breathing quietly. I felt the silk blanket against my bare skin and the bright sun on my face. The window was open, bringing in the sweet scent of the late morning. I knew it. I just had sex with my fiancé in my friend's room. He was going to kill me, but that thought was pushed out of my head. I placed my arm around her exposed shoulders as she snuggled closer into my chest. My head was throbbing painfully as my stomach churned. I groaned as I took my arm away and shielded the rays of sun.
Bloody hangovers. Too much beer.
I rubbed my temples as I closed my eyes, attempting to go back to sleep, but the murmur of the voices outside my room prohibited me to. I groaned as I turned over, closing my eyes tighter. Even though my head was throbbing and I felt very nauseous, I was grateful that I was no longer drunk. I expected myself to be. I drank quite an amount of beer.
"Hermione? Hermione wake up. It's late. I think you should go. You are in Slytherin territory."
I heard her moan and kiss my cheek.
"Hermione? I don't know what you're talking about but last night was great Draco. I've never had better."
My eyes shot open as I came face to face with sapphire blue eyes and long blonde hair. What I saw hadn't been an illusion. I didn't have sex with Hermione. I had sex with the worst woman I could have sex with. I sprang out of bed and gathered my clothes.
"Draco what's wrong?" she asked innocently.
"SHIT. You. I can't believe you! You took advantage of me!" I shouted, putting on my boxers.
I was disgusted with myself. I just cheated on Hermione. I cheated on her. All this time she has been faithful to me; I turn around and sleep with her. I just had sex with Lenora when I was drunk, and I had enjoyed it.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, but I've been concentrating more on school since I recently got a bad grade on my interim and my mom has been cracking down. Can you believe it? Draco became drunk and slept with what he thought was Hermione, but was really Lenora. A nightmare come true. Especially since Hermione is pregnant. What a shame huh? I need to stop giving you guys previews because you guys are all so friggin smart. Hmm. Maybe I should just give you the title. Nah, I think I'll stick to the previews.
I heard whispered voices as I walked down the halls under my invisibility cloak. I was dying to find out what they were talking about.
"I know, this is a serious matter Albus. But we cannot take away her title because she has earned that title, just like Gretta Auburn. She earned that title and she got pregnant, but remained on top with her schoolwork. I'm sure she will do the same."
"I agree with Poppy, Albus, but those actions were, not like her. I am very disappointed. I would've thought that she would have taken the proper precautions."
I slipped silently through the door and stood in the corner. They were standing huddled together, talking in hushed voices, as if to conceal a secret, a secret that I needed to know.
"I personally think it isn't that serious Minerva. There have been more students before her that have become pregnant besides Gretta Auburn. Students tha twere not the heads."
Ah, so someone is pregnant. The wheels in my head started spinning, hoping that it was what I thought.
"But this is Hermione Granger! The greatest witch of our time! She should've been more careful!"
"What do you want her to do Minerva? Give it up? She wants this baby. She believes she's ready. As do I. They are engaged anyways."
I backed against the wall. I knew it. But I shouldn't be surprised. I already knew. But I was surprised. I knew it was going to happen.
Can you guess? I always ask that and you people always figure out the answer. Maybe you'll get this one. R R.