Ok, I was going to go into detail with the sex between Pansy and Draco, but I didn't want to gross myself or anyone else out. It's just really sickening to me to think of Draco screwing anyone else but Hermione. Call it a die hard shipper problem. This chapter is dedicated to ApParate away dm for being the only user to have Iris on her favourites list. Thanks to everyone for reviewing. Please do so again and let me know any suggestions.

"How could you! How could you do this to me, Draco? Don't you love me? Aren't I everything a woman should be?" Pansy shrieked

Draco winced. Bloody hell, she could make any man go deaf!

He sneered at her.

"Keep your voice down before you get me angry."

She shut up.

Everyone in the restaurant was looking at them. He didn't need to see them to know. He could feel their stares.

A few seconds of complete silence passed. Eventually everyone began chatting away again and eating.

Pansy pouted at him. Ugh. He hated that look. Why did women think that pouting would get them their way? It was repulsive. Or maybe it was just like that on Pansy.

This wasn't going anywhere. He would try a different approach. What did pregnant woman like to talk about?

"So, uh, thought of any names yet?"

She beamed.

"Well for a girl, I was thinking Rose or Violet and for a boy, it would be Draco Junior of course!"

He blinked at her. Draco Junior? Couldn't she take a hint?

Anger seethed through him.

"Draco Junior? Where did you get the idea that your bastard would be named after someone as noble as my self?"

Pansy stopped smiling and burst into tears.

Hermione watched the scene with dry amusement.

So, Malfoy is having his share of problems as well. Serves him right!

"Ah hem."

She turned back to Viktor. He was blushing faintly, pretending not to notice the dispute that had gone on at the table behind them. (She supposed it was polite Bulgarian manners)

Hermione bit her lip. She knew what she wanted to say, she knew what she had to say, but the problem was, could she say it?

"Mmmhh vhh… uhhh."

He looked concerned.

"Are you alright Herm-own-ninny?"

She took a sip of her lemon water.

"Fine." She managed to gasp.

"Viktor, I've been having a lot of things on my mind lately. I was wondering… if you could possibly let me think it over for a few days?"

He looked hurt.

"It's not you," She said quickly. "It's just…"

I need an excuse… fast!

She said the first thing that came to her mind,

"My dear friend, Mr. Malfoy over there, is having trouble with his sexuality, and he's come to me to help him research some spells that could help him indicate the problem."

She could have died right on the spot.

Viktor gave a sigh of relief.

"Malfoy? Ah yes. I know vhat you mean. Take as long as you like, Herm-own-ninny. I will be here for you."

"Thank you Viktor."

He didn't stop, but continued on, "It is not surprising to me, that he should have dez problems. Do not fear for your friend. All men go through it. He should have no problem though, seeing as he has a friend like you to help him through it."

"Err, yup."

"I vill leave now. Goodnight my love."

He pecked her on the cheek and walked out, but not before giving Malfoy a meaningful glance.

Draco stopped talking to Pansy abruptly, and spun around. He could feel someone's stare upon his back.

His eyes met with Krum's.

He shivered.

Is Krum checking me out?!?! DEAR GOD!

Okay, that was just way too weird for words. He decided. Maybe he was being paranoid.

He turned his attention back to the black haired girl in front of him.

Yes, black haired.

Pansy had explained to him, "Since I'm going to be a mummy, I shouldn't have my hair dyed. My natural colour is much better."

Draco's eyebrow had raised at this, but he decided to let it slip, lest she make a scene. There was no point to that action, because she ended up making one anyway.

In the end, when everyone had stopped bloody staring at them, and she had stopped bloody wailing, he decided he might as well leave it until another time. He was exausted already today. He needed some release.

He eyed Pansy interestedly, and rose from the table.

"Come on. We're leaving."

She looked surprised.

"Where?"

"To my place."

"Why?"

God, was she totally clueless?

"Why else would I bring you there?"

She caught his meaning and sighed.

"I guess so."

He scowled.

"You don't guess. You don't even have a choice. Let's go."

Ok. That's all for now because I know certain people who might murder me if I don't get this up soon. Thanks for reviewing everybody!