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"Who? Where?"

Hermione just grinned. "A clue: I was at Bulgaria then."

Krum? Draco's mouth hung open. Her FIRST TIME was KRUM? Bloody, DUCK-FEET KRUM?!

A bell rang in Christian's side of the fireplace.

"Hey, I guess break time's over. Bye and get well soon." Christian said, smiling at Hermione.

"I will." Hermione replied as Christian vanished from the fireplace.

Draco immediately rushed downstairs and took off the invisibility spell. He had a story to tell Harry and Ron when they come back.

Hermione, meanwhile, got up and decided to head to the kitchen to prepare food for herself.

"Glad you decided to wake up."

Hermione turned to face the blonde man at the living room.

"Draco? What are you doing here?"
Draco yawned, completely relaxed and composed. "I was sent here to baby-sit you, Hermione."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't need baby-sitters, I'm perfectly fine."

Just then, she tripped on the last step of the staircase. Malfoy was there at once to catch her fall.

"Perfectly fine, eh?" He said, smirking.

Hermione waved him off. "So what? Probably, this is just a hangover from last night." She continued to go her way to the kitchen leaving a stunned Malfoy standing, reflecting on what really transpired.

***

Ron glanced at the clock and headed to Harry's desk. "Oi, Harry!"

"What?" Harry said, slightly annoyed, being interrupted from his paperwork.

"It's lunch time. Why don't we go home to eat and at the same time, check on Hermione?"

Harry looked up. "Oh, yeah. I almost forgot about her."

***

"Damnit Malfoy! Just get out of the kitchen before you burn the whole house down!" Was the first sound Harry and Ron heard as they apparated to their house.

Draco Malfoy came tumbling out of the kitchen with the door swinging behind him and hitting his butt. His hair was standing up on all ends – and slightly smoking.

He saw Harry and Ron staring back at him. "Bloody brilliant Muggles! So that's what happens when you place that fork in that plug thingy behind the toaster, at the wall." He was smiling in a disoriented way.

Hermione followed soon afterwards, wiping her hands in a towel.

"Harry! Ron! I didn't know you'll be dropping by for lunch. I'm preparing some now but I'll put the kitchen back to its normal state first. Kindly," Hermione muttered a spell for the electric shocks to leave Draco. "Watch over him for awhile? He might get into trouble again." She headed back to the kitchen, but not after saying. "Really Ron, I agree with you, he IS a special child with a terrible infliction."

Ron sniggered loudly as Draco stuck his tongue at the door of the kitchen.

Harry shook his head. "I thought you were the one who was supposed to watch over her?"

Draco jolted from his childish ways. "Hey! I found out something important: Christian was at the party."

Harry paled while Ron reddened a shade deeper.

"What's more," Malfoy continued. "Let's go to my room, I'll put that memory into a pensieve and you two can hear it for yourselves."

After a few minutes…

"KRUM?!!"

Harry and Ron gaped as they were jerked back into Malfoy's room.

Draco took his memories back and kept the pensieve. "Well, what do you think of it?"

Ron stuttered. "I-I can't believe Hermione isn't…" He searched for an appropriate word. "Innocent anymore."

"I guess Krum changed her principles." Harry said, slightly put out and saddened by the new information. "What do we do now?"

"I suggest we confront her." Draco said smugly. So Ms. Know-it-all isn't so pure after all…

"How?" Ron asked. "I mean, how can we bring up the topic with out being insensitive or awkward?"

Harry lowered his head. "I don't know…"

Knock-knock-knock.

"Hey guys," came Hermione's voice from the corridor. "Are you in there? Lunch is served!"

"Come in, Hermione, we need to talk to you." Harry called out gravely.

Hermione cautiously got in to see the grim faces of the usually cheerful men. Truth be told, she rarely saw them in this state. "What is it?" When no one answered her. "Harry?"

"Um…"

"Ron?"

"Eh…"

"Draco?"

"Let's say I overhead you and Christian this morning," Draco began slowly.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I know it's wrong to eavesdrop but, we really need to know something that we can't blatantly ask you."

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "What?"

Ron got the better of himself. "Hermione-are-you-pregnant?"

Hermione stared at them and recalled her conversation with Christian. The three men expected her to blow up or break down but she – laughed.

"ME? PREGNANT?!" She cried out in between laughs. "BLOODY HELL!!"

"Urm…" Ron looked questioningly at Harry.

Harry turned to Draco.

"Hormonal imbalance." Draco mouthed to the two men.

Hermione slowly sobered. "Honestly. Harry, Ron, I thought you knew me?"

"We thought so too." Ron muttered. "But after these years, I don't know…"

"You would have thought that I would never have PMS with men. Merlin, you really thought that Chris and I-." Hermione stopped, feeling hurt at the insinuations. "We're not even dating – how could we have done tha-?"

"Well – there was that dare thing right?" Harry innocently asked.

"Oh." Hermione's faced dawned with comprehension. "That's different."

"So does that mean," Ron clarified but flushed. "That Krum wasn't your FIRST TIME?"

Hermione giggled. "No, of course not."

"Well," Draco interjected lazily. "What did you do with Krum that summer and last night at the dare with Christian?"

"Oh, drinking alcohol."

Harry and Ron goggled. "Alcohol?"

"Hey, don't look at me like that." Hermione frowned at them. "Both occasions were just for dares but last night it was Fire Whiskey, I think."

Silence lapsed as no one could react until Malfoy broke the silence by laughing.

"I can't believe THIS got us so worked up!" Draco said. "The faces of Potter and Weasley – oh so classical! Glad to be here to have seen that."

That did it, the rest were broken from their reverie.

"SHUT IT MAL-FERRET!" Ron shouted, pretending to strangle Draco as he pounced on him.

Harry hung his head in shame. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm so sorry if we doubted you and all that… fuss."

Hermione smiled. "It's ok. Besides, I understand you guys are really just being "big brotherly". I guess I want to experience having brothers too, I'm an only child too, remember?"

CRASH!

"FREAKY FRECKLED-WEASLEY! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY BOOKSHELF! IT TOOK ME DAYS TO SORT THOSE BOOKS!"

"BLOODY HELL FERRET-FACE! GET YOUR FOOT OUT OF MY FACE!"

Hermione took charge of the situation and waved her wand to restore the bookshelf back to it's own state. "ENOUGH! Now, be good boys and scamper off for lunch, it's getting cold."

Harry just shook his head.

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