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"What do you mean "Baby?!"?" Hermoine asked in disbelief. Is it possible that he forgot about their little marriage project? How dense could Draco get?

Draco stared off into space for a moment, looking completely and totally dense in Hermoine's opinion, and finally snapped out of it. "Oh! Never mind!" he exclaimed.

"You get it now do you, Malfoy?" Hermoine said, holding back a laugh that desperately wanted to escape her lips.

Draco sneered up at her. "Well I wouldn't be talking if I were you" he began. "You're now Mrs. Malfoy if you remember correctly."

Hermoine looked down to find that overnight a small ring had been placed on her left hand, symbolizing their fake marriage.

Hermoine rolled her eyes. "Well this is just dandy."

She finally managed to pull herself up off of Draco and walked towards the door to get some breakfast from the Great Hall.

"You know" Draco started, "I still admire this view of you."

He snaked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, but gasped slightly when he felt the stomach that had developed overnight. He jerked his hands away as he felt a slight but quick pressure coming from it suddenly. Hermoine held onto her stomach and then whisked out the door.

"Granger, what in the bloody hell was that?!" Draco said, following her to the Great Hall.

She turned to face him. "Do you know anything about pregnancies?" she asked him.

He looked to the floor and Hermoine broke out in laughter. "Well what do you expect?" he snapped. "I am afterall an only child who's parents are never home to explain this kind of thing to. You try living like that."

Hermoine rolled her eyes. "My parents are constantly at work and over the summer I end up looking after my little sister. You think you're living life tough? Well think again."

They continued the rest of the walk in silence and came to the Great Hall. Hermoine opened the doors and gasped.

A house elf bowed low to both Draco and Hermoine. They both took a look around and saw that the house tables had been shortened and that there were separate tables for each married couple to sit at.

"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy?" the house elf squeaked.

Both of them nodded, their jaws still slightly agape at the sight of the couples together.

"Please, follow me" he squeaked and led them to a vacant table that was next to Ginny and Blaise.

Hermoine and Draco sat down, Draco on the same side as Blaise, Hermoine on the same side as Ginny. Blaise and Draco started muttering a low conversation, casually glancing at their "wives" every now and again to make sure they weren't listening.

"Why do I have the feeling like the next four months are going to be spent acting like a stay home mom?" Hermoine sighed and pushed around some of the egg on her plate.

Ginny smirked and looked down at her stomach. "I hate this so much!" Ginny hissed. She then looked over to Blaise and her expression softened. "Well I don't hate that" she said indicating to Blaise, her eyes glazed over. "But I do hate this" she said pointing to her stomach.

Hermoine sighed. "Ginny calm down, you aren't the only one who's going through this. At least we don't actually have to have the babies, so that's a plus side. But I will not be looking forward to spending four months straight with him" she said tilting her head towards Draco who was deep in conversation with Blaise.

Ginny bit her lip. "I suppose you're right" she said hesitantly.

…………………..

"So when are you supposed to get, ya know, get the mark?" Blaise whispered to Draco.

"You think I'm actually going to get that thing?" Draco scoffed.

Blaise shrugged. "Well almost everyone in your family has one so I figured…"

"You figured I'd be just as stupid as my father" Draco finished for Blaise.

"No Draco, that's not what I meant" Blaise began.

"Yeh well that's what it sounded like to me." Draco turned to Hermoine. "You finished?" he asked quickly.

She nodded, slightly confused.

"Come on" he took her hand and held it tightly and dragged her away from the table that Blaise and Ginny were at.

"What are you doing?" Hermoine said trying to free her hand from his but not succeeding.

"What does it look like? Getting out of there." Draco rolled his eyes and continued to pull Hermoine.

Hermoine tried to pull against him. "Yeh, but why do you have to bring me with?" she asked, still not capable of getting away.

Draco stopped and turned to her, slowly edging her up against the wall. His expression was serious and his breathing rigid. Hermoine could feel his hot breath against her cheek. She turned her face to the side as he came in closer.

"Maybe it's because I have a thing for you Granger. Isn't that what you'd like to hear? But then again I may be lying and just don't want to wallow in my self pity by myself and figured that you have nothing better to do so I'm giving you the honor to do so."

He turned, took her hand and continued to their common room. They reached it and Draco let go of Hermoine's hand abruptly and stalked off towards his room.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing, Malfoy?"

Draco stood with his back turned away from her. He was slightly shocked to hear her cuss like that. It wasn't like Hermoine to do such a thing. Draco then turned on his heel and walked towards her, an icy stare and his famous sneer plastered on his face.

"Don't talk to me like I'm nothing, Granger. I'm not that low. But unfortunately for you, your blood does seem to be a bit on the tainted side, so why don't you shut your mouth and respect those who are above you?" Draco said while cocking an eyebrow at her.

It was then that Hermoine had lost it. The next thing that Draco saw was a hand coming towards him and his cheek started stinging quite badly. His icy eyes glared at her as he raised a hand to where the sting was occurring.

"Don't you ever talk about tainted blood to me, Malfoy" she growled through gritted teeth. "You shouldn't be talking, you with your dark family. Their blood is tainted too. All they are is evil and that is one of the worst ways to have tainted blood in our society now a days."

That was the last straw for Draco, how dare she talk about his family like that, even if he wasn't like them and wanted nothing to do with them, she had no right to put him down like that! The mudblood would definitely have to pay, one way or another, he would most definitely get his revenge on her. He didn't know how, or when, but one day it would happen, and that was one thing he was sure of.

Hermoine had backed away from Draco and had her back turned towards him. He abruptly turned her around and pushed her against the wall.

"Don't you ever talk about me or my family like that ever again, you hear me?" he said in a menacing tone.

Hermoine wasn't the least bit frightened though. She had been through much worse than a silly threat from Malfoy, but she didn't like the position up against the wall like this very much.

"And what if I don't want to listen to you, sweetie?" she asked and batted her eyelashes. "What if I feel what I want to do is what I decide to do and nobody can change my mind but me?"

He pushed himself closer to her, forgetting about her enlarged stomach and wiping the shocked expression off of his face fast enough so that Hermoine wouldn't have been able to even catch a glimpse of it.

"Well then I'll have to teach you a lesson, Miss Granger. One that I think you could either enjoy, or hate, it all really depends on how you look at."

He shut his mouth hastily, not believing the words that were coming out of his mouth. Since when did he come onto Hermoine Granger without even realizing it?

A nervous look came over Hermoine's face and she pushed past Draco quickly.

"I just forgot I had to do something…" she said, her voice trailing off as she hurried over to her door.

When she closed the door she fell backwards onto her bed and buried her face in her hands. "What am I going to do?" she moaned.

Outside, in their common room, Draco sat down on the couch, completely and totally tongue tied. What's gotten into me, he thought.