"It's Not That Hard!"

"I don't want to!" Hermione screamed.

"Neither do I, but we have to!" Draco yelled back.

"Well hopefully I conceive the first time so we never have to do it again," Hermione sighed.

"I know a spell that increases fertility, so you will. But that's not the problem."

"Then what is?" she asked.

"How am I supposed to get off to that?" he said, gesturing to her body.

Hermione scoffed defiantly but hung her head; she was already self-conscious of her less-than-attractive body, but having Draco Malfoy put down her looks hurt more than she could imagine. "Can we just get this over with?"

"I can't," Draco complained.

"Why?" Hermione asked innocently.

"How am I supposed to get off to you if I can't even get hard at the thought of you?" Draco answered with a question.

"Then pretend I'm someone else!" Hermione yelled, still embarrassed at him not even thinking her the least but attractive.

"It's not that easy!" he yelled back.

"You're a guy! It's not that hard!" Hermione screamed. Then she sighed and hung her head. "Give me a second," she said as she turned around and went into the bathroom. A few minutes later Pansy Parkinson came out.

Draco looked at the pug-faced Slytherin in disgust. "Like that is any better!" he yelled at the imposter. Pansy scoffed at him and turned her back to him again.

When she was in the bathroom Hermione removed the spells. She had been sure that he liked Pansy, but he seemed just as disgusted. Finally she raised her wand and pointed it at herself in contempt. In five minutes she had completely redone herself by magic.


Draco waited outside the bathroom for Hermione to finish whatever she was doing. He hoped that she wasn't turning herself into Bulstrode. He would rather do Pansy, or even Hermione, before Bulstrode. Draco reluctantly raised his head as Hermione stepped out of the bathroom again. What he saw made his jaw drop.

"Holy shit, Granger!"

"Good or bad, Malfoy?" Hermione asked. She wasn't in the mood to play guessing games.

"I can work with that," he said, looking her up and down. "I can definitely work with that."

"Great, so the only way that I'm at all attractive is if I change the way I look," Hermione mumbled. "At least I only have to do it once."

"Yeah sure," Draco said still staring at her tight shirt and massively large breasts. Yes, he could definitely work with this.

"So can we just get this over with?" Hermione asked, trying to keep from getting sick at the thought of doing anything with the drooling prat in front of her. "Or better yet," Hermione interrupted herself. "First, could you change your appearance too?"

Draco snapped his head away from her chest to meet her eyes in defiance. "What?" he asked through gritted teeth. No one thought him unattractive. No one.

"Well, I'm not quite sure I can get off to that pale body. You look like a corpse."

"Excuse me?"

"You look dead, do you ever go outside?"

"Yes I go outside; I don't see what that has to do with anything. Why don't you find me, Draco Malfoy, attractive?"

"You look like a vampire; do you even have a reflection?"

"YES!"

"I wouldn't be so sure," Hermione said dismissively.

Draco started at her in shock. Finally he re-gathered his composure. "Only I have to 'get off,' as it has been so eloquently put, for you to get pregnant. You don't have to enjoy it one bit," he said simply.

"Well, why should you have all the fun?"

"You think this is fun?" Draco yelled.

"Well the way you were drooling over me earlier!"

"Well, you look hot!" he screamed before clapping his hand over his mouth and mumbling "Shit!" under his breath.

"Well obviously," Hermione said.

"Look Granger, can we please just get this over with so I can go back to hating you and not wanting to jump you?"

"Whatever," Hermione mumbled under her breath. She sat on the bed and waited for Draco to do what he had to do.

Draco waved his ebony want and both of them were naked in a second. Hermione looked on his body in disgust, he was so…pale, but at least it was only this once…