Author's Note: Thanks so much to KATARINA, for being my outstanding "TIPPER"! Everyone be sure to check out her upcoming story!
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Later, at 8:00 that night, Hermione planned on meeting Draco outside the dungeons. He told her he had a surprise for her. "Maybe this is my chance," she thought to herself as she was heading down the marble staircase. "Maybe this time, everything will be better. We'll be a couple again and all will be well." She didn't realize how much she had on her mind because before she knew it, her hand was knocking on the door of the dungeons lair. "Hermione! You're right on time!" said Draco happily, opening the door and letting her in. As soon as she stepped foot inside, she was stunned. The dungeon no longer looked like a dungeon, but a beautified piece of a romantic dream. The floor was laid with a gorgeous white carpet of what looked like soft clouds, tossed with red rose petals. The stone fireplace had a roaring fire, crackling romantically. The couch had been dressed in silk, and there was a tea set on the coffee table. Draco was in his best satin robes with his hair lacking gel, and Hermione decided that he looked simply dashing. "Right this way, to château Draco," he said with a smile. She giggled and proceeded to sit on the couch. "It's so amazing Draco, how did you do it?" she asked as he poured them some tea. "Let's not worry about that right now," he said, and he handed her a cup. "I wanted to bring you here to talk about…us. I've been having second thoughts on Pansy Parkinson…oh Hermione you know you're so much better! I try to go out with other girls to get my mind off of you but it's useless! So many other guys want to be with you and I want to be the one!" Hermione sat patiently until she thought he was calm. "Draco, I like you too, but if we did…you know, go out, there would have to be some rules." "Anything," he replied, exasperated. "We do what I want," she said with a devilish grin. She surprised herself with how bold she was being. Why couldn't she have led on the other guys the way she led on Draco? She put down her tea and gave Draco a kiss like the beat of butterfly wings. He returned the favor, and everything else that happened that night is history.
Hermione stood before the fat lady. "Password?" she said sleepily. "Dumbledore Honors", Hermione replied. "Go in", said the fat lady. And as Hermione crawled through the portrait hole, she could hear the fat lady's distant, erupting snores. As her feet hit the ground of the common room, she was given a fright by a sudden shrill voice. "Where in bloody hell have you been?" said Ginny, in her night gown, "It's 3 o'clock in the morning!" "Oh my god", said Hermione startled, "You scared the crap out of me! I was just umm…yeah well I uhh…," her voice trailed off. "Oh dear…it's about a boy isn't it Hermione? You have that stupid twinkie in you're eye again!" "Don't you mean twinkle, Ginny?" said Hermione, suppressing laughter. "Oh…yeah, I guess so I…oh Hermione I've done a bad thing! I can't stop thinking about food!" said Ginny in a panic. "Well, Gin, just go get some…it's really not that hard…" "No, Hermione! I've been thinking about food all the time and I've been gaining weight because…I'm…I'm…" "You're what, Ginny?" "I'm pregnant Hermione! I'm pregnant okay!" And then huge tear drops began to stain her face. "Ginny! Why didn't you tell me sooner!" Then, as soon as those words came out of her mouth, Hermione knew what a stupid question it was, because if she herself had been pregnant, she wouldn't have told anyone until absolutely necessary. But Ginny began to explain. "It was Dean Thomas. I-I took things too far Herms…I meant to t-tell you earlier…It was just a k-kiss…but then…well it turned more passionate then I w-wanted it to but he wouldn't stop and then it began to feel so good so I just couldn't and now…oh Hermione m-my life is over! I'm too young to get married, and I'm too young to have a child! What will my m-mother think? She won't let me go back to the burrow! Father still working for the ministry is out of the q-question if Scrimageour has anything to do with it! Ron is going to think I'm a total slut, and I'm already TWO months p-pregnant!" Ginny sobbed with the biggest tears Hermione had ever seen. She slowly smoothed Ginny's hair, and realized why Professor Flitwick wasn't in his office. Dean had used that as a diversion, she'd later figure out. She tried to comfort Ginny, and told her everything was going to be okay, but knowing that the chances of a happy ending weren't likely.
For the next few days, Hermione couldn't stop thinking not only about the news of Ginny's young pregnancy, but also the night she had spent with Draco. He was so romantic and considerate and all those things that just dazzled her. He was an expert, and he knew exactly how to get her excited. He touched her in ways that made her feel as if she were flying. During last period, Hermione came to a terrible flashback. "SH--!" she thought to herself. "WE NEVER USED PROTECTION!" Hermione's face went pale. She ran as fast as she could into the bathroom and leaned over the toilet to throw up, while being taunted and teased by Moaning Mertle. "One little night's fun is all it takes!" she shrieked with laughter, "One little night's fun is all it takes, before you PAY THE PRICE! Ha ha!" "Shut up, Mertle!" said Hermione with tears in her eyes. She came out of the stall and went over to look at herself in the mirror. Her over-volumized brown hair, her puffy, red cheeks, her miserable brown eyes, and her half frowning lips all seemed to say desperate. But then, a light of determination began to flicker in her eyes. From that day on she decided: She would help Ginny out with her pregnancy, but she herself would never turn out like Ginny Weasley, pregnant at the age of 15, even if she had to make it that way herself.
