The next day at lunch, Ron and Hermione were at it again as usual. "Hermione I really am a BURPPPP…gentleman…sorry 'Mione," he said with an embarrassed look. "See Ronald, this is exactly what I mean," she replied, feeling slightly sorry that she was hurting his feelings. She couldn't keep her mind from drifting, however. There were so many boys! And so little time! (Or so it seemed) "What do I do? I don't know who to choose!" she said to herself. "Or better yet, I can't!" And she continued to beat herself up over the mess and stalked out of the Great Hall, talking to herself all the way to the common room.

When she got to her dormitory, she found a surprise on her bed. There, on her pillow, were tiny gold earrings, which twinkled like stars. "Oh my," Hermione gasped, and picked them up for a closer look. There was just a small note that said, "I had fun the other night. We should do it again sometime. Literally. Enjoy the earrings. See you tomorrow, Draco." "He is the most charming boy I think I've ever met." Hermione said to herself, as she put on the earrings and headed for the dungeons. She was anxious to say "Thank You" early, and she also wanted to let Draco know about her apprehensions from the other night.

When she got inside the dungeons, Draco was the first to speak. "Those earrings look so good on you," he said, bedazzled. "Thanks Draco, it was so thoughtful of you, but I really must insist that we sit down." "Starting already, are we?" he said with a smirk, "We just had fun the other night." "No, Draco I don't mean that..."she replied with hesitation, "We never used protection…I could be pregnant! Why didn't we think of that before we had our 'fun'?" She looked at him solemnly and her expression demanded him to speak. "Well, baby, I thought of it…it's just too bad you didn't." Something inside Hermione's head clicked as she let out all her rage. "You bas----! You knew all along that we weren't using protection, just so I'd get pregnant! How could you! I trusted you!" Now her eyes were filling with hate, and she felt hot tears approaching her eyes. "You're a mudblood," he said. "It's not my fault that you have to pay for what you've done. Now I've given you a night of pleasure and earrings that are worth more than you are! And what do you have to say? 'Why didn't you tell me Draco?' " He mimicked in a high voice. "This is all you're fault, Draco," he mimicked again. "Well, guess what 'Herms', you're just a dirty little mudblood and you should be thankful! Now give me back those damn earrings if you are so ungrateful and get out!" Hermione's head was spinning. She was suddenly feeling dizzy. And the next thing she knew, she was being taken to the hospital wing.