Author's notes: Well, here I am again, and it didn't take as long as I thought it would. I know this chapter's rather short, and probably not very interesting to some of you, but it's the way the story goes. The next chapter will take a little longer, since I'm going away on Wednesday, and I won't have time to finish it before that. But check in on Thuseday next week, and it should be up. And it should make you all happy to know that I've written the end, which usually makes me write the rest a little faster lol
666Morgan La Fey777: Well, I couldn't really tell you if you're right, that would spoil the story, don't you think? But you should find out in this chapter. And thanks so much for still liking the story. I can't promise that it'll always be great, but I'm planning on keeping it rather short, not too many chapters, so it should stay sharp the whole way lol Thanks for the review!
EquestrianBabe: I try really hard to avoid those clichés, but the problem is that most of the things that are good are cliché. So it's hard. But I try, and I think that I can allow myself to put in one or two clichés every now and then, don't you think? ;-) But thanks for pointing it out, and thanks for the review!
SugarQuill Cutie:That was a fun review, I loved it :-D It was interesting what you said about Harry/Ron/Ginny ignoring Hermione, I haven't really thought about it, but you're right, they usually do in these kind of fics. Or maybe not ignore, but they aren't mentioned that very much. But they will be in this fic, almost more than Draco. If that's not saying too much...? Anyways, thanks for the funny review!
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Part II
Hermione was pacing the floor of the Head's common room, anger boiling inside her. Where's Draco? she asked herself. He should be back by now. At the same moment, the portrait guarding the entrance opened and Draco walked in, looking, as always, as if he didn't have a care in the world. Hermione stopped walking and just looked at him, waiting for him to notice her.
"Hello lovely," he said with a smile and walked over to her. "Missed me today?" He tried to put his arms around her and kiss her, but Hermione put up a hand and took a step backwards. He raised his eyesbrows, and then he saw the anger burning in her eyes. "Okay, what did I do this time?"Hermione closed her eyes and counted slowly to ten. What did I do this time? What a typical thing for him to say. As if he wanted to play the victim. And saying it with irony, as if she found faults in everything he did.
She opened her eyes. "What do you think?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, to me it seems like everything I do is wrong."
Hermione took a deep breathe, trying to stay calm. "No, Draco, not everything. But flirting with other girls is deffinetely wrong."
He sat down in one of the couches and put his feet on the table, smiling that smile that either made her furious or weak to the knees (unfortunatley, it had the same effect on every single girl in the school), and right now, Hermione was the former.
"Well, you can't blame me for wanting to have a little fun without you, sweetie. I know you feel the same way."
"Feel the same way about what?" Hermione fought hard to keep from shouting. "I don't feel like shagging every male inhabitant in here. I don't feel like flirting with the younger boys to make them do me favours-"
Draco put up his hands in front of him. "Slow down, Hermione, you know I'm just teasing you-"
"It's not funny, Draco!" Hermione yelled. She knew he mainly did it out of fun, because he thought it was amusing to see her mad, but she couldn't shake off the suspision that he also did it because he didn't think she was enough, that he needed more than she could give him. "I don't think it's fun to sit and watch while you entertain every girl that comes your way just to make me mad."
Draco's smile grew even wider. "To me it sounds like you're jealous, precious."
Hermione almost screamed at that. Mainly because he called her one of those awful nicknames he knew she hated, but also because he was right.
"Don't call me that! And I am not jealous, you're not worth that much." She swallowed. "You can't be jealous when you don't care about someone."
Draco's eyes narrowed and he rose from the couch, towering above her, almost a head taller than she was. "So you don't care about me, do you? That's very different from what I thought." His voice was cooler than the lake in January.
Hermione didn't say anything, she just stared into his eyes, those beautiful silver-grey eyes that could make her feel warm inside. But right now, they were grey as steel, grey from anger, and Hermione found that despite that, she couldn't look away.
But after a moment, she couldn't bare to just look at him without saying anything. "What does it matter to you what I think? If you cared at all about me, you wouldn't flirt with other girls." She couldn't keep a little hint of bitterness from resounding in her voice. But it didn't have any visible effect on Draco.
His eyes narrowed even more. "Well then, if we don't care about each other, then there's no point in staying together. And I guess you won't object too much if I break up with you then."
For a moment, Hermione felt hurt, but then she put up a stern face. "You took the words right out of my mouth, sweetie. I only wish I could move out of here so I wouldn't have to live under the same roof as you!" She turned her back to him and began climbing the stairs to the bedrooms.
"You won't have to move!" she heared Draco shout from downstairs. "Believe me, I will stay far away from you. Mudblood!"
Hermione stopped dead at the last word. He hadn't called her that for a very long time. For a moment she felt like crying, but then she rushed over to the banister.
"The end of the world wouldn't be far enough, bloody Death Eater!" she screamed, and then she ran back to her door, entered her room and slammed the door behind her.
No, I don't want to wake up, Hermione thought, keeping her eyes tightly shut, trying to make the dream return.
"...wake up soon, but she has to stay here tonight."
"But can you tell me what's wrong with her?"
That voice. It was Ginny's. She was standing in another room, talkingto the school nurse, Madam Pomfrey. Hermione quickly opened her eyes and looked around. She was in the hospital wing. But what am I doing here? I don't remember.Hermone thought hard for a moment, and then her mind cleared and the memory returned. She'd been arguing with Ginny in the library, and when she'd risen from her seat, she'd become dizzy and everything had gone black. I fainted, Hermione established. Yet another sign trying to turn my life upside down. She looked around, found her bag on the bedside table, grabbed it and ran out of the hospital wing.
An hour later, Hermione was sitting on her bed, trying to make reality go away. She stared at thepiece of paperin her hand. Two weeks late. How come she hadn't noticed that before? But she had. She'd just chosen not to think about it. And for good reasons. But now she'd have to pay the price.
There's still the possibility that I'm wrong though, she tried to tell herself, hoping as never before that she was. But she couldn't ignore all the facts that were gathering in front of her. She didn't know much about these kind of things, but she knew enough to know that she had to go and talk to Madam Pomfrey, whether she liked it or not.
Hermionefell back against the pillows. The sooner I go there the better, she thought. But what if I'm right? Will I be able to handle it? Well, there was only one way to find out, and the sooner the better. But not yet. For just a few more moments, Hermione wanted to be a careless teenager. That's easy with my life, she thought sarcastically and turned to lay on her side. She thought about the dream she'd had when she was unconscious. It wasn't really a dream, it was a memory, it had really happened. She and Draco had had one of their not so unusual quarrels. They hardly every agreed on anything, and if they weren't making love, they were standing on opposite sides of a room, screaming at each other.And it wasn't a very unusual thing that one of them broke up either, but Hermione had doubted every time that they'd ever get back together. But they always had, when one or both of them had become too lonely. She'd thought that they belonged together, no, she'd known it, and she still believed in it, but she also knew that it was impossible.
She slowly sat up on the bed and dried the tears she hadn't noticed were falling. She'd thought that breaking up would solve all her problems, but no. She just might be in the middle of the worst problem she'd ever face.
She rose from the bed. Whether she was right or wrong, nothing could be worse than uncertainty. It was in the middle of the night, but she had a feeling that the nurse would excuse the late visit.
An hour later, she sat on one of the beds in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was in her office, checking the tests she'd done on Hermione. When Hermione had told her why she was there, the nurse hadn't looked surprised, as Hermione had thought she would, but instead she'd said, "That's what I thought too," and asked Hermione to sit down on one of the beds. She'd then run the tests, which had taken a surprisingly long time, and went into her office to check them.
Why is she taking so long? Hermione wondered. Whether I am or not, I want to know.
She looked at her watch but didn't register the time. She looked around the room but didn't see it. She tried to hum a little, but it sounded false even to her own ears, so she fell silent again.
After what seemed like an eternity, the nurse came out, wearing a both stern and sympathetic look. Hermione tried to speak, but nothing came out, so she swallowed and tried again.
"What was the result?" The nurse didn't say anything, just shook her head, and Hermione knew right then. "So I really am pregnant then?"
Madam Pomfrey nodded, very heavily, Hermione thought, and said, "Yes, Miss Granger, you are."
Author's notes: Yes, I know, not very original really, and some of you had already guessed what would happen. But now you know for sure, hope you don't mind. And you all know the ruels:
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