Author's notes: Ok, so over here it's Wednesday, and I promised you this chapter yesterday, but I haven't had time. But here it is, and I most say that I'm quite proud of it, it's one of the better, except for the ending, which I love. No, no more about that, on to the thank you:s:
SugarQill Cutie:Yes, that conversation between Hermione and Draco was a flashback, a memory Hermione dreamt when she was unconscious. I added it to show what their relathionship was like, that they fighted a lot over nothing at all. Once again, thank for another funny review, I love them lol
Weaselbee: The goal is to write as few clichés as possible, but it's not easy, so I apologize in advance for future misshaps lol But I think I can allow myself to be little cliché sometimes. Thanks for the review.
Auddie: Cliffhanger? Did I write a cliffhanger? I wasn't even aware of that, that's nice. And I thought I couldn't do them lol Anyway, here's the answer. Part of it anyway. Thanks for the review.
Anna-Belle Malfoyx3: Was that mean? You mean making her pregnant? Well, that's what the whole story is about, so sorry lol And please don't hex me, or you won't get your story. I promise, I won't let you down. Thanks for the review!
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Part III
When Hermione left the hospital wing, she went straight to the Owlery and sent an owl to Harry and Ron telling them she was sick, and then she went back to her bed and didn't move from underneath the covers untill the next evening. She spent the whole night, and the major part of the following day too, thinking. And one thought insisted on creeping into her mind all the time. How could I be as stupid as to let this happen?
Hermione only left her bed to go to the bathroom, but she didn't eat anything, and she didn't do anything but think. She turned the problem, looked at it from every possible angle, even considered the idea that both she and Madam Pomfrey and the tests were wrong, but she only came to one conclusion. She was pregnant. She was carrying Draco Malfoy's child. The thought almost made her laugh. When the news got out, it would raise more than one pair of eyebrows. Pureblood Draco Malfoy and muggleborn Hermione Granger had been sleeping together. And not just that. They'd alowed it give results.
Could my life get any worse? Hermione thought. Now I can't keep lying anymore. To anyone. I'll have to tell Harry, Ron and Ginny that I'm pregnant. And I'll have to tell Draco too. Hermione swallowed hard, feeling as if she had a snake in her stomach that was trying to get out. How would Draco react when she told him. She had her ideas about that. They'd end up like they always did, shouting from opposite sides of a room, blaiming each other. Merlin, Hermione thought. It's a pretty mess I've gotten myself into. And I can't just carry it all on my own. I have to tell Draco. Tonight.
At six she decided she should get out of bed, so she took a shower and put on a pair of jeans and a shirt. Since it was dinnertime, she thought she should probably go down to the Great Hall and get something toeat, but the mere thought of food made her insides turn, so instead she went down to the common room and sat down on the couch to wait for Draco to return. Five minutes later, the portrait opened and he emerged. He closed the portrait behind him, and when he turned around and saw Hermione, he stopped dead.
"Hey," Hermione said, sounding more confident than she felt.
"Hi," Draco answered, asuspicious note in his voice. And Hermione couldn't blame him. They hadn't talked since the night they broke up, and here she was, sitting waiting for him when he got back. It must look very suspicious.
"I'd like to talk to you, Draco," Hermione continued, still gazing into his eyes. Merlin, those eyes!
"Well, I don't really have time right now," he said and started walking again through the common room. "I have loads of homework to finish by tomorrow." He'd now reached the stairs and started climbing them, as if marking the end of the discussion.
Hermione took a deep breath. "Draco, I'm pregnant," she blurted out with closed eyes before she could stop herelf.
She heared hoim stop walking, and then turn around and come down the stairs again. She opened her eyes to see him sit down on the couch opposite from hers.
"Allright, you've got me listening," he said, with a hint of a smile in the corners of his lips. "What did you want to talk about?"
Hermione didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought she was joking, when it was actually the complete and honest truth.
She looked into his eyes and said it again, "No, really, I am pregnant."
Draco stared at her for a moment, a very intense glare that made Hermione think her fingernails very interesting.
"You're serious," she heared him say. Hermione just nodded without lifting her head.
"Oh, Merlin!" Hermione looked up and saw that Draco had put his head in his hands. She still didn't say anything, thinking that what he'd just said summed up her feeling too.
For a moment they were quiet, but then Draco broke the silence. "And you're positive it's mine?" he asked and lifted his head.
Hermione felt the familliar irritation that she always felt almost every time Draco said anything. "Are you suggesting that I have gone and slept with someone else?" she asked in a cold voice.
Draco shrugged his shoulders. "How would I know?"
"And you think I'd tell you that I'm pregnant in the case?" Hermione wasn't even trying to stay calm. "Do you really think I would be that mean, or stupid? Pathetic loser!" She rose from the couch and walked over to the stairs.
"Allright, fine." She heared Draco also rise, ans she stopped walking. "Let us say that it actually is mine. Then why telling me?"
Hermione couldn't believe her ears, and she turned around and looked at him. "Are you being thick on purpose, Draco? Because, as you said, it's yours. That means: your problem too."
"Actually it's not." He came over to the stairs and lent against the banister. "It's your problem. It's your fault from the beginning , and therefor, you will have to take care of the consequences."
This time, Hermione thought her ears would fall off. "My fault!" she cried out. "How can any of this be my fault? It's just as much your fault in that case. Do I have to remind you, Draco Malfoy, that you have to be two to make a child? And that means two to deal with the consequences." She'd never felt angier before in her life.
Draco slowly came up the stairs and stopped one step below her, which still made him two inches taller than her. His voice was pure ice when he said, "Then, do I have to remind you, Hermione Granger, that it's you who got pregnant? You knew there was a risk that you would, and you should have removed that risk from the beginning."
Hermione stared at him. She wanted to scream at him, to burst into tears, to throw herself into his arms, or down the stairs, but when she spoke, her voice was just as cold and calm as his had been, all though her eyes were burning with rage.
"You know what? Forget I ever said anything. As you said, it's my problem." And she turned around and walked up the stairs and into her room. She sat down on her bed with her head in her hands. That went great, she thought. How could I ever have thought I was in love with that, that...bastard! But the anger was rapidly leaving her, making her feel helpless. What if all her friends would react like that? Saying that it was her own fault and leaving her to deal with it on her own. I can deal with it on my own! Hermione thought angrily. And then she remembered what Madam Pomfrey had said, "Come to me, dear, if you need to talk. I don't judge, remember that."
I don't need her, I can do this on my own, Hermione thought once again. But she wasn't angry anymore. That anger had left and made room for the hurt. The pain cause by the evil things Draco had said set in, and Hermione threw herself back on the bed and muffled her sobs with a pillow.
Author's notes: (Won't write what I always write, won't, won't, wo-)
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