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A/N: Well, thank you so much to all my reviewers. I hope that I wasn't to obvious when I was saying what was wrong with Hermione, but there is also some mystery involved. But anyway, read and I'll explain later.

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Chapter 16

Positive and Problems

Dumbledore came back in about 10 minutes later. Draco had already gotten off of Hermione's bed, as to not be suspicious. Madam Pomfrey followed Dumbledore in.

"Poppy, please do the proper tests," Dumbledore said as he walked back over to the bed. "Miss Granger, I'm sorry I ever had doubt in you. I want to say that I am sorry for what happened, Mr. Weasley is being sent home on the train tomorrow."

"Thank you, Headmaster."

Madam Pomfrey came back out of her office with a syringe and rubbing alcohol. She cleaned a spot on Hermione's arm and inserted the needle into one of her veins. After the syringe had filled with the red sticky substance that was Hermione's blood, Madam Pomfrey pulled it out and then walked back into her office.

They waited.

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Ron was feeling horrible as well. Why had he admitted to it? Why? Why didn't he say that she was just delusional, that she was too tired from being sick to know who it was? Now he was going home, to a mother that would probably murder him the minute she read the letter. For Dumbledore had sent a letter to her, telling her what he had done.

He was still going to find a way to fulfill his promise to Hermione; he was going to make sure she paid for this. He was not going to let her get off that easily. She was going to pay for making him look like a fool, she did exactly what he had told her not to do, and whom did she go tell, the very person that started all of this; the person who had taken her from him. Oh, he would pay, too. They would both pay.

"Miss Granger, I'm sorry, but it's positive," Madam Pomfrey said to her when she came out of her office.

Hermione broke out into fresh tears. What was she going to do? How was she going to make this work? She couldn't possibly juggle schoolwork, her nightmares, and having a baby. She was already not getting enough sleep. What was she supposed to do?

"Why did this have to happen to me?" she cried, sounding remarkably like Harry. "What did I ever do wrong?"

"Miss Granger, we will make sure that you are very well taken care of. Also, I need to have a private word with you about your nightmares." He looked up at Draco and Madam Pomfrey, who both nodded and left the room.

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Draco was thinking about what had happened. He had just told her that he was falling for her, then he found out that she was pregnant. What was this going to do to their newfound relationship? Would she have the baby? Would she drop out of school? What was going to happen to her?

He sat down against the wall outside the infirmary. He wanted her to just be okay. But why was she all of a sudden so sick? Why had she been this sick? Morning sickness was not supposed to happen this quick, especially before she was even pregnant. So was it really that, or was it something worse…

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"You can come back in now," Dumbledore said as he poked his head out of the infirmary doors.

Draco walked back in and saw that Hermione was sleeping again. He took up his residence at the stool next to her bed again. He put his elbows on her bed and just watched her as she slept, wondering what Dumbledore had talked to her about.

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Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore made their way out to the hall. Dumbledore also had to talk to her.

"Do you get the feeling that he actually cares for her?" Dumbledore questioned her.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you get the feeling that Mr. Malfoy actually cares about Ms. Granger's health?"

"Well, yes, he seems to be really shaken up about this whole ordeal," Poppy answered.

"Yet three weeks ago they were still enemies, they yelled at each other constantly. What happened to them?"

"I'm not sure Professor, but it is nice to see the softer side of someone that it has never been seen in before."

"I know, but it also scares me."

"Why?"

"Well, it has to do with Ms. Granger's nightmares…"

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Hermione woke up feeling better. She didn't know how she could possibly feel better after what she had gone through in the last couple of days. She wasn't sure how to react to all of this new information. And on top of that Dumbledore had told her something about her dreams. It made complete sense; it would explain so many things. But somewhere deep down in her heart, she did not want it to be true. There were things in her dreams that she didn't want to be true.

When she opened her eyes, she found that it was dark. There was no sunlight coming through the windows. She looked to her side to find Draco sleeping with his head on the bed, and the rest of his body falling off of the stool. She decided to wake him up; he needed to go back to his common room.

"Draco…" she said softly while tapping him gently on the shoulder.

"No, I don't want to…NO!" he suddenly screamed in his sleep.

"Draco, wake up," Hermione said a little louder.

"I don't want to, you can't make me…please no…"

"Draco, wake up!" she said louder, shoving his shoulder in an attempt to wake him from his nightmare. But instead he fell off of the chair and onto the ground, waking up in the process.

"What the hell?" Draco said as he rubbed his head where it had hit the floor.

"I'm sorry; you were screaming about something in your sleep, I thought you would want to be woken up. You might want to go back to your own room."

"I was having a nightmare."

"I could tell."

"I don't want to go back there, I like it better here."

"Why? You didn't look too comfortable."

"Anywhere near you is comfortable," he said with a smile.

"That was so cheesy," Hermione said giving out a small laugh; she didn't have much energy for it.

"I know," he said, giving her a kiss "But it's true."

"Well, there is enough room on the bed, if you want to sleep up here," she said slyly before turning over and closing her eyes.

Draco sat there for a moment; he didn't know what to do. Was she being serious? He figured that she was and he would take the chance, so he climbed onto the bed, and draped his arm over her stomach, snuggling his face into her hair.

Hermione smiled inwardly, he was so…perfect. She fell asleep thinking about him. Draco fell asleep thinking of her. For the moment, all of their problems were on hold.

A/N: Sorry this is a really short chapter, but at least you get the gist of what is going on. The next chapter is sort of pointless, well, not really because it has somewhat to do with the plot, but you'll find that out later.