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Chapter 6: Pleasant Surprises

The day of Hermione's looming ceremony grew ever closer. She could hardly believe that she, Hermione Granger, would become a person she had always hated. A Death Eater. How a muggleborn could try to kill muggles was beyond her, but obviously it was what Voldemort wanted. She was crying all the time now, and she had caught a flu, as well. 'Bloody fantastic. Just what I need when my life is ruined, to throw up from a stomach flu all the time.'

A few doors to her left, Draco Malfoy was thinking. How could he get into so many arguments with just one person? It seemed that to Granger every little thing he did was a capitol offense. They often got into spats over the stupidest things, because SHE was always so damn moody! And yet, he felt this strange attraction to her because of it, and -

Wait a minute. She was moody.

And she was always ordering weird foods from Risty.

Potter was killed 4 months ago...which left plenty of time...

He sprinted from the room and down the hall. He had to know, and he had to know, now.

Hermione heard loud banging on her door, accompanied by cries of "Granger, open up!" She decided not to. However, much to her dismay, Malfoy came in the room full force, anyway. He grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Granger, did you and Potter have sex right before he died?"

"I don't see how that's any of your business, Malfoy-"

"JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION!" He cut her off. Hermione was taken aback.

"Yes," She softly whispered, "We did." Suddenly, he got out his wand.

"Now, hold on a minute, just what do you think you're doing?" She demanded.

"Answering another question of mine." He sneered. He waved his wand over her stomach, and the tip of it glowed blue.

"Merlin. Granger, I think you should sit down." He gently steered her towards her bed and sat her on the edge.

"Granger...you're pregnant."

He left Hermione in shock, and raced to tell his father. Somebody needed to know, but the question was - What was going to happen?

Lucius Malfoy stormed into Voldemort's office. His face was to the fire.

"Well, master, Granger's ceremony is in one week."

"Yes, Lucius, I am quite aware. Thank you."

"And are you also aware that she is carrying Potter's child?"

Slowly, Voldemort turned to face him.

"I had hoped so, yes."

"What will happen when a pregnant woman receives the Dark Mark, my lord?"

"It is my hope that both she and her child will be just fine. I wouldn't want to risk the loss of such a promising young woman as Miss Granger, would I? You presume to think that I don't know what I am doing?"

"Of course not, my Lord." Lucius simpered. "I...merely wished to know."

"And now you do, Lucius. You may leave."

'So, I guess I don't have the stomach flu, after all.' Hermione thought to herself. She could hardly believe it. All this time she thought that Harry was gone, and now she was carrying his child. It might not be much, but it was something. She would have Harry's child!

This thought gave her something she hadn't felt in awhile. It gave her hope. Soon, Draco Malfoy came back into her room. He found her sitting on her bed, smiling at her stomach.

"Congratulations, Granger." He sneered.

"Thanks, ferret." She snarked back.

"So, how was Potty in bed, huh?" This time, he would not let her win the argument. He had started it and he would finish it.

"Why, are you researching, Malfoy? Is there something you aren't telling dear old Mum and Dad?"

"Why, do you think I'm gay, Granger? Because I assure you it is quite the opposite. Just ask Pansy."

"Oh, that's rich. Just because you make out with that dog on a regular basis does not mean you are straight."

"Sure Granger. So, what are you going to name it?" He was actually starting to like their arguments. She was the only one who could keep up with him. Of course, he'd never admit it.

"If it's a girl, I'm naming her Phoenix. If it's a boy, I'm naming him Alexander."

"So, you already know? Well, well, we have been planning for awhile."

"Sod off, Malfoy."

"Tsk, tsk, you'll want to be more careful what language you use around that stomach of yours. The baby might hear it!"

"Well, in that case, I won't want him or her to hear your scary voice, now will I? It might throw a fit."

"Watch it, Mudblood."

"Watch yourself, ferret."

They hadn't realized that the entire time they'd been fighting, they were moving closer. Malfoy grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her dead in her chocolate eyes. She stared straight back into his silver ones. They both felt the spark, but would later deny it. He couldn't handle it anymore. He leaned down and kissed her, releasing his passion. For a moment, she kissed him back, but then realized what she was doing. This was Draco sodding Malfoy! She pushed him away.

"If you ever try that again, ferret, I will take the wand I acquire next week and set fire to your libido."

Rejected my a Mudblood? He couldn't have that. No woman rejected Draco Malfoy, least of all Hermione Granger.

"Granger, you will regret the day when you rejected me."

He didn't know that she was kind of regretting it right now.

"Malfoy, do you really think you scare me? I will never regret it."

She looked him square in the eye. He glared back at her, and left the room.

Sodding Granger! Who did she think she was?

Hermione glared at his back as he left.

Sodding Malfoy! Who did he think he was?