Disclaimer: I don't own J.K Rowlings characters, plots, places, or things. I just described a noun didn't I?

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Summary: Post-Hogwarts : After a crazy night of party hopping with Ginny Weasley, Hermione becomes pregnant. D/Hr, GW/HP This story is a mix between the songs "Zoe Jane" by Stain'd and "Blurry" by Puddle of Mudd.

Note: Last chapter is more like a prologue, but it's listed as a chapter. I'm going to continue with the Chapter system so this is actually Chapter 1, however I wrote it as Chapter 2.

Tilly Athene

Chapter 2: Rough Mornings

Hermione woke the next morning in a complete stupor. Her head was splitting in two and her body ached with incredible intensity. Sitting up, she noticed a hand slowly slide off her waist as a soft groan emitted from underneath the blankets. Hermione, after many years of clubbing, was used to this situation. So with great delicacy she slid off the bed to begin the search for her clothes.

As her back was turned away, a tuft of hair and two greenish eyes peeked out from under the silky gold covers. Hermione pulled her blue jean trousers on without putting her black thong back on; it had gotten lost with in the folds of the sheets. She stretched her pale, slender back and quickly pulled on her black sequin halter, trying to avoid a confrontation with the man she had met the night before.

Hermione walked toward the door, hoping it wouldn't make a noise when she snuck out. Just as her hand touched the door knob, a rough voice pierced the air.

Leaving already?" The man asked from behind her. She hear the bed squeak in irritation as a body moved to sit-up. Hermione stopped and breathed in deeply. She had never been caught, so this was a irritating situation for her.

"Most men wouldn't want the girl to stick around," she said without turning to look at him.

"You would regard me as most men?" The sound of footsteps rang against the floor.

"No, and maybe... Yes." Her breath became varied.

"Turn," he commanded.

Hermione placed her long fingers on the door knob slowly.

"Please," he said softly barely begging. Hermione put her hand to her side and sighed, as she slowly turned to him.

When they finally faced each other their breath hitched. Hermione took a step back in fear. The night before the two had shared something more than just a passionate one night stand and that's what Hermione was scared of the most. Draco Malfoy stood in front of her, a nightmare of the past with a gaze as strong as Apollo's. He stepped forward, eyes filled with confusion.

"Granger?" Draco asked already knowing it was her. In one quick movement , Hermione opened the door and ran out. She had never run away from anything in her life, but her instinct to get away was too strong. Hermione ran down a hallway, around a corner and apparated out of the house.

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When Hermione appeared at her appointment her mind was spinning. She was ready to wretch at the love she had shared the previous night.

"There's no such thing as safe sex with Draco Malfoy," she whispered to herself constantly as she putzed in and out of rooms. She stopped for a quick minute in order to open a bottle of Ibuprofen to cure her aching body, then she continued to rant. Finally she walked into the kitchen and sighed. There was nothing to change the past now, she decided.

"Hello?" a feminine voice called throughout the house. Hermione grinned forgetting about her situation, and ran to the door. Hermione pressed "talk" on the intercom and said giddily, "Come on up Tonks." She then pressed the open button and assumed Tonks would come up.

Hermione quickly changed into a black skirt and a gray sweatshirt, then ran back to the door to open it for the metamorphosing friend.

"Wotcha 'Mione!" Tonks grabbed the brunette into a tight hug. Tonk had her hair in rigid lime green spikes that sprang from her head in every which way. Her eye's were a piercing gray and a ring cut through a freckled splashed button nose. She wore red cargo capris and a white shirt.

"Tonks! How are you?" Hermione kissed the older woman's cheek. Tonks stepped back to take a good look at Hermione

"Good, good. How are you? I see a man hasn't yet been able to tie you down yet." Tonks stepped out of her heels when she entered the threshold of the apartment and followed Hermione into the kitchen.

"No, still as independent as ever." The brunette laughed , pouring water into a tea kettle . "How's Harry?" She asked turning around and looking upset all of a sudden. She hadn't visited Harry in week's, so she was overall glad that Tonks came to visit her and she lived in Grimmuald with Harry.

"Good. He comes out more often than before. Probably lonely for human companionship. He eats his meals with Remus and I, and talks to us during them. Well, barely, but it's better then before."

Hermione remembered the time when she personally had to explain that Harry had been in a coma for a year after he killed Voldemort. Hermione turned back to the kettle with a grim expression on her face and watched steam come out of it. "Things have been tough for Harry, but the world will move on for him."

Tonks was silent as she mused over life in Grimmuald, her reverie broke as she saw a purple patch of skin on Hermione's neck.

"Mione, Cor?" the green haired woman grinned. Hermione turned around and looked at her grinning friend.

"Yes?"

"What is that on your neck?"

"What are you talking about?" Hermione gave Tonks a weird look and began to search her neck.

"It's on the back."

Hermione placed her hand directly on the bruise and hissed.

"What the bloody hell-." Hermione ran out of the kitchen and into the bathroom across the hall. Tonks followed closely behind, giggling to herself.

"It's a hickey!" She sang as Hermione stomped her foot in a huff.

"Shut up," Hermione growled marching back across the hall to the whistling kettle.

"Who is he?" Tonk sat down again.

Hermione pulled down two tea kettles and tea balls from the cupboard and poured hot water into them. She placed them on the table and opened the refrigerator.

"Hungry?" Hermione asked, pulling out cold scones and butter.

"No, I'm up 9 stones now a days." Tonks replied, wiggling her nose. Slowly the color of her hair changed to a light brown, and she had slight wrinkles on her face. However the nose ring remained, giving her the look of a old biker chick.

"Sorry to hear that," Hermione sat down and placed a tea ball in her cup.

"You're not going to change the subject on me! Now tell me, who was it?" Tonks grinned into her cup as she took a sip.

Hermione sighed and looked up into the hazel eyes of her peer.

"Draco Malfoy."

Silence ensued.

"Nice..." Tonks ears perked up.

"... I hate you..." Hermione seethed at the woman in front of her.

"You guys we're destined! He's smart, your smart! Your a good person, he's... well.. good enough!"

"Yeah," Hermione mumbled to herself as the chipped lady in front of talked inanely.

Hermione zoned out to the chatter of her good friend. She didn't want the situation to go on any longer. Her source of relief in her life used to be to study. Now-a-day's it was to party and have someone else relieve her of the pain she had seen everyday for 3 years.

During the war she had become lead researcher and a spy for the Order and afterwards she had filled in the position as Potions teacher at Hogwarts. Life was getting better as days went by and there would be hell if she aloud a man to come into her life.

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A/N: Thanks much to my amazing Beta who took time out of our Hon. English and Ceramics class in order to spell check my story! KUDOS TO YOU! Not much on this end, other than my grammar still being bad, so please forgive me! Anyways Review please.

That's the old A/N. This is the new one. So yeah… I had to re-spell check it and everything before I started posting again. The next chapter will be soon. Peace!