Unfortunate Fates

Rating: R – contains some smut and language.

Summary: After the Graduation Party, the seventh year students decide to continue their celebrations at a nightclub in Hogsmead. Drinking, grinding, groping is abundant. But one Hermione Granger wants to stay a virgin. So, what happens? Uninvited guests Fred and George Weasley decide to spike her drink. Getting Hermione drunk proves to be a lot more fun than they first thought. She is quite the party animal. But as the night goes on, nobody can find her anymore. Nor can they find Draco Malfoy. Now, two months later, Hermione sits, comforted by her close friends as her life, and the one inside of her seems to be in shambles.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. It all belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling.


Chapter 5:

When Hermione awoke the next morning, she found herself in her parents' bed. She was a bit puzzled at first. How the fuck had she gotten here? But then she had remembered. Last night, she had done what she had done throughout her childhood when she was upset, she had slept in her parents' bed. Normally her father would be there too, but since she was no longer a small child, three grown adults could not fit in the queen sized bed, so he had slept in guest room, understanding that Hermione and her mother needed some time together and that something big had happened.

Looking over at the digital clock on the bedside table, Hermione saw that it was already eleven o'clock. She almost panicked about being late for work, when she realised that it was Saturday.

She settled back in the covers and tried to go back to sleep, but she couldn't. She kept thinking about Malfoy. No longer did she feel a burning hatred, but a sort of dull pain deep in her heart. She wished that all her problems would go away, but she knew that it wasn't possible. While talking to her mother the night before, she remembered her mother telling her: "Just keep your chin up and take things as they come. It will all work out; you just have to have the determination to cross over all the hurdles life places in front of you." It was good advice and Hermione was going to stick by it - for her sake, and her baby's sake.

She was lying in bed, remembering all the good times she had had with her muggle friends before she had heard of Hogwarts when her mother came in with breakfast. She sat on the edge of the bed while Hermione ate, watching her silently. Finally she said, "I told your father."

Hermione paused while she digested what her mother had said. She knew that her father would never do anything like throw her out of the house, but she was certain that he would be disappointed. That worsened the shame she was feeling.

"What did he say?" she asked, almost afraid of the answer.

Her mother cupped her cheek and forced Hermione to look into her eyes. "Sweetie, you've got to understand that your father and I are not angry with you. A little disappointed, yes, but definitely not angry. We will support you all the way, okay?"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Hermione only nodded. She had no more tears left, but there was a huge lump in her throat. She continued to eat her porridge in silence, dwelling on what she would do that day.

Later, when she felt brave enough to leave her parents' bedroom, Hermione went downstairs to tell her parents that she was going to Diagon Alley for the rest of the day.

She couldn't find her mother anywhere so she had no choice but to finally face her father. He was reading the weekend newspaper in the living room, just like he did every Saturday until lunch time. Hermione stood at the doorway, contemplating whether or not to speak. She decided to be brave and said, "Er, dad? I'm going to Diagon Alley now; tell mum I won't be home for tea. I'm going to be late."

She turned quickly and ran up the stairs to her bedroom before her father could speak.

She dressed quickly and went back downstairs. She was just opening the front door when her father called her name. She paused, wondering if she should just keep going and pretend that she didn't hear him. She decided against it. She shut the door slowly, stalling for time.

When she reached the living room, which wasn't very far at all, she saw that her father was smiling. He patted the seat next to him, inviting her to sit beside him. Nervously, Hermione sat, thinking of possible reasons why her father was smiling.

"Did you have breakfast?" he asked.

The question was so normal, so like her father, that Hermione almost cried again. "Yes," she answered quietly.

"You're not dressed properly to be going outside."

"What? Dad! I am too!" she protested.

"I am your father; I know what's best for you. It's freezing outside and you're not even wearing a jacket."

Hermione huffed, forgetting that she was depressed. How many times had she had this argument with him? "I'm not going to put on a jacket."

"Then I forbid you to step out of this house."

"I can apparate."

"You wouldn't dare."

The two glared at each other. It was now a battle of wills. After a minute of hard core staring, they both broke out in grins. Hermione gave her father a big hug. "Are you disappointed in me?" she asked hesitantly, remembering once again that she hadn't wanted to face her father.

Ted Granger stared long and hard at his daughter. She had grown up to be a beautiful young lady and an even more beautiful mind. He knew she wouldn't let this bog her down. She was a Granger after all.

"Do you want an honest answer or a dishonest answer?"

"Honest, please."

"Well, in that case, I am a little disappointed but I know that you are strong enough to pull through this. I mean, you do have my genes."

Hermione laughed and playfully punched him in the shoulder. She didn't feel do dirty and depressed now. "Thanks dad," she murmured as she pressed her lips to his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too."

She got up to leave now. If she didn't hurry, she would miss the sale a Madam Malkins Robes for Every Occasion.

"You are going to put on a jacket, young lady," her father barked before she could leave.

Hermione groaned. "Da-ad!"

Ted just glared at her. Sighing, Hermione trudged upstairs and grabbed her long overcoat and grudgingly put it on. Before she apparated though, she couldn't help first sticking her tongue out at her father. Ever the good sport, Ted poked his tongue out too.


When Hermione arrived at Diagon Alley, she silently thanked her father for making her wear a coat. It was freezing. She tied the belt around herself and rubbed her hands together in an attempt at keeping warm. She hurried into to Madam Malkins where it was nice and warm.

The shop was crowded with witches and wizards who were all hunting for bargains. Making her way through the mob, Hermione spotted a few people she knew from Hogwarts. She waved to the Patil twins who both were arguing about which colour best suited their skin tone. Seeing Hermione, the twins ushered her over.

"Hermione!" Padma screeched. "How lovely to see you again!"

"Yes," Parvati said. "It's been what, a whole month hasn't it?"

Hermione smiled. It was so nice to see some familiar faces after all this time.

"We must catch up," Parvati chattered on. "How about lunch at that new restaurant that opened up around the corner?"

The Split Toad was the new hype of Diagon Alley. It had opened three weeks ago and the critics were raving about it. Hermione had wanted to go check it out and what better way than to have two old friends with you?

"Sure, I'd love to." She moved towards the door, but Padma grabbed her arm.

"Not so fast. We have to get you some new robes first."

Hermione tried to protest, but the twins turned deaf ears to her pleas. The two were infamous about their style of shopping which was very demanding as they were very picky about style, colour and quality.


For the next half an hour, Hermione was forced to try on a multitude of different robes until the twins were happy with just one. It was the latest style, black, extremely revealing and oh so expensive, even after 25 off.

"It's beautiful, but I just can't," Hermione griped. "It's just too expensive."

"Nonsense!" Padma said. "A girl has to indulge herself once in a while."

"Yes, but where would I wear something like this?"

"Oh, something will come up," Parvati assured her.

Hermione sighed. It was very nice. A bit too revealing perhaps, but she only lived once.

Then Hermione remembered she was pregnant. She couldn't possibly wear something like this with a bulging belly – it wouldn't fit! But then again, she could wear it after her pregnancy, unless, of course, there was an occasion before her stomach grew, but that was very unlikely.

"Okay, you win," she told the twins.

They cheered loudly, attracting the attention of some of the other shoppers.

As Hermione paid for the dress robe – a whopping two hundred and fifty galleons – she hoped that the purchase was not a waste.


Fifteen minutes later, the three of them were waiting for someone to show them to their table at The Split Toad. They had already deposited their shopping bags at the cloak room.

Hermione looked around, admiring the place. It was very nice. The carpet was soft and a nice shade of off-white. The walls were a soft peach colour with copies of famous muggle and wizarding paintings adorning them.

A waiter appeared and bowed politely to them. "This way if you please."

He guided them to a table that was beautifully decorated. In the centre of the table was a large vase of flowers, their aroma floated delicately up to their noses. The vase took up all the space on the table, yet, by some sort of magical enhancement, there was more than enough room for their plates. As they sat down, Hermione realised that the flowers were too tall for her to see her companions. She was about to point this out to the waiter when she realised that she could see the twins perfectly, as if the flowers had disappeared, yet they were there blocking her view at the same time.

Hermione gasped. This was so exhilarating! She could understand now why everyone was talking about the place.

The twins too were basking in delight. "Oh, it's so magical!" Padma squealed, unaware of the pun she had made.

They settled down and the waiter left them with their menus. Hermione groaned. She should have known that a place like this would have ridiculous prices.

"Guys, I can't afford all this," she informed the twins.

"Don't worry, neither can we," Parvati said.

"But, like we said before, girls have to indulge themselves a bit. Just enjoy a nice, full meal then go home and never come back here. That way, you can say that you've been to The Split Toad but you're not wasting money because you've been here once. So, all in all, just shut up and order something," Padma finished wisely.

Hermione pulled a face at them. "Fine, but you guys can't con me into spending any more money, okay?"

The twins winked at each other then turned back to her. "Fine," they said in unison.

After much consideration, Hermione decided to take a punt and order the chef's special. This delighted Parvati and Padma. "Good girl, Hermy," they said as they applauded her.

For the sake of good friendship, Hermione resisted the temptation to pour water over their heads. She hated the name Hermy with a passion. Harry had tried it once and had ended up with a very sore foot.

The twins, though, decided to play it safe and ordered a horned bublisk platter instead. Hypocrites, Hermione thought sourly.


Their food arrived just five minutes later and at the same time. This impressed them all. "Great service!" Parvati purred suggestively to their waiter, making the boy blush.

Hermione nervously stared at her covered plate. The chef's special didn't seem like such a good choice anymore. When the waiter took the lid off the plate, Hermione gasped in shock.

"Mongolian Lamb?"

"Yes, maam," the waiter replied. "It's the finest quality Mongolian Lamb you could ever find."

"But this is muggle food!"

The waiter shook his head. "No, maam, this is not muggle food, though it is a very popular dish among muggles. The recipe was invented by a wizard in Mongolia, but his brother, who was a muggle, stole the recipe and leaked it into the muggle world."

"Oh," was all Hermione could manage.

"Is a thorough knowledge of the history of food a prerequisite in the restaurant business?" Parvati wanted to know.

"Yes, it is…"

A conversation ensued between the waiter and the twins. Hermione, however, wasn't listening. She had just spotted something out of the corner of her eye.

Turning her head, she saw a white blonde head walking towards her. It could be anyone, she told herself. She moved her gaze down a little bit. Icy grey eyes. Hermione froze. It couldn't be him, could it? But it was.

Draco Malfoy was actually walking towards her. Then she noticed the brunette on his arm. Hermione studied her. She was very pretty and curvaceous, but had an empty sort of look to her. Clearly, she wasn't the intellectual type. The girl was chattering away, trying to get Malfoy's attention, but he was trying to talk to the waiter. Every now and then he would shoot annoyed glares at his date.

Hermione watched him, her food and friends forgotten. The girl said something which caused Malfoy to roll his eyes. As his eyed moved in a circle, they met Hermione's. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. Then, he tilled his head politely. He watched her, waiting to see how she would respond. She only glared at him. He chuckled at this. Angry, Hermione wrenched her eyes off him and listened in on the conversation the twins were still having with the waiter.

The waiter was describing how he had to go to a special school after graduating from Beauxbatons for a year before he could get a job in a classy restaurant.

Hermione was determined not to look at Malfoy, so she kept her eyes on Padma. Unfortunately, Malfoy's waiter seated them at a table that was right between the twins. If Hermione looked at either Padma or Parvati, she would see Malfoy and his girlfriend. And since the fates were against her, Malfoy was sitting right opposite her so that he too could see her.

Hermione nearly let out a scream of frustration. Why me? she thought miserably. She dug her fork so hard into her plate that a large piece of a green vegetable flew up and hit waiter right between the eyes. It didn't hurt him, but he was sure as hell shocked. He stumbled back and tripped over his feet, landing flat on his back.

A few patrons looked around to see what all the commotion was about. One of those patrons was Draco Malfoy. Red in the face from embarrassment, Hermione glanced quickly at Malfoy to see if he had noticed. It was a mistake. He was watching her. As soon as their eyes locked his lips curved into a smirk that seemed to say, why look at me first?

Hermione breathed hard out of her nose. The twins were helping the poor waiter up. Getting up herself, Hermione apologised to him. "I'm so sorry. Here, take this." She handed his sixty galleons – double of what her food had cost and quickly walked out of building. Outside, she leaned on the wall. Why had seeing Malfoy affected her so?


For an hour Hermione wandered the streets of Diagon Alley, glancing at shop windows but never going in. She was contemplating just going home or to her parents' house when she bumped into something – someone.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to notice that I was standing in your way," a voice drawled.

Hermione almost groaned then stopped herself. She had done enough groaning in the last couple of days to last a lifetime. "Malfoy."

"Granger. Now that we've got the pleasantries out of the way, why don't you tell me what you're doing wandering the streets on your own?"

"I don't have to tell you anything."

"Oh yes you do."

"No, I bloody don't!" she yelled. Pulling her coat around herself tighter, she began to walk past him but he grabbed her arm. She spun around angrily. "Get you fucking hands off me!"

"Granger, you need to clean out your mouth. Now, I think you need to tell me something very important, don't you?"

Hermione froze. How did he know? "I…I…don't know what your talking about!" she said defiantly.

"Yes you do Granger. Why the hell did you attack that poor waiter?"

"What the fu…oh…um…yes, okay. I…it was a…accident?" she said lamely. She had been so scared that he had somehow found out that she was pregnant.

"No it wasn't. You were just so attracted to me that you were too disoriented to function properly," he joked.

"Uh…that's right! That's exactly why it happened," she said, praying that he would go away now.

Malfoy was shocked at her reply, but pleased none the less. "Well, at least you admit it. I'll be on my way now." With that, he turned and began walking away.

As Hermione watched his retreating back, she was overwhelmed with the sudden need to tell him everything.

"Malfoy!" she called. "Malfoy! Wait up!"

He turned back, a little stunned. Hermione ran up to him.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Um…Malfoy…I'm pregnant!" she blurted out.

Malfoy stared at her for a second then broke out into a grin. "Well, congratulations! Potty and Weasel must be very proud. Or rather, only one of them would be. The other would be jealous. So tell me, which one of the losers is the father?"

Hermione took a deep breath. She had come this far, she couldn't back out now. "Neither Harry nor Ron is the father."

Malfoy laughed. "Who else would be desperate enough to sleep…oh…" realisation dawned on him. "You mean…?"

Hermione nodded.

Malfoy stared at her long and hard and frowned. "That's not funny, Granger."

"It's not a joke, Malfoy, it's true."

"It can't be! I always use a contraceptive charm. Hell, there's only been one time I haven't and that was with…with…you…oh, fuck!" frustrated, Malfoy grabbed his hair.

Suddenly another voice entered the picture. "Draco!" a woman's voice called. "Draco! We have to go now!"

Over Malfoy's shoulder Hermione saw the brunette who had been with Malfoy in the restaurant. Malfoy looked over his shoulder and saw her too. "Fuck!" he swore. "Darla!"

He looked at Hermione again. "I have to go." He turned around and walked quickly back to his girlfriend.

"Malfoy!" Hermione called. "Malfoy! You can't go now! We have to talk!"

But he didn't stop. He just kept walking – he even walked right past Darla. Darla stopped her chattering in surprise and ran after him.

Hermione watched the two of them disappear around a corner. Numb with grief, she walked to the park up the street.

There, she watched the children play on the half-frozen equipment. She imagined herself, a few years from now, sitting in the same spot, watching her own son or daughter playing there. She thought of a few years after that, when her child would want to know who his or her father was. What would she say? "Oh, honey. Your father is Draco Malfoy, the richest wizard in the world. You've seen him in the newspaper almost every week, except he doesn't want anything to do with you." Not likely!

Sorrow engulfed her and she buried her head in her arms and cried. That was how Parvati and Padma Patil found her a half hour later.


Hey guys! Finally, the chapter everyone was waiting for. So now Draco knows, what will he do? What will Hermione do? I'm not quite sure myself, actually, but I'll think of something, don't worry.

This is my longest chapter yet for this fic. I'm soooo proud of myself. I was actually going to divide this chapter in two. One in the restaurant and the one after that where Draco finds out. But since I'm so nice (lol), I put them together.

Okay, now just to clear up any confusion, this is NOT the beginning of The Apple of My Eye. I know it kinda seems like it at the moment, but as both fics go on, it'll become easier to see that they're different, okie day?

Anyway, thanx to all my wonderful reviewers!

To everyone who reviewed chapter 4:

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