Chapter 13: Hormonal Exchange

"Draco Lucifer Malfoy!" Hermione's voice bellowed from the upstairs study of the hall, "Get in here NOW!"

Draco raced up the steps and down the hall; thinking, Merlin what have I done now? He entered the door to see Hermione on the floor, a shelf of books looming only inches from her. "Honey," he gasped as he raised his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa." The bookcase returned to its place; the books still within it. "Hermione, are you alight?"

"What are you trying to do, KILL ME?" she screamed as she pulled herself off the ground. "This place is unsuitable for everything besides bacteria. Get this place together or I'm gone." With that she stormed out to the room, a book in her hands. Draco just blinked at her wake; she'd leave him over the state of the house... That was insane and coming from a pureblood that was saying something.

"Draco Lucifer Malfoy! Why are there Slytherin sheets where I had put black ones this morning! Fix it NOW!"

"The sheets...? Merlin, this can't continue... That's the twelfth complaint in five hours; what next the house-elves aren't getting worked enough?" Draco sighed. "Where did she learn my full name?"

"Draco, come here please; I want you to shag me senseless!" Draco walked up to the bedroom, glancing at Hermione. He kissed her passionately and she shoved him back. "Who do you think you are? Get your hands off me... How dare you try to violate me in such a manner? Leave my sight immediately!"

Draco did just that, he stormed out of the room and went to the foyer. Once there he donned a cloak and fled into the night. Hermione didn't even seem to notice until the next morning and she realised what she had done. Instantly she began to cry and called Ron, who wasn't at the Burrow; then she called Harry, who according to Severus was with Remus and Sirius. Panicked, Hermione called Oliver; he'd always been a friend and she hoped that today was one of those days.

"Hello," Oliver's dishevelled voice echoed over the phone.

"Oliver, its Hermione..." her voice stopped. "I need a friend."

There was a pause. "Do you want to come over so we can talk?"

"Yeah, where would I Floo to?"

Oliver chuckled on the other line, "Trickster's Cove, I'll be waiting." The phone was hung up on Oliver's end. Hermione sighed and walked over to the fireplace. She grabbed some Floo powder and stepped into the fire.

"Trickster's Cove!" she called as she released the powder into the fire. The scene shifted into a small room where a man, she dimly recognised as Oliver, stood. "Oliver," she gasped, falling into his awaiting arms. She sobbed her story to him as he led her to the couch in the other room.

After a few moments of thought, Oliver suggested, "Could you be pregnant? It would accommodate the bazaar mood swings."

Hermione only paled and hesitated for a moment before replying, "I don't know, I guess it could be possible," again a short pause, "I'll have to get a test."

Oliver smiled. "I'll have Fred get one at the market, he should be home soon; wait here while I tell him." Oliver retreated to another room, talking softly to someone else. He re-entered with a smile. "He'd be glad to get one fore you, but he request that you test yourself here where we can make sure you well."

"Alright, Oliver." Fred arrived shortly afterwards with a test for her and as she vanished to use it she paled. She feared that she was pregnant, again, and that this time Draco would leave her truly. She waited as the results appeared on the test. It tested positive; she screamed.

"Hermione!" Oliver called quickly.

"Are you alright?" Fred asked as they both started to open the door. She shook her head no. "What is it?"

"I'm with child... and, and Draco's left me."

"What?" Oliver asked and Fred gasped, "When...why?"

Hermione looked to the floor. "I was being a hormonal mood swing infested woman who found everything irritating; I finely yelled at his to leave and he," Hermione paused, "he did."

"Why don't we go talk to him... where is he?" Fred offered softly.

"My guess would be with either Blaise or Harry."

Blaise glanced worriedly at his best friend; Draco had been at his house for a week, mopping. Apparently, he and Hermione had broken up (over extremely bazaar reasons) and it was obvious that Draco hadn't wanted too. Draco would sit, staring into the hearth, and (truly) cry for hours; it killed Blaise to see him like this.

As Blaise was contemplating this, though, Ron walked into the house with Oliver, Fred and—Holy shit—Hermione. Blaise raised quickly and bolted towards them. "Love, why did you bring her here? Don't you think I have enough problems without you bringing a war into my house?"

Hermione's eyes shown brightly at his words, "So Draco is here?" She sounded hopeful. Blaise nodded before he had the thought to lie about his whereabouts. Hermione raced in and it seemed almost magical how quickly she found him in the master bedroom; sitting in a bathrobe by the fire. "Oh, Draco...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..."

Draco's gaze shifted into Hermione's eyes and he sighed. Why was she here? "Is there something you require from me, Miss Granger?" his voice was strained indifferent, but it had a mild tone of defeat hidden within.

"I, I want you to come home, Drake," Hermione paused, she was scared. She was worried that he'd do exactly what he had said that he wouldn't, that he'd say good luck with the child and disappear. "I'm... I'm pregnant."

Draco's expression shifted into one of shock. "You, you're, you're with child...?" Hermione nodded, her fear reaching her eyes. "Is that why... you were so moody?"

"Yes, hun, that's why." He smiled watery and wrapped his arms around her; she murmured, "I love you," right before he kissed her.

They parted and she smiled. "Let's go home, honey," Draco said and Flooed themselves back to the Hall.