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Chapter 3 will I or will I not?

Draco's POV

I've, constantly, been going back to the place where I saw Granger. I can't believe she didn't take the money! After all, I was the first one to, how should I put this? Took her cherry? Yeah, that's right! And I don't know why I felt bad for her. Maybe its because she doesn't look ready that night. I was bothered if she enjoyed it. And she needed the money for crying out loud!

"Where are you Granger?" I shouted at no one in particular. The house elves were quite startled. They thought I was going to do something horrible again. Poor them, they don't know anything.

Hermione's POV

I was sorting out what I should wear for the reunion we were having. As u saw in Harry's letter, I come to teach Arithmancy at Hogwarts. It's quite fun really. Some classmates tend to visit there once in a while. Like Neville, he really loved Professor Sprout so he then asked Professor McGonagall if he can be a substitute for Herbology.

Harry and Ron works at the Ministry of Magic. Aurors, just what they wanted themselves to be. I, on the other hand, never got the hang of it.

So, the 'reunion', as Harry put it, will be tomorrow. I'm fighting the urge to tell them. But won't it be better if they will know? At least they'll be there for me. And maybe they will curse Malfoy's sexy arse into Oblivion! Sexy arse? Ow come on! Not again! Ugh! Oh well, he must kiss his sorry arse goodbye once I tell Harry and Ron what he did to me.

After browsing and sorting my clothes I ended up with red spaghetti strapped top, flared pants and a pair of slip-ons. Wrapping it all up with a long white coat.

I slumped back down to bed thinking about what could happen when I felt something rising in my throat.

'I think I'm gonna puke!' I ran towards the bathroom. After the morning sickness I just had (which actually don't always happen in the morning) I went to my kitchen and drank an ice cold water.

What's happening to me? Maybe something I ate. It's getting late. Must have a beauty sleep for Harry. Oh, and Ron too. But mostly for Harry. And I drifted off to sleep.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Ugh, what time is it?" I asked myself while grabbing my alarm clock.

9:37am

"Shit! I'm going to be late!"

I hurriedly went to the bathroom for a shower. Yeah, been taking it almost every 3 hours a day since the 'incident'. Somehow, every time I went for a shower that egotistical prick always pop into my mind.

I wore the clothes I prepared yesterday, grabbed my wand and apparated to Diagon Alley.

We planned to meet at Fortesque's. I missed that place, since Voldemort's supporters killed him I haven't got the hang of eating ice cream. No one can equal the taste of Fortesque's ice cream. I just hope his successor will do the same.

As I went inside the shop I instantly noticed a fiery red head and a very untamable hair.

"Hi Harry! Hi Ron!" I called out to them. They looked up at me and smiled.

Ron moved to make room for me, I noticed Harry giving him a look.

"What's the matter?" I asked Harry.

"You see," I turned to Ron as he began.

"Harry's, well, got something to tell you, right Harry?" I looked at Harry expectantly.

Harry looked astonished at the abrupt turn of conversation.

"Well, its just that, we missed you 'Mione. And I've been hearing news about you. Not really good ones, you know." Harry shifted in his seat. Why was he nervous all of a sudden? And what news is he talking about?

"What news?" I asked puzzled and intrigued.

"Mione, we know you better than anyone does. And we can't afford your name being stained by some pathetic loser right? you're the best witch Hogwarts had to offer after all." Harry smiled a reassuring smile at me. I looked up to them and was battling my mind if I should tell them the whole Malfoy thing a week ago.

But when I was about to talk that sick feeling in my stomach rose up and before I know it I was running out the door to vomit.

The two followed me in utter surprise and tried to calm me down by smoothly rubbing my back.

'Oh, how I loved them both for being there for me.'

After feeling a little bit fine I looked at them tear stained and sweaty.

"Hermione, are you…pregnant?" Ron asked, half delighted half curious.

"Ron, don't be silly, 'Mione is not in a relationship right now, how cold she be? Right, 'Mione?" Harry reassured more to himself than any of us.

"I… I have to tell you something." I told them not looking in their eyes. I was afraid they'll judge me for who I became. So I stepped inside Fortesque's again and sat back in my sit. Ron sat with Harry on the opposite side.

"Well, I don't know how to start this but…" And I told them all that's happened including the horrible morning after.

They looked at me with pity and concern as I finished telling them everything through the sobs and tears.

Harry sat beside me then hugged me. He kissed my forehead as if saying: 'I'm here, it's alright. Everything will be fine.'

"But, it isn't final yet, right? You still don't know for sure if you're pregnant. We can go to St. Mungo's today to have you checked up. Then we'll know what to do." Ron suggested trying to lighten the mood a bit.

I nodded a reply. But before we went to St. Mungo's I bought myself a bubble gum-mint ice cream with chocolate bits. I couldn't help myself!

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