(A/N: uhm, seems like another chapter. Hope you'll enjoy this one. Thanks for reading! And please review afterwards. Give me some ideas too if you want something to happen. And try to understand if my grammar is not so good. I'm not really an English person. Thanks again!)

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Chapter 4 so, what's next?

Draco's POV

I don't regret anything I did with the Mudblood. She deserves it for being vulnerably cute.

I really thought she will be a successful career woman after Hogwarts. She was the brightest among all of us for crying out loud! And she got me always second best!

So, why was she standing in the middle of the rain with those skimpy clothes? What was she thinking? In the middle of a dark street full of deranged people who gets a kick of taking women down for a night.

Being the heartless, handsome, most eligible bachelor that I am, I couldn't leave someone I know out there. Even if it's a filthy, beautiful Mudblood whore.

My thoughts were rattled by a tapping sound on my window.

"Must be Blaise Zabini," I told myself. Zabini was a business associate of mine. Since my father made ties with the Zabinis for business ventures and stuff, I had to keep him in the company. When I let the owl in, he gave the letter to me and flew out the window.

Dear Mr. Draco L. Malfoy,

We, at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, would like to thank you for giving us a kind amount of gold for the reconstruction of the asylum ward.

In relation to this, we would personally like to invite you for the Grand Opening of the section which is today at 3:30 in the afternoon.

Sorry for such short notice and we hope you oblige to our request.

Thank You! And see you later!

Sincerely,

Hirelda Swein

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuies' Head Healer

Great! Now I have to get there in two hours time! My luck just ran out.

I finished my shower and dressing up an hour later. All I have to do next to get there without suspicion from Muggles.

Might as well apparate. I don't want to mess up my look with floo powder.

Hermione's POV

I'm sitting on a long hard bench with Harry and Ron. We're still waiting for the results. The Healer said the results will be up. But it was held up because there was some celebration near the asylum wing. She even invited us though we were not in the mood since I was nervous.

Suddenly, as if a celebrity came, people started to go to the asylum wing. Harry and Ron, being Aurors, ran to where the fuss was and I followed.

There holding a golden pair of scissors (typical) to cut the ribbon to formally open the asylum ward is Draco Malfoy. He was wearing a black shirt that fitted his body perfectly, a black coat and black slacks and a black pair of expensive shoes. All his clothes made his pale features stand out and he really looked like a celebrity. With his soft hair hanging loosely covering up his silver orbs.

Looking at him made my stomach form a knot. He cut the ribbon and applause burst in the room. A second later I found him looking straight at me.

I began my search for Harry and Ron, I don't want Malfoy to get an idea of confronting me with all these people around.

I spotted Harry and Ron going back where we were waiting for the pregnancy test results. I was about to run after them but my view was blocked by a smirk coming from none other than Malfoy.

"Ugh," I muttered a little too loudly.

"Not happy to see me, Granger?" Malfoy asked.

'Ooh, that sarcasm filled jerk! The nerve!' I shut him a death glare, that ought to answer his question.

"Really? Oh, here is your gold. You left it in the bath tub." He said handing me a bag of galleons.

"I don't-"

"Oh, there you are Ms. Granger! I was looking everywhere for you. Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley just left. Seems like they have been called up by the Ministry. Oh, and I'm so delighted to inform you that you are pregnant! And he must be the father! Congratulations to both of you, Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy. Now, I have to get going. Good day!" The all giddy Healer just announced that I'm pregnant! With Malfoy as the father!

"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed. Malfoy looked taken aback himself.

"Am I…really the father of that?" He asked pointing at my flat tummy.

"I don't need explaining to you. I'm better off alone. Good day Mr. Malfoy." And with that I headed for the doors only to be held back by a grip on my arm.

"What do you want!" I hissed at him trying to get myself out of his grip.

"You haven't answered my question, Granger. And if I really am the father of what you are carrying it's in my conscience if I don't support you at the least." He stared intently into my eyes.

'He's willing to support me, or in this case the baby, but not his name.'

"I don't think I will ever need your support Malfoy. What the baby needs is a name. And I will find someone who is more than willing to give it." I spat at him and tried to turn and leave but he was still gripping my arm.

"And who, pray tell, would that person be?" he asked again raising an eyebrow.

"I already told you, I'm going to find one!" I hissed again. He just smirked at me.

"Go ahead then. I don't give a damn. That will just be a filthy halfblood. The hell I care who you go out with. You can support yourself eh Granger? You wouldn't need me after all." And with that he apparated to Merlin knows where.

I left St. Mungo's with tears.

'Why the hell am I crying! Stop it! Stop it I say!' I thought to myself.

I ended up standing outside the Burrow. I needed to talk to Ginny, or Mrs. Weasley for that matter.

Draco's POV

I can't believe I'm going to be a father. And to Granger at that. What would my father think?

'You don't give a damn what your father thinks! His dead now! He can't do anything to you!'

'Yeah, but what would others think? I can't go out in public and shame the Malfoy lineage! People look up to me because of that!'

'Well, then leave your son or daughter in the aid of Potter then. I bet you would like that. No responsibilities and no Granger.'

'Yeah, no Granger. She looked so radiant today, doesn't she? Maybe because of the pregnancy. They say that's how it goes.'

Knock! Knock!

"Come in," I whispered to the door. Zabini came in with a piece of parchment.

"Hey, Malfoy, this just came in this morning." He said as he handed me the parchment.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Something about business in Bulgaria. I think you must go there. People are going mad! They say, they need a charm for talking business with the East." He informed me then got another parchment from inside his cloak.

"Oh, and here's another one from France. I thought you'd be delighted to see that. Fleur will be ecstatic to see you I suppose." He grinned at me.

Yeah, I ended up with the veela. She was quite nice when I went to France once. And I told myself that this was a great opportunity for me and the business. Having a veela by your side can charm anyone.

"Would you like to go instead?" I asked Zabini. His features lightened up a bit but turned to normal again in a few seconds.

"I would love to but, I have a business of my own to attend to." I almost forgot. Zabini just finished putting up a book store.

"So I guess I'll see you after six months then." He patted my back lightly and turned to leave when I suddenly heard myself.

"Hey, Zabini, while I'm not around, I need you to look after someone."

(A/N: okay, I need to clarify a few things. This is a post Hogwarts story. And I myself got nerved with my idea of having Draco in a car. I will personally, (as if anyone else can do something about it) explain it in the next chapter. And seeing that some of my readers think it most appropriate to write in the third person, I will try and do so. Thanks for all your reviews! Please keep on reading and submitting those reviews! Thanks again!)