A/N: So, this is chapter 13. Haha.. Hope you like this one. I'm working on the next chapter right away. Please Read and Review! Thanks to all of you!

Chapter 13: What a pleasant surprise!

Hermione's POV

When I got home I was really exhausted. I took a seat on one of the crimson couches in the Malfoy Manor.

I absentmindedly stroked my tummy and daydreamed (although it's not exactly morning. It's well past seven now) and imagined what the baby will look like.

'We haven't thought of a name yet.'

What does we mean exactly?

'You and Draco of course!' My mind informed me, I blushed slightly and giggled.

Did I just giggle? Since when does Hermione Granger giggle?

'When you started realizing you like Draco, that's when.'

"No!"

"And why not?" A pug faced woman said from the door.

'Pansy Parkinson.'

"What are you doing here, Mudblood?" She asked lighting up a cigarette.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I warned her as I stood up.

'That smoke is very harmful to the baby! The nerve of this woman to come here just to do that!'

"And why, pray-tell, should I not?" She asked blowing smoke into my face. I coughed very hard.

Then she noticed my bulging stomach and realized where she was.

"What are you doing here?" She asked panic rising in her voice.

"I, well, I live here," I informed her head up high.

"Don't give me that crap! You're not pregnant with Drakie's child are you?" She asked exasperated.

"Actually, I am," I told her not really thinking of the consequences.

"You bitch! How dare you…! Argh!" She yelled before advancing at me. She grabbed a handful of my now curly, tamed hair.

"Let go of me!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"You stay away from my Drakie!" She hissed as she finally let go of my hair and left with a pop outside the front door. I sat down, and cried. I sobbed so hard I wasn't sure if I was breathing.

Draco's POV

I entered the back door and put a box of Muggle junk food (doughnuts as Hermione called it) on the kitchen counter and a basket of raspberries personally picked by me from the fields.

I took off my cloak before going to the living room only to find Hermione face buried in her hands sobbing uncontrollably.

I hurriedly walk to her, tentatively touched her shoulder. She looked up at me all blotchy and tear-stained.

"What's wrong?" I asked her although not expecting for her to answer.

'How can you be so dense? She can hardly breathe! How can she answer you?'

"Shh…Stop crying… Shh…It's all right," I told her as I wrapped my arms around her frail body.

She smiled although tears still trickle down her cheek. She started to calm down and her sobs controllable.

"Come, let's eat. I bought you some more of those doughnuts and I picked some raspberries for you," I told her and prayed top God that she will be alright.

"You read my mind." She smiled at me and held my shoulder for support as she stood up.

"You look very cute with a weight like that you know?" I told her.

"Sarcasm. You know what, I think Prince of Sarcasm will suit you better than the title Slytherin Sex God or Prince of Slytherin. I'm not saying that you are bad in bed 'cause to tell you the truth you're great, it's just that…" She trailed off as if realizing that she was just commenting on his bed qualities. Then she blushed and I smirked inwardly.

"Uhm, let's eat! I'm starving!"

Hah! Changing the subject now are we?

She ate heartily and finished the doughnuts for dessert.

"I think I'll bring this in my room. I'm stuffed!" She motioned to the basket of raspberries then smiled. But it faded slightly as she remembered something.

"Are you and Pansy still together?" She asked looking down her tummy and stroked it again lightly.

"No, why'd you ask?" She shook her head slightly.

"Nothing..."

'She's so transparent!'

"She came, right?" I asked her and frowned as she nodded, yes.

"What did she do to you?"

"Nothing…" At her answer I scowled as I noticed her hair was in disarray.

"She pulled your hair and exhaled smoke in your face?" She nodded again, yes.

"Typical Parkinson." I smirked at her. She looked up at me trying to know if this was all a joke.

"You need some rest you know that? Or do you want me to tell you a bed time story?" I smiled at her.

"I can take care of myself, thank you," she snapped but smiled and went to her bedroom taking the basket of raspberries with her.

"Don't eat those before going to sleep! You'll have nightmares!" I called out to her.

'Now, what do you plan with Parkinson?'

I don't think Hermione will be happy with me if I do something physical.

'Why not close all her apothecaries?'

That will be great. While I close her shops I will put up my own apothecary! Hah! Let's see what happens to her when her business goes bankrupt.

'Okay, you're old self is coming back you know that?'

Isn't that good?

'No, what will Hermione think?'

Hmm… Change of plans. I'll threaten her first. If she doesn't leave this country I will force her to.

'It's up to you, but don't you think you must stop her wedding?'

I can't do anything about it.

And with that said I went to my own bedroom, all plans for Pansy's downfall laid out in my head.

A/N: Hope you liked it. I wrote Pansy as an intelligent witch here who is still head over heels for Draco (Who wouldn't?). Thank you all for reading! Now, please tell me what you think and review! Hugs!