A/N: Hey! I'm back! Again… that's why I'm 'back'. Okay I'm confusing myself. Well time to talk to the wonderful reviewers!

Rose Quinn: Yes, snape knows the smell. Can you imagine him on top of you? God that would just be disgusting. For the storm, lol I'm in Canada, so it was just a thunderstorm. Not like… a hurricane. But still, all is the same as my computer was zapped. Damn weather.

firefairy91: Oh, pitter patter, thank you, I'm flattered. Really!

Buffy-CrazyaboutAngel: Ah, thank you. I'm going to try to sneak some more humor in there but I don't know which side of humor to appeal to yet.

hpobsessor: Lol, the end of the world, I love how you put that. Peeves would have been pretty good. I can see him spreading it around the school. But Dumbledore. That's even sicker than snape I think.

Dumbledore took a good whiff of the mysterious liquid and recognized it immediately "Sex."

Gross.

The Future Mrs. Thomas Andrew Felton: Lol! You're three steps ahead of the game! She doesn't know if she's pregnant! But that's a rumor that Pansy and Victoria want to spread. Now he said "Oh Shit" because she said if anyone saw them they'd never have sex again. And it is possible that someone could have seen them, like Blaise, who just walked past the dark circle Draco had casted.

NeoAddctee: -Gasp!- Snape is onto them, but does he know who had sex? Did he notice the lack of presence of two certain students? Did he notice the dark circle? If so, will he tell? And who will he tell? No one knows…yet. Read on!

oh goodness me: Woah. The circle of gossip life you got going on there. But I don't think Dumbledore is allowed to tell the whole school. It's not illegal to have sex or anything. But they would have to be punished for having it in class most definitely.

Sorry I couldn't get to all of you! But thank you for the reviews, I really do enjoy them.

Chapter Nineteen: Sex, Snap and Krum

Dracos POV:

That morning I woke up to the freaking sun shining into my half-awake eyes. My feet quickly slipped onto the welcoming carpet of my bedroom and started to make their way to the bathroom where I began to brush my teeth lazily. I then spit out my tooth paste and went to get dressed. As I walked down my staircase, dressed in a light blue plaid dress shirt with a white undershirt and a pair of blue jeans, into the common room, I noticed a note on the door.

Gone for a morning jog.

Stupid Hermione! If she had woken me up I would have more than willing gone with h- Actually, no, no I wouldn't. I would have told her to get out of my room and take her silly morning rituals with her. I didn't need to go for a jog today, did I? I felt my hard abs on my stomach. Nope!

It was too early to go to breakfast so I jumped onto the couch and started to review my Herbology notes.

Knock Knock

Who in fucks world is it? I through my note book onto the coffee table and made my way over to the door. I opened it to come face to face with my good friend, Blaise. "Hey Blaise, why so early? Why so annoyingly early?"

"Well, Drake, I've got some news from the slytherins. Word is you pushed the flag too far up the pole. What's going on?" Blaise stated with the slightest hint of nervousness as he let himself in.

"Oh shit, no!" I exclaimed," I didn't get Hermione pregnant! Well, I don't think I did. Bloody hell, what if I did? No, but either way, who's been saying this? And how do they know we've even done it yet?"

"Fuck, Drake, you know how word is. You never hear it from the person who started it. I didn't see anyone go into your circle, but then how would someone know? I know I didn't say anything," Blaise said, frustrated.

"How about Jacob? Maybe he went looking for you when you saw us."

"No, no. I thought of that too, so I asked him. Plus, even if he had and lied to me, he wouldn't have spread it around."

"Yeah, I know. Shit."

Blaise was about to say something when there was a bang kind of noise that came from the window. I got up, cutting him off, and went to see an extememly fluffy brown owl at the window. I let it in and took the letter from it before shoving it back outside.

"Letter for you?" Blaise asked as I eyed the envelope that my hands grasped.

"Not for me…"I trailed off as I saw Hermiones name written on it in a very slanted type of hand writing. "It's for Hermione, but I don't recognize that owl." I looked back at the window to see the stubborn owl still sitting there, refusing to leave.

Blaise looked at the owl and then at the letter. "You going to open it?"

I thought about this and slid my finger over the opening flap of the envelope. Just as I did so, the owl started hooting loudly and scratching the window. "Shut up, bird." I looked over to Blaise for approval. "Should I?"

"I, personally, would want to know who is mysteriously sending my girlfriend letters, but it's up to you…" Blaise replied with that slytherin glint in his eyes. I was just about to open the letter when something with feathers flew into my face.

"Ahh! Blaise!"

"Retendrum!" Blaise said firmly, sending the creature flying in spirals towards the floor. I looked down to see that it was that damn owl who so boldly attacked me.

"What's got it's panties in a bunch?" I asked as I looked at my hands. The letter was gone! I looked at the owl to see it in the unsurprising hands of the owl. "Give that letter back, you son of a bitch!"

The owl quickly took flight around the room, dodging both mine and Blaises spells. "Who bloody trains their owl to dodge spells?" Blaise yelled over the sounds of our spells hitting the walls.

Suddenly, the door opened revealing a worn-out Hermione in green track pants and a white T-shirt. She took one look at the panicking owl and then at Blaise and I, wands pointed. "What in Merlins name is going on here?" she spat as she signaled for the owl to come to her, which it did.

"That little bastard attacked me!" I yelled, pointing to it, receiving an angry squawk from the disturbed bird. Hermione placed the bird on the table behind the couch and took the letter from it.

"Well maybe it's because you were trying to read my mail! You little sneak!" Hermione exclaimed, sending me a glare. "Why are you reading my mail?"

"Hermione, in his defense, it was a rather strange bird who brought it," Blaise piped in. Stupid Blaise, don't get into it!

"Shut up, Blaise! Knowing you, you probably suggested it!" She screamed before looking back at the letter and taking it to one of the sofa chairs near the fire place. Blaise and I both cautiously took seats on the long red couch and watched her as she carefully opened the envelope. We both watched her as she slowly scrolled down the letter and smiled to herself at the end. My curiosity itched at me to no end. I had to know who it was from.

"Well! Don't leave us in the dark, Mione! Who's it from?" I quickly regretted asking as I saw her dreamy smile turn into a dangerous smirk as her eyes glared daggers at me.

"None of your nosey business!" she shrieked. Sometimes I wonder if girls are on PMS 24/7.

"What are you hiding, Hermione?" I demanded, but she didn't get a chance to answer. It seemed that my sneaky friend, Blaise, had snatched the letter right out of her hand!

"My dearest Hermione? Love, VIKTOR KRUM?" He read with wide eyes. My eyes soon matched his as I soaked in the words.

"WHAT? You guys are still writing each other! After all these years? What are you doing? Having an off-grounds affair? You sound like more than cozy friends!" I rambled furiously as Hermione crossed her arms and took my angry words.

"Oh, I'm ever so sorry, Draco! I forgot that I wasn't allowed to have friends outside of the school! I'm so sorry for sinning!" She spat with sarcasm dripping on her every word.

"Oh, you make it sound so innocent, but we both know it's not!" I said back in a sour way as I crumpled the letter in my fist and marched up to my room, allowing Blaise in before slamming the door shut.

"Wow," was Blaises response to sum it up.

"Can you believe her?" I said over her yelling and banging on the door, screaming at me to give the letter back. I wasn't planning on giving it back, at least not until I read it. I uncrumpled the letter and held it out so the wrinkles would not get in the way of me reading it.

My Dearest Hermione, (You mean my dearest Hermione!)

Things have been fine here, thanks for asking. I'm still working hard at quidditch, but you know that there are not many people who can really give me a challenge. (Cocky bastard.) I think my accent has gotten better, you should hear it! Well, you will next time me meet! (Not if I can help it.) Anyways, I got Dumbledores permission and I'm coming to visit next week! Maybe then we can… talk. (Are you sure that's all you want to do?) I have a gift for you! Anyways, we have a lot to catch up on. I can't wait. (I can.)

Love, (The hated)
Vikor Krum

I recrumpled the note and through it outside my room before slamming the door again. I let out a loud sigh before leaning against the wall and slowly sliding down to the ground.

"What's got you so damn bummed?" I had almost forgot Blaise was still here.

"Viktor. He's coming to visit Hermione next week. Apparently he has a gift for her. Let's hope it doesn't involve her giving one to him, like her virginity with a bow and a note. 'Take me now!' " I said in a sarcastic voice, waving my hands around

"Draco… you popped her a long time ago," Blaise reminded me.

I smirked, my confidence regained. "Oh, yes. How very right you are."

"Why do you worry so much? He's just an amazingly talented, handsome, famous and charming man," Blaise attempted as he flipped through the pages of a book. Sometimes I wondered if he was mocking me or if he was actually an idiot.

"Ha, Very funny Blaise. Why don't you put that in your diary. Dear diary, I was a stupid asshole today. Then I started fantasizing about Viktor," I rambled, barely trying to find a witty comeback.

Blaise sent me a devious smile. "Are you implying that I'm gay?"

"No, you implied it yourself."

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Snapes POV:

This is unacceptable! What uncontrollable brat engages in sexual intercourse during a class? My class! I'll show them why some curses are so unforgivable! Or maybe I'll cut off their- No, no, that's too brutal, even for me.

I began to contemplate the different ways of punishing the little rebel who dared to make a mockery of my classroom as I paced back and forth. Such an act could not be let to slide, but what was there to be done? I could not demand the DNA of all the students just for my purpose, and I could not tell Dumbledore if there was no proof of whom to punish. With these troubles, I went for a walk around the halls to spot any suspiciously horny students on my way to Dumbledore's office. Although I had no culprit, I thought the other much more unobservant teachers should keep their eyes up.

I looked to my right to see Lavender Brown sucking face with a boy I know as Harold Terancoff. How delightful, you've just made your way to my top five suspects!

Then I looked up ahead only to spot Miss Parkinson attempting to suck much more than just face with an unprepared eleventh year. "Parkinson, do keep your hands and mouth to yourself."

Then who could miss the horrifying sight of Neville holding hands with Miss Weasley. Sure, it wasn't sex, but it was highly likely that that was the closest to it he would ever get.

There were just too many subjects. Oh look, and there's Miss Williams and Mister-

Merlin! I grabbed my upper arm and immediately turned the corner.

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Pansy's POV:

Fucking Snape. Who is he to tell me what to do? "Mmmm Jason, want to take this to your room?"

"Let's not." How dare he!

"Oh, right. Not after Granger got pregnant with unprotected sex… I guess it could happen to anyone then!" I replied dully, trying to sound understanding as I turned to face away from him.

Jason looked at me with an interested face. "Hermione's pregnant?"

I turned back to him with my devilish smirk. "Well of course, haven't you heard? She had sex with… uh… some guy, and now she's carrying a little dorkling inside of her!"

Jason cocked up an eyebrow unbelievingly. "Granger? The hot one? Are you sure? And with whom?"

"No, the ugly one. She's always been ugly! And yes, I'm sure! It doesn't matter who she did it with! You ask too many questions," I seethed as I felt my face go a slight tinge of pink.

"Calm down. It does matter who she did it with because he would be the father. Even I wouldn't mind being her baby's dad!" He replied in a perverted way. The little prat. Draco? Hermione's baby's father? Draco's a father? Draco would never commit! That I was sure of. Or… was I?

"Yeah, okay. Well I wouldn't mind making a miracle of nature with you…" I whispered as I unbuttoned his shirt.

This time he didn't object. It's weird having sex with someone who moans every name but your own, though…

End of Pansy's POV.

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Hermione, after deciding to forget the little mishap with Draco, skipped merrily down the halls to go tell Ron and Harry the wonderful news. She walked into the Gryffindor common room to find Ron sitting on the arm rest of a couch beside the desk that Harry was working at.

"Ron! Harry! Guess who's coming to visit?" the ultimately cheery girl said through her toothy smile.

"Your period?" Ron joked, making Harry spit out his milk and go into a fit of giggles. Hermione cocked a disapproving eyebrow their way, but still smiled.

"Nope! Viktor Krum!"

Harry's and Ron's POV:

Fuck no.

End of Harry's and Ron's POV.

"Oh," Ron gulped and continued with that shaky voice of his, "That's great, Hermione."

"Yeah, good times…" Harry continued. The memories of the fourth year flashed tragically through their tormented minds.

"Well, yeah! So we're all going to hang out and catch up!" Hermione chirped up again with glee. Both Ron and Harry turned their heads to face directly towards her.

"Hang out? Catch up?" Ron repeated skeptically.

Harry continued for him, "We don't know him, nor are we friends with him. And we never talked before, what's there to catch up on? Our whole life!"

But Hermione would not let them bring her spirit down! "Well, you'll get to know him, and I can catch up!" Ron sighed loudly, falling backwards onto the couch as Harry groaned loudly. Hermione, still not brought down, went and sat (more like jumped) on Ron's stomach, looking at both of the boys. "You are going to be nice and happy, and you're going to do it for me. Let me hear it, boys," she said seriously like a mother.

"Yes Hermione," the two boys groaned in unison.

"Hermione, you're cutting off my air," Ron breathed as he swatted her leg, but she ignored him.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asked. Harry quickly closed his book and turned his chair to face her, as if he was done with whatever he was doing.

"Nothing," Harry croaked. Hermione gave him an unbelieving look.

"Okay, whatever you say."

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Victoria's POV:

I let Parisia, my owl, out of her cage so that she could freely fly around the room. I knew the real way to get the news around. Let's face it, gossip is fast, but not fast enough. I had started write many of these little notes for my owl to send out the minute me and Pansy thought of the rumor.

I couldn't wait to see Lucius' reaction. Draco having sex with a mudblood? Draco being the father of a halfblood! It almost sounded worse than mudblood. It was mixed blood. It was disgusting. It was a disgrace to the meaning of pure.

I gave the first couple of letters to my owl, opened the window, and watched it take off.

End of Victorias POV

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An owl flew over the head of Dean and Seamus before turning back and swooping lower. Both the boys looked up as two small pieces of paper, ripped around the edges, fell into their plates consisting of roast beef and mashed potatoes.

"Bloody hell," Dean murmured as he read his out loud as Seamus read his at the same time, but in his head.

'Draco. Hermione. Pregnant.'

Seamus stared wide-eyed at the small parchment. "No. way."

A/N: OH HO HO! Yeah there were a lot of different POV's in that one. I was having way too much fun with them. Uh oh! Lots of different things happening at once!

I watched Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire! Oh, so good! Cerdric is hott!
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