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Chapter 6

"Harry, wha-"

"Look Hermione. I'm not going worry myself sick over you if you're not really what you think you are…"

"You mean pregnant."

"Precisely."

Harry had dragged her down to St. Mungo's to verify her pregnancy.

"And by Merlin's beard I swear we will find out right now whether you are or you aren't."

Hermione sighed exasperatedly. "But I already told you. I took a home pregnancy test. It came out positive."

"Well…it's not a hundred percent accurate! It could be a false positive, right?"

Hermione knew he was just grasping at straws. "I suppose…maybe."

"Exactly! That's why we're here." He pulled her along, walking quickly down the corridors of the hospital to find an available medic.

That had been this morning. Harry had showed up at her apartment unexpectedly and convinced her to see a doctor in St. Mungo's to confirm her present "state". But it had all been in vain. They saw 3 medics, all who said the exact same thing: "Congratulations, you're due in approximately 6 months."

Now, more agitated and stressed than when she'd found out only yesterday about the pregnancy, Hermione paces her living room for some time, mind swimming with confused emotions. It was the first time she felt so unsure about anything in her life. It really was a life alternating decision. She could choose to tell Ron the whole truth but then she'd risk losing his complete trust and worst case scenario, may even break off the engagement. But if she kept her mouth closed and he found out anyway-he was bound to find out about her pregnancy sooner or later-questions would be raised and the possibility of still losing him arises.

Harry's outburst at the burrow yesterday and him dragging her to St. Mungo's earlier that morning didn't help either. She had to think of something. "If you don't tell him Mione, I will," that's what he had said.

'That daft Harry. What does he know? He's never been pregnant.' But deep down she knew Harry wouldn't purposely say anything since they were best friends and he's not like that. And partly because Hermione threatened him with the fire of a thousand suns to keep his rather annoying opinions to himself.

Knock, knock.

Someone was at the door. Hermione stayed still for awhile before approaching the door and slowly turning the knob. She froze in place after seeing a certain blonde wizard standing on the other side. "M-Malfoy. W-What're you d-doing here?" she stuttered out. Great…this was the last thing she needed.

He just stared at her like a frequent visitor would. "Aren't you gonna invite me in?" he asked in such a laid-back demeanor it annoyed her. Quickly grabbing him by the arm and pulling him inside, she hysterically stuck her head out the door to check if anyone had seen him come in. Seeing as the coast was clear, she ducked back inside and closed the door. She breathed a sigh of relief, resting her head on the wooden frame.

"Nice place you have here," Draco said taking a fancy to the setting before him. Hermione raised her head and frowned. She hadn't seen this man for several months and he walks into her flat like they just saw each other yesterday. Especially now at her time of crisis.

"Malfoy, what do you think you're doing?" she said, crossing her arms.

He, however, didn't seem to have heard her. "Hey, this is nice," he said, picking up her time-turner.

"Hey! Put that down." She grabbed the time-turner from his hands and slammed it back down on the table. "Why are you here?" she snapped at him accusingly.

Draco calmly dug into his pocket and fished out a golden bracelet, red rubies alternating with gold roses on the chain. He dangled it in front of Hermione's face. "You left this. The last time we…" he cleared his throat as if seeming to feel discomfort. "um…saw each other."

She stared at the bracelet gravely, brows deepening with unease. She snatched it in her hand, eyeing the object tenderly like it had an emotional hold on her. Indeed it did. It was the bracelet Ron gave her when they graduated from Hogwarts. Finally she tore her gaze away and pocketed it, acting as if it hadn't affected her at all.

"You could've just left it on my desk," she replied coldly, not daring to look him in the eye.

"I didn't want anyone seeing me leave it there, for…obvious reasons."

"Right." She nodded slowly, turning her back on him. "Does Pansy know you're here?"

"No. She's, uh, shopping." He kept his hands in his pockets, tone relatively steady. 'How can he be so calm!' she quietly screamed in her head. "Hey, do you mind if I used the loo?"

"No. It's right down there." She pointed to a door at the end of the hallway. She watched Draco make his way down the hall to the bathroom, with him running his hand down the back of his neck.

'What the hell was he doing, thinking he can just walk into my apartment like nothing happened. Would it be too much to ask to just have thing work out in my favor for once?' She looked up helplessly, half expecting to find an answer on her ceiling.

Hermione paced the living room again, biting her nails when her gaze landed on the face of the clock. It was 5 o'clock. 'Oh Merlin! Ron'll be home soon. I've gotta get Malfoy out of here!' If she wasn't panicking before, she definitely was now. The bathroom door finally opened.

"Hey Granger, what was with the-"

He was cut off by Hermione who violently grabbed him and dragged him to the front door. "Malfoy, you have to leave. Thanks for dropping by the bracelet though." She was practically shoving him right out.

"Whoa, what's going on?" he asked, a little confused.

She sighed. "I'm sorry, there's no time to explain. Ron will be-" She opened the door and was in utter shock to find her fiancé standing on the other side. She could literally feel her muscles stiffen and her heart stop momentarily as she saw his gaze harden when it landed on Draco, that all-too-familiar red hue beginning to find itself on his cheeks. She gulped audibly.

"Ron! You're home." She crossed over to hug him but he was frozen in her arms. Though she couldn't see it, she was positive Ron was giving Draco one of his famous death glares. Hermione released him from her embrace and regarded both men carefully, trying to think of plausible excuses for Draco's presence in their home. There was Ron, his face turning fiery as his hair, and Draco, his hair as pale as his complexion, that cool demeanor of his never leaving the amusement in his eyes nor the expression on his face. There was even a hint of a smirk on his lips. Typical Malfoy; always enjoying other's misery.

'Say something Hermione. You have to say something before blood splatters end up on your walls.' She cleared her throat, and then forced an incredibly fake laugh. "Okay, this is going to sound ridiculous-"

"What are you doing here ferret?" Ron asked icily, a deep frown furrowing his brows.

"What's it to you Weasel?"

"This is my apartment," he drawled through gritted teeth.

"That would explain the tacky furniture."

If they were living in a cartoon, steam could be seen escaping from Ron's ears about now. "Well this has been fun, really, but maybe we should get inside now. And Malfoy, you go home," Hermione intervened just as Ron was inching closer to the blonde, fists clenched into balls.

"Fun?" Ron said, shooting a disgusted look in Hermione's direction. "Did you invite him here?"

"No! Of course not!" Hermione replied, looking bewildered by the idea.

"You mean, he just forced himself in!" Ron's defiant stare returned itself to Draco. "I should've known."

"W-uh-well…" she stuttered, trying to buy herself time to think. 'Why wasn't anything coming to mind?'

"Relax Weasley," Draco said, still sounding unaffected by Ron's obvious boiling anger. "It was just something work related; I do work with her, remember? Or is that too much to comprehend?" Ron stepped forward again challengingly but Hermione placed a hand on his chest to stop him.

"Um, Malfoy you should get back to Pansy. I'm sure she's waiting for you by now." With a curt nod, he slowly walked away to leave. "Oh, and thanks for dropping by the…the contracts."

"I'll see you Monday Granger."

"Hey! I don't ever want you near us again!" Ron yelled to the blonde's retreating back, just before Hermione slipped her arm under his and pulled him inside.

'Phew! That was a close one. A little too close…'

Just as she collapsed onto the couch breathing sighs of relief, a blaze of green flame lit up from the fireplace and out stepped George. He looked extremely happy to see her.

"Hermione! Thank Merlin I found you." He ran to her side as she stared at him, endlessly cursing herself for not getting a moments peace.

"George, what are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to you."

"Can't it wait? I'm having a horrible day-"

George shook his head stubbornly. "No. Remember our little secret? Um, you haven't told Ron anything, have you?"

"Told me what?"

George's eyes grew big like dinner plates and his eyebrows shot up they were almost lost in his hair. Slowly he turned around to face his little brother, staring at them both with a curious look on his face.

AN: so so sorri I haven't updated in ages. I meant to, I swear. Well I hope some of u are satisfied I finally worked Draco in the story :P and don't worry, that's not the last we'll be seeing of Draco…hm, I wonder what this 'secret' is… and will Ron find out? Dun dun dun lol. I guess u'll just hav to wait for the nxt chappie. PLEEZ review on ur way out, u kno u want to ;) THanx!