A/N-Time to get on with the suprise! Hermione yelled at Draco, let's find out what he did about it. (Cause he's a crotchety ol' Slytherin, she whispers quickly, lurking in the shadows.) And they are kinda bi-polar in this chapter. They're mad, they're happy, they're mad.
2018 AN- lmao at me using bi-polar depressed and generally extreme terms way out of line god being 12 was such an experience.
Hermione's POV
"Dammit, Granger!" Malfoy screamed, eyes darkening quickly, like storm clouds rolling in before a big thunderstorm,"Don't sneak up on me like that! Do you want me to hex you?"
My eyes widened a little and fear washed over me the moment Draco started yelling. There was just rage radiating off of him. Tons and tons of pure rage. What I had intended to be a harmless prank obviously had some adverse effect for him.
"I'm sorry," I said softly, tears brimming my eyes. I was genuinely afraid of Malfoy, "I just came back to see what you were doing, a-and to lay down some ground rules. B-but then I saw you where just sitting there, and s-so I decided to sneak up on you."
"Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore. Stop crying, you're being such a baby. Now, what were your 'ground rules'?"
Anger flared up inside me. He makes such a big deal out of it, screaming at me, and then just brushes it off! "My ground rules," I practically yelled, "were that we start calling each other by our first names. No Granger, Malfoy, Ferret, Muggle-born, none of that. Second, we need to start acting civil towards each other, sit at the same table during meals, and tomorrow when I wake up, Draco, you need to stop being such an ass to me, because if you stress me out it could hurt the baby. And it is your child, in a way, so don't even think of doing anything that could harm him or leave him without a father. Capisce?"
I knew I was overreacting, and definitely being dramatic, but I thought I could scare him into a more pleasant human being. Realistically, there was no way the Ministry would allow us to lose the baby or miscarry, there had to be some child laws against it, since after all, we were minors.
"I got it, Gr-erm Hermione. I'm not going to be like my father. Frankly, I'm more worried about the kid. What if he ends up like its mother!" he made a terrified face.
I paused for a moment, unsure of how to react.
"Was that a joke? Are you trying to crack jokes with me? I thought you hated me, and didn't want to even be in the same room as me," he shrugged at me, clearly receding back to his unwelcoming self. "Ha ha, aren't you just hilarious," I said.
Just like that, he put a wall up again, and walked out of the flat without so much as a goodbye. Well, this is going great!
Draco's POV
This was insane! I can't believe Lucius and my mother even considered this! It's not like I was going to knock up any of the slags at Hogwarts, I wasn't a buffoon. After Hermione's little prank in the flat, I was about to lose it. Surely the other pricks were having just as rough a time with their partners, right? I stalked down the corridor until I found Blaise's and . . . what was her name, that Hufflepuff girl? Louise or something's, portrait. The side of my fist hadn't even hit the painting before a dark haired, brown skinned girl came barreling out, almost hitting me. I stepped back before the portrait or the girl could knock me over, then stuck my head into the doorway.
Blaise was standing in the middle of his living room, staring straight ahead, jaw on the floor.
"Mate," he groaned when he saw me, running a hand over his buzzed hair "what have we gotten ourselves into?"
"Haven't got a clue. . . Poor Pansy, though. I mean, a Weasely? That's gotta blow."
"She's probably just about gutted him by now, don't you think?" Blaise smirked. "She's one scary bitch."
Pansy was, in fact, one scary bitch. She hadn't stopped screeching at Ron from the second they left the Headmaster's office.
"This is ridiculous! I can't believe they paired me up with you! I mean, no offense, but I'm Pansy Parkinson! I should be paired up with the hottest, most popular bloke in school, like Draco, or Cedric at least! Well, you're Harry Potter's best friend, so you've got that going for you."
Ron had been quiet the entire way, only opening his mouth to mumble the password for their flat.
"God, not to mention we have to share a bed! A bed! This should be illegal, there have to be child labor laws or something against this! I swear, if you so much as step into that bedroom while I'm in there, I'm gonna absolutely kill you!"
Hermione's POV
I was piddling around the flat, inspecting every door to make sure I hadn't missed anything. After organizing my clothes and making sure my robes were hung in the closet, there wasn't much for me to do. I was currently standing in front of the mirror in the corner of the bedroom, my school shirt unbuttoned so I could stare at my stomach, and really check it out from all angles. Holding my shirt with one hand, I felt the plane of my stomach with the other. There really wasn't a difference, the only bump there was regular stomach fat, nothing was out of place yet. I pulled in a deep breath and puffed my stomach out as far as I could before it hurt. So, this is what I would look like tomorrow? Like a big, bloated balloon.
I was knocked out of my daze by Malfoy opening the door and strutting into the room. I looked at him in the mirror, momentarily forgetting I had my shirt wide open. How long had he been gone? At least an hour, I thought to myself.
"Nice tan lines," he remarked, glancing down at my stomach, which was starkly pale compared to the rest of my body. Oh, god! I've been standing here with my shirt open this whole time! I quickly buttoned up and looked at him.
"What do you want?" I glared at him.
"Uh, to go to sleep. It's already ten, Granger. So, can you get out?"
I crinkled my eyebrows at him. "Me? Get out? I'm about to be pregnant, I'm sleeping in this bed. You're more than welcome to sleep on the couch, Draco."
"I am not sleeping on the couch," he stated, making a move for the bed.
"No!" I yelped, jumping up onto the bed to block him. "Sorry, this space is occupied!" I scrambled to get under the covers before he could drag me off.
"You're gonna sleep in your robes?" he smirked at me, crossing his arms across his chest in defiance.
"Yep, no problem for me," I chirped, refusing to give up the bed.
"Without brushing your teeth?" Draco stated there, staring at me, waiting for me to break.
"Ugh," I groaned, giving up. I slid off the bed and ran to the bathroom, grabbing a change of clothes on the way. When I came back, Draco was settled comfortably under the covers, and I could see his bare shoulders. Is he not wearing a shirt? I mean, I figured most guys slept shirtless, but I just didn't wanna see that, especially on Malfoy. I weighed my options here, as the blonde boy stared at me expectantly. I could sleep in the same bed as a shirtless Malfoy, or wake up on the couch tomorrow, pregnant and with back pain. "Fine," I huffed, and reluctantly climbed into bed with Draco Malfoy.
Draco's POV
You know those really awkward situations? I was in one of them. I woke up, and Hermione had a vice-grip on me. Didn't think girls could be that strong. I think she broke one of my ribs, seriously. Remember, I said awkward? This was awkward because a HUGE baby bump was in-between me and Hermione. I mean, it would be awkward anyway, but this just made it more so.
I looked at her face. She looked so peaceful when she was asleep, like nothing mattered except her dreams, much unlike her normal snooty personality. So, naturally, I thought about waking her up, screaming, jumping on the bed, just plain annoying her. But then I remembered what she said last night. Tomorrow, when I wake up, Draco, you need to stop being such an ass to me. And I'm pretty sure that she will keep her promise about punching me again. But I also thought about the baby. I really did care about him, I just don't really care about Hermione that much.
I slithered out of Hermione's grip and walked into the bathroom to get ready, and then realized something. I slept in the same bed as Hermione Granger, a mud-blood. Ew, weird. But she was the one who got into bed with me. So that makes it not as bad, I guess. Still, weird, and she didn't stay on her side!
I got dressed into my robes and walked back into the bedroom. "Hermione," I whispered,"Hermione."
"Wha'," she said groggily.
"Get up."
"Uh-uh," she rolled onto her back.
"We're gonna be late for breakfast." That did it. She shot up faster than a torpedo.
"No! We can't be late for breakfast! I am not missing the most important meal of the day!" She ran around the room frantically, searching for her shoes.
"You know, for a pregnant girl you are really fast. Like insanely fast."
"Shut up! I'm eating for two now," she leaned against the wall, stopping her panicked walk, "Second thought, eating doesn't sound like a good idea anymore," she ran into the bathroom and all I heard for the next couple seconds was retching, until I walked in there and pulled her hair back.
Hermione's POV
I finished vomiting my guts out and sat back on the tile floor. Then it hit me.
"Oh, my god!" My hands flew to my stomach, which was the size of a beach ball. "Oh, my god!" I yelled, pushing myself off of the floor and running to the mirror. I stared in disbelief at my stomach, I mean it felt real. I could feel the weight of it pulling on my body, and the extra effort it took for me to sit up and stand straight. "Look at it! Draco, are you seeing this?"
I turned to the side. My stomach was way bigger than I imagined it would be. I thought it would look like I had a big lunch, but I was HUGE! Even my boobs looked bigger! Draco was standing behind me, clearly amused by what he saw, but also looking a little frightened.
"Can you feel anything in there?"
"Not really, it just feels . . . heavy," I tried pulling down my shirt, but realized it wasn't big enough to fit over my newly stretched stomach. "Oh, bugger, none of my clothes are going to fit."
"Why don't you charm them?" Draco asked me, quirking an eyebrow.
"Actually, that's not a horrible idea."
On the way to the Great Hall for breakfast, we met up with: Luna and Harry, Pansy and Ron, — currently fighting about what table they would sit at — Cedric and Padma, Laura and Blaise, and Neville and Paisley.
"Oh, thank Merlin that's all of us! I don't think I could face the whole Great Hall missing even one of you!"
"Don't worry, Hermione. With all of us here we can keep away the Nargles," Luna said, her dreamy voice putting everyone at ease. She looked so disheveled, though. She had dark circles under her eyes, like she hadn't slept. Oh my Merlin! Somethings going on between Luna and Harry!
I glanced at Ron. All the color was still drained from his face, and he looked terrified, probably Pansy's fault. She was in full gear today, screaming and arguing with Ron over anything.
Paisley and Neville watched with interest, bemused expressions on their faces. Her brown eyes were filled with laughter, her skin red from laughing so hard at some stupid thing Neville had said, the freckles across her nose clumping together every time she smiled.
"Well, here we go," we all said as we approached the Great Hall.
And so we pushed open the doors.
2011 A/N-Cliffy! What do the other Hogwarts students think? Reviews help me write my chapters!
-Indie
