A/N:
Wow thanks so much guys i really appriciate your patience and i will try hard to work on this story. I am working on When Love Hurts as well cause i thought of that plot before this one and my morning sickness is a real pain as i am almost 20 weeks already and i'm still throwing up!
I thought i would rewrite this but after re-reading OMG i love it and i dont want to change a single word so far written. I can also write more easily what she is going through now as i am a bit further along!
SuparstarEden: yes i agree STUFF THAT FOR A JOKE i would not have twice the symptoms for the world even if it meant i wouldnt get fat! then again some of us get it good some of us get it bad! let me tell you if you are a youngin (i'm only 19 myself) Pregancy is no picnic and no matter how much you love your little one i would happily take twice the symptoms to be free of it! I unfortunately am stuck in a similar situation to Hermiones except i wasnt drunk, just under the influences of other things that only adults should consume in moderation.
Adonica: yes i like this side of draco as well i mean who would have thought he would take first aid and be a christian huh? Lol as for Harry and Ron, give it time they will have a part in this story but it does come a fair amount later in the fic. This is a Dramione so i tend to talk more about them then other characters, just bear with me!
Red Rose Fairy: Yes we all want to know who the father is myself included, when i know i will work out how to do some suttle clues but it will all come out in the end so keep reading to find out! If you like suspense try my other one When Love Hurts, it has tons of mystery and i am really proud of the way it is going and if you like em like this one try For You To Notice Me, I've already finished it but it got alot of good reviews but i could always use more oP
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Anyway now that i have gotten that out of my system on with the story! I hope you love it and please remember to read and review my other stories cause not as many people read them as they read this one! Oh and this is from Draco's POV this chappie so dont be confuzzled
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Perfect Butterfly Blade
Chapter Four:
I Know Something You Don't Know:
I picked and strummed at my guitar confused and infuriated at myself. Why could i not use the evidence i had against this young woman i was supposed to hate so violently. I thought it amusing that she figured i would not know a positive pregnancy test when i saw one, muggle or not, i was honestly not that oblivious to the muggle world. In fact there were alot of muggle things that i believed in and that i knew about. I may be arrogant but that does not make me ignorant. So why did i feel guilty when ever i thought about telling someone. That was not alike to my personality traits at all. Damn Dumbledore having a moral effect on me the old grey duddy who was too smart for his own good. Another thing that confused me was why she had not told anyone else and why she was not showing. After the incident in her room Dumbledore had explained the situation to me, despite that i was well aware of her unplanned pregnancy, and i had promised him i would not say anything to anyone else about this.
I was worried about her and spent alot of time studying her intensely. Sometimes she caught me and gave me a disgruntled look but after a while she had gotten annoyed at my constant observation and had told me to take a picture as it lasted longer. Being the smart alec I was i took out a camera then and there and snapped an everlasting photo of her reading. I had hidden that photo inside a book where i kept all the tabs for songs i had either written or enjoyed playing, for safe keepings and to occasionally take out and study when she was locked in her room or elsewhere in the castle and i could not observe her.
It was a great concern of mine that i may of been developing feelings towards the dirty mudblood i despised for the past seven years. I had gone out of my way to humiliate and torture her in more creative and interesting ways. But the cheap thrill of making her cry had gone when i had discovered her unfortunate situation and a part of me wanted to comfort her as it seemed that she thought no one else would or could understand how she felt. Not saying that i knew what it was like to be pregnant at a young age, but my poor mother had been caught in a similar situation and had then been forced into an ugly marriage that she only endured for the sake of her only child. Her husband did not want anymore children after she had produced an heir, and even the child she had given him had been an accident. Lucius had resented her from the second she told him she was pregnant. I did not blame her for the way she behaved for years of abuse had left her empty and cold and despite her love for her son she never dared show affection for fear of retribution. I knew i could never leave her either because i knew the consequences for my action and could not bear to think of her in pain.
When I was young she had wiped away my tears and fixed my bruises and grazes i had acquired during childish play or the pained ego after my father had lashed out at me. Unfortunately he had caught her comforting me and had banished her from my side. I had always loved my mother and respected her. She would not tell me her story but my aunt Bellatrix was a gossip and was more than happy to relay all the juicy details to me as i had grown older. I had learned to respect and admire my mother and her courage and loyalty. She may of been a Slytherin but she had a gryffindor heart despite her pure blood.
Perhaps that is what facinated me and drew my attention to the mudblood. Was my mothers pain the reason of my attraction or was there something else that i was not aware of. The more i thought about it, the more it infuriated me and i was lucky that i had not broken any strings with my vigorous plucking and strumming. I could not concentrate on the tablature in front of me no matter what i tried my concentration kept going back to that silly picture i had taken simply to annoy her. Deciding it was not worth the frustration i put my guitar down and snapped shut the book full of loose pages.
A walk would do better to calm my nerves, unless i walked into another Slytherin and then i would be left bored entertaining them with the notions of a bad boy Slytherin, pretending to care what others thought and always having to maintain a stupid reputation that I had perfected over the seven years i had been forced to study here. I loved my mother greatly but any ideals my father had i made it my mission to despise. No man with such a black heart could possibly know what was right and wrong and i saw him simply as a donkey with a carrot being waved in front of his face. All he knew how to do was follow, minipulate and cause pain. As wrong as it sounded i looked forward to his death with great anticipation. I saw it with two up sides and no down sides, i would inherit his fortune and mother and I would be free of him for good.
I nodded at people i knew and tried to initiate conversation along the way pretending i was on an important mission and could not be disturbed and alot of people bought it except for one annoying and pretty but irritating brunette. Her company was bearable when your bed was occupied on a cold night but that was about as far as her uses went. She wasnt as dumb as people made her out to be but she was still a few oxygen molecules short of water. When you didn't want to talk to her it made her presence all the more unbearable. She knew when she wasnt welcome but for some reason clung on anyway.
"I know something you dont know," she patronized me and despite having as cool a temperament as one could have with Pansy inside i really wanted to knock her lights out. Then again what could she know that i didn't i mean come on this is Pansy we are talking about.
"What could you possibly know that I don't Pansy?" I inquired deciding to entertain her notion of intelligence.
"Well I don't know how you cant know seeing as you live in the same area as her, you poor thing," this was getting ridiculous. I just wanted to know then when it clicked, yes it took a few minutes to register, I'm not that quick myself, I realized that she was talking about the Mudblood and there was only one secret about her that i knew of and I prayed internally that Pansy was not aware of this.
"Stop hogging the news and spill," i ushered her into a private room that turned out to be a broom closet and pressed her for information.
"It's gunna cost ya," she smiled, ughhh just like Pansy to want something in return.
"Fine what?"
"A Kiss," she puckered her lips and i shuddered internally. She was normally somewhat attractive but she was not cute when she scrunched her face like that. Sucking up all my dignity i did as she asked and turned to wipe the disgusting taste of cigarettes from my mouth when she was finished having her way which unfortunately for me involved copping a feel while she was at it. I swear she had no shame this girl. Funny enough my sleeve had food spatters from breakfast, that Hermione, i mean granger, had cooked that morning and it tasted alot better than that horrible kiss i had to endure just to find out what Pansy knew. She leaned in for another when i hastily pushed her away.
"Okay! Okay! You've had your fun what do you know that I don't," I asked her now getting impatient with her as she gave me puppy dog eyes hoping i would feel her up this time. As tempting as her cleavage was i just did not have the libido at the time.
"The mudblood," she started
"Yes what about her?"
"She's pregnant, a woman always knows these things," She whispered her eyes shining brightly. I did not like the look or sound of this.
"Are you sure? I mean who would want to knock up Granger?" I questioned her knowledge whilst thinking, well me for one and then worked very hard to get that image out of my head.
"Okay so i caught her throwing up in the bathroom almost three months ago but dont you think its funny that she has had this Stomach Flu for so long? She glows and have you seen her stuffing down the mushrooms?" I was too busy thinking of Granger naked and then trying to forget the mental image as lower limbs started stirring to life of thier own accord. Then I remembered that i would have to deal with Pansy.
"Wouldn't she be getting really fat?" I asked as this was something that would have puzzled me had Dumledore not explained previously about the potion he had given to Granger to conceal her secret.
"Well thats what i have been trying to figure out, I cant tell anyone else if i have no proof cause who is going to belive the book worm is up the duff if there is no proof of it?" See what i mean when i say she isnt as dumb as she seems. She knows where there is smoke there is fire but if there is no smoke everyone simply thinks you are crying wolf. Then a devious plan came to mind, strangely enough though the joke instead of being on a Gryffindor as per normal the prank would be on a certain gossipy Slytherin i knew would not keep her mouth shut. Pansy Parkinson was in for it.
"Well I will see what i can find out but i am not making any promises Pansy," I smirked a genuine smirk in her direction, "I will search through her room, you try and find out who the father could be."
"So you believe me?" She asked her eyes filled with annoying admiration.
"Yes Pansy but we cant tell anyone till we have solid proof understood?" She nodded her irritating lolly pop head up and down making her look like one of those bobble headed Elvis dolls muggles put on the dashboard of their car. I couldnt help but smile at the idea of someone sticking a suction cup to her legs and attaching her to the front of a car. I liked even more the idea of her as a stuffed toy people gave to their vicious dogs to rip to pieces. I was a sick puppy myself when i wanted to be and when it came to Pansy I always wanted to be a sick puppy she bought out the nasty in me.
I whistled a merry tune as i made my way back to my room. This would all come crashing and burning down around her feet and i would be standing looking down at her making her feel as small and petty as she was not mention vain and egotistical. Then again vain and egotistical were two traits that i was famous for.
A/N:
There you go another chapter done and dusted like my vinyl records! So he does know that she is pregnant but is he nice or is he evil? Is he going to use what he knows to hurt Hermione or Pansy? Could it all come crashing and burning around him instead? Keep reading to find out!!!
I know my spelling and grammar are appaling but its 7:30 am give a girl some credit I've been up all night so...
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Perfect Butterfly Blade