See this is longer right? lol. Anyway I hope you like this Chapter, as well. R&R!
Chapter 13: Not Sick
A month had gone by, from the night Draco and Hermione had taken the big step into their relationship. At that time very few knew about them being together. And now everyone seemed to know. And the funny thing was the Slytherins were happy that they, in Zabini's words, 'Hooked up'. Except one very irked off, Pansy Parkinson. But, nobody paid her the time of day to notice that she hated Hermione Granger.
Harry and Ron were in the same predicament as Pansy. The only thing was they hated that she was with Malfoy, they didn't actually hate her. They still didn't talk to her and she still ignored them. Now, if they perhaps came up to her, apologized, and then asked if they could be friends again, she might except, but she didn't know, for they weren't there for her in her most difficult times.
Hermione now found herself in the bathroom for the umpteenth time. She couldn't keep count for how many time she had been sick during that month. She wondered if she had the flu. But, she highly doubted it. 'But, what do I have?' She asked herself as she let her breakfast fill the toilet.
Draco knocked on the door and when he heard her gaging he burst in. He came and held her hair for her, he'd always been their for her while she was sick and he started to get really worried. He didn't know what was wrong, he asked her if she had the flu and she told him no, she would have other symptoms if it was the flu, anyways.
When Hermione felt that she was finished she just sat back and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. Her face wet with tears that had fallen, "This is really gross." She said crying, "I want to know what's wrong with me." She cried and Draco gathered her into his arms and combed a hand through her hair.
"Your, gonna be ok, Hermione.. Maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey." He suggested.
"Maybe I will." She sniffled, "Would you come with me?" She asked looked up at him.
Draco smiled, "Of, course." He told her, "We have Potions in five minutes, so how about we go after class, ok? Does that sound good to you?" he asked giving her a kiss on the top of her head.
Hermione nodded and then wiped the rest of the tears away.
Draco helped her to her feet and he helped Hermione straighten up and then he held her school bag on their way to Potions.
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Walking into Potions Draco took his seat next to Hermione. Snape miraculously changed the seating a while ago, when Draco had asked to be paired up with Hermione.
Snape stood from his chair as the last of the class was settled in their seats. He looked upon them all and his eyes came upon Hermione who looked extremely sick.
He quirked an eyebrow, and then started his lesson, "We will be making the Wound-Healing Potion today. Directions are on the board," Snape said and flicked his wand towards the board, making the Directions appear. "Ingredients are over their." He said waving an uncaring hand towards the cabinet filled with all sorts of ingredients. "You may start, now." He said and some students scurried off to get the ingredients while the others got the cauldrons.
Draco looked to Hermione, "I'll get the ingredients you get the cauldron, ok?" Hermione only gave a slight nod.
Once they were both back at the desk they put the many ingredients in the cauldron. Hermione was stirring the potion; twice counterclockwise and five times clockwise. "Phoenix tears?" Draco poured a small vile of clear liquid into the cauldron and Hermione stirred once clockwise and again counterclockwise. "Shavings of a Vampire tooth?" Draco picked up a small plate and dumped white shavings into the cauldron. Hermione let it sit for a while. Waiting ten second, precisely before asking, "Unicorn Blood?" Draco picked up a vile filled with a silver substance and poured into the caldron.
Hermione could feel her stomach turn as the silver and red colors mixed as Draco now stirred the cauldron. It started to smoke and the color changed to a deep purple. Hermione brought her hand to her mouth.
"Hermione?" Draco asked watching her actions.
"I think I'm gonna be sick." She said and stood up racing out of the classroom. Everyone looked from the door to Draco. His eyes wide. He soon stood up and ran after her.
Hermione stood behind a statue that was supposed to be of Salazar Slytherin. And retched what looked like the rest of her breakfast "Poor, Dear." Said a portrait of an elderly witch that was hung just beside the statue.
"Hermione?" Draco called and ran over to her, "You ok, Luv?" He asked patting her back.
She shook her head, "I don't know what it was. It's just the Unicorn Blood mixing with the rest of the potion it just...got me sick I guess." Draco hugged Hermione and kissed her forehead.
"Mr. Malfoy." Said a cold voice in the shadows of the Dungeons. Draco and Hermione both jumped, then Professor Snape appeared, "Maybe you should escort Ms. Granger to the Hospital Wing. I don't want one of my House passing around the flu." He said, knowing fairly well Hermione didn't have the flu.
"Yes, Sir." He said and gave a small smile to his Godfather. Hermione thought she saw a hint of a smile coming from the corners of Snape's mouth, but as soon as it came it vanished.
Draco led Hermione down the corridor. Leaving Professor Snape watching after them. He shook his head. 'What a shock their going to go threw.' Snape said and he almost laughed if it weren't for Longbottom coming out of the classroom, telling him that Ron Weasley had blown up his cauldron. Snape growled and stormed back into his classroom.
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Draco and Hermione walked into the infirmary Madam Pomfrey scurried over to them and hurried Hermione over to one of the hospital beds.
"What's wrong dears?" She asked as soon as Hermione agreed to lie down. Draco stood beside her.
"Well, I've been getting sick over the past month." Hermione told the Medi-witch.
"Sick as in?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"As in throwing everything I bloody eat up." She said, "It's like I have the flu, yet I don't have any other symptoms."
The Medi-Witch started over to a cabinet and took a small needle and a vile. "I'm going to have to take some blood, deary." She said and picked up Hermione's hand pricking her finger before Hermione could protest. Draco just watched. Hermione saw the small amount of blood fill the vile and she brought her free hand to her mouth. Praying to the Gods that she wouldn't throw up.
"All done. Now, you two can stay here until I come back with the result." She told them with a smile, quickly giving Hermione a swab for her finger and then slipping out of the infirmary.
Draco, picked up Hermione's hand and kissed the small wound. Hermione smiled and brushed some of his shaggy blonde hair out of his eyes. They didn't talk they just sat their. He held her hand, hoping that it wasn't something serious.
Meanwhile, in Poppy's lab she tested Hermione's blood. Pouring a potion into the vile of blood watching as it turned many colors an then settled on a violet color. The Medi-Witch's eyes bugged at the results. She couldn't believe that Hermione Granger had gotten herself into this and with Draco Malfoy. But, then she smiled.
She slowly made her way back into the infirmary and stalked over to the couple. "Ms. Granger you are not sick." She stated truthfully.
Hermione's brow furrowed, as did Draco's, "Well, what the bloody hell's wrong with me then?" She asked.
"You are Pregnant." She said without hesitation.
Hermione went wide-eyed and she felt her breath get caught in her throat. Then she felt Draco's hand slip from hers and a thud sounded the room, "Draco?" Hermione asked and they both looked to find Draco on the floor; unconscious.
A/N: I don't know what the ingredients for the Wound-Healing Potion are. I don't remembering reading about that in the books, so I just named what I thought might be in it.