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A/N: Okay, I had so many ideas for this story, but I've been in a slump lately, so it will probably be shorter than I expected, but whatever. Please review, they make me happy.

Chapter 5 – Something is Really Wrong

Something was wrong. Really Wrong. It was April, but she should have figured it out sooner.

Flashback

Draco and Hermione had spent so much time together, trying to forget the world, and when they were together they almost could. They had barely started talking, but it felt like they had known each other forever.

Hermione was surprised at how much they had in common. Draco had read much of the Muggle literature that she had and they had long in-depth conversations about everything, everything from Shakespeare to which one of them had a better ass. She felt something for him in the pit of her stomach. She hoped it was indigestion.

Draco was also feeling different. He looked at her differently and had a newfound respect for her. He had always known she was smart, but he had never realized how generally interesting she was. They had the same taste on books, and the same views on life. He felt something stirring for her…not in his stomach though.

It happened suddenly. Neither had been planning it, but it didn't really come as a shock. She had invited him up to the little hotel room she had been staying in like always. They usually had drinks and sat out on the balcony and talked.

Hermione walked into the bedroom she was staying in to fix her hair in the vanity, and to put on a sweater, it was over air-conditioned in the hotel.

Draco walked in slowly behind her, watching her pick through a pile of clothes dejectedly.

"Draco I'm just…" her sentence trailed off as she looked into his eyes and spotted the range of emotions and turmoil flitting through them. She just gaped for a moment.

In an instant they had flown together, touching everywhere, kissing passionately. Their hands roamed, trying to imprint the feel of each other in their minds forever.

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He carried her over to the bed and started shedding his clothing. She did the same for herself. They worked quickly, desperate to touch again, over and over.

It was pain and pleasure beyond anything Hermione had ever felt. She half heard herself moaning wantonly before she gave over to the pleasure again. Draco too was in sheer bliss. Eventually they collapsed together, exhausted.

The last thought Hermione had before sinking into a contented sleep was 'It's definitely not too cold in here now.'

End of Flashback

Hermione grinned thinking back to that day, it had really been amazing. Her grin turned into a grimace as she ran to the bathroom to divulge herself of another meal. Morning sickness my ass. She grabbed her toothbrush and rid her mouth of the disgusting taste.

What the hell was she going to do?

For the rest of the week she avoided Draco again, dodging around corners, and avoiding his worried glances in their classes.

Draco knew something was wrong. She was avoiding him again. What had he done this time? He had stayed away from Pansy, and told her not to bother him again. She had been royally pissed, but from the look in his eyes she knew she should obey.

He was patrolling the corridors deep in thought when he saw her. She obviously hadn't seen him yet and he was extremely grateful, this way he could probably catch her. He ducked into an empty classroom and waited. He heard the soft click of her shoes echo closer to the room and he reached out and pulled her in quickly. She let out a little muffled yelp as his hand went across her mouth. Her eyes showed panic and fear, then comfort, then surprisingly panic again.

"You know, it's a little bit late to start playing hard-to-get you know," Draco said and pulled one of his signature smirks.

She grinned feebly at his joke and looked down at her feet.

"What's wrong, I know you've been avoiding me," Draco asked pulling her chin up gently with his finger so she would meet his eyes again.

"Look Draco, I can't do this anymore. I just…I just can't."

"What now?! We've discussed it, it's worth the risk."

"It's not worth the risk anymore, I have other things to worry about."

He just stared at her flabbergasted. Was it about her parents? No, couldn't be that was nothing new. Weasley and Pothead? No, they could take care of themselves. He looked at her again and registered the way her arm curled protectively around her stomach. Involuntarily he took a step back from her in shock, and instantly felt terrible when she looked so sad.

"You, you…no…you can't. What…how?" He muttered frantically hoping he was wrong.

"I'm sorry, but I am. I'm pregnant. I found out a little bit ago. I didn't want you to know. Please, it's not your problem, and I can't risk anything happening because of us."

"HOW CAN YOU SAY IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM?!" He roared at her in frustration.

She winced and tried to take a step backwards but just ended up hitting a stone wall.

"It's mine isn't it?!" he demanded.

She slapped him with all of her might across the face.

"Of course it is! How could you possibly think otherwise?" she practically screamed at him.

"Well then if it's mine, it is my problem too."

He took a step towards her not even feeling the pain from her slap, even though there was now a red hand mark splayed across his cheek. He grabbed her in a tight hug, pulling her as close to him as she could.

"I love you, and I will be there for you. I can help you through this. We'll do it together. I will love it too." He thought his words would comfort her but instead she started sobbing and pushed him away from her.

"Don't you see? That's exactly what you CAN'T do. You can't do anything. You have to pretend like you know nothing about this at all. If any of this got out, you know what would happen. I know it's stupid but I love her, him, it, whatever already. I can't take that risk. I love you too, but you have to forget about me."

She sobbed but stared at him with conviction blazing. She would not back down on this.

Draco felt like someone had stabbed him. It was excruciating. This couldn't be happening. His mind couldn't focus on anything. He finally realized he was standing alone in the room, he didn't know how long he stood there. Everything was wrong. He crumpled. He fell to the floor holding his head in his hands. No. It was wrong. It wasn't happening. The words kept repeating themselves in his head, but they didn't change anything.

Hermione ran to the Gryffindor Common Room in tears. She half wanted Draco to come running after her, but she knew he wouldn't and shouldn't. She had done the right thing. She burst through the portrait with tears still streaming down her face.

"Hermione are you alright?!" Ginny asked worriedly. Harry looked up and gave her a frantic look as well.

"I'm fine! Leave me alone!" Hermione shrieked at them.

Ginny and Harry shared a knowing look, figuring it was about Ron.

"You don't know anything!!! You are a bunch of self absorbed conceited egotistical morons!!" She screamed at them and raced to her room, leaving them standing there in shock.

She felt bad, but really, they weren't the most important thing on her mind at the moment. She knew she had been neglecting her friends but she couldn't help it. How had she gotten herself into this mess?

Hermione undressed hurriedly, finding the most comfortable pair of pajamas she could find and curled into a ball on her bed. She cried herself into a disturbed sleep, not knowing what the hell she could do.

A/N: O so full of angst. Please Review! Makes my day!

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