Chapter Two

All Just an Act?

Hermione awoke to someone nudging her roughly. She opened her eyes to find Harry standing in front of her with his arms crossed and Ron right behind him looking at her with a confused expression on his face.

"Would you care to explain to me who did that?" asked Harry, as he pointed to her now much fuller stomach. Hermione looked down to her now much fuller belly and frowned before she struggled to sit upright. She did not know how far along she was yet, certainly not six months, but her stomach appeared larger than it should have for the stage she was at, what could that mean?

"I did," said a voice to their left. All three turned their heads to see who had intruded in on their conversation. Draco was leaning again the door of the compartment, the ever seemingly permanent smirk staining his lips and his grey eyes were fixed with a glare.

"What?" asked both Harry and Ron, as they glared back at Draco.

Draco pushed past the two boys roughly and sat down next to Hermione. He then shocked everyone when he leaned over and chastely kissed her the lips, both jumped slightly when their lips met, neither one had expected to feel such a jolt of energy come from the simple kiss. Draco pulled away from her slowly as if he did not want to stop. Hermione opened her eyes slowly and looked at him, he was staring back at her. His eyes had darkened to a smoky black with passion, she had never seen him like this, she had to bite her lip to keep herself from launching herself at him and snogging him until his lips were blue. Draco moved way from her and leaned back in his seat, he put his arm around her and pulled her close. She went ridged, as he smirked arrogantly at Harry, who looked like he was ready to burst with pent up rage.

"How could you?" he said through gritted teeth, as he watched Draco's long fingers rub slow circles into Hermione's shoulder.

Something in Hermione clicked and she came out of her stupor. "How could I?" she asked, her tone filled with venom. "You cheated on me the whole bloody holiday! We dated three years Harry, and you tossed it away as if it meant nothing." Ron gasped at the fact that she had cursed which was something out of character for her.

"Well, it is apparent to everyone here that you cheated on me first, unless you just got fat over the summer."

She gasped and tears sprang to her eyes,"You don't even know the whole story."

"Yeah, well I think I do know it, you're a slag."

Draco stood up and clenched his wand in his hand, "I think it would be best if you leave now Potter."

"Don't worry, I don't want to be around her any longer." Harry stormed out of the compartment and Ron slowly started to follow him, seeming torn on who he should stay with.

"Ron, it's not what it seems. You will find out the truth tonight, I promise," said Hermione who had grabbed his arm and stopped him from leaving.

"I trust you Hermione, I just saw you a little while ago and you were defiantly not pregnant then." Ron the glanced at Draco before he looked back to Hermione who gave him a reassuring smile that she would be fine with the git. He then left, closing the sliding door behind him.

Draco sat down next to her and ran his hand through his platinum locks. Hermione looked at him with a frown on her face and a hand subconsciously on her stomach, "Why did you do that?"

He looked at her, a scowl on his face, "Do what?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Oh I don't know, you kissed me, deliberately put your arm around me and defended me against Harry, last time I checked you disliked like having to breathe the same air as me."

His arrogant facade came back over his face, "I still do. I was just keeping up appearances like the old kook asked us to."

"He never told us to kiss, and he is not an old kook."

He ignored her last comment, "No, but he did ask us to perhaps act like we were boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Are you saying you want to date me Malfoy?"

A look of disgust filled his eyes, "Of course not! I simply did it to get the Scarhead riled up and it worked."

A blush of both anger and embarrassment at being used in such a way rose in Hermione's round cheeks. "You are a prick," she said simply.

"Get used to it."

The train slowly came to a stop, and Draco stood leaving the compartment without even trying to help Hermione stand. She struggled, but was finally able to succeed in making herself upright, her next goal was figuring out how to walk with the new and suddenly added weight on her used to be slim, but curvy frame. The shocked stares and comments she received as she maneuvered out of the train made her eyes brim with tears, she felt ashamed for something that was not her fault nor even real.

As she got off the train she did not even bother to say hello to Hagrid, who had called out her name. Instead, she headed straight for the Heads' carriage that had gold rimmed wheels, unlike the others. To her displeasure she was once again faced with having to be in the same space as the royal arse (Draco Malfoy), who did not even acknowledge her as she got into the carriage. They sat in an uneasy silence for three minutes before Draco turned to her, "I want to make one thing clear about this year and this damn experiment thing we have been thrown into." He paused to see if she was listening and she stared coldly at him, her brown eyes narrowed. "Once that sprog or whatever it is comes out, don't expect me to help you take care of it, I do not look after sprogs, that is what house elves are for."

Hermione gasped, before crossing her arms, "Fine, I doubt you would be a good fake father anyway, you are to much like your own father to care about anything that takes away your right to be the center of everything. You could never put yourself before something else, let alone love it. I pity people like you."

A murderous glare over came him, "You are the mudblood not me, as far as I am concerned you will never be anything but the dung that I wipe off my shoes at the end of this miserable year."

Tears once again entered her eyes, normally she would not let him get to her, but for some reason she could not stop the hot tears from rolling down her cheeks and onto her protruding stomach. Suddenly she felt something move inside her and it push rather roughly against where her hand lay. She gasped at the feeling, it felt strange, it was as if she had popcorn popping within her. "Oh Merlin, I think it just kicked me," she muttered, as she looked down at her stomach unaware that Draco was watching her with an emotion in his eyes that plainly said that he longed for her in more ways than just lust. However, as soon as she looked back up the emotion was gone, if it had even existed at all.

A/N: Once again, if there were major typos in this chapter please let me know, I am working on getting a beta. There will be another chapter up Sunday along with another chapter of The Snake. This chapter was meant to be longer, but I wrote the last line and it just seemed to fit perfectly as an ending I don't like to fight with my muse.

Next chapter everything is explained to the students, they get their partners and spells and the new dorms are explained, first day classes begin and all is chaos at Hogwarts.

Chapter after that, Harry goes on a drunk rage (similar to Baby Boomers, different reason), Ron and Draco also reach civil terms (minus Tommy Chong as narrator...what the hell was I thinking? Why did no one stop me...WHY?).

Thank you for all the reviews last chapter, they made my day and I am happy to see that some of the old Baby Boomers fans have come back. I am trying to write Draco and Hermione closer to the canon versions, they are still a bit OOC and always will be, because I am not J.K. Rowling, but so far how am I doing?

With love and Plushie Dracos,

Forgetful Love