A/N: Now, I know all of you are extremely furious, annoyed and most probably hate me by now since I haven't updated since god know how long. BUT, I errmm…have a very good explanation.
My sister ate the laptop. She can get very hungry sometimes and the laptop just seemed to be lying around and what do you know? She gobbled it right down. I know I'm shocked, sickened and appalled as well. Before we get onto the story, I would like to thank ALL of my reviewers and readers. Reading your reviews made me get up and write this chapter!
One more thing. This chapter is dedicated to all of you wonderful reviewers and to a special fanfictioneer; bitehere for it was her birthday a few days ago!! I promised you that this chapter will be updated and here it is! Hope you all enjoy it!
For now, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, just the plot and my ingenious character 'Hilda'.
Previous Chapter:
'She looks so peaceful when she sleeps,' he thought. 'Wow! Draco…did you just think that?' he wondered. He shook his head and cautiously covered her form in the quilt. He thought back to what Blaise had said about her being quite pretty. A small smirk played at his lips, he could help but agree. With that he took the letter which he found on the coffee table and went upstairs to his bedroom.
He changed into his boxers and slept…hoping for a peaceful slumber.
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The next morning went in a big blur, it was quite a rush. Both the Heads woke up twenty minutes before class started, resulting in the both of them arguing over who would use the bathroom first. Hermione ended up getting the bathroom since Draco got fed up with all of her ranting and rambling. He swore loudly at her and slammed his bathroom door on her face. Hermione poked her tongue out at his door and stomped into the bathroom and shut the door making it quite obvious that she wasn't exactly happy.
Hermione had not slept well the other night. She kept on waking up in the middle of the night for no reason in particular. She figured it was the couch which made it so uncomfortable for her to sleep. She had only had a few hours of sleep before waking up to a shouting Draco Malfoy. She got up from the couch and stretched for a few seconds before tiredly walking up the stairs and into the bathroom.
She really didn't understand him, he was like a puzzle which was impossible to solve. Yesterday night she had fallen asleep on the couch and when she had woken up today she was covered in a green blanket which smelt of…she didn't really know what it smelt like. Just like him, it was unknown. She must've looked cold for him to do something like that. She shrugged it off as she got out of the shower and started brushing her teeth.
And now she wakes up to, 'God damn you Granger!' she didn't know what she had done. She was just sleeping…wasn't she? She mulled her thoughts over in her head for what seemed like the tenth time that morning before she rinsed out her mouth and was about to open the bathroom door when she realised the dilemma she had so stupidly placed herself in. Hermione groaned, she was wrapped in only a towel, she had forgotten to get her clean uniform from her bedroom and her old ones were already soaking wet in the bath tub. She sighed…she'd have to run into her bedroom. 'I wonder where Malfoy is…' she thought apprehensively.
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Draco's night had been…thoughtful? He kept on replaying the things Blaise had talked to him about. Draco was no match maker, but he knew it when he saw when two people were meant to be together. He resolved to somehow getting the two of them together however feminine the subject of match making was. It could possibly be fun.
Since Draco had only started sleeping at around four in the morning he quite obviously woke up later than usual which could be a bad thing when you know that you were going to have Defence Against the Dark Arts first period with the new Head of House for the first time. He was a Slytherin and a Malfoy meaning that he had to make a good first impression of himself.
Draco finally woke up at seven-thirty; he did not take this to his liking. He jumped up from his bed resulting in him tripping on the bit of quilt lying on the floor and crashing head first into his bedside table. He didn't know why, maybe it was the first thing that came to his mind or it could be the fact that he had been tossing and turning in his sleep because she had pondered his thoughts yet again and so he screamed, 'Goddamn you Granger!'
Rubbing his forehead angrily he grabbed his school uniform from his wardrobe and made his way out into the corridor.
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She opened the door and poked her head out. The corridor was empty. She waited a few more seconds before she dashed towards her bedroom door. Unfortunately, Draco took that exact moment to walk out of his bedroom carrying his uniform in one hand and looking unusually flushed. Hermione's head whipped around just as Draco lifted his head. Their eyes connected. 'Somebody kill me!' Hermione thought desperately before emitting a small, 'Eeek!' and running into her bedroom. Hermione did not acknowledge the shocked expression which graced Draco's features for a few seconds. Even after Hermione had clothed herself, brushed her hair and packed her books her cheeks were still tinged a rosy pink.
Hermione groaned, 'What a great start to the day…' she thought as she walked out of her bedroom. She knew that Draco was in the bathroom since she had heard the door close, it hadn't opened yet. You would've thought that she being a female would take more time in the bathroom, Draco proved otherwise.
'Probably checking himself out…' Hermione thought snidely. She checked her watch as she quickly walked to her first period class, Defence Against the Dark Arts with the Slytherins. This was not her day!
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Shocked and disgusted were understatements as to how Draco was feeling at that moment. He shivered at the thought of seeing Hermione half naked. What would his father think? A muggle born… and yet he was shocked and astonished as to how a thing like Hermione could posses such breath taking beauty. She had looked like an angel for a second in the scarce sunlight which protruded through one of the higher windows. Her hair slightly wet and ruffled and her skin gleaming in the sunlight. Draco felt his ears becoming warm and quickly shoved these thoughts out of his mind and replaced his expression as if he were bored; like he'd seen better…he had after all been called the Slytherin Sex God for a reason.
He walked the remaining distance from his bedroom to the bathroom and went inside to clean himself up.
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She had five minutes to get to class and what was worse, her stomach was rumbling in hunger. She seemed to be hungry a lot these days. She had finally arrived in the class a few minutes after the bell had rung. She walked into the class, expecting to be yelled at but instead was met with the smiling Professor sitting on top of her table. She acted more like a student than a teacher in Hermione's opinion.
All the boys had miraculously become much more interested in the subject and had moved to the front of the classroom, even the Slytherin boys. Hermione noticed the girls at the back of the classrooms sending the Professor glares. The boys quite noticeably liked their new teacher better than the girls. Frankly she didn't care, as long as she got high marks, she was happy with whatever teacher her class was assigned.
'I'm sorry I'm late-,' Hermione started but was cut off by Professor Juliana.
'Oh! Not a worry… I can't blame you. Just take a seat,' the Professor said still smiling at her. She was quite pretty and nothing like their previous two Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers. Hermione smiled at her and went over to sit at the back of the classroom.
The room was silent. There were a few empty spaces so the Professor did not start the lesson yet. She just sat there observing the class. With the boys staring at her in awe and the girls sending her silent death glares; Hermione's not so quiet grumbling of her stomach did not go unheard. All heads turned her way as she quickly ducked down to get a book from her bag, trying to hide her immensely red face. After a few moments the class went back to its normal being. After a few students came in, including the Slytherin Prince who completely ignored her, the Professor began the lesson.
'Alright, Good Morning then class!' she said enthusiastically as the boys' eyes bulged out of their sockets as she hoped off the table.
'Morning,' the class chanted back.
'Ok. Today we will be discussing the importance of the truth potion…anyone know the exact name for this potion?' she asked as she looked over at the class. Most of the boys, including Harry and Ron who were sitting in the second row were vigorously flicking through their books trying to figure out the answer. However, Hermione's hand had shot right up even before the words had left the Professors mouth.
'Yes Miss Granger?' she asked gesturing at Hermione.
'The truth potion is commonly known as 'Veritaserum,' she said.
'Correct! Five points for Gryffindor,' the Professor beamed.
'Now who could tell me what Veritaserum is specifically designed to do?' she asked again her enthusiastic smile back on her face. A few hands popped up into the air. Hermione's and Draco's included, he was sitting right behind Hermione. The teacher smiled at Hermione and turned to Draco.
'Yes Mr. Malfoy?' she asked with a smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing…she had devised a devilish plan. Hermione put down her hand in amazement. No one had ever chosen her over anyone, least of all Malfoy. Only Snape had done that because he favoured his house, but Hermione had thought that Professor Julianna was not like Slytherins previous Head of House. She still had time to discover that the young Professor was doing everything for her good.
Draco threw a smirk Hermione's way before he recited in a very Hermionie-ish manner, 'Veritaserum, an immensely strong truth potion is used to get the victim of this deadly potion to admit the truth to whatever they are being questioned about.' Hermione's mouth was opened in shock. She was now determined to beat the Ferret to the next question.
'Have you forgotten anything other than your clothes Granger?' Draco whispered to Hermione over the loud 'aaahhs' and 'ooohhs' from the girls. Hermione gave him the dirtiest look she could muster. After a few seconds the class was silent again so both the Heads waited for the Professors next question.
'Alright then. Who can tell me the similarities and differences of the Imperius curse and the Truth potion?' she looked over the class. There were only two people who had their hands up. It was of course the Slytherin Prince and the Gryffindor Princess. The Professors eyes landed on Hermione and she nodded her head; she had chosen a Gryffindor over a Slytherin. Hermione rejoiced inwardly.
'The Imperius curse is one of the Unforgivable curses. Imperio, as it is enchanted when wanted to put into action is a curse which allows the enchanter absolute power over the victim,' Hermione was about to continue when-
'She didn't ask for you to define it Granger, are you deaf?' came the snide voice of none other than Draco Malfoy.
Hermione immediately stiffened and turned her face to the side. Even with her face to the side, Draco could see the anger cackling within her eyes. Hermione smirked before she bit out.
'Just because your intelligence is limited, Draco, it does not mean that everybody else is as narrow-minded as you are,' this statement was met with silence. The Professor sensed a head ache coming along. Her plan had back fired, wondering if the two would ever come to realise how much they really had in common she decided to calm the two of them down before a heated argument was bound to start. Before anyone could say or do anything else she clapped her hands together, succeeding in grabbing the students' attention.
'There, there…no reason to get personal over such trivial issues,' said Professor Julianna with a hesitant smile.
The class became silent once again and thankfully for the remainder of the period where the Professor continued her lesson on the difference between the curse and the potion.
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The rest of the day went past too slowly for both Hermione and Draco. Hermione was extremely tired and practically ran towards the Great Hall at lunch break and her feet felt like lead, she wondered when they would fall off.
Draco just wanted to get to bed. He decided that he would not talk to Hermione even if she made an effort to talk to him. Any attempt they made to talk to one another always ended up in some sort of spat. Draco preferred Hermione asleep; it looked like the only time where she actually kept her mouth shut.
Draco walked into the Heads' Common room after dinner in the Great Hall. He hadn't seen Hermione at dinner. He shrugged the thought off and settled himself on the large couch with his Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook, he could do with some revising since he had occupied himself with frustrating Hermione the whole of his DADA class that morning. He knew that the reason he had done that was because of the incident that morning involving an almost naked Gryffindor. He didn't want her to think that it tingled anything within him; because it most definitely didn't!
'You keep telling yourself that,' a very snobbish voice raked through his mind.
Draco couldn't be bothered fighting with his own sense of right and wrong and decided he would tend to that the next morning. He took a quick shower and went to bed. However, just as he was climbing into bed he heard a tap on his bedroom window. It was his owl, Slyro. Draco then remembered the letter that he had forgotten for the second time to post to his mother. He opened the window and his owl flew in gracefully and landed on his arm. He grabbed his bag and looked for the letter; he got out the diary Professor Julianna had given the class that morning stating that she had forgotten to give it to them on the night of the meeting. He placed the diary on his bedside table and retrieved the letter.
He patted the dark feathers of Slyro, 'Looks like you know me better than I know myself,' he said knowing fully that he would have remembered about the letter if there wasn't so much going on.
He strapped the letter to Slyro's leg and let him fly out of the window, staring at his retreating figure before finally getting under his covers and going to bed.
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Hermione entered the Heads Common room after she had spent the whole of her free time in the library, finishing and revising her homework. She had sat there, in her comfy chair at the back of the library, making a list of all the things she had to do before the end of the week. Since she had so many things going on she thought it best to write down her duties so she wouldn't forget them. Her list went a little something like this;
Things to Do
Wednesday 4th of September
Call a meeting for Prefects.
Put up notices
Organise Patrol Schedule
Talk to Malfoy about Quidditch practices/matches
2.Try act civil towards Malfoy
Finish all assignments/projects/homework before given date.
Hand in Extra Credit essay on 'Animagus Transformations Gone Wrong' to Professor McGonagall by the end of this week.
Start on Potions Assignment to hand in before coming Tuesday.
Read up on topics for all other subjects
Call a truce with Malfoy for the sake of the program
Read up on 'Future Life Program'
-Borrow books about history of this program
-Begin writing in the diary that Professor Julianna provided us.
-Look up on Pregnancy and everything related to it.
She finished writing her 'Things to Do' list and read through it again. That seemed to be all that she needed to do for awhile. She would add anything else if it popped out.
She yawned and looked at her watch; it read 9:30 p.m. she packed up her items into her bag and carried the books that wouldn't fit in her bag since it had been stretched till its maximum. She quietly made her way out of the library and towards her dorm.
She whispered the password and stepped into the dorm. She laid her books on the couch and went into the kitchen and looked for something to eat (she had missed dinner and had a rather heavy lunch and didn't feel hungry over the period of time she was at the library.)
She looked through the cupboards and found a tin of biscuits that she munched on while sitting on the couch. After she had enough of the biscuits she felt thirsty so she poured herself some milk. She swung her bulky book bag over one shoulder, carried a few other heavy books in one hand and managed to hold the cup of milk in her other hand.
She started to climb up the stairs which led to her bedroom when suddenly the strap of her bag slid off her shoulder resulting in Hermione losing her balancing and tripping over her robes.
Our outcome, 'CRASH!'
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Draco woke up with a start, he was known to be a light sleeper therefore he most definitely heard the 'crash' which was probably caused by the one and only Hermione Granger.
Draco sighed with frustration; the girl wouldn't even let him sleep peacefully, 'Just this year left…'
He resigned himself for the worst and got out of bed chucked a night robe over his boxers and singlet and walked out of his bedroom and near the edge of the steps. He was met with quite a sight; broken glass and milk were splattered across the steps, pages from books were strewn all over the place, books upturned and finally Hermione at the bottom of the steps. She was sitting upright on the floor in what seemed a very awkward position; she was clutching her right arm and ribcage.
Draco silently made his way down the stairs being cautious as to not cut his bare feet on the glass pieces.
'Granger, what happened?' he asked as he crouched down a good feet away from her. She didn't answer for awhile, she just sat there, cradling her arm and rubbing her rib cage.
'This is gonna be one long night…' Draco thought tiredly. He checked the clock; it was nearly half past ten.
'Answer me Granger. It's not going to help if you just sit there,' he said as he stood up and moved closer towards her.
After a moment of silence Hermione whispered, 'I tripped.' Draco could not help but laugh a bit at how innocently she said it. Hermione Granger, face flushed, slightly pouting her lips, cradling her arm and sore ribcage, with ruffled hair was confessing to Draco Malfoy who was currently in his nightwear that she had 'tripped'. Quite unbelievable if you ask me…
Draco held back his laughter and stood up, extending his hand for her to grasp. Draco blamed all this on his tiredness. Hermione just stared at his outstretched hand before slowly reaching out to it with her left hand since her right arm hurted severely.
'Come on, let's get you to the Hospital Wing,' he said as he pulled her up slowly so as to not cause her pain. She gasped and she pulled her left arm out of Draco's grasp and clutched her sides with a pained expression on her face resulting in her toppling over again and falling on her bottom. That was the last straw for Draco, within seconds he was on the floor laughing and clutching his sides for a whole different reason.
Hermione glared at him. How could he laugh at her; a person who was after all carrying his baby and had just fell and could have injured herself.
'The heartless bastard!' she thought with anger before she slowly picked herself up and limped up the stairs and into her bedroom; her books lay forgotten on the floor next to the laughing Draco.
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As soon as Hermione had gotten into her bedroom she kicked off her shoes with anger and flopped herself onto her bed and groaned as her body made contact with the bed, it still hurt a bit. She lay there for a few moments before she changed into her woolly pyjamas. She decided that she would just read her Potions textbook and read herself to bed until she figured that her book bag was probably lying in the common room and Draco would probably be peeking into it, sneaking around it like the sneaky Slytherin that he is.
She cautiously got up from her bed and checked herself in her full length mirror. She looked decent enough to be around Draco- she was wearing her knee length black shorts with her grey top which read 'Take a picture, it lasts longer.'
She made her way outside, making sure that she grabbed her wand from her robes since she had to clean up the mess that she had made. However, the need to do so was apparently not needed since Draco had already cleaned the place up and was now picking up her bag and was beginning to climb up the stairs until he caught sight of her.
'Malfoy, what do you think you're doing with my bag?' Hermione asked, her tone suggesting that he was indeed a thief.
Draco looked confused for a second before he said, 'Err…I was bringing it up to you.'
Hermione shared the same look as Draco a few seconds a go. 'Oh right. You can give it to me now that I'm here,' she walked down the remaining of the stairs until she was standing a few steps above him and reached out for her bag. Draco stretched out his arm to give it to her before he quickly pulled it away just as she had come close to retrieving it ending up in Hermione leaning to far off the step and yet again falling down…
However, she was rescued by a pair of rather muscular arms wrapping themselves around her slim waist which would probably not be as slim as it is in a few more months.
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Draco looked up and expected to see a very angry looking Gryffindor but was met with the foot of the stairs where she had just been moments ago.
'Oh well she must be feeling alright if she could pick herself up without any trouble…' Draco thought with relief. He cleaned the mess Hermione had made with a quick flick of his wand and mended the ripped book bag of the Bookworm before carrying it along with the other books.
He was about to climb the stairs to deposit it in her room when Hermione herself had come by. You could tell that she was in pain if you saw her walk down the steps. Draco immediately felt guilty which was quite a foreign emotion for a Malfoy to feel. He couldn't help himself but laugh at her earlier on. He sighed inwardly and answered Hermione's questions and couldn't resist what he had done, again he didn't know what had come over him, and maybe he was feeling a bit drowsy?
But his intelligent self must have kicked in the last moment when he saw that Hermione was about to lose her balance for the second time that night. He involuntarily whipped his arms out and cradled her making sure than she didn't break her back this time which she sure would have if Draco hadn't caught her at the right time; it was after all his fault.
He stared down at her and saw the pink of her cheeks and quickly stood her upright and cleared his throat. 'Go up to your bedroom, I'll bring these up,' he said as he pointed at her belongings. Hermione nodded in her dazed state, she probably would've refused if she had been in her right mind. She absent-mindedly walked up the stairs, Draco trailing behind her ready to catch her if she slipped again.
Hermione opened the door of her bedroom and turned to face Draco, her face still flushed and looking anywhere but at Draco. She knew what she had to do, but she just didn't know how to. It wasn't as easy as it looked. Imagine having to thank someone who had tried and achieved in making part of your life miserable.
Draco walked past her and into her bedroom and dropped her bag and books on her bed, trying not to look at the blindingly flashy colours of her bedroom.
'How do you get to sleep when your room is so bright?' asked Draco as he stepped out of her bedroom and into the corridor.
Hermione didn't say anything for awhile before she answered, 'I'm too tired nowadays to think of brightness Malfoy…' she moved within her bedroom and was about to close the door when Draco blocked the door way by putting out his foot against the door.
'Don't I even get a thankyou Granger?' he asked teasingly.
Hermione blushed and said pointedly, 'It was partially your fault I…' she didn't want to admit again that she had fell down and so she said, 'encountered that little accident earlier on Malfoy.'
Draco smirked knowingly and said, 'Been thinking of me Granger?'
Hermione's face said it all, 'Malfoy go back to bed I'm too tired for your chitter chatter now!'
Hermione shut the door in his face and waited until she heard him opening his door.
She opened her own and said ,'Malfoy, thankyou for coming to your senses in the end.' she gave him a small smile before closing the door and going to sleep, she was too tired to read at the moment; she really must be tired.
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Draco turned around as he heard Hermione's door open again. He heard what Hermione had to say and thought it quite humorous, a Gryffindor thanking a Slytherin. This day just kept getting stranger and stranger.
It was now a quarter past eleven. Draco climbed into bed and flicked his lights off with a wave of his wand. He didn't think any more of the subject…and went straight to bed.
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The next morning was quite awkward for both the Heads', they were both ignoring each other as was expected and carried on with their other duties. The week passed along and Hermione had put up notices on all the house common rooms about the upcoming Prefects meeting on Friday which was said to be in the Heads' Common room itself.
On Thursday evening, while Hermione was in her bedroom reading and Draco was in the common room doing his homework there was a tap on the window. Draco picked himself up and wandered over to the window and opened the window, and let in a school barn owl. He untied the envelope with the Hogwarts seal on it and let the owl fly out again before shutting the window. He wondered if he should call Hermione as well, the envelope did look formal and was addressed for the both of them.
'Probably should, don't want to hear an earful coming from her. Already got more than enough thinking to do…' Draco thought as he walked over to Hermione bedroom door.
He knocked on the door. No answer. He decided not to be that nice since he had done too much of that the night before and shouted, 'Granger!' it worked and Hermione stepped out her bedroom wearing a pair of black jeans and a loose fitting blue t-shirt.
'What?' she snapped. She had been awfully short tempered the entire day. She had taken away points from nearly every house, even her own and had shouted at Ron for talking too much.
Draco held up the unopened envelope and watched her brown eyes linger on it for a second before she closed her door and walked down the steps and settled herself on the couch nearest the fire and pulled her feet up so they were resting by her side. Her sides were still aching from the other night, Draco noticed.
'Have you been to the Hospital Wing yet, Granger?' Draco asked dismissively as he took the seat opposite her.
Hermione looked up from her hands and shook her head, 'It doesn't hurt as much as before.' Hermione then decided to make the move.
'Look Malfoy,' she said with a sigh, Draco looked up at her, 'we know what we have to do this year so we might as well put our differences aside and start acting like mature, grown up adults like we are expected to be.'
'So?' he asked not really listening to what she was saying. He started opening the envelope.
Hermione groaned in frustration. 'So you fool, I'm calling a truce! And it would be greatly appreciated if you can stop being a git and work with me so we can get good grades and put this whole pandemonium behind us.'
After a bit of thought and annoyance he said, 'Ok. But if you want to call a truce your gonna have to stop calling me a git.'
Hermione nodded her head and held out her hand grudgingly. Hermione's hand lay there in the air for a few more seconds with Hermione staring at the floor. Draco just stood there, confused. After a few more moments Hermione growled and spat out, 'You're supposed to shake it, like this!' and with that she grabbed his hand and shook it herself. All the while Draco just stood there like he was petrified. Hermione walked back a few more paces, her cheeks flushed.
Now open the letter, I haven't got all night!' she bit out feeling nauseous all of a sudden.
'Always the bossy Granger,' Draco thought still in awe. He didn't really care about the truce as long as it would shut her up, which it seemed to have done. He pulled out the bits of parchment after ripping off the top of the envelope, out fell out a maroon leaflet along with a letter. Just as this happened he saw a glimpse of Hermione's frame rushing up the stairs and into the bathroom. He shoved the two bits of paper inside the envelope and let it drop.
Anxiously he jogged up the stairs and briskly walked to the bathroom to find a sweaty Hermione crouched over the toilet. Only one thing reached Draco, and that was the horrendous smell. He wanted so badly to run out the bathroom but held himself. He blocked his nose and moved further into the bathroom and stood by Hermione; not knowing what to do. So he bent down and held a few strands of hair away from her face.
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Just as he was pulling the letter out of the envelope, Hermione felt her stomach churn. She felt bile rising up her throat and she ran as fast as she could up the stairs and into the bathroom where she choked up all of her insides into the toilet bowl. She simply felt horrible. After a few seconds of retching, she felt someone hold up her hair.
'Err…you'll be alright,' she faintly heard the strained voice of Draco. She heaved again and Draco heard the unmistakable sound of sick. By this point she was kneeling down on the floor, tears somehow streaming down her face and her whole body shaking whilst she took deep breaths.
'That's it, come on. Get up slowly,' Hermione had finally stopped throwing up and was slowly standing up with difficulty, she felt faint. With the help of Draco she managed to wash and gargle her mouth out and then the two of them made their way down the stairs and into the common room where the envelope with the letter poking half way out, lay on the floor.
Hermione sat on the couch nearest the fire and drew her legs up whilst Draco sat on the opposite couch. Neither of them said much for awhile before Draco broke the somewhat awkward silence.
He cleared his throat, 'Are you sure you don't want to go up to the Hospital Wing?' he asked anxiously.
'No. Its fine, it's normal for this to happen during the first few weeks of pregnancy,' she said with a groan. 'This is going to be more difficult than I assumed,' she thought unhappily.
Draco was to say at the least surprised at how confident she seemed to be, he doubted he'd be able to put up with the vomiting if he were in her place, heck he couldn't even bare to witness it.
It seems like the two students whose personalities and beliefs varied by many yards and reasons had finally come to terms with what this school year held and expected of them.
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A/N: Well, now you have the 11th chapter which I know should have come out long, long ago as I had promised. Please accept my apologies but I have indeed been quite busy and I had already written quite a bit of this chapter before but then I suddenly lost interest – I know, I'm surprised as well. I haven't even been reading fanfiction until a few days back. School holidays you see, the bliss of reading fanfiction for countless hours. A few of my fanfiction buddies seemed to have thought I had moved onto the dark side, and I couldn't have agreed more.
Well anyway, I hope you have enjoyed reading this chapter since it has taken a lot of time to do. Now, the story really begins. In the next chapter (which hopefully, will be out earlier than this one) you will find out what is in the envelope, the state of the other girls and that is all I shall say for now. Until then; review, read and review!
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