CHAPTER 4

''Mione?' Ginny asked, as they studied in the library after dinner that night,

'Yeh, Gin?'

'What was your first time like?'

Hermione looked at Ginny intently, this wasn't something Ginny usually asked, let alone even withstood being talked about.

'With Viktor or him?' Hermione whispered,

'Viktor?'

Hermione remember back to when she spent the week with Viktor in Bulgaria.

It was a cold summer in Bulgaria, even Viktor seemed more rugged up then usual, or so he said. They were sitting around the fire in one of his holiday homes on their land.

The fire was crackling as Her and Viktor sipped cider, it started off with innocent making out, but Viktor asked if she'd like to go into the bedroom to be more comfortable.

More making out ensued, soon, all clothes were gone, and she was experiencing more then she even thought would happen on this trip. She didn't say no, because she wanted it, but he was so… rough. Fingers prodding uncomfortably, odd tongue movements, nothing at all working for her.

The scenery was pretty though. 'Candles, fur blankets…But there was nothing remotely romantic about it' Hermione explained,

'It was rough, it hurt, and it was nothing like I imagined at all, he basically made me sit on him, it wasn't slow and steady, or anything' she added,

Hermione didn't really like to remember that experience at all. It was such an uncomfortable period in her life.

Ginny looked away uncomfortably.

'Why Gin? Did something happen?'

Ginny looked back at Hermione, she looked guilty. Hermione knew there was something Ginny wasn't telling her, she just didn't know what.

'Harry and I… Well, we….' Ginny smiled, blushing,

'Ginny? Serious?' Hermione gushed,

'It was nothing like you and Viktor… It was… Perfect' Smiled Ginny,

'Then why did you ask?' Hermione smiled back,

'I didn't know what to expect, I couldn't ask anyone from my family, I'll never be that close to Fleur' Ginny laughed,

'Could you expect mum's reaction if I asked her? Let alone what she'd tell me!'

'Gross!' Hermione laughed at Ginny's face she pulled at that.

The girls continued talking like this until Ginny mentioned Draco.

'So what was it like with him?' She whispered,

Hermione didn't even have to think this time,

'Exhilarating!' she gushed.

Lavender peered out from behind the stacks closest to Ginny and Hermione.

Him, she thought.

Who could He be?

Listening closer, lavender focused on their conversation.

'So where do you guys even see each other?'

'A Classroom' Hermione blushed,

'Gross!! Hermione!!!!' Ginny laughed at hermione's reddening cheeks.

'What do you guys use to stop lil' wizards running around Hogwarts?'

Hermione blushed, and explained,

'Magical Condom, simple spell, less uncomfortable then female potion'

'Slipped up yet?' Ginny whispered,

Hermione lent her head on the desk and frowned,

'Hermione? No?'

'We've done more then slip up' she whispered.

Hermione closed her eyes, and drifted back to that morning.

Waking up, Hermione felt really groggy. Early mornings were not good, and neither was sneaking back from the hospital wing at 3am. Suddenly, she felt nausea; almost throw up all over the rug beside her bed. Making it to the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. Pale as her white sheets, she clutched the basin.

'Last night?' asked Ginny,

Hermione shook her head, yeah they'd slipped up, but that wasn't what Ginny was asking.

Thinking back to what she could of eaten to set her off, she was blank. The potion on Draco would not have done this. Draco… Draco… Christmas Night… Closet…

Hermione gasped. Her mother made her pack some essential potions they bought in Diagon Alley at the beginning of the year. Her mother was a worrier, she trusted Hermione, but it was for just in case. Looking through her potion kit, she passed Asthma-Be-Gone, through Fever-No-More, and all the way to Octopus-De-Venom, before she came to the Pregnancy Test. Oddly simple title, Hermione thought before another wave of nausea hit her.

Swallowing the potion after the nausea went away long enough, she hoped she could keep it down for. Hermione sunk to the bathroom floor. How could they be so irresponsible? What would Draco say? What would Harry or Ron or Ginny say would they ever find out?

Well, Hermione's thought was now coming to fruition.

Ginny looked at her friend sadly. Hermione felt like she was being judge before Ginny wrapped her arms around her.

''Mione, I am here for you! Have you told Draco?' She asked,

'No, I'm going to wait for the result first!' Hermione said smally,

'When is it due?'

'Tonight'

Lavender almost fainted in shock when she heard the name. Ginny slipped up when they were talking about Sex. Ginny and Harry had shared that special moment, even Granger with filthy Malfoy, she couldn't even believe that. He was a mudblood hating Slytherin, and he was doing Granger! Lavender felt a pang of jealousy, her and Won-Won hadn't even had sex, and Ron didn't even seem remotely interested from what moves she'd tried, and thing's she'd said. Lavender had heard more then she bargained for. All she wanted was a name. Now she'd heard 2 different sex experiences, the name and an unknown pregnancy. So much information, she though, what am I going to do with it all?

Laughing, Lavender stepped out from behind the stacks, and walked towards the girls.

Sitting next to Hermione, she smiled politely.

'Would you like me to tell Malfoy for you, Hermione?' She laughed, before standing up and walking out of the library, with a posh little wave and a twist of her skinny hips.

Hermione groaned, as Ginny stood to follow her.

'Ginny, drop it, she knows now, leave it!' Hermione said, as Ginny went to walk after her, wand at the ready.

'But 'Mione!' Ginny whined,

'No, please!'

Ginny sat back down with a huff before adding,

'She's just jealous. Her and Ron are rocky at the moment. He's not showing any interest in her at all!' Ginny grinned,

Usually Hermione would have laughed at that, but right now, she was a little on edge. She'd blocked it out all through the day, but it had just come down on her like a tonne of bricks.

'Ginny, I haven't even told Draco I Love Him' She whispered,

'Has he?'

'Course he's told himself he loves him' Hermione smiled smally,

Ginny smiled at her friend softly,

'Yeah, he's told me' Hermione added.

Ginny stood up, followed by Hermione, who sent the books back to the stacks as the girls walked out of the library. Walking past the Great Hall in silence, Hermione looked up and spotted Draco pushing past Lavender, glaring at Hermione as he walked past her too.

Hermione quickened her pace as she headed for Lavender.

'What did you do!' She spat,

'I just asked him about it?'

'Did you have a right too?' Ginny said harshly,

'Proved you were a liar though!' Lavender spat,

'He can't even stand to look at you, let alone touch you!'

'His words not mine' Lavender continued,

Hermione turned and headed up the main staircase towards the classroom where she knew Draco was going to be waiting. Well, as for the great morning, Hermione thought, well that went out the window!

Opening the wooden door slowly, Hermione stepped inside to have the door slammed closed by Draco, who was now standing beside her.

'Draco?'

'How could you tell her! Even the Slytherin's stay away from telling the woman anything! Now the whole school will know!'

'Draco? She believes you hate me, but just tell me, its not far off it now is it!' Spat Hermione.

'I have a right to be upset, Hermione!'

'Draco, why would I tell the most obnoxious Gryffindor to ever pass through these halls something my best friends don't even know?'

'She was eavesdropping on Ginny and I!' Hermione added,

Stepping in front of Hermione, Draco placed a hand hard on the wood behind her, over her shoulder.

'Hermione, what are we doing?'

'What do you mean?'

'It feels like a one way street here, all I do I give as much as I can!'

'One way street?'

'Hermione, I love you. I don't appreciate being used!' Draco spat,

'You think I don't love you? Oh how self centered are you really, Draco?'

'You never say it!'

Hermione pushed away from him,

'Because I didn't know how you were going to react!' Hermione yelled,

'Fuck! Hermione! I Love You, Ok! I. Love. You! Just tell me if you don't! That's all I'm asking?'

'Of course I fucking love you, you idiot! Would I be carrying your child if I didn't!' Hermione yelled, before falling to her knees on the hard stone floor.

Draco walked over to her stunned, his pale skin, now even more white then usual.

'My child?' he breathed,

'When?'

'Christmas'

'Only a month ago?'

Hermione nodded.

Draco slumped down next to her,

'We can't have this kid!'

'I know' Hermione said bursting into tears,

Draco clutched her shoulders as she cried, thoughts going threw his mind.

What'll happen if people find out? What will the Dark Lord do if he jeopardized the task? What'll Father do to us? To Hermione? To the kid? Maybe we could get away, Switzerland or somewhere? I don't want a kid! Im too young. We're too young! Would I stay if she were? Would I love the kid like I love Hermione? What would we call it? Scorpio? I really like that name. Hermione would probably want more kids, most likely with cuter names, like if it was a girl, Rose. Yeah, I really couldn't deal with that name.

As Draco was thinking, butterflies erupted in Hermione's stomach, clutching her stomach, she whispered to Draco,

'You want to know if I really am pregnant?'

Draco nodded, before Hermione said, 'Good, cause you don't have a choice,' before she vomited all over the stone floor.

Draco began to dry heave, as Hermione knelt on the floor.

Pink! It was Pink! PINK! Hermione could almost scream, grabbing her wand, she cleaned it up before turning to Draco.

'NO KID!' She yelled smiling,

'No… Kid?' Draco muttered,

Hermione nodded before Draco picked her up in his arms.

He'd never been so pleased in his life, holding Hermione never felt so easy right, they were free, they were safe for now.

Hermione spent the rest of the night in Draco's arms, just lying together in the classroom. So comfortable, not everything between them had to do with sex. It was easy being a normal couple for them. Hermione sometimes wished, what if they became public? What it still be the same? And at that moment, she really didn't want to find out, because she was happy with the way things were going. And so was Draco. He didn't want anything to ruin this moment, what they had, no matter how private they had to keep it. They both understood what would happen. Draco understood a little more so though, his mind drifted back to the task the dark lord had given him, breathing in the scent of his beloved, he really didn't know how he was going to go through with it, to leave her behind, to ruin what they have, and soon to be what they had. He'd always love her, no matter what. But he'd be killed if he didn't. Hermione would find another man to love her; no one would ever love her as much as Draco though. He knew that, it'd be impossible to match it.

Maybe if she ended up with Weasel? He could deal with that, he'd treasure her. She'd be safe with him, safer then with Draco and happier. He knew there was something for Hermione in Weasel's blood traitor heart; nothing could love like a true pure blood though, even if it was for a muggle born.

Hermione had drifted off to sleep as Draco thought to himself. Her honey and cinnamon scent floating past Draco making him quiet sleepy. She smelt gorgeous. He didn't know if he smelt any good to her. He hoped he did.

Hermione smiled to herself, lying in Draco's arms, drifting to sleep, she felt so content, his arms around her, his aftershave keeping the butterflies in her stomach alive. He smelt so good. Hermione couldn't quite put her finger on it, until in clicked.

A modern woody-spicy accord, radiating warmth and sexuality.

It led with the intense freshness and sparkle of bergamot, tangy grapefruit zest, and zingy cardamom. Awakening Hermione's senses and appetite for life.

The excitement rose with a brilliant contrast of sexy violet and a spicy, virile blend of nutmeg and star anise. Warm, sensual undertones of sandalwood, patchouli, and amber create an unforgettable, intimate essence.

A heady mix of energy, vibrancy, comfort and warmth.

A statement of sophistication.

It smelt so different, so muggle. Wizards usually had a completely different smell to muggles, different pheromones matching their aftershaves perfectly. Draco's was so different, his harsh exterior didn't match it, but when you got to know him, it was his perfect match. 'What are you wearing?' She asked groggily,

Draco smiled, 'Intimately Beckham' He whispered,

Hermione shifted, 'Isn't that muggle football player?'

'Muggle? Ever wondered why he was so good?' Draco added

'Was?'

'Giant Tarantula venom took hold; it's in the cold water they spray on players injuries. Get injured enough times, and the venom has to eventually do something to you'

'Absolutely rubbish, nowadays. Only good at free kicks'

Hermione had to agree with that,

'Well, he sold out pretty easy didn't he?' She laughed,

'You'd have too to pay for a wife like that, wouldn't ya?' laughed Draco, holding Hermione even tighter.

'Do you think you could handle a woman like Victoria?' Hermione asked quietly,

Draco looked down into her gorgeous brown hair.

'No. I couldn't stand being married to my mother. Or Pansy for that matter' Draco laughed,

'I'd want somebody who could challenge me in every single way' He added.

Hermione drifted off back to sleep, thoughts of being with Draco forever lingering in her mind.

'I love you' She whispered,

'I love you too' Draco replied, resting his head on hers, also drifting off.

The next morning, the pair woke to the sound of loud talking and footsteps. Opening their eyes to bright sunlight in the desolate classroom, they soon jumped to their feet panicking.

'Do you think anyone saw us?'

'Do you think anyone will see us?'

'How are we going to get out of here?'

'Without being seen?'

'Together!'

'Can you sneak out?'

'Do you think we should wait until everyone is in class?'

'And risk truancy?'

'You're worried about truancy now?'

'Snape can get you off, McGonagall would flip'

'Alright, ok, umm, ok… Alright then, hmm, alright'

'Draco! Make sense!'

'Im trying! What if you contact potter with your little coin?'

'Or we could leave at different times?'

Draco looked at Hermione and suddenly felt silly, She could leave now, and he could leave when everyone else was in class, he has a free period anyway. That made so much sense, now he was thinking rationally.

Laughing to himself as Hermione panicked about being late to ancient ruins, he went up and gave her a big hug to console her.

''Mione? I've got a free, you leave now, and if I'm found in here before the students submerse, then I'll think something up'

Hermione looked at him for a second before saying, 'Are you sure?'

'Deadly,' He smiled,

'Ok, Drake, I Love you' she said before kissing him softly,

'I love you too, 'Mione' he said kissing her back, before he watched her leave the classroom.

Her smell still lingered in the room, even after she'd left. Sitting in the corner they'd just risen from, Draco thought back on everything he had, has, what he's going to lose, and what he's going to have to deal with in the future. And he really didn't like his thought patterns. Hermione occupied most of his thoughts as he wasted away his free in his favorite classroom in the whole castle.

A/N: Cheesy ending I know! Lol. Sue me, it is fan fiction. Enjoy guys. Hope this is still keeping up with my standard so far.