A/N: Here's chapter 3 of Take a Look at Me Now! In this one, we find out the 'secret' that Draco has been oblivious too. Hopefully you guys haven't been. Now stop reading what I have to say, and read the story!
Draco was sitting in the middle of class, daydreaming. It was third class of the day, Charms. But it was also first day back to school, which was really a pointless day. All they did was talk about what they were going to learn that year, talk about what was going to be on their NEWTs, blah blah blah. Draco had heard it all before, so he wasted his time inside his head.
And his thoughts kept going back to that little, redheaded, virgin of a muggle. During the past two classes he had decided that maybe he had felt guilty about what happened. Draco had no intentions of ever seeing this woman again. No intentions of marrying her and becoming her husband. He had promptly, and most likely, ruined her life. For a few years, anyways. How could he really just walk away from that without a small stab of guilt?
He would never say this out loud, of course. And ruin his reputation like that? Please. Draco Malfoy was a much smoother guy than that.
While staring off in space, Draco turned his head a notice a small argument going on at the other side of the room. He had this class with the Gryffindors, so it must've been two of them. He sat up a little taller so he could see their faces. That's when he noticed, it was two of the Golden Trio; Potty and Weasel.
He hadn't seen those two argue since the days of the Twiwizard tournament. This was going to be good.
With a flick of his wand, Draco used a spell to tune up his ears to quieter sounds. He had learned the spell many summers ago so he could hear his parents talking when they thought they were alone. Now he wished he never listened in to those conversations.
"…no idea… talking about."
Dammit. There were too many people in the room having making noise and talking, he could on hear a few words. He tried to listen harder.
"… wasn't me… that whore…not mine…" he heard Weasley say.
Whore? Who was the whore? Certainly not… Granger? She was the Gryffindor's Virgin Princess. Then again, this morning, she was looking pretty fine. For Mudblood, that is. Maybe she 'grew up' a bit this summer, if you know what I mean.
His thoughts were interrupted as he heard Harry say, "… be a man, take responsibility… in her time of need…"
Weasley countered with, "…slut's kid isn't mine, Harry…"
No fucking way. The Virgin Princess was pregnant. And non other than the Purebum himself was the father. Well, maybe not if what Weasel was saying was true. That Granger was indeed, a whore, and that the father could've been any one of the men she had fucked. That didn't seem like Granger though. She seemed like a girl who would wait for love to give herself up. Kind of like Jaime.
There she was again. It seemed like no matter what he did, where he was, she was always there. Though, confronting Granger about her whole 'preggo eggo' thing should get his mind off the muggle for a while.
Draco smirked as he walked towards the Head's common room after dinner. It all added up. The Mudblood-Weasel argument last night, the vomiting this morning; now it made sense. He couldn't wait to see her face when she found out he knew.
Draco walked up to the portrait of Gordic Gryffindor and Slaazar Slytherin. Apparently, the portrait changed every year to houses of the two heads. It was supposed to support house unity or something. He didn't seem how having them in the same portrait helped. The two founders fought most of the time anyway.
"Move over, you're on my side of the portrait," demanded Slaazar.
"No I am not. We are both taking up equal halves of the portrait," stated Gordic.
"You're just trying to take up more of the portrait so you look more important. I'm not falling for that one-"
"Iunctum," Draco interrupted.
The portrait swung open, the founders not even stopping their argument to glance at who was entering. Draco stepped into his common room and headed for the Head Girl's room.
Iunctum was a Latin word, meaning 'to unite' or 'to join.' Another of Dumbledore's unity plots. Draco had looked up the word, and found it could also mean 'to mate.' Maybe the old bat had a sense of humor after all.
He had arrived at the Head Girl's door, and was about to knock when he stopped himself. Since when did he respect a Mudblood's privacy? So he grabbed the knob, turned it, and flung the door open.
"Oh Granger, I think we need to have a little talk."
He looked over at her, to see she was sitting of the edge of her bed, head in her hands, crying.
Draco froze. He didn't expect Granger to cry. Well, maybe after he bothered her about the baby thing enough. But those would be tears of anger. Not sadness, like these were.
He felt something squirm in his gut. Was this, sympathy? For Granger? But why? He didn't even know why she was crying. For all he knew, she deserved it. Then again, did anyone deserve to look as sad as she did now?
Granger looked up at him. Her face was red. Her eyes were puffy. Her cheeks were stained with tears. Had he ever seen her look so pathetic?
"Malfoy, what the bloody hell do you want?" she asked, her voice hoarse from crying.
He almost mentioned her cursing, but decided against it. "Granger…"
"Look, if you're here just to stammer at me, get out. Not in the mood to deal with your bullying right now, as you can tell," she said, gesturing to her face.
How brave of her, not to try to hide her emotions, or make excuses. She was willing to let her enemy see her in her state of weakness. She must be very courageous. Or not think of him as much of a threat.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Wait, what? Did he just ask the Mudblood what was wrong? What the hell was wrong with him? Did he want to lose his reputation? Did he want his parents to disown him? Did he want to lose his status as a powerful purebloo-
"Do you care?" asked Granger. She was replaying what happened that morning in the bathroom.
Did he care? Not really. Maybe if he pretended he did, he could get more information about this situation. Then, he could 'accidentally' tell Pansy about it, the biggest gossip in all of Hogwarts history. The whole castle would now about it in no time.
"Maybe," he replied. He didn't want to seem too squishy to the muggleborn yet. He needed to take his time.
"I'm not here to play games, Malfoy," she said. "Even if you did care, why would I tell you?
"Cause I already know." Shit, he probably shouldn't have let that information leak out yet.
"Yeah, I figured. Not that hard to figure out. Seeing how fat I'm getting."
Draco looked at her body. She was wearing her school uniform, minus her robe. Even through her oversized clothes, you could see she was not at all, in any way, fat.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Granger? Don't become one of those women. You're better than that." Whoa, where did that come from? At least it'd help him get on her good side.
Granger look at him, annoyed. "Shut up," she said. "Now get out of my room. I'm going to bed."
Malfoy obeyed her wishes and left her room, only to return to his own. He changed into pajamas, brushed his teeth, and did whatever else he needed to do before going to bed. All the time he thought about the strange conversation he just had.
Did he, Draco Malfoy, just compliment, Hermione Granger? The world must be going to the Blast-EndedSkrewts.