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(Hermione's POV)

I was nervous.

Sitting next to Ginny in the waiting room at the doctor's office, was not something I had looked forward to when waking up in the morning. My little fainting spell had caught her attention, causing her to barge into my office yesterday, scaring poor Zoe out of her wits.

I sighed for the millionth time in the past ten minutes, hoping she'd get the hint. I did not want to be here, didn't she understand that? But the famous Weasley temper had come out yesterday and without thinking clearly, I had set up an appointment at St. Mungos.

I watched as children played with the toys laid out in the corner of the room, their mothers keeping a watchful eye on them. I wondered how it must feel to have children. All the mothers I've talked to seemed to only talk about their child. Would I be the same?

"Hermione Granger?"

I looked up; a nurse holding a chart was standing by the doorway. Ginny almost pushed me out of the chair with the force that was exerted from her arm, her subtle hint that it was my turn to go in there. I stood up shakily, hoping this would be over and done with as soon as possible.

"The doctor is ready for you Miss Granger."

I nodded my head, following her through the maze-like corridors. She stopped outside of a door, her brown hair swishing behind her. I watched as she dotted down something on her chart, before giving me a calm smile and opening the door.

"If you could please wait in here; the doctor will be in here in a few minutes."

I entered the room, looking at the plain white walls, hearing as the paper crinkled when I sat down on the high chair. I should not have listened to Ginny. Nothing was wrong with me. Nothing at all.

I was not pregnant; as much as she thought I was. I had not had sex with Blaise yet, which she couldn't get through her thick skull. I did not feel that we were ready in our relationship to go in that direction. We hadn't even discussed about what we wanted out of this relationship.

My musings were interrupted by the door opening, a shock of blond hair meeting my view before I recognized the mercurial orbs that showed surprise. His handsome face showed confusion, and then he stunned me by smiling.

"Hello, Granger."

"Malfoy?"

"I seemed to have gotten the room number wrong."

"Oh." The situation would have been comical, had it not been so awkward.

"So…I heard from my son that you weren't feeling well."

"Oh, no. I'm fine. Yes, I'm feeling great actually."

A pale eyebrow raised itself, a smirk forming slowly. "Then why are you in the doctor's office?"

I blushed, the heat going all the way to my toes. "I was forced to come."

"Really?"

"Yes," I said, feeling as if his inquiry was accusing.

The door opened then, a woman in her late fifties entering the room. She smiled at both us; I blushed harder. She seemed sweet, her glasses poised at the end of her nose, her hair held back in a loose bun.

"Hello my dear," she said to me. Her gaze fell to Draco, a twinkling behind her green eyes. "Are you her boyfriend, dear?"

"Oh no! He was just leaving," I said hastily. He nodded his head in goodbye, his shoulders stiff as he closed the door behind him.

"Okay then, dear. What seems to be the problem?"

"Actually, I don't think anything is wrong with me." She raised her eyebrows, an incredulous look in her face.

"If I'm not wrong, you were the one who set up the appointment, dear," she said, looking down at her chart. Her pen tapped against the paper, as if daring me to say otherwise.

"Yes, but I was forced." I played with the end of my shirt, my thumb and forefinger rubbing the fabric softly.

"And why is that?"

"Because I almost fainted." I opened my mouth to continue, but she held up her hand.

"How about we run some tests?"

"Um, okay." I felt my shoulders become rigid, my neck hurting from the action.

"Why don't you lie back down, dear?"

She smiled then, squeezing my shoulder, as if to reassure me that everything was going to be fine. I relaxed against her motherly touch, closing my eyes and letting myself go. I sighed, hoping this would be done quickly: I was starting to develop a sickness towards hospitals in general.

I walked out into the waiting room, noticing that almost everybody was gone. There was only a blond man, sitting down but clearly asleep. His features looked peaceful; the blank expression that he always wore was gone.

I nudged him, a tentative touch that almost had me blushing from the close contact. "Malfoy, wake up."

At the sound of my voice, he opened his eyes, a dazed expression fixed on his features. "Granger."

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"I was actually waiting for you." He held back a yawn as he said this, his grey eyes shining against the fluorescent lights.

At his answer, I could feel my eyes widen. "Why?"

"Your friend asked me to."

"Really? Ginny asked you to stay and wait for me?" I asked skeptically.

"Yes, Granger." I raised my eyebrows at him. "I was here with my mother, you see. And we were about to leave when your friend came to us out of nowhere and mentioned that she had to leave. Of course, my mother had to offer my services. In which case, both my mother and that friend of yours left, leaving me behind."

I couldn't help but smile at him, his quiet tone making me feel at ease. "That is very nice of you, Malfoy."

He shrugged his shoulders, standing up from the chair. "So how was the appointment?"

"It went fine, I think. The doctor didn't say much; just that she wanted to see me again next week."

We walked towards the exit, his footsteps accommodating to my slow pace. "Do you know why?"

"No, but it's nothing to worry about, I'm sure. I mean, what could be wrong with me?" There was nothing to worry about. Really. I ate correctly; there wasn't a day where I skipped a meal. I don't smoke; I found that habit too troublesome to continue. I don't drink; alcohol was not something I enjoyed. I was fine.

I gave him a small smile when he opened the door for me. Apparently chivalry was not dead. "Adrian has been talking nonstop about you for the past week."

"How is he?"

"He's great. Although, he and my mother can't seem to stop discussing every little detail that concerns your life. It's very odd, actually. It is like they're under some dark curse, their mouths opening and closing without any true meaning behind their words." I giggled, an action that escaped from my throat without my permission. "Tell me, Granger, what is so great about you? You have my family acting like love struck teenagers."

I would have been angry at his comment, had he not been smiling. Draco Malfoy was teasing me, and I was giddy from the action. I was actually flattered that he would drop his stoic façade and have a normal conversation with me. "I don't know, Malfoy. Maybe you should find out."

His eyes gleamed, an action that both scared me and excited me. Scared, for this was new territory that we were crossing. Excited, for I knew that my underlying attraction for him was rising quickly, making me gasp from deep within, making my stomach flutter. His playful smirk made my insides squirm, and in the back of my mind, I felt a little guilty. Blaise was waiting for me at Ginny's, but I couldn't bring myself to tear my body from the person in front of me.

I smoothed my hair, waiting a few moments before knocking on the door. I could hear footsteps, heavy ones that let me know it was Harry. True to my hearing, his shaggy black hair was the first thing I saw when he opened the door.

"Hey, Hermione. Come in."

"Thanks, Harry."

"Blaise is already here."

"Okay," I said quietly. Harry turned back to look at me, a questioning gesture in his features. "Where is Ginny?"

"Oh, she's in the kitchen," he said, as we entered the living room.

I walked with a purpose to the kitchen, hitching my purse a little higher on my shoulder. I could smell the rich aroma of the beef before I swung the doors open, revealing a guilty looking Ginny eating straight from the pan.

"You," I said darkly, or at least trying to sound the part.

"Me," she said, continuing eating.

"You did it on purpose," I said accusingly. "You set it up."

"Set what up?"

"For Malfoy to wait for me!"

"There is no need to shout, Hermione. Remember, Blaise is in the house."

Her comment had me swallowing the comeback that I had planned. I didn't even see Blaise when I entered the living room; I felt the guilt come back.

"You didn't even notice him." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. I shook my head, averting her gaze.

Why was I only thinking about Malfoy? I should know better than to raise false ideas in my brain. Although I wouldn't admit it out loud, I knew that this attraction that I held for Malfoy had been going on for years now. Even in school, when he was less than polite, there was a certain aura about him that had me swooning over him, albeit secretly. But I had pushed it to the dark recess of my mind, repressing it.

"Do you need any help with the food?"

"Actually, I'm finished." Ginny looked at me, her hands placed in her protruding belly, her hands rubbing in smooth circles. "And I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do. Malfoy told me you were talking to Narcissa."

"That's right, but it was Narcissa who suggested for Malfoy to stay and wait for you."

"That was nice of her, I guess," I said, coloring slightly. "Why did you leave?"

"Don't get mad, but I was craving some strawberries with chocolate. And the longer that I sat there, waiting for you, the more I imagined rich chocolate dripping over succulent red strawberries. I couldn't stand it any longer, and the need to buy some overtook me. Sorry," she said, grabbing another bite from the beef in the pan.

"That's fine, Ginny."

"So, what did the doctor say?"

"Nothing, actually. I have to go again next week."

"That's weird. Come on, let's set up the table. I know for a fact that Harry would most likely come in here and eat straight from the pan."

"Just like you are right now?"

She glared at me, and I shut my mouth. I took the drinks and marched out of the kitchen, running straight into a certain blond with a small child in tow.

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for reading. Sorry it was so short, but I wanted to get this chapter out quickly.

Thank you to Blueskyshymoon08 for her Beta skills. A million thanks!

AP Test are over (finally), which gave me time to finally continue with the story. And if you guys don't know, I wrote a couple one-shots, so go check them out. Thanks.