The Start of Our Lives
Summary: After a drunken one night stand, bushy-haired bookworm Hermione Granger finds out that she is pregnant to none other than Master of Apathy Draco Malfoy. They begin their lives as teenage parents and learn to live together and maybe even eventually fall in love? Read & Review.
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Chapter Two: Ron Loses His Temper
"That is why you must always avoid eating orange lettuce at any given time of the day," Professor Trelawney's mysterious voice whispered from out of the gloom of her vintage tea shop-styled classroom. Harry Potter raised one eyebrow and exchanged a look with his ginger-haired friend Ron Weasley, who snorted with laughter, triggering the Professor's attention.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley, is there anything you'd like to share with the class?"
Twenty students turned around to stare at the boys sitting in the very back of the classroom. Ron shrugged, slid down in his seat and shook his head.
"Good, now if you will please let me continue. The fates have informed me that in late May to early June, a huge change will come to our school and will affect a few students in this class and their friends..." Her eyes lingered on Harry and Ron, who took no notice but Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil sat up straighter and leaned in closer, dangling on every word that the Professor that they revered so much said.
"We should just do a Hermione and get the hell out of here," Ron whispered to Harry, glancing at Trelawney every now and then to make sure they didn't get caught again. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"That some of Hermione's cleverness should've rubbed off on us by now?"
"Nah, we don't have the sort of logic Hermione has," Harry said sagely. "Besides, if we skived off Divination then our conscience and Hermione will catch up to us eventually."
"Yeah, I suppose..."
The bell finally rang signalling the end of afternoon classes. Harry and Ron grabbed their book bags and were the first ones down the ladder. They had half an hour to get up to their common rooms, wash and change for dinner.
"What was up with Hermione yesterday, do you reckon?" Ron asked cautiously. Harry shrugged.
"I don't know, stress maybe?"
"What the hell can she be stressed about? Term only just started."
"I don't know, it's Hermione. She's always stressed out about something."
"It's not good for her health," Ron puffed as they hurried to Gryffindor Tower. "One day, she's gonna collapse for good."
"Let's just hope that never happens. We need her."
They got to the portrait of the fat lady on the seventh floor within five minutes. "Password?" She asked.
"Mimbulus Mimbletonia," Harry replied confidently and the portrait blocking the entrance to the Gryffindor common room swung open. Harry and Ron clambered in and found Hermione and Ginny sitting on the coffee table under the window facing the lake.
"Hey." Ron dropped his bag on the ground and sat in an armchair facing across from them.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked urgently, noticing the silent tears pouring from Hermione's eyes. Hermione shook her head and buried her face in the tissue she was holding. Ginny rubbed her shoulders and soothed her.
"What's up, 'Mione?" Ron leaned forward in his seat, his expression concerned. He made to grab Hermione's hands but she wrenched them out of his grip. Startled, he jumped up. "Hermione, what did I do?"
"You didn't do anything, Ronald," Ginny snarled up at him. "Not everything's about you."
Ron rolled his blue eyes. "I was just asking a question." Walking up to his dormitory room, he shook his head and muttered, "Women!"
Ginny turned back to Hermione and Harry, who had lowered himself next to Hermione and wrapped his arm around her. "Hermione, whatever it is, you can tell me."
"No, I can't!" Hermione choked out between sobs.
"I won't tell Ron, I promise!"
"Harry, just stay out of this, it's none of your business!" Ginny snapped. Harry held his hands up in defence.
"Ginny, Hermione's my best friend. I think I should know what this is about. Maybe I can help her!"
"No one can help me," Hermione whispered in a broken voice. "I've ruined my life."
Harry was now entirely confused, not to mention anxious. He turned to Ginny. "Ginny, I understand that girls like to keep their secrets between themselves, but I'm worried about Hermione. Now will you please just tell me-"
"She's pregnant, Harry! Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"GINNY!" Hermione shrieked and slapped Ginny on the arm as hard as she could.
"WHAT!" Harry jumped up, causing several people to look their way in alarm. Ginny jumped up too and covered his mouth.
"Shut up, Harry, she doesn't need anyone to know!" Ginny hissed in Harry's ear as Ron bounded down the stairs.
"I heard yelling, what's going on?"
Harry rounded on Ron but before he got the chance to say anything, Ginny pinched his arm hard making him squeal in pain. Before he could round on her, Ginny grabbed both Harry and Hermione by the forearms and dragged them up to the boy's dormitories, Ron bringing up the rear.
Once they were all piled onto Ron's bed and the door was shut and locked behind them, Ron asked the question that had been infuriating him for the past five minutes. "What the hell is going on?"
Harry struggled in sit up in the tangle of arms and legs lying on top of him. "Hermione's pregnant, Ron. That's what's going on."
There was absolute silence. And then...
"ARE YOU EFFIN' KIDDING ME, POTTER!"
The roar was magnificent. Ron leapt off of the bed, pulled Harry out from under the girls and punched him straight in the mouth.
"RON!" Hermione and Ginny screamed. Ginny grabbed Ron and struggled to hold him back as Harry grabbed his wand and stuck it in Ron's face.
"Calm down, Ron," he hissed through his broken lip.
"How could you do this to her?" Ron yelled, spraying Harry with spit.
"I didn't do anything to her!"
Ron snorted with disbelief. "Please! You two have been acting like something's up ever since this term started! I knew that something was happening between you two!"
"Ron, please!" Hermione cried, tears pouring down her face. "This isn't Harry's fault! He isn't the father!"
"But-" Ron stopped and considered Hermione's words. "What?"
"Harry isn't the father," Hermione repeated. Ron took a step closer to her.
"So, if he isn't the father then... who is...?"
The door to the dormitory opened and Seamus, Dean and Neville walked in. Within seconds, Ron had grabbed Seamus in a headlock.
"Not again!" Ginny moaned.
"Oi! Gerrof me! What do ya think you're doing!" Seamus cried. Dean grabbed Ron's arms but he was holding on too tight to let go.
"Did you get Hermione pregnant, you Irish bastard?" Ron bellowed like a wounded animal.
"Huh? What do ya mean?" Seamus asked wildly, trying to pry Ron's arms off him.
"Hermione's pregnant?" Dean's eyes went as wide as dinner plates. Ron mistook his surprise and let go of Seamus, who collapsed on the floor, slowly turning back to his original colour. Ron lunged at Dean and tackled him to the ground.
"Stop it, stop it!" Hermione cried frantically.
"Did you do this? Did you!?"
"No, I didn't you crazed ginger! Get off!"
"Ron, it isn't him either, stop acting like such a jerk and get off of him!" Ginny shouted. Harry heaved Ron up hard, still angry that he had punched him. Ron straightened up, breathing heavily and turned to Neville cowering near the door. Neville yelped.
"I didn't do it either! It wasn't me, Ron! Please don't hurt me!" Neville slid down onto the wooden floorboards and covered his head. Ron snorted.
"Of course I know it wasn't you, Neville! Hermione would have to be blind to have sex with you!"
He received a heavy blow on the back of his head, courtesy of both Ginny and Harry. Neville turned red.
"Ron, calm down!" Hermione whimpered. "Please, don't hurt anyone else. Please!"
"Then just tell me one thing Hermione. Who's the father?"
Hermione didn't say anything, she just shook her head, more tears spilling out of her eyes. Ron's fierce face softened and he gathered her up into a hug, letting her sob and soak his shirt.
"It's okay, Hermione, I won't get mad. I was just trying to protect you."
"By punching me?" Harry cried, wiping blood off his chin.
"By choking me?" Seamus rubbed his throat.
"By tackling me?" Dean glowered at Ron.
"By basically saying that no one will ever have sex with me sober?" Neville whispered, face still red with embarrassment.
"Uh... yeah, I guess I took it the wrong way." Ron scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Ya think?"
"Ron, if I tell you who the father is, you'll just go and attack him," Hermione choked out.
"No, I won't! I promise, 'Mione, I'll keep my temper this time, I swear."
"No, Ron, you won't. I know you. You'll kill him with your bare hands."
"Maybe," Ron agreed thoughtfully. Hermione raised her eyebrow, as if proving her point. "But that's only because I care about you and I don't want you to get hurt."
Hermione gave him a watery smile. "Thanks, Ron," she said softly.
"Please tell me," Ron said gently, taking Hermione's hands in his to give her strength.
Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville all stared at Hermione expectantly. She took a deep breath. Oh, God. They're never going to forgive me.
xox
Draco Malfoy walked a few steps behind his lumbering best friends, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle as they left the Great Hall after dinner. Blaise Zabini was walking next to Draco, his head buried in a book, reminding Draco painfully of Hermione Granger. He pushed the image of her bending over the Gryffindor table gazing intently at a fascinating book and headed down a flight of stairs off the entrance hall, leading to the dungeons.
He was so lost in his own little world that he didn't even hear the pounding of footsteps behind him. It took him two seconds to register the fact that someone had just screamed his name. Before he could turn around, he was thrown off his feet from behind and slammed into the flagged stone wall.
People around him screamed. He could see stars in front of his eyes and feel the warm trickling of sticky blood trailing down his neck. He struggled to get up but he was striked again, this time greeted with a weighty punch to his nose, which shattered. He tasted blood.
"What the-?"
He was absolutely helpless as he received blow after blow after blow to his head, stomach and jaw.
"WEASLEY? WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" The raged voice of Professor McGonagall echoed all around the Entrance Hall. The heavy weight that had been sitting on his chest was suddenly gone. He heard the shriek of "DETENTION FOR A WEEK! AND FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR! HOW DARE YOU ATTACK A FELLOW CLASSMATE IN THAT UNGODLY MUGGLE WAY!"
Usually, Draco would be jumping up and joy with glee to hear that freckle-faced walking disaster Ron Weasley had lost his house so many points from his own Head of House, but his head hurt too much to be effected by Weasley's little fall from grace. As Draco made a great effort to sit up, a thought voiced his worries in the back of his mind. Weasley knows about me and Hermione.
Spitting blood out, he managed to stand up, his head spinning rapidly, making him want to be sick. He was steadied by two strong hands on his forearms.
"Are you alright, Draco?" He heard the cold voice of Severus Snape ask him. He yanked his arms from the Potions Master's grip and balanced himself against the wall that was smeared with his own blood.
"Fine," he growled.
"What is going on with you and Weasley?"
Draco shook his head. "I have a hunch but I'm not sure if it's right."
Snape turned, his black cloak swishing behind him and headed for the dungeons. He stopped, spun around and beckoned Draco to follow him.
They walked in silence the entire time. Draco stuffed his hands in the pockets of his robes, ignoring the blood that was still pouring from his nose and mouth. He tenderly felt the cut on the back of his hair and grimaced at the blood matted in his usually sleek hair.
They entered Snape's office and he snapped the door shut and gestured for Draco to sit down across from him at the desk. Draco reluctantly obliged.
"Now," Snape leaned forward in his chair after he had conjured a fire in the grate behind him. "Tell me. What is going on with you and Weasley?"
Draco shook his head. "Why should I tell you?"
"You will tell me because you want Weasley to be punished."
"He's already been punished by McGonagall."
"Draco, is it something that I can help you with?"
Draco hesitated before answering. "No, nothing."
Snape resisted letting out a heavy sigh. Why I ever wanted to teach these ignoramus boobs is beyond me. He squeezed his black eyes shut and massaged his temples as though he had a very bad headache.
"Draco, I insist."
Draco remained silent.
Snape slammed his hands down on the desk, making a jar that contained a strange green substance jump. "If you do not tell me right now Mr. Malfoy, I will inform your father of this."
Panic set in Draco's entire body. His palms started to sweat, his heart pounded in his chest and little beads of perspiration appeared on his forehead. His father couldn't know! He would be disowned! His father could never, ever find out! Not now, not ever!
"Mr. Malfoy-"
"I slept with Granger! And Weasley... must've found out..."
A heavy silence hung in the air. If Snape thought of his actions as disgusting, he didn't show it. His face remained smooth and expressionless as ever. Instead, he stood up, opened the door and held it out for Draco.
"You should go straight up to Madam Pomfrey. That's a nasty cut on your lip."
Draco stood his ground. "No, I don't need to see her. I'm just going to go to my common room."
"Your nose is broken and you want to stay in pain? Go!"
There was no point in arguing. Heaving a sigh, Draco stood up and marched out, the door slamming behind him, his cloak barely out the door. Draco didn't obey Snape's orders. Instead, he headed to his dormitory, wanting to avoid a run-in with Weasley or Potter or anyone else who might know about him and Hermione.
He pulled the heavy velvet green hangings around his bed shut and procured his wand. He should've taken it with him to dinner. He never left it behind, how could he be so stupid? From now on, his wand would never leave his side. That was the last time Weasley or anyone else ever laid a finger on him. He held it up to his face, squeezed his eyes shut and mumured, "Episkey."
He cringed in pain as the spell fixed his nose right back to its normal shape. He felt it and then started to siphon all the dried blood off his face.
When he was done, he fell back onto his pillow and stared up at the dark ceiling. Why would Hermione tell that flea-bitten redheaded fool that she had slept with him? It seemed out of character for her, not that he even knew her that well, if at all. He hadn't told any of his friends and he certainly didn't plan on it.
With a little moan, he turned over onto his side and uneasily fell into a dreamless sleep.
A/N: Okay, that's the second chapter! Hope you liked it! Gotta love Ron and his short-temper. What do you think should happen next? Should Hermione tell Malfoy about the baby or should someone else "accidentally" slip it to him? Review please!