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.
Chapter Three: There Goes My Future
~One Week Later~
Hermione loved the library. She craved it. It was her safe haven. People often called it 'Hermione's Sanctuary'. Despite the fact that she was slightly offended by that, she couldn't help but agree. It was true. She could spends hours upon hours in there if she didn't have classes. It was where she often hid when she didn't want to face the world. It held no distractions, no arguments, no judgments. It was perfect.
She didn't want to be found so she sat in the Invisibility Section, ignoring the jabbering of a group of Ravenclaw girls at the table behind the shelf she was hidden in. She got out the current book she was reading, turned to page 372 and started where she had left off.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to concentrate. For the past week she did everything she could to avoid Malfoy. It seemed as though he was avoiding her too and a worrisome thought struck her; Did he know about the baby?
She rubbed her stomach absentmindedly, thinking. She knew that Ron had attacked him after she specifically told him not to but apparently he never mentioned Hermione or the baby. But what if the sources were wrong and he, in fact, had?
She pulled her black robes aside, unbuttoned the bottom half of her white shirt and stared at the not-for-long flat surface of her stomach. She put a hand to it. There was something inside her that was no bigger than a blueberry that was about to ruin the rest of her life. She let the tears pour freely down her rosy cheeks and watched as they splashed minutely onto her stomach. It had already started to harden up.
She wished she could turn back time. How could she have been so stupid? She was Hermione Granger, Gryffindor Prefect with perfect grades, Harry Potter's best friend, future Minister of Magic. Not anymore. Soon she would forever be known as Hermione Granger, a no-good Mudblood slut, seven weeks pregnant to pure-blooded King of Slytherin, Draco Malfoy.
She had hoped against hope that when she had visited Madam Pomfrey a week earlier that she would give her good news. She let the scene replay in her head, the day that her life was officially over.
"Erm, Madam Pomfrey?" she called hesitantly. She could see the outline of the matron bustling around in the dark, holding a bedpan.
"In a minute, dear."
She waited anxiously by the door, leaning against the frame, biting her lip. The Hospital Wing was empty of patients, thank goodness! She couldn't risk anyone finding out what she was there for.
"Come along," Madam Pomfrey beckoned her to come in. "Now," she clasped her hands together. "What's the problem? Do you have a cold? Fever? Bat-Bogey Hex? Frog brains plastered on your back?"
Hermione grimaced at the very thought. "No, nothing like that. I just came here to see if... well... you see, the thing is... uh... well..."
Madam Pomfrey tapped her foot impatiently and sighed. "I haven't got all night, Miss Granger. Why don't you take a seat and tell me what the problem is?"
She conjured a chair from nowhere and gestured for Hermione to sit down in it. She did so, wringing her hands together.
"Ok, the thing is... I'm worried that there might be a possibility that I'm... pregnant..."
Shock flitted across the matron's face but she quickly let it slide off. She regained her composure and ordered Hermione to lie down on the bed. She produced her wand and ran it above Hermione's stomach. Hermione felt a strange tingling in the pit of her stomach but her heart leapt when she heard a tiny beep. Madam Pomfrey strided out of the room and returned moments later, holding up a piece of parchment. She stared at it. And stared at it. Then, finally, she looked up and uttered the words that changed Hermione's life.
"Well, I think congratulations are in order, Miss Granger." Hermione heaved a sigh of relief. "You are indeed pregnant."
Hermione's eyes grew as wide as saucers and she sat up quickly. "Wh-what! No! I can't be!"
She grabbed the parchment off of the matron and held it up to her face, scanning it quickly. There was no mistaking it. It stated very clearly that she, Hermione Granger, was pregnant.
Back in the present, Hermione shook her head slowly. This was all her fault. If she hadn't been in such a rush to prove that she was more than just a "bookworm" this would never have happened...
xox
Ginny cornered Hermione the next morning in the second-floor corridor, where the fifth-year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were lining up for Charms. She didn't care that she was already late for Herbology; she urgently needed to talk to Hermione.
She grabbed her best friends arm, startling her, and pulled her out of the line. "Ginny, what're you doing?"
Ginny stopped dead at the end of the corridor beside the portrait of Professor Basil Fronsac. "Did you tell them?"
Hermione wrinkled her brow. "Tell them?"
"Did you tell your parents about..." she gestured to Hermione's stomach.
"No!" Hermione gasped. "Do you honestly think I'm telling my parents about this?"
"You have to! You can't hide this forever."
"Yes, I can! I mean, what other choice do I have?"
"You don't have another choice, 'Mione! You're going to start showing soon and then you're going to have to answer a lot of questions when you return home for the summer. If you don't tell you're parents now, what are you going to do when you step off Platform 9 & 3/4 in seven months with a baby in your arms?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Gin. I'll tell them but... just not right now. I need some time to think this through."
"I think the thinking through is minimal. Hermione, you can't pretend like this isn't happening."
Hermione took a step forward. "Well, what else do you expect me to do Ginny? My reputation is in jeopardy here! How do you think that I feel about this?" When Ginny didn't reply, Hermione rolled her eyes again and stormed away.
Ginny glared after her. Then she noticed the portrait hanging next to her. The man quickly pretended to be asleep but he couldn't fool Ginny. She held a finger up warningly to his face and growled, "I swear if you tell anyone about this, I'll do exactly to you what Sirius Black did to the Fat Lady."
Basil Fronsac gasped and scrambled to get up off his chair. He ran as fast as he could through to the portrait next to him and cowered behind an elephant.
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh, yes, I would!" Ginny tapped her wand fiercely, making a shower of red sparks fly out of it. Basil Fronsac squealed and jumped and Ginny stomped away to Herbology, not even bothering to think up a good enough excuse to as why she was late.
xox
Hermione returned back to the library that evening. She couldn't get rid of the nagging in the back of her head that was telling her to write to her parents. She groaned and slumped down in her chair. Her Astronomy chart was no where near complete and she still had to write the essay for Snape on the properties of moonstone.
She dipped her quill in her bottle of lilac ink, which forcibly reminded her of Professor Lockhart, unscrolled a sheaf of parchment and began to scratch away. But in five minutes, all she had written was the title. Growling, she threw her quill across the table, leaving a line of ink that Madam Pince would surely have her head for, but she didn't care. Usually she would of but she was utterly distracted by a tall, lean figure walking in her direction.
Draco Malfoy.
Oh, if only I could Disapparate, she thought desperately as Draco dragged a chair from another table and plonked it down next to her.
She pretended to ignore him, grabbed her pencil case and returned her quill to it. He didn't say anything, just stared at her. Eventually, he got to her. She didn't glance up at him, just muttered to her lap, "What do you want, Malfoy?"
He smirked, his cold gray eyes glinting in the fluorescent lighting. "Oh, am I back to Malfoy now? I somehow recall you calling me Draco just two months ago."
"Shut up." He had touched a nerve. Draco sighed and leaned forwards. He placed his hand on top of Hermione's but she yanked it away. "Don't touch me!" She tried to yell but all she managed was a cracked whisper. Draco frowned.
"It was only your hand, Granger, nothing wrong with touching your hand."
"Yes, there is."
Draco tilted his seat back so that he was swinging on only the two rear legs. "Calm down, Granger. After what we did you'd think that it'd be perfectly okay for me to hold your hand."
"Well, it's not and don't... don't remind of that!"
"Speaking of being reminded by things we don't want to be reminded about..." He stopped swinging on his chair, got up, walked around to Hermione, inclined his head forwards and whispered in her ear, "Why did you tell Weasley about us?"
Hermione shivered as she felt his cold breath on the back of her neck. "I didn't."
Draco clutched both of her wrists in his hands so tightly that she couldn't get them out no matter how much she struggled. "Then why did he attack me in the Entrance Hall last week? What, just for fun?"
"I didn't tell him!" Hermione said as she started to weep. "Ginny did."
"Why would you tell anyone? I thought this was supposed to be a secret!"
"You never said anything about it having to remain a secret. Besides, I had to tell someone."
"Why?"
She withdrew a little gasp of air and stared across the room, jaw hanging slightly open, eyes glazed over. He let go of her wrists and waited for her to answer. She never did. In a split second he found himself back in that dim-lighted room, rubbing his hands down her back and trailing kisses down her neck. For a split second, he wanted to be back in that room with her, reliving the magic. But instead, he found himself rooted in reality, knowing that even remembering was forbidden. He walked out of the library, shaking his head, not even hearing the words Hermione managed to whisper.
"Because I'm pregnant, Draco."
A/N: Annnnnnnnnnnd that's the end of the chapter! Shorter than the other two but hey, at least Draco confronted her. I know, I know! I'm so cruel! I've already written the next chapter but I won't be updating until I have at least 10-12 reviews. Sorry to be such a review whore but I just like to know that people are enjoying this. I don't want to update for no reason.