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 Twenty: Got Me Planning to go So Low
"I never knew that labour could be this painful," Hermione sighed loudly as yet another contraction passed.
"Or this long," Ginny commented from her seat in the corner. It was now 5 o'clock in the afternoon and Hermione was starving but she wasn't dilated enough to have an epidural- she had told her Healer she wanted to do this the 'Muggle' way, after learning how exactly witches birthed children in the magic world. Needless to say, it scared her a bit. The Healer was hesitant but after Hermione had nearly clawed her face when she said she couldn't eat, she agreed to it.
Things were progressing slowly. She had been in labour for nearly eight hours and she was only dilated four centimeters and had water had not yet broken.
"I'm starving!" Hermione moaned. "And I'm tired!"
"Sorry sweetie, the doctor said you can only eat ice chips," Kate stroked her daughter's forehead. Professor Dumbledore had Apparated to the soon-to-be-ex Mrs Granger's house, announced that Hermione was in labour and took her to St. Mungo's via Side-Along Appration. No one in the hospital (besides everyone in Hermione's room) knew that Dumbledore had brought a Muggle into their magical facilities.
"Well it seems like you're not the only one," Draco commented smirking, crossing his arms over his chest. Ron was lying on the lounge with his jaw slack, snoring loudly. Hermione rolled her eyes. Trust Ron to be the one to fall asleep at a moment like this.
Mrs Weasley had arrived at the hospital an hour ago- Ginny had owled her and had given Draco the whole lecture on taking care of Hermione and the baby and being a responsible father. Hermione had to remind her that it wasn't one of her sons who had knocked her up so she didn't really have much to say in this, but she was grateful all the same. Her own mother had taken a great liking to Draco and didn't give him a lecture of any sort but Hermione secretly agreed with Mrs Weasley.
Fred and George still had quite a grudge against Draco and had not spoken to him the entire time, occasionally glaring at him every once in a while but when Harry told them that he and Draco were cool now, they had softened towards him a bit. But, George had said, he was still a git no matter what anybody said.
Blaise Zabini had come to give Draco a bit of support, although he looked as though he very dearly wanted to leave and scowled at all the Weasley's and Harry. But, Draco thought to himself, at least he was there. He could really use a friend at the moment.
The room was full and Hermione had to admit, she was quite embarrassed every time she had a contraction- she found it uncomfortable to have everybody staring at her. Her midwitch had come in to talk her through breathing techniques after experiencing a particularly painful contraction and it was now easier for Hermione to block out everyone in the room and concentrate on getting through the contraction. Draco was by her side constantly, holding her hand whenever she needed something to squeeze.
Mrs Weasley and Mrs Granger were chatting and laughing, Ron was still sleeping, Harry was hunched over something in the corner with a quill but Hermione couldn't see what he was doing and Fred, George and Ginny were having battles with Fred and George's fake rubber wands- Ginny's was in the process of turning into a shark and biting the head off of George's turkey.
"Does anyone have anything to eat?" Draco asked the room. Fred searched his pockets.
"I might have something."
"Don't touch anything he gives you, Draco," Hermione said, with a warning look at Fred who held up his hands innocently.
"Don't you trust me, Hermione?" He asked sweetly. "I have some sweets from Honeydukes if dear old Draco would care to take one?"
Draco nodded and took the small orange sweet and popped it in his mouth, Hermione groaning and shaking her head, not catching the smile on Fred's face. A second later, Draco had collapsed to the ground.
"FRED WEASLEY!" Hermione shrieked as George roared with laughter.
"Whoops!" Fred covered his mouth with his hand trying to suppress his giggles. "Sorry Hermione, guess I gave him a Fainting Fancy by mistake."
"I'll give you a Fainting Fancy by mistake!" Hermione growled angrily. "Wake him up!"
Mrs Weasley was trying to smack Fred over the head with her wand so George had to shove the purple end into Draco's mouth. He stirred, sitting up slowly.
"What happened?"
"You fainted," George said simply. "And it was not my fault."
Draco rubbed his head and got back up to his feet.
"Apologise!" Mrs Weasley yelled, pointing to Draco who looked at her bewildered.
Fred, still trying to hide his smile, stepped forward and offered his hand to Draco. "Sorry about that," he said cheerfully when Draco reluctantly took it. "Guess I gave you one of the products from our Skiving Snackboxes instead. Innocent mix-up!" He turned around and glared at his mother.
But before Mrs Weasley had time to yell at him again, Hermione had suddenly sat up straight and groped around for Draco's hand.
"I'm getting another contraction."
"Just breathe through it," Draco instructed as Kate hurried over to take her daughter's other hand.
"Did you expect me to hold my breath?" Hermione snapped as the pain intensified and she took several shallow breaths.
"Oh God!" She moaned. Fred and George looked guilty at having made Draco faint and Mrs Weasley was standing next to Kate, coaxing Hermione to try to take a sip of water but she didn't answer, her face scrunched up in pain.
Draco had to admit that he was really proud of Hermione- he couldn't begin to imagine the amount of pain she was in but she hadn't screamed once but she couldn't help but whimper through it.
When it passed, she slumped back on the pillows and moaned. "It hurts so bad."
Draco felt his throat get all thick- she was in pain and he was the one to blame. It was his fault for getting her into this in the first place.
At that moment the Healer and midwitch walked in.
"Hello Hermione, how are you holding up?" Healer Gregory asked kindly as she patted Hermione on the knees.
"I'm ok," she said softly. "The pain is getting worse."
"Well we have something that can make it better- we have the epidural potion ready so I'll just check how far along you are to see if you're ready to have it."
Fred, George, Ginny and Harry stepped off to the side so that they wouldn't have a clear view of what was going on. Healer Gregory emerged, smiling.
"Looks like your ready. We have a similar medicine as the muggles do but instead of taking it through a needle, you just drink the potion. It feels the same and has the same effect. I'll be right back with it and you'll be feeling comfortable in no time.
"Thank God!" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm going to break your water first before I give this to you," the Healer said when she returned. "We want to speed things along, it's been quite a slow day and I'm sure you're more than ready to have this baby."
Hermione wasn't in the slightest but she didn't say anything- she just wanted this to be over.
Hermione spread her legs apart as the Healer said that she would feel pressure. Hermione didn't mind; at least it didn't hurt. She felt it burst and winced as the liquid gushed down her legs. Healer Gregory cleaned her up with the towel and then commanded for her to sit up on. Hermione obliged and grabbed her pillow, squeezing it to her body as she drunk the potion down in one gulp.
Hermione gasped as it went down her throat- she felt intense tremendous pressure throughout her body and she felt what she imagined to be a pinched nerve sensation in her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut tight as tears leaked out- maybe that was worse than contractions. Draco tried to soothe her but Hermione was crying too hard to listen to him.
"I didn't know it had to hurt so badly," Hermione whimpered when it was over. Draco kissed her forehead.
"At least you won't feel your contractions as much anymore," Kate said encouragingly as Hermione rolled over onto her back. "And now you can get some rest."
"Everybody-out!" Mrs Weasley shepherded her kids and Harry out of the room after shaking Ron awake. Kate kissed her cheek.
"I'm proud of you Hermione," she whispered before walking out of the room.
"Do you want me to stay?" Draco asked.
"No, it's ok. You can go."
Draco pressed his lips to hers and then moved his hand to Hermione's stomach.
"She's almost here."
Hermione nodded, biting her lip.
"I can't wait."
Draco exited the room and Hermione settled under her blankets, glad to finally have some peace. She closed her eyes and lay on her side, trying to get comfortable. Drowsiness was settling in and she felt herself drifting off to sleep, thinking about how much her life had changed in the last nine months.
xox
"This is soo exciting!" Lavender squealed as she rushed past Hermione, heaving her trunk as fast as she could.
"I bags top bunk!" Pavarti shouted, racing in after her.
"I'll have bottom if that's alright?" Ginny asked Hermione as they followed Hermione's two roommates into their room.
"Of course," Hermione smiled at her best friend before dumping her trunk at the bed next to the window.
Aydan Marcelli, one of the girls from Ginny's dorm was also sharing a room with the other four. She chose the single bed next to the door.
Students going into fifth year and above were invited to stay with their families at the Inn in Hogsmeade, the famous wizarding town. The Inn was brand new and the owner's had talked to Professor Dumbledore about inviting Hogwarts students to stay their during August. Hermione's parents were excited about going- at least her mother was. Dr. Granger had insisted that he had to work but eventually Mrs. Granger coaxed him into coming with them.
Hermione was very glad that she got to see her friends a whole month early- she didn't have a chance to go to Diagon Alley so she had her new school books ordered via owl- she expected them any day now.
Harry and Ron barged into their room, causing Lavender to shriek- she had been in the process of changing her shirt.
"Let's go to Honeydukes and Zonkos!" Ron cried, grabbing Hermione's arm and pulling her out of the room.
"Let me unpack first!"
"Not likely Hermione," Harry grinned. "There's nothing stopping Ron."
"Come on Hermione!" Ron was bouncing up and down on his feet like an over-hyper child. "We get to stay in Hogsmeade for nearly a whole month! How awesome is this? We can do whatever we want!" And then he straightened up and held his pinky finger up to Hermione's face. "I want you to promise that you're going to be fun. You're going to do any schoolwork. It's against the rules and," he gave Hermione a roguish wink. "You don't want to break the rules do you, Hermione?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and shook it with her own pinky. "My God, you just can't help yourself can you Ronald?"
Ron grinned and steered Harry and Hermione downstairs by their elbows.
"The only problem," Ron muttered, the grin fading off his face," is that Malfoy and his cronies are staying here as well."
Draco Malfoy was sitting in a booth in the corner with Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott, bottles of butterbeer open. Malfoy whispered something into Pansy's ear and she shrieked with laughter.
"Ugh," Hermione stuffed her fingers into her ears. "I can't stand that…that…" She trailed off, looking for the right word.
"Bitch?" Ron asked innocently. Hermione smacked his arm.
"Ronald!" She hissed disapproving of his choice of words. At that moment, Draco looked up. A slow smile spread across his face at his favourite taunting team.
"Well, well, well."
Harry, Ron and Hermione stiffened. They knew that drawl from anywhere.
"If it isn't Potty, Weasel and Mudblood."
Ron whipped out his wand, holding it threateningly to Draco's face but Hermione grabbed his arm.
"Leave it alone, he's not worth it."
"I wouldn't say that Granger," Malfoy said, smirking all over his pale pointed face.
"Shut up Malfoy and leave us alone," Harry snarled. He snatched Ron and Hermione's arms and led them away.
"Yeah that's right Potter, you run away. That's all your good at."
Hermione rolled her eyes as Pansy Parkinson's shocking laugh rang in her ears. "It wasn't even funny," she muttered to herself as they stepped outside into the bright sunlight.
"If Malfoy ruins this for us, I swear I'm going to strangle him," Ron growled, his neck and ears red.
"Malfoy is just a prick," Harry muttered. "Ignore him Ron. Hermione's right, he's not worth it."
Honeydukes was packed, as it so often was, with students from Hogwarts. Harry, Ron and Hermione found Ginny standing with Michael Corner under a display of the newest type of fudge.
"What's Ginny doing with that bloke from Ravenclaw?" Ron asked suspiciously as they edged closer.
"None of your business Ronald," Hermione snapped, waving at her red-headed friend.
"It is so my business if he's with my sister!" Ron growled.
"Look Ron, they've got that peanut butter brittle that you like over here," Harry pointed to the shelf, distracting Ron from Ginny and Michael. Hermione gave Harry the thumbs up and went to say hi to Ginny.
Halfway there she almost tripped as she walked straight into a girl who had stopped in the middle of the shop, staring intently at a magazine she was holding upside down. The girl turned around, apparently unconcerned that she had almost fallen over and gazed at Hermione with her large dreamy eyes.
"Hello," she said so vaguely Hermione wondered if she knew what she was saying.
Hermione didn't know how to reply so she just smiled. "Erm…what are you reading?"
The girl showed Hermione the cover. Hermione snorted. "The Quibbler? What are you reading that rubbish for?"
The girl's dreamy look faded so fast it was like she was pulling off a mask. "My father is the editor," she said coldly.
Hermione immediately wished she could take her words back.
"Oh no, I'm sorry I didn't mean-"
But the daughter of the editor of the Quibbler had already turned away. Ginny had broke away from Michael, who had joined his friends Anthony Goldstein and Terry Boot and walked over to Hermione.
"I see you've met Luna Lovegod."
Hermione looked at the white-blonde-haired girl and smiled apologetically. She looked for a compliment she could give Luna but there was nothing that she could even pretend to like.
"Erm…interesting necklace..." She motioned to the string of Butterbeer corks Luna had around her neck.
Luna nodded her head. "It keeps the Nargles away."
Ginny and Hermione exchanged glances and turned away, smiling.
Hermione knew that there was no chance of dragging Harry and Ron away from sampling fat Chocoballs with a heavy filling of strawberry mousse and clotted cream so she walked outside into the warm summer's breeze by herself.
She wandered up the village, stopping at the Post Office and made her way up to the Shrieking Shack. The village was usually covered in snow so it was weird to be able to see what it looked like in the summertime.
She soon heard a snide drawling voice behind her and braced herself. She knew that voice from anywhere.
"…can't imagine that Father would be too pleased with this. Mother told him it was important that I maintain physical contact with my associates over the holidays but I have to say, he didn't expect that the Weasels would be able to aff-"
He broke off at the sight of Hermione.
"Mangy Granger? What are you doing here without Potty and Weasel?"
Hermione didn't answer. She smirked and turned around to stare at the Shrieking Shack.
"Hey Granger!" Pansy Parkinson shrieked. "Does your big bushy hair cover up your ears so much that you can't hear?"
Hermione gave Pansy the deadliest look she could muster and resisted from giving her a rude hand gesture- leave that to Ron. Crabbe and Goyle sniggered stupidly. Malfoy held up a hand to stop them.
"I find this to be a perfect opportunity don't you Granger?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked coldly.
"Potty and Weasel aren't around to protect you." Malfoy fingered his wand carelessly. "I think that means that I can do whatever I want to you…"
He raised his wand but Hermione was quicker. "Stupefy!" She cried. Pansy shrieked and jumped out of the way. Crabbe and Goyle started lumbering wildly towards Hermione, their arms outstretched but Hermione raised her wand again threateningly. They backed away.
"Get away," Hermione snarled. "Leave. Now."
Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle hesitated before Hermione shook her wand hard- a shower of red and gold sparks flew out of her wand. Hermione laughed shrilly as they backed away further. Imagine a group of fifth-years running from a shower of sparks?
"Stupefy!" Hermione cried pointing to Pansy who ducked just in time- it bounced off a tree and ricocheted right between Crabbe's eyes. Pansy cowered and Goyle yelled.
Before Hermione could say anything, Goyle bent down low and hoisted Crabbe over his shoulder and took off stumbling, Pansy running ahead of him.
Hermione laughed heartedly and turned to look down at the stunned form of Draco Malfoy. She rolled her eyes. "Pathetic. Ennervate."
Draco's eyes fluttered open and his eyes came back into focus. He sat up wearily. Before he could register what had happened, Hermione had seized him by his forearms, lifted him to his feet and slammed him against the fence.
"What the- Granger?"
"If you dare make fun of me, Harry and Ron this summer, I will transfigure you into the ferret you were always born to be and shove you into a box and ship you away to Morocco or some place far away so we don't have to put up with your crap anymore!"
It was like Draco had been Stunned again. He remembered back in third year when Hermione had slapped him across the face for taunting Hagrid. Obviously she had a hot-headed temper, but knew how to control it often- she never let Ron attack Malfoy but this was the second time that she had herself.
In June, when Dumbledore gave a speech about Cedric Diggory, Draco had spent the entire time watching her. He thought about her the whole of July- often he pictured throwing flaming darts at her head whenever he got himself thinking of other things about her- and then he had anticipated staying at the Inn for two weeks in August. He had no idea what the hell was wrong with him for thinking anything less than threats about her and frankly, he didn't want to know.
"You can let go of me know Granger," he snarled. Hermione released him and he backed away, smoothing down his robes.
xox
"What are you doing in here Granger?" It was five days later and Draco had gone down to the Hogs Head for a drink. The barman sold him Firewhiskey and that was more than he could say for Madam Rosemerta at the Three Broomsticks.
Hermione was sitting at the dusty bar with her head in her hands. She looked around when she heard he name.
"Oh," the curious expression dropped off her face. "What do you want Malfoy?"
Draco casually strolled up the bar and sat down on the grimy barstool next to Hermione. "Two Firewhiskeys please."
Hermione turned to glare at him. "I am a prefect!" She seethed between her gritted teeth.
"Congratulations," he said sarcastically. "So am I. But we haven't started school yet- we're still on holidays. Lighten up Granger."
The barman passed over two shot glasses and poured the Firewhiskey in both of them. Draco tilted his head back and drained it in one gulp. Hermione followed suit but coughed and spluttered before she could swallow. Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"Pathetic, Granger."
Malfoy passed the barman seven Sickles and ordered for a bottle of Firewhiskey.
"Come on Granger, get outside. If I have to put up looking at your big bushy head for the next three years then I want to do it knowing that you're not completely useless."
Hermione watched him walk outside, her mouth hanging open. She gaped at him and followed him furiously.
"I am NOT useless!" She yelled as he walked down the village, swinging the bottle of Firewhiskey loosely in his hand. He turned around abruptly and threw her the bottle. She caught it just in time.
"Prove it to me. Drink that entire bottle and prove to me that you're something more than a goody-two-shoes."
Hermione opened and closed her mouth, for once not knowing what to say. She closed her mouth defiantly and straightened up proudly. "I don't have to prove myself to you, Malfoy. I'm not going to lower my standards for someone I can't stand."
She threw the bottle back to Malfoy, turned around on her heel and stalked away. Malfoy watched after her, smirking. If that's the way that Granger wanted to play it…well then let the games begin.
xox
Draco sat in the waiting room with his head in his hands. The rest of the gang were sitting in seats surrounding him, all chatting excitedly about the baby.
"I bet it has Hermione's bushy hair but with Draco's hair colour," Ginny handed over a Galleon to Fred who shook her hand.
"I bet that it has Draco's sleek hair but with Hermione's colour," he smirked.
"You're on."
Draco ignored them. Nine months ago, he couldn't have imagined sitting in a room full of these people, let alone not even making fun of them. His life had changed so dramatically- one-night stand with a girl he previously made life hell for, finding out that she was pregnant, getting disowned by his father, falling in love for the first time in his life…and he didn't want it any other way…
xox
"Ron!" Hermione gave a vehement hiss and grabbed his arm. "What do you think you're doing?"
Ron tugged his arm out of Hermione's hard grasp. "Hermione, it's the holidays and I don't care if I am a Prefect. Harry and I want to try Firewhiskey."
He turned away to walk into the room he was sharing with Harry, Seamus, Dean and Neville. Hermione remembered what Draco had said to her a few days ago.
"Can I join you?"
Ron stopped in his tracks.
"Huh?"
"Can I join you?" She repeated. Ron rasied an eyebrow.
"Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?"
Hermione laughed and led the way into the boy's rooms.
She was going to prove that she wasn't just some perfect priss who never put a toe out of line. She was more than that.
"Pass me a glass Seamus!" She smiled at them as she shut the door behind her.
"Ok Hermione but we don't have any Butterbeer."
Hermione grinned and sat on her knees next to Dean. "I thought we were drinking Firewhiskey in here."
An hour later, they had been joined by Ginny, Michael Corner, Luna Lovegood, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet, Lavender, Pavarti, Fred, George, Lee, Terry Boot, Anthony Goldstein, Theodore Nott and Daphne Greengrass. Hermione didn't even bother asking why two Slytherins were hanging out with them. Her head was spinning and her throat was burning from the Firewhiskey but she asked for another shot.
"Ok ok!" Ginny sat up on her knees, Michael hanging off her neck. "Who wants to play Spin the Bottle?"
The muggle-borns and half-bloods cheered but the pure-bloods looked around curiously. Ginny grabbed an empty bottle of Firewhiskey and put it in the center of the circle.
"I'll spin first," she slurred. "And whoever it lands on I have to kiss. Then they spin and kiss the person it lands on and it goes on like that."
She spun the bottle and everyone cheered while they waited for it to stop. The noise died down when they saw that it had landed on none other than Ron who looked up, mortified.
Ginny gave him a sly wink and crooked a finger. "Come hither brother."
Ron looked as though he could of died on the spot. Ginny threw her head back and laughed. "I'm just joking, that's like racist. I'll spin again."
"I think you mean incest?" Angelina asked but Ginny didn't answer. This time the bottle landed on Harry.
Harry threw his hands up in the air and the two of them crawled towards each other on their knees. Their lips met for the first time and they didn't break apart- Michael had to get up and grab Ginny by the waist to get her away from Harry.
Everyone cheered and clapped their hands in approval. The door opened and Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini looked disapprovingly around the room.
"What's all this noise?"
Hermione laughed and motioned for the two of them to join them. "Come on, everyone's here."
Draco cocked his head to the side and surveyed her. "Granger are you…drunk?"
Hermione giggled and shook her head. "I'm a Prefect, I can't get drunk!"
It was clear that she was lying- her eyes were practically rolling in the back of her head. Draco couldn't believe his eyes. Was she actually taking his advice and loosening up? Impossible.
"I'm next!" She screamed and grabbed the bottle but Harry grabbed her hands and pulled her away.
"You're such a cheater! Ginny kissed me, not you! I'm next! Listen to the rules Hermione!" Harry practically yelled in her face.
"You don't know anything Parry Hotter!" She yelled, pushing his face away from hers.
Ok, maybe not so impossible.
It didn't take Draco very long to get as drunk as Hermione was- he was used to consuming bottles of Firewhiskey in his dormitory every week. He barely even noticed how different he felt.
Hermione finally got her go when Terry Boot had spun the bottle and it landed on her. The kiss was sloppy and Hermione broke away quickly.
"I get to spin. Oh yay!" She spun the bottle so enthusiastically that it hit Neville on the nose.
"Whoops!" She giggled. "Sorry Nev!"
She spun it again and it landed on Draco across the circle. Wolf-whistles from the Weasley twins and Ron yelled out, "THIS IS RACIST!" but Hermione was crawling across the circle towards Draco.
"Close your eyes Granger or you might faint," he whispered before their lips met.
He was almost right- the kiss made Hermione's head spin so fast that she could've just passed out then and there made she pulled through and kissed him back with all she had in her.
Sitting back in her spot, she found that she couldn't take her eyes off of him. Viktor had never kissed her like that- she didn't even know that that sort of connection could exist between two people. It was a connection, Hermione was sure of it. She had barely even registered that the connection was with Draco Malfoy, of all people, but she didn't dwell on it. She liked it.
Did she want more?
Yes, she answered herself. Yes, she did.
It was two o'clock in the morning and some people were finally heading to bed. Hermione had spent the last three hours simply staring at Draco across the room. They had finished playing Spin the Bottle, Ginny had put on the WNN and everyone was dancing- someone had thought to soundproof the room. Hermione didn't dance. Draco was watching her.
He met her eyes and stared at her for a moment before he got up off his chair and edged towards the door. He turned back and looked around at her, giving her a shadow of a wink.
Hermione followed after him.
He was walking slowly down the dark hallway, not making any noise whatsoever. That couldn't be said for Hermione- when she was drunk, she was not graceful or elegant in any shape or form.
"Why are you following me Granger?"
Hermione stopped in her tracks. She hadn't realized that he had heard her.
"I don't know. Why are you following me?"
Draco didn't bother to answer.
"I know why you're following me."
"Really. I don't believe you."
Draco kept walking, Hermione followed. He smirked and walked right past his room.
"I think there's an empty room up here," he murmured to himself.
At the end of the corridor, he got out his wand and tapped it against the door. "Alohamora."
It clicked open and Draco stepped inside.
"You coming Granger?"
Hermione hesitated for a fraction of a second before she made up her mind.
He shut the door and pressed her up against the wall. She could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"You know why you're here."
"Firewhiskey gives you courage," she whispered in his ear.
"You're a Gryffindor. I thought that you had all the courage in the world."
"Sometimes you need a little kickstart…"
She couldn't remember how it happened, it was so fast. All she knew was that he was tugging her shirt off over her head and his lips were mashing hers so hard and so fast that she could barely breathe. She was thrown backwards onto the bed, her skirt pulled up and her underwear off. Even in her drunken state, she was not expecting this.
Before she knew what was going on, it was happening. Just like that. She gasped in pain and grabbed at his muscled arms but he didn't stop.
"You're-hurting-me!" She grunted against his mouth but he didn't seem to hear her.
"Enjoy yourself Granger coz this may never happen for you again."
He laid his head on her chest, panting. Hermione was too. He was so rough, it scared her.
He pulled out and mashed his lips against hers again. She responded passionately, grabbing fistfuls of his silky hair, all messed up from their endeavor. He sucked the pressure point on his neck and she moaned. He touched her everywhere that night, inside and out but she could barely remember it hours later.
The next morning she found herself in bed, fully clothed with no recollection of how she had got there. Her head was pounding furiously and her mouth tasted awful.
"Oh God…" She sat up and the room spun.
Memories of the past night came back to her.
Draco Malfoy?
No, there was no way.
Sex?
Impossible.
She slumped back down in her bed and covered her face with her pillows. No one must never know about this.
xox
She remembered how horrified she felt when she found out that she was pregnant. Every day she had regretted what had happened between her and Malfoy. He didn't even look her way when they passed by each other in the halls when school returned three days later. It seemed as though she was just another one-night stand for him, she had thought sadly.
She woke up from her rest to find her Healer had just come into the room. "Hello, how are we feeling?"
"Better. That potion has really done the trick."
"Good, that's what we want. I'll just check up on you, see how far you're travelling."
At that moment, Draco walked into the room.
"Everything all right?" He asked quietly. Hermione nodded her head.
"Just peachy."
The Healer straightened up and smiled. "We're getting there, we're making progress. You can have a bit more rest, dear."
Draco sat down in the chair next to Hermione's bed and grabbed her hand. "I love you, Hermione."
Hermione gave him a tired smile. "I love you too, Draco."
Outside in the waiting room, Ginny had her head on Harry's shoulder. He was talking avidly to Ron about what else but Quidditch. Ginny smiled and snuggled closer to Harry. She finally gotten over her crush on him to find out that he liked her just as much as she liked him. After Michael Corner dumped her for Cho Chang, she decided to skip out on the Valentine Day's Ball. But Harry had asked her to go with him…
"The stars are so pretty tonight," she whispered, looking up at the clear black sky. Harry smiled and slid his hand into hers. It was quite a bold move for him and it had taken him three minutes fighting with himself to do so.
"Not as pretty as you."
Ginny rolled her eyes playfully. "I didn't know you could be so cheesy Mr. Potter."
She went to kiss his cheek but he moved his head and she caught his lips instead.
Fred looked around the room, rubbing his tired eyes. He wished that his girlfriend Alicia were here with him. George was curled up on his chair asleep so he had no one to talk to. Fred smiled to himself at the thought of Alicia. He had been so blind, chasing after Angelina Johnson for nearly four and a half years. But apparently, she just wasn't that into him. Alicia Spinnet had been his friend the entire time they had been at Hogwarts together but he had never looked at her that way.
One night in the library, however, instead of asking her for homework help, he found himself asking her for a date the next Hogsmeade weekend.
Draco looked over at the sleeping Hermione and smiled softly. They had come a long way in the last nine months. And now what they had all been waiting for was almost here.
A/N: Phew! That took quite a time to write! Pretty long chapter, wouldn't you say? I hope you all enjoyed it! Coming up in the next chapter: baby makes three.
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