Draco felt a little dizzy. He wasn't sure if it was from the transformation or the revelation he'd just come to. Attempting to sit up only made him all the more uneasy. The spasm that hit his muscles told Draco that it was indeed both things making him dizzy.
Draco stared at Hermione in a mixture of horror and awe. He hadn't moved from his position on the floor, in fact he had been to stunned to move. Not only that but his muscles ached. Draco didn't think he'd be able to move if he wanted to. He felt a hand on his shoulder, but Draco ignored it. Or he tried to, until Professor Langdon pushed her face in his view.
"Are you alright? Can you stand? Do you need me to fetch Madam Pomfrey?" Draco shook her off, a scoff escaping his lips as he pulled himself to his feet.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me." She didn't leave him alone though, instead she pulled him to his feet. The woman appeared to be much stronger than her arms suggested. Draco didn't doubt if she'd been a Quidditch player once upon a time either a chaser or a beater with that muscle mass. "Leave me be please." Draco tried to be polite but he snatched his arm out of her grasp. He lost his balance for a moment, his feet stumbling, Draco quickly caught himself though, not wanting anymore help from Professor Langdon. He shot Hermione a dark glance.
"Are you quite sure? I've got more chocolate here." Professor Langdon placed a piece in Draco's hand despite his aversion to the sweet treat, Draco stuck it in his mouth, chewing, swallowing, gagging quickly so that she wouldn't try to force anymore upon him.
"I'm quite sure thank you. I'll just sit for a minute if that's alright with you Professor. He glanced around at his class mates, all of them seemed to be staring at him in awe. Draco growled a little throwing his hands in the air as he pushed himself down on a chair. "Well get on with it you lot. Stop gawking you boobs." The classroom seemed to jump into action, everyone moving at once. He sat, not moving, his mind wheeling for the next twenty minutes of class.
Hands clasped, fingers entwined tightly under his chin, Draco could feel the cogs churning, not slowly by any means. No, they were moving rapidly indeed. Draco prided himself on his ability to think and reason, he was a Malfoy after all, but even he couldn't keep up with his thought process, and he was the one thinking! Then it hit him.
Draco needed advice. About babies. Pregnant women. And he needed it as quickly as possible.
There was only one woman Draco knew, outside his mother, and mother's of other students, that Draco could say had been pregnant before. Merlin's saggy left nut he definitely didn't want to go talk to her, most assuredly not about that. Draco didn't think he had much of a choice though. He was out in unknown territory, drowning. Where would he get his chance though? Where? When? How?
Draco stood, having kept a watchful eye on the clock. Even before Langdon dismissed their class, he was up, moving out of the room. He had to catch her without that mongrel.
"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Nott, Miss Lovegood, if I could see you all after class please." Langdon's voice broke through Draco's thoughts. By Salazar's left nut, she had saved him. Even if he hadn't paid any attention to the woman during class, Draco had heard those words. Even more so, he heard the Weasel say what he needed to hear.
"You go on ahead, I'll be in our spot shortly." Draco's stomach up turned at the sound of a kiss followed by Daphne's high, girlish giggle. Draco stood, waiting in the dark corner just around the classroom. He had to act swiftly. The girl wouldn't want to talk about it, that much he was sure of.
Grabbing her arm as she made her way out of the classroom Draco knew he had to act fast. Daphne protested immediately at having her arm grabbed, smacking at her attackers arm relentlessly.
"What the hell are you doing?" Daphne's voice, like nails on a chalkboard screeched, hurting the blondes ears. Dragging her into the nearest room, Draco mentally wanted to smack himself. They were of course in a broom cupboard. "Let go of me!" She wretched her arm out of his grasp, looking up at Draco in surprise. "Draco? What the HELL are you doing?" She repeated herself though anger pooled off of her.
"Daphne, now just hear me out." Draco wiggled his pinky finger in his ear, unsure if he'd fully recover his hearing.
"Hear you out? Draco you've just drug me into a, a, a," She lit her wand looking around. ", a broom cupboard! This does not look good Draco and I am quite positive if I were to scream my boyfriend would take no hesitation in ripping you apart." She said the word so proudly. Boyfriend, she was proud of being the girlfriend of a deserter? That didn't matter too much to Draco.
"Will you shut up and listen Daph! I need, I need your advice." Daphne stopped yelling at him, though Draco was unsure if it was because of the way his voice fell, or by calling her Daph. Either way it didn't matter, the girl stilled, hands on her lips, looking at him evenly. "So, will you hear me out?" He pushed, he knew he was pushing.
"I'm listening aren't I?" Her voice, her voice was cold but her eyes. They were lit. Draco Malfoy was asking for help. Her curiosity got the better of her, Draco could tell. He would settled for mild curiosity. He fumbled over his next words though, knowing the affect they might have on her.
"Daph. Do you. Well, uh." He stopped unsure of how to proceed but he knew if he didn't speak quickly she'd go more impatient and leave. "Do you remember when we were together?" His words came out rushed, hushed, and dare he say it? Frightened. Daphne hadn't caught on yet, that much was clear as she snorted, tossing her hair behind her shoulder.
"Yes, I remember that brief period of time but Draco you said to was important. Us shagging a few times hardly seems like an."
"Do you remember what happened after we were together?" Daphne stilled, his words hitting her harder than any curse or spell could. Her eyes froze over, glowing dangerously blue, her jaw tensed and fist clenched around the wand in her hand, the tip glowing eerily brighter. This, this was why Draco had been frightened, Daphne's wrath was one to be reckoned with. Draco licked his lips, knowing he had to make the conversation right, quickly. He didn't have time to.
"Why, the fuck would you bring that up? Is it because I'm with Ron. Don't think you're the only one who regrets, that, that suffered."
"No, Daph, I know that I'm not, but that's not exactly what." Daphne spat in Draco's face. The boys words stopped he had to keep himself calm, rational. Their conversation would get them no where quickly if he didn't. Draco's anger boiled though, he was a Malfoy. No one spat in the face of a Malfoy and lived to tell the story about.
"There's a reason we don't talk about it Draco. I was young, I had an abortion. I'm the one who has to deal with that now." Daphne's voice held a fierce note. She kept babbling though, her anger growing with each word she uttered. "That's it isn't it? You've decided to tell Ron all about it haven't you? Just want to ruin my life like the pathetic man you are. I should have known something like this would have happened. You're a foul, disgusting, miserable excuse, for a man." Draco had never hit a woman before in his life, the closest he came was with Daphne's next words. "I'm glad I didn't have your child."
"Daphne!" He grabbed her shoulders, giving her one good shake. "This is not about you. Not will it ever be about you again. This is about me and someone else! All I need to know is when you found out you were pregnant. How long did it take?"
"Umm six weeks why?" Draco's words shocked the answer out of her. The girl no longer yelled, the glazed, icy look had vanished. Instead the curious, almost vacant, expression returned. "Why do you want to know? Have you?" Daphne's eyes, eyes he once found to be so beautiful, widened, her mouth, soft and pretty, dropped to an O. "You've gotten someone else pregnant haven't you?"
"Yes." His answer was weak, quiet even in the broom cupboard but Daphne heard it.
"How's that possible? Are you just guessing? You think she is, I mean I can't see any reason that you would know she was pregnant before. . ." Draco swallowed the lump in his throat. That had been one of the reasons he liked Daphne. She talked aloud a lot of the time, but she was quick, her powers of deductions matched by few, outmatched by even less. He could think of only two students with better deduction abilities, one of them was Theo, the other one well she was blissfully unaware of her position. Her eyes widened further, searching Draco's eyes quickly, as if her silent question would be answered by his silver orbs.
"Now, Daphne look." Draco licked his lips holding up his hands to silence Daphne, she was having none of it.
"No, Draco. No. This is big. You got the Golden girl pregnant, she doesn't even know it. The only reason you know about it is because you transformed into a wolf." Daphne's words slowed, laughter following them. "Hermione Granger is pregnant with Draco Malfoy's child. Oh, this is just precious."
"You can't tell anyone!" Daphne's smile was malicious, her hand resting on the knob of the door. As she extinguished her wand, Daphne opened the door, letting light flood into the broom cupboard.
"I won't have to Draco. That's the beauty of it all. She'll find out in less than a month. A month or so after that, she won't be able to hide it even more." She closed the door, enveloping Draco in the darkness as he slid down the wall of the cupboard. He hadn't thought of that. The entire school would know before the year was up.