Right, firstly do not fret m'lovelies; Draco will play a big part in the upcoming chapters just because he's such a sexy menace ;) SHOCK HORROR! Yes, our heroine has a bun in the oven, it may seem. Onto another topic, there seems to be mixed opinions on the Sirius/Hermione idea…just so you know, I'm determined to write a fic on that because I just love that couple so much! It isn't paedophilia, just so you know, seeing as Hermione will be 20. Whoever wants to read it is free to, and I apologize for those of you who think it's a horrendous, paedophilic idea. I apologize for not updating sooner, but I've been on work experience at Bosworth all week and it really took my time up. But it was worth it 'cause it was an amazing experience and I loved it! I'm kind of stuck on the ending for this story to be honest, because YES, it is coming to an end soon. If you have any ideas for the ending, you are free to tell me them because I need help!

On with the story folks…

Chapter Twenty-one – False Love and Horrors

Previously: Although I wasn't happy with myself, I allowed him to woo me to bed for another night and unfortunately, I enjoyed every moment of it.

"Tom," I gasped through thrusts.

"Yes, love?" he replies huskily, speeding up and moving his hand between us to rub my gem furiously.

Before I could answer, I was sent over the edge and into pure bliss, soon followed by Tom. He lay beside me, both of us catching our breath, occasionally allowing searing kisses between us both.

"What was it you wanted to say, love?" he breathed against my jaw, his tongue darting out between kisses.

I hesitated before answering quietly, "I'm pregnant."

Tom remained deadly silent for two painful minutes. Actually, it could have been longer than that; Merlin, two minutes seemed like two hours! I don't really know how long I was lying there waiting for his reply…but it seemed like an eternity of stomach churning silence. I didn't dare turn my head in his direction because if he was angry, it would show and I really didn't want to face Tom's wrath. If he was happy, I wouldn't know what to make of it because no way would it be out of fatherly love. He would be plotting something; some way to persuade me to hand over my son or daughter to his side! I would never do that. Not ever. I would go to the ends of the earth to protect my child, and if Tom posed a threat, in my opinion, I wouldn't think twice about turning away from him to save the life of my child from a damned life.

Sometimes I regret being a Gryffindor. Sometimes I wish that maybe if I had that evil spark that Slytherins' inherited from their parents, then maybe I wouldn't feel so guilty about having such traitorous thoughts. I did feel like a traitor. I was positive that if Tom could break down my mental barrier, he would think of me as a traitor too. I was betraying him. I was turning my back on him because of my own foolishness. He had never loved before me; he had never been loved before me, and the one person who loved him the way no other could, would eventually leave him. He had always been independent and never cared about what others thought of his way of thinking because he felt so strongly about it; for once, he found someone who seemed not to care about what side he was on…oh, how he would react when he discovered my true heritage.

I was torn from my disturbing thoughts by a hearty chuckle from my left. I still didn't turn my head, but I felt my brow furrow in confusion. What was so funny about that? Or maybe it was just a big joke to him. Maybe he was laughing at knocking up the new girl so soon. I wouldn't trust Avery not to make a bet with the other Slytherin boys on who would bed me first to be honest. I had thought better of Tom.

"You had me there for a second, Hermione." Tom chuckled, stroking his fingers up and down my arm slowly.

I blinked. I blinked again. Then his words sunk in; he didn't believe me. Why didn't he believe me? He obviously didn't realise how much I dreaded saying those tainted words.

Maybe he just didn't want to believe it so he was denying it. Maybe he honestly thought I would make such a sick joke. A baby would turn my life upside down; as if I'd actually joke about something like that.

Perhaps it was just hormones…but I did wonder why I was feeling so harsh towards Tom just lately. He hadn't actually done much to make me think so badly of him for the moment, apart from thinking that I would sink so low as to actually back his Muggle-hating views up.

"Tom," I replied, sitting up and twisting my top half of my body to look at him straight, confusion and hurt sparkling in my eyes; "No part of what I just said is a joke," I spat the word like poison and leaned forward to clutch his hand and cover my abdomen with his palm, "Tom, I- I really am pregnant!" I insisted.

Tom's reaction the second time round was what I was talking about!

Tom's face seemed to pale unbelievably fast and my words clearly sunk in faster than last time. I was glad of that…but now the news was really out, what would he think?

His eyes were slightly wide and his mouth parted with astonishment. He was quiet; very quiet. The whole room was quiet! All I could hear was my own choked breathing. I watched him quietly, waiting for the colour to return to his face and for him to give me any indication of how he was feeling about that.

Suddenly, Tom exhaled heavily and ran a shaky hand through his dark hair. He closed his eyes slowly and rubbed his jaw before opening his eyes and staring straight into mine. His gaze made me shift uncomfortably; I felt like he was staring into my soul and reading my thoughts. It felt like he was trying to form a plan in his head. What should I do with her, he would think, what should I do with the baby?

Another sigh caught my attention and he then spoke with in a calm and collected, yet almost threatening voice, "Well, is that good news?" he asked.

"I don't know; you tell me."

"Well you're the one carrying it, how do you feel about this?"

"I don't know, Tom. I just- I don't know…" I trailed off, unable to put my feelings in to words. I didn't want to lose this baby…why would I want to? This was my first child I was talking about! But on the other hand, it would partially ruin my life…not that it wasn't already ruined.

I felt my nose tickle and my eyes began to water uncontrollably. I must have looked so weak and feeble to Tom. Tears cascaded down my cold cheeks, and I wiped them away quickly. More tears appeared, so I wiped them away. My strategy didn't seem to be working at all, so I gave up trying and allowed my tears to run free.

I refused to look at Tom as my tears shamed me and was rather surprised to feel him brush them away and lean over to plant a soft kiss on my forehead. I was even more shocked when he practically leapt on me and crushed our lips in a tender, passionate kiss. One hand was stroking my cheek gently, whilst pouring his love into the kiss, and the other hand was firmly cradling the back of my head, slightly tugging on my hair.

I winced when he ran his fingers through my hair, clutching a few strands too tightly. When Tom finally broke the kiss, his dark eyes caught my gaze and held it. For the first time ever, he allowed me to see a fraction of his soul and it gave me the answer I was looking for.

This child meant the world to him.

One month later, Potions

"Welcome to Potions, class!" Slughorn boomed across the classroom, "Today you shall be brewing Amortentia. For those of you who don't know what that is- Once consumed the victim shall become infatuated with the brewer, the effects wear of eventually though. Amortentia doesn't create actual love, of course. That's impossible. But it does cause a powerful infatuation or obsession. For that reason, it is probably the most dangerous potion in this room. In short, Amortentia is the most powerful Love Potion ever created. Your ingredients are laid out for you on your desks. You may start."

We would not be partnered today seeing as we were taking this exam for our NEWTS. I watched Tom from afar and felt myself flush slightly every time he glanced over in my direction, his gaze lingering on my stomach before grinning like a maniac and returning to his work again.

Every time he sent a tender look in my direction, I could feel a small flutter in my stomach and a tiny smile crept on my face. I felt like a child with a crush. Only, this wasn't just a crush. I loved this man. I really loved him, and I was pregnant with his child! But he was a monster and if I could convince myself that I didn't love him, then it would be better for me, Tom, and our baby.

I added the frozen Ashwinder eggs and stirred the contents of the cauldron five times, clockwise.

I could feel Tom's heavy gaze on me. It angered me slightly seeing as we were in the midst of an exam and was supposed to be concentrating, but regardless of whether or not he concentrated, he'd still achieve top marks.

I added the chopped Crocodile heart.

I glanced down at my stomach and subconsciously stroked my palm over my abdomen. It struck me odd that a child was growing in my stomach. A child! I would be a mother, and Tom a father. I had never really imagines myself with children, but I thought I would have liked the idea of having them. I could never imagine who with though, although many people assumed I would live the rest of my life with Ron, owning a small house with six orange children. That could never be the life for me; I was not like Molly. I didn't want to be a House Wife with a dozen children, a working husband, cooking all day and not making my own living for myself. I was destined for a working life; a relationship or family or whatever, had never really caught my attention. But now I feared I would turn out like those other women who were happy with simple things like a husband with a job and two kids. I wasn't like that; I didn't want that. I wanted to be independent, not having to rely on a man to support my family. I feared what this child meant. But I knew, judging on the father, that this child would not have a normal life, they would not grow to be a normal person, doing normal things every day. They would grow up being worshipped like a god by one side, and hated by another. But that was always the case. How could it not be when their Mother was the Brains of The Golden Trio, and the father was Voldemort?

I added the sliced Erumpent horn and watched the potion bubble slightly before red metallic sheen fizzled out into a Mother of Pearl gloss. The smell of freshly mown grass, parchment, and…Tom (!) assailed my nostrils. I sighed, content with the smells which seemed to send me to heaven and back.

I was happy with the result and sat back in my chair, suddenly exhausted and waited for the rest of the class to finish. I was shocked to feel a pair of hand sneak from under my arms and cradle me against their chest. I immediately jumped from my attackers hold and whipped my wand out to point at the strangers face. Tom stood before me with a teasing smirk on his face; he reached forward to lower my wand and took a hesitant step towards me.

"You shouldn't attack the father of your child, Hermione." He teased, sliding his hands over my stomach before pulling me close to him and kissing my forehead, "What would dear Rastaban to get the wrong impression, would we?" he said sweetly.

I face dropped, "Rastaban?" I asked sharply.

"It means "Head of the dragon"" he replied.

"Presuming it'll be a boy."

"It will be a boy, Hermione," he chuckled, "I can feel it in my bones." He purred, leaning forward to entrap me in his dark gaze.

I swallowed the thick lump that appeared every time I was cause in his gaze and smiled sweetly, "Well, it hasn't been over two months yet, so we have plenty of time to discuss reasonable names, Tom. And I assure you, this child inside me now is a girl." I replied.

"'Mione, 'Mione, 'Mione…" he sighed, "We'll have plenty of time to make you a nice girl, once my son is born!" he beamed and planted a firm kiss on my lips before walking up to Slughorns desk to whisper something in his ear.

I raised my eyebrow at the dark haired boy when I saw him pointedly move his gaze in my direction, earning a long string of nods from the Professor along with a few wags of his eyebrows and knowing smirks. My brow furrowed; what on earth did they have to talk about involving me?

I watched as Tom followed Slughorn to his stash of various Potions at the far end of the room. After a moment of hurried searching, I heard him boom "Ahh!" and clap Tom on the back like a proud father and hand him a small vile of shimmering blue liquid.

My stomach dropped.

Two hours later, Heads common room

"You did what?" I shrieked, crushing the vile in a vice-like grip.

Tom sighed again. Again!

"I can't believe you told him! You know he can't keep anything to himself! And there you are spreading the good news to every Tom, Dick and Harry!"

"Actually, the only people who know are-" I cut him off before he could continue.

"The whole bloody school by now!" I shouted, feeling tears blur my vision.

Oh shit, I thought, knowing exactly what would happen next. First a few drops, then a full blown river of tears. Hormones are a bloody pain, I thought before the knot in my throat appeared, my nose began to tickle, and finally a great sob tore from my throat. I covered my face with my hands and felt my legs drag me over to Tom who sat comfortably in the arm chair, uncontrollable tears rolling down my cheeks.

I covered my eyes to stop the tears, but it didn't work to my advantage. I walked far enough to be standing in between Tom's legs. All I wanted right now was someone to hold me and tell me everything would be alright. I wanted no one to think I was a whore for getting pregnant at such a young age. I wanted people to understand that Abortion didn't seem like a fair option for me. I wanted this baby, but I wanted a life. I didn't want people to judge me. I wanted Tom to actually be a father. I wanted Tom to be himself; to not become the Dark Lord from the future.

"I just want to be happy…" I sobbed, feeling Tom lean forward to cradle me in his arms whilst I lifted my legs to rest over his.

I buried my face in the crook of Tom's neck and felt his breathing hitch slightly when I pressed my lips to his collar blade. I would have smiled at his reaction, but the tears rendered me incapable.

Tom's hand snuck around my back to grip my waist grimly, whilst his other hand cradled my head against his neck, stroking my hair tenderly and shushing my tears away.

"You will be happy, Hermione." He whispered, kissing my forehead, "We will be happy together; me, you and our child. We will be so happy one day, I promise."

I nodded sadly, not believing a word he said. I knew we wouldn't be happy. We couldn't be happy together. It wasn't possible. Not us.

"I love you, Tom." I croaked, removing my face from his neck to look him in the eyes. Once again, I was lost in his dark gaze.

"I love you too." he purred, leaning forward to press his warm lips against mine, removing his hand from my waist to stroke my stomach gently.

I smiled into the kiss and covered Tom's hand with mine. I felt connected to him in a way that no one could understand. We were like a family; Father, Mother and child. I was content for the moment.

"I overreacted; I suppose I really do need help with the morning sickness, thank you." I whispered, dropping a kiss to his cheek.

I felt him smile and shift slightly underneath me, reaching into his jacket pocket before pulling something box-shape from it. I frowned at the green object before me.

"It isn't right to have this child a bastard, Hermione…" Tom whispered, fixing his gaze with mine, love pouring from his eyes.

I gasped as the meaning of his words struck home and the next few moments seemed a blur.

"Hermione Dehavilland; marry me?" he chuckled, opening the box to reveal a gorgeous silver ring with a large emerald stone between two small diamonds. My heart leapt.

"Yes." And with that I leaned forward to capture Tom's lips with mine.

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