Chapter Eight

Hermione was frozen; she'd never seen Harry look so mad, not even when he thought Sirius had killed his parents. Balling his hands up into fists Harry started yelling at Hermione; she couldn't even here what he was saying. She was just staring dumbly at him with a blank look on her face.

At some point Hermione must of fallen on the floor because when she finally came to her senses, she was sitting on the floor and Harry was yelling, "Hermione, just what in the bloody hell did you think you were doing?"

Frowning, Hermione stood up, "Harry Potter, what right do you think you have, to talk to me like that?" Hermione was furious, gathering up the clothes Ginny had brought up earlier. Storming past Harry, Hermione threw back a vicious look only to see him glowering at her. Stomping down the stairs, she brushed past Fred who had been eves-dropping on Harry's rant. Hermione growled as she passed in front of the third floor bedroom Ron was using; she was just about to storm by when she realized she was still naked save for his shirt.

Looking around the landing, Hermione poked her head into the room. When she didn't see anyone, she slipped inside and shut the door. Pulling off his shirt, Hermione threw it on the bed. She dumped her clothes on the ground, she dug through them until she found her knickers.

She had just finished pulling on her pants, and was reaching for her shirt when Ron walked in. Squeaking, she yanked her shirt up to cover herself. Ron had turned around blushing.

"Oh Merlin, sorry Ron." Hermione stammered as she pulled her shirt on, "There was no one in here, and I still had your shirt." Hermione blushed.

Stepping past a bright red Ron, Hermione retreated out his door; she didn't stop running until she'd reached the front door. Pulling it open she stepped outside and apparated back to her place with a *POP*.

Draco was frozen.

He'd finally had his birthday, so he was allowed to change now. It hadn't been a big deal; his mother had invited some of his school friends to the occasion. There was Zabini and Knott, he thought he saw Pansy sneaking of to a room with a guy. It had basically just been a great big unveiling of his shape. Bellatrix and his father were close by in case he screwed it up, but he'd changed over a hundred times by then.

Standing in front of him right now was Hermione Granger, that filthy mudblood from Hogwarts. Draco was about to lunge at her when he caught a whiff of vanilla. Draco's heart skipped a beat. This was his sliver wolf.

He had hardly even noticed when she freaked out and apparated away. He had a feeling she recognized him. Draco couldn't imagine that stuck up witch being afraid of a wolf; especially when she had a wand handy.

He'd been anxious to go back and see to sliver wolf ever since she disappeared after they spent to night together. It had been all he could think about during his party. And now he all he could think about was Hermione, it was making him sick.

Draco didn't want to go home after that, so he spent the night wandering around the forest. As he padded by the creek he couldn't help but wonder what she was doing; he hated it. It was driving him mad. He was just about to walk through a bush when he stopped, Wait, he thought, narrowing his eyes, She didn't know it was him. Well, that changes things, he thought bitterly.

Hermione had passed out on her couch when she got home, so she didn't notice when Ginny let herself in to cook her some breakfast. So Hermione woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs; sliding off the Hermione inched her way to the kitchen.

She found Ginny standing by the stove; she looked up when Hermione shuffled in and smiled, "Morning!" she called brightly. Hermione just groaned. What's Ginny doing here, Hermione wondered. Last time she saw her, Ginny was standing dumbstruck in the kitchen when Hermione blurred past.

"How do you want your eggs?" Ginny asked looking over at Hermione with her wand in her hand.

"Uhmm," Hermione screwed up her brow, she had a headache, "over easy." She replied, getting a cup of coffee.

"Great," said Ginny, turning back to the stove, "Comin' up."

Hermione groaned, she sat down at the table and sunk her head into her hands.

After breakfast, Hermione and Ginny went to Diagon Alley. Ginny wasn't mad at what happened last night, she was just worried. Hermione had been drunk and Ron just broke up with his girlfriend. Hermione knew that what she did was wrong, but both she and Ron were at a lack of their senses in some way.

Hermione and Ginny were sitting at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream shop, Hermione was licking at a chocolate ice cream cone, and Ginny was eating a toffee flavoured one. They were going to meet up with Luna as soon as she was done her shift. Luna was pregnant so Ginny kept going into baby fits every time she saw her now, and Hermione was a little annoyed. Luna was engaged to Mr. Ollivander's son Cyprus, and they had to postpone their wedding due to the baby; Luna's father refused to let her walk down the aisle with a baby bump. He said it was bad luck; Hermione rolled her eyes. She remembered the last time she saw him; when her Harry and Ron were running around after horcruxes.

Finishing their ice cream, they started walking down the Alley; they could go she Fred and George because Ron was working there for the summer and there was no point in going to Ollivander's early. So they wandered down towards Flourish and Blotts; Hermione had no need for any more books and Animagi, but Ginny wanted to get some about magical pets. Her and Harry wanted to get one for their anniversary this year. They wandered around the store for a bit and Ginny bought a few books, but then it was time to meet Luna.

Walking back down the street towards the shop Hermione and Ginny started talking, "So," Ginny started, "What kind of animal do you think you're going to turn into?" Ginny asked looking over at Hermione.

Hermione frowned and went red in the cheeks; she was a wolf, but she wasn't supposed to know that yet. "Uhmm," she started, looking around, "I'm not sure. Your animagus form is meant to reflect on the inner you, so maybe a cat." Hermione shrugged, hopping to sound convincing. Ginny must of bought it, because she then she started squealing.

"Luna!" Ginny cried running over to their friend, "Look how big you're getting!" she cried, looking and her bump.

Luna giggled, "I know," she replied in a dreamy voice, "just yesterday I found out that I don't fit into half my pants anymore-" she looked at Hermione and stopped, "Oh my God, Hermione your pregnant."

Hermione frowned and clutched at her belly. That was impossible, and she told her as much. "That's impossible Luna." She started, but Ginny was already hugging her.

"Awee! Hermione, why didn't you tell me!" she exclaimed.

"Ginny, calm down. I'm not pregnant. The last person I slept with was last night." She muttered as she pulled Ginny aside, "And the last one before that was Dean Thomas back in march. Ginny, you know these things."

Ginny gave her a knowing smile, "And I know Luna, if she says your pregnant you are. Come one, I'll prove it, let's go to St. Mungo's."

They walked into St. Mungo's about an hour later. Ginny walked Hermione and Luna up to the receptionist's desk, "Hey Pavarti," Hermione greeted as she saw who was behind the counter.

"Hey Hermione.," she greeted, smiling, "What can I help you with.

Ginny beamed, "Where can we go to find out if someone's pregnant?"

Pavarti laughed, "Up on the sixth floor, right above the tea lounge."

"Thanks!" Ginny called as she lead them towards the elevators.

"You know," Luna said in an airy voice, "I always liked elevators, it's like the muggles found their own magic."

Hermione just stared at her, Ginny laughed, but Hermione was petrified. Ginny seemed convinced that Luna was fairly skilled in Divination, but Hermione hadn't really studied the subject long; not to mention she wasn't in Luna's year.

When the elevator dinged and called out their floor, Hermione's insides just about melted. She was almost positive she wasn't pregnant. She' only just slept with Ron last night. Hermione felt like she had that day she went to the ministry, as if her feet had a mind of their own. She hardly noticed when Ginny spoke to the nurse, or when she was ushered into a room. Her senses only returned when the healer walked into the room. It was Seamus Finnigan. Damn it! Hermione thought, wondering if she and Dean had slept together that one night. Hermione frowned, Wow, she thought, I'm really getting around.

Seamus grinned when she saw who his patient was, "Well hey Hermione," He said as he shut the door, "now, our friend Luna out there tells me you're pregnant." He continued, his grin growing wider. "Is that true?"

Hermione frowned, "I can't think of a way I could be."

"Well," he said, pulling out his wand, "there's a simple little spell I'll just have to preform then. Well, actually, I'm surprised you didn't do it instead of coming here." Clearing his throat, Seamus pointed his wand at her belly so it was touching her shirt and said, "Homenum Revelio" He looked back up and said, "Well, you're not very far along at all, but congratulations! You're pregnant!"