AN- No I don't own the characters
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Chapter 2
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"Hermione, please tell me what's wrong," Ginny sighed, handing her friend a chocolate frog. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on."
Hermione shook her head. She wasn't ready to tell Ginny what had made her upset. It would devastate her even more to see Ginny's reaction if she told her the truth.
"I'm just not feeling well, that's all," Hermione half-lied, cradling the warm blanket Ginny conjured up for her.
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "You apparated into my flat bawling your eyes out and now you tell me that you are just not feeling well? Do you find me that incompetent?"
Hermione closed her eyes, the pounding inside her head growing more painful than before. "Ginny, please. Not now."
The redhead continued to stare at her with calculating eyes, debating whether she should just drop it for now or keep pushing her to talk.
"Fine," Ginny decided. "I'll let you rest in my flat and then-"
"No, it's fine," Hermione assured her, unwrapping herself from the blanket and trying to hand it back to Ginny. "I'll just go to my own place now-"
"Don't be stupid," Ginny snapped, grabbing her hand and leading her upstairs to the guest bedroom. "You are in no good condition to be apparating or using the Floo network at the moment.
She pushed the the door open and led Hermione towards the bed before closing the windows, changing the temperature to make the room feel warm.
"But I'm fine!" Hermione moaned. But she was already climbing on top of the soft, comfortable bed.
Mmm, so warm, too.
She immediately wrapped herself in the thick blanket and curled her body into a more comfortable position.
Ginny smiled at her friend's behavior and rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, I can clearly see how fine you are," she said sarcastically. "Just relax and sleep, yeah? Harry will be here in a few hours."
Hermione nodded and laid her head down on the pillow as Ginny left her alone. While her body was relaxing, her brain was racing with thoughts, not giving her the chance for her mind to relax, as well.
How could Draco Malfoy do this to her? Didn't he say he wanted to be nicer to her because she helped him out? He was such a bastard...
Hermione turned to her side and curled up, her eyes beginning to moisten with anger towards herself.
She shouldn't have trusted him easily. Guys like Draco Malfoy never change and are never thankful. Hermione blinked back tears as she suddenly realized something she couldn't believe she'd nearly forgotten.
Draco had coldly taken away her virginity, and he didn't even care.
The thought made her stomach drop and her anger with herself increase, making her feel even more dirty. Oh, how she absolutely hated Draco Malfoy. Never before had she thought she could ever hate a person.
Draco was her first.
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"Draco, what do you think of this design?" Astoria asked her fiancé, holding up a magazine. "Do you like it, love?"
Draco merely glanced at the page and nodded, "Sure, Astoria. Whatever you want."
Astoria sighed, disappointed that her husband-to-be couldn't at least pretend that he was excited about their wedding, which was coming in a few months. She placed her magazine down on the table and tried a different tactic to get his attention.
"Draco," Astoria smiled, gently taking his hand with hers. "Do you want to visit some friends tonight? Maybe ask your mother for some advice?"
Draco rolled his eyes and sighed, "No, Astoria. Mother is busy at the moment and I'm sure my friends are, as well."
Astoria frowned. ''But you barely talk to them and-"
"Look," Draco said impatiently, "Just pick whatever design you want for the wedding, whatever dress you want, and you'll have it, alright?"
She continued to stare at him for a few seconds before giving up with a nod. She should have known that Draco wasn't into these things.
"Alright, love," Astoria whispered. She leaned in to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. "Don't be up too late, okay?"
Draco didn't answer, as he appeared to be too busy reading the newspaper about some Quidditch team who had won a game.
Astoria sighed again and got up to leave him in peace. She should have known this whole arranged marriage was going to be boring for her. Though she could admit, when she heard about the arrangement, she was ecstatic.
She would be the future Mrs. Malfoy. She always did had a little crush on him when they were younger...But now that she was getting to know the real Draco Malfoy, she couldn't help but feel regretful and stupid for turning down another man who had actually loved her.
Maybe Draco could learn to love her, too. All she needed to do was to give him some time.
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"Hey, Hermione!" Harry and Ron greeted her as she and Ginny entered the restaurant.
"What, no enthusiastic hello for me?" Ginny pretended to look hurt.
"You're my sister, we're related," Ron scoffed, pulling Hermione into a tight hug.
"We're married, Ginny," Harry laughed, hugging Hermione after Ron released her. "I see you everyday."
Ginny scoffed, "That is no excuse."
"Anyway, where have you been, Hermione?" Ron asked, flipping through his menu. "We haven't heard from you in awhile?"
"Oh, you know me," Hermione smiled, trying to push down her guilt. "Been working and all."
"You work too much," Harry frowned.
He leaned to his side to kiss his wife on the cheek, making Ginny's cheek redden with either embarrassment or glee.
Hermione smiled at the gesture, feeling happy that she was with her friends. It had been weeks since her mistake with Draco and she hadn't had any time for herself. She had been diving into her workload just to get the prick out of her mind.
She was having such a great time teasing Ron about how his eating habits never changed, that she didn't notice the way he had looked behind her, scowling.
"You've have got to be kidding me," Ron growled, glaring at something behind Hermione.
Harry, Ginny, and Hermione turned to look where he was nodding.
To Hermione's horror, Draco Malfoy strolled inside the restaurant with his arms wrapped around a beautiful girl's waist.
"She looks familiar," Harry frowned, looking at the way the girl seemed attached to Draco.
"Her name is Astoria Greengrass," Ginny informed them. "Ugh, just look at the way she is hanging off of him. It's disturbing."
Hermione kept her eyes on her food, playing with the peas with her fork.
"Oh yeah, she went to Hogwarts a few years after we started, right?" Ron asked. "She's...
pretty. What is she doing with the stupid ferret?"
Ginny lightly smacked him on the arm. "Honestly, don't you ever read The Daily Prophet for anything other than Quidditch?"
Ron rolled his eyes. "I really don't give a rat's ass about Malfoy being on the front page, so no."
Ginny glared at her brother in annoyance. "If you even bothered to read the headline of the front page, you would have seen that he's engaged to her."
She didn't realize Hermione had stiffened beside her.
"They've got engaged a few years after Hogwarts," Ginny informed them. "I never pegged Malfoy as the marriage type."
"So he was engaged even during his imprisonment in Azkaban?" Ron asked, looking like he didn't believe it.
"Yup," Ginny nodded, biting into her chicken.
"How do you know all of this, anyway?" Harry asked, frowning at his wife suspiciously.
Ginny shrugged. "When you have people like Parvati Patil springing up gossip everywhere she goes and shoving the latest magazine or newspaper on your faces, it's kind of hard not to know."
Engaged.
The fucking bastard was engaged this whole time?
Hermione felt like her insides were burning with fire. How could he do this to her? Wait, that was such a typical Draco Malfoy thing to do. Lie to people to get what he wanted.
All he had to do was bloody sweet-talk her, take her out to eat, and buy her a book. That was all it took to get inside her pants. She couldn't help but feel ashamed and dirty.
Hermione swallowed hard, her hands feeling sweaty and hot. She didn't realize she was breathing very hard until Ron had leaned in towards her to ask, "Hermione? You alright?"
She snapped up in surprise and forced a smile, "Yeah! Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"You're quiet all of a sudden," Harry said, looking at her with concern.
"I'm fine," Hermione smiled, shaking her head.
But it felt as if the food she was eating was rotting inside her stomach, making her feel sick.
Ginny placed a hand on her forehead, "Merlin, Hermione, you're all sweaty and warm..."
Before Hermione could assure them that she was fine, she felt the food inside her traveling towards her chest. Immediately, she clamped her mouth shut with her hands and shot up.
Ignoring everyone's surprise, she ran towards the restroom and heaved her sickness down the nearest toilet.
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"That was weird," Astoria said softly, looking curiously at the table where the girl with the bushy hair had been sitting.
"What?" Draco asked, looking at the place she was staring.
"Wasn't that Hermione Granger?" Astoria asked.
Draco scoffed. "Who cares?"
Since when does she care about some Muggle-born?
She glared at him and said, "Wasn't she the one who helped you with your case?"
"Yes," Draco sighed. "She was."
"Then the least you can do is be nice to her, you know." Astoria tutted at him, looking down at her menu that was presented to her.
"I was," Draco informed her. "I ran into her and got her this book she wanted. Really nerdy if you ask me."
Astoria looked up in surprise. She felt her face stretching into a smile.
At least Draco was becoming a better person now, she thought, as she brushed away the silky hairs that were covering his eyes. Maybe she should invite Hermione to their wedding.
Draco glanced up in time to see Ginny talking animatedly with Harry and Ron in a frantic matter. Ron shot up from his seat and was in the middle of striding towards the restroom when Ginny grabbed his arm. Draco wished he could hear what she was whispering furiously at her brother.
Not that he cared. He was just...nosy.
"What are you getting, love?" Astoria asked, breaking his thoughts.
Draco looked down at the menu and picked out a random meal. "Salmon."
"Are you insane?" Ginny furiously whispered at her brother, her hands tightening on his wrist. "You can't just barge into the ladies room!"
Ron glared down at his sister. "What's wrong with her? I've noticed her acting strange lately!"
Ginny knew what he meant, but Hermione still hadn't told her anything. "I know, Ron. Just-"
"Look you two, stop arguing," Harry sighed impatiently. "Ginny, go check to see if she's alright. Ron, stay here."
Ginny didn't need to be told twice, as she raced towards the restroom. When she entered, she looked for a closed door that would indicate Hermione was inside.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked, knocking on a closed stall. "You in there?"
She heard a cough, a sound like a throat being cleared, and the toilet flushing, before a raspy voice replied back to her, "I'm here."
"You okay?" Ginny asked, biting her bottom lip.
After a few seconds of delay, the stall door opened to reveal a red-eyed Hermione. Ginny gasped as Hermione walked over to the sink.
What the hell just happened to her?
She watched with concern as Hermione began to rinse her mouth with water. "Hermione..."
Hermione ignored her as she pulled out her wand to clean the smeared mess of her makeup on her face. After trying her best to appear at least decent, she let out a deep sigh before turning to Ginny.
"I'm fine," Hermione said in a rough voice before clearing her throat.
Ginny gaped at her and felt a sudden rush of anger. "Don't you dare lie to me, Hermione Jean Granger! Don't you dare! I'm one of your best friends and you can't even tell me what's going on with you?"
Hermione looked away in guilt from the redhead's furious gaze and sighed, "I'm sorry, Ginny."
"You keep telling me that!" Ginny said in an exasperated tone. "Please, Hermione. This isn't like you at all, tell me what's wrong! Even Ron can tell something's up and that's saying something."
Hermione gave her a little smile before nodding in defeat. "Alright...but, if I tell you, please pause the lecture and all that...I really don't need it."
Ginny nodded enthusiastically. "I'm all ears."
Hermione hesitated before sighing to herself.
Here goes nothing.
And so, Hermione told her best friend everything that happened between her and Draco.
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Draco sighed as he felt Astoria's arm wrap around his waist. Once he heard that her breathing had become slow and even from sleep, he gently untangled himself from her reach.
He wasn't much of a cuddling person. Who the hell did that anyway?
He turned to his side with his back facing Astoria. He continued to stare at the dark sky outside his window as his mind began to wander on random things.
It had been weeks since he'd had a good shag. It wasn't that Astoria was horrible in bed, she was just...boring. He needed someone with fire. For some reason, his mind sought out the face of Hermione.
Draco's lip curled into a satisfied smirk.
Ah, he still couldn't believe he had taken the mudblood's virginity. Not just any mudblood, though. It was Hermione bloody Granger, Gryffindor war hero, and Harry Potter's best friend.
He had a great time bragging about that to his friends.
Turning to lay on his back, Draco stared at the ceiling. He wondered when the next time he would bump into Hermione would be. Maybe he could bed her a second time. Who knew?
Finally about to sleep, Draco closed his eyes. His last thought lingering on what happened to Hermione and her friends in the restaurant earlier that day.
Not that he cared...
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Ginny watched Hermione heave into the toilet as she helped, lifting up her hair. Ginny crinkled her nose in distaste when the bitter smell hit her nostrils.
Disgusting.
After Hermione flushed the toilet, she shakily got up to wash her mouth in the sink.
It had been weeks since Hermione had told Ginny the truth about everything. To say that Ginny was horrified, disgusted, and angry, was just an understatement. Hermione didn't want to hear anything Ginny had to say, so she'd left her gaping like a fish.
It was only a couple hours later, when Hermione was in the guest room crying over how stupid she was, that she felt warm arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace, letting her know that she wasn't alone. Since then, Ginny had been helping Hermione feel better.
But it looked like something was wrong.
"Hermione," Ginny asked, in the middle of making hard boiled eggs for breakfast. "When was the last time you had your period?'
Hermione looked up from her book in confusion. "What?"
"Your period. When was the last time?"
Hermione blushed, talking about personal things like menstruation made her feel a bit like some innocent little girl. "Er-not sure, why?"
Ginny dropped her cooking and gaped at Hermione. "You're not sure? Give me a rough estimate."
Hermione bit her lip, racking her mind. "I think it's been nearly three weeks since I-"
Oh no.
Hermione gasped, her mouth forming a small O as her mind finally dawned on the realization. "Ginny..."
Ginny, not caring about her boiling eggs anymore, grabbed Hermione's wrist and apparated them to St Mungo's.
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The healer looked at Hermione with surprise. "Why, I recognize you! You're the great Hermione Granger!"
Hermione gave the healer an uncomfortable smile. "Not great, just Hermione."
The healer scoffed, "Nonsense! Now, what can I do for you today, Miss Granger?"
Hermione wished Ginny didn't have to stay in the waiting room. This sort of thing wasn't her area of expertise. It wasn't like she read loads of books that delved into sex.
"Er-well, I wanted to know if I was...well, I haven't had my um...my period in a while and-"
The healer gasped, interrupting her. "You want to know if you're pregnant! Oh, of course! But surely they have Muggle tests for that, don't they?"
Hermione nodded. "They do, but I want to make sure it's one hundred percent true. Muggle tests aren't always reliable."
The healer nodded. "Very well, Miss Granger. In order for me to do that, I just need a piece of your hair. I'm going to run the strand with my wand, and if your hair glows, then you're to be a mother!"
Hermione wasn't as excited as the healer appeared to be. She plucked out a piece of her hair and handed it to the healer. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it would jump out of her chest. Ugh, her hands were getting sweaty again, too.
Too nervous and scared to see the results, Hermione looked away and mindlessly stared at a moving picture of a newborn baby. She sighed. Even though she wished to be a mother someday, she just wasn't ready now.
Please...don't let me be pregnant, please don't let me be pregnant...
"Congratulations, Miss Granger!"
Oh Merlin, please no.
"You're five weeks pregnant!"
The food inside her stomach decided to travel back up her throat, causing her to vomit for the third time that day.
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