AN- No I don't own the characters
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Chapter 5
Astoria glanced at Hermione with uncertainty before looking back to Draco. "It's obvious, isn't it? I mean, look at her."
Draco sneered as he turned to Hermione, who was trying her best not to make eye contact with him. He continued to glare at her as his eyes traveled down from her frightened face to the obvious bump on her midsection.
What the hell?
That was never there...or at least, he thought it was never there. That big fat bump wasn't visible when he was talking to her a few hours ago.
"Is it true, Miss Granger?'' Narcissa asked softly.
"Of course not!" Draco barked. "She just let herself go and gained all that bloody weight. Didn't I tell you, Granger? I knew you were getting fat."
"Draco!" Astoria shouted. "What's wrong with you?"
Draco whirled around to face her and scoffed. "Oh please, don't act as if you care about the mudblood."
Astoria stared at her fiancé for a few moments before shaking her head with disgust. Sure, she may have never cared for the muggle-born that much, but she was a woman.
And no matter what her blood status was, Hermione was a woman, as well.
Shooting Draco another glare, Astoria quickly rushed towards Hermione, saying, "She's pregnant, Draco. You never want to upset a pregnant lady."
"I don't see any pregnant lady," Draco smirked. "All I see is a whale."
"Stop it, both of you," Narcissa snapped, interrupting. "Now, you will both accompany Miss Granger while I go owl a healer to come by for a quick check up."
Hermione watched with despair as lady of the house left. She could feel Astoria's soft hands trying to right her bushy hair and comfort her. Why was she being so nice?
"Tell Astoria you're not pregnant, Granger," Draco snapped, taking a threatening step closer to her.
Hermione, still completely frightened and confused, frantically shook her head. She just wanted to leave! Why wouldn't they let her go back home?
"Well?" that sharp voice of his was piercing through her head.
"Please-"
"Please what, mudblood?" Draco sneered. "Oh look, Grangers already begging-"
"Stop it," Astoria said harshly, helping Hermione stand up. "Make yourself useful and help me walk her to the guest room."
"What?" Hermione and Draco asked simultaneously.
"No!" Hermione continued on, ignoring Draco's complaints. "Really, I'm okay! Just let me owl my friend Ginny and she can come get me-"
"Don't be ridiculous, Astoria," Draco scoffed, rudely interrupting her. "We don't need this filth to contaminate the air in manor."
Hermione wanted nothing more than to snatch her hand away from Astoria's grip so she could throttle him.
Her patience with Draco was seriously running thin and, thanks to her hormones, she was about to lose it.
After a few more minutes, Draco had had enough. Without warning, he grabbed Hermione's arms roughly and slapped Astoria's hands away from her.
Ignoring Hermione's cries, he tightened his grip on her arm as he continued to drag her towards an empty guest room, where he pushed her inside, not caring that she tripped on her own foot and fell.
After entering the room himself, his eyes still trained on her, he took out his wand and muttered a silencing spell and locked the doors. "Tell me the truth, mudblood."
The murderous look on his face frightened Hermione. But she would be damn if she showed him any fear. So she stood up and glared back at him.
"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" she spat back.
His eyes quickly glanced back down at her stomach and he nodded towards her bump. "What the fuck is that?"
Hermione hesitated. Her first instinct was to deny everything, but when she thought about it...he really did have the right to know. No matter how cruel he was.
She lifted her chin bravely. "You're lovely wife is correct, Malfoy."
Draco took a threatening step closer to her. "She's not my wife yet, Granger. And don't lie to me. Tell me the bloody truth!"
Hermione fought the urge to groan in annoyance. "I am telling the truth, Malfoy! I'M PREGNANT!"
"NO YOU'RE NOT!" Draco roared back, lunging towards her until their faces were merely an inch apart. "YOU'RE FUCKING LYING!"
Hermione gasped and backed away, her face finally showing the hurt she felt.
But Draco wouldn't have it, and he continued to follow her. "You're a lying piece of filth, aren't you Granger? Just trying to gain attention, huh?"
Hermione could feel tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "Bloody hell, Malfoy! I'm telling you the truth! I'm pregnant!"
The look on her face should have been enough to make him believe her. But for some reason, he just didn't want to believe it. How could she be pregnant?
"When Granger?" Draco whispered. "Tell me how long you've been...like this?"
Hermione's gaze dropped down to the floor. She didn't want to look him in the eye, fearing what she'd see when she told him the truth. "I don't remember, honestly. I just-"
"What do you mean you don't remember?" Draco snapped. "It's a simple question!"
It felt as if a bludger was ricocheting around inside her head. She couldn't even think straight. Damn it, she just wanted to go home!
"I don't know!" Hermione cried out. "I mean, okay the last time I saw the healer he said five weeks pregnant - Why does it matter to you?"
Draco continued to sneer at her. "I need to know if I-"
"You want to know if you're the father of the baby?" Hermione interrupted. "Well guess what, Malfoy?"
He raised an eyebrow disinterestedly, but his knuckles were tightening into a fistl.
"You were the only person I've ever slept with," she blurted out, her eyes glaring into his. "So, you do the math."
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Draco sucked in a sharp breath.
No.
She was lying. The filthy Mudblood was lying. There was no way he'd-"
"You're lying," he snarled, charging towards her.
Hermione's eyes widened as she rushed to the other side of the room. She lifted her arms in front of her for protection as she cried out, "I'm telling you, I'm not! Give me a truth serum if you have to!"
Her back slammed against the wall. Fuck, why must he always feel the need to push her?
It felt as if her breath was knocked out of her lungs, while she felt his fingers digging through her shoulders. Her vision was starting to darken as she saw his hand rising up again. Her eyes immediately closed as she prepared for a blow, but it never came.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Hermione's eyes popped open as she felt Draco's rigid body fall against her. Behind him, Astoria, Narcissa, and a man who was dressed in Healer's robes had come bursting through the door.
Before they could get to Hermione, her vision went completely black as she fell into unconsciousness.
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"That was a very cruel thing, Draco Malfoy."
"Mother, come on-"
"Don't! Your father and I never taught you to-"
As Hermione started to regain consciousness, her hearing began to sharpen. She could hear Draco and Narcissa whispering nearby so she continued to feign sleep.
"Bloody hell, mother. She's just Granger-"
"Yes, she's Granger, and she helped us, Draco."
"Oh please. Father's still in Azkaban-"
"And if it wasn't for Potter, Weasley, and this Granger girl, he would have gotten the kiss."
There was a silence then that left Hermione straining her ears.
"Now, I'm going to go help Astoria in kitchen. Remember what the healers said."
Hermione could hear Narcissa's footsteps leaving the room and the door closing. Damn, why did she have to leave her alone with him?
"I know you're awake, Granger," Draco sighed. "So you can stop pretending now."
Feeling foolish, she opened her eyes and saw him sitting on a chair beside her bed. "What happened?"
Draco rolled his eyes before he continued. "Listen Granger, turns out you weren't lying after all. You are with child."
Very clever, Malfoy, Hermione fought the urge to retort.
"The healer confirmed it," Draco continued on. "He also pulled me aside and told me that based on your story about me being the only bloke you fucked, I'm the father."
"You are," Hermione said.
"Well, I don't believe your story, Granger," Draco snapped. "I know for a fact you can be a very good liar. You're probably even clever enough to outsmart a truth serum! That's why I'm not even going to bother giving it to you."
Hermione gasped, "But I'm telling you the truth! I've only been with you, Malfoy! I've never even been with Ron! When are you going to just accept it and be responsible?"
Draco glanced at her up and down with his lips curled up in an expression of disgust.
"You listen to me and you listen good, Granger. Even if I am the father-which I'm sure I'm not-I am not going to father a filthy half-blood, you understand me?"
Hermione gawked at him, "Excuse-"
"You are going to get rid of that thing inside you-"
"No!" Hermione shouted. "First you take away my innocence and now you want to take away the only good that came out of it?"
She wanted to throw a fit and punch him in the face, but she knew her temper and blood pressure would just upset the living being inside her, so she tried her best to remain calm.
"I am not going to be held responsible for that thing, mudblood!" Draco whispered harshly, his face so close to her that she could feel his hot breath caressing her face.
"Then you won't have to be!" Hermione cried out. "You can just let me go and-"
Draco barked a laugh, "You think my mother won't know about that thing being born?
It wasn't until she felt something moist trailing down her cheeks that she realized she was crying. But she didn't care, not anymore.
"Malfoy, please," Hermione whimpered. "You won't ever have to see me again, I promise. Just tell your mother to let me leave."
"Don't be ridiculous, Miss Granger."
They both whirled around to see Narcissa standing by the doorway.
"Please," Hermione cried. "Ginny must be worried sick-"
"I owled her," Narcissa sighed softly, walking towards her with a plate of food. "You must be famished."
Hermione shook her head. "Thanks, but I-"
"I believe what the Healer said, Miss Granger," Narcissa interrupted. She shot her son a look before turning back to Hermione. "You will stay here until the baby is born."
There was a loud groaning sound, followed by a chair being violently knocked over as Draco left the room.
Narcissa rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Don't mind him. I believe you when you say that he's the father. Knowing my son's history, it's not hard to believe. I was hoping his betrothal to Astoria would open his eyes."
Hermione snorted but remained silent.
The older woman ignored her and continued on. "But you have to know that he's a very stubborn man. He might believe he's the father, but he won't accept it."
"So he's in denial," Hermione sighed.
"Yes," Narcissa nodded and then added, "Astoria doesn't know a thing."
Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Why not?"
"I think when the time is right, you and Draco need to talk to her." Narcissa shrugged. "Hopefully you two can overcome your differences to make it happen. Possibly before the wedding?"
Hermione laughed harshly, "Malfoy and I? Please."
Narcissa studied the muggle-born witch and smiled. "Get to know my son, Miss Granger. He's not all bad."
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Filthy lying mudblood.
Draco grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and viciously dug his teeth into the sweet fruit before ripping a piece off to chew.
"Malfoy?"
He turned around and scoffed. "What do you want now, Granger?"
Hermione bit her lip nervously and fiddled with her sleeves. "Your mother thought you and I should...talk."
Draco smirked, settling himself on the nearest couch. "Talk? About what?"
"You know what," Hermione said. "Narcissa said that Astoria doesn't know about this. I think we should talk about how we might tell her. After all, this happened because of our mistake-"
"Our mistake?" Draco laughed harshly. "If I'm not mistaken, mudblood, you wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted you. I think you mean it was your mistake for even believing me in the first place."
Hermione closed her mouth in defeat and took a step away from him. What could she say to that? He was right. Damn, it was all her fault. Why did she have to be gullible and believe that he would change?
Draco noticed her behavior and smirked. "What? Finally realized that I was right?"
"But this is still your baby-"
"Don't," Draco spat darkly, standing up and striding towards her. "I don't give a damn about you or that thing inside of you, understand, mudblood?"
Hermione's eyes widen. Great, this again.
"Now you may have won my mother's trust, but you certainly don't have any of mine," Draco growled. "We are not going to tell Astoria anything because I am not going to be part of that thing's life, you understand?"
"But your mother-"
"To hell what my mother says!" Draco barked angrily. "I have no choice but to let you stay here, but once that thing is out of your system, I want you gone!"
Hermione let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.
Draco continued, "You're filthy and I still hate you. I only shagged you because I was curious, remember? Now that I've had my fill, you expect me to stay just because you and I created a monster?"
"You're the monster! Just like your Death Eater father!" Hermione cried out, tears falling from her eyes. She blamed the hormones.
SMACK!
Hermione's face snapped to the side. Merlin, did he-did he just-she could already feel the stinging in her cheek.
"That was for the last time, mudblood," Draco smirked. "Now how come every time you and I talk, it always has to end with physical contact?"
Hermione didn't say anything, only rubbed her cheek to ease the sting.
"Now leave," Draco said coldly. "You're not wanted here."
"Draco?"
They both turned around to see Astoria by the doorway. Her eyes filled with confusion as she looked back and forth between them. But when she saw a tear fall from Hermione's eyes, she gasped and quickly rushed towards her.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" She asked softly. "Is it the baby?"
Draco scoffed. "So your both on a first name basis now, is that right? Don't waste your time on the mudblood."
But Astoria ignored him, "What is it?"
Hermione didn't want to cause any more trouble. What else could she say? If she said anything more, Draco would just end up trying to hurt her and the baby, right? And poor Astoria would be hurt to know that her husband-to-be was to father a half-blood.
No. It was best to just leave everything alone.
So she just shook her head frantically and forced a small smile. "I'm fine, Astoria. Just the hormones, is all."
Astoria's face brightened. "You must be happy to have a child, Hermione. Who is the father?"
From the corner of her eye she saw Draco stiffen. "I rather not say."
Astoria frowned. "But why? Surely we must call him so-"
"It's Ron's," Hermione said, blurting out the first name that popped into her head. "But he doesn't know yet...so please, don't tell him."
She'd eventually have to tell Ron what she told Astoria. Might as well tell him as soon as possible.
Astoria nodded, "Well I'm sure it will be a pleasant surprise for him. You should stay here until you feel all better, alright? That way Weasley won't see you and ruin the surprise!"
"This is ridiculous," Draco interrupted them, sneering.
"Actually that's why I have to leave now," Hermione lied. "I want to go home so I can tell Ron the news."
"Splendid idea, Granger!" Draco falsely cheered. He grabbed her arm and lead her towards the floo network. Once they were far away from Astoria, he dropped his voice so only she could hear him. "I don't ever want to see or hear about you or that filthy thing again, got it mudblood?"
"Perfect," Hermione spat back.
Finally! Something they can agree on.
"Get out of my life." He pushed her roughly inside the fireplace, took a fistful of powder in hand, and shouted, "The Burrow!"
He dropped the powder and watched as the green flames engulfed Hermione. He smirked; if only those were actual flames that could harm her. Merlin, how he wished he would never have to deal with her again.
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"You WHAT?"
"I know!" Hermione cried out in a hurry. "I'm sorry, Ron! I panicked! I told them you were the father and I-bloody hell, Ron, I'm sorry!"
Ron stared at Harry and Ginny with his eyes wide. They both gaped at him with the same shocked expressions, neither of them knowing what to say. Ron shook his head and looked back at his crying best friend.
Why was she freaking out? Yes, it was wrong for her to do, but that didn't mean he couldn't help her!
"Hermione, it's okay," Ron sighed, wrapping his arms around her shaking frame. "It's alright. It's okay. I'll be very happy to help raise your child. You know that."
Hermione hiccuped and looked up at her friend. "I know, but I'm still sorry. Now people are going to think that you're the father and-"
"Why are you making it sound as if I think it's a bad thing?" Ron asked, feeling a little hurt.
"You know he fancied you for a while, Hermione," Harry added. "Ron would do anything to help you. Not to mention Ginny and I."
Hermione wiped her nose and cleared her throat, "Thanks Harry. I just don't want to be a burden-"
"Oh be quiet," Ginny hushed her. "We're like family. Just make sure to keep Draco Malfoy away from us."
"Keep him away from Hermione, more importantly," Ron said darkly, his arms tightening around her. "I don't want him to hurt you again."
Ginny and Harry nodded in agreement as they continued to comfort Hermione.
Harry wiped a tear away from his best friend's cheek and frowned when he noticed her wincing. "Are you okay, Hermione?"
She turned away and nodded. "Yeah! Perfect now, thank you."
But Harry continued to frown as he forced her to face him. "Look at me...Merlin, is that-is that a bruise?"
Hermione stiffened and broke away from Ron's comforting embrace. She absently touched her cheek and shook her head. "Don't be silly, Harry-"
"It is!" Ron growled. "What did he do Hermione?"
Hermione wanted to shout out the truth, but she honestly didn't want to cause any more trouble! Why wouldn't they just let it go? As long as Draco stayed away from her, then everything would be okay, right?
"Hermione," Ginny gasped quietly, understanding flooding through her head. "Oh my-"
"I'm going to kill him," Harry spat, grabbing his wand to apparate.
"No!" Hermione cried out. "Please-"
"I'll go with you," Ron said, blinded with rage.
Ginny rushed to Hermione and held her. "Be careful you two!"
The sound of their leaving scared Hermione. "Ginny! Let me go! They're going to hurt him!"
Ginny gawked at her friend. Was this witch crazy?
"Hermione, he hurt you!" She took out her wand and pointed it at her. "You need to calm down, Hermione." She muttered a spell and watched as Hermione was soothed into a calm state.
"It's for the best, Hermione," Ginny sighed. "He deserves everything he's going to get."
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THANKS TO MAEGHAN AKA OCCUPYMALFOYSBED ON TUMBLR WHO IS JUST SO AMAZING ON HELPING ME WITH FIXING THIS CHAPTER UP!
i know Hermione is seems like a weak bitch, but bare with me! she's not going to stay that way of course lol you know being pregnant causes your attitude and hormones to go ape shit haha but its going to all come together in the story!
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