Hermione

I opened my eyes and saw sunlight streaming through the window. The room was illuminated, giving a warm and welcoming feeling that made me want to fall back asleep. But instead, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up. I couldn't tell what time it was, but I knew it was still early. The sun seemed to have just woken up, and there was a stillness in the air.

I got out of bed, but nearly jumped back in when my feet touched the cold ground. I padded over to my trunk and grabbed my towel along with the toiletries I had forgotten about last night. Last night's interaction with Malfoy irked me enough. How dare he choose a password without me? How dare he let me wait outside like an idiot?

Malfoy...

I walked into the bathroom and hung my towel on one of the three hooks by the shower. I set my toiletries in the shower then locked all of the doors incase Malfoy came in. Then I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower.

The moment the warm water hit my skin, I sighed and relaxed. The day had yet to begin, and like Malfoy said last night, today would be long. I wanted to start the day off happy at least, even though I knew my mood would turn sour the moment I laid eyes on Malfoy. As I washed my hair and scrubbed my body clean, I wondered what it would be like to be a mother. My hand touched my stomach and I bit my lip. Would I be a caring mother? Would I be too strict? Would my child even like me?

Suddenly a loud banging on the bathroom door caused me to jump in surprise. My heart began to race as I took deep breaths to calm myself.

"Granger, hurry the hell up! I have to use the loo!" came an annoyed tone.

I rolled my eyes and continued to shower, disregarding Malfoy. My silence only caused him to knock on the door even louder. I could hear his frustrated growl through the sound of the shower.

"Granger, I'm serious! Get out of the bloody shower!"

"Maybe you should have woken up earlier!"

"That's it!" Malfoy snapped. "You brought this on yourself."

I frowned. "What-"

"Alohomora."

The bathroom door slammed open and I could hear Malfoy enter the room with heavy stomps. I shrieked and covered my body with my arms, even though he couldn't see me through the curtain.

"Malfoy, get out of here!"

"Oh sod off, Granger."

I mentally groaned as he used the loo whilst I was in the shower, only a meter away.

"I told you to get out," Malfoy said once he flushed the toilet. I could hear him washing his hands. "Now hurry up before I decide to join you in the shower, Wifey."

My hands curled into tight fists, but before I could respond, he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I turned off the water and wrung out my hair before grabbing my towel to dry off. I rushed out of the bathroom, gathering my discarded clothes and throwing it into a hamper in the corner of my room.

I dried off and changed into my uniform: a grey skirt that came a few inches above my knees, a white blouse, a red and gold striped tie, and my robe. I glanced in the mirror above my chest of drawers, and ran my hand through my hair. My hair was still damp, and too much of a mess to brush through. I combed through my hair with my fingers and tried to make myself look presentable.

Once I finished getting ready, and I had all of my books and belongings, I left for the Great Hall. Malfoy was still in the shower when I left, and I was glad to avoid him.

"Hermione!"

Harry and Ron waved frantically for me to come over. Next to Ron sat Lavender, who was already gossiping about something with the Patil twins. I sat down next to Neville and Hannah, across from Harry and Ron.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"They've got her, 'Mione. Taken her to the dark side, they did," Neville said, nodding towards the Slytherin table.

I looked past Harry's shoulder and saw Ginny, who was sitting next to Blaise. She was quietly eating as the others around her talked. Luna was beside her, next to Theo. Ginny's eyes looked up, as if sensing that I was looking at her, and she suddenly said something to Blaise. He looked up to glance at me, then he nodded. Ginny got up and made her way to the Gryffindor table, ignoring the looks she got from some of the underclassmen.

"Morning Hermione," Ginny said, forcing a smile. She gave a small wave to everyone else. Neville and Hannah chirped their good mornings and continued to eat, whilst Harry sent her a kind smile. Ron, however, decided to ignore her. Ginny's smile faltered at that, and I felt my anger spike at Ron.

I kicked Ron from under the table, causing him to yelp. He sent me a glare and I glared right back. "Don't be so rude, Ronald," I snapped. Then I turned back to Ginny. "Good morning, Gin."

"Would you like to sit with Luna and me? It'd make sense to sit with us, since Malfoy's a Slytherin, yeah?" Ginny asked hopefully.

I could tell that she wanted me to come with. I couldn't just leave her and Luna alone as the hands of Slytherins. "Yeah," I agreed. "It makes sense."

Ron sent us an incredulous look. "Bullocks!"

Lavender gasped and slapped Ron's arm. "Ron, I love you, but I will not tolerate you using foul language while we eat! Apologize!"

I nearly laughed at the mortified look on Ron's face. Ron shook his head and tried to say something, but Lavender sent him a hard glare. Suddenly she whispered something to him, and his face turned beet red.

"I'm sorry, Gin," he muttered, trying to hide his red face by eating a spoonful of oatmeal.

"What was that, Ron?" Ginny asked.

"I'm...sorry," Ron said louder. "And I won't repeat myself again."

Everyone but Ron laughed. I got up from my seat and sent Harry and Ron apologetic smiles. Then Ginny and I walked to the Slytherin table together. I sat down between Ginny and Luna, feeling more at ease being next to them.

"Parkinson is still in the Hospital Wing. Harry told me that she's refusing to leave," Ginny said.

"Has Dumbledore said anything about it?" I asked.

"I'm visiting her after breakfast to get her to come out," Blaise replied, surprising me a bit.

He was such a quiet person around those he wasn't comfortable with. I couldn't help but to wonder how things were between him and Ginny. I glanced over them for a moment and noticed that they were relatively close to each other. Neither of them looked tense.

"How was your night with Malfoy?" Luna asked.

Theo, who was in a conversation with a few other Slytherins, suddenly focused his attention on me. His blue eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas day. "Yes, Minnie," he began, his voice teasing, "how was your night with Malfoy?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively with a goofy smile.

"Quit it," I laughed. "You look like a creep."

Theo gasped and placed his hand dramatically on his heart. "How could my gorgeous face ever look like a creep's? Luna, Darling, please tell Hermione that I'm not a creep."

"Well I would, but then I'd be lying," Luna giggled.

Ginny and I laughed softly at that, and Blaise looked at Luna in amusement. Theo pouted and crossed his arms. If only more Slytherins were as playful as Theo. Perhaps then I wouldn't detest most of them.

"What's so funny?" asked an all to familiar voice from behind me.

I jumped in surprise, and turned around to see Malfoy. He was wearing his uniform, with his tie loose and hair slightly tousled. Instead of looking like a disheveled mess, he looked...attractive.

"Nothing, mate. Do you think you and Mrs. Malfoy can start handing out timetables? I want to get mine before I leave to get Pansy," Blaise said smoothly, changing the topic.

Malfoy merely looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I nodded and got up from my seat. "Let's go then, Malfoy."

We walked over to Professor McGonagall, who had the timetables. The prefects had already given most of them out, which left Malfoy and I with the task of giving the timetables to those in our year.

"I don't get why they can't magically do this," Malfoy muttered. "This is just petty work for us to do."

"We can't rely on magic for everything, Malfoy."

After timetables were handed out, we returned to the Slytherin table. I still sat between Ginny and Luna but Draco sat directly across from me. We all began looking at our schedules, and to my misfortune, Malfoy was in almost all of my lessons. Parenting 101 seemed to be the only class I had with Ginny and Luna.

Breakfast was relatively peaceful, with Theo in charge of lighting up the mood. Quidditch was the main topic of conversation.

"Would our children be taught how to fly? After all, by the end of the year they'll be older than second years," Luna said.

There was a brief silence before Ginny said, "Whether they do or don't, I'll teach my son or daughter how to play quidditch."

"Well my child-" Theo paused to turn to Luna, "-our child will be better than yours."

Suddenly an argument broke out between Theo and Ginny over their non-existent children. Blaise seemed to be enjoying the argument. Every time Ginny made a witty remark, he smirked and his eyes shined with amusement.

"You both are severely wrong," Malfoy suddenly said. He took a sip of his juice before saying, "My son would be better than your children combined."

His remark surprised me. I still hadn't thought of Malfoy as a father figure to our child. What would he be like? Would he still be a prat? Or only a prat to me, but be kind to our son or daughter?

"Excuse you?" Ginny said with a challenging tone.

"Oh don't get me wrong, I'm sure yours will be exceptional. But let's face it- with mine and Granger's brains, not to mention my devilishly good look, our son would be incomparable. And he's bound to be a natural at quidditch," Malfoy said haughtily.

"He might be a she," Blaise pointed out.

"It's a he," Draco stated. His tone left no room for argument.

"What are your living quarters like?" I asked Ginny.

"It's much like a block of flats. We got to choose which flat, and the moment we chose, our names were engraved on a plaque by the door, next to the address. Inside is functional. There's a living room, two bedrooms, and a bathroom," Ginny replied.

We were walking to Parenting 101 together. We planned on walking with Harry and Ron, but Pansy was complaining to Harry about how she was going to sue Dumbledore, and Lavender was...well...being Lavender. After a mere few minutes with them, Ginny and I left without waiting for anyone else.

"Blaise and I actually talked," Ginny said quietly, as if she didn't want anyone but me to hear. "We made rules on our...relationship, if you'd like to call it that."

"Rules?"

Ginny nodded. "Yes. Rules and boundaries. We agreed that we'd act like husband and wife for our faux child. We even got on the topic of names for a moment. He wants an Italian name," she said softly. "You should talk to Malfoy about these things. It could help."

I sighed and bit my lip. "Perhaps," I murmured.

We walked into the new classroom, which was near the dungeons. The room smelled of sweet flowers and had a warm glow. There walls were covered in tapestries and motivational posters. At the front of the room was a woman who looked to be in her thirties. She had high cheek bones and wide blue eyes. Her hair was the color of honey and it fell in loose waves to her hips. A smile was plastered on her face as Ginny and I walked into the room.

"Merlin," Ginny whispered. "She's gorgeous."

"She's the Anti-Snape," I whispered back, unable to tear my eyes from the smiling woman.

"Hello! I'm Professor McMiggins. Please take a seat with your partners." She had an American accent and a soft tone to her voice.

Ginny and I sat by the front of the room, leaving two empty seats beside us. As more people piled into the room, I saw that many students stared at Professor McMiggins in awe. Malfoy and Blaise arrived with Luna and Theo. I kept staring at the door, waiting for Harry and Ron.

"No! I'm not stepping foot into that room!" came a shriek by the door.

Pansy.

"Just get in the classroom, Pansy," I heard Harry say. "You're being a brat."

"I am not being a brat!"

Ron and Lavender suddenly rushed into the room. They sat beside Luna and Theo, behind the rest of us. "Parkinson is mad," Ron huffed, his face slightly red. "She scratched my face!" He turned his head to the side to show three scratch marks on his jaw.

"Well what did you do?" Ginny asked accusingly.

Ron gaped at his sister, but it was Lavender who replied. "He called her dramatic for feinting yesterday," Lavender said. "He's not wrong, but..." She turned to Ron and shook her head. "You never say something like that to a mad woman."

Everyone's attention was suddenly turned to the door again, when Harry came into the room with Pansy in tow. His arm was wrapped around her waist while she was screeching and scratching his arm like a feral cat.

Harry dragged her to the two empty seats behind Ron and Lavender. His face was flushed, and his arm was covered in scratch marks. I grimaced at the sight of them and suppressed a shudder.

"Ahem," Professor McMiggins awkwardly coughed out. "You must be Mr. Potter. Professor Snape has told me quite a bit about you."

Professor McMiggins was a lively person. There were crinkles by her eyes from smiling so much, and she was always on her feet. She wasted no time in explaining what will happen during the course of the year.

"After today, every female in this room with be 'pregnant,'" Professor McMiggins said. "Three weeks from today, all of you will be parents. Your children will age a year every three weeks, and will live in your quarters with you. During the day when you all are at classes, your children will be in a Hospital Wing, where a day care will be set up. They will be taken care of by Madam Pomfrey and house elves. Once they are four years old, they will be sent to me to be educated like normal children."

I couldn't stop myself from raising my hand.

"Yes, Miss. Granger?"

"Will they be witches and wizards as well?" I asked.

"Excellent question!" McMiggins praised. "The children will develop magical capabilities, and it will be all of your responsibilities to keep them from acting up. They will show a substantial amount of interest in magic, and must be raised to learn to control it.

"A store has been set up in Hogsmeade. In that store, there will be all the necessities you need to raise your children. Cribs, clothing, etcetera. Here is the catch- the store only accepts this." Professor McMiggins raised a rectangular slip of paper in the air. It was green and had pictures on it, but the pictures did not move. There was a number in each corner of the paper. "Does anyone know what it is?"

Before I could raise my hand, Malfoy answered. "American muggle currency."

"Correct, but this one has been modified." She showed us one side of the paper and on it was Dumbledore's face. "You all will now be paid based on your school performance. Just like how you would be paid for working. Every three weeks, each of you will receive payment for your studies and be allowed a trip to Hogsmeade. There, you will be able to buy new necessities for your children."

For the rest of class, she went on telling us about the pregnancy. I was almost glad to leave class, actually. I felt sick from the thought of going through labor pains.

When we were dismissed from class, I was reluctant to leave. But Malfoy grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the dungeons.

"Hurry up, Sweetheart," he drawled with an eye roll. "We have to go make a baby."

A/N Thank you guys for all of the votes on baby names. For all of you who haven't voted yet- WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? The polls are still up and will stay up until the 'children' are born.

Thank you for all of the support! Sorry for any mistakes. Especially if I switched from past to present tense.

What did you think about Hermione's perspective?

Thanks again!

~KittyKat