The next few days for Hermione, as well as for many other female students, was brutal. Nausea plagued throughout the faux-impregnated students. Draco almost felt bad for Hermione. Almost. He figured that the witch needed a bit of suffering to compensate for the headaches she and the rest of the Golden Trio gave him over the years.

"This is awful," Ginny moaned as she began to eat. "I feel like I'm showing already. Am I showing?" The red haired witch stared at her flat stomach and squinted.

"You're still thin, Love," Blaise commented.

Hermione nodded, but she moved her hand to her stomach, wondering the same as Ginny. Though when she felt an elbow jab her side, her hand fell. Hermione looked at Draco, who was eating his porridge with an innocent look.

"You're still skinny too, Granger," he muttered so only she could hear.

For a moment, Hermione thought that Draco was being nice for once. But as she reached for a piece of buttered toast, she immediately knew she thought wrong.

"Keep eating like that though and you'll show soon enough."

Hermione elbowed Draco's side and glared at him. He sent her a smirk in return and winked.

"Only kidding, of course."

She took a bite of the toast and chewed slowly, wondering what Draco's next comment would be. To her surprise, he didn't speak.

"So what do you think, 'Mione?"

Hermione looked at Ginny, confused as to what she was talking about. "Sorry, what did you say?" Hermione asked sheepishly.

"McMiggins moved the Hogsmeade trip to next week so we can shop before the babies come. Would you like to come with Luna and me to shop?" Ginny asked.

"She can't."

Everyone looked at Draco.

"We have to start planning the Halloween Ball already."

Hermione silently cursed and sighed. She had forgotten about the ball. "Right. Sorry Gin."

"So who will do the shopping then?" Luna questioned. "One of you has to shop or else you'll have to wait for the next Hogsmeade trip."

"Yeah, Malfoy. Just work on the planning this weekend," Ginny said.

Draco shrugged, but Hermione took it as an okay. She shrugged as well and for the rest of breakfast, neither of them acknowledged each other. The past few days had been awkward for the two. Ever since their close interaction in potions, Hermione tried to avoid Draco and Draco did the same.

But it was now Friday, meaning they had no choice but to confront each other over the weekend. During classes, they didn't speak. Hermione spoke with Harry and Ron like she always did in the past to avoid Draco.

"Pansy is awful," Harry moaned. "She's like a child herself- always demanding and complaining."

Ron patted Harry's back in sympathy. "Well Lav has gone mad," Ron admitted. "She's been suggesting names. Hellbent on Cherry for a girl, she is." Ron shook his head. "You can't name a child Cherry! Especially if it ends up with red hair! I can't have my daughter facing that kind of humiliation."

Hermione couldn't help but to laugh. She shook her head at the thought. "Well what if you have a boy?"

"Ron Jr." Ron muttered. "Lavender claimed that it would only give her more 'Won-Wons'"

Harry and Hermione howled with laughter.

"Oh, mate," Harry began, "that might be worse than Pansy."

Then the two guys turn to Hermione to see what her problems with Draco were. Hermione flushed slightly and said, "Malfoy and I stay out of each other's business."

Harry frowned at that. "That's not good, 'Mione. Pans and I argue a lot but we still communicate. You and Malfoy should talk."

Hermione thought about her discussion with Ginny a few days ago. Ginny had said the same thing. And talking must have helped Blaise and Ginny because they were already comfortable around each other.

"I'll talk to him tonight," Hermione said.

Hermione and Draco sat in their common room, working on homework. Parchments were sprawled everywhere, and the room was quiet except for the sound of quills scribbling. A few times Hermione stopped to look at Draco, and he stopped to look back. But after a few seconds, they resumed working in silence.

"Is this what being married to you would be like?" Draco suddenly asked. He raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly. "The school-girl glances and awkward silences."

Hermiome blushed. "No Malfoy."

"I hope not. Our son doesn't need a daft mother," Draco said.

"What if we have a girl?" Hermione asked. She was intrigued in what his answer would be.

Draco scoffed and placed his quill down. "Malfoys always have sons first."

"I'm not a Malfoy," Hermione pointed out.

"Well obviously," Draco muttered. He looked at Hermione from head to toe then clicked his tongue. "Malfoys tend to be a bit more..." Draco waved his hand in the air. "Attractive."

He was lying. Not about Malfoys being attractive, but implying that Hermione did not meet their standards. Draco remembered how she looked in Roar and the memory of her that night flooded his mind.

She had gotten high then began dancing with Theo. Draco remembered how annoyed he was at Theo for holding Hermione in his arms. That was when he did something that was questionable to say the least-

Draco casted a spell on Hermione that gave her a fever for a few hours. The moment Hermione passed out, the Weaslette took her home and away from Nott. He had lied and said Hermione's blood purity was the issue. But only he knew the truth.

"Excuse you," Hermione gasped. She took a piece of parchment and crumbled it up before throwing it at his face.

Draco gaped at the witch, appalled that she had the nerve to throw a mere paper at him. He threw the ball of parchment back at her, and it hit her forehead.

Suddenly they were thrown into a fight. Parchment was sent flying everywhere. Hermione and Draco were on their feet, ducking and dodging the other's attacks. But when parchment became too bland, Hermione threw one of the pillows on the loveseat at Draco.

A pillow fight arose from the attack. They were both laughing as they acted like children. Their hearts raced with every breath they took. Their robes had been discarded somewhere on the floor. Draco had a real smile on his face and Hermione's face was slightly flushed.

Draco took a pillow and was prepared to wack Hermione's side with it, until he tripped on one of the robes and fell. Hermione doubled over laughing as the great Draco Malfoy fell with nonexistent grace. The Slytherin Prince glared playfully at her then reached out to grab Hermione's ankle. He pulled roughly, sending her on her arse.

"Malfoy!" Hermione pouted.

"It's your fault for laughing at me."

"Well maybe you shouldn't have fallen!"

"I can't believe you laughed at an injured student."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "My dearest apologies," she drawled sarcastically.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Was that sarcasm?"

"Of course not. I, a mere muddleborn, would never be sarcastic towards a well mannered pureblood such as yourself," Hermione said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I humbly apologize for giving you that impression."

A lazy smile crossed Draco's features and he laid on his side with one arm propping up his torso. "Well since you apologized..."

"You're such prat, Malfoy."

"A devilishly good looking prat."

Hermione snorted. "You're decent at best," she lied.

"Don't lie to yourself Granger. We all know you're attracted to me," Draco said cockily. "It's pretty hard not to be."

"Your ego deluges your judgement. Trust me- there's nothing to be attracted to," Hermione denied hotly. She stuck her chin out and held her head high. "I've seen far better in Knockturn Alley."

In an instant, Draco was above Hermione. His arms supported his weight as he stared down from above her small frame. Hermione's eyes widened and her lips parted in a silent gasp. Draco leaned down slightly to brush his nose against her.

"Liar," he whispered.

Hermione's breath caught in her throat and all comprehensive thoughts escaped her mind. Draco was staring down at her with burning grey eyes. The light from the nearby fireplace caused his features to become more intense.

"W-what are you doing?" Hermione stuttered. Her honey eyes were wide and dialated.

Draco continued to look down at the beautiful witch underneath him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest- a feeling he never got from being near a girl before. There was a constriction against his slacks and Draco held back a groan as the tent in his slacks grew.

Draco got off of Hermione and stood up with his back towards her. "I'm taking a break. We can discuss Halloween Ball plans later tonight or tomorrow." Then he strode over to the portrait door and left, wanting to escape Hermione.

The witch merely stared after him as he left, confusion etched on her face. "What the bloody hell just happened?"

"So he just left?" Ginny asked will a bewildered look. "Malfoy must be dense."

Hermione sighed. "He is such a moody person, Gin."

"Perhaps he fancies you."

Laughter bubbled from Hermione, filling Ginny and Blaise's bedroom. "You're joking, right?" Hermione laughed harder. "Malfoy fancying me?"

"Well it sounds like he does! And it sounds like you might fancy him too," Ginny said stubbornly. "And don't think I didn't see the looks you sent him during classes this week!"

Embarrassment washed over Hermione. "I did not send him looks," she scoffed.

"Oh don't get your knickers in a twist with your lies," Ginny brushed off. She waved her hands in the air, making weird gestures. "Malfoy gives you looks when you aren't paying attention too. Honestly it's like watching a bunch of five year olds with crushes."

Hermione huffed and crossed her arms. She fidgeted from her spot on the bed and tried to change the subject. "I thought you and Blaise were sleeping in separate rooms until the baby came."

Ginny's focus changed onto her relationship with the Italian. "We were- at first. But I figured that if we start sharing a room now, it wouldn't be a big adjustment for when the baby comes."

"Already though? You've known each other for less than a week."

"But it doesn't feel that way," Ginny explained. "We talk to each other a lot. We just have a connection. And Blaise...I trust him enough to know he wouldn't hurt me."

Hermione couldn't stop the envy that ate at her. She plastered a smile on her face and gave Ginny a short hug. "That's great, Ginny."

"Have you talked to Malfoy yet?"

"No..."

"Good." Ginny suddenly got off her bed and walked to the trunk near the window. She rummaged through the trunk for a moment before pulling out a single sheet of paper.

"Mum told me about this muggle who believed that these questions could make you fall in love with a person," Ginny said, handing the paper to Hermione.

Hermione took the paper and scanned over it with a skeptical look. "You don't believe this, do you?"

"Try it with Malfoy. Maybe it'll help."

"Well I don't want to fall in love with him!"

"Why not?" Ginny whined. "You two are such a good pair! Just try it, 'Mione. Take a risk for once."

Hermione sighed and ran her hand through her hair. Take a risk for once.

A/N Hi! Thanks for reading and I apologize for mistakes. I'm still using my phone. Thank you to everyone who has voted on the polls, reviewed, followed, and favorited.

I hope you liked the chapter!

~KittyKat