If This Were A Normal Day...

Chapter 13
The Shit Hits The Fan

Hermione still couldn’t bring herself to get up off the floor. She was in utter shock. Though Draco didn’t seem angry, it was very hard to gage his opinion on the subject.

Was it good? Bad? Indifferent?

She seriously thought about skipping classes. She was afraid to speak to him in case he was angry, but then on the other hand, she felt terrible embarrassed about how she was trying desperately to keep it a secret only to find out he knew all along.

She wiped her mouth and brushed her teeth. Even the mint flavor of the tooth paste was enough to turn her stomach.

“How am I ever going to eat?” she thought to herself.

She looked at herself in the full sized mirror, turning to the side to appraise her form. Her tummy was still firm and flat. She rubbed it softly.

“Umm.....hi in there.” she said, talking to it. “I....um...well, I guess I’m your Mummy.”

“You know, they can’t hear you until like, the third month.” a voice came from the door way.

She jumped and spun around to find Draco smirking at her. He walked over and slipped his arms around her waist. She lay her head on his shoulder and sighed.

He was still smirking at her.

“I got worried about you.“ he said, rubbing her back. He took a deep breath and sighed.

“You know, it really is going to be ok..”

“You mean you’re not angry?” she whispered.

“Well,” he said “I’m not going to lie. I’m slightly irritated that you felt like you could talk to Ginny about it and not me, but angry? Never.”

He kissed her forehead.

“So, how did you find out?” she asked.

“I’m not a complete moron, Hermione.” he said, giving her a little smile. “I may not be able to write you a manual, but I can recognize the basic signs of a pregnant woman.”

“Come on,” he smiled at her. “You’re going to be late for class.”

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She had Transfiguration first. She breezed through it due to the fact that it came easily to her. Ancient Runes was a bit more tough because she kept either falling asleep or jumping and running to the bathroom to hurl.

Before she knew it, she was heading down toward Hagrid’s cabin for Care of Magical Creatures.

She spotted Draco and he smiled. She walked over and stood beside him, wrapping her arm around him.

She noticed the glares she was getting from Harry and Ron. They began to whisper to each other, never letting their eyes leave Hermione.

She felt a chill run down her spine. Draco noticed too and looked down at her, then up at Harry and Ron.

“Got a problem Potter?” he asked with an eyebrow raised.

Harry was just getting ready to reply when Hagrid burst in, announcing his lesson for the day.

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After watching all the other girls, coo and sigh over the unicorns Hagrid had supplied, he finally declared class dismissed.

Draco and Hermione were on their way to Potions when Hermione doubled over and began to throw up again.

“Are you sure you’re alright enough to go to class?” Draco asked.

“I don’t know.” she said, wiping her mouth. “But Snape will never let me out of class.”

“Why don’t you go back up to the common room and rest? Class isn’t going to do you any good if you’re puking your brains out. I‘ll talk to him, okay?”

She had to admit curling up in their soft bed sounded a lot more appealing than sitting in a cold, dank dungeon.

“Alright.” she replied, giving him a quick kiss and heading in the direction of the common room.

She stepped inside and looked around.

“Maybe I’ll have a soak before laying down.” she thought. “That always seems to relax me.”

She walked into the bathroom and turned on the tap. The warm, bubbly water began to swirl into the large sunken tub. She opened a bottle of bubble bath, but the scent only seemed to make her nausea worse. She recapped it and set it aside.

She shed her clothing and sunk down into the water. It was an immediate relief. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, propping her feet up on the edge of the tub. She was actually almost asleep, when she heard someone enter the common room. She automatically assumed it was Draco and slowly got out of the tub and dried quickly, then threw the towel to the side.

The bathroom door opened.

“Hermione?” Ron asked.

She was startled and took a step back, covering her body with her hands..

Ron’s brow furrowed at the obvious fear on her face, before noticing she was nude and blushing furiously.

Hermione caught the look on his face and in a sudden burst of anger and bravery, removed her hands, taking obvious pleasure in his discomfort.

“Can I....umm......talk to you?” he asked, not daring to look up at Hermione.

“What do you want?” she asked, with an eyebrow raised. Ron still refused to look at her. “Aw whats the matter Ron?” she cooed sarcastically. “Am I not as pretty as you used to think I was?”

This time, he looked up.

“No, actually, I’m just trying desperately to restrain myself from hurting you again so I think it may be wise for you to dress immediately.” he replied, never taking his eyes off her.

Hermione’s eyes traveled down and noticed the large budge in his pants.

She quickly grabbed her school top and skirt off the floor and slipped them on. The clothes clung to her damp body.

“Anyway......I....um....well, I heard from Ginny.....well actually Ginny told Harry and Harry told me...but anyway....”

“Yea, yea,” Hermione said impatiently. “Get to the point.”

He looked at the floor. His cheeks were flushed red and his ears were glowing.

“I was just wondering....well...um....is it mine?” he looked up at her with a sad look in his eyes, but it also masked a glimmer of hopefulness.

“Well, Ron.” Hermione began, getting angrier and angrier by the second. “Obviously you didn’t get all the information. I told Ginny that it wasn’t your baby due to the fact that I was sick before you decided to VIOLATE ME!” she spat. “And secondly, if I ever had even an inkling that this baby was yours...” she took a step closer to him and said in an enraged whisper “I would take a metal coat hanger and rip it out because the thought of ever having you inside me in any form makes me want to DIE!”

Ron’s face was livid.

He grabbed Hermione and slammed her up against the bathroom wall, pinning her hands over her head with one hand, while pushing her skirt up around her hips with the other.

“Tell me you didn’t like.” he whispered in her ear.

His hand was massaging the outside of her bare upper thigh. Hermione was trying to look brave, but the sobs silently shaking her body was giving her away.

“No, you fucking bastard. I‘m completely repulsed by even the sight of you!” she hissed through clenched teeth.

“Aww, come on..” he purred at her. “Not even a little?”

His hand was slowly trailing to the inside of her thigh, when an angry voice cut in.

“Weasley!” the voice roared. “I think you need to get your god damned filthy hands off of her now!”

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Draco stood there, looking positively rabid.

Ron jumped back, letting Hermione drop down onto the hard tile. He looked terrified.

“Malfoy!” he cried in surprise. “I was.....just....um....I was....”

“I can clearly see what you were doing!” he spat.

The tears in Hermione’s eyes were over flowing onto her cheeks. She cowered on the floor, with her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped safely around them. She was rocking back and forth.

Draco grabbed Ron by the front of the robes.

“It would be wise for you to get your ass out of this bathroom and find a VERY good hiding spot.”

Ron jumped from Draco’s grasp and walked quickly from the bathroom and out the common room door.

Draco turned back to Hermione.

“I want to know whats going on. NOW!” he screamed.

She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut in.

“No, no, no.” he said, holding up his hand. “I want the truth. No more lies. What the fuck was he doing, Hermione?” Draco cried.

Hermione’s body was shaking violently, her eyes on her knees.

Draco slid down to the floor and tipped her chin up to look in her eyes.

“You can tell me, its okay.” he said softly.

She closed her eyes, tears still slipping through.

“I...” she opened her mouth to speak, but a large lump in her throat prevented it.

“Its ok..” he whispered.

She slowly, but surely let the story out, Ron’s actions, Harry’s warning. Draco’s face growing angrier with every word.

When she was finished, Draco rose slowly from the floor and headed toward the common room door.

Hermione shot up and grabbed him by the sleeve of his robes.

“Please!” she cried. “Just let it go.”

“Let it go?” he screamed. “LET IT GO?! I can’t believe after all they’ve done to you, you’re STILL defending them!”

He took a step closer to her.

“You know,” he hissed venomously “maybe Weasley was right. Maybe you did enjoy it.”

Hermione’s hand shot up and smacked Draco hard across the cheek.

He stood there glaring at her.

Hermione covered her mouth with her hand.

“I’m so sorry!” she cried, tears once again spilling down her cheeks. “I just don’t want you to get in trouble. Ron’s not worth it. I need you.”

Draco turned away and took another step toward the door.

“The baby needs you.” she called to him.

He stopped for a moment and turned around.

“I really think its best if you sleep in your own room tonight.” he replied, taking a deep breath.

She sank to the floor, shaking and weeping as Draco left the common room.

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Draco stormed down the hall, searching wildly for the first sign of red hair or a big, ugly scar. He periodically grabbed random students, demanding to know if they had seen Potter or Weasley. They all shook their heads, looking terrified.

Then out of the corner of his eye, a swish of vivid red hair caught his eye. His hand immediately snapped out, only to realize he had caught Ginny.

“Draco!” she called in surprise. “What are yo-” She stopped mid-sentence, realizing he must finally know.

“Oh no..” she said, nervously.

“Where is he” was all Draco said.

“They’re heading to Gryffindor Tower.” she said, swallowing hard.

He released her and started to walk away, but turned and spoke.

“You knew all this time?” he asked angrily. “Did everyone know but me?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but he turned and headed toward Gryffindor Tower.

He could hear Ginny behind him, sprinting to keep up.

Harry and Ron were preparing to climb the staircase when Draco grabbed hold of them both by the robes, slamming them up against a nearby wall.

Draco leaned in and glared at Ron.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?!” he screamed.

He turned to Harry.

“And you! You’re supposed to be her friend! You had such a problem with me dating her, but this asshole can come along and rape her and you’re all for it!”

Ginny grabbed hold of Draco’s arm, trying to dislodge it from Ron.

“Draco, don’t do this!” she said, trying hard to remain calm. “I know he deserves it, but please, for Hermione’s sake, don’t do it.”

Draco breathed deeply. He released both boys robes and turned away.

He felt Ron smirk slightly behind his back. In one sudden movement, Draco whipped around and punched Ron in the face with all his strength. He felt Ron’s nose smash like a rotten tomato under his fist. Blood was gushing everywhere. He could see Harry desperately wanted to help his friend, but was too afraid to move.

He turned and walked away, Ginny following behind him.

Draco was outside the common room before realizing Ginny had disappeared.

He stepped into the common room, taking note of Hermione’s absence.

“She must be in her room.” he thought, before entering his room and closing the door.