Repercussions

“Women! Either they love you or they hate you. It’s a lose-lose situation,” Draco mumbled into his glass of fire whiskey and cola, while the squat little wizard beside him grunted his agreement.

“I mean the ones that love you, those are the ones you gotta watch out for, really. They’re always there, always watching, waiting for you to screw up so they can try to make you feel bad about it. You can’t trust them. Or maybe it’s just women in general that can’t be trusted.” Draco contemplated his own tipsy thoughts while the short little man he was spilling himself to pounded the bar for another round. He didn’t know the man, but something about him was vaguely familiar. He had a long grey beard and vivid blue eyes that seemed to see right through Draco’s grey ones. He liked the little wizard though, he didn’t say much and had an appetite for expensive liquor early in the afternoon, and that was all Draco needed to know about him. As the Three Broomsticks was nearly empty it wasn’t like he had much choice in company, and by the time more people started showing up, he wouldn’t be in any fit state to entertain at the rate they were going.

“See there’s this one girl, Pansy. Pansy, what a dumb name…”he said, trailing off for a minute before catching his train of thought again.

“Well anyways, I swear she would lick the dirty ground I walked on if I asked her to. It’s pathetic really. It’s not like she’s that bad looking either, just annoying as all hell. She’s so clingy and naggy and always hanging on me when I show even the slightest amount of interest in her. The point is though that she would do anything for me, like anything, and I couldn’t care less. Ever since screwing this other girl I can’t even think about Pansy without getting turned off. And this other girl, man, she’s a right piece of work herself. Doesn’t appreciate anything, and I’ll be damned if she ever did anything I said. Even if it was ‘Put out the fire’ and her bloody hair was in flames, she’d rather go up in smoke than listen to me.”

Draco had a brief vision of a smoldering Hermione standing in front of him with her arms crossed and nose in the air, telling him that a little fire was good for the scalp, before downing the rest of his drink in one gulp. He emerged from his glass with a lopsided grin on his face, which his newfound drinking buddy reciprocated. They each grabbed the small shot glasses that had just been delivered by the curvy waitress, raised them in a toast, and easily kicked them back, hardly grimacing as the amber liquid burned its way down their throats.

“So what’s the problem? It’s not a sin to fancy someone who isn’t a boring old maid you know.” Draco was taken aback by the man actually saying something, and had to think for a moment, as he wasn’t prepared to explain himself.

“Err… it wouldn’t be a problem if she would realize what a catch I am… and I might have said some things and left her bawling her eyes out during our last encounter. That and the fact that I would be murdered the second my family found out, only slightly complicates the situation.”

“Ah yes, family. They do have a way of complicating things. Still, sometimes it’s best to do it your own way. At least when it’s over you can take all the credit. Even if things take a turn for the worse, there still isn’t any regrets because you followed your heart.”

“Easy for you to say, you won’t end up six feet under by following your heart.”

“Yes, that is true. However, I do know what I am talking about. You see, recently I had made amends with a close relative that I had formerly pretended did not exist. I was jealous of him, my older brother, he excelled in everything and ran off to save the world but left me behind. I didn’t have the talent he did, and I resented him for it. Years and years were wasted with my ignoring him; not even acknowledging his presence when we were in the same room together. Finally I was able to swallow my pride and apologize, just in the knick of time too. He died, but imagine how I would have felt, had I not talked to him.”

Draco sat in deep thought after the man had finished his short speech, reeling the words over and over in his head.

“Yeah…” he replied after a few minutes silence, thinking of Hermione. Any day the dark Lord could show his ugly face, what if he didn’t get a chance to tell her the truth before then?

“You know, by the time we made up, I couldn’t even remember why we were ever fighting. Why are you and your girly friend in a tiff?”

“That’s not really any of your business,” Draco said coldly, suddenly put on the defensive. He felt bad enough about what he had said, he didn’t need reminding of it by some crazy old man in a bar. He was here to drink and forget about the look on her face when he had called her that name, not to talk about it.

To Draco’s disbelief, the little wizard just chuckled softly, a mysterious glint in his eyes.

“I thought you’d say that. So let us just pretend for a moment that it is my business and I’ll ask you again. Why are you and the unnamed witch fighting?”

Draco didn’t know whether or not to go along with it and answer, or be offended that the man thought he could be controlled so easily. Somehow, he couldn’t be mad though. The man spoke in such a calm way, and his words were so well chosen, Draco couldn’t help but to be impressed by him. He decided it couldn’t hurt to tell him. It wasn’t like talking to one of his friends; he would probably never see the man again.

“Well we were finally getting along, really getting along… I thought so anyways. Then I catch her spouting a load of dung about me to one of her friends, so obviously I had to say things back to her. I couldn’t just sit back and let her insult me like that.”

“So, you got in the final word, you should feel very happy with yourself. However, the fact that you are now sitting in a bar telling this to a complete stranger suggest otherwise. Perhaps you feel that you might have gone slightly overboard with your retort?”

“Maybe a little, she was just as harsh though. And at least I had a reason for saying what I did, she did it completely unprovoked.”

“Completely unprovoked? She wouldn’t have any reason whatsoever to say things about you that were less than friendly?”

“No! Well… It’s complicated, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Why don’t you tell me and I will gauge my own understanding.”

Draco almost shot back at him, but decided against it. Instead he made use of his open mouth by taking another drink, while thinking about how to respond.

“We haven’t exactly been close these past years. Actually, you could say we were mortal enemies and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration. I might have done some things that her and her friends didn’t agree with, but they don’t understand at all. It’s not like they’re so perfect. I think she was starting to come around though, before she had to go and ruin it all.”

“Perhaps she was only speaking those harsh words to hide her true feelings from her friends, in much of the same way that you said things to hide your true feelings from her,” the man said with a small and knowing smile. Draco’s brain was working overtime to process all of the advice. A few minutes of quiet passed before the older man spoke again.

“When they say that it’s never too late, they’re wrong. If I’d have waited it would have been too late, so let this be a lesson to you. Just swallow your pride and tell her how you feel, one of you has got to. Why wait until she gets around to it? Women can be very stubborn beings.”

“Ha ha, well I’ll drink to that.” Draco let out a genuine smile at the knowledgeable wizard, and they each kicked back a shot. This left them with a bar littered with empty glasses.

Once his most recent drink had settled in his stomach, creating a contented warmth that seemed to spread to the tips of his toes, one thought pushed to the front of mind: what to order next. His little wizard friend had the answer. He nudged Draco on the shoulder and pointed to the bucket-sized mug idolized on top of a crystal shelf that was placed high above the many bottles of glittering alcohol.

“The Beast,” they said in unison, gawking at the giant gleaming mug.

“You couldn’t handle it old man,” Draco smirked at him.

“Child’s play. Two of them there m’ dear,” he replied, waving to Madam Rosmerta. She gave them a quizzical look, possibly pondering whether or not she was ready to deal with two men under the influence of the Beast. She glanced over her otherwise empty bar, and decided the place could do with a little livening up, even if it was barely three in the afternoon.

The men watched as she filled two of the mugs with just about every kind of liquor in sight, and topped them off with a brightly colored paper umbrella apiece.

“‘Here’s to drinking ourselves silly,” said the bearded wizard, raising his glass a few inches off the bar with some difficulty because of its weight. Draco did the same, surprised with the toast, as he was expecting more wise words. Their mugs clanged together in a merry sort of jingle, and Draco took a long drink from his.

Three seconds later he was coughing and sputtering, having seriously underestimated the potency of the Beast. The old man roared with laughter and patted him on the back, as if Draco’s ego could take any more of a beating. There were tears in his twinkling blue eyes, and he didn’t seem to be phased one bit by the look of death Draco was shooting him once he had recovered himself.

“Watch and learn m’ dear boy.” And Draco watched in awe and astonishment as the frail looking old wizard finished his entire drink in one long drawn out gulp. He sat the empty glass back down on the bar, smacking his lips together.

“Little bit of a kick to it, don’t you agree?” he said airily, grinning at the look of shock on Draco’s pale face.

“I must say I have thoroughly enjoyed our talk, Mr. Malfoy, but I have to be getting back to work. The misfits of the wizarding world won’t intoxicate themselves. I have total confidence that you will do the right thing. My brother had confidence in you as well, or he would not have had to order Mr. Snape to fulfill your mission. You have a good heart, don’t let the bad people in your life convince you otherwise.”

“What? How did you- your brother? Snape? WHAT!?“

“So many questions, so little time. Be patient my young friend, I’m sure our paths will cross again,” he said soothingly, while Draco sat too stunned to formulate a comprehensible sentence, only managing to make a few strangled squeaks. The old man got up from his stool and threw his cloak on, pulling out a few large gold coins from the pocket. Madam Rosmerta quickly ran over to him when she saw him get up to leave.

“Please, Mr. Dumbledore, you know your money is no good here.”

“Call me Abe, and you are too generous. Do stop by the Hog’s Head sometime so I can repay you for your hospitality.”

The door slammed shut behind him from the force of the wind, leaving Draco alone at the bar, more confused and overwhelmed than he had felt all day. He wanted to run after the man and force some answers out of him, but the alcohol in his stomach seemed to be acting like a lead weight, prohibiting him from leaving his seat.

So Dumbledore had told Snape to do it for him… So Snape was a good guy… maybe? Dumbledore had a brother!? It was all too much to take.. and Hermione… He still couldn’t get the image of her tear-strewn face out of his head. The way she looked up at him with a mixture of hurt, anger, and something else… disappointment? He knew he was going to have to talk to her.

This was not how Draco had planned his day of drunken oblivion going. The large glass of alcohol in front of him seemed like a meager conciliation prize for his having his head opened up and examined. Being told by a strange old man that he had been in the wrong. Sure Draco already knew that deep down, but it was much easier believing he had simply gotten his well deserved justice, and he probably could have overthrown his tiny bit of conscience if it weren’t for the old man spouting saintly advice.

He wasn’t just any old man though, he was Dumbledore’s brother. Since when did Dumbledore have a brother!? And Snape… If Dumbledore had told him to kill him, didn’t that put him on the side of the Order? But Voldemort had wanted Dumbledore dead as well, so maybe it was just a lucky coincidence that they had ordered him to do the same thing. Snape had allowed Draco to be locked up in a cell all summer long, so he couldn’t be that good… Unless he thought he was a full supporter of the Dark Lord, then he would have wanted Draco locked up. Or he could have wanted him locked up for failing his mission. There were too many ways to look at the same situation, and it was making Draco’s head throb.

Thank God for the Beast.

Two hours later Draco was feeling much better. The Three Broomsticks was starting to fill up, and he had taken it upon himself to catch the newcomers up to his level of intoxication. After the fifth round of shots he purchased for the entire crowd, Madam Rosmerta had kissed him on the cheek, and dubbed him her new favorite customer, making the heat rise in his face.

The last sip of the Beast seemed to take away his circular thoughts of Dumbledore, Snape and Hermione. Although the feisty brunette was still on his mind, he wasn’t so much worried about talking to her, as he was looking forward to it. He now had a colorful fantasy of her apologizing to him and then making up for calling him a Death Eater in a very intimate way. How stupid he had been for being apprehensive about apologizing to her, there was nothing to worry about. She wasn’t that upset, why should she be? She had gotten over all the other times he had called her a mudblood, what made this time any different? So what if they had had a few tender moments only hours earlier, that should just make her keener to make up with him. It was no big deal… Her carrying his baby and not knowing it was a big deal, and this was nothing compared to that.

“How ‘bout another one of those purple thingers, you know, the icy ones… I’m hot. Ha ha, I’m hoootttt,” Draco slurred, leaning forward on the bar in what he thought was a very seductive gesture.

“Of course you are sweetie,” came the waitress’s sugary voice, filling a small glass with the brilliant purple liquor that was actually part freezing potion part pure alcohol, and handing it to him.

Draco kicked it back like it was a glass of water, and suddenly everything turned to pitch black.


*****


Hermione didn’t know how long she sat, curled up on the squashy armchair, trembling and hiccoughing from crying so hard. She’d never even gotten to third base, and now she was pregnant!? It wasn’t possible, she was a virgin for Christ’s sake!

She heard a soft popping noise, but she didn’t look up; she already knew the source. Another pregnancy test had appeared on the table. They had been showing up every time she doubted her condition. There were every single kind of test imaginable: one that took a drop of blood, one that used hair, another that used spit, one that even tested her earwax, but they all had the same answer.

‘Positive! You’re pregnant! Make way for baby! Better learn a good elasticity charm! Baby on board! Positive, positive, positive, positive…. Do I need to spell it out for you? P-O-S-I-T-I-V-E! ’

The minutes ticked by as she cried to herself, and ran a hand over her slightly rounded stomach every now and then. She couldn’t picture a being inside of her, she just felt fat. It was all so surreal. She prided herself on being logical and sensible, but there was no way she could make sense of her situation. Sure she wasn’t exactly a sex expert, but she knew enough to know that sitting in the library and studying for hours on end didn’t make babies. They didn’t come from kissing, or hugging, or helping boys with their homework, which was as far as Hermione had ever gotten until recently. The only explanation she could come up with was that someone had magically inseminated her. She had never heard of that being possible, but if it was, she was sure it could be found in a book. Luckily, it wasn’t called the Room of Requirement for nothing, so if there was such a book, she was in the right place.

She blew her nose and took a deep breath to try and calm down a little. On shaking knees she then walked to the shelves along the walls of the room. There were books of every shape and size, and if she weren’t so distraught and confused she would have actually been intrigued. The first thing that caught her eye was a large yellow book with sparkling gold trim. She carefully picked it up, turned over the heavy cover, and soft lullaby filled the room. The sound made Hermione jump out of her skin and the book fell to the floor with a loud thud. The sweet sounding music ended, leaving the room in silence aside from Hermione’s staggered breathing.

She left the book where it was, as the music was not at all pleasant to her ears at the moment. She went for a much plainer looker volume next. Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Pregnancy. Well, that seemed fitting. She flipped over the cover and started on the first page.

‘The first signs of pregnancy can vary from woman to woman, but usually consist of one or more of the following: Nausea, also known as ‘morning sickness,’ breast tenderness, increased appetite, increased frequency of urination, and the most obvious, missed menstrual cycle.’

Interesting, but not what she was looking for. She flipped over a few more pages until she found an article that appeared promising.

‘A pregnancy occurs when the female oocyte is joined by the male sperm in a process referred to as fertilization or conception. Fertilization occurs through the act of sexual intercourse, in which a man ejaculates into a woman’s vagina and releases his semen. No spell can replace this act, although fertility potions can be used to increase the chance of conception to over 99%. These potions should be taken only if necessary, as they also increase the probability of multiple births…’

So her only logical explanation was not possible. She was a virgin though, there had to be something she was overlooking. Maybe the whole thing was just someone’s idea of a sick joke. It was the only other thing that made sense, but if it was true, someone had gone seriously too far. Just like at Halloween, when Malfoy had made her think he had been attacked….

‘Malfoy!’

He knew how to use the Room of Requirement. He had spent so much time in it the past year that he probably knew it better than anyone. He probably knew how to make it show what he wanted it to show, even when she was the one entering it. Plus, he lived in her dormitory, so he could have slipped her a nauseating potion somehow, which would explain the vomiting every morning. He could also have done some kind of engorgement charm on her stomach.

It all fit as a perfect explanation, but Hermione almost didn’t want to believe it. She had thought he had changed. They had spent such an intimate night together, and joked around so freely the next morning. It felt like a lifetime ago, but it was actually only hours earlier. She sniffled a little, and realized that she was crying again. Crying because she knew she could never forgive him for this, and that hurt more than anything else she had heard all day.

She blew her nose for the hundredth time, and wiped her eyes. She was going to find Malfoy and make him pay for what he had done. This was not funny in the slightest, and if he had been making her puke every morning, it was also possibly dangerous. She would take him to the headmistress and make him admit to what he had done, and then he would be expelled. She wouldn’t have to deal with him or his sick and twisted sense of humor ever again. That was what she had wanted since the first time they had met, but she didn’t feel as excited about the prospect as she thought she would be. She felt more at a loss than anything. She was not being unreasonable though, he deserved to be expelled. Hopefully she would be able to keep her anger in check so there would be enough left of the Slytherin bastard to take to the headmistress’ office to confess.

With that thought in mind, she cleaned herself up as best she could, and left the confunded ‘Come and Go’ room. She didn’t know what time it was, but there was bright sunlight streaming through the high windows, so she figured it was still the afternoon. She marched purposefully down towards her room, seething with the anger that was emerging now that she was getting over the ‘planted’ positive pregnancy tests. She was going to find Malfoy, and he was going to pay.

Fortunately for him, he was not in their common room, or anywhere else in the Head quarters. Even more fuming mad, Hermione set off for the dungeons. Draco Malfoy was not going to get away with what he had done.

At the end of a narrow stone corridor, she heard voices approaching. Not wanting to run into anyone, she ducked into a nearby bathroom and listened at the door.

“He likes her Pans. I know you don’t like to hear it, but it’s true. Let’s just go to Hogsmead and let him work it out on his own. I’ll but you a drink,” came a deep man’s voice.

“He can’t like her! He just isn’t thinking clearly since his father’s imprisonment. We love each other Blaise. I’ll prove it to you,” said a much higher and screechy sounding voice. Hermione now knew who was walking up the hallway: Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson.

“Whatever you say Pans. How about that drink?”

“No, I want to find him!”

“Err… he said he was going to Hogsmead too. We’ll meet him there.”


The voices faded away, but Hermione walked further into the bathroom to check the mirror and make sure she didn’t look too much of a mess incase she ran into anyone else. Her face was splotchy and tear-stained, and her eyes were puffy and red. She splashed cold water from the sink over herself, and saw that it did help a little. Her face dripping, she reached for a towel to dry off with from the basket of toiletries on the countertop. Her hand grazed a box of something when she replaced the towel… a box of tampons. And it was as if her world fell apart all over again. She hadn’t gotten her period since summer, over three months ago. She didn’t give it much thought before, but now it seemed like the missing piece of the puzzle. There was no way Malfoy could have messed with her cycle: regular body functions could not be affected with magic according to The Standard Book of Spells.” She had every sign of being pregnant, and if she had had sex, it would have been the first thought on her mind. The fact still stood though, that she was a virgin!

Being the logical woman that she was, even under all the strain of the day’s events, she decided she needed to double check a few things before she blew up at Malfoy. She left the dungeon bathroom, beyond tears or feelings, just needing some real answers.

A few minutes later, she was walking down the third floor corridor. She stopped outside the double doors to the infirmary, and peeked inside. It appeared empty, so she snuck over to the store cupboard, frantically searching for what she desired. She spotted it along the top shelf, tucked it under her robes, and fled from the infirmary with the proof she needed.

She was thankful to see that Malfoy wasn’t back from wherever he had gone off to yet, so she was able to enter their bathroom without confrontation. She pulled out the pregnancy test she had stolen from the hospital and read the directions. They were quite simple: Pee into the toilet, add the pregnancy detecting potion, and if it turned blue, she was pregnant. She did as it said, and added the contents of the bottle to the toilet.

Her heart sank as she watched the water turn blue. She fell back against the wall, and sank to the floor, overcome with emotion. She broke down in tears again, angry, sad, painful tears that shook her whole body. Questions coursed through her mind. What was going to happen to her? She never knew of any other Hogwarts student to get pregnant, would she be expelled? What would her parents think? She could abort it… no…even in her mind she knew couldn’t do that.

She continued to bawl to herself, with one thought still in the back of her mind.

‘She was a virgin!’



*****


“Guess who!” came a high-pitched singsong voice. It didn’t matter that there were now clammy hands covering his eyes, he would recognize that screech anywhere: Pansy.

“Ugh, not you. Sluts always flock to the free booze, I should’ve known better,” Draco mumbled, more to his glass than to anyone in particular.

“Humph,” Pansy growled, crossing her arms and pouting, making her close resemblance to a pug even more pronounced. She sat down on the stool next to him and scooted it closer, already over the fact that he was an asshole to her. It would make things so much less complicated if he could just like her back. Maybe if he got drunk enough he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between her and Granger.

“Can I get a cherry sherry over here!” she screeched across the bar, waving her hand in the air like she was swatting a bug away...

There wasn’t enough alcohol in the world.

“Looks like you got right down to business.”

“Blaisini!” Draco grinned, patting his best friend on the back and thanking Merlin he wasn’t stuck with just Pansy for company. “Here, have one of these purple shots. Hell, you better make it two, you’re way behind.”

“Yeah ok, not for long though,” the tall dark man smirked and took the small glass. “Have you been here all day?” he asked, seating himself on the stool next to Draco and checking his reflection in the mirror over the bar.

“Just about.”

“Oh.. I thought you’d gone off to find Gra-“ he was cut off by Draco’s hand over his mouth.

“Shhh! Icksnae on the Grangerae,” he whispered in what he thought was a threatening sounding voice. Blaise laughed and shook his head at Draco’s look of panic, but Pansy seemed clueless as ever. “I’m here to get drunk, and I was doing a fairly good job before you arrived with the dog woman. So shut your mouth and drink before I have to kick both your asses out of here.”

“Whoa mate, calm down,” Blaise said quickly, quite alarmed with Draco’s serious tone and the evil eye he was shooting him. Draco seemed to concede and turned his gaze back to his glass.

“Bet I can finish my drink first,” Blaise chided in to lighten the mood again.

“Oh please. I think the fact that I can still sit upright is proof enough that I am a force to be reckoned with. And I conquered the Beast. Rosmerta said she’s never seen anyone down it like I did.” Draco casually left out the little detail of the old man drinking his in one go.

“Well then I’ll drink two Beasts.”

“No you won’t because I’ll drink two first!”

“You’re on mate,” Blaise said, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow at his already pretty drunk friend. If Draco survived this night, it would be a miracle worth noting.

Madame Rosmerta got to work on two more of the giant intoxicating concoctions, reluctantly handed one to Draco, and even more reluctantly handing one to Blaise, as he kept taking her hand and kissing it. She wasn’t amused by the school-age student’s attempt at seduction. The two handsome boys toasted with the large crystal mugs, smirking at each other.

“Here’s to me, out drinking you like always.”

“Not this time. Just because you got a head start, doesn’t mean you’ll be ahead in the end.” Draco took a long drink from his just to prove how wrong his friend was, and Blaise followed suite.

Blaise did finish his first, but only because about halfway through, Draco decided the bar could use some entertainment. Blaise reluctantly joined in, but it didn’t take long for the entire pub to partake as well.

“Everybody! Get us all drunk, you’re the liquor man.
Get us all drunk, tonight.
When we’re all in the mood for no memories,
You’ve got us feelin’ alright!”

About three-quarters of the way done, he started making up new and improved lyrics.

“Get us all laid, you’re Pansy Parkinson.
Get us all laid, tonight.
Well put a bag on your head, and snog you in the broom shed,
And you’ll have us feelin’ alright.”

The crowd roared with laughter, and Pansy’s shrill laugh could be heard over them all. She didn’t find his words insulting in the slightest. In fact, it seemed as if getting snogged in the broom shed with a bag on her head, was her idea of a romantic affair. Her body was pressed against Draco’s, and her hands were wandering his body like he was an animal at a petting zoo. Draco’s muscles tensed each time she ran her hand up and down his thigh, getting closer and closer to his manhood. Roughly squeezing the place where Hermione’s delicate hands had softly caressed him the night before. He could feel himself involuntarily reacting to Pansy’s unrelenting touch. He turned to the rest of his drink for support, quickly sucking it down with one big gulp.

The second Beast was gone, and so it seemed, was Draco’s self control. His body was betraying him, leaning in to Pansy as she traced her clawed hand down his arm. It wasn’t electrifying, but it was still arousing him. Blaise was long gone, in the back corner of the pub with Victoria. There was no one left to talk some sense into him. The alcohol was taking over, leaving his mind blissfully empty of all conscious thought.

“Let’s go back to your room,” Pansy whispered in his ear, before nibbling his lobe roughly with her pointed teeth. He cringed slightly, but nodded his head, and she took his hand and led his stumbling form from the bar and up the muddy path towards the school.

“Ooo this is nice,” Pansy squealed once they reached his bedroom. “Just too bad you have to share it with the mudblood.”

‘The mudblood..’ that’s what he had called her.. and now she hated him… it was all coming back to him like a tidal wave.

“And Blaise was trying to tell me that you fancied her. Imagine! A filthy little mudblood like her with you!” she cooed while ripping his robes from his body, that was now completely frozen… frigid with anger…

“SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET OUT OF MY ROOM YOU DISGUSTING WHORE!” he screamed at her, forcibly pushing her away from him and fleeing to the bathroom.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

“Drakie, baby,” she came up behind him and wrapped her hands around his stomach. She realized he wasn’t responding, and followed his line of sight.

“Awe you poor little mudblood. Have you finally realized that you’d be doing the wizarding world a favor by not existing?” Pansy sneered down at Hermione, who was curled up against the wall. Two seconds later Pansy had a wand drawn on her, pointed straight at her heart. She nervously raised her eyes to face Draco, who was looking at her with eyes like daggers. She had seen eyes like his before, when she had met his father. He was very drunk and she was more than a little scared that he would actually hurt her.

“Get out,” he said in a low growl. “Now.” He pushed the tip of his wand hard into her chest. Hermione let out an audible gasp, but was ignored by the two Slytherins.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I-I.. I love you!”

“I SAID GET OUT!”

“But-“

“OUT!” he screamed and pushed the wand into her harder. She shrieked and jumped away from him. His wand had burned a hole in her shirt. Giving Draco one last scared look she fled from the room.

He then turned his attention to the being sprawled out on the floor. She was still crying and he felt completely horrible. He didn’t think she would be so upset by him saying those things to her that morning.

“Hermione.. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said this morning. I just… I just…” he trailed off, not even remembering why he had gotten so angry with her. She was trembling, and there were tears flowing freely down her cheeks, but she still looked up at him and let out a half-smile. He reached out to her cheek and gently brushed the tears away. Their eyes locked, and he drew closer to her. Their lips made contact, but their eyes never swayed. He could taste the salty tears on her lips.. nothing had ever tasted so sweet. They devoured each other, rolling around on the hard bathroom floor, pawing at their clothes until they lay in a tattered heap, leaving them in their undergarments.

Hermione let out a low moan as she felt him grind himself into her private area. She needed him. Now. If she was going to be pregnant, there was no way she was going to be a virgin. Virgins didn’t have babies. She needed to regain some sense, and she thought that this would do it for her.

He stopped, panting heavily over her shaking form. “Bedroom…” he whispered. She nodded and he scooped her into his arms and carried her to his bed. He set her down gingerly and took in her half naked form. She looked so beautiful. Her cheeks still shone with dried tears, and her body was glistening from their heated kissing. He could see the slight mound that was her baby…their baby. He reached out to touch it and gently ran his hand over the bump. She grabbed his hand away and covered herself with her arms, suddenly self-conscious of her body. He leaned over her and kissed the tip of her nose.

“You’re so beautiful.. I want to see you.. all of you…” She smiled at him, forgetting her inhibitions, and lifted her arms to pull him onto the bed with her. Their lips met again, the heat and passion returning as their bodies intertwined. Draco ran his tongue down her neck, in between the peaks of her swollen breasts, and back up again. His hand trailed down, to rest on the spot over her simple cotton knickers, and he stroked her warmth. He could feel her getting wet through the fabric. Her hands went to his boxers and ran down the length of his erection, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through his entire body.

He needed more… so did she. He tore the flimsy material that covered her most intimate place, and she showed her approval by becoming more forceful with her own hand motions, and tugging at the waistband of his boxers.

They lay naked in each other’s arms, panting heavily in anticipation of what was to come. His fingers traced her moist folds, stimulating her clit with each stroke of his skilled hand. Her breath hitched in her throat with every touch, his motions becoming more and more frantic.

He plunged one finger into her tight and waiting entrance, and was met with an unexpected barrier…

“Oww!” she cried when she felt him hit the obstacle that signified her virginity.

“You’re… you’re a…. a virgin?” he asked weakly, feeling completely lost and confused. She had lost her virginity to him that summer, or had it all been a dream?

“I know, I know…” she sobbed, the mood broken. “That’s why it doesn’t make any sense!”

“Why what doesn’t make sense?”

“That I’m… nothing.. I- I have to go.” She fought back the tears as she snuck out from under him and ran to her own dormitory. Malfoy had seemed so shocked to find out that she was a virgin, like he couldn’t bear to touch her because of it.

She got into her bed and flopped down on the pillows. The same pillow that she had playfully pressed into Malfoy’s face earlier that day… she punched it hard with her fist, and felt a little better.. She continued to let out her frustrations on the pillow and sobbed until she was exhausted and overcome with grief.

She didn’t see Malfoy standing silently in the doorway. He watched her beat her pillow senseless, until she cried herself to sleep. He didn’t know what to say to her, he couldn’t even think of what to tell himself to make sense of the situation. There was no mistaking the thick wall of skin that he had thought he had already broken through, she was most definitely a virgin. Could it really have all been a dream? What about her stomach…there was a small round bump there that he knew was never a part of her slender form before.

Then he remembered his father, who took her back to her house after the act had been committed. His father knew every kind of dark magic imaginable. If there was a spell to restore virginity, his father would know it. It was cruel, to make her go through that painful experience twice. Even more cruel to erase her memory of her real first time… His father better not have touched her to do it. He cringed at the thought, anger searing through his veins.

He was going to be sick… literally.

The alcohol rose in his throat, burning just as much as it had on the way down. He emptied his stomach into the blue water in the toilet… ‘Wait a sec… blue water?’
He wiped his mouth with his arm, and that was when he saw it. The box that held the pregnancy test was lying on the floor where he had found Hermione crying. He picked it up and read the back, putting together the pieces in his mind.

She knew.

He went back to her room and walked to her side. He could hear her sniffling into the pillow that she had attacked, so she wasn’t really asleep. He reached out and touched her shoulder, and she jumped and opened one swollen eye to look up at him.

“Shh.. It’s ok. I know,” he whispered.

“But… how?”

“I- I….” ‘Tell her! Tell her how you made love to her so she wouldn’t have the Dark Lord’s baby. How she had asked you to… Tell her how she had been obliviated, but how you remember everything…Tell her everything...’

“I saw the test in the bathroom.” ‘coward!’

“Oh… Oh I can’t believe this!” she cried. “I just really can’t believe it! I thought it was you playing a joke on me. I was going to get you expelled!”

“You should be the one worrying about that,’ he said without thinking. His stomach dropped when he saw the horrified look on her face. “Shit no, I’m sorry. You won’t be expelled. We’ll just keep it a secret.”

“Why are you being so nice to me? The Malfoy I know would make my life hell with that kind of information.”

‘This is the second opportunity you’ve had to tell her the truth, don’t ruin it!’

“It’s just that…well… I don’t want anyone to know about us getting along, it would ruin my reputation. If people found out that I was just a human, instead of a god in human form, I think a riot would break out.”

He saw her smile through her tears, and felt a little better, even if he couldn’t bring himself to tell her the whole truth about her pregnancy. He turned to leave, but a shaking hand shot out to stop him.

“Stay with me?” she asked shyly. He just nodded and crawled in beside her. He kissed her wet cheek and wrapped his arm around her, protecting his love and his baby. He never wanted to let go again.







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So there goes another chapter! I had a lovely trip, got my cast off, and celebrated by taking the past 2 days to do nothing but write. It’s very strange, but my hand doesn’t really feel like my hand yet. I can move it all fine, it just feels weak or something, and it’s like neon white compared to the rest of my arm lol. Anywhoo, unfortunately I have to start school again soon, BOOOO. I am not ready for homework and studying and all that other fun stuff. Summer went by WAY too fast. I hope I can still write as often when it starts again. I am definitely going to try. I loved reading all your reviews of the last chapter, they seriously made me so happy. (I am such a dork lol) I was so worried that everyone would be disappointed with how she found out, so it was really nice to read otherwise. I hope you all liked this chapter too, it’s long at least! I hope Draco wasn’t too OOC at the end. He won’t be that nice all the time, I like him much better as a sarcastic prat lol.

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