Unwanted Repercussions - formerly consequences

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A/N thanks for the reveiws! made it that obvious did I? hehe nevermind lots more to come!!


Six weeks later and Hermione Granger sat with her best friends Harry, Ron and Ginny at the Gryffindor table eating her breakfast, if she was aware of a pair of silver eyes staring at her from across the hall she didn’t show it and was chatting happily with Ron about the up coming Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch match.

“’Arry’s been om top form vish sheason” Ron declared through a mouthful of toast, he swallowed and grinned, “There’s no way we can lose!”

Hermione smiled and nodded distractedly the NEWTS were coming up and just the thought of them made her feel queasy, she looked down her plate and pushed it away as a wave of nausea crashed over her.

“You alright ‘mione?’ Harry looked at her with concerned eyes.

“Oh yea Harry I’m fine just not very hungry”

“Oh well c’mon before we are late for potions” he said nudging Ron with his elbow and motioning for him to follow as the golden trio left the hall and began the descent to the dungeons.

Draco felt strange; he couldn’t keep his eyes away from the Gryffindor table, more importantly he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Granger. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling but he didn’t like it. Not one bit. He was a Malfoy, Malfoys didn’t get confused, especially not about Mudbloods, he reluctantly tore his eyes away from the table and nodded absent-mindedly at something that Pansy was saying as the first seed’s of remorse planted themselves deep in his stomach and although he didn’t know it Draco Malfoy was feeling incredibly guilty.

Later that day in potions the class was continuing with their warming draught and as a result the dungeon class room was almost unbearably hot. Hermione stood over her cauldron wiping her arm across her brow. Looking around she noticed most of her class mates removing their robes and ran an appreciative eye over Ron’s shirt covered torso. He had filled out a lot in the past year. Gone was the wiry lanky boy of Sixth year and in his place was a well defined handsome young man. Sighing she decided to follow suit and removed her floor length black robe to reveal a small white shirt, a red and gold Gryffindor tie, grey pleated skirt and knee high socks.

The males in the classroom looked around curiously Hermione Granger had kept her body carefully hidden for seven years and they wanted to see what they’d been missing, most of the Gryffindors shared a knowing grin whilst the Slytherins markedly tried to look away although many of them were failing.

At the other end of the class room a sweaty and dishevelled Draco Malfoy looked around to see her, running his eyes down her body over her pert breasts and down to her stomach.

That’s when he noticed the slight curve which definitely hadn’t been there six weeks ago and his heart began to beat a tattoo in his chest.

Shit!

Fuck!

What if he had gotten the mudblood pregnant? Could he have fathered a half-blood bastard child? He swallowed nervously imagining his father’s reaction. No he had to sort this out and soon, before she noticed anything was wrong. How did he get himself into this mess?

That night he sat waiting for her in the dormitory they both shared being Head’s of the school. His mind was running at a mile a minute he had never felt this scared in his life, not when his father had been revealed as a death-eater, not even when he had watched him be dragged away to Azkaban. He knew what he had to do, he had to confirm his fears and then…then…oh he just hoped it didn’t come to that.

A loud creak broke his reverie and he jumped to his feet as the portrait opened pointing his wand at the door.

Hermione had just spent three hours studying in the library ready for her arithmancy assignment the next day. She had noticed all the appraising stares she had received in potions, even from Ron! Her heart leapt and for the first time in her life she felt feminine and desirable.
Although recently she had begun to feel slightly body conscious noticing she had put on a few pounds but those thoughts had been thoroughly pushed aside as she revelled in the positive attention she had received from the boys.

A small satisfied smile was playing on her lips as she opened the portrait to her common room, her mind was filled with happy girlish fantasies and she wasn’t even aware of when she was suddenly hit with “Petrificus totalus!”

Draco walked over to her lifeless body and looked down at her, wasting no time he crouched down and unbuttoned her shirt so that her midriff was bare, he ran his hand cautiously over the slight swell of her abdomen and pointed his wand at it muttering a pregnancy-confirming spell.

He had looked them up in the library knowing that the pregnancy would only be confirmed for the father, butterflies were fluttering in his stomach as he waited for the result when suddenly the tip of his wand began to glow a gentle pink and then he knew.

She was carrying his child.

Draco’s mind was in turmoil; well of course she would get bloody well pregnant. Karma had a nasty way of surprising people. Well there was no doubt about it there was no-way she could have his child. He had far too much to lose.

He would get rid of it himself.

Once again he pointed his wand at her stomach, his face set in a determined scowl. He would rid her of his child and his life would get back to normal….