The Baby Project

Chapter Four:

'You sit there in your heartache.
Waiting on some beautiful boy to,
save you from your old ways.
You play forgiveness,
watch it now,
here he comes!
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus,
but he talks just like a gentleman.
Just like you imagined,
when you were young'



"This...is...not...fair...."


Hermione rushed to the toilet in her dorm room for what seemed like the
billionth time that day.


It had started at approximately 5am.


And it hadn't stopped since.


Hermione threw herself over the toilet and hurled her guts up.


'Honestly' she thought to herself. 'I didn't know I had so much
food the bring up...surely there's nothing left inside me!'


But there was.
IT was inside her.


Making her body shift and change, causing her to become nauseated and ill.


After rinsing her mouth out with water (and brushing her teeth so that her
breath didn't smell like vomit), Hermione wandered back into her room,
falling onto her bed.


She just wanted to lie there and sleep the day away.
To say that she felt like shit was a complete understatement.


She knew she had big black circles under her eyes, even though she hadn't
looked into one single mirror.
She didn't want to...she knew she looked like death warmed up, so why have a
look and find out that the mirror agreed with her?


The alarm clock started to ring, bringing Hermione out of her thoughts.


Another day, another way to live her life.


She begrudgingly moved from the bed and went about preparing herself for her
school day.
Removing her pink pajama bottoms and white vest top, she opened up her
wardrobe to fetch her uniform.


As she lay them out on the bed, she accidentally caught the sight of herself
in the mirror on the small dresser on the other side of her room.


She studied her appearance critically.


She did look like shit.


Her skin was pale.
Her face looked sunken and miserable.
And her body looked under nourished.


She looked further down at herself.
She HATED looking; but if she needed to notice any slight changes, then she
would have to start doing this on a regular basis.


Her white training bra cupped her breasts comfortably...although now that
she thought about it...

She wasn't a 'big' girl up top, but she wasn't pigeon chested either...


Her eyes widened.


'They can't be growing already!'


Now she would have to try even harder to hide them!

She kept forgetting that this 'pregnancy' was only a two month deal.
So obviously things would have to develop a lot quicker than what was
normally expected.


Hermione absentmindedly put her hand on her tummy and stroked it a few
times.
Was she supposed to feel a bump there yet?


She didn't feel anything on the outside.
However, she was damn sure that something was there on the inside.


After one quick glance of her stomach in her mirror, she put on her school
robes.


Almost ready to face another day.


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"I just can't stop staring"


"I'm not even showing anything, yet!" Hermione told Harry, looking at him in
bewilderment.


Harry shook his head. "It's not that" He told her. "It's just the fact that
you've got Malfoy's kid hidden away in there somewhere..."


"Probably poisoning you from the inside" Ron pointed out to her whilst
leaning over her to grab the jug of Berry Juice that sat in front of her.


Hermione stuck her tongue out at him.
"Unlikely, since I have decided to ignore the fact that Malfoy even exists"
She told them matter-of-factly.


Harry offered her some waffles.
She smelt them gingerly before shaking her head.
She didn't want to risk another trip to the bathroom.


"You need to eat" Ron told her between mouthfuls of Bacon and Eggs. "I've
told Parvati that if I don't see her eating at least three times a day, then
I'm gonna force feed her..."


Hermione sniggered.
Maybe he was one of those feeders... secretly fattening his 'mate' up
because he preferred the plumper woman inside of her.


Hermione thought for a minute.
What Ron had said suddenly triggered something inside of her.


She didn't have anyone to force her to eat.
She just had an empty hole where the 'father figure' should be.


She would be damned if she allowed Malfoy to get really involved..he would
probably mess the whole thing up.


Speak of the devil...and he shall appear She thought with a sigh.


He sat down with his cronies at the Slytherin table, casually tucking into
his breakfast.


Hermione felt bile rise up in her throat.


'Ha!' She thought to herself. 'If I'm sick, then that obviously
means that this baby isn't so keen on Malfoy, either...'


Her eyes suddenly widened.
She Was going to be sick.


She shoved Harry and Ron out of her space, and then made a quick run for the
doors to the Great Hall.
She would be damned if she was sick with everyone there to laugh at her....


Especially Malfoy....



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Being late was inadequate.
Being late was the sort of thing one did when they wanted to test the
boundaries.


Being late was something that he was ridiculously good at.


He sauntered in to the room, to find the seating arrangement quite different
to what he had remembered.

Ah....bullocks... They were all paired up.


His blood began to boil.


The only person in the room that seemed to be sat with no one was Granger.
And he would be damned if he would honour her with his presence.


Instead, he walked straight past her table with his naturally cocky
arrogance.

"Mr. Malfoy, glad you could grace us with your presence" McGonagall's voice
said from behind him. "And do remember that you should be sat with your
partner today...."


Malfoy sneered.


Rolling his eyes and turning to the front, his let his arrogance roll of of
him and right through the room.


Hermione seethed.


He stood there with his white school shirt hanging out of his
trousers....his tie was loose in the knot, with the last two buttons of his
shirt undone at the top.


'Prat' She thought loathingly, looking him over.


He had some sort of black bangle on his wrist, which was attached to a hand
which was buried within his trouser pocket.
The duffel back he was carrying was about to fall of his shoulder, making
his look even more arrogant.


His right hand went to his hair, which he pushed out of his eyes with his
finger tips.

'Stupid, ignorant prat!


Hermione turned away and decided to concentrate on the booklet in front of
her.
If she kept looking at him then she would end up getting out of her chair
and hitting him over the head just to knock some manners into him.


"Can I not just take my usual place, at the back of the room?" Malfoy asked,
his voice taking on a whine that resembled that of a five year old child.


McGonagall glowered at him.


Malfoy seemed to shrivel like a flower.


Completely defeated, he dragged out the chair next to Hermione's, and set it
in the middle of the room.
He sat there defiantly, his arms crossed and an expression of complete and
utter ignorance on his face.


Hermione rolled her eyes.
She wasn't that bad...


"Malfoy" Hermione said sternly. "Your holding up the class with your foul
attitude"

Malfoy looked over at her, a glare upon his features. "No one asked you to
speak, Granger"

"Mr. Malfoy" the Professor said angrily. "If you do not get behind that desk
right now, then I will not only take points off Slytherin-


Yet another moan erupted from the room.


"-but I will deduct marks from your's AND Miss Granger's project!"


Malfoy gulped.


He felt the tie around his neck get tighter.
And then he found himself being dragged by it, only to lose his balance from
his seat and fall onto the floor.


"Get behind this desk now, or I swear to god that I will do something that I
WON'T regret!"


He looked up at the culprit whom still had his tie in their hands.


She shot him a death defying glare.


'How DARE she even touch me, the filthy little Muggle loving
Mudblood!' He thought as he stared up at her.


He knew he could not make this statement out loud for fear of more points
being taken from Slytherin, so instead her opted for;


"Stupid bitch..." He muttered; sneering at her venomously as he grabbed his
tie out of her hands and got up from the floor


He begrudgingly moved his chair closer to the table.

Not directly behind it where he should be sat...that was giving in.
Not quite jutting out into the main walk way...that was just asking for
trouble.


He turned to McGonagall and smiled sarcastically.
"Better?" He asked her.


"For now" She told him sternly.

Draco glowered.
It was never going to get any better than this, so the stupid old cow might
as well get used to it....



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It was halfway into the lesson and Malfoy was already growing restless.
What did morning sickness and sensitive breasts have to do with him?


He looked around the classroom.
The girls all looked worse for wear.


Pansy actually had a sick bucket next to her!
But whether that was because of the sprog, or because of Neville...he wasn't
too sure.


"It may take some time to get used to" the professor said, perched upon her
desk. "But I assure you that once you adapt to it that you eventually come
to quite enjoy it"


Hermione grumbled.
There was no way she could get used to any of this.


McGonagall was bringing it all home for Hermione.
She was actually going to look after a child...a child that would be
molded from the genes of both herself and him...


She started to panic a little.
What if the child didn't like her?
What if it preferred that Dick Head instead?


Oh, how ironic that would be.

"How long will it be before any of us begin to start showing?" Parvati asked
curiously.


McGonagall thought about that for a minute. "I think it will depend on your
own genes...your shape and just the speed at which the child will develop
inside of you" She then smiled. "But I should think that within your third
week, that most of you will start to be showing a little"

McGonagall studied her students.
"If you pretend that the weeks of your pregnancy are months, then you may
become less confused"

The student kept looked at her.
"For each week of your pregnancy, you should count it as one month.
Considering this is your first week, you are only approximately one month
along, and therefore you should be showing no real signs of
pregnancy...besides the side effects, of course."


Some of the girls started murmuring pleasantly.

Hermione tapped her quill unconsciously on the wood of the table, immersed
in her own thoughts of pregnancy and motherhood.


Tap..


Draco noticed.


Tap...Tap...


Draco's eye twitched a little.

Tap...Tap...Tap...

Draco started to flinch in annoyance each time the tip hit the wood.


Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap....


Draco flipped.


"Can't you give your annoyance a rest for just one lesson?" He asked her
snidely.


He was still a small distance away from her, making a paper aeroplane out of
the booklet that McGonagall had given them.


Hermione knew she was going to get nowhere in this project.
He was full of irritating arrogance, and she was full of hatred.


"Can't you put a silencing charm on yourself?" She asked him, sounding very
sarcastic.


Malfoy's eyebrow rose at her.


"How would that work?" He asked her, almost as if he were mocking her latest
statement.


Hermione rolled her eyes.
She was not being goaded into a fight right now.


"Just shut up and keep out of my way, Malfoy"


And then she caught on.


"Hang on...I thought you said that you had no need to talk to me?" She
stated, looking over at him.


Bullocks... He had forgot about that.


"I'm not..." He told her, thinking of a reply. "I'm irritating you, there's a
clear difference"

Hermione closed her eyes and counted to ten.


When that didn't work, she just chose to pretend he wasn't there.


"If you look at your booklets, you will see some questions on page three
about the progress from an Embryo to a Fetus"


Hermione hadn't even realised that The Professor was speaking.


"I want you to answer these for a small homework, and then I want you to use
the Journals I have given you on your desk, and fill them in whenever
something important happens"


Malfoy looked down at his battered booklet.
It looked more like a jumbo jet now.
How the hell was he supposed to get the questions now?


He looked over to see Granger's fuzzy head already stuck inside the
booklet...already answering the questions.


Bloody typical.


He didn't want to ask...asking anything from Granger made him feel dirty and
tainted...
But if he didn't then his balls would probably be castrated by the old bat
sat at the desk in front of him.


Biting the bullet, he peered over her shoulder slightly...


"I say, Granger..."


"Fuck off" She told him simply, not even looking up.



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A/N: Ok, thankyou all once again for the reviews!!!!!!!
I'm really flattered that I have had so many!!!

I know that in this chapter I made Malfoy actually talk to Hermione. But the way I see it, Malfoy is all talk. And the best thing to entertain him is usually to take the piss out of one of the three from Gryffindor.

But the reason he was going to get the answered from her was because he really couldn't be bothered learning the answers for himself...because at this point, he doesn't really care.

I'm sorry if it sounded OOC, I did try to make it sound like something that both of them would say...but theres only so far you can go to make them reasonably civil lol.

ok....now down to the questions being asked;




NONENTITY:
You told me about my mistake about the NEWT's...so I corrected it :-)
Thankyou for letting me know because I would have been mislaying information without changing it lol.
And also...I hate the term "Slytherin Sex Prince" lol. At the end of the day he's not gorgeous...hes never been described as gorgeous...just bad lol.

SAM:
You asked me what happens to the child when the project is over...
It disappears.
This is because it is only a project....HOWEVER...I can now tell you that you have once again asked a question that leads to a much bigger plot later on lmao!
You've been asking all the right questions (which is annoying because your thwarting my plotline lmao! kiddin!) And i'm glad that you're coming back for more!!!


TomFeltonIsKindaHot: You don't listen to 'Draco and the Malfoy's by any chance, do you?? hehe!

Yeah I realised that I had put Luna (and I apologise for writing it as LOONA...I kept going to write 'LOONEY' instead...i guess 'LOONEY LOVEGOOD' just stuck with me more lol) into the year above.
Whenever I read the books I always thought that Luna was older than her years...and this is why I have put her into the 'Life Lessons' Class.
Hope that explains it for you!!!! :-)

If anyone has queries that they want me to answer, just let me know!
I would rather you enjoyed the story and be able to undertand it, than find it really confusing and stop reading lol.

THANKYOU AGAIN!!
The support is making me feel really good about this fic!!!!!!!!

xxx