The Granger Girls

CHAPTER FOUR

Draco stood outside Hermione’s Ancient Runes class, waiting for her to appear. He really wanted to talk to her, to tell her that he was all in, no matter what. There was also another thing he wanted to try.
Students came flooding out of the classroom and Hermione was the last person to exit, shoving a book into her bag.

“Mia.” Draco said, stepping forward and taking her arm. She spun around to face him.

“Yes.” Hermione asked, her face expressionless. She had spent the weekend, thinking about what had happened when she told Draco about the baby. After thinking about it, she realised that maybe she had overreacted a little, but she was of course to proud to apologise.

Draco took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.” He began and Hermione bit her lip. Draco was just as proud as she was and to have him be the first to apologise was big.

“No.” Hermione said. “I’m sorry. I overreacted.”

Draco shrugged, feeling relieved that she wasn’t mad at him anymore. “Hey, you’re pregnant. You kind of have an excuse.”

Hermione gave a short laugh, as she quickly glanced around to see if anyone had heard Draco, but the hallway was empty. “Yeah, hormones.”

Draco smiled and they both stood there in silence. “I-.” Hermione began but Draco cut her off.

“Marry me.” He blurted out.

“What!” Hermione shrieked, looking at him in shock.

Draco took a deep breath again. “Marry me Mia.” He said.

“Why?” Hermione spluttered.

“Because.” Draco began. “We’re having a baby. Its the right thing to do.”

Hermione shook her head. “Draco, we don’t feel that way about each other. We shouldn’t marry just because of the baby.” She told him. “We wouldn’t last.”

“But...but...” Draco trailed off. He paused. “I told my Father.”

Hermione stared at him. “And he told you to propose did he?” she asked sarcastically. “Because it’s the proper pureblood thing to do. I bet he was just happy to find out that Mudblood was carrying his grandchild.”

“Dont say that word.” Draco hissed.

“Why not, its true isn’t it.”

“Actually.”Draco said, starting to get a little annoyed at being attacked. “Father took it rather well and didn’t seem to have a problem with the knowledge that he was gaining a half-blood grandchild.” He let out a breath. “And he didn’t even mention anything about marriage. That was my idea.”

Hermione shook her head. “Look, I still don’t think that marriage is the right thing to do.” Draco looked at the ground, unsure of what to say. “We’re late for potions.” Hermione said, before turning and walking down the hallway, leaving Draco alone.

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“Mione, are you alright?”

Hermione glanced at the closed door of the stall she was in. She was currently experiencing the wonderful thing that was morning sickness, something that had caused her to dash out of the Great Hall. Ginny had obviously followed her.

“Um...yeah.” Hermione said, grabbing a bit of toilet paper to wipe her mouth with. She then chucked it onto the toilet, cast a scougify charm to clean her mouth, before flushing the toilet and exiting the stall to confront her concerned friend.

“Hermione what’s going on?” Ginny asked, as Hermione brushed past her and headed to the sinks.

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked innocently, but the redhead was not falling for it.

“Come on Hermione. You’ve been acting strange for the past few weeks. You’ve been moody, you spent almost as much time in the bathroom as you do in the library, you also seem really tired and I think you tits have grown a bit.”

Hermione coughed slightly, as Ginny made the tit comment. She turned to face her friend. “You check out my breasts regularly do you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, hoping to stray from the topic at hand.

Ginny blushed. “No, but it’s kinda noticeable, a lot of guys have noticed.” She told her.

Hermione sighed. “Come on Mione. I have an idea of what’s going on, but I really want you to tell me.” Ginny pleaded, desperately wanting to be there for her best girlfriend.

Hermione bit her lip, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. She turned to face Ginny full on. “Ginny, I’m pregnant.”

Ginny sighed. “Oh Mione.” She hugged her friend. “When, where, who?”

The bushy haired witch pulled away and wiped her eyes. “New Years Eve, As far as I know the 6th Year Gryffindor Girls Dorm. As for the who, Draco.”

Ginny gasped. “You and Draco, but I thought you were just friends.”

“We are. We were just drunk.” Hermione informed her.

Ginny leant against the sink. “Wow. You’re the last person I would have thought this would happen to.” Ginny commented.

Hermione smiled slightly. “Me too.”

“Does Draco know?”

Hermione nodded. “Yes.” She gave a slight laugh. “He asked me to marry him, because of the baby.”

Ginny stared at her, shocked. “Oh my god, really. What did you say?”

“No.”

Ginny stared at her like she was insane. “What? Draco Malfoy asked you to marry him and you said no. Are you crazy? Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position?”

Hermione glared at her. “Oh, so I guess they would love to get fat and push something the size of a melon out of a hole the size of Knut, because I would gladly hand that experience over to them.” Ginny looked a little embarrassed. “I’m not in love with Draco. We would not last.” She said quietly.

Ginny nodded understandingly. She met her friends gaze. “Please don’t tell anyone yet. Dumbledore and McGonagall know, but Im not ready to have the rest of the school judging me just yet.” The older girl pleaded. Ginny nodded again.

“No one finds out until you’re ready to tell.” Hermione nodded.

“I still need to tell my parents. I can’t wait for that conversation.”

Ginny frowned. “They won’t be happy?” she asked and Hermione shook her head.

“I’m expecting to be disowned.” Hermione told her.

“I’m sure your overreacting.” Ginny said and Hermione shrugged, hoping she was right.
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Ginny and Hermione migrated to the Room of Requirements to talk more about Hermione’s pregnancy without fear of being overheard. Ginny told Hermione that she and Draco needed to sit down and talk, discuss their future, even if they weren’t going to be getting married.

Reluctantly Hermione agreed, so she now stood outside the Great Hall as dinner ended, waiting for Draco to emerge. He did talking to Blaise Zabini. Taking a deep breath, Hermione approached them. “Draco, could I speak with you please?” she asked.

Draco looked at her in concern and agreed, before following Hermione to their secret room. “Is everything alright Mia?” Draco asked.

Hermione nodded. “Yeah, we just need to figure out what we are going to do.”

Draco sat down. “I’ve given my opinion.” He said.

“And while it is a nice gesture, it’s not going to happen.” Hermione told him. “So we have to figure out how we are going to raise this baby.”

Draco sighed. “I’m in Mia. No matter what. I’m in.” He said softly and Hermione gave him a small smile.

“I’m glad.” She said quietly and Draco returned her smile.

There was silence between them. “So, your dad knows.” Hermione began and Draco nodded.

“He actually took it pretty well. He was pissed that I didn’t use protection, but he not completely adverse to it.” Draco told her. “So we’ve got his support.”

“What about your mother?”

Draco smiled, remembering the Howler his mother had sent him. “She was angry with me for not being more careful, but she cant wait to be a grandmother.”

Hermione smiled. Maybe her parents would take it better then she thought. They had the same status as the Malfoy’s in the Muggle world, so if the Malfoy’s were taking it well, maybe he parents would as well. It was then that Hermione realised Draco was speaking to her.

“Sorry?” she asked.

“Your parents?” he asked and Hermione shrugged.

“I still haven’t told them.” She answered. “I want to do it in person, so I was thinking of going home for Spring Break.”

“Its a good idea.” Draco said. “Then maybe we could organise for our parents to meet.”

Hermione nodded. “Sounds like a plan.” She said and Draco smiled.