Hallway Rendezvous

A few months had past since Hermione and Draco’s relationship had began. Things had developed as smoothly as could be expected. The two students faced the same things that most new couples did; confusion and disagreement, but these two had faced something that most couples did not; the hatred from their so called best friends. They both faced the hostile stares of the people who claimed that they would support them through everything. So much for friends forever. Both students wondered if their friends would ever return. They also faced something that some teenage couples did; pregnancy.

Hermione walked through the halls during one of her nightly patrols looking for anybody out of bed after hours who shouldn’t have been. As she walked, she began the think about her relationship. She wondered if it was worth her friendship with Ron and Harry to remain with Draco, but at the same time if they couldn’t support her on something as small as their relationship, what were they going to say about a baby. She didn’t want to stay with him just because she was pregnant, but she wasn’t sure who would support her through something like this. On one hand she had Draco, who she was at times still a little doubtful about, and on the other hand, she had her friends who couldn’t even stand the fact that she was going out with him; they didn’t even know about the sex. As Hermione thought about everything she was overwhelmed with doubt about everything; including Draco’s feelings for her. What if it had only been about the sex? What would he say when he found out that she was pregnant? The first time they were ever in the same ten foot area of each other without shooting death glares at one another they were having sex. Hermione wondered what would be different about their relationship at all if they had waited; would they even be together at all?

Hermione gave up on trying to figure things out as she finished up her search of the third floor. Once she was done here she could return to her dorm and to her bed. That’s what I need, she thought, a good night of sleep to clear the mind. As Hermione turned the corner and saw Harry and Ginny sitting together on a bench, she realized that would not be happening tonight. She stopped walking and backed into the shadows where the two would not see her. She pondered whether or not she should let herself be seen and tell the two of them off for being out past curfew, but at the same time they were her friends. As she stood and contemplated what to do she listened into what they were saying.

Ginny spoke first, “Harry, he isn’t the way that he used to be. He--,”

“Ginny, people like that don’t just change. It takes something big,” Harry interrupted.

“Like, oh gee, I don’t know, the incarceration of his father, or the downfall of Voldemort, which is what happened the last time I checked. He is free to be a teenager now, and love who he chooses, and as much as you want to ignore it; he loves Hermione,” Ginny whispered harshly.

Hermione felt a faint blush creep up her cheeks; she was fairly certain that Draco had some type of feelings for her, but she wasn’t sure if she could go as far as to say that it was love.

“How can you be so certain Ginny,” Harry asked, still unsure of Draco’s intentions.

“Because I’m not blinded by your stubbornness, which I must remember to thank Ron for, and I have watched him with her, he cares, anybody with eyes can see that. Except for the two of them, I don’t think that even they realize how intense their relationship has become. Just watch them in the morning, and see for yourself,” Ginny replied as she stood up, “You coming to bed?”

“Yeah. I guess.”

Harry stood and took Ginny’s hand into his own as they walked down the hall in the opposite direction. Hermione waited until they reached the stairs to move from her hiding spot. Hermione turned to use the stairs on the other end of the hallway to return to her room.

Hermione muttered the password to her dorm and walked through the common room to her bedroom not realizing the large bouquet of orange gerbera daisies that were sitting in the center of her desk, along with a note from Draco. She climbed the stairs and fell into bed pushing her shoes off of her feet with her toes. She was going to have to switch rounds with someone else, she wasn’t sure how many more nights she could spend wandering through the hallways. Hermione’s thoughts wandered back to Draco and what Ginny had said as she drifted off to sleep.


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Draco knew very well that when he went into Hermione’s room to put the flowers on her table that she would still be out of her room completing her rounds. He also knew how tired she was when she did them, and he had a strong feeling that even when she walked right along side of her table to get to her room that she would not notice them sitting there. Draco didn’t mind that either, he wanted her to find them in the morning when she was getting ready to leave for her classes.

Draco crept back to his own common room and climbed back into bed. He wasn’t even sure what possessed him to leave his bed at all that evening. All he knew was that he wanted to prove to Hermione that he loved her. He wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t help but feel like she was beginning to doubt him and their relationship altogether.


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The next morning, Hermione woke up not quite as rested as she had hoped to be. She felt fine, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to stay in bed for a little bit longer. She weighed her options carefully, and she knew that someone would come looking for her if she didn’t get out of bed now, so she unwillingly climbed out of her bed and made her way to the bathroom.

Hermione turned the water onto it’s coldest setting. She climbed into the shower and let the water run over her body as she still tried to wake up. Her mind wandered as she let the water stream hit her face. Her mind went back to Draco, but this time she thought only good things like how happy she was when she was with him, and how she could envision spending the rest of her life with him. She began to think about the last time they were together physically, and she felt a familiar heat pool at the juncture of her legs. Hermione took two fingers, and moved them towards her slick opening, and despite the cold shower, she was still warm and waiting.

Hermione slid her middle finger over her clit and felt little shocks moving through her body. She moved her finger in small circles of herself as she thought of Draco doing the same thing with his tongue. She imagined his beautiful face between her legs, teasing her with his mouth. She back up against the wall for support as her other hand moved to her slit. As she continued to rub her fingers over her clit she pushed two fingers into her opening, and curled her fingers to reach her special spot. Hermione moaned loudly as her fingers made contact. She was quite audible when she was enjoying herself.


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Draco muttered the password to Hermione’s dorm and let himself in. He figured he would walk down to breakfast with her when he heard the shower running and Hermione’s moans. He knew that, as of late, she loved to masturbate while in the shower. He smiled to himself as he mad his way up the stairs to where the bathroom was. Draco quietly opened the door, and silently let himself into the small room.

Draco looked towards the shower where he could see through the door, and could see Hermione, with one hand in between her legs, and the other squeezing her left breast, and rolling her nipple in between her fingers. Draco looked to her face to find her eyes closed and mouth hanging open. Seeing that look on her face made Draco imagine her underneath of him as he would have sex with her.

Draco, still watching, put the lid down on the toilet and undid the fastenings on his pants. He pulled the waistband of his boxers below his dick, and he took his hard member into his hands. He moved his hand up and down a few times. As he continued to watch Hermione come undone, he rubbed the few drops of pre-cum over the head of his penis.

In the shower, Hermione sensed that someone had come into the bathroom, but it didn’t bother her, she knew it had to be Draco. He was the only person with her password. She figured she would give him a show as she bent her legs, but continued to use the wall for support, She spread her legs so that Draco would be able to see everything as she continued to mover her thumb in circles over her clit and slide a few fingers in and out of her warm opening. She wanted him to be as turned on as she was right now.

The thought of Draco watching as she entertained herself was almost enough to send her over the edge. She pumped her fingers in and out, imagining that it was Draco who was pounding his thick penis in and out of her. She moved her fingers around in her clit as she felt her opening beginning to tighten around her fingers. As she felt her orgasm was over her body she could hear a faint grunt come from Draco’s direction.

Draco watched her as an orgasm took over her body and he started to move his hand faster as he also found himself coming closer to going over the edge. He tightening his grip on himself pretending that it was Hermione’s tight opening that was around him.

The two teens both reached their climax at around the same time as, and the both remained where they were trying to regain a proper level of breathing as they calmed down. Hermione was the first to move as Draco didn’t want to take his eyes off of her. Hermione stood from where she was kneeling in the shower and turned the water off. As she opened the shower door, she spoke to Draco.

“Did you like your show?” she asked with a grin on her face.

“How did you know that I was here?” he asked confused.

“I don’t know really, I could just kind of sense you there, plus, I heard you moan,” Hermione said raising her left eyebrow and smirking at him.

“Well then, I will just have to try and control myself next time,” Draco replied jokingly.

Hermione giggled as she wrapped a towel around herself. She walked past Draco and out of the room making her way to her bedroom. Hermione opened the cabinets of her dresser and pulled out her school uniform and threw it onto her bed in pieces as she found each one.

Draco leaned against the doorway as she made her way around her room picking up anything that she would need to get dressed, and tossing it all on the bed. She stopped in front of her lingerie dresser and pulled out pair of matching black panties and bra. She made her way to the bed and dropped them on top of everything else. She unwrapped the towel from around herself and patted her legs and arms dry. Hermione threw the towel into the corner of the room and began to get dressed.

Draco stood in the doorway admiring her gorgeous body. He wasn’t sure why he was apparently lucky enough to have a girl like her, but he definitely knew he didn’t want to mess things up.

“I’ll be downstairs waiting for you, babe,” Draco commented as he turned to make his way down the stairs.

“Okay, I‘ll be down in just a moment,” Hermione called after him.

Draco picked up the flowers when he reached the common room so that he could hand them to her personally. Draco sat on the couch and waited for only a few minutes when he could hear Hermione making her way down the stairs.

“You ready?” she called out.

“Yeah, but I have something for you,” he said as he stood and held out the flowers for her.

“Draco, they are beautiful, and my favorite,” Hermione gushed. She walked into the kitchen like area of her common room, and filled a vase with water as she placed to flowers into the vase.

“I know, I just wanted to do something for you I guess, just to show you that I really care about you. In fact Hermione, I think I might love you,” he said with his eyes in the ground. It was safe to say that he still wasn’t exactly used to feeling suck strong emotions for someone, or having the desire to do something for another person that didn’t have some type of personal gain related to it.

Hermione dropped the vase as he finished his sentence. Draco looked up at Hermione before he walked forward casting repairo, and picking up the perfectly restored vase.

“I’m sorry, it’s to soon isn’t it,” he asked looking ashamed.

“No, Draco. It isn’t that at all, but I think we need to talk. You should sit down.”

Draco put the vase down on the table and made his way into the living room area and sat down on the couch. Hermione sat down next to him. To say that Draco was scared of what she was going to say was an understatement, and to say that Hermione was nervous about telling Draco the truth would also be an understatement.

Hermione closed her eyes and sighed, “First, I just want to let you know that I am glad you told me how you feel, and I just want to let you known that I feel the same way. I spent my rounds last night thinking about how things would change between us if anything would happen, and how you would react to what I am about to tell you…” Hermione paused to look Draco in the face.

“Draco, I’m pregnant.”

Draco’s eyes widened in amazement as he just stared at her.
“Please say something Draco,” she pleaded as her eyes began to fill with tears.

Draco moved closer to Hermione and wrapped his arm around her small body, “It’s going to be alright Hermione. We will make it through this. I will admit that I am confused about how this actually happened, but you better believe that I will be here for you through every step of this.”

“Well we didn’t exactly use any type of protection, Draco. God, how could we have been so thoughtless, I thought being head girl and boy meant that we were supposed to be smart.” Hermione said as she wiped her eyes.

“We are smarter, and we did have protection, well sort of,” Draco said almost as if he didn’t really understand what he was saying himself, “You see, my family, having been pureblood for generations didn’t want to deal with any slip-ups made by a hormonal teenager such as myself. All the male Malfoys are protected with a centuries old charm that stops us from impregnating a woman who isn’t the future bride of the current Malfoy heir. But this is where I am confused. I think we must have discovered the first loophole in the charm. We fell in love before we were married.”

“I’m sorry, but I still don’t think that I understand.”

“The spell says something about the future wife being the love of the Malfoy male’s life, but all of the marriages in my family have been arranged for years. Therefore, any future bride would eventually become the love of his life, but that isn’t the case with you and me. You definitely are the love of my life, but no offense you were not exactly considered to be my future bride.”

Hermione giggled, “I think its safe to say that I wasn’t. So because you fell in love with me, I was allowed to become pregnant by you?”

“Exactly,” Draco smiled, happy that they both understood the gist of everything.

“So, where do we go from here,” Hermione asked.

“Well, first we go to breakfast, you are eating for two now,” Draco said as he stood and held his hand out for Hermione.

She took it and stood, and the two teens made their way to the entrance of the common room and made their way downstairs.

They entered the great hall hand in hand and sat at the end of the Gryffindor table away from most of the students. Hermione looked up at her friends to see Harry staring at her. Memories of what Ginny had said to him came flooding back as he waved and stood to make his way closer.

“Hermione, can we talk before you sit down?” Harry asked when he stood in front of Hermione and Draco.

“Potter,” Draco nodded his head in acknowledgement, nothing could bring him down today, he was going to be a father.

“Sure,” Hermione said, happy that he was finally speaking with her.
Harry, nervous about what he was going to say, looked around the Great Hall to see Ron looking at him in astonishment and Ginny looking at him with encouragement, “I just wanted to apologize for being a complete and total arse lately,” he said looking back at Hermione.

Hermione threw her arms around his neck, “Oh Harry, I’m so glad! I was beginning to miss talking to you, I guess this is just you speaking. Ron is clearly still not happy with me,” Hermione said referring to the glare that was now on Ron’s face, “That’s okay at least one of you is speaking with me.” Hermione released her arms and backed up to stand next to Draco.

“He will come around Hermione, all in good time.”

“I hope you are right.” Hermione mumbled.