A/N: This is technically the start of Part Two. So while all of the other chapters have pretty much happened right after the other, this one is going to skip ahead just a little. (I had thought about just putting it as a sequel, but I’m not sure yet if there is going to be enough for an entire other story, so for right now, there’s going to be Part One, Part Two, and then maybe a Part Three, it all just depends). Hopefully it won’t be too confusing as to where this picks up. Other than that, read, and enjoy!
“I haven’t seen much of you lately, Hermione,” Ginny said, finally catching up with Hermione later on that afternoon.
“I’ve been...busy,” Hermione said distractedly, “you know, studying, things like that...”
“And you’ve never done those things before?” Ginny asked, in an accusatory tone. “It’s practically the middle of the term! And I think I’ve had the chance to see you all of two, maybe three times.”
“Well, it isn’t just that. I have to set a good example you know,” Hermione said her cheeks turning pink.
“You may be able to lie to some people, Hermione Granger, but I’m not one of them. I know that you’ve been hiding yourself in here to avoid Ron.”
“I never... not once did I...”
“Denial is not very becoming on you. It’s not like you can’t say anything. To me, at least. Not to mention, that by hiding yourself in here, you aren’t lacking for something to look at. I don’t know if I’d say it about everyone but I’m not going to judge you. After all, I never thought he was ugly.”
“We happen to have a very professional relationship. He is Head Boy, I’m Head Girl. There are certain things that we have to do to... keep up appearances.”
“The last time I checked, that didn’t require you not to eat. I haven’t seen you at a mealtime, in... at least a week.”
“I’ve... I’ve had a lot going on, I told you. I haven’t been very hungry. And besides, I tend to take most of my meals in here.”
“Well, if you aren't going to come to the food, I figured that the least that I could do would be to bring the food to you. After all, you don’t go around being the sister of the infamous Weasley twins without learning a few tricks,” she said, opening up her bag and pulling out some food.
“I’ve...” Hermione started, feeling her stomach rumble and realized that Ginny was right, and she couldn’t remember the last time that she had eaten.
However, the moment that she opened it up, the smell wafted up to her nose, and suddenly, her stomach began to rumble again, though this time for a very different reason. Pushing Ginny aside, she rushed throughout the room and made it to the loo just in time.
“Merlin’s beard, Hermione. No wonder you haven’t been eating. If the smell of food has that effect on you.”
“It’s nothing. I think it’s just a stomach bug. I’ve been meaning to go to Madame Pomfrey, but haven't had a chance.”
She was interrupted by another wave of nausea.
“Hermione,” Ginny started, a sense of realization dawning on her. “You’re not... pregnant are you?”
“No,” Hermione said, taking deep breaths. “To be pregnant, you have to have...” she trailed off, the thought crossing her mind as yet another wave of nausea hit, though for a different reason this time.
“Oh, my --” Ginny said. “You are! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! And it’s like -- wow. I was definitely not expecting to hear this. And to think that you made us all think that you were really mad at him... I’m gonna be an aunt.”
Hermione tried to glare at her, but it wasn’t very easy to do, considering she had her head in the toilet every other second.
“Wait a minute...” Ginny said, as though she had a sudden thought come to her.
Hermione’s head was starting to throb, and she didn’t know if it was because of the stomachache or all of the questions that Ginny was asking. However, she tried to shake her head, ever so slightly, trying to get her point across.
“What are you trying to telling me?” she asked, following the shaking of Hermione’s head. Answering her own question, she said, “It isn’t Ron’s, is it? Wow. That’s really all I can say at the moment... just, wow.”
“You and Draco...,” she said after a moment. “I didn’t mean to upset you or make you mad. I just didn’t realize that you two were... that you had...” She seemed to finally have walked herself into a corner and couldn’t figure out how to get herself out of it.
“Ginny, please. Now is not the time for any of this. And besides, how do you know all of this anyway?”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “You have been spending way too much time with my family. You sound just like them. I’m not an idiot.”
“I didn’t say that you were. I just meant, you really seem to know loads.”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “Have you forgotten my brothers? Somebody in the family has to know something, otherwise, we’d never survive.”
Hermione, who’s stomach had finally settled down, turned around to face Ginny.
“So now that I’ve finished emptying the contents of my stomach, I would like to at least say something in my own defense.”
Ginny arched her eyebrows. “Unless you’re going to deny everything that I have just said, there’s no need for you to say anything at all.”
Ignoring her, Hermione slowly eased her head into her arms. She hadn’t given it much though, but something told her that Ginny was right. She knew she couldn’t deny it, especially to herself.
What am I going to do? she thought. And then another thought struck her. How was she ever going to be able to tell Draco? And her parents?
She closed her eyes and sunk her head even deeper, if it was possible. Not to mention what the teachers were going to say. She’d lose her position as Head Girl for sure... she let out a groan.
“Hermione? Are you alright? You haven’t said anything since... Hermione?” Ginny asked, her voice suddenly jumping to concerned.
She merely nodded, even though she knew that nothing was ever going to be alright again.
“At least, at least come out of the bathroom, Hermione. It’s kind of creeping me out that you’re in here, as well as I’m sure it’s probably not good for you to stay in here.”
Lifting her head, Hermione arched an eyebrow at her. “Please tell me that you’re not turning into your mother, please. I mean... this is a lot that’s going on. I don’t think that I can take it all...” she trailed off, knowing that she wasn’t making much sense.
“Ok, I promise. Just, go and lie down or something, please?”
Knowing that Ginny wouldn't leave her in peace until she obliged, Hermione stood up and walked into her room.
Awkwardly, Ginny just kind of stared, not knowing exactly what it was that she needed to do.
“I, um... I’ll just...” and she stopped, walking out of the room, not really sure what she could do or say at a time like this.
She didn’t even notice that Draco in the room until she had practically run into him.
“I, um, hi, Draco,” she said awkward, trying to make her way to the door. He just stared at her, his eyes nearly boring holes into her as she made her way out of the room.
It wasn’t until several hours later when Hermione finally opened her eyes that she realized she had fallen asleep. The last thing she remembered was Ginny and her talking and then... she squinched her eyes shut, and then opened them again, realizing that it was true. It hadn’t been a dream after all.
She walked into the common room and almost jumped out of her skin when she saw him sitting there.
“What are you... why are you sitting there like that?”
His eyes were cold and dark, and for a moment, she was eerily reminded of the way that he had used to be.
“Didn’t think it was anything important that you should have told me?” he asked, in a low, cold voice.
“I didn’t mean to... are you talking about...”
“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”
She hated, absolutely hated it when he talked to her like she was a child. Especially since she thought they had gotten past all of that.
“You didn’t think it was just slightly relevant to tell me that you were pregnant... pregnant... with my baby?”
“How did you...” she trailed off, knowing it was useless to try and talk to him when he was this way.
“Does it really matter how I found out? No, it doesn’t. But maybe, just maybe, if you’re trying to keep something from someone, you’ll be more careful to not say it where they can hear you!”
She opened her mouth to protest, but quickly shut it.
“What? Did you think that you could just keep it from me and then leave once school was over and pretended that it never happened? I thought you...” he trailed off, finally defeated.
She sat down, finally realizing what he was talking about and what conclusions that he must have come to.
He was still standing, towering over her, until she cleared her throat and said, “Sit.” Maybe it was because she said it so calmly, or seemed unaffected by what he just said, but he complied.
“Draco... I never tried to keep anything from you. Why would you think... I’m not even going to ask that. But you have to believe that it wasn’t my intention to keep anything from you.”
He snorted. “I’m supposed to believe that?” His face suddenly went very serious once again. “If that’s the truth, then why didn’t you just simply tell me?”
“If you’d listen to me for a moment, maybe I’d tell you.”
He looked apprehensively at her. “Go on, I’m listening.”
She rolled her eyes and then closed them briefly and hook her head slightly. “Why must you always do this? Just when... just when I think that you’ve showed me that you’ve... you go and do something like this.”
“Just tell me one thing,” he said, in a voice so low that he might not have spoken at all.
She looked at him expectantly.
His eyes stared into hers. “Is it true?”
“Is it... what... you mean... me... you...?” she asked, stuttering through all of her words.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “No, I was asking you if there was really a Santa Claus.” He paused a split second and said, practically spitting, “you should know better than that one.” He stood up and started pacing around the room. “I was referring to that,” he said, his gaze directed at her stomach. “Is it... he started, his voice softening, “is it really true? Are you... are we... having a baby?”
With her gaze toward the floor, she merely nodded. “Yes. I mean, I think so. I don’t really...”
He tiled his head in a way that could only be described as confusion. “Then what was all that.... what was it about?”
“You mean...” her mind drifting back, trying to think about exactly what it was that he could be referring to.
“For someone who is supposed to be the smarted witch of her time, I certainly seem to have to spell out things a lot.”
“Maybe if you wouldn’t be so accusatory toward me all of the time, I would be able to think and not have to always wonder what it is that you are thinking, I’d be able to keep my mind on other things.”
“You still haven’t answered my question, Hermione. It’s a simple yes or no question. Are you or aren’t you?”
She stood up so that they were eye level and put her hands on her hips. “If you’re so smart, you should be able to answer that question yourself.”
He reached forward and yanked her hand off of her hip, causing to stumble forward and almost fell into his arms. This time, however, it didn’t have the same feel that it once had.
“I don’t want to answer the question myself. I want you to tell me. Why is it so hard for you to answer? It’s a yes or a no. Unless...” a though suddenly crossed his mind, and as much as he tried to dismiss it, he couldn’t quite shake it.
“Is there something else that you need to say?” he asked, though this time the venom was gone and replaced by an uneven shaking of the voice that could almost be described as warbling.
She finally had a moment of brainstorming and realized what it was that he had been asking without actually asking it.
“I see what you’re getting at. You’re not trying to ask me if is it true, but you’re trying to ask if it’s yours. That’s the most hurtful, evil thing that I think could have come out of your mouth.”
She reached out and slapped him across the face. “I hate you. You think I hated you before? That’s nothing compared to how I feel now. Back when you were an vile, loathsome cockroach I could have just transfigured you into a real one and squashed you! Now, I don’t think that there is anything I could transfigure you into that would make you any worse than what you already are.”
“You don’t hate me, no matter how much that you try to say that you do, or want me to believe it. You know how I know? Because if you did hate me, you wouldn’t be carrying on like this. If you hated me, you wouldn’t like it when I did this.”
He pulled his face toward his and kissed her deeply and quickly, and when he finally allowed her to pull away, she was gasping for breath.
“You’re insufferable. I can’t understand you, and there are times, like this one, when I don’t know if I want to.”
He walked away a few paces and then turned around slowly and looked at her. “You don’t hate me the same way I know that you’re telling the truth.”
“If you believe me, then did you ask me... and why did you let me...”
“Because I wanted to hear you say it. Do you realize that you still haven’t said it to me?”
He once again stepped in to face her and looked her straight in the eye. “Say it. Please. I want to hear the words coming out of your mouth.”
She knew what he wanted and knew that he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. After all, wasn’t that what had gotten her into this predicament in the first place?
She looked at him and smiled, a forced one, which was the best that she could do. “I’m....I think I’m pregnant, Draco. We’re... I think we’re going to have a baby.”
He had known it was coming... after all, hadn’t he been the one who had told her that he wanted to hear her say it? But there was just something about actually hearing the words coming out of her mouth that truly stunned him. He hadn’t quite let the idea sink in until just now, and hearing it, it made him have the need to collapse onto the nearest sofa and stare at her.
“How can you... when can you...” he was practically grasping for words trying to make sense of the entire situation.
“You should know more about that than me, you know. How does it work in the Wizarding World?”
“Me? You’re asking me something like that?” he practically squeaked out.
A/N: Ok, I know this chapter is like, the definition of cheesiness. I admit, I'm not very good at writing these types of things, so I did the best that I could. So with that said, I hope you enjoyed reading.