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Hermione stood in front of her full length mirror in her room crying softly. This wasn't meant to have happened. She had done all the spells correctly, this shouldn't have happened. Her hand ran over her smooth flat stomach and her tears began to flow faster as she realised what this meant.
"Hermione?" She looked up and saw a pair of bright green eyes filled with worry looking at her from behind round glasses, his black hair all over the place like normal.
"Harry." She croaked softly, he rushed over and pulled the girl who was like a sister to him in to his arms as she wept. He rubbed her back.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked softly as she clung to him.
"I... I... I'm pregnant." Hermione sobbed and she felt her friend tense.
"Is it...?" She knew what he was trying to ask.
"No, it's not Ron's." He sighed sadly.
"Oh Hermione." He held her close. "Whose is it?" Her bottom lip wobbled like mad and Harry had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"M... Malfoy's." Hermione said softly. Dread filled Harry; this was the worst thing that could possibly happen to her. "It happened when me and Ron were on a break. I was just so frustrated and upset that I wasn't thinking straight." She sobbed into his shoulder. He rubbed her back, he didn't blame her. After all Ron had them on breaks any time he felt like it and expected Hermione to be there waiting when he wanted her back. He knew she was bound to snap at some point. But why did it have to be Malfoy. Harry sighed and pulled the sobbing girl close.
"I did all the right charms." She wept. "And they were perfect. I checked." Harry had a very good idea why she had gotten pregnant. He was going to skin Malfoy alive when he got his hands on him.
He held her for hours as she wept and finally feel asleep. Harry tucked her in to bed, before getting up and leaving. He walked back to the common room to find Ron bragging about the war again. Harry sighed and went and sat next to Ginny.
"Where have you been all day?" She asked softly.
"With Hermione, she's really upset."
"About what?" Ginny asked worried.
"I'll let her tell you when she's ready." Harry said softly. Ginny looked worried but didn't press the subject. She knew how precious Hermione was to Harry. Ginny hugged him, wishing she could help.
"We'll figure something out Harry. It's going to be fine."
"I sure hope so." Harry said softly holding his girlfriend close.
Hermione woke the next morning. Her cheeks covered in the remains of her tears, she brushed them away and looked down at her tummy, uncertainly clawing at her chest. She needed to talk to Malfoy. Getting up, Hermione pulled on her clothes and exited the Gryffindor tower before anyone else and went down to the Great Hall. Not many people were there. There was five Hufflepuffs, a dozen Ravenclaws and only two Slytherin's. Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini sat muttering to each other. Hermione took a deep breath before walking over to the Slytherin's.
"Malfoy." She called. He looked up and a sneer covered his face. "We need to talk."
"I highly doubt that Granger." He drawled. Hermione gritted her teeth.
"We need to talk." She said slowly emphasising each word.
"Oh fine." He said with an eye roll at Blaise. Blaise nodded politely to Hermione and get her a small apologetic smile. Hermione smiled and nodded back to him. Blaise had always been civil to her. Draco stood up ignoring his best friend and followed her out of the Great Hall. Hermione lead him to the side of the entrance, hall biting her lip and wringing her hands nervously.
“I need to ask you something.” She said her voice shaking slightly. Get yourself together Hermione. She scolded herself. You’re a Gryffindor, your brave.
“And what would that be Granger.” Draco drawled cutting of her thoughts.
“About a month ago we umm…”
“I know what we did Granger.” He smirked at her discomfort. “And so do you.”
“Yes, I know what we did.” She hissed back, using her anger to clear her mind. “What I want to know is did you disrupt my anti-pregnancy spells?”
“Why would I do that Granger?” He drawled, his smirk getting bigger.
“Oh my god you did.” She started shaking like mad. “Why would you do that? You hate me!”
“I wanted to see if I could.” He drawled.
“Well you can!” She hissed and turned away but he caught her arm and spun her back to face him.
“You’re hiding something Granger. What aren’t you telling me”? Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes.
“I’m pregnant because of you!” She hissed angrily and pulled out of his grasp. Fury filled her at the smirk that covered his face.
“Good.”
“You wanted this? Why would you? I’m a mudblood!”
“Didn't stop me that night.” He shrugged. “And anyway you’re the Golden Girl everyone loves you.”
“I’m going to Madam Pomfrey, I don't want this.” Hermione flinched at the anger that covered his face.
“You're not getting rid of it.” He snapped angrily at her.
“It’s my body.” Hermione said.
“My child.” He countered.
“Why are you being so selfish?” Hermione hissed back. “It’s my body and I know for a fact that you won't want it!”
“It’s my first child Granger, my parent’s first grandchild; you're not taking that off me.”
“You hate me!”
“No, but I won't marry you just because you're pregnant.” Hermione felt her heart clench.
“I wouldn't want to marry you anyway.” She spat back before she turned and stormed off.
Hermione couldn't bring herself to terminate that child when the option was offered to her. Harry had respected her decision know that she wasn't that type of girl. Ron had taken it badly and in the end Ginny had had to slap some sense in to her brother. Hermione was glad that there was only few months left of Hogwarts. People were whispering and pointing as she passed her tummy getting steadily larger as the weeks went by. Harry, Ginny and Neville were very supportive of her and made her feel better about not getting rid of the child. Ron wasn't happy at all about her decision but he stayed by her side never the less. Hermione was happy that Ron was by her side she wasn't sure how she could do this without him.
Hermione sat nervously in potions. It had quickly become her lest favourite subject as it was one of the few she shared with Malfoy. He would watch her for the whole time a smirk on his handsome face. Hermione had been partnered with Neville, much to Neville’s relief. Hermione wrapped and arm protectively around her swollen tummy as she once again noticed Malfoy staring. Neville sent him a glare and rubbed Hermione’s arm softly.
“Just ignore him Hermione.” Neville whispered softly. She looked at him and gave him a smile.
“I’ll try Ne… Oh.” Her eyes went wide and she placed her hand on her tummy, before a wide smile covered her mouth.
“Hermione?” Neville asked softly, worry on his face. Hermione took his hand and placed it on her tummy and Neville could feel little kicks.
“He’s kicking.” She whispered. Neville stared at her bump in shock.
“Wow.” He said in a hushed voice. Hermione’s oh hadn’t gone unnoticed by everyone else and Harry came rushing over to make sure she was OK.
“Hermione are you OK?” he asked worried she turned her beam on Harry and Neville put Harry’s hand on her tummy. “Oh… Wow.” Harry said in a hushed awed voice. Suddenly another hand pushed Harry’s away and Hermione tensed as the long pale fingers splayed over her swollen tummy.
“Don’t touch me.” She hissed angrily.
“Hush Granger.” He drawled as he smiled. “He’s strong and healthy, good.” Hermione pushed his hand off her.
“I said don't touch me!” She snapped.
“Don't be difficult Granger. It’s as much my child as yours.” Hermione scoffed loudly. His face hardened.
“Leave her alone Malfoy.” Harry said.
“Keep out of it Potter.”
“Leave her alone then.” Harry said again. Draco pressed his hand against her tummy before she could do anything.
“This child is mine.” He practically snarled. Hermione swatted his hand away angrily.
“No.” She snapped at the two startled faces. “This baby is mine.” She swept out of the dungeon as quickly as her pregnancy would allow. Harry watched her go knowing she needed time to herself but Malfoy stormed off after her.
Hermione stood panting at the top of the marble staircase holding her tummy.
“Stupid stairs.” She mumbled angrily.
“Granger!” She gritted her teeth as she heard him yell her name. She huffed before walking away from the sound of his footfalls. She hadn't got more than five feet before he caught her arm and spun her to face him. “What the hell was that?” He snapped.
“The truth.” Hermione snapped back pulling her arm from his grip. “You have no claim on my child.”
“He’s my child!” Draco snapped.
“No you’re the sperm donor.” Hermione hissed viciously, Draco looked like she had just slapped him. “You forced me to get pregnant and you expect me to let you near MY child.” Hermione stressed "my".
“You weren't complaining when you were in my bed.” Draco hissed back. “You were enjoying yourself awfully, screaming my name over and over.” This time she did slap him.
“Shut up! Just shut up!” She looked away tears in her eyes. “You're a foul git! Just leave me alone.”
“Not going to happen Granger, you're carrying my child.”
“Why do you care so much? You won't even acknowledge him after he’s born. You'll act like he doesn’t exist. You don't want a bastard child be your heir, so don't pretend you care about him.” What she said hit Draco like a ton of bricks and when she left Draco didn't go after her.
Hermione fled to the Gryffindor common room trying so hard not to cry. She whispered the password to the Fat Lady and rushed in. She curled up on one of the plush armchairs in front of the fire crying. She wrapped her arms protectively around her swollen belly. Hot salty tears burned her eyes and a few of the rebellious ones rolled down her cheeks. She bowed her head and sobbed softly. She didn't know why Malfoy was getting so possessive of her baby. He had even told her what he wanted to name it. Scorpius. Hermione rubbed her hand over her bump. She would never admit it but she was planning to use the name. At lest that way he would have some connection to his father, even if it was just that he had picked his name. It broke her heart to know that her son was always going to be an outcast.
"I love you Scorp." She whispered softly. "Your mammy loves you and always will." Her tears hit her robes. She quickly brushed them away with a soft sigh. Hermione knew she was going to have to be strong now. Not for herself but for Scorpius. He needed her. She yawned and stretched slightly. Hermione watched the flames dance along the logs of the fire and her eyes drooped until finally she dropped off into a fitful slumber.
She awoke to hushed voices. One of them not very happy.
"You can't do this to her. She needs you more than ever." A very angry female voice, that Hermione recognised as Ginny snapped softly.
"Its nothing to do with you so back off Gin." A male voice snapped back. Ron, Hermione though bitterly. She had a very good idea of what was coming.
"Don't talk to her like that." Another male voice snapped. Harry.
"And don't you dare speak of Hermione like that. You were the one who broke it off with her in the first place." A third male voice hissed. Neville? Surprise and gratitude filled her at the sound of Neville defending her. Many of Gryffindor house had turned on her when she had found out she was pregnant with Draco's child. In fact nearly all of her year had turned on her the only exceptions being Harry, Ginny, Neville, Luna and she had thought Ron too, obviously she had been wrong. Though to her great surprise Blaise Zabini of Slytherin had also been very nice to her. Well he had never been nasty to her in the first place but now he was looking out of her and had even stopped a group of Slytherin girls from calling her a whore, slut and other degrading names but had then apologised to her about them.
"Don't you stick you for her too!" Ron snapped louder only to be slushed by Ginny.
"I'll stick up for my friend who is being accused of horrible things." Neville whispered back.
"She's carrying another man's child. What do you expect me to do?"
"Stay by her side." Harry said in a soft voice. "She needs us, now more than ever. How many times has she been there for us? It's time we do the same."
"But Malfoy." Ron whined.
"Ron stop being such a baby and grow up. Hermione never cheated on you and your being idiotic with all this talk of she was meant to wait for you." Ginny snapped angrily.
"Yes." Ron snapped back.
"That's stupid." Ginny growled back.
"We were on a break." Ron snapped back.
"Exactly." Neville said backing Ginny up. "You left her. So she slept with someone else..."
"It's not that she got pregnant with another man is it?" Harry interrupted. "It's the fact that it's Malfoy's and she didn't get rid of it."
"She shouldn't be happy that she's carrying the ferret's spawn but she is. Have you seen her? Rubbing her tummy like this is some wonderful thing." Hermione froze. "She should of got rid of that thing when she had the chance." She felt sick and betrayed Ron had just called Scorpius a thing, she couldn't take it any more and she opened her eyes. Ginny was the first to notice.
"Oh Hermione I'm sorry did we wake you?" Worry filled her voice. Hermione shook her head as she got up.
"He's not a thing." She said softly looking right at Ron. "He's my son."
"He shouldn't be here." Ron snapped back. Hermione felt her heart break.
"But he is and I'm not getting rid of him Ron. He needs me and I need you." She stepped forward to comfort him but he slapped her hands away. She flinched. "Ron please."
"No, you know what I've had enough." Ron snapped at her. "We're through." Tears rolled down Hermione's cheeks for the second time that day.
"Ron... please don't do this." She whispered.
"You're meant to be mine." He snapped.
"I am." She said pleadingly.
"No... you're not. If you were you wouldn't be carrying that thing or at least you wouldn't be happy about it."
"It's not his fault who his father is." Hermione whispered completely heartbroken.
"No it's yours." Ron spat nastily. "If you hadn't be such a slut." Harry and Neville made angry noises of outrage, Ginny gasped and wrapped an arm around a tearful Hermione. "And let the fetter between your legs in the first place we wouldn't be in this situation." Anger filled Hermione and she pulled away from Ginny and got right in Ron's face.
"At least Draco cares about the women under him and doesn't just think about himself." Ron's face turned puce. "Draco's is so much better then you ever were!" She yelled the last part and there were multiple gasps from the people in the common room as an angry Hermione stormed out of the room.
"You deserved that Ron." Harry muttered. "You're such a selfish prick." He walked off Neville and Ginny following.
Hermione waddled through the many corridor's. She didn't know where she was going, her vision blurry from the tears that were flowing like twin waterfalls down her pale cheeks. She had planned on going to the library and reading but when she had arrived she couldn't bring herself to go in and had just carried on walking. After half an hour of walking Hermione crashed in to a hard muscular chest she stumbled back but a arm caught her. Hermione was shocked, not many people would help her now. Only Malfoy, Harry and Neville would ever try and catch her. Looking up she blinked back her tears.
"What's wrong?" A male voice said. Hermione recognised it right away.
"Blaise Zabini?" She said as she looked up at the handsome Slytherin.
"The one and only." He replied looking at her worried. "Now what's wrong?" He softly wiped her tears away with his fingers. Hermione wasn't used to such a gentle touch from anyone but Harry. "Who's upset you? If it was Draco again I'll kick his backside for you."
"No... It wasn't Dra...Malfoy." She said softly, wondering why he was being so nice.
"Then who?" The clear worry in his face and voice cracked her final defence and tears began rolling quicker down her cheeks.
"Ron." Blaise frowned and anger filled his deep brown eyes.
"What did the weasel do?"
"He broke up with me." She whispered.
"Why would he do that?" Blaise said confused.
"Because I'm carrying Malfoy's child." She said her bottom lip wobbling. His frown deepened.
"What else?" He rested his hands on her shoulders and looked her full in the face. "What else did he say?"
"He called me a slut." Hermione voice broke and she broke down completely. Blaise gathered her up in his arms and held her to his chest as she wept brokenly.
"You're not a slut." He said softly rubbing circles on her back.
"Why do you care so much?" She whispered back. "Draco's your best friend why do you care about me more than him?" Blaise sighed softly.
"Blood always comes first. My loyalty is to my family before my house mates." He said. Hermione looked up at him confused.
"I don't understand." She said back.
"I'm sick of standing idly by Hermione." She blinked confusion filling her caramel eyes so very similar to his. "For seven years I have stood by and watched people torment you because of your so called "bad-blood". Well no more."
"I don't understand. Why do you care so much what people call me?"
"Saying your a mud-blood insults me and my family." Hermione frowned. "Your no more a mud-blood than I am." He finished.
"I'm not a muggle-born am I?" Blaise shook his head. "Am I your cousin or something?"
"Your my twin sister Hermione."