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Bad Romance	By : Astrid-Lemons Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14480 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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Authors Note: This chapter may be a touch shorter than the others, but I wanted to get everything out in the open before really diving into it. I'm still figuring out exactly how I'm going to present the next two chapters. For the most part, I already have the full story mapped out and broken down by chapter. All I need to do is get it onto 'paper'.
Of course, I need to thank the absolutely wonderful Patty and Nari-Chan for their continued support. I've been in a bit of a rut and their kind words have helped push me along more than they know!
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Hermione shifted nervously on the balls of her feet. "Yu...you wanted to see me, Professor?" She stuttered. He looked like he was speaking to one of the paintings behind his desk. Dumbledore turned to face her giving a small smile
"Please sit down, Miss Granger." He summoned a cozy black leather arm chair from behind her. She nodded still trembling as she took a seat.
"Arthur Weasley was attacked last night." Hermione shot out of her seat opening her mouth ready to bombard the old wizard with a million questions. Dumbledore held his hand up. "He is stable. Harry and the Weasley's have already gone to check on him." Hermione slumped back into the chair.
"What happened?" She asked nervously bouncing her leg.
"Harry had a vision of Mr Weasley being attacked last night. It just so happened to be true."
"So, Voldemort is now projecting real time thoughts into Harry's mind?"
"Something like that. He and the others are safe and sound at Grimmauld place."
Hermione looked down at her hands playing with her fingers. While she was spending the night with Draco her best friends were in trouble and she wasn't there to help. Guilt washed over her, tears threatening to spill out.
"There was nothing you could have done" Dumbledore whispered walking around the desk to take Hermione's hand in his. "I have already Owled your parents telling them you would be staying at Hogwarts to take care of some prefect duties in preparation for the beginning of our next term." He paused squeezing her hand seeing the concern on her face. "Dobby is already packing your trunk for your departure as we speak."
"How will I get there?" She fretted. "The floo network is being watched and I can't apparate there."
"By portkey." He urged her out of the chair and around the other side of his desk. Hermione stumbled behind him still trembling. He pointed to a rusty teakettle perched on a dusty old crystal end table. "That will take you right into the drawing room at Grimmauld place. I have informed them of your impending arrival."
Dumbledore let go of her hand making his way back to his seat. Hermione swallowed hard giving him a weak smile as she touched the teakettle and felt the familiar jerk from behind her navel.
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"Harry open the door." Hermione said sternly knocking on the door of his room in Grimmauld place.
She had not seen him in the whole 24 hours she had been there. It seemed like everyone was walking on egg shells when it came to Harry. Even Harry's godfather, Sirius, was on edge. No one said very much about what had occurred the night before last, and she was worried beyond belief wondering what really happened. It wasn't like Harry to shut himself away from everyone.
Harry unlocked the door sticking his head out to glare at Hermione. "What?" He spat
Hermione shoved the door open pushing Harry out of the way. Her anxiety over the whole situation dissipated, being replaced by anger. "Don't you dare give me any lip!" She scowled. "I haven't seen or heard from you in almost two days."
"You shouldn't be near me. I don't want to hurt you." He sat on the bed with his head in his hands.
He looked like he hadn't slept in days. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was paler than usual. Hermione sat next to him rubbing his back. "You won't. Please, tell me what's wrong."
"I had a nightmare that Mr Weasley was being attacked by Voldemort's snake." He took a deep breath lifting his face out of his hands. "It happened... It's all my fault. He could have died."
"If it wasn't for you he would be dead, Harry." She whispered brushing his hair out of his face.
He pulled away from her, his face going red. "I was the one attacking him! I was that fucking snake! It was me! I almost fucking killed him!" Harry broke down on the brink of tears. Hermione grabbed him around his shoulders, turning towards him, and squeezed him into a tight hug.
"You know you didn't do that. You were in bed that whole night from what Ron has told me." Hermione was caught off guard as Harry wrapped his arms around her middle, burying his face in her neck as he shook with tears. "It will all be okay." She whispered playing with his hair. "We will figure this out."
"What's happening to me?" He cried. Hermione held him closer not saying another word until he had cried himself into complete exhaustion.
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Hermione tip-toed down the dusty wood steps into the kitchen. Everyone was fast asleep except for her. The past 5 days were a blur and she had yet to really sit by herself to think. She grabbed a cupcake off the counter and sat at the empty table picking at it. Harry was finally doing a bit better and the frantic feelings in the house had mellowed.
She pulled Draco's ring from under her tank-top sliding it back and forth along the necklace. She smiled thinking about their last night together. Waking up next to him felt natural, his presence made her feel complete. "I'm in love with Draco Malfoy." She whispered to herself. "And he loves me of all people." She gave a giggle shaking her head in disbelief. The guy that she spent years despising and fighting with was now the love if her life. Her mind wandered seeing Draco dressed in a tux in front of an alter waiting for her. A beautiful platinum blond baby tucked away safely in her arms. The reality of it all smacked her in the face. Those things would probably never happen given the war.
She sighed and peeled back the paper from her cup cake taking a few bites before tossing it in the trash. She stretched and made her way up the stairs. Hermione had stepped onto the first landing when her stomach began to lurch. She dashed into the bathroom at the end of the hall, barely making it to the toilet. She sat on the floor laying her head on the cool porcelain as her stomach settled. "It must be my nerves." She thought to herself standing up on shaky legs. She turned on the cold tap splashing her face with the freezing water to get her wits about herself.
As she made her exit she bumped into a tall dark cloaked figure standing right outside the door. She jumped back hitting her head on the door frame.
"Why are you out of bed wandering about?" Snape asked crossing his arms.
Hermione rubbed the back of her head glaring up at him. "Last time I checked we were not at Hogwarts and you were off duty, Professor." She challenged.
Snape looked her up and down cringing. "May I remind you, Miss Granger, this is the house of the order, not a common muggle brothel." She looked down at her tight tank-top and short pajama shorts feeling the anger well up in her chest leaving her speechless. She growled pushing past him.
"One last thing." Snape said turning to face her again.
"What now?" She hissed putting her hands on her hips.
"Not that it is any of my business, but when were you planning on making Mr Malfoy aware of your current..." His eyes traveled down to her midsection. "... Affliction..."
Hermione froze. How did he know about Draco and what did he mean by 'affliction'? She cocked her head to the side. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. Malfoy and I? You must be feeling ill professor."
"The serpent ring around your neck says otherwise." She cursed herself for not tucking it back in her shirt before leaving the bathroom. His eyes narrowed at her. "Not to mention, the show you two shamelessly put on in the astronomy tower. I'm not blind nor stupid, Miss Granger."
Her heart was pounding out of her chest. There was no way she could logically deny it now. "I wasn't aware that my romantic relationships were any of your business." She snapped. "And what do you mean by 'affliction'?" She added raising her eyebrows.
"For a witch so academically gifted, you are insufferably challenged when it comes to common sense." He scowled glancing back down to her abdomen.
Hermione's eyebrows knit together as she followed his gaze. "Yea, I've put on some weight. How nice of you to point that out." She said folding her arms over her middle cutting her eyes at him. "If you are trying to insinuate that I am with child you have lost your mind. One would have to miss a period to be..." She trailed off as another wave of nausea overtook her.
How had she not realized that she had missed not one period but 2 or 3? The constant vomiting and pumpkin juice fiasco should have been a red flag. She had been so caught up in her studies, friends, and Draco that she never made any of these connections.
"Put on some proper clothes and meet me in my study on the top floor." Snape whispered harshly disappearing with a swish of his cloak.
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The room was dark and musty. The walls were lined with shelves upon shelves of books. In the center was a large chestnut desk covered in scratches and cracks, with a stony faced Professor Snape seated behind it. Hermione sat with her knees to her chest on the uncomfortable scratchy love seat in front of him.
Snape stood up with obvious irritation. "Take this." He growled handing her a vial of potion. "I would prefer you didn't regurgitate in my room. The stench in here is already bad enough."
She glared at him snatching the vial and downing the potion in one gulp. She felt instant relief as she set the empty vial back on his desk. "Thank you." She mumbled standing to leave.
"Not so fast Granger." He caught her arm pulling her to face him. "There is a Witching Ward in a small building behind St Mungo's." He said matter-of-factly taking a seat behind the desk again conjuring a stack of papers.
"I'm going to be killed if this gets out to the wrong people, aren't I?" She asked looking up at him.
"You are carrying around the child of the only male heir left to a wealthy, well respected, pure-blood family. While you are hosting that child you will be safe."
"But I'm a muggle-born." She replied confused.
Snape let out a long irritated breath. "The child will be half-blood. While the Malfoy's will be cross, the Dark Lord is not going to execute a child that carries such a strong, ancient bloodline." He gestured her over to the desk holding out the stack of conjured papers.
"Francesca DeLoon?" She questioned reading the name on the top paper.
"These are documents to take to the Witching Ward later today." He said standing to shoo her out the door. "This will conceal your identity while being looked at."
Hermione stopped at the door, turning to look at Snape with tears in her eyes. "Draco doesn't need to know about this."
"You can't hide this forever, stop being so daft."
"I have no intentions of remaining pregnant." She said looking down at her slippers fidgeting.
"Look at me Granger." He commanded. She obliged using the back of her hand to wipe the tears from her cheek. "I couldn't care less what your decision is, but do try to get it through your thick skull that just because the... evidence... is gone doesn't mean it never happened. Ruminate on that and get out of my sight." He hissed.
She turned on her heal walking out into the hall still in complete shock.
"Happy Christmas." Snape growled under his breath slamming the door behind her.
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