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For the Love of Malfoy	By : emisloser Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 31738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione stood in her room wearing only her bra and underwear. She was standing sideways in front of her full length mirror, softly rubbing her stomach, a single tear running down her cheek.

...I'm pregnant.

-Flashback-

"It might hurt the baby!"

"...What?"

"Some medicines hurt your baby! You should not take it while it is still growing inside of you!'

Hermione chuckled nervously. "No, Dobby. I'm not pregnant. Just gaining a bit of weight is all. And - and I've got the flu. That's why I've been feeling so sick..." It sounded faulty to Hermione's own ears.

Dobby's head shook from side to side, his large ears flopping noisily against his neck. "No, friend of Harry Potter. You are with child! Us house elves know these things."

Hermione shook her head in fear. "No. No, I'm not pregnant."

Hermione couldn't help but rake over the facts. Her stomach and sides had grown slightly. Her breasts were larger, softer, more sensitive. She had skipped her period (though she was rather irregular) and she had been feeling nauseous and tired as of late...

Oh my god...I'm pregnant?

-End Flashback-

After making Dobby swear not to tell anyone, he had left. Hermione ran to the bathroom and tested herself with the "pregnolous" spell and watched in horror as red sparks flew out from the end of her wand.

Hermione was pregnant...

...and Draco Malfoy was the father.

Instead of crying and and throwing herself onto her bed, Hermione was sent into a sort of trance as she slowly undressed to look at the developments of her body. Her stomach was sticking out, only slightly. No one would know any better. Her breasts were hanging out of her bra, proving it to be far too small for their size.

"What am I going to do?" she asked herself aloud in a shaky voice.

She stood there quietly for nearly 5 minutes before she came to a decision. She was going to keep the child. And she wasn't going to tell a soul.

This was her responsibility. Her mistake. Her child, and she was going to face this challenge the same way she's faced every one before it. Head on.

She couldn't tell Harry or Ron, they just wouldn't understand. And she couldn't tell her parents, even the thought of it made her shudder. They all would be so disappointed in her. And Hermione couldn't stand it when people were disappointed in her. But most importantly, she could not let Malfoy find out. He would demand an abortion, saying that he would not let her birth such a travesty. The baby would not be born of a pure blooded mother, and that would be sin in Malfoy's eyes.

Hermione would not let him kill what was now a piece of her. This child was hers.

And hers alone.

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Hermione stepped into the hall with her books over her stomach and her head held high. This was to be her 4th month so she was entering her second trimester of pregnancy. Her belly was quiet obvious now, and if she hadn't placed the disillusioning charm on her stomach each day, she was sure most everyone would notice.

She was happy at least, that the last few months were over with. The nausea had all but gone, and her mood swings weren't as severe. Luckily, due to her position as Head Girl, she was able to take books from the library without checking them out, so no questions were asked on the multiple books on pregnancy she had taken.

Hermione sighed. This whole thing was becoming far more difficult than she ever could have imagined. She had to practice walking around her room every night so that she wouldn't give off the waddle she had grown. She had to avoid any contact in the area around her stomach, such as hugs and sitting too close to her desks. The pain in her lower back had grown almost unbearable, and it took all of her strength not to place a supportive hand there as she walked. But most off all, she wanted to tell someone. She needed someone by her side, to support her, to tell her that everything was going to be alright.

But who?

Harry and Ron were a no go. They would freak. And Hermione wasn't sure she could take that much excitement in her delicate state. So Hermione had decided on the best girlfriend she had, Ginny. She always had a word of comfort and she often seemed wise beyond her years. Mrs. Weasely had given Ginny a bit of her motherly instinct, Hermione guessed. So, after her Defense Against the Dark Arts class, she would go to Ginny and confess. But first...she had to get to from one side of the castle to the other.

Ok, Hermione. Here we go...

Hermione was practically panting as she entered the classroom and searched franticly around for a seat, only to find with horror, none to be available. Her feet were aching and she was panting quietly as a small sob left her throat. She waddled toward Harry and Ron.

"Thanks for leaving me a seat, guys."

Harry threw up his hands in defense. "Hey! We tried! It looks like Lupin combined two of his classes today, and everyone was fighting for seats." Hermione looked around the classroom. There were a lot more students today...

Including Malfoy.

He sat near the end of the classroom talking to Blaise Zabini. The two Slytherins were surrounded by girls, all staring and giggling in their direction, some with drool falling from their open mouths. Hermione shook her head in disgust.

"Well...do one of you mind standing so that I can sit down?" She asked in a small voice.

Ron shook his head, "No way! We fought tooth and nail for these seats!" Harry nudged him in the ribs. "Ow! What was that for?!"

Harry stood. "You can have this seat, 'Moine." Hermione gave him a thankful smile as she slowly lowered herself to the chair with a grunt. She looked up at the boys, whom were staring back at her with questioning glances. Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "Just slept wrong, I guess. My body's all sore." Harry was on the verge of asking her something when Professor Lupin entered the classroom.

Hermione sighed, Saved by Lupin.

"Welcome everyone! I have a very exciting lesson for you all today. Before you ask why I have combined my two classes, let me just come right out and tell you. Today, students, I am going to teach you about Boggarts! Now can anyone tell me what a Boggart is?" All eyes turned to Hermione. She kept her hand down, and there were a few surprised gasps. She of course knew the answer, but she wanted to keep a low profile during her "condition".

It wasn't working...

"No one? Well then, I'll tell you. A boggart is a shape-shifter that takes on the form of its intended victim's worst fear. It generally likes to hide in dark, enclosed places, such as in closets, under beds, or in hollow trees. And today, you'll all be facing it!" A nervous chatter sounded throughout the room and Hermione couldn't help but think that this wasn't going to be good.

"We'll do it row by row. Harry, your row's first. Please come forward to the front of the classroom."

This definitely isn't going to be good.

Harry's row included her, Ron, Neville, 2 other Gryfindors, and 3 Ravenclaws. Hermione somehow got pushed to the front. She turned around and hissed at Ron, "Ron! Go in front of me! Please!!"

"What? NO way! I'm not going first!" Little did he know that he hadn't any choice in the matter. Hermione took a step behind him and pushed him forward as Professor Lupin turned to face him.

"Now, when I release the boggart" he said, motioning toward a large, rattling box, "You will be faced with the thing that you fear the most. It is very important that you remain calm. What you have to do is picture in your mind's eye something that amuses you, or something that you find funny. Then you point your wand at the boggart and say, very clearly, 'Riddikulus'." Lupin turned toward the class. "Now repeat after me, 'Riddikulus'!"

As he had the class repeate the spell several times, Hermione found that she was shaking and was beginning to feel rather faint. She had managed to sneak her way behind Neville before Lupin turned back to them. Alright then, Mr. Weasely! Wand at the ready? Good! Let's start!" Professor Lupin opened the box and stepped back just as a 8 foot sweater came tumbling out of the box. Many students were already laughing, but Ron was shaking and a light sweat had broken out over his forehead. The sweater was red with a giant R on the front of it, and looked to be hand sewn. Ron raised his wand slowly and was about to cast the spell when the seam that went across the neck opened up, as if to be a mouth.

"RON! RON-WEAR ME! I WAS MADE WITH LOVE, FROM MUMMY TO YOU!"

Ron closed his eyes tightly, "NO! I will NOT wear you!! Riddikulus!" The sweater unraveled and fell to the floor as the class laughed loudly, not so much at the boggart than at Ron.

Neville stepped forward. The yarn from the floor twisted and took shape and several students screamed as a 10 foot Mountain Troll stood dumbly in front of him, holding a large piece of a tree limb. His beady eyes stared down at Neville, who was shaking and looking around for any kind of help.

"You're wand Neville!" Yelled Professor Lupin. "Cast the spell!"

Neville rose his wand as the Troll made its first step toward him. "Riddikulus!" he screamed. The troll looked down to find itself wearing a pink tutu and holding a cute little plastic muggle wand were his club used to be. Hermione did not laugh along with the rest of the class. Her vision was beginning to swim and as she stepped forward, she risked a glance in Malfoy's direction. He smirked at her as he gave a kissy face and Hermione quickly turned her head to face something much worse.

The boggart swam in the air for a moment before taking shape. Hermione found herself face to face...with herself. She stood in shock as the boggart Hermione opened it's mouth to speak...

"Malfoy..."

The class roared with laughter, and Hermione's eyes widened with horror.

Please...no!

The Boggart opened it's mouth again..."Malfoy, I need to tell you! I'm -"

Hermione's vision turned black just as she hit the floor.

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A.N.

Hahahaha...Hermione tested herself with the "pregnolous" charm! Nice, huh? No, not really. I was desperate.

Guess what, though? This is a double chapter update! So keep reading!

PS - I got the description for a Boggart at http://en.wikipedia.org.

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