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You Won't Know	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A mad-hatter grin split Malfoy’s face when he spotted Ron. He could not recall ever looking foreword to seeing the git, and wasn’t that a day when hell froze over?

But he needed Ron, and right now, he could tell that Ron looked in desperate need of companionship.

He was sitting in the darkest corner of the tavern, where even the light seemed unable to penetrate, and was staring at a shot glass of fire whiskey. A half-empty bottle sat not to far away from his hands, which were splayed out on the table.

He looked dazed—and maybe just a little frustrated.

Perrrfect, his mind purred.

Masking his grin with his signature aloofness, he approached Ron with a hauteur that would have made his father proud.

Ron did not glance up, so Malfoy sat across from him and considered when or if he should initiate conversation.

He didn’t have to—Potter, with his usual ability to appear when trouble, or in Malfoy’s case fun—reared its head strolled in and sat ungracefully in the only unoccupied seat.

“Blazes, what’s the matter Ron? You look like hell.”

Good, Malfoy thought, and barely managed to hide another grin. Must maintain a cool head if this was going to work at all.

Ron looked miserably at Malfoy’s face, then at Harry’s, before returning to stare back at his whiskey.

“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad. What happened? Did you get fired? Did you and Hermione get into a fight? Is this about the baby?”

Ron looked aghast, “No, yes, no—I mean—Christ!” He put his hands on his head and dropped it on the table with a thunk, nearly taking out the fire whiskey, which would have been bad since Malfoy was just about to pour himself a drink, sit back, and listen.

Potter looked at Ron patiently, and Ron turned, his hands in his slightly too long hair, then stared straight ahead into space, “Have you ever been with someone—and you looked at them and they suddenly weren’t who you thought they were?”

Potter frowned and looked Malfoy, who raised his shoulders slightly, indicating he could offer no solace to his bereaved friend.

“Um, let me get this straight. Are you asking me if I’ve been with a girl and realized they were someone else…are you having second thoughts about Hermione?”

Ron turned and looked at him with wide eyes, “No! I mean, I was, I mean—I do sometimes, but only because I’m nervous, you know—but I mean Harry—I came home last night to talk to her about this. And then we went to, well you know, and it wasn’t her. I thought it was her, but it wasn’t! But then it was her! Harry, I’m going nuts or Hermione has been possessed or something—I’m—

Harry shook his head, “Don’t girls get all—“ he waved his hands to indicate something beyond him, “Different when they’re pregnant? Like act differently?”

Malfoy was finding it very hard to contain his amusement.

Ron stared at the table, “I don’t know mate, I don’t know. Me mum went into a spell –casting frenzy—she would only cast one kind of spell, and she had to eat all the time when she was with the twins. But I don’t know—Harry I swear I thought it wasn’t her—it was like—“ Ron tried to search for the words to describe it.

Potter frowned. He was worried about his friend, he looked sincerely worried. “You’ve been under a lot of stress, right? With the baby and everything?”

Ron glared at him, “I didn’t imagine it!”

Malfoy almost felt like patting Weasley on the head and saying, ‘Good boy’ for that outburst.

Potter put his hands up defensively, “I’m not saying it wasn’t real, but it might not happen again. And if you’re really worried, you could always take Hermione to the healers and see that everything is okay.”

Exhausted, Ron collapsed, as if bearing a great weight. “Yeah—I don’t want to worry her about any of this. She’s been so moody lately.”

Malfoy smiled secretively I bet.

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Hermione stood under the shower, hot water raining down upon her. It was still to early in the pregnancy to show a bump, but she massaged her tummy nevertheless.

Lately she felt…strange. She had never run across in any of research regarding female pregnancies the high rate of forgetfulness—or the strange sense of de ja vu that seemed to haunt her footsteps. She could not shake the feeling that something was going on somewhere.

She slept all the time. That was not terribly unheard of—and some witches did have a reports of behavior that was not printed in any human article she had come across.

She called the doctor constantly to make sure everything was okay—to make sure she was okay.

Ron was acting strange—in the past few weeks, conversation had become stifled, and during the last few days he looked at her as if he was agitated. She didn’t know what was the matter. They hadn’t had sex in weeks…

She heard the bathroom door open, and tensed when the curtains were flung back and Ron stood there.

His cheeks were flushed, and his nostrils flared. He did not look like the normal, cheerful Ron she was accustomed to seeing.

Without saying a word, he stepped into the shower, still clothed, and kissed her fiercely, his mouth bruising hers but she didn’t care. She kissed him back, her tongue thrusting into his mouth, her hands on his chest, his body, rubbing up the sides. His shirt was wet and plastered to his body and she found it incredibly sexy.

He ran his hands down her body, and pulled back to look her in the eyes, and they stood suspended for that moment, before she leaned foreword and took his mouth again.

He hesitated, but it was him who leaned down to quickly release his cock, and also him who aimed it in such a way that it slammed into her.

She’d already been wet and primed for his invasion; a satisfied moan left her as she arched her back away from the shower wall. It was a miracle they hadn’t both slipped in the midst of it all. She didn’t care about consequences.

He pounded into her, his hips moving in just the right way that she felt every inch of him slide into her; hitting her clit in just the right way. She saw stars, she thought she was going to come apart and explode—and then she was—her pussy clenching around his cock.

Ron hissed, and from beneath half-lidded eyes she nearly came again—she’d never seen him look so frightening—and at the same time so incredibly hott—as he gritted his teeth and swore, cumming inside of her.

Afterwards, he sagged against her, and she wrapped her arms around him, the water barely noticed as she stroked his back, her hands in his hair.

“I love you,” She murmured.

He froze, then trembled. She felt it through the entire length of his body, and held him all the more tighter.

What was happening to them?

His hands stroked gently up her chest, then up to her shoulders and neck.

He pulled back and looked at her, and his eyes were burning into hers, “Do you?”

She met his gaze, “Of course.”

She felt his hands tighten around her throat. “Then die.”

It hurt…then darkness.
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