A/N: Hello hello hello my beautiful readers..... :)

I’ve had an intense day, which inspired this chapter. I drew Hermione in my journal today. She looks wonderful! Clear mental picture - check. Some interesting things happen! Please enjoy and Happy winter break you all y’all fellow high schoolers out there!

Hermione woke up, and felt something change in her head. It was Saturday. She needed to pull herself out of the blue. She walked into her bathroom and waved her wand. Her curls disentangled, and the dry blood disappeared from the cuts on her legs and wrists. Her hair was by no means beautiful, but a week without shampoo had done it good.

“Okay, Maya.” She said aloud. “Time to warm up.”

She had spent the week in her room without lighting a fire once. She was pretty sure her toes were frostbitten. At the time, the cold had felt so good.

She stepped into the shower and steam rose off her body. She felt feeling return to her flesh.

‘Oh holy lord’ she thought ‘I haven’t eaten for four days! I’m pregnant! Stupid, Maya! Stupid! Babies need nourishment!’

As she conditioned her hair and stretched under the hot water, she thought that the baby might actually do her good. She would have to eat properly, for one. Hermione stepped out of the shower.

Her eyes shone normally. No bright fever burned in their depths. She wrapped a towel around her head, and exited her bathroom.

And screamed.

Draco Malfoy was standing in the doorway.

And she was naked.

She fled back into the bathroom, and slammed the door. She would continue her morning routine in private.

Draco Malfoy had a raging hard-on.

Her body was perfect.

Large breasts - but not overly large fat pouches. Beautiful globes that were highlighted by droplets of water and tapering to a narrow waist. Too narrow, he realized. He could clearly see the lines of her ribs, and her wide hip-bones were stark against her creamy skin. Her thighs were slim columns of flesh, narrowing from an apex of dark curls.

God, she was beautiful. Too thin, though.

What else could he think about, after seeing that goddess in the flesh?

He was embarrassingly turned-on.

He stood up and left her room, to wait in the commons of the Head Boy and Girl’s dorm.

Hermione left her bathroom to find a mercifully empty room. She dressed in a mechanical fashion, not really caring what she put on, as long as it was a color that helped her blend into the background.

When she was dressed, she exited the room and saw the hall empty. Thank God.

However, she had no such luck with the commons.

As soon as she entered, Draco stood.

“Hello, Hermione.” He said with a sneer.

“Good job, malfoy. You’re well on your way to winning that contest, there.” Replied Hermione sarcastically.

He moved closer.

Her heart sped up. She was in danger, and the ancient fight-or-flight reaction was taking over her body. She needed to do something.

“Granger?”

“What, Malfoy?”

She refocused.

Draco Malfoy was not on his knee on the floor in front of her.

He was not reaching for her hand.

This was a dream.

Or a nightmare.

“May I court you?”

“WHAT?”

“I said, may I court you? “

“Draco Malfoy, you are not honestly asking this. Do you think, that after all you’ve done to me, that I would actually let you court me?”

“I’m surprised you’re actually this calm. My father wrote me a letter, and basically stated that if I did not court you, he would disown me. To me, you were nothing but a piece of ass. But, my seed is growing inside you, therefore, I have claims to that child. Wizards generally choose to marry, unless they cannot stand each other. So, I am courting you. I have no choice in the matter.”

Hermione fell silent. Her emotions were in turmoil.

‘What is best for the baby? What is best for me? Will I ever be able to look at him and not fear him? Hermione pull yourself together! This is for the baby. Do this. Say yes.’

“Fine, Malfoy. Fine, do your little pureblood - courting thing. I’m doing this for the baby, so I know what hell I’m putting it into, when its finally born.”

“Thank you, Granger. May I take you out to dinner?”

Hermione looked at him in disbelief.

“Really, Malfoy? Really?”

He smirked, a one-sided smirk that turned her on and made her want to punch him at the same time.

She wondered, did he do this to all women?

This infuriating, teasing, aggravating thing?

Her masochistic side reveled in his treatment of her.

Her sensible side rejected it.

“Fine. Dinner. No blood status things, though, please? Just - dinner. Pretend it’s a blind date. That we’ve never seen each other before in our lives. That will make it easier, right?”

“Well, Granger, I had forseen you saying this. There’s a potion.”

“What?”

“A potion. It’ll - make you forget about what I’ve done to you.”

“I don’t want to forget, Malfoy.”

“Not forever. Just for six hours. I think - I agree with you about pretending that we’ve never seen each other.”

“You have to take it too.” Hermione said.

He arched one blonde eyebrow, and threw her a cool look of disbelief.

“If you and I might ever work out, we need to start on a fresh page. We - God, I can’t believe I’m doing this! You RAPED me, Malfoy! You took my virginity! You - I’ve never liked you - why am I even considering this farce?”

“Because my father will disown me if I don’t court you.”

“Goddamn you.”

Her head fell and two fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Go to Hell, Malfoy. I don’t want to do this! I - I want my baby to have a successful life! I can’t do this by myself! If I try, I’ll have to get a job to support the child, and I’ll never be home, and me kid will grow up too fast and do dangerous things! All because of YOU! I didn’t want to be pregnant! I wanted to go to university! I wanted to be something! You ruined my plans, Malfoy! And the worst part is, I don’t even love you! I’m scared of you! What kind of fucked up relationship is that?”

Draco paled visibly. He hadn’t expected this - she was crying! What the hell was he supposed to do with a crying woman? He reached out to her and she flinched away.

“You’ll have your dinner, Draco Malfoy. Send me a letter with the date, time, and the potion. Pick me up at the entrance to the Head Girl’s dorm. Until then, I don’t want to see you.”

She walked away, leaving a very confused pureblood in her wake.

A/N: Oooh, she’s a bit pissy!

This chapter was written in ONE DAY! FROM SCRATCH! W00t!

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