by Chelsea
Hermione opened her eyes as the sound of a closing door
awoke her. The room around her was spinning, so she
quickly shut them again. As she sat up to get out of bed,
she registered that she was naked. Hermione gasped and
wrapped the blanket around herself.
What happened last night? she asked herself, racking her
brain for memories. She remembered something about being
sleepy. The Three Broomsticks. A new drink, with purple
drops. Draco. Going back to the castle. Kissing.
Oh, no, she thought. We didn't do it, did we? She thought
back, quizzing herself. Okay, what happened after we got
back from the Three Broomsticks? Laughter, and kissing.
Lots of kissing. And then what? And then we came in
here. And we got in the bed. And we--oh no. We did it.
The thought of it made her sick. Her hangover made her
want to puke. She ran into the bathroom, holding the
blanket tight around her body, and made it to the toilet
just in time. After a few minutes of being sick, she
flushed the toilet and brshed her teeth, then took a shower
and got dressed. A few minutes of hesitation was all it
took for her to decide to talk to Draco, and she headed to
his room, thinking over their conversation. Hermione
opened the door. The room was empty, bed made, nothing in
here.
Well, of course not, he didn't sleep in here last night,
did he? a nasty little voice in her head asked her
sarcastically. She blushed, and went to search the
grounds. Instict told Hermione to look by the lake. She
saw Draco under their tree just as she assumed he'd be
there. She took a deep breath.
"Draco?" she asked, quietly. He turned around, a look of
slight annoyance in his face. It softened to care when he
saw who was talking to him.
"Hermione? Are you okay? I didn't..." Draco rushed out.
"I'm fine, Draco. I think we need to talk."
"I didn't, like, force you to d-do anything last night, d-
did I?" he asked, obviously fearing the wrong answer.
"I don't think so, but I don't remember barely anything. I
was really drunk last night, and I think you were, too."
"So you think it was a mistake?" The question hung in the
cold air, ringing in the silence as Hermione thought deeple
about his question.
"No. It's not that I think it was a mistake as much as I
just want to know what happened. I'm clueless. All I
remember is that I was sleepy in the Three Broomsticks, and
I got a new drink with purple spots, and we came back to
the castle, and we kissed, and we did it." Draco was
silent for a moment, and Hermione knew he was trying to
remember what had happened from the look of utmost
concentration on his face.
"I-I really don't know what happened. At all. You
remember a lot more than I do. The last thing I remember
is when I sat down with that drink. Do you think you drank
all of yours?"
"No. I know you were more drunk than I was, so you
probably drank all of yours and I only drank, like, half of
mine. So, what do we do?" She spoke the question both of
them were thinking. Again, no one answered for a minute or
two.
"I don't know. There's nothing really we can do, is
there? I mean, what needs to be done? You're not, like,
infected or anything, are you?" Draco asked, with some
worry tinging his question.
"No, no, I'm not. I just went to the gyno last summer.
You're not, are you?"
"Nope."
"Good. Well then, only one thing I'm worried about now.
Did we use protection?" Draco had been waiting for this
question, thinking up ways he could tell her, but only one
way came to mind, now that he was facing the real thing.
"No."
"No?" Hermione's fun-loving, carefree, happy-go-lucky
atmospere disappeared. It was replaced by a fragile, small
one. Draco suddenly wished for the first desperately, and
shook his head. Tears started streaming down her cheeks.
"Are you sure?" she asked, hoping he was joking. She'd
kill him if he was, but still.
"Yeah. I looked everywhere this morning when I got up, but
no luck. Do you...do you want to go to Madame Promfrey,
have her check you over? Make sure that you're not..."
"I'm not. I can't be. I'm sixteen years old, for Christ's
sake! I am not having a baby now."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive." Hermione wiped her face and stood up, taking
Draco with her, "Let's go get some breakfast, okay? And
don't say anything about this to anyone else in the Great
Hall. It would kill Harry, and he's my best friend, so I
don't want him hurt. Agreed?"
"Agreed. Let's go." Draco said. There was still a huge
part of him that doubted Hermione's positivity, but he
ignored it. He wanted her to be happy, and with a baby,
Hermione would not be happy.