Draco and Pansy... er Hermione (Dramione)

Resolution?

"Ugggh," I groaned, turning over as someone sat on the end of my bed. "Go away."

"Psst, Hermione," I heard Ginny whisper and immediately sat up, glancing at the clock as I did so.

"What the hell, Ginny?! It's three am," I questioned, irritated, before I realized the amount of food she had brought with her. There were cupcakes, sandwiches, and a wide variety of other foods I was amazed she hadn't dropped on her way here. "If any of that is for me, I take back my rude tone."

When she nodded I conjured up a small tablecloth and laid it down between us on the bed. She smiled gratefully as she "placed" the food down (it all sort of fell out of her hands on to the tablecloth) and then cast a soundproofing spell so that no one would be able to hear us. She drew the curtains around my bed and used her wand as a light as well.

"So, how is it going. You're how pregnant now?" She asked me as I stuffed a cupcake in my mouth.

"Five and a half months," I said with my mouth full of chocolate frosting. I swallowed before continuing. "But I know that that wasn't the real reason that you came to talk to me at three am."

She looked at the wall and bit her lip, and I was starting to get nervous about what she had to say.

"I'm worried about you. You don't seem like, well, you," she said, looking nervous like I would snap at her for stating he obvious. I'd been a little off, well a lot off, since Draco and I had that fight. He hasn't talked to me since, and when I see him in the hallway he always avoids making eye contact with me.

"It's Draco. We had a fight a couple weeks ago. We haven't talked since," I said, grabbing a sandwich.

"After the attack? Why don't you two just apologize for what you each said and move on?" She suggested.

"Because we can't. He said something that he had apparently been holding back on saying." I swallowed a large bite of the sandwich. "He called me a Mudblood and that if he knew it was me and not Pansy that he wouldn't have slept with me."

Her eyes widened in shock and her jaw dropped. "You've got to be kidding me. What an arse!"

I nodded, not really wanting to get into this again.

"What didn't you tell me sooner? I need to go give him a piece of my mind," she continued, beginning to stand up before I grabbed her wrists and stopped her, making her sit down again.

"Ginny, it's so early, you can't possibly be planning on talking to him about this now," I groaned and she nodded.

"He needs to know how much of a dick he is," she said, and I shook my head.

"No, I really don't want anyone getting in the middle of this. It's between me and him. And besides, I shouldn't have slept with him when he was drunk and I was pretending to be someone else. That was wrong of me. And now I'm pregnant." I said.

"I think you're even now. You took advantage of him. He made you feel totally appreciated and then called you a Mudblood, betraying the relationship you two had established. You've both made mistakes that you totally shouldn't have made, what matters now is that both of you forgive each other and can move on without either of you holding a grudge." So Ginny's now a therapist, who knew?

"I'm not ready to forgive myself. I feel horrible for pretending to be Pansy and then using him to get to the Quidditch plays," I said, grabbing a couple cupcakes.

"Does he know how bad you feel?" She asked and I shook my head.

"No, but-" I began but she immediately cut me off.