Draco and Pansy... er Hermione (Dramione)

Sleep

A/N AHHHHOMG SORRY GUYS I FORGOT ABOUT WATTPAD, IM SO SORRY, HERES A CHAPTER, IF PEOPLE ARE STILL READING THIS STORY AND ARENT COMPLETELY DONE WITH ME THEN ILL TRY TO UPDATE SOON!!!!!

"What do you want to eat for dinner?" I asked. "I'm thinking something chocolatey."

Draco looked over at me in confusion as we descended the stairs. "Chocolate for dinner? Isn't that more of a dessert thing? I'm not typically one for healthy choices, but when you're eating for our baby too I'm not sure if chocolate for dinner is the best idea..." He shut up when he saw the death glare I was sending his way. We had just reached the door out of the Gryffindor common room that exited onto the staircase when I felt the muscles of my stomach contract. I took pride in being one of the smarter members of my trio with Harry and Ron (I won't say who the dumb one out of us is *coughs* Ron *coughs*), so I knew what the pain meant.

"Um, hey Draco, would you mind if we stopped by the infirmary before dinner?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Of course, what's wrong?" He asked, noticing as I winced.

"Nothing, just- just nothing. Let's just keep walking and see if it gets better. The sooner we get to the nurse the sooner we get to dinner. Chocolate dinner," I said, walking down a few steps before gasping in pain again.

"Hermione, whatever's wrong, please just tell me now," he said, helping me to sit down on the steps and keeping one hand on my back while the other held my hand.

"I know there can be complications with the delivery of babies when the mother is a teenager, and I also know that the pain I'm feeling right now are either Braxton Hicks contractions or real bloody contractions," I held his hand tighter as another one came. "If I had to guess, I would say real deal. I know it's early but this- this feels real."

"Can we transport ourselves there?" He asked, and I shrugged.

"I'm not quite sure, it might not be safe-" Suddenly I was surrounded by nurses bustling about and the groans of sick witches and wizards.

"Sorry I couldn't wait for you to make a decision. If you are having the baby now you wouldn't have been able to walk down all of the stairs. And in case you haven't noticed, I wouldn't be strong enough to carry you the whole way," he explained as he ran over to Madame Pomfrey as she held a bucket for a first year who was throwing up seemingly a table's worth of food from the dining hall.

"Mr. Malfoy, as you can see right now I am busy," she said as the boy threw up again.

"I wouldn't bother you unless it was an emergency," he said as I felt another contraction and cried out slightly, collapsing onto the nearest (thankfully unoccupied) bed. My hands gripped my stomach as Madame Pomfrey handed the bucket for the sick boy to another nurse and drew the curtain around him. She quickly washed her hands and, with a look of concern, hurried to my bedside with Draco.

"You're only 7 and a half months along," she said in surprise, casting a quick spell to check and see what was happening without an ultrasound machine or lifting up my skirt. I grabbed Draco's hand as another contraction hit, and Madame Pomfrey ran into the back room where potions were stored. She rushed back carrying a bottle of purple liquid that was likely vile.

"You need to drink this," she said as she poured it into a cup. "It's a potion to stop the contractions, because you're in labor and the best chances for the baby to survive occur when you give birth later in pregnancy." I gulped down the horrid liquid and tried to ignore the terrible taste.

"Oh God, this tastes like centaur piss!" I screamed, causing all eyes to turn towards me. Kidding, everyone was already looking at me. I'm the teenager giving birth in the Hogwarts infirmary.

Madame Pomfrey quickly drew the shades around us. "You'll be on bed rest from now until the baby is born, hopefully around 8 months or later. The baby could survive this early, but it would be best if the pregnancy lasted at least 8 months," she explained, ignoring my outburst.

Draco looked at me, knowing what I was going to say next, and tried to tell me to shut up and stop drawing attention to myself with his eyes. The curtain around the bed, we both knew, wouldn't stop people from hearing me, only from seeing me.

I sat up in bed, clearing my throat as the pain began to subside.

"Listen to me now-" I began.

"Thank you very much Madame Pomfrey, we'll see you again soon, and I'll keep an eye on her," he hurried to get out as I began to yell.

"I AM A STUDENT HERE AND I HAVE CLASSES I NEED TO ATTEND. NOW GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME BEFORE I-" I was interrupted by suddenly realizing I was in my chambers, Draco sitting me down in my bed.

"Well, knowing that you can transport yourself while pregnant makes things easier," he muttered as I huffed and asked for my pajamas, which he grabbed from the chest at the end of my bed and laid down in my lap.

"I'll be back shortly, you just focus on getting changed and relaxing. If I find out that you left the room to walk around looking for bloody chocolate I'll have a fit," he said, kissing me quickly before exiting the room.

I changed, which only took around a minute and a half, and then waited patiently for Draco to return.

I was beginning to get worried around the ten minute mark when suddenly the door opened and in he walked with a plate of chocolate pastries.

And my hormones couldn't miss an opportunity to make me cry.

"You're the sweetest little Slytherin ever! You got me my chocolate dinner!" I exclaimed through my tears, and he laughed, sitting down beside me.

And for the first time I felt that everything in my life was normal.

I'm just kidding, I'm pregnant and dating my archenemy because it's his baby and I actually love him now. Not to mention the early labor and the fact that I'm eating chocolate for dinner. Like besides all of that though, things are normal.

I guess.