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Draco's POV
Nothing to feel guilty about. Nothing whatsoever.
That was what I was trying to convince myself of as I made the short walk remaining to the common room I shared with Granger.
So then why was it that when I thought, and said that to her, it sounded utterly and completely wrong?
Granger was really pissing me off.
The horrendous event of showing her some sympathy she didn't deserve, had me feeling suddenly tired. Apparently this is what you got for trying to be a good guy for once. Try and help someone you've tortured for so many years? Forget about it! It'll just leave you exhausted as hell. All I wanted to do right now was sleep, and forget about everything that had recently happened.
I found myself, though I was tired, standing outside the common room door, though I knew I had already walked through it. My vision was terribly blurry. How did that happen so suddenly? And just as quickly as I stumbled my way closer to the door did I find out I was dreaming. Mainly because I was falling everywhere from left to right and not feeling any pain. Or because I was yelling Pansy's name. Yeah, that probably did it.
And then I heard the door slam shut.
I shot up from my bed, beads of sweat coming down like waterfalls from my forehead. I wiped it away quickly, and wondered why I was hyperventilating. It wasn't a nightmare that I had been dreaming... but it certainly felt like one.
I opened my door and peeked through. I found out I had slept for an hour or so.
Granger was just taking off her coat and putting he shoes neatly away. She wasn't looking very happy. Maybe that face meant she actually went through with the appointment. I watched her more closely, and I realized that she had stopped in front of the mirror that hung on our living room wall on her way to her bedroom. She looked around her surroudings quickly. I guess to make sure I wasn't there.
And then she began rubbing her stomach softly in circular motions. She stuck her back out, as if something were pushing her spine. I watched even closer, to see if she was doing what I thought she was doing and sighed. This was a private moment for Granger. I shut the door quietly, and sat at my desk.
If Granger was really pregnant, and I hoped not (as much as it pained me to do so) because she would have to go through the pregnancy alone, her life would be ruined, guaranteed. I contemplated for a while on telling Potter or Weasley, just so she wouldn't be alone, but I forgot about it quickly. She didn't want my help, so I wouldn't give it to her.
As I gave up on thinking about Granger's situation, my mind floated back to the dream. The common room... my unbalanced walk... me yelling Pansy's name... all the while getting closer to the door. I couldn't interpret the dream at all.
After a while, I heard my door creak open. I didn't bother to check who it was, for I was so immersed in my thoughts.
"Malfoy," said the voice softly. I fought the urge to snap my head around. "I just want you to know that I went to the clinic. They'll owl me the results in forty-eight hours."
She closed the door and I heard her footsteps go to her bedroom. I sighed, thankful she went through with it.
I realized I was still very tired, minutes after she was gone. Unwillingly, for I still had homework to do, I dressed for an early nap, and tucked myself inside my blankets. It didn't take long for my eyes to get droopy, and for me to give in to the fatigue. Slowly and effortlessly, I fell asleep, lapsing myself into the same dream I had dreamt earlier before.
