Number four, up and at it!
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Draco's POV
Okay, so I wasn't completely right about the pregnancy... I was completely wrong. Hermione Granger, pregnant? I think so.
Hermione's POV
The thought was enough to make me want to crawl inside a hole and just die there, even if that next door hole was Malfoy. I couldn't believe him. To have the nerve to force me into a clinical appointment and then rub the pregnany in my face... well, not really. But still... any reason to hate Malfoy, I would take.
Morning was hard to get through... him and his smug face... I would love nothing more than to just cut off his pretty little hair, or rip up his expensive robes. I wouldn't mind hitting him smack dab on the cheek like I did in third year, but I suppose he would actually report me for that. But then again when did I care?
" - so tonight, and hopefully we'll be finished."
I snapped my head up from my breakfast. There wasn't much point going to the Great Hall for breakfast when we had our very own kitchen in our dorm. I appreciated this advantage more than ever, for no one would see my change in eating habits.
"What?" I asked indifferently.
"I was talking about our rounds tonight. If we start earlier than usual you won't have to be up so late and you could get some rest. I'll take the rest of your shift and manage the remainder of the night myself. Is that okay?"
I couldn't care less at the moment, so I just nodded, not bothering to show my thanks.
"Sure, thanks a lot Malfoy."
"Ah, Granger, no problem, it was my pleasure," I heard him mutter, first with a high voice, and the second sentence in his deep, mocking voice.
"I'm sorry?" I asked testily.
Draco smiled at me fakely and shrugged.
"Nothing," and he moved away from me, taking a seat on our couch, staring aimlessly around the dorm. I arched my eyebrow, thinking he was waiting for something. Well, he wouldn't be getting anything I figured, so I picked up my bag and made my way to the door, seeing as class would be starting very soon, and I was already late on my schedule.
"You're welcome, by the way," he said loudly from his seat. I smiled with my forehead cringed together.
"So that was what you were waiting for? My thank you?"
"Well, you know, I've been such a nice guy, considering I could be telling the school and making your life a living hell, but you don't seem to take any of that into notice."
"And I shouldn't. Besides, I never asked you to keep this a secret or help me, did I?"
"Is this when I apologize for trying to help you out?"
"No, this is when you finally listen to me when I tell you to leave me alone and butt out. We've gone through this, have we not?" He stayed silent, so I continued. "You set up an appointment for me, and I thanked you for that - "
He scoffed, "Barely." I ignored him.
"And that is the only thing I will accept from you from here on after. Have I given you any reason to feel responsibility towards me?"
"Yes."
I was surprised.
"Like what?" I challenged.
