Descendant.

Eleven

Adoption was always an option for the kid, right?

Well, look at what happened to ol' Tommy-boy.  He ended up becoming a mass murderer and hating everyone.  Not really an option... But maybe if I dropped it onto Draco?  No that'd be too harsh on him, considering he was pulled into this mess.

I glanced across the classroom at him.  His hair was neatly combed, but not gelled back like he used to have it.  He had a look of stress upon his face mixed with hurt.  I rested my head on my hands and studied his movements while blocking him from my mind.  I could practically feel him trying to break through the barriers in my mind but I had practiced very hard the past week on preventing him from reading my thoughts, which is something he's taken a lot of interest in.

He scribbled something down on a piece of parchment and it floated back to me. Harry was sitting beside me as this happened and I furrowed my brows.

I opened the parchment and it read: "Meet me at the lake at 6."

Harry looked at the note, just as confused as I was. So Draco wast upset with me anymore? Why did he want to meet by the Lake? Was he going to feed me to the giant squid?

A shiver went down my spine with excitement and I stared st the blonde boys back. I placed the parchment into my pocket and flipped open my text book. Slughorn was going on and on about a cure for colds and headaches and about how simple it was. I knew how to make that potion, and I've known how to make it since first year. I use it every time Neville catches a cold, and that's quite often.

I glanced back to Draco again and noticed he was staring at me. His face was softened and he seemed at ease but yet, he was still rigid and sat very still. The only movement detected in his body was his breathing.

"What?"

I was automatically blocked out and it felt like a door was slammed in my face, placing me back into my own thoughts.

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I paced back and forth in the Gryffindor common room with Ginny and Harry beside me. Ron wasn't anywhere to be found, and I suspect that he was still ticked about the Draco thing.

I suppose the reason Draco told me to go down to the lake was so that he could break it off with me. I mean, that's basically what he does with girls... Dates them for a little and then breaks up. Every week you'd see a girl crying in the halls in sixth year and fifth year.

My brain was saying for me to look at the logic. It would be impossible for him to cut off his feelings due to the curse, and yet, my gut was telling me we were over and he was sick of this bull shit with me and the baby, and my brain was once again pulling me to the logic side, which stated that Draco was only upset about me giving the child up... So now I'm totally confused and at war with my thoughts.

"Stop thinking, Hermione.  Your brain might explode." Harry placed his hands on my shoulders and looked me dead in the eye. 

"Deep breath in, and out."

I followed his instructions and I felt something jolt in my stomach.  Obviously the baby bouncing around.  Suddenly, I felt like puking and Ginny automatically darted for the first plant pot.  I hurled my dinner into it and felt like absolute crap.

"Don't know who's project that was for Madame Pomfrey, but they're going to get an F." She chuckled and placed it back.

A few seconds later, Neville grabbed the clay pot, dropped it, and gagged, running to the washroom.  Poor Neville.

"Sorry Neville..." I mumbled as he ran past me.

Just then, the door bursted open revealing Ron. He smiled and stood tall. "I've made my decision. I'm going to become an Auror and I'm starting my training with you and Neville." 

Harry and Neville? Aurors?  I thought Harry was done with the dark wizard paraphernalia ...  Ginny bit her bottom lip and looked at me with a guilty expression. 

"What do you mean become Aurors?" I blurted.

Ron didn't answer me but looked to Harry to explain.  Harry shuffled nervously and his hands fidgeted.

"Well, you see, McGonagal gave us an opportunity to train with Kingsley and become Aurors.  We don't even need high NEWTS.  So, I thought about it, and last week I decided I'll do it, and so did Neville, and now Ron's here and ready to go.  I suspect we'll be leaving within the next week."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"With everything going on with Draco and the curse and yadda yadda, we didn't want to pester you with this."  Ron mumbled.  "And I apologize for being a royal jerk to you... Again." 

I started to get angry and I glared at all of them.  I took a few deep breaths and started to think about things from there angle and understood why they hid it.  "Fine.  I'll miss you both though." 

They sighed with relief and I looked at the clock.  "Time to go." I muttered and waddled down the halls.