It was a few hours later when Hermione awoke to feel light touches feathering across her bare skin. Slowly she began to wake from the light sleep she had fallen into, feeling satiated, relaxed and safe. "You're finally awake," Draco's voice was a soft murmur, soft vibrations dancing under her ears as it rumbled in his chest. Hermione hummed in response, keeping her eyes closed as she relaxed completely against the body under hers. "If you keep doing whatever it is you're doing, I may just fall asleep again," she murmured in answer a moment. "You need to eat. I just realized you haven't had anything in your stomach all day, and that isn't exactly good for you, or our pup," Draco commented, carefully watching her features, waiting for his words to register in her overly large brain. "I'm actually starved. A rare steak sounds delicious," Hermione answered, replaying his words in her mind before she stumbled the last two words he uttered. "Pardon, what did you just say?" Hermione questioned, pushing herself up until she was hovering over the werewolf. "You're pregnant. You're with child. We are having a pup," he stated slowly, watching as her eyes widened. "I'm... I'm... I'm pregnant?" she stumbled over the one word, forcing herself to say the word she knew would change everything. "Yes, you are," he answered, waiting for the onslaught of questions he knew would come from the curious witch atop him. "How do you know?" it was only one, which surprised him, aware of how she must be over reacting in her mind. "Your scent. It changed after that first night you came to me. Surely you're aware as to why female werewolves go into heat," he stated, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and pulling her back on top of him. He tucked her head under
"I'm sure I want to do this Mate," was her only answer before she moved from his arms and carefully picked her way to the love seat closest to her. Before she could sit, Draco fell into the worn cushions, a smirk dancing on his lips. Hermione frowned for half a second before the look changed to one of surprise as Draco gripped her wrist and tugged her into his lap. "I don't like not having you in my arms. I don't care if it makes Weasley and Potter uncomfortable. You are mine, and I want you close," he whispered, his arms wrapping protectively around her middle as he felt her relax into his hold. Hermione could only shake her head at his antics before turning her attention to the entryway once more, knowing it would only be a few minutes before the others arrived in the room. "Quit pushing Sirius. Why are you in such a rush for all of us to be in the same room anyway?" Ron's voice was beginning to heat up as his temper began to rise. Hermione felt Draco tense under her, glancing over her shoulder she noticed his eyes were brighter, more alert than they had been before. Gently, Hermione trailed her fingers over the exposed skin of his arm that was wrapped around her waist. She had been pleased by the clothes he had chosen to wear, enticing her before they left. The white silk button down was relaxed, the first few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Black leather pants hugged his legs, his hair was longer, shaggy looking and hanging in his eyes. "Have I mentioned just how sexy you look right now?" She questioned, turning her head to brush her lips against his. He growled in response, pulling her more firmly against his chest. "Careful Mione. Don't start something you won't be able to finish," he whispered, nipping her lobe before turning his own eyes to the entryway where Harry was standing, watching them with guarded emerald eyes.
"No." He finally replies. Even I was shocked. I didn't expect him to sound so cruel. "I... see." Her voice quivers. "I hope you are happy with yourself you Mudblood bitch. Stealing other girl's men is a bad move and you are going to regret it." I only realized she was standing in front of me until I raised my head. "Go away." I mutter taking a step back but she took one forward as I did. Draco pulls her aside with a look of rage in his eyes. "Don't you even think about touching her." "Or what?" Pansy challenges. "You'll hex me or something? Please don't tell me you'd do something like that to me for a mud blood." "Maybe I would. At least it will prove how little you mean to me. Why can't you get it through your head? I don't want to be with you. I'm sorry but it's the truth." Draco spat causing me to flinch. Pansy doesn't say anything, she gives Draco one final look of sadness before pushing her away through the gawking crowds. "Well done Draco, well done." A dark voice emerges which belonges to Blaise. Draco decided to ignore him completely by looking at me. His eyes scanned over me as if he were silently asking if I was okay. I didn't give him any sign. "Hope you are pleased with yourself." "Oh piss off Blaise." Draco growls dangerously to Blaise. Blaise only rolled his eyes at Draco before he left. Presumably to go after Pansy. I couldn't quite process what was happening. I was too afraid to look around me in fear of the reactions of others of what they just saw. "It's okay. Come with me." A soft voice whispers. I look up into the grey eyes of Draco and I nod. I think it's safe to say that Halloween is over for me. I start to walk ahead of Draco towards the exit and the room was still silent. I almost struggled to fight
