Draco and Pansy... er Hermione (Dramione)

Valentine's Day Part 2

It took me all of two seconds to realize that I shouldn't be spending all my time wondering who Draco has found love with, and instead my mind got stuck on the idea of abortion. I had considered it, hell I tried to do it, but I decided not to because with my situation I had the money to support a baby and a few friends that I was sure wouldn't leave my side through it. I had convinced myself that abortion wasn't good for me, but now? Now that someone else is telling me that I should kill my baby I was second-guessing my previous choice.

"Hermione, let's just go back to the school," Draco suggested, grabbing money from his pocket and placing it on the table to pay for our drinks. We didn't get to eat breakfast/lunch/whatever-you-want-to-call-it, but my mind was too preoccupied right now to consider eating. Okay, that's a lie, I'm just trying to convince myself that I'm not hungry, and it's hardly working.

I nodded at Draco's words, silently following him from the restaurant. He kept looking back at me, probably to check that I was still following him as well as to see that I was okay. Each time I gave him a half-hearted smile.

We were about halfway back to the castle, still not a word had been said, and we were in a stretch of snow-covered woods when he turned to me. "Hermione, I'm so sorry, words can't describe how badly I feel about the actions of my father."

My eyes met his and I could read all the worry and fear in them. "It's ok. He was right. We can't have this baby." I had spent the whole walk considering the pros and cons of each of my choices, and that was my decision.

"Wha-?" Draco began to ask in confusion before his eyes widened and he took another step towards me, his hands gripping my shoulders. "Don't you ever think that he's right. He only thinks about himself and what would work best in his own life. He doesn't ever stop to think about how other people want to live their own lives, and this baby, this baby is part of both of our lives. If it's a girl or a boy I don't mind, I will love this child because they're my baby and yours. And don't ever let someone who doesn't understand you or I try to convince you otherwise. In the beginning I didn't want you to have this baby because I figured that it would just be another setback, another thing that makes my father view me as a lesser person than he is. Now I've realized that I don't want to be what he views as a good person. I want to be genuinely, morally good. I want to be a good father, and I want to be there for you the whole way. Granted, this isn't the most conventional of pregnancies, particularly the beginning, but I've made my own bad judgements and they're nothing compared to you seducing me while I was drunk," he finished the speech to me with a smirk and a wink in my direction, but I still wasn't positive that having this baby was the best idea.

"I can't bring a baby into the world right now when I still have school, my family, my parents don't even know!" I felt tears escape my eyes and start streaming down my face, and soon sobs wracked my body. Draco pulled me into a hug, my head leaning into his chest and my tears soaking through his coat. One of his arms was wrapped around my waist while he used his other hand to soothingly brush his fingers through my hair. I was shaking with fear and nervousness, not knowing how I could possibly do all of this, and he held me tighter as if he was keeping me from falling apart.

"Shh, Hermione, it's going to be ok," he whispered comfortingly, and I leaned back to look at him. My makeup was most likely streaming down my face, but Draco didn't seem to notice. His hand moved to the side of my face, and he used his thumb to gently brush away some of my tears.

"You'll really be there for me? Through this all?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

"Through thick and thin, Hermione, I'll be there for you," he calmly replied, and I leaned in closer to him, my eyes on his lips. He mirrored my actions, and gently our lips touched. It wasn't a passion-filled kiss, it was slow, his lips moving gently against mine, and mine following his lead naturally.

After a little while, it only felt like thirty seconds, I pulled back, giving him another smile, except this smile I meant a whole lot more than the other ones I had given him that day.

***

When we got back to Hogwarts, the first thing I did once I had said goodbye to Draco was run up to my dorm room and search for a piece of parchment and a quill. Dabbing the tip of the quill into a little jar of ink, I began a letter addressed to my parents. "Dear Mum and Dad," it began. Then nothing.

I couldn't think of anything else to say! If I went straight into details of my pregnancy they could freak out and pull me out of school. If I told them that I was having fun at school and that I needed to talk to them in person about something I would be postponing it, and they still might pull me out of school. No matter how I do this there is the possibility that it will cause them to make me leave Hogwarts, and I don't think I could do that. Getting up I began pacing back and forth by the window next to my bed. It was cloudy and gray out now, just like my mood. I tried to slow my breathing as my heart began to race and I found myself running out of ideas of ways to tell my parents. They'd be disappointed, I knew that, but how disappointed exactly?

I placed I hand on my stomach where it had begun to hurt and found myself struggling to make coherent thoughts. My stomach hurt, maybe that meant something was wrong with the baby? If something happened to the baby now, Draco might think I had terminated the pregnancy as I had said I was considering. He wouldn't know that I had since rethought and changed that decision.

A shooting pain spread through my stomach and I found myself losing my balance and falling to the ground, my hands clutching my stomach, desperately trying to rid myself of the agony.

"Hey, Hermione, want to go down to the kitchen and grab some food? I'm hungry," Ginny said as she walked into the room before she saw me on the ground. "Oh my God, Hermione! What's going on?!" She asked, rushing over to me and kneeling beside me. Turning to face her slightly I grimaced as I tried to talk.

"I think I'm losing the baby."