Draco and Pansy... er Hermione (Dramione)

Do I Tell Them?

Ginny helped me up and we walked, well I stumbled and she struggled to keep me upright, out of the dorm room and through the common room to the staircase. The Fat Lady gave me a weird look, and I could tell she was about to give me a sarcastic comment, but I glared at her. Ginny and I were just about to set off towards the infirmary when Draco came jogging up the stairs toward me, my scarf in his hand.

"Hey, I forgot to give this back after I carried it back here for you," he lied. He just didn't want to let Ginny know that he had borrowed my fluffy pale pink scarf when he had gotten cold on our walk back to the castle. He caught on to our moods and the look of pain and my face and he froze. "Hermione, what's wrong? You didn't...?" His question was directed towards abortion, but I could tell that even saying the word out loud after what happened earlier today was hard for him.

I glared at him and then bit my lip to try against the pain. "Of course I didn't! I just-" I stopped, unable to finish my sentence and my knees gave out and he lunged forward to help Ginny hold me up. Together they walked me to the nurse, and the whole time I was trying not to let out a cry of pain, and I managed to accomplish it. When we got there, Madame Pompfrey was tending to a Hufflepuff Quidditch player who lay in a bed with what looked like a broken leg. After a minute she turned and saw us, and immediately she rushed to my side, helping me lie down on a bed. Ginny took this opportunity to tell me that she hoped I felt better and leave, feeling awkward with Draco and I while we were at a doctor's appointment.

"What's going on?" Madame Pompfrey asked and I took a few deep breaths before I was able to answer her in a semi-calm tone.

"I don't know, I was thinking about a lot of different things and all of a sudden my stomach started really hurting," and on cue a searing pain shot through my abdomen. Draco sat down in the chair beside my bed and grabbed my hand to comfort me, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb.

"Let me just see here..." Madame Pompfrey said as she pointed her wand at my stomach and muttered a quick spell. A piece of paper appeared out of thin air and she began to quickly and intently read it over. "Well, Hermione, it appears to me that you're absolutely fine, as of now."

Draco and I looked at her with confused expressions. "That's not possible, it hurts so bad," I said.

"It's entirely possible. You were feeling very stressed, and as you've probably heard, stress is bad for the baby. It got to be too much and you started to feel pain." I nodded at her words, surprised at how easy it was for me to get lost in the whirlwind of things I had to do and how it quickly affected the baby.

"Are there any extra precautions we should take so it doesn't happen again?" Questioned Draco, still confused by this whole thing.

"I suggest that you, Hermione, take it easy for the next couple days, just to give yourself a well-needed break. It's hard enough to be a straight-A student such as yourself when you aren't trying to keep up your grades and go through a pregnancy," Madame Pompfrey suggested, and Draco and I both nodded. He helped me stand up and we both waved goodbye as we thanked Madame Pompfrey and left the infirmary. Ginny was waiting a little ways down the hallway, and she ran up to me as soon as she saw us.

"Hermione, what happened? Are you alright? Is the baby alright?" Ginny fired off a string of questions and I thought back to when I first told Madame Pompfrey that Ginny was the baby's father because I wasn't ready to say that it was Draco. She was totally acting like a nervous father right now with her concerned expression and questions.

"I'm fine, just stressed. That was all my body's way of telling me that I needed to calm down," I said, but I had to reassure her that I was fine a few more times before she believed it.

"Ok, just, if you ever need someone and Draco isn't here, I'll be there," she said, before saying goodbye, hugging me, and walking away to the dining hall to meet Dean. I kept walking around the school with Draco afterward, just to talk.

"So, what was it that had you so stressed? If you don't mind me asking," he questioned as we began to walk up a staircase.

"Well, it started with me stressing over the fact that I still haven't told my parents and I'm 4 and a half months pregnant. Then it sort of morphed in to this fear that I would lose the baby because my stomach started to hurt, and I got scared that if I lost that baby right then that you would think I did it on purpose based off of our conversation right before that," I hadn't realized till then that we had been making our way to the room where the owls are kept.

Draco stopped, running a hand through his pale blond hair and sighing. "Your parents love you, and they will always love you. I'm sure that you getting pregnant will be a shock to them at first, but they'll still be there for you. You are their daughter, their only child, and nothing will change that," he said, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear that had fallen into my face. "And I trust you, now, that you wouldn't attempt to kill the baby. Even after the conversation we had before I can see it in your eyes when you talk about the baby that you wouldn't have it in your heart to kill him or her. I mean, you even tried to before and at the last second realized that you couldn't go along with it," he said and I nodded.

Everything was working itself out, all that I needed to do was write a letter.

We kept walking, and Draco had reached down to hold my hand, until we reached the Owlery. There was a chest in the center of the room filled with parchment and ink with quills, so I took some of it out and used the wall as a flat surface to write out a quick letter to my parents.

It read:

"Dear Mum and Dad,

Hi! I hope everything is going well, I've been so busy with school that I haven't written in awhile and I'm sorry for that. I really think that we should have dinner together soon, I have some things I have to talk to you about. How does next Saturday sound at 8:00 pm at the McCormick's Pub down the street from our house?

Love you!

~Hermione"

I handed the note to Draco so that he could say whether o not I should send it, and once we were both sure that it seemed like a good letter, Draco let me borrow his owl and we sent the note off. I could only hope that Draco was right and that my parents' love for me would conquer all.

A/N: I'm sorry I took so long to update this, but I have been really busy with school for the past few weeks. This is a short chapter, but I'll make the next one longer, I promise, and there will be a week time jump so it won't be the same day for a fourth chapter in a row:). I'm sorry that this chapter might not have been the best, but it needed to happen so that I could move on to more of the action in the story :D

~Bailey~