The scene in Potions.
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rsadelle"Oh!" Hermione's wondering exclamation drew the attention of the other Gryffindors around her. "Neville, feel this." She grabbed Neville's hand, incidentally stopping him from throwing the caterpillars into their cauldron too early. "The baby's kicking." She pressed his hand to her stomach and let him feel it.
"Oh, wow." He smiled at her.
Hermione reached across their table to Ron and Harry. Harry let her take his hand easily, but Ron hesitated. "Please, Ron," she said softly, and he let her take her hand and press it to her stomach.
"Oh," he breathed. He smiled up at her. "It's really strong."
She smiled back at him. "It's stronger from the inside."
The commotion was beginning to draw the attention of the rest of the class, and Draco sauntered over.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron spat.
Draco ignored him and kept his focus on Hermione. "I wanted to feel my son kick." He reached out and put his hand on Hermione's stomach. "He is strong," he said approvingly.
Hermione pushed his arm away. "Don't touch me."
Draco smirked. "That's not what you said before." He stepped into Hermione's personal space and ran his hands down her arms. "You used to like it when I touched you."
Hermione jerked out of his grasp. "Don't touch me," she snarled.
Draco held up his hands in a parody of innocence. "I'll refrain for the moment. But do be sure to take good care of yourself, Granger. That child is Lucius Malfoy's firstborn grandson." He grinned triumphantly. "You're not the only one who can do a spell, Granger. It is a boy." He leaned forward again and kissed her cheek quickly. "You're carrying my son."
The bell rang at that moment, and Snape yelled at them to put up their cauldrons. Ron hurried Harry through putting away their materials and rushed out of the classroom ahead of everyone else.
"Hermione--"
"Don't, Harry, please."
Harry patted her shoulder and left her to put up her cauldron.
"I-- I'll do this," Neville offered. "If you want to go talk to Ron."
Hermione smiled at him and hugged him quickly. "Thanks, Neville." She hurried out of the classroom and through the corridors until she caught up with Ron. She grabbed his arm. "Ron."
Ron yanked his arm out of her grasp and whirled to face her. "Malfoy? You slept with Malfoy? What the bloody hell were you thinking?"
"Ron, I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" he nearly yelled. He lowered his voice. "You're carrying Draco Malfoy's son," he hissed.
She unconsciously rested her hands on her stomach. "Yes," she whispered. "Ron. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"What did you mean to do?" he asked. "Did you think you could just have it on with Malfoy and I would be happy about it?"
"Ron, that's not the way it was." Hermione was nearly pleading.
"Why don't you tell me the way it was," Ron demanded, "because I sure as hell don't know."
"It just happened."
Ron was unmoved. "It doesn't just happen, Hermione. People make it happen."
"I don't know, Ron. He was just there."
Arms came around her, the hands stretching down to cover her stomach. "Oh, yes, Ron," Draco said smugly. "I was there." He brushed his lips over Hermione's cheek. "And she enjoyed it, too. Don't think she didn't."
Hermione threw herself out of his arms. "I told you not to touch me," she snapped. She was trapped between them now, in the middle of a hallway full of students going to or coming from class.
"That's right," Draco said in that same oily tone. "You just tell yourself you don't want me. You'll feel differently once you're holding my son in your arms."
"I'll never feel differently." Hermione whirled around, but Ron had already gone.
"Don't get so upset," Draco murmured in her ear. "I don't want you doing anything that could harm my son."
"He's my son," Hermione hissed, and she escaped down the hall.
"Oh, wow." He smiled at her.
Hermione reached across their table to Ron and Harry. Harry let her take his hand easily, but Ron hesitated. "Please, Ron," she said softly, and he let her take her hand and press it to her stomach.
"Oh," he breathed. He smiled up at her. "It's really strong."
She smiled back at him. "It's stronger from the inside."
The commotion was beginning to draw the attention of the rest of the class, and Draco sauntered over.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron spat.
Draco ignored him and kept his focus on Hermione. "I wanted to feel my son kick." He reached out and put his hand on Hermione's stomach. "He is strong," he said approvingly.
Hermione pushed his arm away. "Don't touch me."
Draco smirked. "That's not what you said before." He stepped into Hermione's personal space and ran his hands down her arms. "You used to like it when I touched you."
Hermione jerked out of his grasp. "Don't touch me," she snarled.
Draco held up his hands in a parody of innocence. "I'll refrain for the moment. But do be sure to take good care of yourself, Granger. That child is Lucius Malfoy's firstborn grandson." He grinned triumphantly. "You're not the only one who can do a spell, Granger. It is a boy." He leaned forward again and kissed her cheek quickly. "You're carrying my son."
The bell rang at that moment, and Snape yelled at them to put up their cauldrons. Ron hurried Harry through putting away their materials and rushed out of the classroom ahead of everyone else.
"Hermione--"
"Don't, Harry, please."
Harry patted her shoulder and left her to put up her cauldron.
"I-- I'll do this," Neville offered. "If you want to go talk to Ron."
Hermione smiled at him and hugged him quickly. "Thanks, Neville." She hurried out of the classroom and through the corridors until she caught up with Ron. She grabbed his arm. "Ron."
Ron yanked his arm out of her grasp and whirled to face her. "Malfoy? You slept with Malfoy? What the bloody hell were you thinking?"
"Ron, I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" he nearly yelled. He lowered his voice. "You're carrying Draco Malfoy's son," he hissed.
She unconsciously rested her hands on her stomach. "Yes," she whispered. "Ron. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"What did you mean to do?" he asked. "Did you think you could just have it on with Malfoy and I would be happy about it?"
"Ron, that's not the way it was." Hermione was nearly pleading.
"Why don't you tell me the way it was," Ron demanded, "because I sure as hell don't know."
"It just happened."
Ron was unmoved. "It doesn't just happen, Hermione. People make it happen."
"I don't know, Ron. He was just there."
Arms came around her, the hands stretching down to cover her stomach. "Oh, yes, Ron," Draco said smugly. "I was there." He brushed his lips over Hermione's cheek. "And she enjoyed it, too. Don't think she didn't."
Hermione threw herself out of his arms. "I told you not to touch me," she snapped. She was trapped between them now, in the middle of a hallway full of students going to or coming from class.
"That's right," Draco said in that same oily tone. "You just tell yourself you don't want me. You'll feel differently once you're holding my son in your arms."
"I'll never feel differently." Hermione whirled around, but Ron had already gone.
"Don't get so upset," Draco murmured in her ear. "I don't want you doing anything that could harm my son."
"He's my son," Hermione hissed, and she escaped down the hall.
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Date: 2002-12-14 06:33 am (UTC)Which leads me to add "no one ever gets knocked up while unmarried" to my long, long list of WW-MW inconsistencies. Not like I expect JKR to show something like that in a "kids book", but I want realism!
Bunny: Molly Weasley gets pregnant before graduation.
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Date: 2002-12-21 12:53 pm (UTC)Ooh. Nice bunny.
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Date: 2002-12-21 01:41 pm (UTC)