Summary: After a wild night at a party, Hermione and Draco need to live with the product of their action, a child. Can either put aside their hatred and maybe even learn to love one another?

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Learning to Love
By Alyssa
Chapter One

It had been a wild night before. It was the day after Hermione's 23rd birthday, and she had gone out to celebrate with her friend. Hermione had arrived that day with her friend at what was said to be the 'party of the century'. One minute she was dancing, the next minute she was downing shots. Her head spun as the alcohol affected her thoughts and her brain. After that point, she was damned if she could remember the previous nights events.

The sun was shining into the bedroom. Hermione rolled over in the bed and cuddled up beside the body next to hers. Being only half awake, hung over and extremely groggy, she saw nothing wrong with this, until it hit her. She opened her eyes wide. The body next to hers was the body of a man, a very nice looking…naked man. She looked down at herself to see herself extremely naked. She screamed and fell of the bed holding the sheet as she fell. The guy next to her sat up almost immediately. She stood up and leaned against the wall for support.

"What the hell are you doing here? Why were you in the same bed as I am?" said Hermione hysterically looking furiously around her.

"Don't ask me," he said rubbing his eyes and sitting up, "I'll be damned if I know."

"Wait a minute," said Hermione looking around the room, "this isn't my room, this isn't even my house!"

"Wow aren't you the bright one," said the guy sarcastically rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"You know what? If I had any clue who you were, this wouldn't even be so bad, but I don't know who you are and that means we're not going there right now," said Hermione resting her hand on her forehead.

"My name is Draco," said the guy wrapping the top sheet around himself, "Draco Malfoy. What's yours?"

"Oh no, this can't be happening," said Hermione as she slowly slid down the wall.

"So what is your name anyways?" asked Draco propping himself up against the bedframe.

"Hermione," said Hermione resting her head on her knees, "Hermione Granger."

"Oh no. You've got to be shitting me," said Draco. He looked under the sheets. "And I'm naked and I woke up naked beside a mudblood."

"This can't be happening," said Hermione to herself shaking her head. She pounded her head with the palms of her hand. "Wake up Hermione. This is a dream. This isn't real."

"You've already said this can't be happening, so obviously it is. It'll be alright," said Draco stretching, "I may of just—"

"Don't even go there. We have no idea what happened, we're not even going to think about that right now," said Hermione standing up and looking around the room.

"What is it you're looking for Granger?" asked Draco getting out of the bed.

"I'm looking for my clothes," said Hermione who was on her knees looking under the bed.

"We'll I see mine, so turn around will you?" said Draco picking up a pair of pants hanging over a chair across the room.

"What? Is the Slytherin king modest or something?" asked Hermione sarcastically.

"Shut up mudblood and turn around. Or is it that you see something you like," said Draco smirking at her.

"Well I never," said Hermione turning around the corner. Good thing though because she was blushing furiously.

"You can turn around now," said Draco who had his boxers and pants on, "here's you clothes."

He tossed Hermione some clothes and she looked at them curiously. These weren't her clothes, but at least they were her undergarments of which she was truly thankful.

"Now you turn around," said Hermione to Draco, "by the way, your shirt, it's on the lampshade over there."

"Yeah well I'd expect such modesty from a goody goody like yourself. However you have proven yourself to be a partier," said Draco walking across to get his shirt

"What are you talking about?" said Hermione as she was dressing herself.

"Well you woke up beside me naked didn't you?" said Draco who was buttoning up his shirt, "you must have done something right last night."

"Oh stuff it," said Hermione throwing a pillow at his head upon finishing her dressing.

"You know what Granger, you just—" said Draco who had stopped talking in mid sentence at the sight of what Hermione was wearing.

"They're not my clothes, alright?" said Hermione who felt very self-conscious in what she was wearing. They weren't the conserved clothes you'd see her in like a nice top or a knee length skirt or anything like that for that matter. In fact it was probably the shortest mini plaid skirt you'd ever seen and a red tube top to match with a short jean jacket. She looked like she was working at about $200 an hour and on top of that, the only shoes she could find were knee high, five inch heel black boots.

"You know you can stop gawking now," said Hermione feeling her cheeks start to get very hot.

"Don't worry I wasn't," said Draco shrugging her off as he headed over the door, "besides, who would ever show interest in a mudblood."

"You obviously or have you already forgotten I woke up beside you?" said Hermione walking out the door behind her quickly grabbing her purse. Hermione was in hell; she was feeling nauseated by her hang over and having to walk in high heel boots was not working. She had no idea how she would get down the stairs.

"Are you going to fall if you attempt those stairs?" said Draco looking at her.

"What?" said Hermione who completely spaced out.

"I'll take that as a yes," said Draco immediately scooping her up into his arms.

"What are you doing?" said Hermione surprised at the sudden movement.

"I'm carrying you down the stairs. The last thing this house needs is a death because you couldn't walk down stairs," said Draco as he carried her to bottom upon resting her back on her feet.

"Uh thanks," said Hermione trying to regain her balance.

"Don't be thankful. I want nothing to do with you after I find out what happened," said Draco. "Yuck," he said to himself under his breath, "waking up beside a muggleborn and miss perfect herself."

They walked into the kitchen to see a guy serving drinks to hungover people.

"You're still serving drinks?" said Hermione sitting down on the stool. People were passed out all over the house in ever room.

"I'm serving the pick me ups for hung over folks," said the guy extending his hand, "My name is Jack by the way."

"Hi Jack," said Hermione politely taking his hand and shaking it lightly, "give me a pick me up?"

"Sure, but I'd plug your nose while you drink it," said Jack fixing her drink. He passed it down the counter and she gulped it while she plugged her nose.

"Nothing like tar in the morning to wake you up," said Hermione looking quite disgusted after she had guzzled half the glass.

"I know that this is probably a dumb question," said Draco leaning against the fridge, "but where are we? Whose house is this?"

"You are at Robbie Nicholson's house," said Jack upon pouring a drink for Draco, "biggest partier of the century. Holds parties here all the time and never gets caught. It's magic it is."

"It must be," said Hermione sighing and laying her head on the counter.

"So how was your guy's night?" said Jack winking at the both of them.

"What are you talking about?" said Draco looking at him curiously sipping his drink

"You guys were really going at it last night. You guys were dancing with each other all night and then you started downing shooters. It was like you guys were having a contest to see who could take the most," said Jack.

"Who did?" said Draco, "not that I care about trivial things like that."

"It was you," said Jack.

"Go figure," said Draco plugging his nose taking another sip of his drink.

"Oh bloody hell," said Hermione bringing her head off the counter, "grow up."

"Shut up you," said Draco bitterly still sipping his drink.

"And what if I don't," said Hermione standing up, "what's Mr. High and mighty gonna do to me?"

"Hey hush it down both of you. People are still sleeping off their hang overs," said Jack pouring yet another glass for another hung over person, "anyways, last I saw of you two you were making out and heading for the bedroom."

Hermione sitting down again, looked at Draco in disgust, "kiss those lips? Thank goodness I was drunk."

"The feelings mutual," said Draco glaring at her.

"If you want to know what happened you'd ought to go see Robbie," said Jack yawning.

"Why?" said Hermione who was still glaring at Draco.

"He has magic camera's, he could show you what went on in that bedroom you were in," said Jack.

"Hey," said Hermione focusing her glare from Draco to Jack, "that's invasion of privacy."

"It's only invasion if he can see it which he can't because only the people in that room can see it. It's a great idea. Many people do dumb things while they're drunk at his parties. This way it gives them peace of mind knowing what they did," said Jack nodding his head.

"Magic you say?" said Hermione looking at Jack curiously drinking the rest of her drink.

"Yeah, you're both a witch and a wizard are you not? If you're not I'm gonna have to do a memory charm on ya both," said Jack reaching for what Hermione and Draco could only assume was his want.

"No, that won't be necessary," said Draco, "we're magic folk, not muggles"

"Alright then," said Jack bringing hiss hand back to the countertop, "then I suggest you go down the hall and the first door on your left. You'll see Robbie down there."

"Thanks," said Draco walking quickly down the hall with Hermione following behind him.

"I will never ever party again," said Hermione to herself, shaking her head.

Both of them quickly walked down the hall and entered the room rather abruptly.

"So I imagine both of you are here to see what went on between the two of you in room five upstairs to your left," said Robbie who had his back turned to them as he was watching cameras.

"How did you know that?" said Hermione amazed as his accuracy.

"Divination," said Robbie, "and non-magic cameras."

"Don't you party?" said Draco who had assumed a spot against the wall leaning.

"Pick me up spell," said Robbie rummaging through tapes, "it's a wonder. Anyways I'm going to put the tape in now so you better watch."

Hermione and Draco crowded around the screen to wait for the tape to start. As it started Hermione looked horrified. Her and Draco had just entered the room. They were kissing and groping, the whole works. Bit after bit the clothes came off both of them till they were in bed. Hermione covered her mouth as she heard herself moan over the television.

"Wow Granger," said Draco halfway though, "I didn't know you could bend that way."

"Oh shut up," said Hermione who was near close to tears.

She watched as her and Draco had sex right in front of her very eyes. Even the initial sex part wasn't the worst of it. Neither had used any protection.

Hermione started trembling as she backed away from the computer. She slid against the wall hugging her knees as she had done earlier and started staring ahead.

"Oh, all hell's frozen over. I screwed a mudblood," said Draco holding his head, "I can't believe I screwed some mudblood bitch."

"Shut up," said Hermione softly leaning her head on her knees.

"What?" said Draco looking back towards her.

"I said SHUT UP!" yelled Hermione who had thoughts zooming around her head. What if she got pregnant? What would happen next?

"Damn, I'm never drinking near you again. Gosh you probably came on to me," said Draco who was pacing the room.

"Actually," said Robbie interrupting turning his chair around, "it was you after the 5th of 6th shot. You started dancing with her very provocatively and then you guys made out ect ect you know what happened next."

"How do you remember that?" asked Draco turning back towards him.

"Sheer memory," said Robbie turning back around

"Damn Granger. Never come near me again," said Draco glaring at her from near the cameras

"That won't be a problem!" yelled Hermione who had started sobbing into her knees. "You know what? You're just a huge jerk."

With that Hermione stood herself up and immediately headed for the door upon leaving it and slamming it behind her.

"You better go after her, she's going to try and apparate," said Robbie still facing all the cameras

"Oh bloody hell," said Draco rushing out the door after her, "I'm not her bloody keeper."

"But you might be," said Robbie to himself as he used magic to close the door behind Draco.

Hermione was in the living room where no one was yet awake. She pulled out her wand and was about to apparate when Draco grabbed her wand and stuck it in his pant pocket.

"Bloody hell Malfoy let me leave," said Hermione trying to grab her wand from his pant pocket.

"You are not apparating home in you condition, you might end up in China," said Draco grabbing her hands, keeping them away from his pocket.

"Oh I didn't know you cared," said Hermione sarcastically before she broke her arms free of his hold and headed for the door.

"What? You're going to go and walk home? Looking like that?" said Draco walking after her.

"I don't care," said Hermione reaching for the door handle, "I want to go home."

"I'll drive you home okay?" said Draco grabbing her wrist, "it'll save us both some agony."

"Why are you being nice?" said Hermione as Draco dragged her back through the house to the backdoor.

"Trust me, I have my reasons," said Draco as they went out the backdoor.

"Enlighten me," said Hermione breaking her hand free from him, "I can walk you know without you holding my hand."

"For one you look like a hooker and if anything should happen or unexpected start showing. I'd rather not have people see you like that," said Draco pushing the alarm button on his keychain to unset his car alarm.

"Oh you mean if I get pregnant, you don't want the people to think you knocked up a hooker," said Hermione walking around to the other side of his car.

"Precisely," said Draco unlocking the door.

"You're an asshole Malfoy," said Hermione waiting impatiently on the other side, "a grade A asshole."

They both climbed into the car and did up their seatbelts. Even Hermione couldn't say that it wasn't a nice car that he owned.

"Must be nice to have a daddy who buys you everything," said Hermione bitterly as she kept her head to her right, determined not to look at Draco.

"It is," said Draco revving up the car and pulling out, "so where do you live?"

"I live in those new condos they just put up on the other side of town. Those ones down on the near Howe Street," said Hermione staring out the window.

"Those places are nice. But super small," said Draco driving along.

"Yeah, but they work. I live alone," said Hermione her arms crossed against her chest.

"I gathered that. You went to a Robbie Nicholson party. No one taken goes to a Robbie Nicholson party," said Draco.

"Why is that?" asked Hermione turning her head to look at him.

"No one remembers what happens so you have no idea what you've done until you've done it. You can't take risks like that when your taken, it could blow up in your face," said Draco, his eyes fixated on the road.

"So I gather you're single was well," said Hermione continuing her gaze out the window.

"Yup, being taken is no fun. With the single life you can have someone new every day," said Draco stopping in front of her condo, "Here you go."

"You're a sick one you know that?" said Hermione getting out.

"The sickest," said Draco smirking at her.

Hermione started up towards her buildings entrance when Draco called out to her. He motioned her back and she stuck her head in his car.

"If anything should happen I'll suck it up and stick to my duties alright," said Draco looking straight at her.

"Hopefully it won't come to that," said Hermione impatiently as her head was leaning in the car, but her butt and extremely short skirt were getting her whistles from guys on the streets.

"But just in case, here's my business card. My home phone is on the back. I'll see you around," said Draco driving off.

"Yeah," said Hermione, annoyed with Draco and herself, for the previous nights events, walked up the steps to her building entrance. She rummaged through her purse for here key to let herself in.

As she was waiting for the elevator, her neighbour John, who was only 2 years older, was just coming out of the laundry room.

"Stop gawking John, I can see you doing it in the door," said Hermione walking past him.

"I didn't say a word," said John who was still staring at her attire.

"I know it's not me," said Hermione as she walked up to the elevator and pushed the 3rd floor button.

"You have nice legs though," said John chuckling to himself as he stood beside her.

"John!" said Hermione punching him lightly in the arm, "I'm a lady, under normal circumstances."

"Yeah I know. Let me guess," said John looking her over again, "Robbie Nicholson party?"

"How did you know?" said Hermione looking at him curiously as they entered the elevator.

"The look," said John, "I'd never go to a Robbie Nicholson party. They're much to crazy for the likes of me. Partying, drinking. You never know what's going to happen. For all you know you could wake up beside someone you don't know. Wouldn't that be funny if that happened to you 'Mione?"

"A real hootenanny," said Hermione unimpressed. She wasn't in the best of moods.

"I was kidding 'Mione. It's not like it would ever happen to you," said John laughing.

There was an uncomfortable silence between them and Hermione shifted her feet around.

"Who'd you wake up next to?" asked John biting his lower lip.

"I don't wanna talk about it," said Hermione as the elevator stopped on their floor.

"Alright, I'll talk to you later then," said John walking down the hall to his apartment.

Hermione walked in silence down to her apartment as opened her door. She immediately sat down in the kitchen. She was still shocked that the whole ordeal had even happened in the first place. The first thing she did was get into the shower.

It seemed that no matter how hard she scrubbed, she still felt the dirt as if it would never come off. She leaned against the side of the shower as the water poured over her. She wanted to cry, but she had already done enough of that today.

She wrapped the towel around herself and another for her hair and sat down in front of the television. She bit her lip and picked up her phone. She dialled the number carefully and put the phone up to her ear.

"Hey, Hi Angie…Yeah I'm fine…Why am I calling? I have to ask to you a question…Do you have any more of those morning after pills…Why do I need one? Bring yourself over and the pills and I'll tell you…Be over in five minutes? Great," said Hermione hanging up the phone.

She sighed and leaned against the back of the couch before she got up to go get changed. Thoughts still zoomed through her mind. What if she was pregnant? Would Draco really keep his promise to take care of her and the baby and what about her future? She was still in University. What would her friends think of her?

Hermione shook her head. There was no concrete proof and hopefully this pill would help. There was nothing for her worry about. She could stay calm for the time being. But as she knew all too well, there was always the calm before the storm.

Author's Notes: Well there's the first chapter anyways...Hope you Enjoy~Please Review, it really does help

~*Alyssa --o