"Draco, please!" Hermione whined.

"No, woman! I'm tired of you calling me every second of the day! If you want a towel for your shower, go bloody get it yourself!" huffed Draco. He was getting tired of being her slave. His name was being called out of her mouth every 5 seconds! He couldn't take it anymore!

"Fine. I will get it myself!"

Hermione came out of their room, and went downstairs in a small closet to get herself a towel for her shower before classes. Draco hadn't left her any hot water last night, and she was just too tired from classes that day to wait for it to heat back up. So, she decided to take one this morning.

When she finally stepped under the stream of hot water, her muscles relaxed, and she let out a groan. Being pregnant really did a lot to you. The baby growing inside of you, making you sick, and have cravings for some of the most weird things REALLY made you tired.

You of the most weirdest things yet, is Hermione's hormones were all out of whack.

For one, she was always moody. She would yell at Draco, even though moments ago she would be happy. The oddest thing, though, was this feeling of need she got was strange. She had never felt it before. Each time she felt it, the worse it got.

Hermione put it all out of her head, though, because she had to finish her shower so she could get down to her first class in time. Hermione's class schedule was harder than most of the other 7th years, since she was taking more than the needed classes for her N.E. .

As Hermione let the familiar scent of her strawberry with a hint of vanilla shampoo and conditioner comfort her, she heard Draco bang on the door.

"Hurry up, Hermione! If you want me to walk you to your first class, you best get your arse on the move!"

Hermione sighed, finished rinsing her hair and body. After she shut the water off, she stepped onto the cold marble floor and shivered.

Hermione pulled on her clothes and stared at her bushy mane in the mirror. It wasn't as if it were ugly anymore It had actually calmed down a lot since her younger years. It still wasn't that great, though.

Hermione had learned quite a few hair spells, so she dried her hair magically, and then flicked her wrist a second time at her hair, and her frizzy, bushy mane became soft, silky smooth curls that came down to her ribcage.

She sighed once more as Draco banged on the door again, and yanked the door open to walk into the bedroom to grab her bag.

"Took you long enough. We'll only have a few minutes to eat breakfast now. Thanks, Hermione!"

"Quit whining, Draco! Merlin, one would think you were a two year old!"

"Like you're any better! Always ordering me around so bloody much," Draco mumbled the last bit.

Hermione paid him no mind, and just rolled her eyes and walked into the Great Hall.

After the War. No one really cared where they sat, and people from all different houses just sat where ever they felt like.

Hermione and Draco went and sat at the end of the Ravenclaw House's table. People still whispered, and they heard it.

"Why can't any one around here mind their own business," Hermione asked Draco.

"I dunno. I guess they all just want something to talk about."

Draco piled his plate full of food, while Hermione had little on here plate, and was just pushing her food around with her fork.

The morning sickness wasn't getting any better, and if she even took a whiff of something that smelled bad, she'd be sitting in the toilets all day.

Draco started shoving food in his mouth, usually like Ron does on a daily bases, and Hermione was surprised. He usually had fantastic manners. Pureblood proper etiquette, she supposed.

After a little while of staring him with an expression of disgust etched into Hermione features, Draco finally looked up at her from his plate.

"What?"

"Why are you eating like that? It's absolutely horrific!"

"I'm starving. You had me going to get this and that for you yesterday, and I was so tired last night, I went to bed with out dinner." Draco grumbled. He sent an accusing glare at Hermione.

"Well sorry." Was all Draco got.

A few minutes of eating like a pig and food being pushed around a plate, Hermione and Draco got up to leave for their first class, which they both had Charms.

They walked together down the corridor in a comfortable silence. Draco was the first one to talk.

"Hey, Hermione? How much longer until you have the baby?" Draco asked.

"Well, we're about to go into the 2nd month of the assignment, so 3 months to go."

Draco sighed. Hermione understood.

"I know. It seems like a long time, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

By then they had reached the Charms classroom. They were there pretty early, and there were plenty of seats left, so they parted with a tiny wave and smile, and went to sit with their friends.

"Hey, Harry," Hermione said as she sat next to him," how's it going with Pansy?"

Harry grimaced, and Hermione gave him a sympathetic look.

"Well, she is a piece of work, but now it's horrible! She's crying all the time, and yells at me! Merlin, she picked up a glass vase the other day and threw it at the wall! And I only asked her to hand me my quill that was sitting next to her!"

Hermione understood and patted him on the back.

"I hope it gets better for you, Harry."

Harry sighed, "Me too, Mione, me too. But enough about me, how're you and Malfoy?"

Hermione saw the little grimace Harry gave, so it didn't go unnoticed.

"Well, we have had a little truce, I guess. You could say we're friends. It's all weird, though, isn't it? Us Gryffindors paired up with Slytherins we've hated for 6 years now. I thought there would be more of a fight than this. He's actually cooperating with me. Most of the time, anyway. I feel like this is all just a dream, you know?"

"Yeah, I understand. I'm going to admit, I don't like Malfoy, not really. But if he's willing to cooperate with me, I'll try. Understand that I said try," Harry said when he saw Hermione's face light up.

Her face dropped, though, when Ron came and sat down next to the both. She knew it would be a different story with him. He just had such a temper.

"Hello Harry, Hermione. How's it going," Ron asked.

Harry and Hermione couldn't answer his question, because Professor Flitwik had pulled himself on top of a stack of books, and had called the classroom to order.

"Goodmorning, class," squeaked Flitwik, "Today we'll just be getting reacquainted with charms we have done in the past!"

The class groaned. Those spells were all so easy.

"Now, now. This should be easy for you all! Especially you, Miss. Granger," Professor Flitwik looked in Hermione's direction with a look of admiration on his face.

Hermione smiled. She remembered in 1st year, she was the first one to perform the Wingardium Leviosa spell.

"We'll start with the very first charm you learned," it was as if Flitwik read her mind," Wingardium Levisoa!"

The class got started. Last time, they were making feathers float, but this time, they had to float very large paper weights.

For some it was easy, but others, it wasn't. Some floated 2 feet off of the desk, wobbling dangerously.

Not like Hermione's. Hers was floating higher and higher towards the ceiling, much like Draco's. No doubt they were the smartest ones in their age.

Hermione and Draco parted at the door, and made their way to their next class.

After Charms class, Hermione had Arithmacy. She really rather enjoyed that class. Even if she did have it with some rather nasty Slytherins. Like Pansy Parkinson, who was looking at her now with a sneer on her face, while being in the middle of her little Slytherin croonies.

"Look who it is, ladies. The filthy mudblood whore," said Pansy.

It looks like when they were showing around the baby ultrasounds, she had just put up an act in front of Draco. What a bitch.

"Please, Parkinson, I've heard worse," It was true. She had. Her and Draco hated each other for the past 6 years, remember?

"Probably from Draco. I feel so bad for him, having to spend his time, breathing in mudblood germs," The girls' around Pansy snickered.

"Just shut the fuck up, and go open your legs for another boy, like the whore you are, Parkinson, because quite frankly, I'm not afraid of you, and this is getting more boring by the minute," Hermione said while inspecting her well manicured nails.

"You bitch!" Pansy shrieked, and whipped out her wand, but Hermione had forseen she would do that, and had hers out and pressed into Pansy's neck, before Pansy could even bat an eye.

"Listen, Parkinson, I already told you, I'm not afraid of you. Keep calling me names, though, and you might find yourself on the end of some rather nasty hexes I know. They don't call me the brightest with of my age for nothing. So I'd back off if I were you," Hermione said with a glare.

Pansy backed off but said," You wait, you stupid bitch. I've got what's coming for you. I'd watch your back if I were you," Pansy looked spitting mad when Hermione gave a tiny yawn, and spun on her heel, and stormed away.

Hermione, pleased with herself, turned around and strolled to her next class.

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The rest of the day went by slower than Hermione would have liked.

First off, her back was killing her. Second, Cassiopeia would not stop kicking, making it worse. Today was just not her day.

Hermione was happy when she returned to her dorm, and went up to hers and Draco's private bathroom to take a bath.

Whenever the bath was filled up, Hermione eased herself down into the hot water.

"Merlin, I'm getting huge. My belly comes out of the water!" Hermione thought.

She really was getting huge. For only starting her third month out of 5, that was. She could only imagine how much bigger she would get with the upcoming 2 months.

With those thoughts leaving her mind, Hermione sunk lower into the hot water with a sigh, liking the feeling of the water on her aching back.

Hermione got so lost in the feeling and her thoughts, she didn't even hear the door open.

Draco had walked right in on her having her bath. He gasped when he saw her in there, and tried to ignore the stiffness growing between his legs. She was beautiful, even when pregnant. She had a full chest, and not a blemish on her pale skin, save for the barely there freckles that were splayed across the bridge of her nose.

Draco, realizing he was standing there with his mouth open, came to his senses, and ran out of the bathroom, slamming the door on his way out, and also making Hermione aware of his presence.

Whenever the door slammed, Hermione nearly had a heart attack. She didn't even realize Draco had walked in!

By then, Hermione's cheeks were red, and she felt violated. He had seen her naked.

Well, wasn't this great? This will just make things super awkward.

Hermione sighed once again and lifted herself from the tub, and shivered when the cold air in the bathroom stole the feeling of the warmness of her bath from her skin.

"How am I going to face him?" Hermione felt her cheeks heat up again in the span of 5 minutes. She wasn't sure how she'd handle it.

Whenever she put on her pajamas, she spell dried her hair, and put it in a tight bun on top of her head.

When she was done, she let her eyes drop to her already protruding belly, and felt a rush of affection when the baby kicked. She couldn't wait until her baby got here.

Hermione turned sideways, and looked at herself in the mirror, and put her hand on her belly, and cracked a smile.

Hermione then looked at the door and knew she had to walk out of there some time.

"Might as well get it over with."

Hermione, a true Gryffindor, put on her brave face, lifted her chin high in the air, and marched out of the bathroom. Draco was sitting on the bed.

"Err… Hey," Draco said, scratching the back of his head, looking anywhere but at her.

"Hi."

"ImSoSorryIDidn'tKnowYouWereTakingABath!" shouted Draco.

"I'm sorry, what? I didn't quite catch that," said Hermione.

"I said, I'm so sorry I didn't know that you were taking a bath," said Draco in a small voice.

Hermione didn't answer at first, and Draco looked up at her.

She was looking at him strangely.

"What?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just weird hearing you apologize to me," said Hermione.

"Well, I have before," Draco said with a questioning voice.

"Oh, I know, it's just still weird to hear you speak to me with out venom in your voice, so I guess I just haven't gotten used to it yet," Hermione explained.

"So will you forgive me?"

"Oh, yes. About that. I will forgive you this time, but next time knock, or I'll be forced to hex your balls off," Hermione said with a smirk at Draco's already painful expression.

"I'll make sure I do that. So, everything is going to be alright between us?" Draco asked.

"Yes, every thing is going to be alright," Hermione said.

As they went to bed that night, little did they know that every thing would be every thing but alright.

(A/N) I just wanted to say that I am SO sorry. You guys remember how I told you me and my team won that one competition? Well, we went to the Regionals competition, and we ended up not winning. /3 Anyway, all of the practices from that kept me from updating the last two weeks. After the competition, though, I guess I don't really have an excuse. I was writing little pieces of this chapter throughout the week, and just decided to finish it. I know, it's a little dull, but I promise the next one WILL be better! How'd you guys feel about Draco seeing Hermione naked? PRICELESS. I'm going to try and update again tomorrow. In fact, I know I will at least start the next chapter tomorrow, and if I don't finish it tomorrow, I most definitely will Friday. The story is going to start to get more Dramione action, so keep coming back! :)