Author's note: The third chapter is now complete. Thank Goodness, beacuse this story takes time.

Rating: M for mature. When I say mature, I really mean it.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns almost everything.

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(People who say they sleep like a baby usually don't have one.-Leo J Burke.)

Hermione slips for a few seconds. The tired sleepy feeling hasn't left her weary bones yet. She feels incomplete for these few numb seconds.
Almost as if she had rammed her funny bone and her whole body was her funny bone. It was like she was sleep-walking. Pulling herself out of the girl's dormotories so early in the morning, almost walking dizzy. She couldn't see straight and as if it was routine she stripps herself.

Then like the burning sensation you get after you have touched a hot stove or have put your hand to close to a candle she is awake. The hot-water and steam hits her, making her senses take a leap from out of the sleepy-swamp and into this morning's reality with a great big deep breath.

Had she been breathig as she awoke this morning, up until now she had no idea. However as she adjusts to the showers' hot water...the same feeling comes.
This deep haunting almost warming sensation from her abdomen. She had this feeling come to her all the time. Ever since her first check-up during her pregnancy...when she first felt the warm feeling. The healer had cast a spell that checked Liam's status and heartbeat...he was healthy. The warm feeling intenses as if the baby was magically dancing inside her. Celebrating in getting to meet his mummy.

However, even after she had Liam, when she was apart from him or sad or had a mother's intution...she got the feeling back. The water drizzles down her body and dampens her hair. She closes her eyes and rests her head against the stone in the ancient showers capacity. She squeezes them so tightly closed, her face muscles protest. It was't fair...

So many things in her mind were unjustified. For one, being seperated from her son. She loved her son more then magic, however she wanted to complete Hogwarts for herself.
Except her heart didn't tell her brain before-hand it would be so hard. Her nerves and feelings never told her heart that this warming stomach sensation would haunt her either.

Second, no one told her that it would be harder to look at Draco everyday and not only think about her son, but also re-grow those deep emotions for the man.
The again, maybe she had feelings for him. She did. Sure she hated some of the consequences of being a young mother, but she never could get rid of the thankfuless inside her.
That if it weren't for that blonde ferret hypocritical short-tempered over-protective dominate heir, she wouldn't have her precious joy. Her son.
Their son.
Also included would be the way he treats her this year. So loving and warm, then jealous when she hangs with her old friends.
He wasn't abusive, just...almost as if. She was his now. How she see's how badly he wants to rub it in her friend's faces that they have a child.
He wanted to be a proud father and show off pictures of Liam and like his parents...try to persuade her to become a hypocrite herself. To put herself above others. To dress ad spend like there was no tommorow. To be a Malfoy.

Then the most deepest thing that hurts her, deep inside her lost inner-child. Her lost innocence. The thing that makes her sick to her stomach beyond scrutany. She wasn't head girl. Her inner bookworm, who had lost itself somewhere inbetween sex and 'push honey, one more push and you've got yourself a son.' was jealous....of the one and only Draco Malfoy. He had made head-boy, no suprise really, all that time being his partner in classes last year not only produced Liam, but also Draco's grades to improve.
Hermione had worked just as hard, she had been a prefect...however she was discluded from the nomination beacuse she wasn't there for the full year.

She was only gone for the last few months of school, however they counted it against her.
What cut her most deep was that...she was giving birth to his son and she suffered for him. However he got head boy.
After all that pain...all the hiding and the emotional part on her nerves from his parents...she wanted to at least have a head girl badge to count for her hard work in changing diapers, breast-feeding and still keeping all of her grades up.

Comming to terms with it all, or at least attempting too as the water starts to run cold....her skin had gotten immue to the warm water now. In this moment right before she turns off the shower and right after she washes the soap from her hair, she thinks about crying.
She thought about it, but decided this morning would be a lovely day for a run.
No tears included.

(Sex is like math: You add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs and pray you don't multiply.- Feras Yaghmor. "oh thats just freaking great".-Mione.)

Out of breath. she finally came to a halt. Her speed decreased physically but her heart rate increased.
She had stopped now at the end of her almost five mile run. It was in the early evening and as she rested her body onto the quidditch bleacher after running up those long stairs...it felt oddly good and sickening to not feel her legs burn anymore.
Crossing her legs and putting her arm over her eyes she took deep breaths, then listened as the echos of the slytherin quidditch team practiced out on the feild. She laid there for awhile in a time that only felt like about twenty minutes.

However she was rudly awakened by a hand running up her leg. She remembers his tocuh, the feel of his hand...the shivers his rings sent through her exposed skin.
The old Hermione would have squealed and got up quickly. Then again Hermione now was up for anything and scared of nothing. After birth, she could handle anything.
She just moves her arm and glances up to see Draco and the rest of the slytherin quidditch team...just fucking great.

Draco always played the cocky bastard when around his friends. She says with a small smile cornering her lips, "What are you starring at Draco"
He seems to be checking her out, and she is sure the rest are too.

What wasn't there to look at?
The blonde man found himself in a rut. He wanted more then anything right now to grab her and pull her onto his lap to show the rest of the quidditch team that she belonged to him. Then again he decided against it.
It would piss her off.
Hermione may have a nice body, but a whore she was not. Sure she dressed alot nicer this year and actually took time to do her hair and put on a bit of foundation.
Her attire at the current moment was some running shorts that showed off alot of leg, and a hoodie. Unfortunatley the hoodie had been zipped down a bit from getting hot while running.
She had forgot to zip it up. Then again she didn't care anymore. She could give a shit less what people thought of her.

She lays her head back down against the bleacher, "Don't you snakey-poos have some practice to maintain..." she looks at Draco with a secret smile, "I'm absolutley sure you need alot of it"
The rest all were respectful of Granger now, even the ones who didn't know about her and Draco... managed to follow suit.
Only to play along of course. A few replied with 'ohhhh' or 'ha! sure'
"Is that so?" Malfoy pride bustled and then again his ego was now given a dangerous boost. "Tell me Hermione, have you been watching us?"

The brunette rolled her eyes, "Please, I'd rather end up with a weeks detention then have to watch you 'amatuer athletes' even try to cope up a sweat"
Blaise raised an eyebrow, "Really? Do enlighten us Granger on how we are not athletes.." He sits at her feet and rests his hand on his broom.

Her response: "Oh look at me I ride a broom....I am so athletic." she lets out a string of cute flirty almost teasing giggles. That she meant to be demeaning, however men hear what they want to hear. all they heard was almost a pornographic laugh.
Draco sits at her head and resits the urge to kiss her for teasing him. Then give her body what it deserves. "And you...are a athlete?" he gives her that daring look. The one he gave her when he said she would never actually go through with sleeping with him.
Look where that look got them now.

She sits up and moves her legs over so she is sitting inbetween Draco and Blaise, "As a matter of fact...I am"
Blaise was not the person you dared or even remotley teased about sports with, quidditch was his life, "Wanna bet that?" He stands up.
A sly smile, "Lets see what you got?" she stands on the bleacher so she is at least eye-level with him. Heaven forbid she ever meet a short-slytherin.
Suddenly there are lines of worry in Draco's face, he looks a bit...scared. It had hit him what was making her bone thin. "Hermione are you sure? I mean..."

She turns and looks at him, even on the bleacher she was still and inch shorter then him, "why? you think beacuse I'm a girl that I can't kick Blaise's arse at a foot-race"
His eyes close, that wasn't what he meant, "No...I was..."

She doesn't give him the chance and takes the matter into her own hands, "Come on Blaise...we will play by your rules. However, when I beat you at this, you have to tell everybody how you got beat by a chick"
The slytherins all give her a interested glaze, some playful. Blaise pulls his hoodie over his neatly tucked corn-rolls and then takes off his slytherin armor. "You are really cute you know. Thinking you can beat me. typical Gryffindor...."

( Story fact 1: Liam Serpentis Malfoy was named out of courtesy of the pureblood family, in tradition. Liam (which means born protector) Serpentis (the genitive for the constallation Serpens which means 'serpent' in english) and of course keeping his formal last name Malfoy.)

Defense against the dark arts was a dreary place for Hermione. Everytime she saw Snape...her skin crawled. It was kind of scary that...he was almost like family....connected to her through her son. It's bad enough after everything he had done. Now he was actually a bit civil with her, like he was with the slytherins and she was absolutley sure the other houses noticed this also.
She sat in her normal spot, her note writting so prim and rough through her pent up anger after every word he said, she was sure she was going to tear the parchment.

He always skipped her before and now...now he loved to call on her. Like a sick twisted game. "Anybody know the answer?" he asks as if no one did. quirky smile adds, "Ms. Granger?"

Writting stops, her face on the verge of splashing the ink all over his robes, of course she knew the damn answer. However he wasn't going to get forgiveness that easy. No way in bloody hell. "Sorry professor, I am afraid that I have no current idea what the answer is to your subsocontual question," She gives him a please prim and proper fake smile.
It sounded more like a come-back.

His lips were a thin line, his voice sulfur, "Ms. Granger a word...after class"
Glaring she manages a smile that looked like she was trying hard not to scream, "of course professor."

Tension was thick. Everybody else in the room fell silent. Ron and Harry had kept quiet but she was sure, they were somehow trying to put it all together. Problem was, they never really would. As always, they were clueless.
No one would figure out the puzzle that was Hermione. She was tricky and like the large garden maze on the Malfoy grounds...only people who had a clue of her inner-self were the Malfoys themselves, and her parents...and Snape.

Minutes turned into seconds, she actually wanted this class to last. The first time in a long time she actually wanted the class to be longer.
She couldn't deny the bell. As everybody suddenly perked up and grabbed books and bags and differen't items.
Only to exit and leave her there. some Gryffindors passed her sad or sucks-for-you glances.

Snape being the first to speak, his voice a normal tone. The one he would use when talking to Narcissa, "Hermione, I don't understand you..."

"Good, I don't want you to nor do I think you need to. and call me Granger..."

His eyes were a tripping cold glare, yet somewhere in those frozen pools was a warm fire only exposed to certain individuals. She saw right through them, and she wasn't sure she wanted to be one of those lucky people. She'd rather die in the cold.

"Hermione, are you still cross?" he asked with a flick of his wand starting to wrap up the objects at the front of the class. He ignores her request.

"Yes. you had no right..."

"No." he says now near her. Making her glare up at him. "You had no right hiding Liam..."

Blinking she stands, "Why would it have mattered? I don't need Malfoy, I don't need his money and aren't you the one who had suggested the abortion?"

"Funny Ms. Granger how you change the subject. Are you cross with me beacuse I told Narcissa and Lucius or are you cross beacuse I suggested getting rid of a child that might have ruined my Godson's life?"

Brown eyes lower. How dare he. "Then why didn't you let me just go?"

"Beacuse, if I were a man and I had found out about a child being mine, I would want to be apart of the choice to keep it or not."

Tears in her eyes as she looks up, "No, if you were a man...you'd realize that it's the girl's choice. It doesn't matter if the man doesn't want it or does...the baby still has one person who loves it no matter what."

His jaw line moves a bit, she had caught him speechless.

Now letting him have it. "Professor, I do not care whether you told them. Whats done is done. I'm sick of everything, especially people making my decisions. You made the biggest one for me."

"I made it easier for you in a sense..."

"No. Professor you made it harder, As of now...my path has been chosen for me. I'm a mother. My son is an heir. I have rules and secrets to keep. The only choice I have made is to keep coming to school."

"So you are angered at me over choices?"

She locks her jaw, her eyes searching, "You know what?" she looks up at him once again, "You are right. I shouldn't be mad. I just should have done what I didn't in the first place." Grabbing her books and belongings she smiles at him, "Good day professor"
It all made sense now. It was all coming together. The root of all her problems.

Her smile was a false one. She looked ill. He lisped, "What are you doing?"

She turns as she is about to exit his classroom, "Research."

(If we don't change direction soon, we will end up where we are going."- Professor Irwin Corey)

Hermione had skipped dinner. The lose of appetite and busy mind had her going. Flipping through book after book after book. Fustrated. Fatigued. Angry. Sad...Driven.

She read till she couldn't keep her eyes open, she read until she felt her body and mind give up. Nothing. She read until the hours on the clock passed quite fast.

There was nothing to keep her mind off everything. No book or page to keep her from screaming.
It was only the first week. Only the first qaurter, and she was already beside her mind. On top of it all she was confused, and for the first time in her life, scared shitless.
It was the same scared you feel, when you find out your going to be someone's parent.

Rudley awakened, once again. "Mione?"

Looking up she manages a fake smile, "Hey Ron, Harry...Ginny"
They all grab seats around the library table.

Ginny was the first to speak, "Why weren't you at dinner?"

Shrugging she flips through a book, "Not that hungry..." she looks up giving them an even more convincing smile, "I have to get this stupid essay done for Snape."

Ron raised an eyebrow, still clueless and sorry, "Serious? what did you do to tick him off?"

"I skipped or managed to sneak out of meetings with Malfoy..." she lied.

Harry asked, "Is that why he kept you after class?"

She nods, and turns another page. "Yeah..."

"Is that why you were talking to the whole slytherin quidditch team?" Ginny adds.

Looking up, she was quick to think of an excuse, "Malfoy confronted me on it. He'd rather have me just do the essay...quidditch team just happened to be there." another lie. It was almost as easy as speaking the truth now.
Just that second she had to whisper to her heart, that she was lying to protect them, to protect herself.

Ron's answer was, "Then just do it for him and get it over with."

Annoyed and with an expression that would inpress Narcissa Malfoy herself, she glares at him. "I have integrity and honor to uphold...if I do that he will walk all over me." Lie again.
She felt like she was a whore with no honor, she had no fucking integirty and as far as honor...she was as noble as Voldemort himself. In her mind, she was nothing more then what slytherin peers had at first made her out to be, before Malfoy came into her picture, or for another matter into her body. She was a filthy mudblood in her own mind. A lying filthy whore, who was lying to keep her closest friends...

The other two, just took it as Hermione being busy and her whole original out-look on doing other's work. She was always like that, since day one.

Redhead Weasly took it as a turn-on. He bit his lip a little, and as if he had forgotten about Lavendar his hand touches her knee underneath the table.

The feeling of a man's hand on her leg, shocked her. Especially Ron's. It was a coarse hand, one ridden from broom riding and farm life.
It didn't give her a tingly feeling like that of Liam's father, but more of a dirty, sick, peevy way. Like as if it was her brother.
He was a friend, and after him doing what he did to her with Brown the year before, she had lost all feelings for him.

Managing to look up from her book, she pretends not to notice. She decides to not notice the hunger in his eyes, or the rubbing of his thumb on her knee.

However someone had noticed the sudden closeness. The way Ron was touching her, looking at her. Peering over a bookcase in the dark a few shelves away, he heard the conversation at hand now. Coming to the library to check on Mione and inquire why she hadn't eaten since breakfast...then get to talk about things that had been eating away at him.
Draco Malfoy, felt sick and disgusted. Ronald Weasley was a bit close...actualy too close to her. All three of them were. Disgust turned into jealousy and jealousy turned into pent up anger and sexual and emotional feelings for her.

Hermione taps his hand away and then folds one leg over the one that had been graced. Not even giving him a second glance of disapproval. She just listens to Harry and Ginny talk about quidditch.
Still flipping through a book.

Draco struts over and slams a heavy book on the table. His face looked murderous. He unties his tie around his neck as if he is going to either fuck her in front of them or kick Weasley's ass.
Instead his hand goes to the back of her chair his fingers slowly caress the tiny hairs on the back of her neck hanging from her bun and his other on the solid oak table. Of course the others don't see this. He says with a deep hate, "It's late. You three Gryffindors shouldn't be up in the library past curfew."

Ron hates his sudden closeness to mione, "Either should you.."

"I'm head boy, and plus...me and Hermione have speacial permission." he turns to see her blank expression, she had no comment. Her eyes closed as if significantly depressed or pained.

The other woman at the table glares her green eyes at him, "Cool it Malfoy, we were just saying hello to our friend. Just beacuse you think she is your homework slave doesn't mean you own her."

He'd like to think differently. However he would never count her as a slave...well maybe except in private times.

Getting up and giving her the same sorry glance they gave her when Snape asked to see her after class. They leave.

Standing satisified he watches them leave the library. His fingers never left the nape of her neck. His head follows their gazes until they dissappear.

Silence consumes the two of them.

Her knuckles turn white, a whisper escapes, "You didn't have to do that...you know Malfoy, I do have freinds of my own."

He kisses her forehead, then sits next to her, putting his feet on top of the table, "Call me Draco, Hermione...and yes I did."

Snaping her head in his direction, "Why? Why must you always be behind me. Perring at me. stealing glances. I get enough of this from your godfather...I don't need it from you. Malfoy."

Last word was like a slap, his jaw tight, "I'm the father of your child Mione, you could at least call me by my name. Second, Snape is just looking out for you the same way I am..."

"Really, so intruding my everyday way is helping me? and..." she takes a deep breath and looks down at her book, "I'm sorry Draco..."

He was about to continue but he sees her lips quiver a bit and her body shake. She was crying...

Hated crying. She hated it alot. However no matter whatm it seemed her body didn't care. Whenever he was around, she wasn't afraid...

He moves closer to her and wasn't expecting her to lean her body to him, "Its so hard Draco...I still feel him at night. Then there are times where I can't work beacuse I can't remember him...it's only been a week."

Hands fly to her hair and the other to her body, "Shhh, Mione I know its hard." There argument turned into a crying and comfort session.

She starts sobbing into his school robes, "No you don't, you don't know how hard it is...I want him. I want to be home with our son."

The way she said 'our son' warmed him. However her crying froze his blood, "It must be death for you, but..."

Shuttering she grabs onto him tighter, "Draco...please just hold me."

Not believing what he heard, he just sits there. Shocked for one. Coming to her, he grabs hold of her even more, "What can I do"
At this point he'd do anything...

She closes her eyes, tears roll off her bony cheekbones and disappear onto his robes, a whisper, "I want Snape to leave me alone...and I want, I want to..." she looks up at his chin and kisses it, "I want to hold him again..."

"Ill talk to him." He said it as a promise and then kissed her head, his emotions wrought and mixed, "We can talk to Dumbledore about I don't know...maybe letting you or even us go home and visit on weekends."

At this moment, if his parent's would have been there, they'd know he became a man. He gave up everything against Dumbledore just to make her happy. She suddenly felt a tightening in her stomach, knowing what she was going to ask him would be alot, "Would you give up Hogwarts and help me raise Liam, we could hire a tutor or something...finish school that way."

Feeling remorseful, he wanted to tell her no. "Hermione, you always have and will graduate from Hogwarts...I won't let you give up on your goals"
He waited for her to fling herself away from him and grab her book while storming off.

She didnt, she stayed next to him, her body on his, "You are right...I just don't want to be alone tonight. Forgive my weakness" she closes her eyes.

Wiping her tears he looks at the clock as it struck eleven, "Do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

Eyes open, "Yes...but won't you get in trouble?" she didn't know why his offer was so seducing or why she was so gulliable to the idea but she gave in.

"I'm head boy, what they don't know won't hurt them..."

(Nobody will ever win the battle of the sexes. There's just too much fratenizing with the enemy.- Henery Kessinger.)

He held her hand as they snuck through the portrait hole. The head-girl no where to be seen.

Managing a hoarse yawn she gazes at the beauty of head dormotories. Black and pearl sofas and decor. Then two spiraling staircases. He pulls her along, and then up the second staircase, "Come on now..."

Following, they make their way into his room. Something so secretive about it.
He flips on the lights and before her is a grey and green room, how typical.

He looks a bit shaky, being a gentlemen he asks, "Well Ill just sleep on the sofa then..."

Turning she takes off her tie, "Draco...would you....um...sleep with me?"

They were to adults. Adults who had a kid. One adult needng comfort.
Nothing more, nothing less.

He nods, but then looks into her eyes, "You sure?"

She nods slipping off her shoes, "It's not sex Draco, just sleep...and I really don't want to sleep alone"
With that being said she crawls onto his bed, his cologne lingers. It was the expensive kind only few were able to buy. It had once made her sick, now was comforting.
Crawling underneath the cotton sheets she squirms down into it and lays her head down on one of his pillows

He watches her, deep happiness consumes him. This was it. A time to tell her how he felt, a time to become closer. He takes off his shirt and his pants and leaves his boxers.
Crawling next to her, he feels the same warmth that had haunted him. It was like feeding his addiction. It was amazing. He decided to take his time. He lays next to her, not even touching her, though he really really wanted to.

She suprised him by grabbing his arm and pulling it around her waist so she could hold his hand. Her eyes flutter as if they were going to close, but her other hand touches his forearm. Her soft touches to his dark-mark scab sting yet somehow soothe him.

It was like an azkaban marking, after you leave the prison it would start to scab over. Like Sirius's did. Draco's mark was dying and pretty soon there would be nothing there. Of course it was dying, he had done no dark magic and Voldemort was dead causing it to die on his milky-white arm.
The thought made her happy. She leaves a small kiss to it.

He leaves a small kiss on her earlobe. A whisper, "Hermione? what are you doing after graduation?"

Right then she decided that Draco was a peice of Liam, the more he was near the more safe she felt. She spoke truthfully, "Ill be raising Liam..."

He meant career wise, but he wasn't going to push her. "oh, right..."

Closing her eyes she feels his closeness and suddenly the days worries fall away. Like a game of tetris they just built up and then were broken away. However tommorow would build up more colored blocks again.

He holds her near, watching her sleep. Her bony body was pressing, scary...deliciously fragile. Following her into sleep he can only worry about his son, and how the hell he is going to sneak her out of the dorm.
Merlin, she smelt and felt so gods-damn good.

(The quikest way to end a war is to lose it.- George Orwell.)

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Author's note: Yeah, it was crazy. I got it done though. Keep in mind my BETA hasn't replied yet so my spelling sucks butt. I hope you like where the story is going and all.

Preview for next chapter: Blaise helps Draco get Hermione out of the head dormotories, and after all that trouble the teachers find out about Liam...and its not even Hermione or Draco's fault.