Chapter 6:
Rubbing her temples, Ginny stands in the attic, boggled by what she almost saw. Still, her curiosity still pulses. The feeling in her gut tells her there is more to the story than Hermione being Draco’s girlfriend and the two sleeping together.
Determined to find out all there is to know about this secret life that Hermione led, she plans to stay up all night to finish watching the rest of the memories.
Ginny releases the attic stairs, climbs down them, climbs to down to the main level, and sneaks into the kitchen to brew herself enough coffee for two or three cups.
As she waits for the coffee to brew, unwanted images kept popping into her head: Draco taking off Hermione’s undergarments, Draco taking of his undergarments, Draco on top of Hermione, and Hermione being completely okay with it, maybe even content with it.
Ginny shutters, desperately trying to focus on something else.
The images are gone, but strange questions begin to form in her mind. Have Ron and Hermione even slept together? Does Ron know that she’s slept someone already? If Ron knew that Hermione slept with Draco, would he still offer the guest room to him or even invite him into his home?
The clock is ticking on the wall, making her anxious, and coffee seems to be taking forever to brew.
When the coffee is finally hot enough, another question surfaces in Ginny’s mind: Are there any memories in Hermione’s pensieve about Ron?
The answer comes to her mind, but it doesn’t satisfy her, so she tries to push out of her brain.
Remembering the coffee, Ginny turns off the coffee maker and pours herself a cup, adding milk and sugar.
The first drink burns her tongue. She adds more milk to minimize the heat to a drinkable level. At a hasty pace, Ginny gulps it down in order to return to the attic.
Not bothering to rinse the cup out, Ginny leaves it on the counter, sprints up the stairs, pulls out the attic stairs, and crawls back up them.
Inhaling deeply, Ginny dives into Hermione’s pensieve.
Ginny feels as though the floodgates of lust must have been unleashed. Hermione and Draco were at it again…in more than one memory. The next six memories are of them shagging: in the bathroom, in their bedroom, on a train, in Madam Malkin’s, at the Malfoy Manor (which must have been for the thrill of it), in their bedroom again.
Annoyed and slightly disgusted, Ginny is relieved that these memories didn’t last very long.
Finally, this might be a normal memory of Draco and Hermione.
Hermione’s staring at her image in the mirror, from a side view. A group of young wizards pass by outside, holding various joke items from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, distracting her for a moment.
Bringing her attention back to the mirror, Hermione shifts her body the other way. She cocks her head to the right and to the left, then to the right again, exhaling loudly.
Hermione calls Draco, who is sifting through the men’s dress robes with his wand.
Sticking his wand in his back pocket, Draco walks over to Hermione.
“Feel this,” Hermione orders.
Hermione grabs Draco’s hand and leads it along her bare stomach, from top to bottom.
On his own, Draco runs his hand along Hermione’s stomach, looking at it and then at Hermione, with raised eyebrows. There’s a gleam in Draco’s eyes.
Hermione, cupping a hand over her mouth, laughs, seeming both excited and nervous.
Draco lifts Hermione, who lets out a happy squeal, off of her feet, wrapping her legs around him.
The commotion catches the attention of the other witches and wizards in the store. Pretending not to be nosy, they watch and listen to the exchange between Hermione and Draco.
“A baby?” Draco chuckles.
Hermione nods. “Yes.”
“That’s so…sexy!”
“Fat and pregnant is sexy?” Hermione asks, laughing.
“You’re carrying my baby. That’s damn sexy!” Draco answers, casting a mischievous smile.
“The ego on you!” Hermione teases, giggling.
The crowd cheers for the couple.
Ginny stands with her jaw dropped. This secret life of Hermione’s just keeps on growing progressively shocking.
However, logically, Ginny isn’t surprised about the pregnancy, considering the fact that Hermione and Draco couldn’t seem to keep their hands off of each other.
Ginny wonders if they actually knew that it’s Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger: a wizard from a pure-blooded family, with a loathing of muggleborns, and a muggleborn witch. If they did know, why didn’t the news travel? Is it possible that someone knew, but didn’t say anything to protect Hermione and Draco?
Someone must have known it was Draco. He’s a Malfoy and anyone could recognize a Malfoy in a crowd of hundreds.
After kissing Draco, Hermione hops down and eyes her stomach.
“Hmm…how did we miss this? I must be almost four months along already. I’m already round,” Hermione comments.
With his hands on her hips, Draco lays a kiss on Hermione’s neck. “I still can’t help myself.”
“I know. Isn’t that how this happened?” Hermione teases.
There’s a flash of darkness, then Ginny is transported to another memory.
Strolling down the Diagon Alley, Draco and Hermione walk hand in hand.
Hermione’s hair is cut into a short, wispy bob, that frames her face and she’s wearing a long summer dress that reveals her pregnant belly.
Heading the opposite direction, a black haired person, wearing round glasses, bumps into Hermione.
It’s Harry.
Harry mumbles an apology before looking up.
Hermione and Harry’s eyes meet, but quickly Harry’s eyes skim Hermione’s stomach.
Harry, pretends as though he hasn’t just seen Hermione sporting a baby bump and holding hands with Malfoy, speeds away on his broomstick.
The memory ends and flips to another one.
At the Weasley house, Hermione and Ginny finish setting the table, while Mrs. Weasley pulls dinner out of the oven and sets in on the dining table.
After everyone washes up, they all sit down to eat.
Mr. Weasley, Ron, and George all begin stuffing their faces, but Harry appears to be slightly distracted.
Mrs. Weasley lets Hermione know that they have missed her presence around the house, and encourages Hermione to share what she’s been up to.
Harry’s eyes dart towards Hermione’s stomach, which is well disguised under a baggy sweatshirt.
Ginny remembers Hermione wearing it, even though the weather was warm. Hermione had made the excuse that she had been washing all of her shirts earlier that day and Ginny didn’t question her.
“I think I’ve found an apartment. It’s not fancy, but I like it. It’ll be my own,” Hermione says.
“You’ll have to show it to me, if you buy it. I reckon I might get my own apartment too,” Ron announces.
“…Um..I guess,” Hermione replies, reluctantly.
“You better figure out how to do your own laundry, then, Ronald! I won’t have you sending me your laundry when you visit,” Molly Weasley says, giving Ron a hard time.
Harry, George, and Ginny laugh.
After dinner, Arthur Weasley, Ginny, and George volunteer to help Molly clean up and wash dishes. Naturally, Ron is forced to help.
Meanwhile, Harry and Hermione are standing in the living room.
“Harry, what you saw in the Diagon Alley…-”
“I dunno what I saw, Hermione. It’s not my business, Hermione. You don’t have to tell me anything,” Harry interrupts.
Hermione opens her mouth, as if she might say something, but then closes it.
Harry was honoring Hermione, but Ginny can’t but feel a twinge of betrayal. It isn’t Harry, though, that she feels the most betrayed by. Hermione and Ginny are supposed to be best friends, but Hermione didn’t say one word about her pregnancy, which she had the chance to do that night. Hermione could have trusted Ginny with the secret.
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