A/N: (I know, there are a lot of these.) AHHH I'M %66 OF THE WAY TO 1k READS AND %70 OF THE WAY TO 300 VOTES THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! Also, almost 40 followers! WOW! ♡Thank♡You♡So♡Very♡Much♡

I also realized that as I was planning out my chapters, there would be like 100 or more. Should I make a book two or something? It wouldn't be a sequel, it's just like 'act 2' or something. 

Nobody's POV:

At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the sun begins to set. The glorious feeling and sacred ritual of time passing was usually celebrated, yet today was a different story.

Narcissa and Lucius stare unexpectedly at their daughter-in-law Hermione Granger, a bit petrified of what she might say next. Hermione sits close to her pregnant best friend, Ginny Weasley, and as far away as she can from Draco Malfoy, the husband she claims she didn't want. But before she took the potion, it was obvious to everybody except the couple themselves that they were falling in love. It had only been a matter of time, but now, nobody knew what was going to happen.

Lucius had to keep reminding himself not to hex the living daylights out of the girl, she had been under the influence of a potion and she couldn't do anything about it, but at the same time, nobody offended his family.

Narcissa was a tad disappointed. Hermione Granger was the perfect daughter-in-law, and to have her bashing her only son was horrible. Narcissa, however, knew that she could do nothing, she had been drugged.

The culprit carried along, gloating that he had found a way to make sure nobody found out about his secret. They only knew that he was a Ravenclaw, but that wasn't very much to go off of, was it?

Hermione Granger grew ever curious of who she loved, and who loved her. She wanted to know so badly, so horribly, that it kept her awake at night, in the bed that she shared with Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy only grew continuously sad about the situation. The woman who he had grown to care for, the woman who had grown to care for him, despite his horrible past and his flaws, was slipping from his grip.

What were they all going to do? Afterall, the situation only got worse and worse and time went on.

Night falls and all within the castle retire to bed, wondering what the morning would bring.
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Hermione's POV:

"Good morning, love..." A low husky voice trails off, almost as if it was realizing something. My heart leaped with joy and skipped a beat at the beautiful sound coming from my wonderful husband's mouth. Draco takes a sharp intake of breath and mutters, "Nevermind," under his breath, though he does so rather loudly.

I quite expect to find myself pouting, but I space out for a second before being jolted back to reality.

I let out a small yawn and stretch for a second before glancing over at the now awake blond sitting on the couch. I smile at a memory that happened not so long ago.

It was nearly midnight when we had gotten back from our double potions class.

Draco was getting ready for bed, and I slipped under the covers of my bed in my light pink, silk nightgown. Draco goes to lay down next to me, but I quickly stop him.

"Are you an idiot!" I screech, jumping back to get away from him. "Stay away from me!"

There's a flash of pain in his eyes, and he slowly backs away. "Of course, love."

Draco slowly lowers himself onto the couch, not showing any emotion. I huff contently. "Finally."

I swing my legs over the bed and straighten out my nightgown so it's not too high up my legs. (Can't give that disgusting ferret any ideas now, can we?)

I quietly slink over to my large wardrobe and pick out an outfit. A light blue tube top and black jeans with a red belt and red sneakers. I put my hair into braids, swipe a layer of gloss over my lips, and pick up my bag.

As I pick up my bag, my schedule falls out and I groan.

Life Class! With a complete and utter idiot! Kill me now!

I stomp out of the lavishly decorated bedroom and down to the common room. I ignore the odd glances coming from my friends on the couches and slam my bag down on the counter of the kitchenette.

I open the refrigerator and pull out some Gatorade. It was red and cooling, still chilled from it's long time in the fridge. Pansy walks around to the fridge to join me and grabs one too, neglecting her morning coffee for the fact that she was pregnant with her and Theo's child. They had grown to be very happy together, and for that, she was glad.

"Morning!" I giggle, taking another sip of my drink. I sigh as the cold liquid hits my warm tongue, cooling me down instantly.

"Morning," Pansy grumbles, obviously in a bad mood. I frown a bit.

"What's wrong, Pans?" I ask her. She shrugs before letting out a hoarse cough.

"We're starting a new unit in Life Class today," Pansy groans. I relate to her extremely unexcited attitude, the next unit was horrible! It made me want to vomit at the mere thought of it.

"Family life," I gag, nearly retching up my delicious Gatorade. "Yuck."

Pansy just snorts at my words. "You aren't even pregnant yet! You don't even know half of it!"

"Even if you aren't as pregnant as I am yet, Panns!" I whip around to see Ginny as she giggles from behind us.

I snort. "I hope I never become pregnant with his child!" Instantly, I'm pulled into thoughts about possible futures with the ferret, and let me tell you, they are all disgusting.

I shudder a bit and pull myself out from those nightmares. "Whatever, we have a class to get to!"

My heart fills with happiness and the thought of going to class, even if it was all about me and Draco. Classes were classes and that was for sure. There was no way around it, it was a stone cold fact!

"There goes Hermione, dreaming about classes." A feminine voice calls from beside us. We smile over at Lavender, who is now sporting a small baby bump on her once flat stomach.

Pregnancy squad was now exactly one quarter of all of us living in our lavish dorms. Ginny's baby bump was rather obvious, it was beginning to look round, and the baby was getting bigger by the day! Lavender's was to the point where up close it was obvious, but from far away you would have thought she had had a breakup. Pansy's baby bump was so small, it just looks like she's bloated or something!

Nevertheless, all three girls look happy, despite losing their amazing figures.

I, on the other hand, was ecstatic that I wasn't pregnant! It would get in the way of my schoolwork, plus no coffee! That sounded like torture! Even Astoria, who wasn't pregnant, missed having morning coffees with Pansy in a cafe near Hogsmeade.

"Well then, shall we get to class?" I sing song, desperately not wanting to wait for the others, who, no doubt, would take ages to finally be ready.

Ginny shrugs. "I don't see why not."

"Yay!" I skip around the small kitchen island and swing myself out the portrait. "Class awaits!"
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Upon entering the classroom, the smell of The Burrow's kitchen enters my nose. My head subconsciously swivels over to see Molly standing there. She looks like she was going to teach us how to cook! She proudly stands along with Narcissa, three other mothers and two other fathers.

I give them a wholehearted wave and sit down at a station. Our normal desks had been transfigured into a modern muggle appliance- a stove.

With a pang, I remember how simple life was before I found out I was a witch. I ate, studied, slept, studied, exercised, then took an assessment and passed. Now, things were different, so different that my life was flipped upside down. There was no longer any comfort in being good at what I did, it was expected. I had to live up to my title, but at times, it felt more like a trap than a title. Honesty is the best policy, so there, I admitted it...to myself at least...

As Draco struts in looking like there was nothing wrong with our relationship, my emotions go whack. I should feel happy that he doesn't care. I should be crying tears of happiness because he wasn't so attached to me, but I instead feel ultimately sad. I actually felt disappointed too.

Draco sits next to me, and I am torn between two thoughts.

Do I insult him and sneer, or kiss his cheek and be in love?

I (rather quickly, actually...hmmmm....)come to the conclusion that I needed a break from thinking. (Or perhaps my brain is simply fried. C'est possible!)

People start to file into the classroom and fawn over the items. Some students wave up at the adults at the front of the classroom, their parents.

It's nice that our parents will be here with us to teach a class, even if my parents are not here....oh well. At least I have Mum and Narcissa!

When we are all seated, Molly steps forward. "Today is the start of our cooking portion of the 'Family Life' unit," She explains. She motions to the supplies

It takes a couple minutes for people to stop fawning over the supplies, while muggle borns (and half-bloods who've lived in the muggle world) just snigger, sit back, and watch the scene unfold.

"Today we will be doing the basics," Narcissa announces. Everybody turns around to her, giving her their full and undivided attention. Whether or not they did it out of interest or out of fear was a mystery to me.

"Proper use of equipment," One blonde haired and brown eyed witch continues for Narcissa, who continues smiling, though a flash of anger is apparent in her eyes.

"And kitchen safety," A wizard finishes. "We will walk around and help you all. You may begin!"

Draco stares helplessly at the supplies and mutters, "I have no idea what this is."

I snort at his lack of intelligence. "Of course you don't." I point to the stove. "This is called a stove, and it provides heat to cook food."

Draco writes what I say on a piece of parchment, and an unfamiliar emotion surges through me.

He has bloody good cursive...for a ferret.

There's a tap on my shoulder and I whip around, annoyed that somebody would dare bother me during a class, especially for something so important!

Yet when I see the beautiful male specimen behind me, my heart thumps loudly. Blood rushes through my ears and I go, momentarily, into a daze. The sound of my heart beating echoes through my ears, but I only stare into his deep, heartfelt eyes.

Even though I had never noticed him, I had never paid attention to him, even if we basically just met, I felt like I had known him for my entire life. I felt myself burst into a wide grin.

I'm in love with this man, I think to myself. I smile up at him. "Hi, I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?"