When Devils Cry Dedication: I dedicate this to Jenna and Sara, you girls are bloody fabulous!!!
Disclaimer: These fictional characters are from the Harry Potter world written and created by J.K. Rowling and I do not claim them to be mine. This story is non profit and is here for fans only. Only Lucy and the plot belong to me.
A/N: Well guys, this is my latest fic which randomly sprouted out of my brain today. I hope that you will all like it. I am positive I will finish this fanfiction because I plan on making it fairly short. Something likes 8-12 chapters. I wrote chapter one and two today so I am hoping if I can write that much every day. Basically I hope you enjoy this new fanfic.
Chapter 1 – Pregnant at Hogwarts
He hugged himself tighter as he ran soundlessly throughout the dimly lit alleyway. He dared himself to look back, but he didn't. Clutching his wand tightly in his hands he slowed down to a walk, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He needed somewhere to stay. He couldn't spend a night in the cold, not when the snow was sure to come. He vaguely registered where he was; muggle London and he knew sooner or later he would be able to get to the Leaky Cauldron where he could rest. He had been running for what seemed to be hours, and his body ached for a proper meal and a hot bath. He was weak, yet he knew he had to stay strong for the sake of another, even if it was the last thing that he did.
After another twenty-five minutes of walking, he finally reached what he knew to be the Muggle side of the wizarding pub. Touching his wand to the door, it instantly burst open, revealing the warm inside of the Leaky Cauldron. Making sure that his hood was able to cover his identity, he walked to the counter where a young brown haired witch was sitting at a stool reading. She noticed him instantly and jumped up, "Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron, how may I be of assistance?" she asked him, straightening her shirt.
"I need a room," he said, placing a handful of coins onto the counter.
"Follow me then if you please. Breakfast is served at seven, lunch at twelve and dinner at eight. Here is your key, if there is anything else?" she asked, showing him to his room.
"No, that will be all," he said, and she left him to his thoughts.
Back at the counter downstairs the young brown haired girl sighed to herself, "That man sounded oddly familiar, oh, probably not, I'm just over thinking," she said to herself. Hermione Granger had been working at the Leaky Cauldron for the past four months, taking time to earn herself some money before going off to Mercedes Magic Healing College where she was studying to be a healer. She had only been out of Hogwarts a week, when Hagrid had written to her and mentioned a job vacancy at the Leaky Cauldron; she had jumped for it and started work the next week. Over the past few years, she had changed; her body had filled out, her legs grew longer and her hair was finally tame. Her attitude towards ill treatment of house elves on the other hand had not.
Feeling calmer now that he wasn't on the streets, the boy uncloaked himself and stood in the mirror. His long pale blonde hair was mattered and uncombed, while his silvery grey eyes held not malice, but terror. Subconsciously a hand made its way to the large bump on his stomach, rubbing it soothingly.
For all whom did not know, over the last four months, Draco Malfoy had been bound and broken. Failing to complete his task of murdering Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort decided to make him pay, by not only putting Draco under the crutiatus curse, but by forcing him to be a sexual toy for his fellow Death Eaters. He would be left bruised and battered in a cell, starved and malnourished every night and that wasn't even the worst of it. The worst part was that in the middle of the night, Draco would get summoned to the Dark Lords room for a bit of fun. That was, until some one unknown had set him free one moonless night.
"Run boy, and don't look back. Go, now!" the stranger had said to him, handing over a long cloak and a bag full of money.
And that's what he did, he ran until he could not run anymore, and then finally made his way to the Leaky Cauldron.
Stepping into the hot bath he had prepared for himself, Draco winced as the water came in contact with the many cuts on his body. Lowering himself down into it, his tense muscles slowly began to relax. He looked down at the growing belly before him. His child was in there, his child, some one to call his own. The only problem was he didn't know who the father was, and that's what scared him the most.
It was two am when Hermione was relieved of her shift. She made her way up to her bedroom humming an old love song. Passing the door of the stranger that had got a room earlier in the evening. Hermione stopped abruptly upon hearing the strangled cries from within; she knew that she wasn't supposed to pry into a customers' business, but the man seemed to be alone and he sounded hurt.
'Alohamora' she whispered, pointing her wand at the locks on the door. The door flung open and a heart stopped beating momentarily as she was faced at the scene within. A familiar young man lay gasping for air, one hand on his stomach, there was blood soaking the bottom of his robes. "Shit," she said out loud running towards the boy.
"Can you hear me? My name is Hermione Granger, I'm here to help you," she said checking the boys pulse.
"I'm going to take you to St. Mungo's" she said, getting ready to side apparate with him.
"No, take me to Dumbeldore," was his final request, before he lost all consciousness. Hermione stared at him for several long seconds, before finally apparating them to the gates of Hogwarts. She cradled his head in her lap, whilst she cast her patronus to notify Dumbledore. Mere moments later the otter had come soaring back to her then dispersed into thin air.
Hermione concentrated on his angular features, his pointy nose and his extremely pale face. She knew him from somewhere, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Before Hermione knew it, the great iron gates of Hogwarts screamed as they dragged on the pavement to open themselves. Standing behind the gate was Professor Dumbeldore, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, all dressed in what seemed to be their sleeping garments.
'Ah, miss Granger, how lovely to see you again, well under the circumstances. Now who do we have here?" Dumbeldore asked moving towards her and observing the young man.
"If I am not mistaken, that is young Mr. Malfoy, Severus, please levitate him to Poppy's office and be sure he is taken care of. Miss Granger, come with me," the old man said his tone seemed docile yet authoritive.
Professor McGonagall was quick to hug her prized Gryffindor student, before asking her question after question about what she had been doing. The headmaster had to physically step between the two woman so that he could get a word in. "Now, I know that you're extremely happy to see each other, but Minerva, right now Miss Granger here and I have some things to discuss, so if you do not mind," he started.
Steering Hermione towards his office the headmaster spoke his password, "Caramel Popcorn," and the stairwell appeared. Hermione snickered and thought 'it's always got to be the sweets doesn't it?' She took a seat in one of the burgundy lounges before the headmaster's desk and cracked her neck.
"Lemon drop, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore offered.
"Uh… no thank you sir, parents are dentists, they would kill me for eating sweets," she told him earnestly as he chuckled.
"Now, why you're here is the matter of young Mister Malfoy. From what I saw I believe he seems to be…pregnant," Dumbeldore said to her, peering out from behind his half moon spectacles.
"Uh, to be honest sir, I didn't even register he was pregnant, I mean, I didn't' even register it was Malfoy until I was told so sir," she said, her hands clasped tightly together in her lap.
"I highly doubt Mr Malfoy is going to open up to me about his… situation at the moment, but since you two are the same age… maybe you could talk to him, and find out what happened so that we can help him in any way possible," his blue eyes twinkled in what Hermione took to be a mischievous mannor.
"I guess I could…try?" she said slowly. To be honest, Hermione didn't' really think that Draco Malfoy, sly, evil, son of a bitch would want to open up to her, much less let her help him with anything.
"It's settled then, the two of you shall stay at Hogwarts until further notice, I will inform Tom at the Leaky Cauldron that you are needed here, I am sure he will understand. As to your wages, I will pay you weekly what you would normally get from the Leaky Cauldron so that you do not loose any of your savings. Now you had better be off, I have arranged with Poppy to give you the special guest room in the Infirmary for the night so you may relax and sleep there," he said.
Biding the Headmaster goodnight, Hermione made her way through the familiar walls of her home for the past seven years. Although she was not a student of Hogwarts any more Hermione decided to quicken her pace. The last thing she wanted was a run in with Filch and Mrs. Norris, student or no student.
Thanking the stars she didn't end up running into Filch, Hermione slowly opened the old wooden doors leading into the Infirmary and made her way towards the back, where she knew Madam Pomfrey's office was. Her breath caught in her chest when she came upon an occupied bed, Malfoy. The eighteen year old boy was laying peacefully, one hand by his side, the other atop of what seemed to be his pregnant stomach. She could see the scars and bruises his pale body held and instant sadness flowed throughout her veins. What had this boy, who was almost a man been through over the last few months?
Hermione wasn't able to stare at Malfoy any longer as the old matron made her way out of her office. "Miss Granger, such a delight to see you as always," she smiled, hugging the younger witch. "Since you, Mister Potter and Mr Weasley have all graduated Hogwarts; I am rarely busy any more. It seems no body is inept as you three were when it came to getting hurt," she smiled.
The Matron turned her head slightly to look at Malfoy's bed. "He is very lucky you came upon him Miss Granger. If you didn't bring him here, he would not have survived. His baby would not have survived either," her eyes were cast back on his sleeping form.
Hermione sighed, "I just hope that he is alright." Poppy beamed at her and patted her on the arm lightly, "I'm sure he will be dear, I've given him all the necessary potions. In the morning though, I implore you to seek the truth behind the bruises," with that the woman showed Hermione to her room and left silently.
Hermione smiled as she looked around the room, it was painted in Gryffindor colours and seemed warm and friendly; unlike the room back at the Leaky Cauldron she used occasionally. Hermione looked out of the window, realizing it had begun to snow lightly. She missed her Hogwarts days when she would wake up and meet Harry and Ron at the bottom of the stairs. The days they would lounge around in the middle of the Quidditch pitch in the late after noon, talking nonsense and gazing into the clouds above. But those days were gone the moment they left Hogwarts. In fact, Hermione had seen neither Ron nor Harry in almost three months and had received only a handful of letters from them.
She slowly slid off her outer robe and draped it over a comfortable looking chair in front of the fireplace. She was now left wearing a pair of muggle jeans and a purple knitted sweater. Climbing into the king sized four poster bed, she undid the buttons on her jeans to gain some comfort and lay comfortably on her back.
"Why didn't Draco want to go to St. Mungo's?" she questioned herself quietly. "Well duh," she said out loud once again.
"Who would in this situation?" she shook her head silently. 'Poor Malfoy,' she thought to herself. Within moments of her one sided conversation, Hermione was in a deep and peaceful sleep.
A/N: So guys, what did you think of that? I know it's a little different from the normal stories I write. But I thought an mpreg would be good to write for a change. The next chapter will be up tomorrow. Leave me some love in the form of reviews.
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