You Saved Me
Chapter One
YuriYaoiHet_ILoveEmAll
Hermione sat in the corridor crying. Why? Why did it have to end like this? She'd been seeing Severus Snape on and off for over a year now. They met in secret, loved in secret. She'd loved him with no constraints. She'd given him everything and where had it left her? Here, alone and heartbroken with a bastard child in her womb. She cried her broken heart out there on the cold stone floor.
"What happened, Granger?" A voice drawled over her sobs. "Got bad marks on a test?"
She looked through tear-filled eyes and saw Draco Malfoy walking towards her. Anger coursed through her. "Shod off, Malfoy!"
"Oh, touchy aren't we?" He crouched beside her smirking.
Without warning, something snapped inside of her and she struck out and slapped him. She stared at her stinging hand with surprise then looked up at him. He looked shocked. "Get away from me!" She yelled.
"How dare you touch me, you filthy mudblood?" He sputtered.
"Oh, I dare, Malfoy! And I'll do alot worse to you if you don't leave me alone!"
"What are you going to do? You're nothing!" He snapped, leaning over her menacingly.
She balled her still stinging hand into a fist. "Get away from me, you spoiled Slytherin brat!" She pushed him away from her and stood.
He stood as well, getting in her face. "And if I don't!" His face was flushed with anger and her handprint was already begining to bruise on his face. He gave her a cold look. "I know what happened. You've been sleeping with someone haven't you?"
She jerked back in shock. "What?"
He smirked. "Did you find out you were pregnant and they won't claim the baby?" He'd hit the nail on the head. She yelled inarticulatly and swung her fist at him. He caught her and flung her against the wall. "I wouldn't either. The brat will probably be deformed with a mother like you!" Angry tears were rolling down her cheeks. One of his hands was about her throat holding her to the wall and she bit his arm, hard. She tasted blood and he jerked back with a yell of surprise, clutching his arm. "You bit me!" He struck out and slapped at her.
She dodged his slap. "Don't touch me!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. "Get the fuck away from me!" She growled as he moved closer. His blood was running down her chin. She spat the blood out of her mouth.
"I didn't even think you knew curse words. Let me guess, you learned them when you became a whore." He changed his voice to sound shrill and girly. "Oh, please fuck me!" He changed his voice back to normal. "You're a filthy slut."
Those words. The same words Severus had flung at her as he'd left her. "Shut up! Just leave me alone!" And then she was running away, blinded by her tears.
Draco's cruel laughter followed her down the corridor. She ran as fast as she could, trying to leave her heartbreak and Draco's cruel words behind her. She burst out of the corridor and into the entrance hall. It was full of people. There were shouts of surprise as she shoved her way through them to the doors.
"Hermione! What's wrong?" She heard someone yell.
"She's bleeding!"
"Did she get into a fight?"
She was desperatley trying to force her way through the press of bodies. Finally, she reached the doors that lead outside to the grounds. She pushed them open and took off across the grounds, running as if the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels. Shouts followed her out. She didn't respond. She ran form the words of concern like they were cruelly flung stones. Her broken heart beat on, filling her with pain. She felt like it was being torn out through her ribs. She reached the lake not knowing how she'd come so far. She took off around it and ran until her legs gave out. Only then did she collapse and give in to her unbearable sorrow. Her hands clutched at her chest, trying to stop the hurt. Is this what it felt like to die? She wondered. Her tears kept coming. She didn't know how many more she had to cry. She felt like each drop was a peice of her soul. An empty feeling grew inside her, until she went numb. She felt so weak. She closed her eyes . . .
And opened them to find herself in the hospital wing. She looked around, confused for a moment, wondering how she'd gotten there. Then the events from last night came back in a rush and she curled sideways in a ball. She started crying again. The curtains opened and she was surprised to see her parents standing there.
She brushed her tears away. "Mum? Dad? What are you doing here?"
Her mother rushed forwards to embrace her. "Oh, Hermione! You're awake!"
Hermoine hugged her back lightly. "Awake?"
"You've been comatose for four days." Her father said, moving forwards to hug her as well.
"Four days?" So it hadn't been last night.
"All you've done is cry and sleep. We've been here for two days and it was like you didn't even know us. They were about to take you to St. Mungo's. " Her mother told her, pulling back with tears in her eyes. "Someone hurt you, baby. Who was it? Tell us what happened."
Hermione pulled away from her, the hole in her chest reopening. She went completley numb. She fell back onto the bed, barely registering the tears rolling down her cheeks and her parent's cries of alarm.
She wasn't in the hospital wing anymore. She was back in the corridor with Severus. She'd just told him about the baby.
"You're pregnant?" He asked, shocked.
She nodded, her heart full of happiness. "Oh, Severus. It will be wonderful. We can finally bring our relationship out of the shadows. No one can be against us now. You'll just be taking care of the mother of your child!" She moved forwards to hug him but he pushed her away.
"Are you certain you are pregnant?" His voice was cold.
She was confused. Why wasn't he happy? This was glorious news. "Yes. I've checked both the muggle way and with a spell. Why?"
He moved towards her and cast a life-seeking spell on her stomach. The babe's life force lit up, pulsing in time with it's heartbeat. She proudly watched the strong pulse. It was a healthy baby. Strong, like it's father. She looked up at Severus, expecting to see the wonder in his eyes that she'd felt when she'd found out. She was confused when she saw the look on his face wasn't happy. It was furious.
"Severus?" She said his name lightly. She lifted a hand to brush his cheek. He jerked away from her touch. "What's wrong?"
"Are you sure it's mine?" He asked coldy.
She was shocked. "Of course! You're the only one I've been with!"
"I'll take care of this." He grabbed her hand and pulled her roughly out of the room and into the corridor. He set off towards his office, all but dragging her along.
She was confused. Alarm was growing inside her at his actions. "What do you mean you'll take care of it?"
"I'm going to make a potion and you will drink it. It will kill that thing inside of you!" He snapped.
She planted her feet and forced him to stop. "Kill it? Why would you kill it?" She felt anger growing inside her. "Thing?" She repeated. "That's our baby you're talking about!"
"I don't want any children. Ecspecially not from you!" He stated coldy.
Her heart felt crushed by his words. "But, Seve-"
"Don't say my name!" He snapped, pushing her against the wall roughly. "You have two choices." He growled, his hand tightening around her throat. "You can either let me kill it or you can raise it yourself. I refuse to claim the thing in your womb."
"Why?" She shouted. "I thought this was what you wanted! You told me you wished we didn't have to keep our love a secret anymore. This is our chance!"
He laughed cruelly. "I told you what you wanted to hear. I don't love you. I've never loved you. " He stuck his hand between her legs and moved her underwear aside, thrusting his fingers inside of her roughly.
"No!" She cried trying to pull away from his words and his touch.
He didn't remove his fingers. "Since the day you first spread your legs for me I've simply taken what you offered. You were nothing more than a convenient lay."
He undid the front of his pants and spun her around, crushing her against the wall. Without warning, he thrust into her roughly from behind. She tried desperatley to pull away. "Stop! Please! Please, stop!"
He kept roughly thrusting into her, faster and deeper until she felt him cum inside of her with a spurt of warmth. He pulled away from her and she fell to the floor, sobbing. "Don't approach me again, you filthy slut!" He spat. And then he was gone.
She was alone in the darkness with only her misery for company. She cried and screamed in agony as she relived her darkest moments again and again. Then a thought sparked in her mind. The baby! What if he'd hurt their child? She didn't want her baby to die. Even if he didn't claim it, that new life growing inside of her was a symbol of love. A small peice of herself that she could care for and nourish.
She forced her eyes open. Her mother was sitting on her bedside crying. Hermione threw the covers back and stood.
"Hermione!" Her mother's voice was full of releif and she tried to hug her. Hermione shoved her off and moved towards Madamee Pomfrey's office. "Hermione, where are you going?"
Hermione ignored her and beat on Madamee Pomfrey's door. The medi- witch opened it with a huff. "What is the meaning of this?" Then she realized who Hermione was. "Miss Granger! What is it? What's wrong?"
"My wand. "Hermione forced out. She was shaking so badly her teeth were chattering. "Where is my wand?"
Madamee Pomfrey spun and opened a drawer of her desk. "I don't see why you need - Miss Granger!" She yelled when Hermione snatched it away from her roughly.
She cast the life-seeking spell on her stomach with shaking hands. Nothing happened. There was no light showing her baby's life force. She felt her hold on sanity wavering. She turned to Madame Pomfrey and clutched at her desperatley. Maybe she'd done it wrong in her panic.
"The Life-Seek spell. Cast it. Please!"
"The Life-Seek sp-" Madame Pomfrey repeated shocked. "Miss Granger, are you pregnant?" She asked, shocked.
"Please just cast it!" Hermoine cried desperatley, she felt the darkness coming to take her again and she needed to know before it did.
Madame Pomfrey led her back to her bed. Her parents were watching their actions silently, clinging to each other. "Lie back, dear." She cast the spell. Hermione watched, hoping with every fiber of her being. Nothing happened. "You're not pregnant, dear. There's nothing to worry about."
Hermione's hands folded across her stomach where her baby once rested. "Nothing to worry about." She repeated. Her voice sounded dead. She felt anger grow inside of her, drowning out the despair. "How can you say that? My baby is dead! Dead, you stupid woman!" She curled sideways on the bed, wrapping her arms around her stomach and sobbing. "He's killed it! I've lost everything!" She cried.
Her mother moved forwards. She brushed her hand over Hermione's tear stained cheek. "You still have us, dear. No matter what happens, we'll always be here for you." She said sofly. She spun back to Madamee Pomfrey. "I want to take her home with us."
"I'll fetch the Headmaster. This is much more serious than we'd feared."
Hermione listened to their conversation. She wished she could slip back into the numbing darkness. To not have to be aware of the fact that her baby, her last hope, was gone. Life was cruel though and the darkness only teased at her, removing seconds instead of hours. As she lay there flickering in an out of awareness, she felt her mother smoothing her hair in what she assumed was supposed to be a comforting way. She wished she would go away and leave her alone.
Madame Pomfrey returned with Proffesor McGonagall and the headmaster. "Mrs. Granger. Mr. Granger." Dumbledore greeted them. "I'd like to speak to you."
Hermione's mother laid a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "I don't want to leave her alone."
"It will only take a moment, I assure you."
Mrs. Granger turned back to Hermione. "Hermione?" Hermione didn't respond. "Honey?" Hermione just lay there with her eyes shut.
"I think she's fallen back asleep." Madamee Pomfrey told her.
"Then can we talk here?" Mr. Granger asked. "I don't want to leave her either."
"Very well." Dumbledore said. "Has she ever metioned having a boyfreind to you at all? Any names?"
"No." Mrs. Granger said, shaking her head. "She only mentions her freinds Harry and Ron." Then she gasped. "You don't think either of them did this to her?"
"I doubt it, but we can check just to make sure." Dumbledore told them. "Minerva. If you'd be so kind as to collect Misters Weasley and Potter. Poppy. Do you still have the sample?" He asked.
"Yes, Headmaster."
"Sample?" Mr. Granger asked.
"Yes. When your daughter was brought to the hospital wing, she was examined thoroughly. There was evidence that she'd participated in sexual activity very recently."
"Sexual activity!" Mrs. Granger sputtered. "But I thought things like that were forbidden at this school!"
"They are, Mrs. Granger, but the students find ways around the best of patrols." Dumbledore said solemly.
"What if she was forced?" Mr. Granger asked, anger in his voice.
"Unfortunatley, there is no way to tell. From what I saw in my examination, she's been sexually active for some time. There is no way to tell if she was forced on the night in question." Madamee Pomfrey told them.
"Isn't there any way to find the man who did this to her?"
"We can't check every male in the school. There's no way." Madame Pomfrey told them.
"So you are saying there's no way to find out who did this to her?" Mr. Granger yelled.
"Shh! Keep your voice down!" Madame Pomfrey hissed. "You'll wake her!"
"I've brought them." McGonagall said, sweeping into ther room.
"Is she awake?" She heard Ron ask.
"Did something happen? Is she better?" Harry said a second after.
Hermione felt a pang in her heart. She didn't want to hear this. She didn't want to know they were concerned about her. She just wanted everyone to leave so she could lay there a die pretending no one cared.
"No. She isn't better." Dumbledore was saying.
"Open your mouths." She heard Madame Pomfrey order. Then she heard her cast a spell. "No match." She said soflty.
"You may return to the dormitory now." McGonagall told them.
"But what-" She heard Ron start to say.
"There is no need for concern." McGonagall interupted.
"No need for concern!" Harry shouted. "That's our best freind lying there! Something's going on and we want to know!"
"Mister Potter! Lower your voice!" Madame Pomfrey snapped.
"We just want to know if she's going to be ok." Harry said softly.
"Yeah. You can tell us that much at least, since you won't let us see her!" Ron said.
"The thing is, we don't know if she's going to be alright." Dumbledore said soothingly. "She has alot going on right now and any undue stress will only make her worse. You'll know when she's better. Now do as your Head of House tells you to."
"Return to Gyriffindor house." McGonagall ordered. Hermione heard them file out and shut the door behind them. "Honestly, those boys." McGonagall said lightly.
"She's lucky to have freinds as loyal as they are."
Lucky? Hermione thought. This was called being lucky. She'd trade Harry and Ron for her baby back any day. She knew it was a selfish thought, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. She heard the adults continue their conversation and she did her best to tune it out. She just wanted to die. Then her mother said something that caught her attention.
"I want to take her back home with us." Mrs. Granger said to Dumbledore. "She needs to be somewhere where she can feel safe while she recovers."
"I don't think that would be wise." Madamee pomfrey said.
"Why not?" There was anger in her mother's voice. "You said yourself there wasn't much more you could do for her here."
Did she want to be taken away from Hogwarts? To be taken away from her life here and the memories good and bad? Severus would think she was running away. Anger filled her, surprising her with it's intensity. She wouldn't run from him. Never.
"No!" She shouted, sitting up quickly and surprising them all. "I won't run away!"
Her mother recovered first and approached her. "It's not running away, dear. You need time to recover an-"
"No!" Hermione pulled away from her and picked up her wand. She got up on the opposite side of the bed from everyone and started backing away, holding them all at wandpoint. "I won't leave! You can't make me!"
"No one is making you do anything." Dumbledore said soothingly.
"Lower your wand." McGonagall snapped.
"No!" Hermione snapped back. "I won't be forced to do anything I don't want to do again!" Her back hit the wall and her father moved towards her. "No! Stop! Stay away!"
"I'm not going to hurt you, honey."
"If you take another step towards me, I'll hex you."
"I'd listen to her, Mr Granger." Dumbledore told him.
Her father hesitated, then started toward her again. "Stupify!" She shouted. A beam of light flew out of her wand and hit him square in the chest, knocking him backwards several feet. He collapsed to the floor unconscious.
"No!" Her mother ran forwards and fell to her knees beside him. Hermione watched with a cold indifference. A part of her knew she should be shocked at herself for hexing her own father, but the greater part of her just didn't care. "She's killed him!" She faced Hermione with agony on her face. "How could you, Hermione! Your own father!"
"I warned him." Hermione spat.
Madame Pomfrey moved towards him. "He's not dead." She pointed her wand at his chest. "Ennervate!"
Her father jerked and opened his eyes. "Oh, thank god!" Her mother shouted and hugged him.
"What happened?" He asked, sitting up with his wife still in his arms.
"She hexed you." Dumbledore told him. "I told you to listen to her."
He looked up at Hermione, surprised. "What has happened to you, 'Mione-baby?" He asked.
She felt a pang in her heart at his use of her nickname. She looked down at him. "I-" Tears filled her eyes and she slid down the wall, her legs giving out. "I'm empty." She sobbed, despair eating away the numbness. She put one hand over her heart and one hand over her empty womb. "They're gone. I've lost them both."
Her father disentagled himself from her mother's arms and stood. He started towards her again and this time she didn't stop him until he was very close. "Don't touch me!" She cried, pointing her wand at him when he was almost within touching distance.
He stopped where he was and got to his knees. "Was the man who hurt you the father of the child?" He asked softly. She hesitated, before nodding. "Tell us who did this to you. Please!" He begged.
She thought about it. All she had to do was say his name and he'd be punished for what he'd done. To her and their unborne babe. Isn't that what she wanted? She looked deep in her heart. She wanted to, but at the same time she didn't want them to know. She didn't want them to think her a whore and what else would they think of a girl who'd slept with her teacher?
She looked up at her father. "I can't." She said desperatley.
"Why not?" He asked softly.
"I afraid." She whispered. It was the truth.
"You don't have to be afraid. We'll make sure he never hurts you again. But we need a name." McGonagall told her.
Hermione shook her head. "I'm not afraid of him." And again, it was the truth. After all, what more could he do to her? "I'm afraid of what you'll think of me."
"Honey, no one will think less of you." Her father told her earnestly.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. "But you will. Even he called me a filthy slut." She whispered.
"You are not a slut!" Her father shouted, startling her. "Never let anyone make you beleive horrible things about yourself, Hermoine! You are a wonderful person. You're smart, loving and have been a wonderful daughter to your mother and I." She let him pull her into his arms, but didn't hug him back. "You just made a mistake. You trusted the wrong person. Whoever he is, he doesn't deserve you." He said earnestly.
She desperatley wanted to beleive what her father was saying, but she just couldn't bring herself to. She was tainted. Dirty. She pulled away from her father's embrace, fearing she'd sully him to. Reluctantly, he let her go.
"Tell me who hurt you, 'Mione-baby. I'll make sure he pays for what he's done." He promised her.
She shook her head, tears flowing down her cheeks again. "I can't." She sobbed.
"Don't push her, Mr. Granger." Madame Pomfrey spoke soflty. "She'll tell us when she's ready."
He sighed, but consented. "Alright. C'mon, honey. Let me help you back to bed."
He picked her up and carried her back to her bed. He set her down lightly. No one spoke as Madame Pomfrey went into her office. She came out a few moments later with a steaming goblet.
"Here, dear. It's a Dreamless Sleep Draught. It'll help you get some rest."
Hermione took it gratfully and took a few swallows. Almost immediatley, she felt light-headed and sleepy. She held the goblet out to Madame Pomfrey, who took it from her, and lay down on the bed, closing her eyes. She felt herself being covered up.
"Is it alright if we stay one more night?" She heard her father ask.
"Of course." Madame Pomfrey told him. She said something else, but Hermione didn't quite catch it. As she drifted to sleep, a tear rolled down her cheek. Her last thought was that she wished her baby had survived.