Fate

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3 Months Later…

Hermione tried to act as though nothing happened that horrible night, but it was proving to be a difficult task. Her peers thought she was fine, but those close to her knew better. She handed in her assignments and fulfilled her duties on time; however, there was something off. For one, she hated it when boys got too comfortable with her. It was evident that she could no longer tolerate close proximity with men. Harry tried to give her a hug last Halloween, she got shivers as he drew closer. She couldn't even hug Ron anymore out of fear, and he was her boyfriend! Aside from this, she also had trouble expressing herself and became closed off from those around her. While she did still talk to people, she would ignore what they said or walk away from the scene whenever things got too personal.

It wasn't that Hermione hadn't tried to solve these issues; she did, but it had been very challenging. She had tried several to explain the events of the horrible night but couldn't bring herself to do so every time!

~ Flashback ~

A Few Days Later

Hermione stepped into the Gryffindor common room. She hadn't stepped inside since she had been assigned Head Girl, and thought that it was a great time to revisit. She had trouble coping with the memory of that night, and found herself in need of someone to talk to.

After staying and looking for someone in the room, she found Ginny.

'Perfect.' she thought. She tapped on her shoulder and asked if they could talk in a more secluded area, to which Ginny agreed.

Walking up the stairs, they entered Ginny's dorm. Luckily, it was just the two of them.

"Ginny, I have something to say to you." Hermione began. Ginny nodded. "These past few days have been stressful for me. There was something horrible that happened while I was patrolling the halls one night."

"And that was?" Ginny asked.

"I've been-" something was preventing Hermione from saying it. Was that fear? Maybe it was. "I had been treated in suc-" There it was again. Hermione kept trying to say it, but she couldn't. It felt like someone stuffed a cotton ball in her throat every time she tried to mention her rape.

Ginny had been standing there dumbfounded. She couldn't understand why her friend was bumbling like an idiot.

Hermione kept trying to say those damned words to explain her situation. It wasn't working. Each time she tried to mention it, the prevention got stronger. It felt like she had a cotton ball in her mouth to someone choking her neck. Hard.

"Maybe try writing it." Ginny offered. She gave a pencil and a piece of paper to Hermione, who gladly took it and tried to write. Despite her best efforts, it was still difficult. She tried to write the word, "rape", but ended up scribbling on the paper. She did not intend to do so, but it felt as if she had been possessed.

Hermione sighed. She tried to reword it, explaining the whole situation, but was stopped by a sudden head-splitting headache. She had enough and wanted to scream. What was stopping her from trying say her wretched problem?

"Maybe we can do this another day." said Ginny.

'No!' Hermione wasn't going to wait for another day. She had been keeping this far too long to quit now.

Hermione tried yelling this time. " I WAS R-"

Suddenly, her surroundings faded away. Hermione fell to the ground. She blanked out.

Hermione woke up and found herself lying on a hospital bed. She looked around. She was in the Hospital Wing with Madam Pomfrey and Ginny beside her bed.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I could ask you the same thing, Ms. Granger. Ginny dragged you all the way down here and asked for a diagnosis. There appears to be no issue, so I assume it's the stress from your duties. I advise you to take some rest." replied Madam Pomfrey. Ginny and her left the room to give Hermione some space.

Hermione couldn't believe it. She couldn't get the support she needed to help battle her dilemma, and she thinks she knows why:

Draco's spell is interfering with her abilities to explain.

~End of Flashback~

Hermione was truly alone. She had no support system to help her get through her troubling experience.

However, there was a darker problem that worried Hermione. She had missed her period for three months and was frightened. She had been feeling tired frequently and her breasts constantly felt sore. Every morning, she had to run to the toilet to vomit the contents of her stomach. Hermione was trembling at the sudden realization of her darkest fear: there was a possible chance that she might be with child.

Hermione pushed this thought away. She couldn't accept or believe it. She refused to! There was NO way that she could have gotten pregnant from just that ONE night. She decided to prove to herself that these signs were purely coincidental by finding a pregnancy detection spell today. After all, it wouldn't be a problem since there were no classes on Saturday.

Hermione picked up a white hoodie, black tights, and a pair of brown combat boots as her outfit for the day. Quickly fixing her hair in a messy hairbun, she headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

She sat down between Harry and Ron, who was happily devouring two big pieces of roasted turkey legs. Hermione slapped Ron's shoulders. "Will you ever stop being such a pig so early in the morning, Ronald!" barked Hermione.

"Good morning to you too, Hermione." replied Ron, in a nonchalant tone. He sheepishly smiled at her, and continued to eat, making Hermione's heart flutter. Despite how angry she got with Ron, she always melted in his charm and forgave him.

It was times like this that she craved. It reminded her of her carefree days as an innocent school girl.

Hermione finished eating and got up. She bid the boys a good day and was off. Right after she left the Great Hall, someone pushed her to the side of a wall. Hermione tried to get off, but she couldn't budge. She looked up.

It was Draco. He was wearing his black blazer and dress pants. Pushing himself against her, Hermione really couldn't a move. He was breathing down her neck.

"I missed you, Granger. Your body is so intoxicating that I keep having dreams about it. I can't resist myself. I need to be inside you more. I need you to feel my wrath, you mudblood whore." He whispered into her ear. He tried to kiss her lips. Hermione turned her head to the side, but Draco grabbed her face and implanted his lips against hers. Hermione felt disgusted; for herself and at him. He forcefully made out with her and groped her butt roughly, feeling the erection forming in his pants pressing against her. The hardness of his dick pressed on her abdomen made her extremely uncomfortable. He kept doing this, until they heard footsteps coming. Draco quickly pulled away from her.

"I'll see you soon, mudblood." whispered Draco. He smirked at her then walked away.

Hermione tried to recompose herself. She gasped for air and massaged her boobs. Having Draco against her made feel extremely sore. She finally fixed her composure, and was off to the library.

Hermione reach the library. She quickly went down the aisle, scanning the titles of books in hopes of finding what she needed. Eventually, she got what she wanted. She flipped through the pages.

"This one is for sore feet. This one is for morning sickness, and tender boobs. I'll keep this for future needs… I got it!" The pregnancy Detection Spell - Used for unsure women experiencing many pregnancy symptoms. "Here is the incantation and wand movement. "If stomach flashes red once, it means the woman is not pregnant. Otherwise, if the stomach flashes red twice, the woman is with child." She took notes on the spells she needed, shoved the paper back into her pockets, and put the book back in its place. She didn't want anyone finding out about her dilemma. If word gets out, she could get expelled. All the studying and getting into trouble with Harry would mean nothing! Her dreams of working in the Ministry of Magic would be flushed down along with all her current successes.

Hermione ran all the way to the Heads' dorm and opened it. She locked herself in her room and took off her hoodie, leaving her with just a tank top on. She grabbed the piece of paper from the hood pocket, took her wand out and lifted a bit of her top off to reveal her stomach. Then, she began the spell and drew three circles on her belly.

"Ostendo Gravido." she muttered.

Hermione's heart dropped. Her belly glowed in a red light twice. TWICE. She was pregnant- with Draco Malfoy's child.

Hermione jumped onto her bed and let the tears fall down her face. Crookshanks leaped on her bed, and tilted his head against Hermione.

Hermione appreciated this small gesture, and embraced him, letting her tears continue to fall. Thank goodness her room was sound proof, or and an else Terry might have came in.

She was a 17 year-old teenage rape victim and now an expectant mother She felt as if she were still a child herself, and now there is a little child developing in her womb. This child would be her flesh and blood. It would be half hers AND Draco's.

Hermione cried even harder. Having a child fathered by her rapist means that Hermione was now directly linked with Draco. This baby could have his evil atrocities, his looks and his blood coursing through it. She would forever be tormented by its existence.

She felt lost now. Should she abort the baby? Although she was completely against ending her baby's life, she felt that this may be the greatest solution. First of all, she was in no condition to care for a child. More importantly, she does not want to be reminded of that incident. Of course, inside, she still felt that abortion wasn't the solution so maybe she could put the baby up for adoption. It would have the same benefits as the first option, except for the murder. However, there was a lingering feeling in her heart that for some reason, convinced Hermione she had another choice: keeping the child.

She really didn't know what to do, so she sobbed herself to sleep.

It was a sunny scenery where Hermione. She looked around to see that she was in the old neighborhood park close to her home. She saw children playing in the park; kids were playing on the jungle gym, while little toddlers were being pushed in the baby swings by their mothers. Outside of the playing area, there were mothers feeding their children.

Hermione felt a little tug on her leg.

"Mummy! Let's go to play!" said a white child-like figure. She assumed this would be her child, minus the white. The whiteness, and lack of physical features must be due to the currently unknown gender. Despite this, Hermione felt inclined to do what the child asked of her. She let the kid take her hand and bring her to the play area. Right when she stepped onto the sand, the child screamed. Hermione looked down. The white figure was covered in red blood.

"Mummy! How could you?" whimpered the child. Hermione couldn't understand what happened. Suddenly, the scenery changed.

She found herself lying down, strapped a metal table. Mediwitches with blacked-out faces surrounded her.

"Relax." said a distorted voice. A mediwitch pointed her wand on Hermione's exposed womb and performed a spell that Hermione couldn't make out.

A bloodcurdling cry echoed around the room. It hurt Hermione's ears, yet the mediwitches seemed ignorant of the sound.

She then felt something being pulled out of her from below. The mediwitch that did this put the object on a small tray located on a table beside her.

Hermione turned to the side and couldn't believe what she saw. On that table was a dead baby- her baby. It was all bloody and disassembled; the head, body, arms and legs were torn apart from each other.

Tears were falling down her face.

Hermione sat up and found herself screaming from the dream. There were beads of sweat beads forming on her forehead. Slowly, she placed a hand on her belly.

Was she really up to motherhood? The thought scared her, yet it was intriguing.

'No… It isn't realistic.' she thought to herself. Maybe adoption? At least a couple who wanted a child can raise one and treat the child with utmost respect. Of course, that wouldn't fill the void in her heart.

Maybe she was meant to be a mother.


DUN DUN DUH! BOOM! Hermione is pregnant!

Yeah, I've been building up for this moment. Was this too soon? Probably...

So Hermione is feeling conflicted at this moment between adopting and keeping. I felt as though she would, because not many people would JUMP at the thought of keeping a rape-conceived child. Children are supposed to be made out of mutual affection/attraction from the parents. Hermione's was made out of an act of violence that has left scars on her.

I'm trying to portray that it ISN'T easy for rape victims. Rape isn't something that one could easily shrug off; it leaves deep scars. In Hermione's case, on top of her pregnancy dilemma, she can't seek the help and support she needs right now. As a result, she is supposed to feel lost at the moment.

Don't worry though. This story WILL end on a happier side. I was thinking of ending it with Hermione and Ron together, but then I thought to myself, "Naw. Let's finish this with her being triumphant on her own." Therefore, it won't end with her and Ron. She will ultimately become the victor at the end of the story.

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