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Sorry this chapter is short, but the next will be published ASAP...
Chapter 3: I'm Late
November 7, 2002 {LEFT OFF AFTER LAST CHAPTER}
Draco Malfoy was going to kill the despicable men who robbed Carina of her innocence, but not before torturing them the way they undoubtedly did her over the last 3 1/2 months. No one deserves to have that happen to them; especially the precious and pure as hell girl he currently held in his arms.
Harry had left to go to the auror office to fill in the other guys, but he promised to return later and help figure out where Carina would be staying. Shortly after, Carina couldn't take any more emotional strain and burrowed into Draco's comforting embrace, and that's how she'd remained for the last half hour.
The TV. was on, but muted. The silence felt too fragile at the moment and the young adults seemed content to just listen to the other's steady breathing.
A few minutes later, Carina's silky soft voice tentatively asked, "Draco?"
To which he curled himself further around her and whispered back, "Yeah?"
She hesitated, "I-I was just wondering if I could try bathing again. I need to wash my hair, and I have a bit more energy than yesterday. I-is that okay?"
Draco simply smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her hair which smelled of vanilla and strawberries even if she had no idea it did. He didn't blame her for wanting to be clean after her body had been violated the way it's been.
"Of course. Do you want company? I could help with washing your hair since your arms may still be sore. I think we should put more of that paste on as well. Just to be safe."
She looked up at him with her large, beautifully vulnerable eyes and whispered, "Please."
"Here," Draco said softly while handing Carina the bar of soap. He held the shampoo bottle in his other hand, and lathered it up on his hands before gently massaging it into her hair and scalp.
He and Carina had settled into the bath together after finishing their breakfast and Draco quickly grabbed a clean outfit for her to wear. Of course, the outfit didn't consist of much other than an old worn out t-shirt of his, some too-big flannel pajama pants, and a pair of socks. Maybe he could ask Hermione to bring some of her underwear over later.
Yeah...cause that wouldn't be weird at all.
Nice one Draco.
He continued to massage the tips of his fingers into her scalp and chanced a glance at Carina. She had taken to scrubbing her arms, chest, abdomen, and legs. Draco had taken care of her back, just like yesterday, but there was still the problem of her more...serious injuries...down there.
Suddenly, Carina froze.
"You alright?" He asked softly while halting his own movements.
"I-" she started, but stopped short.
"Carina?" He asked worriedly and turned her to face him. The bubbles still managed to conceal her modesty.
"I-I'm late," she whimpered and dropped her head.
His brow furrowed. "Late for what?" Her eyes bore into his and suddenly he knew exactly what. "Carina, it's, it's okay. There are plenty of solutions. The emotional stress you've been through, the lack of nutrition, and you've already lost so much blood. Your body wouldn't want to lose anymore." He knew the last part made no sense, but the alternative was unthinkable.
"W-was there anyway they used-"
"No."
Her answer made his heart stop. Of course they'd want to destroy her as much as humanly possible. And by the looks of it; they'd more than succeeded. She said it in such a far away voice; like she was void of emotion and everything was just...numb.
He had to act fast before she shut down completely.
"Hey," he whispered; tilting her chin up with his finger. She looked up at him with a defeated look in her eyes and he pressed his forehead to hers. Her breath tickled his lips as she let out a shaky sigh and he caressed her cheek adoringly.
"Everything is going to be fine. I promise. We'll figure this out. I have a friend who can help us. She's really nice and I'm sure she'll let you borrow some of her clothes. I'll ask her to perform the spell on you to see if you really are...pregnant, but for now let's finish getting you cleaned up. Okay?" He tried to keep his tone as soft and soothing as possible even though his heart was threatening to beat out of his chest as he spoke. Merlin only knew how she felt.
Fortunately, she must have felt some comfort in his words because she nodded and moved away from him to continue scrubbing.
Once she had to cleanse her more private parts; Draco left her to her own devices and went to call his friend.
He picked up his mobile phone and dialed the all too familiar number.
"Hey...You know very well I couldn't care less you're planning your wedding...Yeah, yeah I'm a foul loathsome evil little cockroach, bite me...listen, can you come over?...Yes, now...I need a favor...I'll tell you what it is when you get that know-it-all ass of yours over here...Yes mum...Please! Yes! I'm on my hands and knees fucking begging, little bookworm...fine, now I am...thanks, see you soon. Love you too, Granger."
1 hour later
Draco and Carina were sitting on the couch, peacefully awaiting Hermione's arrival. Carina had been completely washed and he'd rubbed some more paste onto her bruises and the scar on her belly. She'd changed into another outfit of his and her hair had been brushed so that in now flowed down her back in long golden waves. He'd wrapped her in a freshly cleaned blanket and that's how she had remained for the last 35 minutes.
He held her in his lap and rubbed her back over the thick fabric of the blanket, feeling her body tremble slightly as anxiety consumed her thoughts and took hold of her body.
"Everything's going to be alright. Hermione's great. You'll love her." He reassured her. She nodded against his chest, but still shook like a leaf.
"I'm just scared. I'm not ready to be a mum. I can't even take care of myself," she cried.
He held her closer and laid back on the couch so she was basically laying on top of him with her head resting in the crook of his neck, her arms around his waist, and her legs between his leg and the couch cushions. He slipped his arms beneath the blanket and around her slim waist, feeling her gentle heat against his burning fire.
And that's how Hermione found them.
...TBC...
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