All I Have To Give

A Harry Potter Tale

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Last Chapter: "I know, sir. I will be whatever I need to be for Hermione." Without another word, Dumbledore left signaling for Madame Pomfrey to follow him.

This chapter is titled after: Innocent by Taylor Swift

4. Innocent

He would have to do this. Betray Fleur, Ron, and probably cause irreparable damage to his and Hermione's friendship, but if it would save her life, he would do it. Looking at her, he knew that the baby that they would have would be beautiful, with a good heart and a kind soul. He knew that Hermione would be a good mother, she was so good with her little sister and had been since Emmeline was born. He meant every word he'd said, but he wasn't sure if the parts about their family understanding was a lie or not. He doubted seriously that they would. Ron would probably kill him. He'd been trying too hard with Hermione to get her to sleep with him and now she has no other choice but to have sex with his brother. Fleur would leave him. The best thing he could think of was that after they were certain she conceived, he would have to convince her to sleep with Ron so that when the baby came, he would think it was his. But his earlier doubts and reasons for not wanting Ron for this was still true, Ron would probably break her heart and leave her alone to raise the baby.

Hermione felt the grogginess lift and was suddenly aware that she was laying in a bed with someone holding her hand. It was a rough, large hand and she knew it was probably Draco, worried sick about her. She carefully squeezed his hand reassuringly and opened her eyes to be not met with gray but with crystal blue eyes, no pale skin but a rich tan, with a scar over his left cheek, auburn hair getting in his eyes as he looked down at her with a worried expression and a fang earring dangling next to his cheek.

"You're awake." He said, his voice was careful, no joy or cheerfulness that she was used to out of the eldest Weasley brother.

She nodded, scanning his lovely eyes for some hint as to what happened. Finding nothing she asked, "What's wrong?"

He let out a breath. "You're sick." he said steadily. Too steadily.

"Bill, tell me." She asked, lifting her hand to his scarred cheek and lightly tracing it with her thumb. He grabbed her hand gently and brought it down from his face to cup it in his hands. "What happened?"

Carefully, he began, not taking his eyes off her own. "You were poisoned with a rare, virtually unheard of poison called Black Dust Toxin." She drew in a deep breath. She had read about that in Moste Potente Potions when she had checked the book out in her second year. She knew why now he was so concerned. There was only one cure and she was terrified now, as well.

"Who is it going to be?" She asked.

"You know about this?" He asked in surprise. "I had never heard of it until Dumbledore and Slughorn told me."

"I read about it in Second Year. Who, Bill?" She said braising herself. Please, not Ron, please not Ron, she pleaded silently in her mind, surprising herself because she knew that Ron was the most logical choice. After all, he was her boyfriend, nearly her fiance, it would make sense.

"Me," he whispered so quietly that she almost didn't hear him. Almost. Bill? No! He was engaged! To a dear friend! What would they say? What would Ron say? She couldn't betray Fleur. She knew that he could read all her furious thoughts and quickly explained, "I am the only one that can, love. Think about it, would you wish this on any of your friends?"

"No, of course not, but Bill – " she held his hand in hers and squeezed. "I wouldn't wish this on you either. I won't let you betray everyone just because I'm dying. Let me go." As scared as she was to die, it was the best option.

"No! Don't even think that!" he cried out furiously. "I know how you feel, I really do, but I will not let you die because of me! Hermione, do you really think that any of us would survive if something happened to you? Do you think I could live with myself knowing I could save you, knowing that we could have had a child, but didn't do anything to do so? No. I won't let you let me out of this."

"Why would you want to do this?" She asked, looking at him with confusion. "Why wouldn't you just tell them no?"

"I volunteered, Hermione. I can help you with the baby after its born, I'll be a good father or uncle or whatever you need me to be. I want to save you."

She considered him for a moment, unsure of what to say, but she saw that his perfect blue eyes were nearly spilling over with unshed tears, and she knew she had to do this. Even though she wanted to wait for marriage and love, she knew that Bill wouldn't survive with the guilt. As much as it terrified her, she propped her self up against the metal frame of the bed against the wall and leaned over. She pressed her lips against his gently for a few seconds before backing away and looking at him. That was their first betrayal.

"Okay," she answered. He was looking at her with shock and amazement. "Just tell how this will work." She watched as he pulled himself out of his revelry and he explained that she would be sharing his rooms, under the guise of having a separate dormitory, that no one will know what was to happen, and the Concealment and Fertility Potions.

She listened in silence, trying not to be terrified that she would have to start sleeping with him tonight if they hoped to conceive within the next twenty eight days. She would have sex with Bill. The Weasley she knew the least, the big brother that took care of everyone, the fiance of the girl whose wedding party Hermione was to be apart of. Three days ago at the dress shop, her worst worry was over exposed skin and Ron trying sloppily to seduce her on the streets of London, now she was going to sleep with his brother and bear all. She knew this year was going to be bad.

After Bill finished explaining, Madame Pomfrey came in and handed her the first Fertility Potion. It tasted awful but she swallowed it dutifully. She told her to come in every Saturday for a pregnancy examination, until conception. She said by the end of the month the Concealment Potion, which was designed centuries ago by Pureblood Society Witches who needed to produce heirs but didn't want to ruin their figures, would be complete and she would have to take one vial of potion every month to conceal the pregnancy. She wouldn't show any outward signs, no cravings, no mood swings, and no stomach that grew and ruined her athletic figure. Not that she cared, but she was happy to take it so that no one knew that she was doing this.

She knew what would have to happen when all this was over. She would have to leave. For how long, she didn't know, but she had to go in order to spare all the pain and heart ache she would cause. After she conceived, she would play everything out until the end of the year, then she would go. She wouldn't tell anyone, except her parents. Possibly Draco, who she would probably need to enlist to help her. He was the only one of her friends that would honor her decision and help her with a plan. But she couldn't tell him anything until after she became pregnant. Otherwise he would insist that it be him. She couldn't do that to him. Bill couldn't know her plan, he would refuse to allow her to leave and it would kill him to not see his child, but it needed to be done.

Madame Pomfrey allowed her to leave once her explanations were done, and Bill lead her by the hand to his private room. It was through his office and up a flight of stairs. The door opened into a beautiful common area, a fire lighting up the place with hard wood floors and stone walls. The floor was covered in a burgundy rug with intricate Celtic designs in gold. The furniture was all plush with mahogany leather. There were two chairs by the fire with a small mahogany table between them. Along the wall was a matching couch and coffee table, with a bookshelf against the opposite wall. Up two steps and to the left was the bath room and to the right was his bed room.

"Professor Dumbledore had your things brought in, I believe their in the bedroom. You can unpack and get settled. He's excused you from the rest of your classes." she nodded and looked at him. He kept his eyes on their entwined hands and she could tell he was nervous. He was afraid that she hated him, it was floating off of him in waves.

Slowly, she placed her other hand on his cheek and gently forced him to look at her. His eyes met hers and she could see the tears glistening again. She could feel her own well up, her appreciation for him and his sacrifice, her current situation, and knowing that all too soon she wouldn't be able to be with her family crashed on her and she felt the tears slide down her cheek. He looked panicked for a moment before he mimicked her movement, putting his hand on her cheek and wiping the tears with his thumb.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm sorry," he said pulling her into his arms. He hugged her and she responded holding him as they both cried for their own separate reasons.

They sat on the couch after the tears had stopped and he looked at her awkwardly. "I don't know what came over me." he stated.

"Its all kind of overwhelming, I know. But, it will be alright." She said, holding his hand in her own.

They heard the bell from lunch toll and both looked at the clock.

"I have to go. I have a class." He told her. "Why don't you unpack and I'll ask one of the House Elves to bring you some lunch?"

She wanted to tell him 'no' to the House Elves, but her stomach growled and she decided it was best not to fight.

"Okay. I'll do that." He got up and she followed him to the door of the small apartment. He hesitated once he touched the door knob before he looked at her. Gently, he leaned down and laid a gentle kiss on her lips, before disappearing through the door. She sighed and looked around. The sun was filtering through the windows, lighting up the living room, but it wasn't the living room that made her nervous. It was the man that had just left with a kiss on her lips and the bedroom through the door to the right.

Plucking up all her Gryffindor courage, she marched through the door and looked around. The bed was a large, queen sized four post bed with burgundy curtains. The furnishings all matched those outside only with a wardrobe and large dresser. Her trunk lay in the corner of the room next to a large bay window and his trunk. She walked over to it and pulled out her belongings. The clothes were hung up on one side of the wardrobe, her personal items remained in the trunk. Her books she moved into the living room onto the bookshelf. She took her toiletries into the bathroom, simply just sticking the whole bag in an empty drawer rather than unpack it all, she did the same with her make up and another empty drawer. She did her best to ignore the bed as best as possible, deciding to go take a shower and brush her teeth and hair, sure that she was a horrid sight at the moment. She washed and shaved every bit of her while in the shower, unsure of what he expected or was used to. She felt inadequate next to the part Veela he was used to sleeping with and knew that she wouldn't be able to compare. She was a virgin and all she'd ever read about sex was in books.

After her shower, she dressed in a simple black mini skirt and a white tank top. She dried her hair with her wand, leaving natural as there wasn't a point in doing anything special with it since she wasn't leaving the quarters. She walked around the apartment barefoot and cuddled up on the couch with her copy of Sense and Sensibility. Not too long after she settled, Winky appeared with chicken and mushroom ravioli atop fettuccine in Alfredo sauce. It was her all time favorite dish and she thanked Winky. The House Elf had also brought a kettle of her favorite peppermint tea, which was sure to ease her nerves. Winky left soon after dropping off the food and Hermione dug in. It was divine, the best she'd had outside of Italy. Once she was finished, the dish was replaced immediately by a Caesar salad and a piece of chocolate cheesecake. She wondered who had told them about her favorite dishes, then she remembered that Bill had said that he would make sure that she had food. How did he know all of this about her? They never really spent that much time talking about her favorite things, just artifacts and curse breaking. She never told anyone but Draco...that was it. He must have asked Draco what my favorite foods were. She felt her heart well up with happiness, he was going to still be Bill. He was still going to take care of her. She suddenly knew that he would do whatever he could to make her comfortable tonight.

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Warning: Next Chapter will give this story the M Rating that its earned. If its not to your taste, I've placed bold print surrounding that particular scene so that it can be avoided. Every time there is a Mature Rating on a chapter, this pattern will remain.