A Year in Montreal

By Jess Fern

Chapter 7

This Chapter will be in Draco's view

I sleep soundly and deeply, dreaming of a beautiful teasing mistress. She has extremely curly brown hair and the smoothest skin you've ever seen, and light brown eyes with specks of dark brown in them. She lays over me and is about to kiss me when she screams out.

"Draco! Draco please help me! Draco!" she says, but it's almost as if her voice is muffled like its being said throw a pillow. I know something isnt right by the urgency in her voice. I open my eyes and hear the screaming again, but much clearer. There's pounding and worried voices screaming, "Hermione? Hermione!". I jump up and through open the door. I dash uot and find Weasley and Potter pounding on the door.

"What the ****? Are you two trying to break the door?" I yell at them. Their heads turn towards me and glare.

"YES!" They tell me with more seriousness than I've ever heard from them. Then I hear the awful screaming.

"Draco! Draco! Draco I need you! Draco, please hurry! Ple-" Then they stop I push the gryffindors away and jiggle the handle, b=ut its locked from the inside.

"Hermione! Mione, open the door! Now!" I yell to her from behid the door. I keep turning the handle, and finally it opens. What I see before me is worse than the worst muggle horror film I've ever seen. The blood is everywhere. Ginny's arms and hands are covered in it and minoe is drenched. Her arm is squirting blood, and I wonder what happened, but I see the broken mirror. I crouch down and pick her limp form. She is shaking intensely,and muttering inaudible words. I only catch a few, lke "baby" and "girl". I walk out of the bathroom only to find Potter and weasley passed out on the floor.

****. I carry hermione to our room and lie her on the bed. I start mending the wound as quickly as possible. It takes about 5 minutes for it t heal, leaving only a jagged scar that can be removed. Oh **** Ginny. I walk out and back to the bathroom. Wait, I thought Lavender came up here too. I look around and find her no where in sight. When I get to the bathroom, I find ginny crouched on the floor, her head between her knees. She is rocking back and forth, speaking words that make no sense.

"Attack, he's going to attack. Someone will die. Anyone here will die for Hermione." I stop and kneel down.

"Ginny. Ginny, come on its over now. Ginny?" She isnt responding, so I do the only thing I can think of, which I absolutely hate. SLAP. Ginny looks up and clocks me right in the jaw

"Bloody ****! My jaw!" I scream. And Ginny looks around and grabs her wand from her bloody skirt pocket. She starts casting enchantments, one the mops of the blood, another that puts the glass back together.

"Ginny are you alright?" I ask apolegetically as I rub my jaw. She looks over once she has finished and grabs my face. She examines my jaw and shakes her head.

"Leave it to Malfoy to make a fuss over a bruised lip. Why the **** did you slap me?" She asks slightly annoyed.

"You werent waking up. You were in a trance, sort of." I say and help her up. She grabs my hand and walks out of the bathroom. She looks down at ron and harry and whispers something.

"****. You two are such ****." She says with a smirk. "Dont worry I can revive them."

"Who was worrying?" I say. My face deflates as I remember my fiancee still lying in a blood soaked bed. " I have to go. Hermione is still in my room. Oh, before I go, do you remember where Lavender went?" I say. Ginny rolls her eyes.

"Oh yes. I told her to go and get hermione's mother. Lets see how long that takes." She says with a chuckle. I try to laugh but its impossible. I walk to our room and find hermione fast asleep. I levitate her above the bed so I can change the sheets. My hands are stained red when I'm finsihed removing the sheets, so I go to the bathroom and wash them several times. Ginny is no where in sight and neither are the boys. Crap, I lost concentration. I think to myself and know hermione will be lying on the sheetless bed. I return and find I was correct amd begin the leviatatiom spell again. I grab some clean sheets from the closet and spread them on the bed. Before I lay Hermione back on the bed, I clean her and remove her clothes. It takes some time trying to fimd the purple beaded bag with all her belongings, but I do find it. It takes much longer to rummage around to find some pajamas. I find a stretchy shirt and put it on her and some plaid pants and throw those on too. Finally. I tuck her in to bed and kiss her sweetly. She rustles at feeling my lips on her skin. I walk out of the bedroom and go downstairs. Ginny is putting both potter and weasley on the two couches. I see there eyes starting to stir.

"So what do you think made them faint?" I say trying not to laugh, because that sounds an awful lot like what I said in our third year. She sighs and answers.

"The blood. Not the look of it, the amount." She says slowly. I look over. She looks dreadful. Blood all over her knees and smeared on her face. She hasnt changed her clothes yet.

"Ginny, go home. Get changed. I can hold the fort." I say to her she stands up and nods. She walks to the Fireplace and says s location I dont recognize. I had at first thought she lived at Grimmauld Place, but maybe she isnt living with potter. I go to the kitchen and make a cup of tea while I wait for people. I wait an hour, at which Weasley and Potter wake up. They ask a multitude of questions, all of which I answer without a smirk, or even a sarcastic tone. A couple hours later, Ginny comes back all clean and fresh. She asks if Hemrione has woken up yet and I shake my head. Having heard no sounds. She looks perplexed, and goes up to check on her. When she returns she looks grim.

"I dont think shell be waking anytime soon. This is what muggles refer to as a coma. Coma in latin means deep sleep. I don know how long she'll be, but she wont live long without something. I can brew a potion that will ensure that her apetite doesnt grow or shrink. That non of her bodily functions fail. Itll be as if shes dead but not. I can make the potion and give it to her soon. Probably a few days. Has anyone heard from lavender?" We all shake our heads. She nods and walks over to Potter and smacks him in the face, very hard. Then she walks over to Weasley and smacks him the same, though even harder than Potter.

"What the **** Ginny?" They say at the same time.

"Thats for passing out. Now look at Draco." They look at me, and then turn back to her. "He had to carry Hermione out of that, heal her, and slap me, which I'm fairly sure he didnt want to do but had to as I was in shock. Now you tell me, Harry, would you have done the same if mine and hermione's positions hadm been switched?" He looks so ashamed and shakes his head. "I didnt think so, there is another reason why I dont want to marry you. You have to prove yourself." She says and walks away. Potter looks depressed, and I honestly feel sorry for him.

Everyone becomes depressed after that. No one does anything, except watch Hermione. Ginny brewed the ption in less than a day and gave it to hermione. About two weeks after the incident, Lavender finally arrives with Hermione's mother. She looks like an older version of Hermione, though very happy, and I know Lavender didnt tell her a thing. I walk up to mrs. granger, and dhake her hand.

"Welcome, Mrs. Granger, to our cabin. I'm Draco malfoy, your daughters fiancee." I say politely, she looks at me sternly.

"Are you the one that tormented her in school?" She says with her eyes completely burning with hatred.

"Yes, maam. But Hermione would never have agreed to marry me if I hadnt changed." I say as calmly as I can muster. She draws her hand back and slaps me in a backhanded fashion.

"That is for being an enormous pain in the arse to her." She says and I nod with disappoint. Then she comes and hugs me.

"And that is for being amazing to her, welcome to the family. Now where is Hermione?" She asks and I'm about to run away, knowing she might kill me if she knew I caused her injuries.

"She's resting a bit. She is uh . . ." I start, but know she'll have to know eventually. "Hermione is pregnant. By me. And she wanted to know if she realy was, so we tryeda method of pregnancy test, and we didnt know it would be painful. Amd now, she is sorta in a coma." I say nervously. She looks completely shocked.

"She's pregnant? What is it?" She asks as she stares at the wall.

"I'm pretty sure it's a girl. She is about a month pregnant."

"Oh, alright." she says and then snaps back. "Wjo are these other people? I know Ron, and Lavender. Oh and Harry, but who are you?" She says as she looks at Ginny.

"I'm Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister. And Hermione's friend." Ginny says nervously.

"Oh yes yes! Hermion has said a lot about you!" She says in sudden realization. I tap her on the shulder.

"Would you like to see hermione?" I ask her slowly. She nods and I walk toward the stairs. She follows me slowly, taking in every detail of the place. We trudge up the stairs and to my room. I just notice everyone decided to follow. I ope the door and turn the lihts on. We stare at the breathing form that is Hermione. Ginny uncovers the blanket from her and looks of shock pop up around the room. Her abdomen is distended, like she is stowing a shirt underneath, and her breasts have grown notably.

"Ginny, I thought you said the potion would prevent growth or shrinkage?" I ask in high hopes that this is a dream.

"Well, apparently not in baby growth or breast development. Congratulations." Ginny says trying to lightnen the mood.

"Th-thanks." I say and sulk out of the room. I walk down the hall out to the balcony and look down at the river flowing below.

I'm not ready. I'm going to get one of them killed. Something is going to happen. I roll up my sleeve and look down at the ugly mark. I'm branded forever. It will never come off. I can never let her see it. Hermione can ignore, how could she have done it with a death eater, but she knows i'm not anymore. But the baby, when she's old enough to understand, I'll tell her. I stand on the balcony a little longer. I dont think of the consequences and jump over the balcony, a good 10 foot drop. I land on my feet, but feel only slight pain. I start running through the woods, knowing that I can apparate back if I need to. I finally stop and find myself in a huge circle, made entirely of trees. The only thing in the middle is a tall man with long platinum blond hair.

"Hello, Draco. So good to see you. How is the mudblood?" my father asks with a laugh.

"what the **** are you doing here?" I ask him as I shoot daggers at him.

"Now really, that is no way to talk to your father. But really, how is the mudblood. I heard you knocked her up. And that she is still sleeping from that little accident you caused. Is the child a girl or a boy?" He says slyly.

"Why do you care? We arent going to let you see her." I say and immediately regret it.

"Aw, a girl is it? Well, not exactly the malfoy heir, but she'll do just the same."

"What do you mean? That you actually think itll be a Slytherin? Like the rest of the family, except Sirius Black of course. Maybe she'll be a gryffindor, no that I want her to be stupid enough to do brave things. She'll probably be a ravenclaw." I say as I realize I'm more arguing with myself.

"Oh, you wish her to be a gryffindor, or a petty ravenclaw. Why dont you have more kids and you can have one in hufflepuff too!" He says and apparates away.

"Dammit." I say as I too apparate.