The next five months went by very quickly. Things didn't change, except for the occasional fight. Draco stuck to me like glue in the hallways. Trailing me when I was alone with Ron. I never told Draco about the passes Ron made at me in the common room, I felt that I loved my best friend, and I wanted him very much alive for his next birthday.
I found myself staring into "our" mirror one afternoon. Scrunching my nose and mussing with my hair, pulling it back, swiping it to the side. Draco said he had a surprise for me for our eighth month anniversary, and I wanted to surprise him with a new hair style. I was supposed to be on rounds at the moment, but I really had to urinate. It was then that I heard the commotion out in the hall way.
I heard footsteps approaching the bathroom at a fast pace. Looking around wildly, I decided my best bet would be to dash into one of the stalls and be as still as possible. Sitting down on the top of the toilet, I placed my feet on the bowl and waited with bated breath as the scene unfolded before me. I could see out the small opening between the door and the rest of the stall. Draco walked into the bathroom and headed straight to our sink, clutching either side of the sink with his shaky hands, bowing his head. Moaning Myrtle cooed from the stall next to mine.
"Don't," crooned Moaning Myrtle's voice from one of the cubicles. "Don't…tell me what's wrong…I can help you…"
"No one can help me," said Malfoy. His whole body was shaking. "I can't do it…I can't…It won't work…and unless I do it soon…he says he'll kill me."
I was confused; this was my fiancé…right? And we shared everything…right? So why was I sitting on this toilet bowl, with this confused expression on my face. I looked out the small crack again…watched his face closely…he was crying. I almost gasped…almost. I sucked in air, and looked towards my fiancé, who was looking into the mirror, his eyes hardening before turning on his heel and drawing his wands. He shot a curse before putting up a shield. Myrtle was screaming, if she floated any closer she would see me. But I doubted anything would happen.
"Stop!" she was screaming, tugging at her ghostly pigtails.
I saw his lips move, saw his face contort, and heard the word he was about to utter…Crucio. I shuddered, he wasn't capable of that was he? I wasn't in love with a monster was I?
"Sectumsempra!" yelled a voice from the doorway…wait a minute! I knew that voice. I hopped down from the sink as Draco fell to the floor. This couldn't be happening. I stood there, my heart breaking, tears spilling down my cheeks. Watched the scene unfold in silence, Myrtle yelling, Snape coming into the room, Harry standing there dumbfounded, and Draco…my Draco bleeding on the floor. Dittany darling, take the dittany.
He was sore for the entire week after he got out of the hospital wing, and the scars we're always bright red against his pale skin, I feared they would never fade. He never used the dittany like I told him too. I still fear that his hatred for Harry will never fade, and it still hasn't. It's only a year later and I'm still so angry at Harry, but things will never change. I don't know where to go from here.
It was only a few short weeks before Dumbledore's death. A few weeks before my husband would be ripped from me, before he was forced deep into the Dark Arts.
"Damn it, Malfoy, stop the fucking madness!" I yelled at him.
"Granger, you have no clue what the hell you're talking about!" he yelled right back at me.
"I don't know what I'm talking about?" I sputtered. "I know full well what you're doing, the wine, the necklace, the vanishing cabinet. Fuck Malfoy, I'm not stupid. We can help you."
"Nobody can help me Hermione."
"Don't pull that depression stunt with me Draco, I love you. I. Love. You. I want to be with you, I want to help you, I want to love you. I share my life with you. I share my love with you. All I have to do is look at you and know what your thinking, what your planning. If that's not meant to be than I'm not going to bother trying to find it. I'm nothing without you by my side, and I refuse to just sit around and let that…that monster steal you away from me. We could be a family, Draco, we could be happy."
"Hermione, I love you more than anything, and it kills me to say that, because before you came along I made a commitment to a cause, one that I don't believe in any longer, all because of some fucking pomegranates."
"Then stop the madness!"
"It's not that easy, love."
"I'll never understand this side of you Draco." He walked forward placed a kiss to my forehead and walked away.
I made my way up to Madame Pomfrey, I was feeling quite unwell.
I remembered that hospital visit, it was in May. May 18 to be exact, it changed my life forever.
"Madame" I said, knocking on her office door. "I haven't been feeling very well, and I was wondering if you could give me a check up?"
"Sure thing Darling." She bustled about her potion cabinet, picked up her wand, and guided me to a table on the west side of the wing. I laid down on the stiff white bed.
"Now Miss Granger, when was the last time you had your monthly cycle?"
I closed my eyes, picturing my calendar in my mind, two months ago. Why?" she nodded her head and continued on with her spells. After a few minutes she handed me a vial of bubbling purple liquid.
"Drink it up, Dear" she urged, so I did as she said. Tipping the neck to my lips I downed the potion, it tasted of mint and strawberries. What an odd combination.
"Oh dear…" Madame muttered. "Tsk, tsk. Hermione, are you sexually active?" Now I hate that term, was I activated at some point. Did someone come to me, bend me over, and turn my sex switch on…oh wait, he did. Never mind.
"Yes, I have been. Since about November." Why all the questions about…oh Merlin. I cringed. "Do the test again." And she complied, that is until about the fifth time.
"Miss Granger, it is always positive. I fear you are with child." I stared at her. With child? That did not play into my plan, I thought I would be married before I became "with child."
"Well, get it out!" she stared at me.
"Wait! I've got to talk to Dra…my fiancé first." She smiled at me and patted my thigh.
"You do that dear, I'll be here." I nodded my head before getting off of the table and walking out into the hall. I sunk to my arse, my back against the cool stone, and wept. Today was not a good day.
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A/N: Hello, I know that this is not up to my normal standard. I am concerned with studying for my last final on Monday. However, I was reading and I realized that I had updated my story "Shadow" twice before I had updated this story. So I had this chapter in pieces on my computer, I put them together in chronological order and came up with this. I'm not satisfied with it, but for right now, it's the best it's going to get. Please tell me what you think.
