Chp. 10- The Truth

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Last Time:

Once she was alone in her room and covered up, she let the tears fall. She cried for an hour straight, not bothering to wipe the stray tears away. She was exhausted and laid there, staring up at the ceiling.

I can't believe he made me do that...I think he enjoys inflicting pain on me...He can get me to do whatever he wants one way or another...I don't know how I fell in love with the enemy, or why I slept with him in the first place...

Hermione hugged her pillow and let sleep wash over her. She was asleep, not worried by her problems to come.

Now:

Hermione got up and made her way to the bathroom. This entire week she had been sick, and she was finally going to go to Madam Pompfrey about it. She had to have come down with the flu like the boys were talking about, and perhaps the woman would know something to cure it or at least decrease the intensity of her sickness. She had to go to two classes before lunch and then she would go after lunch since she had no other classes afterward. She washed up quickly and wrapped a towel around herself.

As she was on her way to her bedroom, her stomach started churning yet again and she just made it to the toilet before she threw up yet again. She groaned and brushed her teeth after she was done throwing up.

"This really has to stop," she told herself.

Finally she was done and headed to her bedroom. She slipped her uniform on over a pair of burgundy lace knickers and the matching bra. She brushed her hair up into a ponytail and left her make-up off.

Hermione slipped her Potions and Transfiguration in her bag before heading to the Great Hall. She sat between Harry and Ron, opting not to drink or eat anything. She didn't want Snape giving her detention. Harry and Ron looked at her, concerned.

"Are you ok Hermione?"

"Yeah...I'm going to Madam Pompfrey after classes today to see what's wrong..."

"Do you want us to come with?"

"No I'll go by myself but thank you."

They nodded and Hermione walked with them down to dungeons. She sat in the back, waiting for Malfoy. He had been fairly nice for most of the week, and Hermione was grateful. This flu sucked and she didn't feel like putting up with his crap. He sat down and stared over at her. Hermione pretended not to notice and grabbed all her supplies out. She felt his hand on her leg, and he pulled it away when Snape came in.

"You're taking notes all period."

He waved his wand and the board filled with notes. Snape took a seat at his desk to grade scrolls with their latest essays on them. Hermione got to work writing the notes down, quickly and neatly. Halfway through class she was done, and decided to have a little fun. She ran her hand over Malfoy's leg. He jumped slightly at this. Hermione smiled to herself as she unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. Malfoy stared over at her, unsure of what she was doing. Hermione stared straight ahead, pretending to write in case Snape looked up. She reached her hand into his boxers, grasping him firmly in her hand.

She slowly moved her hand up and down his shaft, feeling him grow harder already. She quickly sped her hand up and felt Malfoy groan softly next to her.

Hermione grinned to herself and had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. She was giving Malfoy a hand job in Potions, and no one knew except them. She looked over and saw him biting his lip and holding the table in a tight grip. She knew he was close, and stroked him quicker and quicker, rubbing her thumb over his head with each stroke.

Malfoy let out a low moan, so only Hermione could hear, and she felt him start to cum. She almost giggled to herself at how odd she was being, but liking it all the same. He shuddered after he was done, and Hermione took her hand out of his pants and looked her notes over. The bell rang and she walked over to Harry and Ron. The trio starting walking towards the door, and Hermione took one final look at Malfoy. His cheeks were flush and his hair was messy. He stared at her until he couldn't see her anymore.

Hermione walked with the boys to Transfiguration and they took a seat together, Hermione in between the two. Professor McGonagall gave them twenty pages to read and they were to write a six inch essay on the subject contained in the chapter. She gave them the period, since she had some exams to grade. Hermione got done with several minutes to spare. She watched Harry and Ron, who were pretending to work, waiting for class to end.

When the bell rang, the three went to the Great Hall. Hermione wanted to eat something before she went to visit the nurse. She nibbled on some grapes before eating some chicken and mashed potatoes. When she was done eating, she stood up.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow. Ok?"

"Yes. Let us know how it went. Alright?"

Hermione nodded and slowly walked up to Madam Pompfrey's office. She finally reached it, and pushed the doors open.

"Hello?"

Madam Pompfrey stuck her head out and smiled at Hermione.

"Hello dear. How can I help you?"

"I've been sick all week and I was wondering if you could give me something for my flu..."

"Well let me check you out to make sure that's what you have before I give you something for it."

Hermione nodded her head and sat down on one of the beds, throwing her legs out in front of her. Madam Pompfrey stood next to her, waving her wand and pointing at Hermione. Hermione looked down and saw her stomach glow red.

"Well you don't have the flu dear. I'll check a few other things it could be."

Hermione nodded. If it wasn't the flu, then what the bloody hell was it?

The nurse did a few more spells and frowned when they all came out negative. She was tapping her wand on her hand, trying to think. Her eyes widened and she nodded her head. She said another spell and this time Hermione's stomach glowed blue.

"I don't know how to tell you this Ms. Granger, but you're not sick."

"I'm not? Then what's the matter?"

"You're pregnant dear."

Hermione swore her heart stopped at that exact moment. Pregnant? She couldn't possibly be pregnant. Madam Pompfrey did another test and a slip of parchment appeared in thin air. She grabbed it and looked it over.

"The baby is healthy but it's not even a month old. I can do a spell to find out the sex, but it's complicated. Did you want to know dear?"

Hermione shook her head no. She didn't want to do some spell right now. She had to think to herself.

"Here's some scrolls to look over, and a book on pregnancy you can borrow to read. There's always adoption or termination if you don't want the baby dear."

"I could never do that," Hermione said and hung her head.

She was going to be a teen mother...How could she have let this happen? This meant it was...Malfoy's...

"I have to go."

"Alright. Come back in a month so we can make sure the baby is still healthy."

Hermione nodded and got up. She walked slowly to the Head common room. She was pregnant, not sick! She should have realized it...Her period was always regular and she hadn't had it. She sat down on the couch once she was in the common room.

"What am I going to do," she asked herself.

Mum's going to kill me she thought and put her head in her arms. She cried silent sobs, her body shaking. She heard the portrait open but didn't bother looking up. She knew who it was.

Malfoy sat down next to her and pulled her face up, kissing her roughly. He started pushing her cloak off, but Hermione pushed him away. He started kissing her again, and started to unbutton her skirt. Hermione pushed him hard, and he almost fell off the couch.

"What the hell?"

"Just stop!"

She could see the anger in his eyes. He finally took a good look at her and saw the tear trails down her face. He looked slightly concerned before all emotion disappeared from his face.

"I'm pregnant," Hermione whispered softly, looking at the ground.

Hermione looked up and saw Malfoy's eyes were wide.

"What did you say?"

"I'm pregnant," she repeated louder this time.

"Well get rid of it!"

Hermione felt his words cut her. It was almost as if he had slapped her in the face.

"I can't do that...Even though it's your baby..."

"Well I don't want anything to do with it," Malfoy replied before walking swiftly out of the common room.

Hermione dissolved into tears after he was gone. Now he knew as well, and he wanted her to get rid of the baby. She walked to her bedroom, relying on her memory of the common room to guide her since she couldn't see. She grabbed her door knob and pushed the door open before closing it, and walking to her bed. She stripped out of her clothes and slipped a t-shirt over her head.

She fell on her bed, crying herself to sleep.

Well that's it for now. Please don't hate me. I know it's bad right now...Please leave me a review and I'll get the next chapter out soon. Keep a look out!