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Keep to yourself

my little child

The world is painful

as is denial

Hermione awoke the next day groggy and in pain. What scared her most was that the pain was in one specific region and that in itself made her fear looking next to her at the object that was currently holding her down by her waist.

Hermione took a deep breath and slowly looked to her side to see Blaise sleeping peacefully, the morning sunlight creating a sort of glow around him. In her opinion he looked like an Italian God, very cliché I know, but really it was true. She sighed and leaned against him, regretting the night before… or at least she thought she was.

"Morning, love" Blaise mumbled from beside her. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at her but then noticed her expression, one of regret.

Blaise sat up in the bed, the covers covering only his lower region and looked her straight in the eyes. "You can't possibly be regretting last night can you?"

"Of course I am! I had sex with you! I was supposed to wait until I was sure that I was with 'the one' and marry him before I had sex but now… oh god I had sex with you and it's all ruined! It's your fault! I didn't want it…!" Hermione exclaimed, but Blaise cut her off before she continued.

"You did not just say that! Hermione you wanted it just as much as I did if not more! I would never force that kind of thing and you know it!"

"No I didn't want it! I wanted to stay true to my plans but you forced me!"

"I ASKED YOU IF I COULD CONTINUE!!! Goddamnit stop denying it!" Blaise was now very pissed off. "I love you damnit and I would never force you into anything!"

Hermione starred at him for a moment before breaking down crying. It was true that she was denying it but by accepting it meant she was accepting that she truly did love him.

You deny your weakness

and your fear

All the while

it controls you

She was afraid truthfully. Afraid that he didn't actually love her and was only trying to get her into bed with him. She didn't think she could stand that pain. She knew what her weakness was, her weakness was her heart. She was too loving, too kind. She easily accepted anyone as long as they accepted her. She gave people time and didn't judge them right off the back. Of course she wasn't all sunflowers and rainbows but she was daisies and roses!

"Don't let your fears control you Hermione." Blaise said softly. He was up and getting dressed so that when Hermione looked over at him he already had his boxers and pants on. "What are you afraid of anyways? Getting pregnant? Because Hermione, love, I promise you won't."

"But you can't promise that! I could get pregnant! Neither of us used any protection and oh god…"

"Hermione, you forget that my mother is a complete whore. There are spells to prevent pregnancy and I've had those spells on me since I was ten years old. There is no way you're going to get pregnant. Any pureblooded witch or wizard knows these spells. The only way you could possibly get pregnant was if I took off the spells which I don't plan to do until I'm married. I certainly don't want any kids at this age; I'm not my mother who had me at an extremely young age."

The pain of life

is undeniable

But the pain of death

is even worse

Later Hermione stood alone in front of the lake. It was pouring out. Blaise had refused to speak to her for the rest of the day and it was killing her. She couldn't help but wonder why life had to be so cruel, so painful. Why death had to be even worse. Why was it that no matter where you went you always experienced pain, excrutiating pain that you can't escape? All this and more ran through her mind, but unknowingly to her something else was running through her veins, seeping into her very core.

Hermione gasped and held onto her stomach. What felt like a bolt of electricity had just hit her and she didn't know why. Again it happened and again. She thought she heard her name being called out before she fell to her knees in pain and passed out.

Blaise rushed over to her, worried out of his mind. He had just reached her when he too felt something like a bolt of lightning run through him continually before he too passed out from the pain.

No longer a child

now an adult

You must face the pain

no more denial

"This is definitely odd. I've never seen anything like it." Dumbledore said softly, gazing curiously at the two students who lay unconscious in the hospital beds.

"The two are just lucky that Mr. Malfoy found them or else I fear they wouldn't have made it." Madam Pomfrey said, also gazing at the two students curiously.

"Well it does seem that these two are no longer children… but very powerful adults…"

HG

I awoke to see white all around me. Quickly, I sat up, afraid of the reason as to why I was here. I looked around and saw Blaise lying in the bed beside mine and scrunched my eyes up in confusion. It was then that I remembered what happened. The surge of electricity flowing through me, the pain.

Suddenly a huge surge ran through me and I fell back on my back on the bed, closing my eyes in the process. When I next opened them I couldn't help but smirk… I knew what had happened…

BZ

When I awoke I knew what had happened right away. I smirked and looked to the bed next to mine and found Hermione lying back, her arms behind her head, starring intently up at the ceiling.

"Wake before me did you, love?" I asked my voice coming out smoothly, icily, silkily.

Hermione looked over at me, her eyes, oh her eyes, they were the darkest of browns, black almost and I knew mine were the same. Her lips were blood red, another feature I knew I had as well.

"I awoke ages ago, dear." Her voice too came out like silk. She smirk a most evil smirk and I knew she was in the same state of mind that I was.

Swiftly I got out of the bed and stood. With a simple flick of my hand the hospital clothes changed into something I will forever say was absolutely awesome. I now wore a black shirt that had an insignia much like the percent sign on it except somewhat opposite. My pants were black and baggy, the pockets red with, get this, black lining. Two silver chains hung from them. My shoes were blood red with black laces.

Hermione quickly followed my lead and stood, transfiguring her clothes into the most fantastic dress. It was midnight black with simple straps holding it up. The dress had a low neck line and was held together by blood red strings that criss-crossed through it. The dress reached just below her knee and then diagonaled up to midthigh. Red strings hung from the bottom to add class. Her shoes were about 3-4 inch heels that were black in color. It was quite obvious she had a thing for dresses that diagonaled, of course I wasn't complaining!

I held my hand out to her and she took it of course. Together we exited the Hospital Wing and made our way down the Hogwarts halls. People starred at us as we passed, but the only people to stop us were, you guessed it, Potter and Weasley.

"Hermione what are you wearing?!" Weasley exclaimed.

"Move" was all she said. When the duo refused she flicked her hand and the two went sailing across the room, hitting the wall hard. I smirked and the two of us exited Hogwarts, all the while the skies swirled and the wind whipped. Darkness consumed and we left behind all that was good.

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Ok so chapter 10. I hope you liked it. Can you now see somewhat where I'm going with this? I hope so! The poem in the story was written by yours truly. It isn't that great but it really goes well with the story. The two outfits I'll have posted up in a day or two under my name. I actually drew out the two outfits and I hope you like them!