Disclaimer: I am not the owner of the characters. I do not make any money from this. So a guest has reviewed, and to that person who said that, Before you actually say something I'd like you to use your brain. Oh wait, you have got zero brain cells. How can someone be this negative? Before you embarrass yourself you should at least research properly. If you have read my other fanfiction 'The Ferret and The Scarhead' you would know that I am not the one supporting all of governments decision. There Draco and Harry actually ran away from the government's decision. No offence my love, but please just think before you say something because otherwise you will make yourself look like a fucking idiot. Below I'll copy and paste the guest's review word to word. Anyways thank you lovelies 3 ly. Keep reading.

"So I suppose government ordered r*** is just fine as long as the victims decide to make the best of it? Afraid I can't agree with that. I'd rather be dead. The evacuation of the population of countries that approve of that sort of oppression seems to support my preference." [COPIED WORD TO WORD]

When Draco woke up and said her name, Hermione was so scared she actually jumped back and fell on the floor, right on her butt. "What were you doing?" Draco spat, metaphorically.

"I-I-I need to go" She scrambled up and ran to her room and shut the door. She leaned against the door. She could hear someone walking outside her door. The sky was a grotesque color and her room looked very messy. Her heart was beating faster that ever, it felt as though she had run a thousand miles in an hour. She sat on the bed, and curled up in a ball beside the wall. She could feel the tears well up in her eyes.

There is no reason to cry then why is she crying? Why does she feel like a child? Maybe she could send a patronus for Ginny. Or Harry or Ron. Just someone. She needed anyone to just hug her. She felt like the world was crumbling down right beside her. Her tears turned into sobs. Loud sobs. It was so late and she was so tired. Tired of everything. She was tired of Draco, of NEWTS, of Narcissa Malfoy, of the marriage law.

Of her life.

She was tired of her life and she wanted to give up. Just go away from the maze of unhappy tense souls. She wanted to excape this world. She hated herself now more than ever.

She rolled over. She smelled good but she wanted to take a shower. To just cleanse away everything that happened in the past few hours. Surely Draco wouldn't need the washroom now.

She silently got up and without thinking walked to the bathroom door. There was no sound, maybe Draco really was in bed. She didn't care if he was in there, she just needed a shower. A bath would work but a shower would be much better.

She opened the door and there was singing. Someone was standing behind the shower curtains. The someone was singing, very low and … perhaps sad even.

"The air is getting hard to breath"

Hermione inhaled.

"I wish that you would just put me to sleep"

Just standing here listening to his angelic voice made her heart flutter.

"I wish that I could go to sleep"

Hermione took her top off along with her pants.

"Loving you is suicide"

Her undergarments followed her last action.

"I don't know should I go or should I sleep?"

She didn't know what she was doing, but it was happening.

"I'm trynna keep myself alive"

The masculine figure's head dropped.

"Knowing there's a chance it's all too late"

She held the curtain, ready to push it open.

"But I heard you say you love me"

She pushed it open and he stared at her face. His eyes were red, so were hers. They were both naked, one wet, the other not. His hands groped her cheeks and she put her hands on his hands. Without warning he kissed his lips. Her eyes were open with shock but it shut pushed him back towards the wall and he held on to her hips. He pushed her back now and stood facing her. Her back against the wall. He put his arms on the wall and kissed her lips furiously, fighting for entrance. She pulled back, and he started kissing her neck. She moaned, a sweet moan. He sucked on her neck, hard but gentle.

She could feel his erection so she looked him in the eye and kissed again, furiously. He picked her up, and she put her legs around him, he pulled himself inside of her. Slowly at first, but soon became fast. Her breath quickened, so did pushed harder and harder. One of her legs fell, and she arched her back. It felt so good, his seed filled in. She moaned, nothing in the world mattered at that moment.

He stopped suddenly, his breathing was so fast. He sat down on the floor of the shower. Hermione stared, what's wrong. Everything was going perfectly. They were both liking it, why did he stop?

"Draco?" She whispered.

"I am so tired" He cried in his hands.

She sat down opposite him and touched his arm.

He looked up, she smiled sweetly.

"Hermione save me! I can't. I am so tired!" He sobbed harder.

"Draco get up." She advised. She stood up and turned the shower off. He was still drunk and she knew it. She dried herself with magic and took out a towel. She wore a bathrobe and took an extra one. She dried his hair as well and he didn't look at her. He looked down. She asked him to get up again, he didn't move.

"Draco, get up"

"I am tired"

"Get up!" He sobbed and got up.

She made him wear the bathrobe. And he cried again. "Sleep?" Hermione asked kindly.

"love me"

"What?" She wondered what he meant.

"Love me Hermione." He looked up at her, his eyes red and swollen.

"Come to bed." She sighed.

She took his hand and led him to his bedroom. She tucked him, like a child and smiled and was about to leave when Draco sat up and said "love me".

She sat on the bed. "Draco what?"

"Stay with me tonight." Draco was suppose to be sober now.

"I-

"No! just stay"

She was about to speak but he held his fingers to her lips. "Don't"

He scooted and allowed her to get it. He held her small body against his own. He arms around her protectively. He loved her he knew, but did she love him? Probably not. He was after all, a monster.

She could feel his slow and low breathing. She put her head on his chest, she wondered if her younger self would approve. She laughed at the thought of her younger self ever having feelings for a certain blonde head.

At her sudden laughter he held a little tighter.

"I do not want to meet your mother again" Hermione blurted it out before she could even think about it.

He didn't say anything. For a moment she thought he had fallen asleep. She was almost happy when suddenly he started laughing.

"I don't want to either"

"She sat up. "What?"

"I do not want to meet her before the wedding" His gray eyes met her brown ones. His eyes seemed to bore into her soul. She could have sworn she had missed a beat.

"Let's not tell her 'mione…"

"Tell her what?" She lay back down and put her head on his arms, and started opening his bathrobe.

"Let's just get married and not tell her. No one has to know. Let's just do it. we have no choice anyways"

"Seems good to me" His bathrobe fell open now.

"You don't want your friends there?" He sat up now. He started untying her robe now.

"Meh it's alright." She put her hands on his shoulders.

"Then let's do it tomorrow" He whispered. His face close to hers. Their lips almost touching.

"It's a bid decision Draco" She tilted her head sideways.

Her robe was open now. He could feel her soft and tender breasts on his abs. He kissed her nose.

"Drac- mmm" She moaned as his fingers played with breasts. She grabbed his arms tightly and bit her lips.

"FUCK HERMIONE I NEED TO ENTER." He yelled loudly. His kisses going down her body.

"FUCK DRACO FUCK" She pulled him beneath her and sat up on him. She bit his nipple as his hands wandered it's way to her right breast. He moaned "Hermione…."

His dick found it's way to her opening and entered. "UHH" she moaned. she arched her back and rode on. Harder and harder she rode on.

It was past 3 and they were still continuing their consummation. Of course they weren't aware of what it sounded like from the outside. They weren't aware of the 1st year standing outside their door, of what the child was hearing.

OUTSIDE POV:

Professor Mcgonagell was standing outside the bedroom of Draco Malfoy. She also had a 1st year with her. THE CHILD WAS CRYING AND HIS ROOMATES COULDN'T SLEEP SO THEY CALLED THE PROFFESOR. She was old and tired so she thought that maybe the head prefects could help. She thought they'd be asleep and she'd wake them up. She didn't think in a million years that they would do what she was hearing.

She heard a loud "AA" and an even louder "FUCK" before she covered the child's ears.

She needed to have stern talk with these two were absolutely going the wrong path. At this rate they'd get married sooner than expected.

She knocked loudly on the door. The noises stopped but no answer.

She knocked again.

Someone opened the door, Draco Malfoy was standing the door, with nothing but boxers.

"Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger! Please come to my office tomorrow and uh with more appropriate clothing if you will"

Hermione flushed with color.

Draco shut the door as soon as the woman left."Do you want to continue?" He flashed his sexy smile at her.

She got up and pushed him against the door with the force on her lips.

The night flashed grotesquely as it rained. The world it seemed to fade away as the two teenagers allowed their hormones to get the best of them. As the two teenagers never imagined what would happen if the girl ended up pregnant.

I USED A SONG BY RIHANNA CALLED SUIICIDE. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT. LOVE YOU MWAH MWAH.