a/n: So merry Christmas everyone. So, I'm reading all of the Harry Potter books and I've found out that there's different things, like the color of Dudly's hair. It's blond.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

He had no idea how it happened, and normally, he wouldn't want to know, but it seemed Granger had really gotten herself into deep shit.

"Granger," he'd said, carefully bending down and resting his hand on her back, "what did you do to yourself this time?" She'd put up her one free finger as if she was hesitating on finding out what to say, but her other hand had been covered in dark crimson, as well as most of her clothes.

"Merlin Granger, I'm taking you to the hospital wing," he'd suggested. He really needed to not stress himself out, but he couldn't help it. Granger was coughing up blood, Harry had been staring at him earlier, and his father was out to kill his own grandchild.

What the hell? That didn't even sound right, but it was Lucius Malfoy, nothing sounded right.

With caution, he'd lifted up a weak Hermione Granger and began to make his way to the hospital wing. Surprisingly, Granger was very light and it made things a lot easier.

Madam Pomfrey gasped at the site of Draco holding a now unconscious Hermione. The things these children get themselves into, she'd thought to herself as she'd scurried towards the pair and removed Hermione from Draco. He knew he shouldn't have been, but he'd become very concerned about her especially after hearing the constant mutters of Madam Pomfrey. He'd tried his best to see what was happening when she'd been placed on a bed and Madam Pomfrey standing right above her, wand in hand and muttering what seemed to be nothing but gibberish.

For a while, he' d stood there, listened and watched the dismay that was clearly evident in the school healer.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, sit down, sit down, the walk must've been exhausting for you. I've heard of your condition, it's not right for you to stress yourself out like this. I can send you_" but worry had taken over Draco completely, and he'd interrupted the Madam before she could finish. "No Madam, It was nothing, she hardly weighed a pound, "he'd begun to walk over to the bed, "it's just…I wanted to know what's wrong with her…and if she'll be okay."

He'd paled as he'd viewed Hermione's ghastly features. She looked like a ghost, pale face, sunken eyes drowned in dark purple and she'd also lost a lot of weight. She'd looked horrible, what had happened to Granger?

Come to think of it, he hadn't seen the girl in a while, and rumor's about her split from the Weasley had gone school wide and it simply seemed that she'd disappeared within the school, people just stopped talking about her and she'd faded away. Now here Draco was, starring in horror as he watched the "school know it all" slowly fade way right in front of him.

Madam Pomfrey had caught the distressed look in his face, and with a sigh, began to speak. "I'm sure you heard about her…split with Ronald Weasley? Well, she did it for a reason," Draco had nodded and watched as the sheets were brought up so that they'd cover Hermione's thin body. Even her uniform now looked huge on her. "You see…well…Ms. Granger has never been in the best of health, never, but for a while, she was good at hiding it up until now. The war took a toll on her, and in order to protect Ron and Harry form an "eternal depression" as she calls it, she abandoned them and became invisible. This sickness, the same one she has, it recently took one of her cousins away, but we're doing everything we can."

"It isn't enough though?" he's actually stated more than asked, "she isn't going to be living for much longer?" With teary eyes, Madam Pomfrey shook her head, "We were thinking about sending her to a muggle hospital as they might know what to do, but it turns out that they're just as clueless as us. So Ms. Granger has decided to stay and finish up her last year here at Hogwarts."

Draco nodded and put his hand on Hermione's cold forehead.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, I suggest you get going to the Great Hall, I've been alerted that you're underweight," she had changed the subject, "your baby needs it." With a gasp, Draco rubbed his stomach, "I almost forgot, Madam, thank, but please alert me when she wakes." Draco didn't stay to see the look on Madam Pomfrey's face when he'd left, he'd only listened for the answer he'd wanted to hear, which he'd gotten.

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Shortly before he'd rejoined everybody for breakfast, he'd made sure to get a clean shirt from the common room. He'd tried his best not to run, he'd been told that that may stress him out. He'd rolled his eyes although he was one of the few running through the hallway, he'd hated these restrictions he was being given. Nine months of this, that also meant nine months of hiding in shame from his father, nine months of hiding his secret from the school, and more importantly nine months of hiding this from Harry Potter, the father.

Did that means that his sons or daughter's last name would be Potter? The thought sickened him, Harry was easily peer pressured and he wouldn't want his child being like it's father. He'd have to come up with an excuse about the father, yeah, that would work. Or maybe he could tell the truth, "Your father left me, " he could say. But, what he want his child to know that he was born…born of a man?

So many questions had flooded his head, he'd even considered the fact of whether he should keep his child or if it was even meant to be. But then he'd thought about being pregnant during the war, unknowingly pregnant. He'd had so many close calls with losing the baby, yet it was still alive growing inside of him, so losing it wasn't an option.

Just steer clear of the school, Father…and Harry.

And steering clear would've been easy had not all eyes turned towards him as he'd entered the Great Hall. He'd thought of sending out one of his smart ass remarks towards the school, but he just didn't have the stomach to do so. So instead, he'd slowly taken his seat with his fellow Slytherins (and one Gryfindor) and had began to eat. Slowly, everyone's eyes averted from him, everyone but Harry's, and he had a feeling that the events of being chased by Harry was soon to follow again.

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Classes for Draco had gone by quickly that day, and the quicker they went, the quicker Harry was on his trail. This was getting very annoying, and he just had to put a stop to it. But that mean that Harry would want to know why Draco was in the hospital. He could lie to him, but even still, he'd felt the sting of pain whenever he'd lied to Harry, more so when he'd to him in his face, and to make things worse. The baby's connection with it's Father. This connection meant that he'd be attracted to Harry as well, he'd want Harry, and this was something that he was looking to counter.

So, as he'd thought about these things, he'd hung his head low in order to hide the looks on his face. the confused and dreadful look. And for a while, he was perfect at being invisible, but everything changed when he'd felt the strong hand of Harry grip his shoulder and pull him back with a strong jerk.

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Though it happened a lot, Narcissa hated it when she'd walk into the room where Lucius was supposed to be sleeping, and he wasn't there. This was one of those times, and instead of sleeping "soundly" in his bed, she'd found him again, balancing on his cane, staring out of his window and unto the land. "Sorry if I startled you Cissy, but I just wanted to tell you that I'll be taking a trip to Hogwarts," he'd whispered and turned towards her, "it's about Draco and the Dark Mark."

Narcissa closed her eyes tightly and forced out a nod as her husband brushed passed her. As soon as she'd thought he'd been far enough not to hear her, she'd allowed herself to cry just a bit. Anymore and she was sure that she would've been heard, but she couldn't take being away from her, it hurt to even think about it. But not it was becoming so true, she'd have to face the fact that she'd never see her husband alive again.

OOOOO

"Drink dear, drink," Madam Pomfrey had said as she'd forced cold water down Hermione's throat. Hermione tried her best to intake all of the fluid, but it was all coming to fast, so fast that the water had begun to spill from the sides of her mouth. In an attempt to help, she'd cradled her shaky fingers around the bottle of water and attempted to steady it. She'd winced as the cold glass touched her fingers, and it felt as if they'd ignited it like fire.

"No need dear, I've got it," the Madam reassured the distressed Hermione. And finally, when the cup was half empty, it had been set down on a table next to her, and Hermione had been given a handkerchief to wipe away the water that had poured from her mouth. With a deep breath, she'd asked the nurse who'd taken her in.

"Mr. Malfoy," she'd replied, writing something down on a piece of parchment. Hermione had slowly positioned herself so she could at least attempt to see what was being written, but unfortunately, she was too late and Madam Pomfrey had pushed her down for some rest.

"Just wanted to tell him thank you," she'd whispered as the Madam had left the room. With a sigh, she'd pulled the covers over her head and attempted to go to sleep, only to shoot up when she'd heard the tapping of what sounded like a cane.

"Granger," "Mr. Malfoy, "they'd both said at the same time staring each other dead in the eyes. Now was her change to ask about Draco, she could say thank you to him, "Where's Draco?" And again, both at the same time.

Then there's the awkward silence.

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So, I hope you all liked this chapter! It took me about three days to write and do pardon me for any mistakes of any kind. Hope you all like it, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, have a nice week. God bless!