Chapter 11-Suspicions Becoming Truth
Hermione finally went back to school and to two frantic friends.
"Are you okay?"
"Did he hurt you"
"Was he a bastard to you"
"Are you sure you're okay?" All Hermione could do was laugh at the two of them.
"What Professor Dumbledore tell you, exactly?" Hermione asked suspiciously, sitting down to eat supper, careful not to look at the Slytherin table and glancing up at Severus every once in a while (he kept peering at the Slytherin table, making sure Malfoy didn't dare do anything to harm Hermione). Severus had told her what he said to Malfoy and Hermione agreed to play along with what he said, for both of their sakes. Ron filled his plate to the brim and stuffed his mouth full of brussel sprouts.
"'E 'ai' 'hat 'ou 'o' 'ick 'nd... "
"What he means to say, without his mouth full, is that he said that you got a highly contagious disease, quite curable he assured us, and that Snape was taking care of you because he is the only known wizard to be immune to this specific virus," Harry said after he clamped his hand over his friend's mouth before he accidentally shot anything out of his mouth. Hermione smiled.
"Yeah, that's how I heard it," Hermione said, spooning mashed potatoes into her mouth.
After supper, Harry, Ron, and Hermione headed up the grand staircase that led to the Gryffindor Tower. Hermione followed them all the way until the reached the Fat Lady. Harry looked at Hermione strangely.
"Er, Hermione, aren't you suppose to be headed the other direction?" Harry asked. Hermione looked back, not wanting to go to the common room with Malfoy there and laughed uneasily.
"Oh, yeah. Forgot that little detail," Hermione said more to herself than to the boys. Harry looked at her strangely once more and cocked an eyebrow.
"Hermione, is there something you aren't telling us?" Harry asked, looking at Ron and then back at her. Hermione smiled uneasily.
"No, Harry, why would there be?" Hermione said. Hermione felt bad for lying to her friends; she was dying to scream and cry and kick every wall in the entire castle and tell the whole world what Draco Malfoy had done to her, but she couldn't. Hermione turned around to head down to her quarters, trying hard not to cry. The memories of Malfoy's ruthless attacks on her had come back to her, full-fledged. She could feel his nasty hands on her bare skin, the powerful thrust of his hips into hers, the roughness of his kisses and the way he completely felt at ease and enjoying every minute of it while she was beating on his arms, scratching him, trying to make him give up and let go of her. She stopped halfway down the twisted staircase that led up to the Fat Lady and placed a hand on her belly. It had been only a little over a week, but something told her the next couple of weeks weren't going to be kind to her; she was suppose to start her period in two weeks, hopefully it came.
The next couple of weeks blew by like a gentle breeze; some days seemed short and some days seemed longer. It was the anticipation of the next day that really made November 12th go by slowly. November 13th was the due date of her period and if it didn't come by five o'clock the next night, she knew her worst fear had come true. Hermione hadn't been able to sleep that night (thank goodness it was a Friday night) and Malfoy wasn't to be seen. She hardly ever saw him. If she did, it was in Potions or once or twice passing to the bathroom. She never made eye contact with him, though she could feel his eyes scanning her entire body; possibly looking for some kind of sign that she was pregnant? Or was it because he wanted her again? After all, according to Severus, Malfoy had called her "a pretty good shag".
Midnight had come and Hermione was counting down the hours until she was to start her period. The sun rose five hours later, Hermione only getting about two hours of sleep on the couch. Two hours after the sun had rose, she went down the Great Hall to try and eat something. A piece of toast, maybe. She caught Severus's eye and shook her head. He looked immediately worried. After another couple of hours, she acted like she was about to go to the library, but turned down a different corridor leading to the dungeons. Maybe she and Severus could think of a plan. There had to be some kind of magic somewhere in the world to make a girl have her period, right? She made it to the dungeons and immediately stopped. She heard Malfoy's voice from within.
"Are you sure she doesn't know, Professor? She's been avoiding me ever since she started school again," Malfoy said with a hint of anger in his voice.
"I'm sure, Draco. How many times must I tell you that I have taken care of it? Granger hasn't a clue that she was raped and that she is most likely with child," Severus said with slight annoyance in his voice. Hermione tried hard not to bust down the door and beat Malfoy to a pulp. She heard Malfoy laugh.
"What fun this has got to be. She's going to wake up one day with a huge stomach and she's not even going to know why. I'm going to love seeing her face when out pops Draco Junior," Draco said, laughing hysterically. Hermione frowned, tears welling up in her eyes. How could he be so heartless? Deciding to wipe her eyes, she decided to just walk in like she heard nothing. She twisted the doorknob and that was when the door flew open and she stood face-to-face with Malfoy. Malfoy's lips twisted up in to an evil grin.
"Why, hello, Granger," Malfoy said, walking past her, gently bumping his shoulder against her, smiling mischievously down at her. "Oh, and, tell me, please, if you miss your period. I know someone who'd be greatly appreciated," Malfoy said. She looked at him with a hopefully confused look on her face. Obviously it was because he just turned his back on her and ran up the stairs to the entrance hall. Hermione walked in to the room and slammed the door, sliding down it, bursting into tears. She immediately felt strong arms gather her up and hold her. Sobbing, she looked up into Severus's face.
"Sev-Severus, I-I don-don't wa-want to be-be pregnant!" Hermione managed through choked sobs. Severus placed his cheek on the top of her head.
"I know, love, I know," He soothed, rocking back and forth on his knees.
By the time five o'clock rolled around, nothing happened. By midnight, she was still missing her period. And by the next day, she began to feel sick. She knew she was pregnant now. All she needed to do was get it confirmed. Going to Pomfry was too much of a risk, but Severus mentioned to her once that he was a certified medi-wizard. Going to him would be heartbreak, but he was better than being humiliated out of school. She ended up on his black leather couch, his wand vibrating violently near her abdomen and calming near her knees. Hermione noticed a tear slide down his cheek and she covered her face with her hands. She was pregnant! And with Malfoy's baby!
A/N: Thank you for reading! Did you guys enjoy this chapter? I hope you did because next chapter will involve a few thoughts on … well, you'll find out … Please review!
