Chapter Thirteen

After the Truth

Confused? Draco himself will be called Draco, and the Draco in the memory will be called Malfoy. Everyone else has their own names.

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"Malfoy?!" Hermione herself was just as shocked. "What the hell do you think you're doing? I'm going to tell Dumbledore about this! Hell, I'm going to tell Snape about this!"

The Draco in the memory didn't even pay attention; he just moved forward with an evil look in his eyes.

Draco himself just stood there wondering, what the hell is wrong with me? And why don't I remember this?

Malfoy crept forward, closer and closer. It seemed to be like time was slower than normal, taking it's sweet time for it to get him to Hermione, who was backing up, and kept doing so until she suddenly ran into Professor Snape's desk.

They were in a potions classroom, Draco realized suddenly. But he still couldn't figure out why he couldn't remember this.

"Malfoy what is going on here?!" Hermione seemed to be getting desperate, and scared to top it off.

Malfoy stopped once there was barely an inch in between them, and just stood there, looking at her. Hermione was starting to shake where she stood, and Draco couldn't blame her. He didn't look like himself in this memory. Something was definitely wrong.

Then suddenly, Malfoy's lips came crashing down on hers. Hermione tried with everything to fight back, though even Draco could sense that she knew she couldn't do anything. Quidditch had made him strong, he could easily control her with little effort.

Malfoy's hands wandered down low, until they were on her thighs, and he lifted her so she was sitting on the desk. From this position Hermione found it was easier to kick him, but Draco blocked this by holding her legs with his elbows and her arms with his hands.

Draco couldn't watch this. What was wrong with him? He would never force himself on a woman, it was against his morals. But even still, he couldn't take his eyes off of the scene in front of him.

Malfoy ripped open Hermione's shirt, making buttons fly everywhere and the sleeves tear as he forcefully took it off of her. Ripping the front of her bra, he started kissing the tender flesh of her breasts, just as Draco had done the previous night, though this man was doing it forcefully.

Malfoy's hands slid down below Hermione's skirt and she wriggled again, though he kept her in place. Her panties flew as the man ripped them off, and he lifted up her skirt.

Malfoy had finally forced her into a laying down position on the desk. Hermione was squirming, and Draco was as well, knowing there was nothing he could do. Horror writ itself on his face as he saw himself rape Hermione Granger.

When the deed was finally done and Malfoy had climaxed, he hung his head next to Hermione's chest, breathing heavily.

Just then Draco heard the door slam open, and he and Hermione both looked up to see Professor Snape there, and got the shock of his life when he was Snape's face had a look that clearly stated he was upset.

The older man raised his wand towards the Draco in the memory and yelled out, "Obliviate! Stupefy!" Malfoy fell on top of Hermione, unconscious.

So that's why he didn't remember this. Snape had erased his memory of it.

The professor walked over to the pair lying on his desk. He lifted up Hermione's shirt that lay on the ground and lifted his arm to give it to her, avoiding looking at Hermione. Averting his eyes to the other direction, he levitated Malfoy off of her and over to a chair in the corner.

Hermione shakily sat up and made herself decent. She pulled her skirt down as low as it could go; her underwear was now lying on the floor. She also pulled her shirt together and locked her arms over it to keep it in place. She stepped off of the desk and stumbled her way away from it, still in pain from losing her virginity.

"I'm decent" she whispered, allowing Snape to finally look in her direction.

"I am truly sorry for this" he said, even looking it. Draco didn't blame him; the man was his godfather and therefore felt responsible for him, always had.

"Why did he do this?" Hermione asked with tears starting to fall from her eyes. Draco could feel his heart ripping out at the sight of it, knowing it was him who had caused this pain.

"It was Voldemort. He wanted to get to Potter emotionally and figured this was the best way to do it. Lucius Malfoy has been under the Imperious Curse every moment of each of Voldemort's reigns. He was to get his son to come to the Forbidden Forest, where Voldemort then put young Mister Malfoy here under the curse as well. He was supposed to kill you after he finished. I only found out about this just now, and came to find you, only I was too late. Please believe me when I say that Mister Malfoy would never have done anything like this on his own free will."

Hermione nodded her head, still in shock.

Draco could feel the scene changing, and suddenly he was in the hospital wing, with Hermione lying on one of the beds.

Madame Pomfrey was standing in the corner talking to Dumbledore, whispering something to him. They both looked in her direction and started walking over. Dumbledore had a sad look on his face when he started talking.

"Miss Granger, it seems there have been repercussions from Mister Malfoy's escapades, I guess you could say. I am sorry to tell you, that you are pregnant."

Draco stood there in shock.

Josh. Of course. Josh, was his son.

He felt a hand on his elbow, and looked to find Hermione sadly looking at herself, as she started to pull him out of the pensieve.

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When we were back in the dorm, I turned to him, crying. "Voldemort never got to enjoy his success in finally getting me because Harry led an attack on him the next day while I was in the Hospital Wing saying I was sick. All of the teachers knew, Snape told them. I found out a month later that I was pregnant."

Draco just stood there in shock, not even looking at me.

"Say something, please."

Draco finally looked at me with his mouth open, but it didn't seem as if he was really seeing me. That was when he turned, and stumbled his way through the portrait hole.

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I felt bad for all I had put on his shoulders, but I knew he just needed time to think this over. Problem was, I didn't know how much time he would take.

I went to pick up Josh from Ron's. For some weird reason, he and the others were already awake and hanging out. Ginny was holding Harry's baby, Arabella was sleeping in her playpin, and Harry was holding Josh.

"Hey Hermione" they greeted me as I came in.

"Hey guys."

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Ron asked when he saw my face.

"I-well." How much should I tell them about last night? "Well, Draco and I sort of kissed, and, yeah, um, I told him about Josh."

They immediately stood up.

"What did he say?" Harry asked.

"He was just so shocked about it he left, I think he went off to think about it."

Then, like the best friends they were, they all came up and gave me a hug.

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It wasn't until the next morning when Draco finally showed up again. I was worriedly cooking breakfast for two, not knowing if he would be there. Josh was sitting in his high chair nibbling on his finger foods, without a care in the world.

Just then, the portrait opened, and in walked Draco Malfoy.

I just kind of stood there, staring at him, and, as he spotted me, he came over and stood in front of me.

"I really, really didn't want to believe this. I kept hoping that it was all just a bad dream. But then I realized I didn't remember anything about that night. It was completely wasted from my memory. So I just kind of put all of the pieces together and realized you had to be right."

Honestly, I couldn't believe all of this was happening. He finally knew.

"It all makes sense now. How you would always talk about Josh's father, but never referring to him as yours."

I nodded to him.

"But Hermione, why didn't you tell me earlier about josh? It's been almost a year now, that's plenty of time."

"I wanted the right time. Throughout the pregnancy I was still shocked about the whole situation. When the project started I kept thinking I had found the right moment, but just when I was about to act something would happen to make me stop. I suppose I was sort of scared to tell you. And then Christina came along," I looked down shyly. "And I sort of got jealous."

And then he hugged me. Then, the most amazing thing happened.

He turned to me and said, "I'm going to do this for Josh, and for us." He suddenly got down on one knee before me. "So, Hermione Granger, will you marry me?"

"Draco, that's wonderful and all, but I don't want you to marry me because you think you're obliged to because of Josh." It hurt me to say it, but it was true.

He only smiled very brightly at me. "I'm asking you this, Hermione, because I love you. Honestly."

As I started crying, I smiled back at him and said, "then yes, Draco Malfoy, I'll marry you."

He jumped up and hugged me. "Tomorrow we'll go into Hogsmeade and I'll let you pick out the ring you want."

And then we kissed.

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My friends were all about congratulations. It's wonderful how they had accepted Draco and had welcomed him. Not with open arms, mind you, they still harbored some rough feelings towards him, but hopefully that would pass with time.

The rest of the school was a different story though. We had somehow managed to at least keep what had gone on between ourselves. That is, until Draco's parents had accepted what had happened and published our engagement news, and the fact that we had a child together, in the Daily Prophet. Then there was just all around shock.

They would come around, but Draco and I didn't care about them. Everything was going to be alright now.

A/n: EPILOGUE NEXT!