A/N: Friday! As promised!!  I am very proud of myself.  Thank you again, everyone, for the reviews...they mean so much to me.  Since I will be gone for one whole week, can you guys pleaaase spoil me with reviews?  Please?
I really hope you guys are enjoying the story, this has been a great trip for me; from going back in time with Draco and Hermione to...well....you'll see.
To all those celebrating Divali and Eid, enjoy your holidays!

"For Merlin's sakes, would the lot of you just shut the hell up?" Draco sneered at the sniggering Jarveys.

But before the Jarveys could have returned a surely biting come back, screams from the other side of the yard captured everyone's attention. Harry and Ron were the first to break out running, Draco very closely on their heels.

The three of them skidded to a halt seeing Hermione lying bloodied in the enclosure. The baby unicorn was uncontrollable, galloping and kicking, his hoofs only landing inches from Hermione.

Draco turned on the cowering girls, "One of you couldn't drag her?!" He roared, causing several of them to start crying.

From the far side, Hagrid was hard pressed keeping the parents under control. "Take sum cubes o' sugar 'n calm'r down!" He boomed, "And get Hermione to the Hospital Wing!"

Draco ran to a table near the entrance and grabbed several sugar cubes from the surface. "Take these, make eye contact, and sing!" Draco ordered, shoving the cubes of sugar into Harry's hand.

"Sing?" Harry asked incredulously, "You want me to sing?"

"What if the Unicorn goes ape shit on Harry as well, you git?" Ron raged at him, "Make yourself useful and distract the Unicorn, Harry will grab Hermione, and I'll get Madam Pomfrey." He made the move to start running when Draco grabbed him by the arm.

"You don't understand, Weasely." Draco spat through gritted teeth, "I can't go in there."

With one last glance at Hermione on the floor, Draco left in a speed across the school grounds to get the nurse, cursing himself with every step. He knew why Hermione was hurt, and so would the Headmaster. Nothing would get past him.

"The bloody COWARD!" Ron screeched after him.

"We have no time for that, come, help me!" Harry commanded, pulling on Ron's robe.

Muttering expletatives that would have made a sailor blush, Harry and Ron soothed the baby Unicorn and levitated Hermione out of the enclosure.

When they set her down, Madam Pomfrey, along with the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall appeared, their faces etched with worry.

"Is it bad Poppy?" Dumbledore asked, kneeling down beside the nurse.

"I need to get her to the hospital wing immediately Albus, have a carrier to St. Mungo's ready incase." Madam Pomfrey whispered to the Headmaster before she disappeared with the hospital Port Key.

"Is she going be alright?" Harry asked, numbed with shock. She looked so pale.

"I do not know Mr. Potter, until Madam Pomfrey examines her." Dumbledore remarked, touching Harry's shoulder.

"Where is Malfoy?" Ron asked in a dangerously low voice.

"He has opted to stay in the Hospital Wing, being Head Boy, Mr. Malfoy felt it is his responsibility." He replied.

"He said he couldn't go in, Professor." Ron muttered, "He's nothing but a coward"

Dumbledore seemed to freeze. Harry, noticing this, looked up the Headmaster, "Did he really say that, Mr. Weasely?"

"Yes, then he ran off to find help." Ron replied, folding his arms.

Dumbledore gave a significant glance to Harry. "You and Harry are excused from classes for the rest of the day. I suggest you return to the Gryffindor common room and wait for word on Hermione."

With a crack, the Headmaster was gone, presumably to the Hospital Wing. Hagrid came over, offering tea back at his cabin after dismissing the class.

"Thanks Hagrid, but I think its best to try and see how Hermione is doing." Harry mumbled, pushing the dirt around with this foot.

"Alrig' then, if yer hear anythin'..." He trailed off, when receiving a half hearted smiled and a nod from both boys.

They started the long trek up to the school, up the steps, around the massive rocks into the school. Neither boys said much; both of their minds were on two different planes. One thought of an evil, blonde, cowardly Slytherin, while the other tried to deduce the cryptic look even to him by the Headmaster.

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Hermione lay stretched out on the pristine white bed, her uniform cast aside. Bottles of potions, balms, and salves were askew, as Madam Pomfrey used every method possible to find where Hermione's internal bleeding was located.

She ran her wand over the girls' midsection for the fifth time. There was a massive buildup of blood there, but her kidneys were fine, as her liver, stomach and intestines. The frantic nurse turned to summon the carrier to St. Mungo's when a bright red stain caught her eye from the reflection of the medicine cabinet.

Swirling around, she strode quickly to the bed and ripped the sheet off the girl's naked body.

'Oh, Merlin...' Madam Pomfrey thought as she saw a copious amount of blood leaking from between Hermione's legs.

With a quick test she confirmed it; Hermione was having a miscarriage. Such a violent trauma to one's body...its was no wonder she thought Hermione was internally bleeding.

With a sad sigh, she began to administer sleeping draughts and other potions to keep Hermione from loosing too much blood.

Several hours later, Hermione was in a natural sleep, and Madam Pomfrey was in a meeting with the Headmaster.

!#$&()

"Miscarriage?" Dumbledore repeated, completely floored by the news.

"I am afraid so." Madam Pomfrey sighed sadly, "She was little over a month gone."

"I figured much the reason she couldn't touch the unicorn..." Dumbledore trailed off, now lost in a hundred thoughts.

"I am not one to pass judgments Headmaster, but don't you think it's a bit queer Ms. Granger comes back with no memory and pregnant?" She reluctantly said.

"Then I suggest you don't Poppy." Dumbledore whispered quietly, his eyes hard.

With an understanding bow, she let her self out of the Headmaster's office to her charge in the Hospital Wing.

!#$&()

If anyone walked in on the Headmaster the moment the school nurse left, they would have told you Albus Dumbledore looked every day of his long life.

He sat there for hours contemplating his next move. He, of course, would have to eventually tell Draco, as he was sure Hermione was pregnant with his child. But what about Harry and Ronald? Was it his place as their educator and friend to tell them of Hermione's plight?

He closed his eyes to think, and when he opened them not a moment later, it was morning. With a sigh, he sent a missive to Harry, Ron, and Draco that they were to be excused from all classes and would wait to see the Headmaster.

It was mid-day when Draco, his first appointment, walked into the office. The air about him was supremely confident, but anyone could have seen the fear and trepidation in his eyes.

"Please, have a seat Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore offered, his hand conjuring a comfortable chair.

"Thank you. Professor." Draco murmured after sitting.

"Lemon Drop?" Dumbledore offered the confused boy.

Draco took one just to be polite, and as the Headmaster replaced the bowl of candy on his desk, he opened his mouth to speak.

"I assume you want to know the status of our Head Girl, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked, cutting off whatever Draco was going to ask.

"That is correct sir." Draco replied, nodding.

"She will be fine, but before I tell you what her injuries are, I would like to talk to you about lesson yesterday." He said, eliciting a confused look from the Slytherin.

"Uh, sure!" Draco said a little too brightly.

"You studied the Unicorns yesterday, correct?" asked Dumbledore, shifting some papers on his desk.

"No, Headmaster." Draco responded, "The girls and the boys were separated, we studied the Jarveys."

"Ahh, that is right, my apologies, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore replied. "Well, in that case, let me educate you on the unicorn. Of all the magical beasts we have in the world, the Unicorn is one of the most pure and defenseless animals. They have agility, and no natural predators to speak; they are beautiful, trusting animals. You are well aware that some years ago, Voldermort murdered several unicorns in the Forbidden Forest."

"Yes, I served detention the night we discovered it." Draco shuddered, remembering the night.

"Do you know why that crime was s horrendous, Mr. Malfoy? Because the Unicorn is the most innocent, almost angelic animals. And, Mr. Malfoy, in turn, only the innocent can handle the unicorn." He finished quietly.

Draco closed his eyes and sighed. He knew it, he knew that was the reason the unicorn went crazy when Hermione touched it. She wasn't an innocent anymore, she wasn't a virgin.

"Is there anything you would like to tell me now, Draco?" Dumbledore asked, after several minutes of silence.

"I...it..." Draco began, looking at the Headmaster; he didn't know where to start.

"The beginning, Draco." He smiled, "It's a good place to go from."

Draco sighed, "We got there, to the inn, and Hermione offered a truce; she said it was a once in a life time thing, and we should enjoy it. We changed..." he stopped, remember how she looked, "she looked so beautiful, and I remember kissing her. We went to the Coronation, and an ancestor of mine approached us. He noticed my Malfoy signet, and thought I stole it as only the living male heir could have it."

"I remember." Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, his name was Lethe. To continue, Hermione and I went to the festivities to Celebrate after, we danced, she laughed and we had a great time. When it was close to midnight, we decided to return to the inn, change and wait for our rings to take us back." He continued, his eyes cloudy with memory. "The carriage ride back...when I said we fell to sleep...we didn't...we..." Draco gave an embarrassed glance to Dumbledore, who nodded in understanding.

"It was the next morning, we retuned to the inn, no one remembered us, and everything I said from them on was truthful. We traveled up to my family's estate, my grandfather attacked Hermione..." He trailed off, his voice sad.

The Headmaster looked at the blonde boy with pity, but he hid it well. Draco...loved Hermione. In all his years, this was one match he didn't see coming.

"Draco...what I am going to tell you is very hard for me to do." Dumbledore started, looking into Draco's red eyes.

"Headmaster?" Draco breathed, "Is it Hermione?"

"I am afraid so." He replied sadly, "When the foal kicked Hermione, she suffered a massive trauma."

Draco held his breath.

"Draco...Hermione suffered a miscarriage."

Everything went white. Then black. Then back to white. He felt his heart beat a rapid tattoo, the blood rushing into his ears, and the distant voice of the Headmaster.

"Draco..." Dumbledore consoled, "Madam Pomfrey did everything she could. If we knew of Hermione's situation, I would have forewarned her not to go near the Unicorns."

"This is my fault..." Draco whispered, tears blurring his vision

"This was no ones fault, Draco." The Headmaster replied in a hard voice.

"I should have told you the truth...that we...we..." Draco's voice broke, as his face screwed up.

"Hermione is going to be fine Draco, she will have other children, she will be healthy." He came around the desk and sat next to Draco, "This was just an unfortunate accident, Draco."

He looked up, his eyes red from unshed tears, "Do you really think she will want to have another baby with me, Professor?" he hissed.

"She allowed herself to be taken by you once Draco, and you insist it was consensual." Dumbledore interjected.

"It was, Professor." He said through a ragged breath.

"Can I offer my pensive, Mr. Malfoy?" He asked softly.

Draco looked up at the old Headmaster. His memories! That was something you couldn't fake or alter; if push came to shove he would prove it to Hermione that they did have deep feelings for each other.

"I would appreciate that, Professor." Draco said, getting up from the chair.

"Get yourself together and I will send a house elf with it." Draco nodded and left the Headmaster's office.

He returned to his chair and sat down, he glanced up at the clock and noticed over two hours had passed. With a resigned sigh, he sent for Harry and Ron.

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Draco stood in front of the Hospital Wing, palms sweating; he brought his hands up and knocked on the door.

A very aggravated Madam Pomfrey welcomed him, "Mister Potter! Mister Weasely! If I have to tell you one more time-" She stopped in mid-sentence when she noticed it was Draco.

"Mr. Malfoy, are you ill?" She recovered, not missing a beat.

"I know about Hermione's condition Madam Pomfrey, and I was wondering if I could be able to see her." Draco hesitated.

"If the Headmaster approves, then yes," She allowed him in, poking her head outside to see if Harry and Ron were still floating around, "but please, make it quick."

She brought him to a remote room at the back of the Hospital Wing. Opening the door, he stepped in giving Madam Pomfrey a small, thankful smile.

He carefully walked over to the bed. She looked much better that when they brought her in the day before. She was less pale, and the gash on her head had healed quite nicely. He stood there, hands in pocket, looking at her from head to toe, but his eyes stopped at her stomach. His child, his and Hermione's child was growing there, and because of his stupidity, it was dead. Maybe it was a sign; maybe he was destined to be the last Malfoy. Hermione wouldn't want to touch him after finding out about the miscarriage.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice that Hermione had woken. She was surprised to see someone in the room, standing at such close proximity, but not touching her. At first she thought it was Harry, maybe Ron, but once her eyes adjusted to the sunlight that was flooding through the windows, she was surprised to see Draco Malfoy.

She wasn't angry or scared that he was in the room alone with her. It gave her a sense of overwhelming comfort to know that he was there. If he were to leave now, she knew she would cry, why, she didn't know.

She noticed his eyes starting to crawl back up her body, and she closed them quickly. She didn't know why, but she didn't feel like facing him now.

He pulled a chair next to her bed, and she felt his warm breath on her face.

"I don't know if you can hear me Hermione," He started, his voice strained with emotion, "But I am sorry. I should have told you we made love, I should have told you that you almost died for me, but would you believe it?"

He sighed and kissed her hand, "No. Because I am Draco Malfoy. Will you ever know of our child you lost?"

He stopped to gather his thoughts, and his tears, "That would be up to Harry and Ron, as I am sure they would want to keep the fact that you felt enough emotions for me to take your virginity a secret."

He kissed her again, "I love you Hermione."

He let go of her hand and placed it on her stomach, "And I will wait for you."

!#$&()

"HE WHAT??" Ron screeched.

"SHE LOST WHAT??" Harry bellowed over Ron.

"If you would please sit, I can tell my story further." The Headmaster said, trying to calm the irate boys.

"How could you let this happen?" Harry asked, his voice dangerously low.

"Is that why she came back with no memory? Because he raped her?" Ron growled, his face as red as his Gryffindor sweater.

"From what Mister Malfoy tells me, Harry, it was completely consensual between the two." He replied, his voice patient.

"Wait till I get my hands on him..." Ron said, a maniacal grin creeping on his face.

"You will do no such thing, Mister Weasely!" Dumbledore roared, snapping Ron out of his vengeful daydream.

Hearing the Headmaster's rarely raised voice, both boys calmed quickly. "I will leave you with this, beware, you may get angry at some of the images, but I will let you see for your selves." Dumbledore said, getting up he rested a silver bowl on his desk, and left the office.

"What in bloody hell is that?" Ron asked, looking at the smoke spilling from it.

"His Pensive..." Harry started slowly, "He wants us to see Malfoy's memories."

"Why?" Ron asked, his lip curling.

"Because memories can't be altered..." he replied.

"So...Dumbledore expects us to believe what ever is in there?" Ron asked incredulously.

"I trust him." Harry said, giving his friend a searching look.

"Its Malfoy, Harry." Ron said, his hard voice breaking, "He doesn't deserve her."

"Yeah...but she was going to have his baby Ron...what would have happened if she never touched the Unicorn?" Harry asked, poking the water inside the bowl with his wand.

"Lets just get his over with." Ron sighed, approaching the bowl.

!#$&()!

Hermione lay there in total and utter shock. She was unable to speak, even after Draco left. She...was pregnant? That would mean....

'That would mean Draco and I...did...it!' One part of her mind moaned.

'Like you didn't feel there was something different, ninny.' The other side retorted.

'Its not true, maybe I misunderstood!'' The other part replied.

'So, tell me. Why couldn't you touch the unicorn?''

Hermione groaned into the pillow, which caused Madam Pomfrey to rush in.

"You are awake! Thank goodness!" She beamed, "I'll go tell the Headmaster at once!"

"I had a miscarriage?" Hermione asked softly, emotion constricting her throat.

"Ms. Granger..." Madam Pomfrey sighed, all smiles disappearing from her face, "I think the Headmaster should be the once to talk to you."

Hermione nodded, watching the flustered nurse half run out the door. She was confused. Why wasn't she angry with Malfoy for not telling her the extent of their relations on the trip? Why didn't she feel used and dirty for giving something so precious to someone like Malfoy? Why did it feel right?

She closed her eyes and cried, for the first time in Hermione Granger's life, she knew what it was to love.