: Flashback two months:
Hermione's footsteps could be heard through out the corridors. It was
midnight and her attacker was getting closer and closer. She felt his hand
grab the back of her robe yank her back before turning her around. As she
looked into the murderous gray eyes before her, her fright escalated.
"Draco don't, please. You don't want me. I'm a mudblood remember. A filthy little mudblood. You don't want me." Hermione whimpered. She felt Draco's Hand that wasn't holding her robe, rise to her cheek. As his hand began to slowly move slowly down further, further down, she began to shudder. She whimpered a bit, and slowly began to cry. "Hermione, I told you not to fight me. I told you it would only cause you harm. And, you stupid bitch, what did you do? You ran, after I told you it would cause you pain to fight. I don't think you care about yourself, or you would have given in. I am faster than you. You caused yourself this, you stupid, stupid bitch." Draco said in soft harsh tones. Hermione whimpered again. She knew what was coming. She felt Draco's hands reach her collar, and she felt him grab the clasp on her robes and pull it free, then she felt him grasp her nightgown, and tear it. She realized that it was a very stupid idea to have come for food with no one. Draco pushed her sharply against the wall, and looked her up and down. She tried to wriggle free, but she was pushed against the wall too tightly. Hermione fought another shiver as she felt Draco reach for his belt. She whimpered, slowly recognizing defeat. She felt his grasp loosen as he began to slowly move his hands up and down her body. She shivered at his touch, and at the bolts of lightening racing through her. He slowly pulled her pants down below her knees, and she shuddered again. Draco, then with a malevolent smirk, plunged into her. As a spike of pain went through her she gasped. Draco pumped into her until he climaxed and spilled his seed into her. Hermione gasped and felt Draco leave her body. She fell to the ground in a heap. She shook with cold, fear, and hatred. "That'll teach you to run, and fight. Stupid filthy little mudblood." She heard Draco said. Draco spit on her and walked off. Hermione curl into a ball and started to cry. She slowly pulled up her pants and pulled her cloak on over her tattered shirt. She slowly stood up and started walking back to the common room. As she reached the pink lady she whispered the password, then went and took a shower, to get the feel of Malfoy off of her. Then she went back to her room and slowly cried herself to sleep. : End Flashback:
She woke up from a terrible nightmare of the events that had occurred between her and Malfoy two months ago. As she felt the vomit rise in her throat she raced to the bathroom. It had been two months, two skipped periods. If she was correct on her calculations she must be pregnant or have some severe issue with herself. She walked silently down to the common room and found Harry and Ron quickly. She walked over, and smiled softly.
"'Mione, are you ok? You look a little pale. Do you need to go to the hospital wing? Do you need to talk to McGonagall?" Ron said. He looked really worried. Hermione smiled again and slowly sat down on the couch.
"Yeah, I do need to see the nurse. I will do so after breakfast, OK? I'm fine, or at least I will be." Hermione said.
"We will come with you. Harry needs to get his arm fixed from quidditch practice anyways." Ron said, smiling.
"No, Ron. You take Harry later. I need to talk to Madame Pomfrey alone, OK." Hermione said quickly. She received quizzical looks from both Harry and Ron. Ron nodded.
"Ok, we won't go, but we are worried about you. You haven't been acting like yourself for the past two months. We don't understand what's wrong. We trust you to tell us when you have it figured out." Harry said quietly.
"Thank You, I know you worry, but I can't tell you what's wrong yet, OK. I don't know if I need to. I will tell you when I feel the time is right." Hermione said, or before I begin to show she thought. She went down to breakfast and sat with the guys, yet didn't eat anything but some toast. She felt Harry and Ron's quizzical glances, but she couldn't look them in the eyes. As soon as she was done eating her toast, she hurried out of the great hall, and too the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey was bustling around her office. Hermione sat down in a chair until she came out, and noticed her. She walked over with a puzzled look on her face.
"Hermione, dear, what do you need. I don't see you in here very often. Do you need a pepper-up potion?" Madame Pomfrey said, turning and walking to her cabinet.
"Madame Pomfrey, I don't need a pepper-up potion. I need a pregnancy test. I think that, because of an event two months ago, that I am pregnant." Hermione said, in barely a whisper. Madame Pomfrey stopped in her tracks and swiveled around to look into Hermione's eyes. As Madame Pomfrey's eyes filled with disappointment, Hermione's filled with tears. Madame Pomfrey walked over to Hermione and said a spell. A bright pink bubble formed around Hermione and Madame Pomfrey gasped.
"Hermione, I will have to call the headmaster about this. What were you thinking? You're seventeen. You are not ready for a baby. I can't believe that the top student is pregnant. I am hoping that you know who the father is." Madame Pomfrey muttered. Hermione burst into tears and fainted.
Hermione felt water on her face, and opened her eyes. Above her was Madame Pomfrey, looking very worried. Hermione, remembering what she had learned, got up and ran. She ran right into Draco Malfoy.
"Dammit Mudblood. I thought that I taught you not to run, from anything, because it will only cause you harm." Draco said in a harsh voice. Hermione hated the memory those simple words brought her. She looked up into Draco's smirking face and slapped the smirk right off of it. Draco cradled his cheek and looked at Hermione with surprise written all over his face. His looks of surprise quickly changed to a glare, as he lifted his head a bit more to look into her eyes, with his cold slate gray eyes.
"What the hell did I do to deserve that you damned mudblood. Not a damned thing, I think. I haven't said anything too you, much less touched you, at all for the past two months. Why the fucking hell did you slap me." Draco said in a low hiss.
"Draco don't, please. You don't want me. I'm a mudblood remember. A filthy little mudblood. You don't want me." Hermione whimpered. She felt Draco's Hand that wasn't holding her robe, rise to her cheek. As his hand began to slowly move slowly down further, further down, she began to shudder. She whimpered a bit, and slowly began to cry. "Hermione, I told you not to fight me. I told you it would only cause you harm. And, you stupid bitch, what did you do? You ran, after I told you it would cause you pain to fight. I don't think you care about yourself, or you would have given in. I am faster than you. You caused yourself this, you stupid, stupid bitch." Draco said in soft harsh tones. Hermione whimpered again. She knew what was coming. She felt Draco's hands reach her collar, and she felt him grab the clasp on her robes and pull it free, then she felt him grasp her nightgown, and tear it. She realized that it was a very stupid idea to have come for food with no one. Draco pushed her sharply against the wall, and looked her up and down. She tried to wriggle free, but she was pushed against the wall too tightly. Hermione fought another shiver as she felt Draco reach for his belt. She whimpered, slowly recognizing defeat. She felt his grasp loosen as he began to slowly move his hands up and down her body. She shivered at his touch, and at the bolts of lightening racing through her. He slowly pulled her pants down below her knees, and she shuddered again. Draco, then with a malevolent smirk, plunged into her. As a spike of pain went through her she gasped. Draco pumped into her until he climaxed and spilled his seed into her. Hermione gasped and felt Draco leave her body. She fell to the ground in a heap. She shook with cold, fear, and hatred. "That'll teach you to run, and fight. Stupid filthy little mudblood." She heard Draco said. Draco spit on her and walked off. Hermione curl into a ball and started to cry. She slowly pulled up her pants and pulled her cloak on over her tattered shirt. She slowly stood up and started walking back to the common room. As she reached the pink lady she whispered the password, then went and took a shower, to get the feel of Malfoy off of her. Then she went back to her room and slowly cried herself to sleep. : End Flashback:
She woke up from a terrible nightmare of the events that had occurred between her and Malfoy two months ago. As she felt the vomit rise in her throat she raced to the bathroom. It had been two months, two skipped periods. If she was correct on her calculations she must be pregnant or have some severe issue with herself. She walked silently down to the common room and found Harry and Ron quickly. She walked over, and smiled softly.
"'Mione, are you ok? You look a little pale. Do you need to go to the hospital wing? Do you need to talk to McGonagall?" Ron said. He looked really worried. Hermione smiled again and slowly sat down on the couch.
"Yeah, I do need to see the nurse. I will do so after breakfast, OK? I'm fine, or at least I will be." Hermione said.
"We will come with you. Harry needs to get his arm fixed from quidditch practice anyways." Ron said, smiling.
"No, Ron. You take Harry later. I need to talk to Madame Pomfrey alone, OK." Hermione said quickly. She received quizzical looks from both Harry and Ron. Ron nodded.
"Ok, we won't go, but we are worried about you. You haven't been acting like yourself for the past two months. We don't understand what's wrong. We trust you to tell us when you have it figured out." Harry said quietly.
"Thank You, I know you worry, but I can't tell you what's wrong yet, OK. I don't know if I need to. I will tell you when I feel the time is right." Hermione said, or before I begin to show she thought. She went down to breakfast and sat with the guys, yet didn't eat anything but some toast. She felt Harry and Ron's quizzical glances, but she couldn't look them in the eyes. As soon as she was done eating her toast, she hurried out of the great hall, and too the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey was bustling around her office. Hermione sat down in a chair until she came out, and noticed her. She walked over with a puzzled look on her face.
"Hermione, dear, what do you need. I don't see you in here very often. Do you need a pepper-up potion?" Madame Pomfrey said, turning and walking to her cabinet.
"Madame Pomfrey, I don't need a pepper-up potion. I need a pregnancy test. I think that, because of an event two months ago, that I am pregnant." Hermione said, in barely a whisper. Madame Pomfrey stopped in her tracks and swiveled around to look into Hermione's eyes. As Madame Pomfrey's eyes filled with disappointment, Hermione's filled with tears. Madame Pomfrey walked over to Hermione and said a spell. A bright pink bubble formed around Hermione and Madame Pomfrey gasped.
"Hermione, I will have to call the headmaster about this. What were you thinking? You're seventeen. You are not ready for a baby. I can't believe that the top student is pregnant. I am hoping that you know who the father is." Madame Pomfrey muttered. Hermione burst into tears and fainted.
Hermione felt water on her face, and opened her eyes. Above her was Madame Pomfrey, looking very worried. Hermione, remembering what she had learned, got up and ran. She ran right into Draco Malfoy.
"Dammit Mudblood. I thought that I taught you not to run, from anything, because it will only cause you harm." Draco said in a harsh voice. Hermione hated the memory those simple words brought her. She looked up into Draco's smirking face and slapped the smirk right off of it. Draco cradled his cheek and looked at Hermione with surprise written all over his face. His looks of surprise quickly changed to a glare, as he lifted his head a bit more to look into her eyes, with his cold slate gray eyes.
"What the hell did I do to deserve that you damned mudblood. Not a damned thing, I think. I haven't said anything too you, much less touched you, at all for the past two months. Why the fucking hell did you slap me." Draco said in a low hiss.