Bleed

Disclaimer: Don't own it. I do own the plot though.

Summary: Hogwarts is a place of secrets...and it's two headboy and girl have their share of those...

Is it enough to love? Is it enough to breathe?



It may have seemed as if Hermione Granger was a helpless young girl. But all she needed was strength. To talk back to Draco. To tell that son of a bitch that he needed to go fuck himself because she wasn't letting him getting two feet within her baby. No, she would raise this baby by herself if she had too. And lose her boyfriend...

She gulped. No. She couldn't lose Harry. He was such a funny, innocent sensible person. And she loved him. Right? But she couldn't give up a baby. It would be too hard. She knew it would be to heard.

Knocking on the hard looking bridge door, she waited patiently outside, considering her thoughts and options one by one until a lady opened the door. The lady had wisps of blonde hair with jumpy bangs and wide blue eyes smiled, her chapped lips exposed.

" 'Mione!" she exclaimed happily, clapping her hands together giddily. Hermione forced a weak smile and nodded. Clearing her throat, the woman stepped aside and waved her hand about as to give Hermione premission to enter the office. She proceeded to enter and looked around.

A shabby desk lay in the middle, a soft looking armchair sitting behind it. There were also chairs, rocking chairs, desks, large looking sitware that looked like stretch beds. The room that she remembered from her 1st year at Hogwarts. The woman was now older, but still had the same twinkle in her eye as before, and a understanding smile that gave it all away.

"Please, sit down. Now. You wanted to talk to me about Draco, was it?" she asked quickly, her words jammering across like knives through her lips. Hermione blinked for a minute and snapped her head up in attention, her eyes alert of awareness and loss of sleep.

"Yes. See..." Hermione fumbled through her fingers. The woman waited patiently for her to continue.

She sighed. "Let me tell you the whole story."

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I guess it started on a Thursday. I recorded the date. Yeah, I know it's stupid. I just thought I would report it. But I didn't. See, I was in the library around midnight. I know, I know..don't give me that look, Narcissa. It's really uncareful to do that. But I was doing extra credit work and it was due tomorrow, and I got premission. I forgot to lock the doors, and I saw someone prowling around the books. I jumped up and proceeded to tell them the library was closed and would they please come back in a later time. But the person caught me by the waist with get this- one arm. He was really strong...can you hand me that tissue? Thanks. He kind of, pulled me on him and he told me these perverted things. I know this is really a bad topic to talk to you about Nar, but you have to understand that I have nobody else to talk to. He- he played with my breasts...he snatched off my clothes...he started talking...dirty. Please don't make that face, I hate this as much as you do. He told me...I need another tissue. Thank you. He told me that if I didn't do what I asked him, he would kill me. And I could feel something sharp sticking in the back of my neck, so I did what he asked. He told me to lay down and he- he did stuff to me. It was painful. I need another tissue.

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And with that last sentence, Hermione Granger stood up and lifted up her shirt to expose her bare stomach. The two scars were still there, gleaming across her creamy skin, shaving off some of it, and blood was still pouring from the poorly constructed bandages Hermione had conducted. The blood ran across her stomach and stained her pants, as tears stained Hermione's bloated cheeks. The blood poured into the floor, and suddenly there was a large explosion. The blood had sunk into the floor and suddenly disappeared.

"It's the baby!" Hermione choked.

"It's killing me..." she whispered, pulling her hands to cover her stomach and collapsing on the floor, Narcissa Malfoy jumping up from her floor.

The blood dripped again and disappeared.

Drip, drip.

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Somebody ripped my heart out, and left me here to bleed...

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~Courtz