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...
Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you, why did you turn away...
*
"She'll be fine."
"Mrs.Malfoy..."
"I am not a Malfoy anymore, Madame Pomfrey, you know that..."
"Sorry, Narcissa. But I demand to see my patient's stomach, now if you move here, I'll just-"
There was a shriek as Hermione finally opened her eyelids, gasping for breath.
"Miss Granger!" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed, throwing up her hands in surprise.
"There's no need- to check my stomach," Hermione said breathlessly.
"Miss Granger, I need to check if there's anything wrong. Obviously it was the cause of your sudden collapse," Madame Pomfrey explained.
There was much struggle as Hermione continued to fight through Madame Pompfrey's restricted arms, trying to get to Narcissa's welcome ones.
Finally, a large stab found itself way into the flesh of her left arm, a shot of some kind, and all she could see was Madame Pomfrey looking relieved until she settled into another blissful sleep.
*
" 'Mione, wake up. Mione?" a voice cracked through her closed eyelids. Hermione Granger opened her eyes, blinking furiously until her vision came clear again. The Hospital Wing was deserted, goblets of water and juice lay nearby on a table that was placed beside her bed. Her bedsheets had been neatly clamped on her, and there was a sudden sound of swishing water in the distance, although Hermione couldn't figure out where it was coming from. As soon as she opened her eyes, a sudden peircing pain came into her ribs for an instant; choking her. She settled back into the bed, and let the pain wash away and vanish once again.
She looked beside her, and sighed in relief. It was Harry. He was holding a small mahogony goblet in his hand, which was flourishing with a sticky, red formula that was bubbling into the air. He handed it to her in silence, and she silently accepted it. She took a small sip, and crinkled her eyebrows in disgust. It tasted like old melted rubber, and smelled of plants and rain. "Drink it all, 'Mione," Harry suggested. Nodding in agreement, she took a large sip, and without breathing, managed to clamp it all down. In a few moments, she felt her body relax; and when she sat up again, the pain had softened away, however, she could still feel her rib crashing in slashing pain.
"Harry," she croaked, and took a deep breath. It was hard to speak through her dried lips, and it felt as if her gums were on fire.
"Ron was here a while ago. Stayed with you while I was at Qudditch Practice. He'll be glad to see you awake again. Said your hand trembled a bit during midafternoon," Harry said, his words rumbling out. His eyes did not meet Hermione's, no doubt about it. But he had a faraway daydreaming glance about him, which relaxed Hermione's relished beating heart.
" 'Mione?" Harry acknowledged, looking at her. Hermione met his pupils for the first time, and saw that his eyes had no expression within them.
"Yes, Harry?" Hermione said with difficulty.
"Madame Pomfrey told me what's wrong with you."
The words striked Hermione and when her brain cells had finally settled down, she sighed helplessly.
"Oh Harry, I didn't want you to find out this way-" she said, breaking into dry sobs.
"What's the matter 'Mione? Your a bit young, but I am sure we can manage it; this is our last year at Hogwarts, after all. What's important that we're going to have this baby together," he said, smiling.
Hermione's face tried hard to keep emotionless.
She only nodded in response, before closing her eyes. He thought the baby was his, she thought. Biting her lip from screaming, she swallowed the big lump down her throat, and tried hard to fall asleep again. It was her only escape from reality.
*
Her head was buried in something soft. Sighing softly, she put her arms around the body, and squeezed it tightly, shrinking her nose into the essence of good smelling cologne and cinnamon.
"Mmm, Harry..." she whispered, placing her lips at the clear flesh of his neck.
"Think again," drawled a voice. Startled, Hermione jumped away from the body, and saw Draco Malfoy in his green Qudditch robes, laying sideways in her bed, smirking at her.
"You-son-of-a-bitch," Hermione spat, her fists clenched. She couldn't take this anymore.
"You act more braver now that you are protected by your little nurse," Draco replied, his voice still cool.
Hermione took another intake of a breath. "I have half a mind to report you to Dumbledore," she finally said, sounding much courageous than she felt.
"Oh, but you won't. The baby won't let you, now, will it? Thought you'd tell that foolish woman about everything, did you? The baby's a part of you, Granger. And it's not like it's going to let you tattle to everyone about it's own father," said Draco, laughing.
"That foolish woman was-no- actually, IS your mother, Draco Malfoy!" bellowed Hermione, her hands on her hips.
"I have no mother," said Draco coldly.
"How can you be so harsh? I mean, you are a cold-hearted evil rat, but God, think of what your mother's been through. Taken out of her own family! Hated by her own son , which is no loss of course, but the rumors about her! How your raving bastard Father cheated on her several times, yet this is the first time she did anything about it! And you know what? Congratulations to her. I knew no bloody woman would ever stay with a Malfoy, especially if he was fucking all his maids!" Hermione shot back.
A crunching noise followed, in which Draco slapped Hermione.
"How dare you talk about MY family in such a way! At least my family isn't a raving bunch of idiot dentist Mudbloods!" he replied in a rather threatening way.
And with that, he threw her on the bed and put his hand on her stomach, trapping her in his presence.
"Little bitch," he swore, forcing his lips onto hers.
Hermione closed her eyes, wishing for the kiss to end. It was worse enough to be pregnant by her worst enemy; but it was a whole other think when you enjoyed fratenizing with him.
His lips let go off hers, and he buried his head in her chest, breathing hard.
Hermione lay very still, guiltily enjoying the feel of Draco's legs against hers; and closing her eyes as cool air from his mouth softened against her bosom.
Unleashing a soft moan that got caught in her throat, Hermione pushed Draco away as lightly as possible.
He surprisingly obeyed, and turned to the other side. There was an arkward pause.
"Did you ever sleep with him?" Draco asked.
Hermione didn't have the energy to ask what he meant. Instead, she replied, "Yes."
"When?" he asked curiously.
Startled by another question, she responded as, "Why do you care?"
"I don't. Just curious."
Another sigh of impatience.
"It was after I had turned sixteen. Harry and I- we were merely dating by then. Ron had a new girlfriend, Amber. Viktor Krum had broken up with me of course, suggesting that I was too amateur for him. I knew the only reason was because of how hard the long distance relationship was. He hardly ever got to see me," Hermione stopped for a minute to catch her breath, and then started again.
"It was after our first date, which was the day after my birthday. We didn't know it was a date then. As a second birthday present, he was going to teach me how to play Qudditch and then a moonlight broomstick ride at midnight. Well, we never got to to the ride, because while he was teaching me Qudditch and throwing Bludgers at me for defense lessons, I sort of just, flew toward him, and we went down for a break, and we kissed. And then one thing lead to another, and we slept together," Hermione finished off.
Draco tsked. "Putting out on the first night, eh Granger? No wonder he thinks it's his baby. But still, how dumb is that, a year after you sleep with him, you get pregnant and he thinks its his?"
Hermione glared at him. "You must be a dumbass, Malfoy. Of course we've been together more than that one time, you know."
Draco shrugged, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"You didn't tell me that he didn't know you were pregnant."
Hermione shrugged. "Why should I tell him? This baby isn't even his. I didn't want to ruin anything until he possibly had to know."
"Well, I wouldn't have hurt you if you just told me he didn't even know you were pregnant," he admitted sheepishly.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Well now he knows, and he thinks its his. This is just great, Malfoy. What if the baby takes after you, huh? How am I supposed to explain to him why our baby has silver hair and gray eyes, huh? It doesn't take a genious to figure out it's your baby, Malfoy."
Draco shrugged again, not meeting her eyes. "What did you tell Narcissa?" he finally asked.
Hermione bit her lip. "I told her- I told her-" she stammered.
Draco looked up, frowning. "What? What is it? Is the baby kicking?" he asked.
Hermione shook her head. "No. I told her you raped me," she said with a deep breath.
"What!" he looked absolutely furious.
"What was I supposed to say? Seducing and sleeping together isn't going to get you into Azkaban, Malfoy. But raping would," Hermione replied helplessly.
"God, Granger, you are such a stupid bitch! Just because we had sex and you got pregnant doesn't mean it's my fault. You can't get away with this," Draco concluded.
Hermione hung her head. "I know, but still- can you imagine what my life would be? I gave myself to you, and look what happend now, Malfoy! It would hurt too many people."
"Bitch, I really don't give a fuck. I am not going to Azkaban just because you couldn't resist me," he said smugly with a touch of anger.
Hermione sighed. "What am I supposed to tell Harry then? No doubt, he wants to get married after we leave Hogwarts. And he thinks this is his baby, which is just perfect."
Draco shrugged. "I never said I was going to raise the baby, anyway."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Are you serious? So your going to make me live a lie for the rest of my life, as though this baby is Harry's?"
He didn't have time to respond.
"No need to," a harsh voice spoke behind them.
Hermione turned her head, only to see the flash of Harry's robes disappear.
*
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...
Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you, why did you turn away...
*
"She'll be fine."
"Mrs.Malfoy..."
"I am not a Malfoy anymore, Madame Pomfrey, you know that..."
"Sorry, Narcissa. But I demand to see my patient's stomach, now if you move here, I'll just-"
There was a shriek as Hermione finally opened her eyelids, gasping for breath.
"Miss Granger!" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed, throwing up her hands in surprise.
"There's no need- to check my stomach," Hermione said breathlessly.
"Miss Granger, I need to check if there's anything wrong. Obviously it was the cause of your sudden collapse," Madame Pomfrey explained.
There was much struggle as Hermione continued to fight through Madame Pompfrey's restricted arms, trying to get to Narcissa's welcome ones.
Finally, a large stab found itself way into the flesh of her left arm, a shot of some kind, and all she could see was Madame Pomfrey looking relieved until she settled into another blissful sleep.
*
" 'Mione, wake up. Mione?" a voice cracked through her closed eyelids. Hermione Granger opened her eyes, blinking furiously until her vision came clear again. The Hospital Wing was deserted, goblets of water and juice lay nearby on a table that was placed beside her bed. Her bedsheets had been neatly clamped on her, and there was a sudden sound of swishing water in the distance, although Hermione couldn't figure out where it was coming from. As soon as she opened her eyes, a sudden peircing pain came into her ribs for an instant; choking her. She settled back into the bed, and let the pain wash away and vanish once again.
She looked beside her, and sighed in relief. It was Harry. He was holding a small mahogony goblet in his hand, which was flourishing with a sticky, red formula that was bubbling into the air. He handed it to her in silence, and she silently accepted it. She took a small sip, and crinkled her eyebrows in disgust. It tasted like old melted rubber, and smelled of plants and rain. "Drink it all, 'Mione," Harry suggested. Nodding in agreement, she took a large sip, and without breathing, managed to clamp it all down. In a few moments, she felt her body relax; and when she sat up again, the pain had softened away, however, she could still feel her rib crashing in slashing pain.
"Harry," she croaked, and took a deep breath. It was hard to speak through her dried lips, and it felt as if her gums were on fire.
"Ron was here a while ago. Stayed with you while I was at Qudditch Practice. He'll be glad to see you awake again. Said your hand trembled a bit during midafternoon," Harry said, his words rumbling out. His eyes did not meet Hermione's, no doubt about it. But he had a faraway daydreaming glance about him, which relaxed Hermione's relished beating heart.
" 'Mione?" Harry acknowledged, looking at her. Hermione met his pupils for the first time, and saw that his eyes had no expression within them.
"Yes, Harry?" Hermione said with difficulty.
"Madame Pomfrey told me what's wrong with you."
The words striked Hermione and when her brain cells had finally settled down, she sighed helplessly.
"Oh Harry, I didn't want you to find out this way-" she said, breaking into dry sobs.
"What's the matter 'Mione? Your a bit young, but I am sure we can manage it; this is our last year at Hogwarts, after all. What's important that we're going to have this baby together," he said, smiling.
Hermione's face tried hard to keep emotionless.
She only nodded in response, before closing her eyes. He thought the baby was his, she thought. Biting her lip from screaming, she swallowed the big lump down her throat, and tried hard to fall asleep again. It was her only escape from reality.
*
Her head was buried in something soft. Sighing softly, she put her arms around the body, and squeezed it tightly, shrinking her nose into the essence of good smelling cologne and cinnamon.
"Mmm, Harry..." she whispered, placing her lips at the clear flesh of his neck.
"Think again," drawled a voice. Startled, Hermione jumped away from the body, and saw Draco Malfoy in his green Qudditch robes, laying sideways in her bed, smirking at her.
"You-son-of-a-bitch," Hermione spat, her fists clenched. She couldn't take this anymore.
"You act more braver now that you are protected by your little nurse," Draco replied, his voice still cool.
Hermione took another intake of a breath. "I have half a mind to report you to Dumbledore," she finally said, sounding much courageous than she felt.
"Oh, but you won't. The baby won't let you, now, will it? Thought you'd tell that foolish woman about everything, did you? The baby's a part of you, Granger. And it's not like it's going to let you tattle to everyone about it's own father," said Draco, laughing.
"That foolish woman was-no- actually, IS your mother, Draco Malfoy!" bellowed Hermione, her hands on her hips.
"I have no mother," said Draco coldly.
"How can you be so harsh? I mean, you are a cold-hearted evil rat, but God, think of what your mother's been through. Taken out of her own family! Hated by her own son , which is no loss of course, but the rumors about her! How your raving bastard Father cheated on her several times, yet this is the first time she did anything about it! And you know what? Congratulations to her. I knew no bloody woman would ever stay with a Malfoy, especially if he was fucking all his maids!" Hermione shot back.
A crunching noise followed, in which Draco slapped Hermione.
"How dare you talk about MY family in such a way! At least my family isn't a raving bunch of idiot dentist Mudbloods!" he replied in a rather threatening way.
And with that, he threw her on the bed and put his hand on her stomach, trapping her in his presence.
"Little bitch," he swore, forcing his lips onto hers.
Hermione closed her eyes, wishing for the kiss to end. It was worse enough to be pregnant by her worst enemy; but it was a whole other think when you enjoyed fratenizing with him.
His lips let go off hers, and he buried his head in her chest, breathing hard.
Hermione lay very still, guiltily enjoying the feel of Draco's legs against hers; and closing her eyes as cool air from his mouth softened against her bosom.
Unleashing a soft moan that got caught in her throat, Hermione pushed Draco away as lightly as possible.
He surprisingly obeyed, and turned to the other side. There was an arkward pause.
"Did you ever sleep with him?" Draco asked.
Hermione didn't have the energy to ask what he meant. Instead, she replied, "Yes."
"When?" he asked curiously.
Startled by another question, she responded as, "Why do you care?"
"I don't. Just curious."
Another sigh of impatience.
"It was after I had turned sixteen. Harry and I- we were merely dating by then. Ron had a new girlfriend, Amber. Viktor Krum had broken up with me of course, suggesting that I was too amateur for him. I knew the only reason was because of how hard the long distance relationship was. He hardly ever got to see me," Hermione stopped for a minute to catch her breath, and then started again.
"It was after our first date, which was the day after my birthday. We didn't know it was a date then. As a second birthday present, he was going to teach me how to play Qudditch and then a moonlight broomstick ride at midnight. Well, we never got to to the ride, because while he was teaching me Qudditch and throwing Bludgers at me for defense lessons, I sort of just, flew toward him, and we went down for a break, and we kissed. And then one thing lead to another, and we slept together," Hermione finished off.
Draco tsked. "Putting out on the first night, eh Granger? No wonder he thinks it's his baby. But still, how dumb is that, a year after you sleep with him, you get pregnant and he thinks its his?"
Hermione glared at him. "You must be a dumbass, Malfoy. Of course we've been together more than that one time, you know."
Draco shrugged, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"You didn't tell me that he didn't know you were pregnant."
Hermione shrugged. "Why should I tell him? This baby isn't even his. I didn't want to ruin anything until he possibly had to know."
"Well, I wouldn't have hurt you if you just told me he didn't even know you were pregnant," he admitted sheepishly.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Well now he knows, and he thinks its his. This is just great, Malfoy. What if the baby takes after you, huh? How am I supposed to explain to him why our baby has silver hair and gray eyes, huh? It doesn't take a genious to figure out it's your baby, Malfoy."
Draco shrugged again, not meeting her eyes. "What did you tell Narcissa?" he finally asked.
Hermione bit her lip. "I told her- I told her-" she stammered.
Draco looked up, frowning. "What? What is it? Is the baby kicking?" he asked.
Hermione shook her head. "No. I told her you raped me," she said with a deep breath.
"What!" he looked absolutely furious.
"What was I supposed to say? Seducing and sleeping together isn't going to get you into Azkaban, Malfoy. But raping would," Hermione replied helplessly.
"God, Granger, you are such a stupid bitch! Just because we had sex and you got pregnant doesn't mean it's my fault. You can't get away with this," Draco concluded.
Hermione hung her head. "I know, but still- can you imagine what my life would be? I gave myself to you, and look what happend now, Malfoy! It would hurt too many people."
"Bitch, I really don't give a fuck. I am not going to Azkaban just because you couldn't resist me," he said smugly with a touch of anger.
Hermione sighed. "What am I supposed to tell Harry then? No doubt, he wants to get married after we leave Hogwarts. And he thinks this is his baby, which is just perfect."
Draco shrugged. "I never said I was going to raise the baby, anyway."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Are you serious? So your going to make me live a lie for the rest of my life, as though this baby is Harry's?"
He didn't have time to respond.
"No need to," a harsh voice spoke behind them.
Hermione turned her head, only to see the flash of Harry's robes disappear.
*
