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...
sometimes your heart is in your throat,
when I am speaking my mind,
I am still not over you,
Oh, I am still not over you,
if only she knew
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"Let him go," Draco ordered, his hand still clutching her arm. She struggled, trying to get free of his death grip that he had on her.
"Are you crazy? Get off, Malfoy!" Hermione screamed, and broke free. Without so much as a second glance at the silver haired rival, she ran out onto the hall, looking both ways of the halls. Taking a chance, she ran to the right, and swung her head, trying to look for any sight of Harry. Then, she caught her breath as she saw a glimpse of raven hair in near the suit of armor near a deserted classroom.
Gaining her strength, she walked slowly and knocked on the door softly.
"Go away," a voice demanded.
"Harry, let's talk about this!" Hermione protested, the lump in her throat rising.
"Please leave me alone, Hermione," the voice ordered, emotionless.
"No!" Hermione cried, and turned the knob and swung the door open. Harry's back was to her, he was sitting atop a desk, and he was facing the window, not turning around as she came in.
"Harry, I ...really don't know what to say," she finished lamely.
"Don't say anything, then," Harry replied coldly.
She walked reluctantly up to the desk and sat in front of him, her hands placed on his shoulders.
"I am really sorry you had to find out this way," she started to say.
"I don't give a damn how I found out, Mione. You sleeping with my enemy and getting pregnant is worse enough. Why didn't you tell me? I feel like a complete idiot," he said, his voice harsh.
"Oh God, Harry, I let him get to me, okay? I am a whore, and I don't deserve you, but the last thing I want is to break our friendship," she croaked, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Harry sighed, and hesitantly pulled her into a hug, kissing her cheek softly.
"Don't cry, Mione," he said awkwardly, patting her hair.
"Oh God, I can't believe I got impregnated at such a young age! I am a mess, I really am!" Hermione said, sobbing.
"Oh, you stupid, foolish girl," Harry muttered, letting her cry on his neck.
"Tell me what to do," she whispered softly, sniffing.
"Don't worry, Herm, don't worry. We'll work through it," he merely said, rubbing her shoulders.
This child needs a father, Harry thought uneasily. Sighing deeply, he brushed his lips across Hermione's forehead, and she lifted up her head and brushed her lips against his, acidly kissing him.
"I don't love him, Harry. I love you," she pleaded.
"I know..shhh," Harry said, a faint smile quivering on his lips.
And there, the door lay ajar, Draco Malfoy stood, peeking at the sappy couple in disgust.
It won't be that easy, Potter.
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Well, that sucked. Review?
