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...

All the things she said,

all the things she said,

all the things she said,

running through my head,

running through my head,

all the things she said.

This is not enough..

this is not enough..

all the things she said,

all the things she said,

all the things she said...

all the things she said,

all the things she said

moth-er looking at me,

tell me what do you see?

Yes, I've lost my mind...

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"It's complicated."

"I am listening." Ginny Weasley's foot tapped against the hard edge of the wood, and she looked pointedly at Harry awaitingly.

"The baby's not mine, Gin. It's Malfoy's," he said, and he chuckled at the change of the expression on her face. The once patient,content emotion had changed rather quickly. Ginny was now gaping, her eyes shining in terror and disbelief.

"Malfoy's? But how can that be?" she asked, gripping the arms of her chair.

He looked at her, waiting for her to figure it out.

"They - they slept together?" Ginny gasped, her hands clutched tightly to her face.

"While Hermione and I were together, actually," Harry replied, groaning. "This was not a good idea, Gin. I need to get down to breakfast."

"Harry - wait..." Ginny murmured, but he was already up, walking toward the exit.

His head whipped around, and he said, "Gin?"

"Yeah?" she asked, her bambi like eyes looking at him wistfully.

"Don't tell anybody about this, alright?"

She nodded, watching as he walked out of the common room.

Don't tell anybody about this, my freckled ass, she thought.

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"Herm?"

Her eyes were still closed, but her eyelashes fluttered for several seconds before she awoke. She stretched her arms, yawning. Her vision clouded, and she blinked to see Draco's face looking back at her. Hermione shrieked, wrapping covers around her - bare body?

He chuckled. "Don't bother, I've seen enought to last me a lifetime."

She blinked at him. "What is this? What happend, Draco?"

"I think you can figure this out for yourself, Granger," he retorted smugly.

"We did not sleep together," she said, her face turning red.

"Ah, yes we did."

A sudden pang went through Hermione, and she felt sick. The lump in her throat was rising, and a strange pain was forming into her forehead.

"Hermione?" asked Draco, he was looking at her with mild concern.

"Get out," she whispered. "Get out, now!" she screamed.

"But, why?"

He was looking at her, waiting for an answer. Unfortunately, she had none to give. She was sick of this, sleeping around like a two cent whore. She was pregnant, she was sick. Hermione's eyes welled up with tears, at the thought of Harry. He had been so kind to forgive her, he had offered once again to marry her, just so he could take care of her child. They had been best friends for the last seven years, and they had gone through so much together. How could she do this? She was a sick, demented little bitch, and she knew it.

"Don't make me do something I'll regret," she said, her voice raspy.

He examined her for a second before getting up. She turned away, exploding in sobs. Memories of last night flooded her mind, and she wished not to recall them ever again.

As he dressed quickly, she did not speak until she heard the final bang of the door.

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Dear Draco,

You are a disgrace. What do you think you're doing, sleeping with that pregnant mudblood? You bring such a bad name to the Malfoy family that I wish to disown you. However, the Dark Lord will not hear of it. You're to get your mark this the fifth of March. We will portkey you to the Manor. Be sure not to be with ANYBODY at that time. March is in three months, so I trust you will be prepared. I will dispose of the mudblood and her horrid baby tonight. I don't want any excuses, nor distractions. She will be killed.

- Lucius

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