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 I get so weird,

I even freak myself out,

I laugh myself to sleep,

it's my lullaby.

Sometimes,

I drive so fast,

just to feel the danger...

I wanna scream,

it makes me feel alive.

Is it enough to love,

is it enough to breathe?

Is it enough to die,

somebody save my life...

*

"She's what!"

"She's in labor. Right now!"

"Gin, you sure? Is she alright?"

"Get your ass in here, Harry, right away. I have no idea what to do!"

"Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming..."

Virginia Weasley hung up what muggles called a "telephone", a nice way to communicate in long distance and local, and groaned, her head aching. How had she got into this mess? It was the summer of her sixth year, and graduation had been held for the seventh years.

She remembered being there, in the row of a dozen or so seats, cheering on Harry, her beloved brother, Ron and her friend Hermione as they received their diplomas. Harry looked eager, as he and Hermione would spend life together after this. Ron was looking oddly nervous, as he had been accepted to play for England after graduation. Of course, Harry had been accepted as seeker too, but he decided to postpone his answer until things got settled. Hermione looked sick. Her long, swishy, graduation robe concealed the bulge of her stomach, and she looked young again, her face fresh with sweat and a small smile on her face. Virginia grinned, knowing that Hermione was glad that only some people knew her situation of being impregnated. After her brother and Harry had gone, loud bundles of claps were still going on. But when Hermione Granger came on, Ginny and her family and friends stood, clapping the hardest, grinning at her. The teachers followed, as Hermione, although with child, still showed the appreciation of learning and was still the top student of their classes. Narcissa Donnings clapped so hard that Ginny was afraid her hands might break, and there was the widest smile in her face, her cheeks in crimson, as if she was trying very hard not to cry of happiness. Snape even reluctantly stood up and clapped for several seconds before bluntly sitting down again.

==End of Ginny's Flashback==

==Hermione's Flashback==

And then, several students after, Draco Malfoy was called. There was a long silence, as he coldly went up the stairs, his Head Boy badge gleaming in the sunlight. Dumbledore gave him his diploma, and smiled at him. It was obvious that Lucius Malfoy had better things to do then attend his own son's graduation, because only Narcissa was there. Hermione looked up to the face, the strands of silver hair that she had ran her fingers through dozens of times, and she felt herself tear up inside. After Graduation, she would never see him again. She had seen the rough sides of him, the innocent, and even some of the good, but she had never seen the loving. If only there was one more month, one more chance, just to kiss him once more before she started her content life with her newborn and Harry.

She stood up from her seat, where the graduated ones sat, and began clapping. Loud. Narcissa followed and repeated the claps. Dully, Ginny brought herself up and clapped. Pretty soon, students began to rise, clapping their Head Boy. Draco managed a small smile at them, and then, flashed one at Hermione. She stopped clapping, her heart leaping. His smile, it was good enough to know, to comfort her, that he smiled once in a while. He clutched his diploma and sat down in the row behind her. Hermione felt the lump in her throat rise.

Dumbledore got up stage, and put the wand to his throat to boom his voice.

"Fellow seventh years, fellow visitors, family, friends of them, it is to be known that these students, who received their diplomas here today is one of the finest Hogwarts has ever seen. Completed seven years, with courage, bravery, and determination. Their houses have done them well, to indicate who they are now and what they wish to become in the near future as soon as they leave. What to do with their lives after Graduation is their own free choices, but of course, I wish not to go onto a speech. Our Head Girl of Gryffindor will seek to that," he said, his eyes twinkling.

Eyes caught on Hermione's face. She was shocked. In numb disbelief. A speech? Why, she hadn't even prepared! Dumbledore had taken her completely by surprise!

"Now, may I have the honor of introducing the Head Girl of Gryffindor, top of her classes, Hermione Granger?"

Her parents, who were sitting in the back row, waved as she passed by them.

Loud claps scattered across the large crowds and groups of people as Hermione walked up and pointed the wand to her throat, making her voice boom.

Say something, Hermione, she told herself. Everyone's waiting. Make up a corny speech...

No, I don't want to.

Do it.

But she didn't want to fake it. She didn't want to tell everyone that Hogwarts had been the greatest moments of her life. Because she didn't want to lie. She was tired of faking it, being the smartest, the prim and proper Head Girl. Hermione Granger wanted everyone to know the truth, the truth about life.

She cleared her throat, and began speaking, stammering every so often.

"Everyone here is a big accomplishment at Hogwarts. Everyone, including friends and family of the graduates," she added, looking pointedly at Ginny and the other Weasleys, "Everyone. Including the teachers," she said, grinning at Narcissa, who smiled in reply.

"Seven years. It seems like such a long time, but when you're studying or playing Qudditch, (she looked at Harry and Ron) it seems like seven little seconds, something you have to grab it to keep it going," her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat again, stuttering. Draco was staring at her, but as she caught his eyes with hers, he looked down at his knees.

"I had seven years. Seven, dreadful, exciting, crazy years, that's what I've had. Hogwarts wasn't always good, but I thought it could keep me safe forever. Away from the horrid world above us. But I was wrong. Because as soon as this is over, it's all gone. The friends, you'll miss. You see them so often. The wonderful teachers, you'll never have the honor of having them teach you again. It's all gone. It's all one big memory. Some things you're excited to greet when you get out of here, and some things you would want to regret," Hermione's voice cracked again, and she knew tears were rolling down her cheeks. Draco's intense stare was too much to bare, as she knew her last sentence was meant for him.

"There are some people you wish you could spend more time with, yet you have to part ways. There are some people you wish you'd never met. And there - are - some people, that you wish...you could keep."

The dead silence followed this sentence, and most of the students looked toward Draco, who was squinting hard at her, his eyes wet, but still determined to not blink.

"But things are going to change now. You're going to be newborns, you're going to start over, whether it's in the Ministry, playing Qudditch, or in the muggle life, or starting a family...it's all going to change. And here's the last seventh second, everyone. Don't waste it," she said, her throat dry. "Don't waste it."

"Thank you."

Loud applause filled Hermione's eardrums and she grinned, knowing the tearstains were still drenched upon her cheeks, but she didn't care. She lifted the pointy hat off of her hair and lunged it at the air, like everyone else. There was cheering, sobbing, as friends collapsed in hugs, or roses were given from families to graduates. Hermione felt Ginny clutch her tightly, but she felt numb all over. Her mother was hugging her from behind, while her father rubbed her shoulder.

"Great job," said Ron and Harry, who were grinning at her.

"Yeah," agreed Ginny.

"Oh come here you two," she said teasingly to Harry and Ron, who pretended to look horrified as Hermione lunged at them and hugged them both, squishing their bodies.

"NEED AIR!" Ron gasped.

"CHO-KING," Harry sputtered. They all laughed as they pulled away. Hermione kissed both cheeks of Ron, causing him to blush, and kissed Harry on the lips.

"Granger."

Hermione swung around, and her heart leaped in a crisp. The gray, cold eyes of Draco stared back at her.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Before anyone could protest, Hermione nodded, and Draco grabbed her arm gently, leading them both out of the earshot of other students.

"Really corny things you said there."

Hermione was about to glare when she saw the friendly, yes, friendly grin on his face. She smiled back.

"Thanks..." she said softly.

"Well I guess this is it..."

"Yeah."

"You'll owl me when the baby arrives, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, 'bye."

He turned around, and felt Hermione grab his shoulder, and he willed himself to turn around. An unexpected thing happened next. Her lips planted on his, and he felt himself break away, trying to lose himself in her. But she pulled away, and the moment was gone. It was over. Everything. Seven whole years of mudblood calling, the whole Slytherin- Gryffindor duels...it was over. All over.

"Yeah," she said, and turned around to run back to her friends.

Draco couldn't help but grin once more.

==End of Hermione's Flashback==

*

"ARGH! FUCK, THIS HURTS LIKE HELL!"

Ginny hid a smile as she saw her best friend clutch her stomach, her face abrew in horror.

"Harry's coming. I've owled my family, and Ron, who's on his way. And Narcissa's already in the hospital, waiting for you to arrive."

"Um, Gin, can you owl someone else for me?" asked Hermione anxiously.

"Who?" Ginny asked, her eyebrows raised.

"OUCH! Uh- ouch! Draco?"

"Sure hon, be right back, don't move. We'll apparate to the hospital as soon as Harry arrives..."

Ginny went upstairs for parchment, and Hermione lay still on the sofa. God, it probably hurt more than being stabbed a 156 times! In fact, she'd prefer to be stabbed then in this position. How did her own mother do it? She grimaced again. Think 'bout something else, 'Mione, that's what Harry would've said.

But what?

==Hermione's Flashback==

"Malfoy, concentrate."

"I'm TRYING, Granger!"

Hermione groaned. She was tired of staying late hours in the library without supervision just because MALFOY, her nemeses, needed help with some simple Transfiguration.

Now it was probably 10 o'clock already, and she was in a dire need of sleep.

"Can we take a break?" she said, yawning.

He shrugged. "Fine, but if I don't pass my exam, it's all your fault," he snapped.

Hermione glared at him, and began stretching her arms. She saw Draco look over her once more.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice softer.

He shook his head. "Nothing...it's just, you shouldn't wear those floppy robes and an uniform, you don't have a bad figure."

She stopped stretching, and glared at him. "How would you know what figure I've got?"

Draco grinned knowingly at her, and she scrunched up her nose in disgust.

"Oh sorry," he said sarcastically. "The figure's only for Potter, right?"

She blushed. "I'm not going to discuss private matters when I'm supposed to be tutoring you, Malfoy."

"Hmmm so there is a matter in which you keep private, huh?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You are so infuriating, honestly."

"Does it turn you on?" he teased.

"Yeah, Malfoy, my need to kill you makes me want to jump you," she said sarcastically.

"Great."

There was a long silence after that as Hermione looked through dusted books of the library. She felt someone's arm swing around her waist and jumped.

"Shh," he said, his whisper breathing in her earlobe. She breathed in and out, making sure it was only Malfoy. It was.

"Malfoy, kindly get your filthy hands off me," she snapped.

"Why are you so resistant? Aw, is widdle Granger scared the big bad wolf will steal her Pig away?"

"Fuck - off," she said, trying to push him away.

"Thanks, but I'd rather fuck you."

"What?!"

Before she could think even more, his lips were planted on hers, and she felt herself feeling the exact same way she felt when Harry kissed her, except much more exciting. The thrill...the forbidding thrill...

"Stop," she gasped, as his tongue slid across her bottom lip, trying to get it open.

"Don't you feel it? Don't fuck around, Granger, you know you want me as bad as I want you...if you didn't, you would stop these little 'lessons' sooner or later and tell the teachers to get me another tutor..." his voice trailed off as his lips explored the skin of her exposed shoulder, where the robes were swinging off from.

"Stop - stop it, please!" she struggled to push him away, but he took this chance to kiss her again, his other hand rubbing her ribcage up and down.

She closed her eyes, and felt herself kissing him back. No, no, what about Harry? You love him, you love Harry and only Harry.

Mmm, who cares? another voice said. What he doesn't know can't hurt him.

But...

She drowned the voices out, letting herself enjoy the rumblings of her robes as he parted the opening, cupping her breasts, a fingertip brushing across her nipples. She shivered. She had never wanted something to bad, so fast...She had been fighting herself all these months and weeks, that rushing feeling that only Draco could create.

And before long, the rushing feeling had deadened again.

==End Of Flashback==

"ARGH! OH GOD! NO!"

"Only one of you can come with her."

"I'll go," Harry offered. "Shh, it'll be over soon," he said, putting a soothing hand across her tangled and frizzy hair.

"ARGH! HARRY! THIS HURTS LIKE A BITCH!" She clutched his arm hard, twisting it. "I NEED DRUGS, PLEASE - PLEASE THE DRUGS, THEY HELP!!!"

Harry felt the need to laugh, but it was hard to laugh when a crazy woman about to give birth was trying to strangle him.

*

Malfoy - 'Mione's giving birth. Leonard Jacoby Hospital ,156th street, Lincoln Board. Muggle hospital. Apparate if you can.

See you soon,

-Gin Weasley

*

"One more push...one last one...the head..."

"PLEASE GOD KILL ME! I CAN'T STAND THIS ANYMORE," breathed Hermione, her fresh face gleaming with sweat, one hand clutching Harry's throat, tightening it.

"One more push, c'mon, just one more, think of relaxing after this."

Tears rolled down her cheeks. "ARGH!! You STUPID BITCH!"

Those were the last words said before the baby completely came out. Hermione closed her eyes, exhausted, wishing she could die.

"Where is the baby," Hermione breathed, at Harry, who was rubbing his neck vigorously.

"They're cleaning her, calm down!"

"Sorry 'bout your neck," she said innocently, grinning at him.

"Don't worry, I'll get revenge," he said, grinning back.

"It's a boy, right?"

"Err- not sure."

The doctor came back, looking through her primed glasses, and in her arms, was a small, tiny crying...

GIRL!??!

"A GIRL?" Hermione exclaimed, with joyous relief.

"Oh, holy shit," Harry breathed, with dread.

Hermione grabbed at the bundle of blankets and looked down at her small face. It was apple shaped, and her fingers were so tiny...she felt warm in her arms. Her toes kicked themselves in the air.

"Aww, oh God..."

Harry was speechless. "Can I hol- hold her?"

"Of course silly," Hermione said. She wanted to say 'She's yours too' but it would bring up the awkward subject of the father again. She handed him to her gently, and he nuzzled his face close his, and a silly grin spread on his face.

He started talking to it, and Hermione couldn't help but smile. He looked adorable saying baby talk to the little girl, and she was still crying, waving her little fists in the air. Hermione couldn't help feel relieved that it was all over...

Her eyes happened to dart across the window of the closed door of the small little room and her lips slowly parted into a small gape. A hooded figure stood there, looking through the window, looking at Harry carrying the baby in his arms. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, Hermione stopped breathing. The same, pool of gray eyes mixed with blue she had seen too many times before stared back at her, along with silver strands of hair out of the hood, and for a split second, Hermione thought her whole body was escaping toward the door. But as she blinked, the figure was gone. There was no way to tell if it had been real or not.

"What should we call her?" Harry's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Hermione looked up at him, and replied softly.

"Let's call her Cissa."

"Cissa?" Harry frowned curiously. "Is that short for something?"

Hermione nodded, smiling.

"Yeah...it's short for Narcissa."

*

Somebody ripped my heart out,

and leave me here to bleed.

*

The chapter ended with the same song it started with...(Anything But Ordinary - Avril Lavigne)

Well there you go! A mysterious, sappy content ending. *Shudder* Anyways, that was so sappy it sucked, but I hope you angst-haters are more happier now. Sorry for going corny on this chapter, I couldn't help myself, with it being the last chapter and all!

Well anyway, I wanted to tell you supporting reviewers how much I appreciated your suggestions/support/encouragement, it's what kept me going on! I don't think I'm going to have a sequel, but I might...although the ending seems just right. By the way, I'm sorry for avoiding some of your questions and queries, so here:

1) Why does Draco switch from bad-sadistic-guy to sweet-loving-guy?

Sorry 'bout that, but I guess he just doesn't know how to feel. He wanted a free ride with a girl he desired, and instead, he got a pregnant girl who's already commited. Sometimes his good side breaks out. Believe me, take it from an evil person *grin*.

2) I can't believe Draco raped Hermione...

He didn't rape her, Hermione made that up so she could get out of the mistake SHE made more easily.

3) Hermione is such a slut! How could she hurt Harry like that!/ Hermione better not say yes!

Yeah, well...hmmm

Draco - Bad boy Slytherin....yummy features.

Harry - Sweet innocent, kind...

Both irresistible qualities...what would YOU do? About the marrying Harry thing, she said yes because it should've been his baby in the first place, and they've been friends for 7 years...I mean...sweet loving guy that loves you completely for 7 years, or bleach blond that hated you and suddenly desires you?

Finally:

4) You should've made this a H/HR story.

It kind of already is, but my intention at first was a full Draco/Hermione...but some of you know that I like three best couples: G/D, H/HR, & HR/DM...so I couldn't resist. And anyway, I think I did a little more D/HR than H/HR...I apologize to anybody who was looking forward to a happy Herm & Drake ending.

Anyway, hope I answered everyone's questions! If you have any more ponderings, send them to devilzzz@aol.com, and for those of you who want more D/HR, read "Having Fun With The Devil"

(G/D fans read: The Seductress)

(H/HR fans read: Never Been Kissed)

Remember to review,

Love,

-Court