Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling own everything except the plot. That just so happens to be mine.

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Chapter 2: Finders Keepers

Draco Malfoy strolled carelessly through the forest that was behind his house. He did this whenever he needed time to think... or time way from his family. Which was often. Draco usually took joy in shooting down birds with his slingshot and a few rocks, but not anymore. He had too much on his mind to be killing innocent animals. Plus, it was nearly midnight, so no animals were out.

Draco was just beginning to think about his problems, when he saw something you normally don't see in a forest; a body. His heart stopped and he broke out into a cold sweat. He ran as fast as he could to the body that lay motionless on the dirt covered ground. As he got closer, he could see that the body was a girl, and there was a pool of blood beneath her. Draco sprinted toward the girl and fell down in exhaustion when he reached her.

The girls shirt was soaked with blood and she was pale. When Draco rolled the girls body over, so he could see her face, he recognized her.

"Granger...?" Draco whispered. He carefully picked up her limp body and ran back to his house.
Hermione woke a little while later. Everything ached and she couldn't move. She slowly opened her eyes, and found herself in a rather dreary house that she had never seen before. Panic swept over her. Hermione tried to sit up, but a shooting pain ran across her stomach. So she laid back down on the couch she was on.

"Good, you're up." Came a voice that was oddly familiar to Hermione. She quickly turned her head and looked for where the voice was coming from. In the doorway was none other then Draco Malfoy. Hermione's heart dropped and dread filled her body.

"Wha-what am I doing here?" Hermione asked weakly. All of her strength seem to be gone.

"Shhh..." Draco said softly, kneeling down next to the couch where Hermione was. "Calm down. A doctors coming." Since he was so close to her, she could see that his shirt was soaked with blood. Hers, no doubt.

"What am I doing here?" Hermione repeated again, not liking that Malfoy had placed his hand on her arm. But before he could even open his mouth, there was a little pop, and a doctor appeared.

The doctor introduced himself as Dr. Lucas. He sat next to the couch Hermione was laying on, and had her lift up her shirt so he could see the cut. It actually looked a lot worse then Hermione thought. Below her bellybutton, and slightly to the side, was a cut that was a few inches long, and very deep. Blood was streaming all over her stomach.

The doctor waved his wand, and a small x-ray machine appeared. He did a couple of tests on Hermione's stomach, making her flinch whenever he touched the cut.

"It looks like the knife punctured your uterus." Dr. Lucas said. Hermione's heart stopped.

"Is-is the baby okay?" Hermione asked. Draco, who was standing off to the side, looked a little shocked.

"I'm afraid the baby's dead." Dr. Lucas said gloomily. Hermione stayed silent, and bit her lip so that tears wouldn't fall. The doctor waved his wand and said, "I fixed up your uterus, and the baby is gone." He tapped her stomach again, and the cut vanished. "You'll be sore for a few more days." He waved his wand at the x-ray machine and it vanished. Putting on his cloak, he said, "I'm very sorry about your baby." and was gone.

Once the doctor was gone, Draco turned to Hermione.

"Does anything else hurt?" He asked softly, walking toward her again and kneeling by the couch.

"No...." Hermione lied. She wasn't comfortable with her worst enemy helping her in anyway. Draco put his hand on her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. Hermione let out a cry of pain and recoiled from his touch.

"I knew it." Draco said with a smirk. He put his hand on the neckline of her shirt, and pulled it off of one shoulder. A blue and black bruise the size of a baseball was on Hermione's arm, and Draco flinched when he saw it.

"Are there any others?" He asked gently, looking in her eyes. Hermione nodded and looked at the ground. Draco reached out his hand again, but she pulled her body away from him.

"Come on Granger, I promise I won't hurt you." He said quietly. Hermione reluctantly nodded, and pulled her shirt up over her head. She sat there in her white bra, and looked away from her body. She didn't want to see what kind of damage Ron did to her.

The reaction from Draco was enough. He gasped and muttered, "Oh my God." He quickly grabbed his wand and started doing spells to make the bruises disappear. Draco touched Hermione's back where a bruise had just vanished. Shivers went up and down her spine. But they were good shivers. The kind she use to get when she would brush up against Ron.

"You can sleep in one of our spare bedrooms." Draco said as Hermione put her shirt back on.

"Where are your parents?" She asked.

"My Father is..." Draco started, his eyes darting around the room. "away on business." He decided. "And Mother's with him." Hermione nodded, and followed Draco upstairs to her room. He handed her

Hermione paused in the doorway of her temporary room, and looked back at Draco. Draco handed her a long tee shirt of his for her to wear. Since her clothes were covered in blood.

"Thank you for..." She said, searching for the words.

"No problem." Draco said with a small smile. Hermione smiled back, and closed her door. She looked at the room she would be staying in, and could tell that she was in the Malfoy manor.

The room alone seemed to be bigger then Hermione's whole house. But it was very dark and scary. The walls were a dark blue and there were things on the desk that Hermione was sure had something to do with the Dark Arts. Most of the walls, however, were covered by books. But these weren't the type of books Hermione wanted to read. Some were covered in chains, and some had titles in different languages. But the title that she could read, said things like, "How to Cast Curses and Blame It on Unsuspecting Mudbloods" "101 Ways to Kill a Muggle" and "Being Evil for Dummies." Though these titles were rather humorous, Hermione was still afraid to snoop through them. Just incase, somehow, Lucius found out.

Hermione changed into the Draco's long tee shirt, and slipped under the covers. But she couldn't sleep. Once Hermione's mind wasn't distracted by the pain in her stomach, it wandered to Ron and why he wanted to kill their baby.

He was drunk. Hermione told herself. He didn't know what he was doing. He never does when he's like that.

But Hermione's heart literally ached when she thought about the baby. She had known about it for a few months, and had even picked out a few names for it. Anna if it was a girl, and Daniel if it was a boy. She had been too scared to tell Ron. And Hermione mentally kicked herself several times for deciding to tell him about the baby when he was drunk.

This thought brought tears to her eyes, and Hermione sobbed into her pillow. If she would have just waited until Ron was sober, then the baby wouldn't be dead.

Hermione didn't know how loud she was crying until she heard her door creek open. She looked up from her tear stained pillow, and could see a blurry Malfoy through her watery eyes. Hermione blushed with embarrassment, and muttered an incoherent apology.

"What's wrong?" He asked with concern, walking over to her bed.

Hermione didn't even try to hide her misery, she just sobbed harder and tried to explain.

"My baby's dead." She cried, burying her face in her pillow again and making it hard for Draco to hear her. "And it's all my fault."

"Don't you dare even think that." Draco said firmly but sympathetically. "Don't blame yourself because Wealsey's mental."

"But it's not Ron's fault." Hermione wept. "If I would have waited until he was sober... I should have known that he would react badly... he always does when he's drunk." Hermione was so numb from cry that she didn't even notice Malfoy claiming under the covers with her and laying next to her, with his arm around her shoulder.

He rubbed her back and cautiously asked, "Has Weasley done things to you before... when he was drunk...?"

Hermione seemed to be holding her breath, not allowing herself to let it out until she decided how to answer that question. "Yes." Hermione finally said. "But it was my own fault." She added quickly. Her crying was over, and she seemed to really believe what she was saying.

"What has he done to you before?" Draco demanded, trying not to sound threatening.

"I just don't listen sometimes..." Hermione said, looking down at her hands. "I'll nag him or something, and don't listen when he tells me to shut up. I annoy him when he's already aggravated..."

"And what does he do?" Draco asked forcefully.

"He... hits me." Hermione said, glancing up at Draco's shocked face. "But he only does it when he drunk or annoyed." She reassured him. "He says he's sorry afterwards."

Draco scoffed darkly and said, "And I bet he tells you he loves you afterwards, and buys you things until you forgive him, right?"

"...yes." Hermione said, feeling a little embarrassed as he scoffed again and shook his head.

"Granger, you can't let him manipulate you." Draco said, looking Hermione right in the eye.

"He's not manip-" Hermione started loudly.

"Listen! I know what I'm talking about!" Draco yelled. Both of them were sitting up in bed. "That is exactly how my father treated my mother." Hermione fell silent. "You can't live like that. In fear. It's not love, Hermione." Draco whispered. Hermione was surprised that he called her by her first name. But the next thing Malfoy said drove that out of her mind. "If you don't get out of that relationship, something worse will happen." He said with new concern and Hermione had never seen before. "You could... die."

"Ron would never to that..." Hermione whispered.

"When he's sober." Draco said. "But what about when he isn't thinking straight? What about when you accidentally push his buttons?" He voice was growing louder then the whisper it had been. "What about when he *stabs* you and you nearly *die* on my couch?"

"...You're right..." Hermione whispered, shaking her head as new tears fell down her face.

Draco didn't say anything. He just wrapped her in a hug and whispered "Shhhhh....." and "It's okay..." in her ear.

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A/N: Wow... intense... I hope. I didn't mean to, but I kinda had a little lesson in there (omg! My fics are turning into 'Full House'!!! AHHHHH!!!). It was about how manipulative abusive boyfriends (and girlfriends) can be. And how blind the person who is getting abused is. PLEASE REVIEW and tell me if I described enough! I'm really trying to work on that!