Chapter 15:
The first thing that crossed Hermione's mind was 'miscarriage'. She was shocked, what was she supposed to do? She ran back down to the commonroom, and over to the fireplace.

"MADAME POMFREY!" She shouted into it, and with a loud 'pop', Madame Pomfrey was standing beside her.

"What's wrong, dear?" She asked. Hermione was shaking.

"Sandra! In the bathroom...miscarriage, I think...blood..." Madame Pomfrey hurried up the stairs, but Hermione waited in the commonroom. After a while, madame Pomfrey came back down, Sandra was floating beside her.

"Find Ronald Weasley, please," madame Pomfrey said calmly, and with a 'pop' they were gone. Hermione stared at the spot where they had been a while ago, frozen. 'Find Ron, find Ron' she said to herself, and she pulled herself together. He was probably in the boys' dormitory, please let him be there...She knocked on the door, and a low 'come in' was heard. She stepped inside, and saw Ron lying on his back on the bed. What was she supposed to say? 'Yeah, sorry Ron but your ex just lost her baby'?

"Ron, I-"

"I realised something today, Hermione."

"What?"

"I think...I love her. Sandra, I mean."

"Ron, there is-"

"Do you think she'll keep her...OUR...baby?" He sat up and smiled at her. " I'm gonna be a daddy," he grinned. That was enough.

"Ron, she's in the hospital wing, she had a miscarriage I think," Hermione said quickly. Ron stared at her for a while, then he jumped up and ran out. Why did all this have to happen? Her nerves were about to explode. Well, she should go to the hospital wing, Sandra was her friend and Ron too.

She slowly walked down the stairs and out from the commonroom. Fighting her tears, she started to walk towards the hospital wing, thinking about all the shitty things in her life. That git Malfoy, that fucking stalker, stupid Harry, poor Ron and poor Sandra. Fucking hell, not again! She felt the cold breeze through her hair, but she was too tired to care. If he wanted to kill her, bring it on.

"You look scared again," the voice said. She couldn't help it, but she started sweating and panting, she didn't want to be scared but she was.

"Who the fuck are you? I'm getting tired of this, go to hell!"

"Well well well! Getting pissed off, are we? No need for that..." He put his cold hand around her waist, and she shivered.

"What do you want, anyway?"

"I want you, Hermione. I need you."

"For what?" She tried not to sound too frightened, but her voice was shaking.

"I just do. Please never leave me, okay?" She gasped when the cold hand touched her arm.

"I'll be back," the voice faded away and the cold too. She stood there, shivering and scared. Couldn't everyone just leave her alone?

"Granger? Wait up!" She heard Malfoy's voice, and that was enough. Her nerves exploded. She screamed like never before. It felt good to let out all of her feelings. That was the longest scream she had ever screamed. When it stopped, she sat down on the floor, put her head in her hands and started to cry. It was actually relieving.

"Granger, are you okay?" Malfoy sat down beside her. She looked at him, tears floading down her cheeks.

"When are you going to call me by my first name, it's fucking Hermione, okay? And do you really think I look okay? You fucking guys don't get anything through your thick heads, do you? No I'm not okay, I hate you, I hate Harry, I hate life, someone is stalking me, I'm probably getting killed soon, how can you even talk to me after all those things you've put me through? Six fucking years of all the fucking slytherins talking shit about me, I can't stand it anymore! And Harry isn't even listening anymore! I can't tell anyone that I'm in love with a slytherin, nobody can be happy for me, and now Sandra is in the fucking hospital wing, it's not fair! Did you hear me? IT'S NOT FAIR!"

She put her head back in her hands and continued to cry. There. She had just told Malfoy everything. She waited for his laughs, his screams and his teasings. They never came. After a while, she looked up at him. He was looking down on his hands.

"What's wrong with you?" She hissed. He looked at her, his grey eyes almost black now.

"You think you're the only one with a shitty life here, don't you, you fucking know-it-all! You don't call ME by my first name either, and you never have! You're not the only person who's getting through hell here! You give me a hard time every single day! Six years! I have no real friends, just the other slytherins, and they don't really care about others, do they? Sandra is the only real friend I've ever had, and now she's in the hospital wing because of you're friend Ron, who can't use protection the right way! I'm also in love, with a Gryffindor, and nobody can be happy for me either! And that kiss tonight, it wasn't supposed to happen! It wasn't supposed to be you, Hermione! But how can I NOT kiss you when you're standing there with your perfect lips, huh? Yes Hermione, it's YOU! I'm in love with YOU! But you never notice me, do you? You just hang after that damn Potty-head! You know what? FUCK YOU!" He stood up, and walked away quickly.

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J.Fo's note: Hello again! Sorry I haven't written, I've been kinda lazy...but hey, better late than never, right? ooooooh...cute,cute,poor Draco! REVIEW, you fools!