Chapter Fifteen Losing It

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"You're what?"

"You heard me. I'm pregnant," Hermione said calmly, though her eyes shone with fear and anxiety. Draco stepped back and made a snort of disbelief.

"Tell me you're joking."

"Do I look like I'm laughing?" she hung her head. "I wish it was a joke, Draco."

She looked up again and saw Draco staring, his eyes narrowed. It was impossible to read the expression on his face; Hermione found herself shaking and took a grip on the door frame to steady herself. "Say something," she pleaded, after silence.

"What is there to say," he said quietly, "when a stupid mistake ends up as serious as this. Are you sure Granger?"

"Yes."

"And it's definitely mine?"

"Of course it is, what do you take me for?" she snapped angrily, hurt at the question. "I'm not like that."

"That's not the impression I got at your party," he sneered maliciously. "You were a whore then, why aren't you a whore now? There's no proof it's mine."

Hermione felt stung, but quickly recovered. "You were my first, Draco, and we didn't use contraception. Think about it- it makes complete sense. You are the father and I need your help."

"You stupid little cow!" he shouted, his anger firing up. "I thought that you would be on that pill that girls take- you know, that stops you getting pregnant. How was I supposed to know? You're not getting any help off of me, it's your problem."

"Draco please!" Hermione beseeched. "How can you say that? You never asked, not once, if I was on the Pill- and we were too drunk to even care- but how can you say it's not your problem when it was you that helped me get in this mess in the first place?"

"Shut the hell up a minute, will you, I'm trying to think!" Draco shouted, sitting down at a nearby table and resting his head on it. He was doing some quick thinking; though he pretended to Hermione that he was in doubt, he knew he would be the father. Hermione wouldn't sleep around, he was sure of that. He'd been stupid enough to sleep with her and now the consequences would be coming back to him. But what should he do? He knew what his father would want. Appalled at him sleeping with a Mudblood, he'd take the baby off Hermione and raise it himself. Shuddering at the thought, he closed his eyes and tried to calm down.

Think, he told himself. He knew he should help her but his instinct was telling him to leave her to deal with it. Stupid instinct! He thought angrily. That was what got me in this mess in the first place.

Anger took over; anger at this stupid girl not taking the pill and bringing him more worry, more pain. He hated everything about her now; her intelligence, her beauty, her innocence, the trouble she was causing but most especially the love he felt for her. How could he truly hate her if he still felt for her? It had been torture all these months pretending cold indifference to her when every nerve, every muscle, every sense inside him was screaming out for her...

"Draco?" she whispered, a lump in her throat. He had forgotten she was there.

He got up with a roar and snarled at her, his skin flushed with rage. "Why do you come whining to me? I don't want you, I never have. Now fuck off before I make you!" The words spilt from his mouth like poison, leaving him so easily and inflicting so much pain. Sadistic as it seemed, it was like he enjoyed hurting someone he loved... like someone to take his anger out on, anger he took out on himself... after all, every time he saw her hurt it hurt him just as much, if not worse.

"I'm not leaving without your agreement of help," Hermione said firmly, trying to stand her ground.

Always been stubborn, Draco thought wryly.

"Oh you're leaving, if I have to drag you away myself." Fury at everything in his life coursed through his veins and, heart thumping madly, he bounded over to her and pushed her, the tip of his long nails digging into her arms.

She squeaked with pain, but pulled away and stayed where she was. "You can't do anything to me that will make me go," she cried, tears welling in her eyes. "Draco, if only you could understand- I don't exactly love you either, I'm not asking much, just a little bit of money here and there-"

"Oh so you want money do you?" he whispered evilly, catching her wording and turning it round. "Well, you're not getting any. Now for the last time, I'm warning you, go." She shook her head.

"Piss off!" She screamed with fear as he grabbed her by the hair and threw her out of the room. She landed on the floor with a smack but got to her feet, wiping away a dash of red dribbling from her mouth. The wooden landing floor was rough and hard, but she hid the pain as bravely as she could.

"You'll have to do better than that, Malfoy," she said calmly. "Come on, be a real man, beat up a girl, you know you want to. You're sad and pathetic, and can't face responsibility. Have you always been this stupid, Draco? Or should I say Ferret!"

With a roar of anger, Draco charged into her, his fists ready to sting her for the words that tormented him. She put up her own hands, covering her face, so he pushed her deep into the ribs with all his might. Even as he pulled away he could hear the deep crack and Hermione's scream, so loud and piercing it almost shattered his eardrum.

As she felt the pain, she struggled to keep her balance, trying to reach out for something; anything that could stop her from falling, but nothing was there. Just before her feet left the ground she realised with dim panic that she was near a stairwell, and she was going to fall down the stairs.

"No!" Draco yelled at the last minute, realising what was going to happen. He reached out with his pale hands to grab her, but it was too late. Hermione fell, as if in slow motion, down the long flight of stairs. Draco saw everything; the light slap of her hand hitting each stair, the look of horror on her face and the sharp crack that could be heard echoing around the castle as she hit the cold concrete floor at the bottom.

There Hermione landed; not moving, her mouth red and her eyes closed. Bruised legs lay out at awkward angles either side of her, her spine twisted and mangled. And from in between her legs, underneath her skirt, a steady river of red was flowing, meeting up with the crimson puddle of blood that had been trickling from each step of the stairway.

Hermione Granger lay completely still. As still as death…


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