READ THE A/N AT THE END!!!!!!

Beginning of July

"No, Please, no" 16-year-old Hermione Granger, pleaded. A masked man was holding her down and taking her trousers and underwear off; she already knew what he was going to do to her. He was going to rape her, whether she liked it or not.

"Whining will get you nowhere my dear." He hissed into her ear as he forced himself into her.

Hermione cried and yelled out.

8 Months Later, March

Hermione entered the Head's common room. She was not the girl she used to be. In fact she was several pounds heavier, thanks to that man, whom raped her. She was 8 months pregnant.

Hermione plopped down onto the couch facing the large fireplace, and placed her head on the back of the couch. She sighed thinking about how that man changed her life forever.

"Granger." Malfoy said entering the common room.

"Can I help you?" she snapped. Damn hormones.

"I was just acknowledging your presence, and you snap at me. Remind me not to talk to you when you are pregnant." He smirked.

"Like you will see me if I get pregnant again." She closed her eyes trying to signal to him that the conversation, or lack thereof, was concluded.

"That's probably for the best, Granger. Those extra hormones make you rally testy." Without even looking at him she could tell he was having a lot of fun torturing her.

"You haven't seen testy." Hermione opened her eyes to glare daggers at him. If looks could kill he would be dead ten times over.

"Whoa, that look brings a whole new meaning to the phrase 'Witchy Woman'." He said, quoting a Muggle song. "I feel bad for the father of that baby. He is going to have to live with you."

Hermione faltered for a moment at the mention of the baby's father. "Whatever, I am going to leave before you say anything more to bug me." She sat up and tried to stand, but her swelled stomach wouldn't let her. She tried several times to get up, but to no avail.

Draco, from his seat adjacent to the couch, was laughing so hard he couldn't breath.

"Malfoy! You dim wit! Help me!" She yelled.

"You know Granger, you are really funny. You should be a comedian." He said, still laughing.

"Yeah I didn't think you would help me. No one else does." She said, adding the last bit quietly.

"What was that?" he asked, not hearing the last bit.

"Nothing." She averted her eyes.

"Liar. What did you say?" he was not laughing anymore. He couldn't laugh at someone whom was so clearly depressed, even if they were a muggleborn (A/N Sorry I don't like the word Mudblood shudders).

"I don't want to talk about it." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Granger, I highly doubt that you would have said anything in the first place if you didn't want to talk about it." He looked at her, clearly serious.

"You know how you said that thing about the baby's father?" He nodded. "Well, it doesn't have a father."

"How is that possible?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Well, ok, it has a father, but I don't know who it is." He looked confused. "Malfoy, I was raped 8 months ago."

I hope that you liked that. I know I shouldn't start a new story but I just liked my idea soooo much that I couldn't help it. I want you guys to know that I WILL finish my other too. TDoAP is being neglected a little because I ran out of ideas... and my beta is starting to get angry with me. Moving On is getting there. I have been working on another chapter but at this point I am just trying to think of a way to get D & H together without making it cheesy, or rushed. Any ideas are welcome. Tootles!

MCL Kristen