DISCLAIMER: etc etc...next?

Anyway, hope you like the punch-up scene, it's FULLY SICK MATE!!! lol

And, you may have noticed the change in title...i.e. i renamed it 'Broken'. The title is dedicated to the BEST SONG IN THE WORLD!!! And that is Broken by Seether ft Amy Lee!!!

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And so here is Chapter 6 of Broken (formely known as Slipping Away) by Tigerlily Tinuviel

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"Oh my gosh, that's great Hermione!" said Harry, but his grin faded as he saw Hermione looking slightly miserable.

"I'm so sorry – I didn't mean it was great, because it's Malfoy's, but-"He broke off as Hermione interrupted.

"No, its ok, it's just that I hope it doesn't look anything like him, that would be horrible," she replied.

"Yeah, I hope it's as beautiful as its mother!" teased Harry. Hermione smiled, but wasn't completely through with what she wanted to say.

"Yeah...but I don't know how I'm going to get through this! It's hard to bear such a responsibility as a teenager..."

Harry looked down at her teary face, and sighed in pity. She was only seventeen; she didn't deserve this burden to be bestowed upon her.

"Don't worry, I'm always going to be here for you, I'll never leave your side," he replied, and she smiled a true smile, one he had seldom seen for weeks.

"And....and...well, it's ok if you don't want to, but..." Hermione began, looking away awkwardly. She swallowed, and then continued.

"Harry, I was wondering....would you like to be the father?" she asked tentatively, as if not sure what his reaction would be to this question. Harry gaped. He'd never felt so appreciated in his entire life.

"Of course, Hermione!" he replied instantly. Hermione beamed. Harry reached over and gave her a big hug.

"But hang on a sec, isn't Malfoy the father?" asked Harry.

"Well, yeah, biologically, but you can be his real father, cause i love you not him!" replied Hermione.

"Please, don't leave me like before, you almost died," she whispered pleadingly. "I can't do this alone, not without you!"

"I won't, I promise, as long as you never leave me. I missed you so much," he whispered back, holding her close, making sure he would never have to let go again.

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The next day, after they had both finished their Charm's lesson, they walked out into the sun-lit grounds, were most of the school was sitting and chatting to their friends. Ron, Harry and Hermione plopped themselves down in front of the tree opposite the lake. They were just beginning to start a conversation, when Harry caught sight of a bunch of seventh year Slytherins, and Malfoy, naturally, was leading them, boasting about his father's vast donation to the Ministry of Magic.

"Well, Father's donated a few hundred galleons to their funds, you know, helping renovate the buildings and the like. I expect he'll get a promotion, I mean, how could Fudge resist?" he drawled, the Slytherins looking extremely impressed. Malfoy noticed Harry watching him, so he strode over.

"How's your Mudblood girlfriend, Potter? Not bearing too heavy a load, shall we say?"

Harry leapt up immediately. He had had enough of Malfoy and his taunts, now was the time to end it all.

"Right, that's it. I've wanted to do this my entire life, and now the opportunity arises," he said heatedly, his eyes gleaming. Ron got up to try and stop him, but he pushed him back down, whispering, "It's my turn, you come in later!"

He started towards Malfoy, who was eyeing him, slightly panicky looking. He was getting closer and closer, one more step...

PUNCH!

Malfoy fell backwards as Harry punched him hard in the cheek. His face turned red, half out of embarrassment, as everyone watching was laughing, and half out of the force of the punch. Malfoy whipped out his wand, but Harry beat him to it.

"Incarcerous!" he yelled, throwing Malfoy back even further and binding him with thick cords. His wand lay some twelve feet in front of him, useless to its owner. Crabbe, his crony made to pick up the wand, but Harry pocketed it before he could claim it.

"So, would you like to explain why you knocked up my girlfriend?" he said, his voice shaking with rage. Malfoy sneered.

"Well, ever since you, Potty, and that Mudblood got together, I thought I would be nice to break it all up, and anyway, regardless of the Mudblood's family line, she's very pretty," he said tauntingly. Harry shook with rage.

"HOW DARE YOU CALL HER A MUBLOOD!!!!" roared Harry as he started towards the still bound Malfoy. Malfoy flinched, and tried to move himself backwards, but Harry unbound him with a quick wave of his wand. He got up, looking slightly pleased that he wasn't going to get punched again, but his smile wiped off his face as quickly as it had come.

"YOU BLOODY SLYTHERIN SCUM!!!" yelled Harry, charging towards Malfoy. He wanted to hurt Malfoy as much as possible; in fact, he was willing to kill him. He didn't care if he died in the process, as long as he caused him pain, as much as he had felt a few nights before.

Malfoy didn't run away though; he began power-walking towards Harry, as if he, too, was ready to punch his opponent as much as possible. They were getting closer and closer, Harry was running at full speed now, he could see Malfoy's smirking face in the blurry distance...

And so it began; Harry walked right up to Malfoy and punched him in the nose this time, but just as soon as he had lowered his fist, Malfoy punched him right back in the stomach.

Harry fell backwards, completely winded. Hermione ran over to try and pull him away from Malfoy, but he pushed her away from him.

"Look, I can handle this, Hermione, just promise me one thing," he said hurriedly. Hermione looked up. "Don't get involved, I don't want you to get hurt. If someone tries to hurt you, just hex them, I know how good you are at that." She smiled, and released him.

He got up, waiting for the next blow. He could see Malfoy snickering in the distance with the Slytherins; he could hear the cheers of 'GO HARRY' from the Gryffindors ringing in his ears; he could feel the tension between them.

Malfoy was running towards him again. He was going to be ready this time; he was going to kick him right in the wrong place. He hated him enough to kill him; all he wanted was him to be in pain, nothing else mattered. Harry got ready. He stood there, pretending to be too tired to punch back. He saw Malfoy smile, as if pleased with who he was dealing with.

"THIS" – and with a swift kick, Malfoy was bent over on the floor, howling in pain. "is for my friends!" he yelled. He pulled him up roughly by his cloak.

"THIS IS FOR GRYFFINDOR!" he roared as he punched Malfoy in the stomach.

"And this is for Hermione," he whispered as he punched the side of his head. Malfoy wavered for a moment on the spot, and then fell with a dull thud to the floor, unconscious.

The Slytherins were furious, but their howls could not be heard above the cheers from Gryffindor. They were screaming at the top of their lungs, yelling out 'GO HARRY' over and over again. But the Slytherins weren't willing to give up so easily. They charged towards the Gryffindors, who dashed towards them.

"I think it's your turn now, Ron!" yelled Harry over the crowd. He caught a brief glance at Ron's grin, but turned quickly after as Pansy Parkinson came towards him.

"How dare you hurt my boyfriend!?!?!" she shrieked. Before Harry knew what was happening, he felt a hand pass like a burn across his face. Pansy Parkinson had slapped him. How typical, he thought. And just as he was recovering from this sudden shock, a voice behind him yelled, "STUPEFY!" He swivelled on the spot to see Hermione, with her wand directly pointed at the space where Pansy had been. He looked a little down from that spot to see Pansy slumped on the floor.

"Moving on," muttered Harry under his breath. Hermione heard and giggled to herself, but she was soon interrupted by a loud cry of pain behind her.

Malfoy had woken up and yelled, "Advolvo!" directing the spell right at Harry. He was hurled back so fast Hermione only saw a blur fly past. With a sickening crunch, Harry smacked hard, face first into the oak tree. She ran over to help him up.

"I'm fine, seriously," he said curtly as the Gryffindors huddled around him to check if he was ok. He got up slowly, and with another few cracks, he felt his ribs break, but he didn't care. He just had to get to Malfoy.

The Slytherins were laughing harder than ever. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled trollishly, while the rest of them, including Malfoy, sniggered at his staggering efforts to walk over to Malfoy. He clutched his chest with one arm, and with the other he held out his wand in front of him. His vision was fogging up, he couldn't see, but he kept on walking. He punched Malfoy hard in the face, whispered, "You miserable piece of shit", and blacked out, vaguely remembering his triumph.

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Wow, nice one Harry....and Malfoy for all those crazy Felton fans (Harry is SO much hotter!) Anyway, REVIEW!!!!!

NEXT CHAPTER: I haven't decided, but Harry will wake up!