Hermionie stared into his eyes and all she could see was Lucius. She
jumped back onto the bed and curled herself into a safe ball crying.
"Hermionie?" A startled Draco questioned.
"Leave me," he waited stepping closer. "Now!" she screamed and he left rather quickly.
Why? Why him, God, Why Him! It hurt as memories she never knew she had flooded her, horrible memories. She had to cry out to scream she needed some one any one, but why than did she turn him away. Why! Muddled thoughts that she couldn't press out of her mind made her insane. She jumped of the bed and stood in the middle of the room not understanding why anyone would do this and why it was happening to her. She collapsed in a heap of emotional pain, and tried not to think about anything.
Standing outside the door Draco didn't know what to do, all he could think of was that he was so close to her. Feeling her heart beat and her sweet breath. Hermionie took every breath from his body and blew it all back in his face but he couldn't breathe it anymore he had to breathe her needed to breathe her.
He pounded on the door. "Hermionie, I'm sorry!" she didn't answer him. She must hate me is all he could think of but the blame is not with her it was with him and his poor excuse for a father. "Hermionie please I just want to talk with you, please?"
She heard his cries and stepped toward the door holding herself in her arms. She reached out with tears streaming down her face and turned the knob slowly letting is swing open on its own. She needed to talk she had to somehow she would get through this she always did.
She sat on the bed staring at her feet while he stood at the door not knowing what to do. He walked toward her and sat on the bed not touching her and staring at his feet.
"I didn't mean to... I mean I wanted...but...I don't know what I want anymore." She said.
"None of this is your fault, I'm not good with this sort of thing, hell I didn't even cry when my father died." He smiled at her and she gave a half smile back. "Listen tomorrow I'll get your wand and I suppose it wouldn't hurt for you to write to your parents, If you wish. If you need me I'll be in the other room. Sleep well Hermionie." He got up and walked out the door exhausted in so many ways.
She sat their for a moment and then fumbled through a drawer. She needed to write to someone, not her parents but Harry.
"Dear Harry,
Know that I am alive and as well as I can be. I don't know where I am or I would tell you. I believe I am safe, but I have gone through the most terrible ordeal, Harry. Lucius Malfoy raped me and he magically impregnated me. I feel so lost and useless without a sane thought in my mind. I don't know what to do now. Someone saved me though when no one else could, he is more than a friend he is my Angel. The most confusing thing about this is him. The way he looks the way he acts the way he is just as confused as I .
I am keeping the baby, I don't know why, but I am. Suppose you call it maternal instincts or something just as such. I hope to good gracious the stories that Mrs. Weasly told us about laboring all those children are slightly exaggerated, less I die with my first contraction. I know that when I look into my baby's eyes someday I know I'll see him and what he has done but hopefully you will be my greatest friend and help me along.
Tell everyone that I am alive and thinking of them. Tell Ron good luck in all his classes and that goes for you too. Please don't worry too much, I can't really face anyone for at least nine months. Know that I love you and Ron and all so much.
Love,
Hermionie"
"Hermionie?" A startled Draco questioned.
"Leave me," he waited stepping closer. "Now!" she screamed and he left rather quickly.
Why? Why him, God, Why Him! It hurt as memories she never knew she had flooded her, horrible memories. She had to cry out to scream she needed some one any one, but why than did she turn him away. Why! Muddled thoughts that she couldn't press out of her mind made her insane. She jumped of the bed and stood in the middle of the room not understanding why anyone would do this and why it was happening to her. She collapsed in a heap of emotional pain, and tried not to think about anything.
Standing outside the door Draco didn't know what to do, all he could think of was that he was so close to her. Feeling her heart beat and her sweet breath. Hermionie took every breath from his body and blew it all back in his face but he couldn't breathe it anymore he had to breathe her needed to breathe her.
He pounded on the door. "Hermionie, I'm sorry!" she didn't answer him. She must hate me is all he could think of but the blame is not with her it was with him and his poor excuse for a father. "Hermionie please I just want to talk with you, please?"
She heard his cries and stepped toward the door holding herself in her arms. She reached out with tears streaming down her face and turned the knob slowly letting is swing open on its own. She needed to talk she had to somehow she would get through this she always did.
She sat on the bed staring at her feet while he stood at the door not knowing what to do. He walked toward her and sat on the bed not touching her and staring at his feet.
"I didn't mean to... I mean I wanted...but...I don't know what I want anymore." She said.
"None of this is your fault, I'm not good with this sort of thing, hell I didn't even cry when my father died." He smiled at her and she gave a half smile back. "Listen tomorrow I'll get your wand and I suppose it wouldn't hurt for you to write to your parents, If you wish. If you need me I'll be in the other room. Sleep well Hermionie." He got up and walked out the door exhausted in so many ways.
She sat their for a moment and then fumbled through a drawer. She needed to write to someone, not her parents but Harry.
"Dear Harry,
Know that I am alive and as well as I can be. I don't know where I am or I would tell you. I believe I am safe, but I have gone through the most terrible ordeal, Harry. Lucius Malfoy raped me and he magically impregnated me. I feel so lost and useless without a sane thought in my mind. I don't know what to do now. Someone saved me though when no one else could, he is more than a friend he is my Angel. The most confusing thing about this is him. The way he looks the way he acts the way he is just as confused as I .
I am keeping the baby, I don't know why, but I am. Suppose you call it maternal instincts or something just as such. I hope to good gracious the stories that Mrs. Weasly told us about laboring all those children are slightly exaggerated, less I die with my first contraction. I know that when I look into my baby's eyes someday I know I'll see him and what he has done but hopefully you will be my greatest friend and help me along.
Tell everyone that I am alive and thinking of them. Tell Ron good luck in all his classes and that goes for you too. Please don't worry too much, I can't really face anyone for at least nine months. Know that I love you and Ron and all so much.
Love,
Hermionie"