Forever Yours

Chapter One

"Gryffindor Whore." Draco Malfoy said, through the corner of his mouth, and in a whisper so only she could hear it. He called her that a lot, lately, with other names, too, like bitch, or slut, or shank, whether the words came from his mind of floated throughout his mind.

She was used to it by now, the word and words people have called her, even her best friend, Harry, had called her a whore. Sure, Hermione was hurt every time someone would call her that, but when he said it, she wanted to die.

Her eyes piled up with tears, tears that could describe everything she felt. She was alone. She was hurt and frowned upon. She was a whore, nothing but trash that had been thrown on the street.

She was alone, all by herself, with no one to help her or guide her through this awful time. Her friends had left her, the people at school only found more of a reason to talk about her, her house mates and friends had found a real reason to call her the hateful word, mudblood, the father didn't seem to care, the man she really loved hated her with a passion, and her parents told her not to come back when they found out that she was pregnant. Funny, isn't it? All of these people who claimed to care about her so much, left.

Her life was horrible, she had no one left, not one who would even show or tell that they still might love her. She had been nothing more than a sex-driven mudblood, or so everyone thought. And she accepted the harsh names that people would throw at her, because she deserved them for what she did. But anyone who could understand what she was going through at that time, might understand her, and her feelings.

Hermione had always been the quiet, book worm for years. She had finally taken a risk and came out of her shell, but at a terrible price. Actually, it wouldn't have been so terrible if people weren't calling her names that they call people who work at bars as strippers, if the man she loved most in the world still loved her, and if the father would stand up and help.

It wasn't the father's fault, thought. Hermione had not told him. She wanted him to be happy and do what he wanted t do. He was happy with Luna, and currently involved in auror training. He was doing great things with his life and was happy. Why should she ruin it on him? He was the only one who hadn't called her a name, and even though she hated him for cheating on her, with Luna, she still loved him for being kind to her, unlike every other student in the school.

That's how this whole mess started; when the two started dating. It had been just before the first Hogsmeade trip of the year. She had happily agreed since she had liked him since their third year. Although, the date wasn't exactly Cinderella, she loved it.

He had made everything special, and made her happy. She couldn't remember the long talks, the soothing walks, his kind voice when he spoke and made love to her. She couldn't remember any of it, and the last time the talked, walked, or made love was a little over a week ago. That's when she told him, the news, that she was expecting a baby, and it wasn't his...

A/N: Again, not a Ron/Hermione fic. I don't really like those, unless they are well-written. I know these chapters are short, but I hope to make them longer as I go along. Please Review!