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Chapter 15

Questions and True Feelings

When Draco walked into the hospital wing, he saw Hermione on one of the beds. She was sleeping, but not very soundly. She was shivering and shaking.

He wanted to know what was wrong with her. He wanted to know why she was all of a sudden sick, why she had unexpectedly come down with this sickness. He thought that Dumbledore would have found out by now, but obviously he hadn't.

He went over to her bed and sat on a stool next to it. He just watched her shiver with a sad expression on his face. What was happening to her?

Hermione woke up from another nightmare. This one was new and different. Something she had never dreamed before. But she didn't remember what it was. It was cold, wherever she was in the dream.

She woke up and saw a stormy grayness that made her instantly feel a little better.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"I don't know, I was so cold."

"I saw you shivering. What was it about?"

"I don't remember, I just remember it being cold."

"Hermione, what is going on with you?"

"I have no idea. I don't know what is going on. I've been sick and I don't know why."

"Well, Madam Pomfrey wants to do a couple of tests on you to see if she can figure it out."

"Okay, you can tell her that I'm up then, the sooner we figure this out, the better."

"Okay," he said as he got up and entered Madam Pomfrey's office.

Madam Pomfrey came out a minute later.

"Good, you're up. Okay, I need to ask you a couple questions, and then I have to do some tests. We need to figure this out."

"Okay, ask away."

"One, have you drank anything alcoholic in the last week?"

"No." Madam Pomfrey checked on her clipboard.

"Two, have you ever had these symptoms before?"

"No. Well, besides yesterday." Another check.

"Three, have you taken any sort of medicine to counteract this?"

"No. I just had an plum yesterday and I felt better."

The questioning seemed to go on forever, with every question having the answer of no.

"Forty-seven, have you had sexual intercourse in the last week?"

"No," She replied almost robotically, then… "Wait, I…"

"Did you or did you not Ms. Granger?"

"I can't say…Draco?"

"Yes she did," Draco said slowly. "She was…" He looked into Hermione's eyes. "…raped."

"You were, child, why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm wasn't allowed to tell anyone. He said he would kill me if I did."

"Who?"

"I can't say," Hermione answered again.

"It was Weasley," Draco replied to Madam Pomfrey.

"How do you know this, if she isn't allowed to tell anyone?"

"I figured it out on my own. I saw her after it happened. She was crying in the shower, I…she has bruises," he finished.

"When did this happen?"

"Last night," Hermione said softly.

"No wonder your so sick child, you must be so stressed. Dumbledore must be informed of this immediately. Anyway, last question, since you answered yes to the last one. Did you take any type of birth control?"

"No," she said, thinking about it. "But, I felt like this before it happened, so how could that be what is making me sick?"

"I don't know child, I don't know."

Madam Pomfrey left the room muttering things to herself.

"Is she saying what I think she's saying?" Draco asked Hermione after Madam Pomfrey had left.

"I don't see how it's possible, I felt like this yesterday, that happened last night. It must just be stress. I'm too stressed to hold any food down; it can't be that, would it really take affect this early on? I don't think it would. No, that can't possibly be it," she was thinking to herself out loud.

"Hermione, are you saying that you may be…?"

"I don't know, Draco. If the symptoms are like those of morning sickness, that shouldn't happen for another month or so. So why is it happening now. No, that can't be. I can't be. I will kill Weasley if I am, I will murder him."

"You called him Weasley."

"I decided that since I'm never going to talk to him again, I might as well use the formal last name policy."

"Wow, you are changing, do you know that?"

"What do you mean?" She was confused.

"You are changing; you are realizing that those two are no good for you. You are noticing things, finally, after all these years."

"Well if your best friend and boyfriend did something like that to you, you probably would never talk to him again."

"First of all, I wouldn't have a boyfriend. Second of all, if Blaise did something like that to me, I would only speak two words to him ever again. Avada Kedavra."

"You know what I meant," she said with a smile.

"I know, I just felt like I needed to lighten up the mood a little."

"Well, it worked," she said before smiling again and then leaving a small kiss on his lips.

"Do you know that that drives me crazy?"

"It does?" she asked innocently.

"Yes."

"This drives you crazy?" she asked before kissing him again.

"Yes."

"So you want me to stop doing this?" She kissed him again.

"I never said I wanted you to stop," he said before leaning over and kissing her in return. He was pulling away as the Headmaster walked in.

"Ms. Granger, why did you not inform someone of this sooner?" Dumbledore asked as he came in the room.

"I couldn't," she replied.

"Why is that?" Dumbledore asked with haste.

"Because he said he would kill me."

"I'm not sure if I believe that Ms. Granger. Mr. Weasley is a respectable wizard and I think we need to talk to him about it."

"No, headmaster, if he knew I told anyone, then he said that he would…"

"I know, Ms. Granger. But according to Madam Pomfrey, you didn't actually tell anyone, did you?"

"Well, no. Draco figured it out when I was crying in the bathroom."

"So, his threat would not be applicable then, right?"

"I guess so," Hermione said. "I just…I don't want to talk to him."

"Well, you may have to for now. I will send someone to go get him."

"Yes, sir."

Ron was sitting in charms class when the same kid that had came into their potions class that morning, came into this class. He talked to Flitwick, who nodded and the boy left.

"Mr. Weasley, you are needed in the hospital wing."

"Why is everyone going to the hospital wing?" Harry asked. He was clueless.

"I don't know." But Ron did know, and he was going to kill her for this. He grabbed his stuff and left the classroom.

"Ah, Mr. Weasley, I'm glad you have joined us," Dumbledore said softly as Ron entered.

Ron took notice of everyone in the room. Hermione was sitting in the bed, looking awful. Malfoy was sitting on a stool by the bed. Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey were looking at him expectantly.

"Yeah. So why am I here?" Ron asked. He knew, but he wanted to make sure first.

"Well, we have heard some rather disturbing news, and we want to know if it's true."

"What news is that?" he asked innocently.

"You know exactly what he's talking about, Weasley," Draco stared at him with anger.

"No, I don't," he said defensively.

"Boys, please. Mr. Weasley, can I please talk to you in the hall?"

"I guess so," Ron said as he followed the headmaster out the door, but not before turning to Hermione and making a fist, pulling his thumb across his neck. Hermione looked scared. Good.

When Ron had left the room, Hermione started crying again. She could not even stand looking at him. She hated him. She pulled her knees into her chest and laid her head on them, then she let the tears flow.

"Hermione, it wasn't all that bad," Draco tried to comfort her.

"I…I…I hate him," she said through her sobs.

"I know you do. I'm sorry, for everything."

"You're not the one that should be sorry," she said lifting her head up and looking in his eyes again. There was just something about those stone orbs that made her feel better.

"Yes, I should," he said after he took a deep breath.

"Why?" she asked, confused.

"Because, I was the reason you were in the situation in the first place. It was my bet that made the Weasel jealous. It was me, I was the reason that he did that to you."

"No, Draco. I did it, too. I shouldn't have agreed to the bet."

"But I shouldn't have made the bet in the first place. I was actually doing it with the intention of breaking you two up. But I never thought that he would sink so low as to do something like this."

"But why?" she asked. "Why would you want to break us up?"

This was the one question that Draco didn't want to answer. He didn't want her to know about the bet with Blaise. She would feel used.

"Because, you two were just too happy together, he didn't deserve you," he lied.

"Were you…jealous?" she asked in confusion.

"To tell you the truth, I wanted you ever since the train ride here. You've changed Hermione, you are a woman. I'm falling for you, and I don't know why it happened."

Hermione sat there; she didn't know what to say. He actually felt the way for her that she did for him? This was a miracle, she never thought that someone like him, a pureblood, would ever like someone like her, a Mudblood.

"You really like me?"

"Yes, and it's okay if you don't feel the same way."

"Of course I like you, why else would I kiss you when I don't have to."

"I just thought…" but he was cut off by Hermione grabbing his neck and pulling him onto the bed.

"Shut up and kiss me," she said and he happily complied with her request.

A/N: Okay, so I sort of explained it. But it is really clear in the next chapter if you didn't get it in this one.

Also, I'm sorry that Harry isn't really a main character in my story, he will be soon, in around chapter 20, I think. He just really isn't important to the plot at the moment. I just thought that you would like to know that.

Lemons!

Brittany