A/N: Hey all. Well here I am for chapter nine. So I have seven weeks of year twelve left and then I start finding out if I got into University or TAFE. So between now and the end of year 12 I will be busy with last assessments ranging from Science to English. Thanks all for the reviews! You all rock!

DISCLAIMER: I only own the characters made up, nothing else… oh and I own the plot!

Chapter Nine: The Miscarriage

Hermione breathed in deeply to the smell of cooking bacon… eggs… toast… and coffee. She opened her eyes and was welcomed to the view of her television. Frowning, she sat up wondering why she was in her lounge room and not her bedroom. After blinking a few minutes at her television she remembered her unexpected visitor last night. The kitchen door swung open and Hermione turned to look at Draco fully dressed and carrying a tray of food.

"Good morning," he greeted smiling.

"M-morning," yawned Hermione, "What time is it? I have to meet Ginny and Harry at noon."

"Ten to eight. Do you have to go to the office?"

Hermione shook her head no and looked at the tray of bacon, eggs, toast and coffee, "Did you do this?"

"Of course," smiled Draco sitting down beside her, "Thanks for letting me stay."

Hermione smiled at him friendlily, "It's okay. I take it you have to work today?"

"Tonight I do. From eight till 6 in the morning."

Hermione nodded and took a bite of the bacon. It was crispy and not too salty. In other words perfect, "You cook bacon just right."

"Thanks. So why does Potter and Weasley want a muggle wedding?"

"Harry's parents had one you see. Harry wants to feel connected to his parents on his big day, which I find to be understandable. Plus Ginny's father loves muggles and I know he would just be thrilled to be at wedding done the muggle way. Why are you so interested?"

"It's your work, so I am interested."

Hermione placed her fork and knife on the tray and looked at Draco seriously, "Draco…"

"I know what you are going to say Hermione, so save your breath. No strings attached, but come on you ask about my patients all the time. It's only fair that I can ask about your work."

Hermione had feared this would happen as she looked into his eyes, sinking into their depths as she leant forward and kissed him gently. She pulled away smiling a little before picking up her fork and knife and cutting into her egg and eating some.

"You know how to cook," she commented as he stood up.

"Yeah… I should umm… go… parents, you know."

Hermione looked up at him in surprise, "What about your breakfast?"

"I cooked for you to say thankyou."

Hermione stood up, dropping her knife and fork, "You see it too don't you?"

"I do."

Hermione sighed and started pacing, "This why we should never of pursued it Draco! I am so, so stupid and foolish! I should of said no to start with and remained with Ron!"

"And what? Live an unhappy life? This mightn't be forever Hermione but I don't regret and moment of it!"

"That's because you always got what you wanted!"

"You got what you wanted as well! You agreed to it!"

"But… we can't continue it! We just can't."

"Hermione… I will be married to another woman in… most likely within the next year from now… if circumstances change between you and me I would at least like to keep what I've got for the amount of time I can."

Hermione turned to look at him, "What do I do once YOU call it quits? You leave one relationship and go straight into another… for all you know Draco you could fall in love with her and forget all about me."

Draco remained silent, just watching Hermione pace across the floor, running a hand through her tangled curls every few moments. He didn't know what to do. It was meant to be no strings attached and here they were… feelings forming and taking shape, the time they had made reality become torture, yet now reality was this huge red flashing light telling them to slam the breaks on.

"Well at least I will be across the other side of the world and won't have to face you walking through Diagon Alley with whoever you will eventually marry."

Draco frowned and stepped forward. He grabbed her by the arm and ceased her from pacing, causing Hermione to look at him in surprise.

"What do you mean ' the other side of the world' Hermione?" he asked calmly.

"I'm moving. I have an offer to open a store in another country."

"So you're leaving me!"

"You're leaving me first, Draco… this is crazy! We are meant to have a no strings attached relationship and here we are falling in bloody horrible love!"

"It is not horrible!"

"It damn well is considering by the law of your parents it is forbidden!"

Draco lowered his face to Hermione and kissed her tenderly. Hermione relaxed and opened her eyes as he pulled away.

"What is forming between us is not horrible. We can't help what is happening okay? It's just that what we have found is not meant to be for all different reasons. One is my family and two is your career… I have to go. But I will be back."

Hermione nodded and let him kiss her goodbye before he left with a crack. She walked over to the lounge and sat down letting out a deep breath.

"This is wrong… so wrong," she whispered before looking up at her photo of her father, "What do I do Dad?"

Mum…

Hermione jumped up and ran to her room. She hurriedly changed into jeans and a purple button up t-shirt, slipped on her dressy flat-heeled black shoes, bushed her hair and teeth, pocketed her wand and wallet and apperated to her mothers home.

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Her mother looked up at her from the kitchen sink in surprise as Hermione walked into the room. A smile spread across her mothers face as Hermione smiled at her and grabbed a tea towel from the oven handle to help her.

"Hello sweetie," greeted her mother, "What brings you here?"

"Hi Mum… I really need to talk to you."

"I see. What about work?"

"Well you know about the Australia business thing?"

Her mother nodded.

"I only have Harry and Ginny's wedding to do seeing as I have to leave in a few months. And today I have clear because everyone in the wedding has to go and get dresses and stuff made."

Her mother nodded, "But your problem has nothing to do with the wedding and business?"

"Not one bit… remember that Draco person I told you about?"

Her mother nodded, "Dragon Draco."

Hermione smiled, "Yes him… he's not getting married to Pansy anymore… well… we both grew a physical obsession for each other and wrongly acted upon it."

"Your not pregnant are you?"

"No! Not at all… no… see we both said we would have a physical thing, you know no strings attached."

"Hermione! That is not like you at all!"

"I know Mum, believe me I know. But it's grown into something else… and it's wrong because it isn't allowed!"

Her mother let the sink of water out and pulled off her washing gloves and turned to her daughter. Her brown eyes peered at her daughter in confusion as Hermione wiped the last coffee cup dry.

"What are you saying?"

Hermione sighed, "In the Wizarding world there are three common types of people. The Purebloods, like the Weasley's whose family has had generations of witches and wizards, half bloods like Harry, whose mother was a muggleborn witch with no parents or relatives who were witches and wizards and his father was a pureblooded wizard like the Weasley's… and then there is me, a muggleborn with no magic in her family at all. Some purebloods believe they are superior to everyone else because they have been witches and wizards for a long time. These purebloods believe muggleborns are inferior to them and don't deserve to be allowed into the magical world and should… well be slaves or killed. Draco's family believes this… his parents hate my kind with a passion… they were right in with the dark wizard Harry killed."

Her mother looked at Hermione in alarm, "Oh Hermione don't tell me you are falling in love with that Dragon boy!"

"Draco, Mum, his name is Draco… and I am… he is too, for me. But we can't take it further because he is going to be told by his parents any day now that they have found him another wife. Plus I am moving away for work… it's wrong! My friends hate him, he hates them, and his parents detest me because of my blood. I don't know what to do at all… why did I have to start falling for him? I was so foolish to ask him questions and tell him things about me."

Her mother hugged her tightly to calm her down and pulled away looking her in the eye, "What did I tell you about love when you were a little girl?"

"Love is unexpected even at the wrong times. You just have to accept it and treasure it whilst it lasts."

"Exactly. As much as it is going to hurt when the inevitable happens, keep it while you can because one day you could wake and wonder what would've happened had you taken it while you could."

Hermione smiled and nodded. She hugged her Mum and pulled away glancing at her watch. It was 8:45am, plenty of time for a favourite movie of theirs.

"How about we watch Dirty Dancing before I have to go?" suggested Hermione smiling.

Her mother chuckled and agreed, "Your father used to hate it when we watched it and pigged out on junk food."

Hermione laughed as they walked to the lounge room, "I know. I would be made to brush my teeth twice and floss them. Then he would take me to his office and get it professionally cleaned out to stop any form of cavities."

While Hermione sat down her mother placed the DVD in the player and turned to the television on to the DVD channel and soon the two women were engrossed into the formation of Johnny and Baby's relationship.

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"Draco," called his father from the garden as his son passed the reading room's doors that exited out to the garden, "Come here. I have a letter for you from your future wife."

Draco flinched at the words 'future wife' but walked out the doors to his waiting father. Lucius held out the letter, which he took with much reluctance. He opened it and knew his father would expect him to read it out loud for him to hear.

With a deep breath he started at the first word.

"Dear Draco,

"My name is Destinee Evelien Forest. I am currently studying medicine at the magical medicine school 'The Magical Williams Institute of Medicine'. I am eighteen years old and shall be nineteen in December. I hope to make you a happy man with children who shall resemble you greatly as I have heard of how handsome you are.

"I look forward to our meeting in August and wish you a happy birthday.

"Sincerely yours,

Destinee."

Draco folded the letter up and looked at his father, "She's only eighteen father. That is a four year gap between us."

"Your mother and I have a two year one."

"I know, but still that is quite big."

"Age does not matter Draco. Now it is your birthday so I wish you a good one. Your mother and I wish to give you this."

Lucius reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold watch attached to a chain that hooked onto men's robes.

Draco's eyes widened as his father placed it into his hand, "Father this belonged to mothers father."

"I am aware of that and his dying wish was for you to have when you turn twenty two."

Draco turned it over and read his grandfathers name. He looked up at his father and smiled for real.

"Thankyou."

Lucius nodded and instantly changed the topic from getting anymore… well mushier, "You work tonight I assume?"

"Yeah 8pm till ahh… 10am."

Lucius nodded, "Long shift. I assume you get paid well?"

"Forty galleons an hour."

Lucius nodded, even he was amazed at how much his only son was earning at his age, Five hundred and sixty galleons for one shift."

Draco nodded, "Pays well. Well I am going to see Mother. Thanks again Father."

Lucius nodded and watched his son run off into the Manor. He knew Draco was hiding something because he saw the dreading look appear on his face at the mention of August in the letter. Lucius sighed and shook his head. He may not be the best father in the world but Lucius did care about his son. If only Draco would open up too him and tell him the truth. He reached into his robe pocket and pulled out his sons work roster and read that nights shift time. 8PM TO 6AM – DR. DRACO MALFOY.

"What are you up too Draco?" murmured Lucius as he heard his sons and wife's laughter coming from inside the Manor.

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"Hey Harry, Ginny, Ron, Seamus, Neville… Lavender and you must be Michelle," greeted Hermione shaking the strawberry blonde girls hand, "Sorry I am a few minutes late. I was at my mothers and we were watching a movie and then we got caught up chatting about it."

Harry laughed, "It's okay. It's your what? First time being late for something?"

Hermione smiled and shrugged her shoulders, "I guess. Okay," she turned to look at the wedding outfits store called, All Occasions Tailor Made! The woman who owned it knew Hermione from previous customers and loved having Hermione come to her store, although every time she asked if Hermione had a man in her life.

"Now the woman thankfully has a daughter attending Hogwarts and knows all about the magical world. So you are all lucky. Neville… why are you nervous?" frowned Hermione looking at her old housemate.

"Oh umm… well do we have to stand around… in just our underwear?" asked Neville.

Hermione smiled, "No. Come on. Let's get started."

The group walked into the store and were greeted by a extremely welcoming woman dressed in a knee high dress the colour of an orange with matching spaghetti straps and white high heeled sandals. Her hair was out and flowing like a black fountain and her blue shining eyes aimed straight at Hermione who was engulfed in a hug.

"Ahh Hermione! How are you my dear?" she greeted warmly.

"Fine thanks, Bernadette. How is Frederika handling her fourth year at Hogwarts?"

"Brilliantly… so do you have a man?"

"Umm… I would like you to meet the engaged couple, Harry and Ginny."

Bernadette looked at Hermione suspiciously as did Harry, Ginny and Ron. Harry quickly stepped forward and greeted Bernadette, as did Ginny. Soon Bernadette was helping Ginny pick a dress and male dressers had taken Harry, Ron, Seamus and Neville to another dressing room.

Bernadette looked at Ginny frowning, "Pregnant?"

Ginny nodded, "I'll be seven months along at the wedding in September."

"Ah hmm. Lisa! Bring me the maternity line!" called Bernadette, "Any more of you pregnant?"

Hermione, Michelle and Lavender shook their heads in silence.

"What colours are you three dressing in?"

"Pale pastel blue," answered Hermione.

Bernadette smiled, "Magnificent. It doesn't clash with Ginny's hair."

A woman walked in pushing a trolley with dozens of dresses hanging from it. Bernadette smiled at the woman and selected a dress off it and pulled it from it's covering. It was champagne in colour at the top in a thin line right around. The bust area looked to be fitted and the bottom flowed out, causing the silk white to shimmer.

"It's strapless," commented Ginny, "I don't want a strapless dress… I mean it is beautiful… but it is strapless."

Bernadette nodded in understanding, "No non strapless ones then… what else… ah! Here we go!"

She handed Lisa the uncovered one and pulled out another dress. She unzipped the cover and pulled out a dress looking as though it fell out of the forties pile and onto that one bye mistake. The dress as t-shirt sleeves and a neckline like a t-shirt one. The dress it self was two layers. The bottom, white cotton and the top completely lace.

Hermione and Ginny starred at it wide eyed while Lavender and Michelle had taken sudden interest in the carpet.

"Umm… Bernadette?" said Hermione, "What is that?"

"A wedding dress. Ginny said she didn't want a strapless one."

"Yes but I don't want to look like… my grandmother did at her wedding," replied Ginny, "This is my wedding day! I need to look like a bride Harry wants to marry!"

Hermione placed an arm around Ginny to calm her and signalled for Bernadette to pull out another dress.

"Okay," sighed Bernadette pulling out another dress.

It was completely white silk, like the first it was fitted around the bust and flowed out at the bottom. The sleeves were three quarter length while the neckline was rectangle cut and the back completely covered.

"Oh that is nice!" cried Michelle in admiration.

"Not me," replied Ginny, "Sorry."

"Don't apologise I went through this on my wedding," said Bernadette, "I went through twenty dresses before I found the perfect one. Here Lisa. Cover it up."

Ginny sighed and whispered to Hermione, "What if I don't find my dress?"

"Bernadette will have your dream dress. If not she will design one with you for no extra cost."

Ginny nodded and sighed, "I wonder if Harry is having the same trouble."

"Who knows?"

They turned back to see Bernadette pull out a stunning dress. The top part again was fitted and the neckline was a curved v-neck. The shoulder sat close to the edge before becoming lace sleeves. At the ribs the dress belled out in a silk waterfall. The back buttoned up to the shoulder blades with white silk buttons.

Ginny gasped and grinned, "It's perfect! Oh Bernadette you are a genius! I love it!"

Hermione smiled at Bernadette who looked pleased, "My daughter designed it. I'm sure she will be pleased that her dress will be worn by the soon to be Mrs Potter… yes my daughter has told me of Harry's triumphs."

Hermione smiled, "So is that your dress Ginny?"

"Yes!"

"Lisa place this is in dressing room 3 please… now the bridesmaids and maid of honour."

Bernadette hurried out of the room and returned with a trolley of pastel blue gowns, "We'll do the bridesmaids first."

Bernadette uncovered the first pastel blue dress. It was a two piece with a strapless top half that looked like it wrapped around and clipped together at the front. Around the edges of where it looked like it did up were sequins of blue flowers. The skirt flowed out loosely in a silk blue.

"Not exactly what I was looking for my bridesmaids to wear," commented Ginny, "Sorry Lav."

"It's your wedding Ginny," was her reply.

Bernadette nodded and handed the outfit to Lisa to cover. She pulled out another and uncovered it. Everyone gasped at it. The top, like Ginny's was fitted with thin spaghetti straps. At the bottom of the bodice it at sequins sowed around it to the zipper at the back. It flowed out a little, unlike Ginny's, which belled out. The dress fell to what looked like just above the ground.

"Perfect," nodded Ginny, "Absolutely perfect… Lavender, Michelle? Do you both agree?"

The two girls nodded.

"Lisa, take this one and," she eyed Lavender and pulled another one off the shelf, "And this one to dressing room 3… now Hermione… Ah! I have been dying to help you pick a dress, even if it isn't a wedding gown!"

Hermione smiled and waited for Bernadette to pick a dress. Bernadette pulled out one and uncovered it. It was fitted all the way to the waist and belled out widely. The neckline plunged down to just above her bust. The straps were way to thin for either Hermione of Ginny's liking, while the back was done up with a lace string.

"Uh no," said Ginny, "Hermione is not dressing like that at all!"

Bernadette nodded and handed a breathless Lisa the dress to recover. She selected another one and uncovered it. Hermione and Ginny's eyes widened at it in shock. The top was strapless with a thin black strip of material across the top, with a little black bow at the front in the centre. Under the thin black line of material was the pastel blue colour, which flowed down to the bottom. The dress wasn't a full length one and everyone could see the lace fitting.

"No," said Hermione to Ginny, "No."

"What she said," said Ginny to Bernadette, "That dress… sorry to say is as bad as that lace wedding dress you showed me."

Bernadette nodded and looked at Hermione seriously, "I think I know the one you are looking for."

She selected a covered dress from the rack and uncovered it. Hermione's mouth fell open in absolute awe. It was a two-piece dress with the top half being fitted all over. It had spaghetti straps that connected with the small v-neckline. On the front of the dress were six long embroided pictures of flowers in a dark blue that matched the pastel blue perfectly. The bottom half was two layers. The bottom one of silk and the top was perfect pastel blue lace. Along with the dress came a pastel scarf like thing that had little lops to hook onto the fingers.

"Oh Ginny, that one is perfect… if you like it that is," said Hermione eyeing the dress.

"It is perfect and it doesn't out do my dress either," chuckled Ginny, "That's the one Bernadette."

"Okay, follow me to the dressing room and we will begin fittings to make it fit you all perfectly," said Bernadette leading them to a room.

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Draco pulled on his work robe and attached the watch to his robe carefully before placing it into his pocket inside the robe. He grabbed his name badge and hooked it onto the front of his robe before pocketing his wand, which was important for his job, naturally.

He glanced at his watch and saw it was time to leave. With a sigh he apperated, thinking that one day soon he would be living and working with his four year younger wife. He walked over to the sign desk, signed his signature beside his name and headed to the elevator to begin is long, long shift.

As soon as the elevator reached his level he was greeted by a nurse running to him.

"Doctor Draco. Pansy Parkinson is here… she is having severe abdominal pains but won't see anyone else but you!" cried the Nurse.

"Where is she?" he asked.

"Ward 256."

Draco took off in a run down the corridor dodging Doctor's, nurses, visitors and patients. He turned a corner and another before bursting open a door to see Blaise trying to soothe Pansy.

"How long has she been here for?" he asked a nurse in the corner.

"Two hours."

"Why didn't anyone contact me when she demanded to see me?"

"The head doctor wouldn't let us!"

Draco cursed out loud and walked over to Pansy, "Blaise help me lay her on her back."

Blaise nodded and both rolled Pansy off her side. Blaise held her by the shoulders while Draco pushed in areas of her stomach to try and see if he could feel what is wrong.

"Pansy have you been vomiting at all today?"

"I-I'm pregnant what do you expect?" was her pain filled reply.

"More than often?"

Pansy nodded, "A-and my back hurts."

Draco sighed, "Any other odd symptoms?"

"Stomach pain."

"Have you been bleeding?"

Pansy didn't reply, but glanced at a concerned Blaise.

"Pansy? Have you been bleeding?"

"Yes… please tell me the baby is okay! I beg you Draco!"

Draco pulled his wand out and murmured a spell. In the air floated a hologram image of the inside of Pansy. In the centre was a red image. Pansy cried out in alarm while Blaise demanded Draco to tell him why it was red.

"I'm sorry… Pansy you have had a miscarriage."

Pansy screamed out in pain, emotional pain. Draco glanced at the nurse and summoned her over, "Please get me the potion that is used to remove the dead foetus."

The nurse nodded and left without a word. Draco turned back to Pansy who was crying into Blaise's chest while he hugged her, silent tears falling down his cheeks.

"Pansy… I have to give you a potion that will cause the foetus to dissolve inside of you. Is we leave it there untouched other medical problems may occur that will stop you from conceiving again. Do you understand?"

"She does," said Blaise quietly, "Thankyou for everything Draco."

"Here is the potion Doctor Draco."

Draco took the potion from the nurse and directed her to leave. He walked over to a cabinet in the corner of the room and pulled out a syringe with a needle and poured some potion into it. He turned to Pansy, walked over to her and pulled her shirt up a little. With a swab he cleaned a patch of skin and stuck the needle in, pushing the potion into her stomach.

"I'd like to keep you in for the night to make sure no side affects occur. Blaise I will inform the front desk that you can stay with Pansy for the night," said Draco, "In the mean time I have a head doctor to kill."

Without another word Draco left and stormed towards the head doctors office. He pushed the door open and slammed it behind him.

"So, Doctor Flint," snarled Draco to Marcus's Flint's cousin Emery, "Did you enjoy allowing Pansy to have a bloody miscarriage?"

"Draco, how are you?"

"DO NOT change the topic! Because you wouldn't allow anyone to contact me when Pansy demanded to see me, she lost the baby! Are you happy?"

"Sad things happen."

"Sad things can be prevented and because of your… arseholeness this one couldn't. Mark my words when I say you will not hold the position you have much longer," with a glare Draco turned and left, slamming the door behind him. He stormed to his office and grabbed his patient's files before heading to the front desk to inform them about Blaise.

A/N: There you go… another chapter… which is 4,414 words long. The longest yet.. if only essays were this easy! LOL anyway you all know what to do!

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