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Just a quick note… I forgot to add this at the start of the story so I'll do it now. I mention a lot of royal people and the countries they own. Well I don't really know if the mentioned countries have noble people so I simply made it all up… that's all…

Chapter six

It took her a few minutes to calm down and when she did he asked her again.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you remember Halloween night?" she asked, folding and unfolding her hands in her lap. Malfoy smiled slightly as he remembered the trail of kisses Hermione had sent down his neck that unforgivable night in the one desk classroom. "Yeah"

"Well…I think I'm pregnant!" she blurted out before breaking into a fresh flow of tears.

"What…" Malfoy said, dumbfounded. "What do you mean you think you are?"

"Well I've missed my period, I've been getting headaches, dizziness and nausea… and my boobs hurt."

"But you don't know if you are. Have you taken a test? Take a test…right now."

Hermione sniffed miserably and reached over and pressed a buzzer on her beside table. Kellie came in a few minutes later.

"What can I do for you, miss?" she asked with a curious glance at the beaten Malfoy.

"I need a pregnancy test," Hermione said numbly. Kellie's jaw dropped and she looked from Hermione to Draco then back to Hermione. "Please, Kellie, don't make this harder."

"Right away, miss" she hurried from the room, only to return a few minutes later with a home pregnancy kit.

"Pink I'm pregnant, blue I'm not" Hermione read from the back "well here goes…" she went into the bathroom to use it as Kellie left the room, leaving them with some privacy. Malfoy got up and began pacing the room. Hermione emerged a few minutes later holding a little white stick.

"Well?" Malfoy came striding over to her.

"It hasn't said yet."

They stood together, to the side of Hermione's room, staring at the little white stick. Slowly, and very agonisingly, the tab on the end began to change colour.

Pink.

Hermione let it fall from her hand as she too fell to her knees. Malfoy's hands flew to his head and he walked out onto her private balcony. Hermione could feel her whole life simply falling away around her. She sat on her knees as if she'd been shot. She didn't make a noise, she was barely breathing. Glistening tears fell down her cheeks as she watched Malfoy outside, a dark figure silhouetted in the gentle snowfall. He was leaning on the balcony rail with his head in his hands. Hermione wondered if he was crying.

The door opened and Mel came dashing in.

"Hermione, I…" she trailed off when she saw her friend in pieces on the ground.

"Hermione, what happened?" she knelt down beside her and looked at the little white stick on the ground. Her hand flew to her mouth and she looked up at Hermione. Hermione didn't notice. She was still watching Malfoy. Mel followed her gaze to the boy outside. She understood straight away. That's what Hermione loved about her.

"I'll come back later" she whispered and left. Malfoy looked up when the door snapped shut. He stared at Hermione for a moment before straightening up and coming back inside.

"I'm so sorry" he whispered, pulling her to her feet and into a tight embrace.

"What for?"

"If I hadn't been thinking of my dick I would have used a condom…or not been there at all"

"You planned to do that?"

"No. Not until we were doing it"

He kissed her forehead and hugged her tighter.

"What are we going to do?" she moaned softly, resting her head on his chest.

"You'll have to get an abortion," he said abruptly and suddenly his hold on her didn't seem so warm. She pulled away slowly and stared at him.

"That's murder"

"Well what else are you going to do?"

"Have it"

"I'm not ready to get married. Your not ready to get married!"

"What are you talking about?"

"The kid's royal. You can't have a royal child out of wedlock"

"Is there a law?"

"Yes"

"I don't want an abortion…"

"You have to, Hermione!" he said loudly, stepping away from her.

"It's murder! I can't kill my baby! Our baby!"

"Your to young to be stuck with a kid! We both are! We're not in love… we're not even together. Do you even want to keep it?"

"I…I don't know"

"It's for the best. Having a kid will screw up your life completely. I…" he trailed of as Hermione pressed a finger to his lips.

"Someone's coming." She whispered, glancing at the floor below her. "Go. We can talk about this later."

"But…"

"Go!"

Malfoy ran to the door and, with a last glance back, ran off. A few minutes later Clarisse came in.

"Have you seen Draco, dear?" she asked, not even noticing that Hermione was upset.

"No"

"We just need to make sure he's ok… are you ok?"

"I'm fine" Hermione lied. "The fight just shook me up a bit, that's all."

"It's all over now, love," she cooed, putting an arm around Hermione. "I wonder what they were fighting about?"

"Me" Hermione informed her simply.

"You? Why were they fighting over you?"

"Frederick attacked me. Mal-Draco came to my rescue" Hermione shrugged as if she no longer cared.

"Oh I'm sorry. You better go to bed now, you look exhausted"

Hermione obeyed her mother and went to bed, only to have fitful dreams starting with Frederick raping her and getting her pregnant and Malfoy coming in screaming about how she had betrayed him and that she had to get rid of it. He cut the child out himself, with a pocketknife.

Hermione spent the next few days faking a smile or laugh for everyone before going back to her room to cry. She had no idea what she was going to do. She didn't want an abortion; there was something growing inside her and she was starting to feel a little affectionate towards it. On the other hand, she didn't want to marry Malfoy. She'd looked up the law he had spoken of and it was indeed true. Also, she soon found out, if the baby was a girl it would be shipped off to some muggle city and Hermione wouldn't see it again until it was sixteen. She had wondered briefly if this was how her mother had felt.

Kellie helped her out a bit by comforting her at night and offering to tell her parents, or book her into a clinic but Hermione soon became so overloaded with grief that, on new years eve, she knew she'd have to tell someone else.

Charlie was giving her driving lessons in her new car early that morning when she suddenly pulled over to the side of the road and blurted it out.

"I guessed as much. With the Malfoy kid?"

"How did you know?" Hermione sniffed slightly, urging her tears not to fall.

"I could tell by the way you acted around him." Charlie stretched his arm along the back of the seat. "You ran off with him that night and ever since you've bet upset and physically and mentally worn. You know, Hermione, my sister got pregnant at your age."

"Did she keep it?" Hermione asked eagerly, hoping that this would give her some kind of insight.

"She did. But she's constantly moving around because she has no money and the guy she's with is a complete screw up. But you have a different situation. You can provide for a child, so can Malfoy."

"I don't want to marry him, though" Hermione said dully, starting the car up again and pulling back onto the road.

"Well I'm sorry, Hermione, but this is something you'll have to figure out with him."

Back in her room, Hermione was getting ready for the New Years Eve party being held in Scotland that night when she heard a rustling by the window. She glanced up and saw someone moving outside. She tiptoed over but the second she went to throw open the window someone grabbed her from behind and stuffed her head in a black silk bag.

"Lets go" a gruff voice said and Hermione was jostled forward, unable to scream because of a hand over mouth. Suddenly she felt herself falling. She landed heavily in someone else's arms and they dragged her away.

For a long time Hermione had to simply run alongside these people, scared of what could happen, or what they might do.

They suddenly stopped and Hermione was forced to the ground. The bag was pulled from her head and she caught a glimpse of someone tying her hands behind her back. They were in a clearing of a forest.

"G'day, Princess!" a young looking man with curly blonde hair and fairly dark skin grinned at her and pulled her into a sitting position.

"You shouldn't of taken that off" the owner of the gruff voice was standing a few feet away, he was an older man with short grey hair and a stubbly face, standing and glaring at the other with his arms crossed.

"Ah leave her be. Let her see light before we kill her" a third voice said and Hermione craned her neck to see who he was. He looked native with olive skin and long black hair tied back in a ponytail.

"You're going to kill me?" Hermione asked with much foreboding. Well at least that would solve her baby problem.

"P'haps" the first one said. Hermione figured that he was Australian. "We'll have to wait an' see what the boss says, first"

"Whose your boss?"

"Don't be silly, Princess" the native said. He was watching a spot in the forest. "We can't tell you that."

"You bin watchin' to many cop movies, love" the Aussie said, still grinning. "Real assassins don't give out their names or who they work for. That's just stupid"

"Fine"

"There's the portkey," the grey haired man said, pointing at a spot when a knife had just appeared.

Portkey? Well at least she knew they were magic.

The native went to pick it up and all three of them put a hand on it before pressing it to Hermione's throat. The Aussie put the bag back on her head and she felt a sudden jerk behind her navel and suddenly she was sitting on a stone floor.

"Give us a look," said a different, younger voice. The assassins stepped aside and someone removed Hermione's blindfold. Hermione opened her eyes and saw Malfoy staring at her. He blinked.

"You got the wrong one…again!" he shouted at the assassins. They didn't move.

"Oh so this is a regular thing for you, is it?" Hermione snapped. She would have jumped up and throttled him if the knife hadn't still been at her neck. "You just pick any old princess and get your assassins to kidnap her!"

"I was joking!" he said hastily "let her up."

The native took the knife away and the Aussie held out a hand.

"Nice workin' with you, Princess" he grinned and they three of them strolled out. Hermione looked around. There were in a stone hall with stone Gargoyles mounted on the wall and torches in brackets between each one.

"Welcome to my palace" Malfoy spread his arms wide.

"It's a bit cold, isn't it?"

"Only this room. But it grows on you"

"Why did you bring me here?"

"We have to talk" he took her by the elbow and led her through a set of doors at the end of the hall. He was right; the rest of the palace was nice. The room they had just walked into was a cosy parlour painted a natural red colour. A few couches were scattered around a crackling fire. Malfoy led her over to one of these and sat her down.

"Have you decided?"

"On what?"

"Don't be stupid, Granger, on what your going to do about that" he pointed at her stomach which was, thankfully, not showing any signs of child bearing… yet.

"No"

"Jesus Granger! You have to decide! I can't keep kidnapping you to find out, you know!"

"I really, really can't decide," she murmured.

"Well let's have a look at this…Logically. Do you really want to have the child? We don't want to get married. We're not in love. We barely know each other… hell we don't even call each other by our first names! Do you really want to let the kid grow up in a world where there is no love? Where we probably won't love him or her? And if it's a girl? It'll get shipped off to god knows where. If it's a boy then you're stuck with it for life! That's why you have to have an abortion!"

"I don't know…"

"You don't know what? That's all you can say! A simple yes or no will be satisfactory!"

"You don't understand!" Hermione stated, tears of frustration trickling down her cheeks. "There is something growing inside of me! Another human! And…and I think I am falling in love with it"

Malfoy slammed his fist down on the arm of the chair. "God damn it, Granger!"

Narcissa Malfoy made her entry at that moment.

"Oh, hello, Hermione, Dear" she said; only mildly surprised that she was there. She turned to Malfoy. "Sweetheart, you'll have to send her home now. You have to get ready for tonight"

"Right" Malfoy said through clenched teeth. His mother smiled and left.

"Why wasn't she surprised to see me? Do you bring chicks home regularly or something?"

"No. I told her."

"Told her what?"

"About you… and that. She badgered it out of me when we got home and she found me… upset."

Hermione stood up. "Give me a few more hours. I'll tell you tonight"

"Ok" he picked up a pamphlet from a small counter and handed it to Hermione.

It was her portkey home.

She landed on her feet in her empty bedroom. She steadied herself before glancing at the pamphlet. It was about abortions. She tossed it aside and continued to get ready.

The party was at Jamie-Lyn's manor by the sea and it was casual wear so Hermione was permitted to wear jeans, a tank top and a huge black jumper.

On dark, she, Charlie and her parents took a helicopter over to Scotland.

The Manor was only three stories high, though quite spread out. It had a large patio over the beach with a band set up on it. Most of the guests were milling around in the open parlour that was joined to the patio, drinking martinis and vodka.

"You can drink tonight if you wish" Clarisse informed Hermione as the entered the manor via a garden door.

Hermione nodded dully. She had no intention of drinking, mostly because her body was telling her not to but also because the last time she'd gotten drunk she'd ended up pregnant.

Jamie-Lyn called Hermione over to a small table where she and a few other noble girls varying from thirteen to twenty-one, were chatting happily about boys.

"Samuel asked me to marry him last week" one of the older girls, Kate, informed her friends. They giggled excitedly. Hermione merely rolled her eyes.

"David will ask me any day now!" Tracy said. Tracy was only fourteen and Hermione wondered why she was so eager to tie the knot.

"You know who I'd like to be asked by?" Lilly whispered. "Draco Malfoy!"

They giggled again.

"He'll ask me first!" Jamie-Lyn said huffily.

"No way!" Lilly said crossly. "Did you know he invited me to his palace before the Yule ball?"

"Liar!" Jamie-Lyn was quickly becoming out of control. Hermione decided it was time to leave so she wandered off in search of someone else to chat to.

For the next few hours, until ten, Hermione talked to some of the more pleasant girls her age. She soon found that they would prefer to go to university rather than get married. She was really hitting it off with a young Polish witch called Tamara whose mother was the duchess of Poland when Frederick pulled her aside.

"Listen, Hermione" he muttered. "I'm really sorry about the other night. I'd had too much to drink. I didn't mean anything by it."

"That's ok, Frederick. I just…" Nausea suddenly hit her and she almost fainted. Frederick caught her and a few people crowded around to make sure she was ok.

"I'm fine. I just need fresh air, that's all" she muttered, pushing through the crowd and out onto the huge patio. There were four people standing in a tight group on the beach and it took Hermione a moment to realise that it was Malfoy and his three assassins. Hermione frowned and ran down the steps onto the sand.

The Aussie spotted her first and he grinned.

"G'day Princess!" he moved over so she could join the circle.

"What are you doing?" she directed at Malfoy.

"Just a sec." He replied before turning back to the other three men. "Every single room needs to be checked. Her bedroom is where is probably the most likely place it would be. Look under the mattress and check the walls and pictures for hidden vaults and such. Right-o. Bruce, your on the top floor." The grey haired man nodded curtly and apparated. "Anik, you've got the bottom floor, Mark, you're in the middle. Don't leave until you find that file." The native and Aussie apparated, leaving Hermione and Malfoy quite alone.

Never was and never will be
you don't know how you betrayed me
and somehow you've got everybody fooled.

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