1I am sooo sorry I didn't get out my chapter yesterday! I was at my grandparents, so I couldn't get it out over there. I hope you think this chapter is worth the wait! I'm sorry if this chapter is short, but I didn't want to draw it out too much!

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Chapter 11: Surprises and Unpleasant Circumstances

She had turned down Malfoy's offer. How could she spend a day out with that prat? But the next day, Hermione awoke to a pain in her stomach and cold, wet bed sheets. It felt as though her entire lower half were on fire.

'This is odd...what's happening? It couldn't possibly be...no, it just couldn't.'

Once again the pain started, continued for a minute, and then stopped. Five minutes later it happened again.

'OH MY GOD!'

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs. "HELP ME, I'M HAVING CONTRACTIONS!" Somebody came running into her room. Hermione didn't care who it was, as long as someone was there. She blindly grabbed whatever she could of them, and pulled them closer, only to see that it was Malfoy. He apparently seemed shaken that someone who had rejected him the day before was so anxious to see him now.

"Get...wand..." She panted. "Make...stop...early! Too early!" Hermione started to moan, clutching her stomach. The contractions were getting much closer now, impossible to stop. She had informed them all too late.

"LORD VOLDEMORT!"

'Why is she screaming for Voldemort?' Draco wondered. His question was answered with a small pop too his left.

"Sir, it's Hermione...she's...she's having..." Draco stuttered.

"I'M HAVING MY BABY!"

"But, it's much too early. This can't be happening." Voldemort muttered, astonished.

"Make it stop. MAKE IT STOP!" Hermione groaned.

"Hermione, I might be able to make this stop, but nothing is certain. If I perform this spell and it works, your child will be deformed. It might be retarded. Are you willing for this to happen?" Voldemort whispered.

"Anything! Do anything!"

"Very well." He pointed his wand at her stomach. "Finite la infantantia! (A/N I made that up!)"

Hermione's stomach began to glow red as she moaned and prayed for this to work. The glowing ceased. A minute afterward, Hermione cried out in pain again. Voldemort walked between her legs and saw a baby's head crowning.

"It didn't work." He whispered, seeming, for a moment, sad. "Hermione, there is a small chance this baby may still live. You have to push, ok? PUSH!"

Hermione started to cry. "It's sob too early."

"Just push, dammit!"

'He cursed at me!' She thought, taken aback But she did start to push. Draco ran to tell the others what was happening. He burst into his father's office.

"Hermione's having her baby early!" He yelled, shortly thereafter running to tell his mother. Lucius apparated to Hermione's room.

Hermione was curled into the fetal position on her bed, wailing her heart out. Voldemort sat in the corner, staring at a bundle in his arms. It wasn't screaming, or kicking, or showing any other signs of life.

The child of Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, Hermione's last source of hope in the world, was dead.

-THE NEXT DAY-

Draco came into Hermione's room as quietly as he could. She heard him anyway.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" She sniffed, still mourning her child.

"I came to ask you again if you wanted to go into town to...get your mind...off...things." He finished lamely. Hermione laughed lightly, surprising Draco.

"Don't you see, Malfoy? I have NOTHING left! Harry, my boyfriend, is dead. Our child, the only source of my happiness, is dead. Ron, My best friend, is dead. Ginny, who was like my own sister, is dead. My parents are dead. Every last one of the Weasley's is dead. Everyone I loved is dead! And I've become a Death Eater to save a child who died anyway." She softly began to cry again.

"Granger, don't you see?" Draco softly began, "Anyone who talked to Voldemort as you do would be dead. He cares for you as his daughter. Blaise thought you were an interesting person-"

Hermione snorted as she cut him off and cried more tears. "Yeah, right. He just wanted to lay me."

"And furthermore," Draco continued loudly, "I think...I may love you, Hermione."

His words hung in the air, and he couldn't believed he said them. He didn't love anyone! She was merely a challenge to him. A conquest and nothing more. Or was she? Draco supposed not. And he had said her first name, damn it! Hermione's face was one of shocked confusion

"I think I may love you too...Draco." His name sounded so right coming from her lips. "And that's what scares me."

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So what did you think? Short, I know, but I didn't want to become too wordy! Review, please!