Unfortunate Fates

Rating: R – contains some smut and language.

Summary: After the Graduation Party, the seventh year students decide to continue their celebrations at a nightclub in Hogsmead. Drinking, grinding, groping is abundant. But one Hermione Granger wants to stay a virgin. So, what happens? Uninvited guests Fred and George Weasley decide to spike her drink. Getting Hermione drunk proves to be a lot more fun than they first thought. She is quite the party animal. But as the night goes on, nobody can find her anymore. Nor can they find Draco Malfoy. Now, two months later, Hermione sits, comforted by her close friends as her life, and the one inside of her seems to be in shambles.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. It all belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling.


Chapter 5:

Draco Malfoy was fuming. Well actually, he was experiencing some new emotion that he couldn't place, so he just told himself that it was anger. How could this be have happened? The one time he didn't use a contraceptive charm the girl became pregnant. And not just any girl, but Hermione Granger!

Sinking into a chair, Draco was surprised to find that he had tears in his eyes. This confused him. Was he sad? No…then why the tears? For the first time in his life longed for a close friend. All his life he had pushed away anyone that had tried to become emotionally attached to him. The result being that there was no one for him to share his feelings with. So what was he supposed to do now?

He remembered the shock he had felt when he had realized what Granger had been trying to tell him. The pain on her face troubled him. No matter how much he hated her, he did not wish any woman to be in her predicament. He had been confused, not knowing what to say. So when Darla called his name he panicked. Abruptly turning away, he had hurried in Darla's direction, ignoring Granger's cries for him to come back. When he heard her start crying, he had paused mid step, considering going back. But he couldn't face her.

Darla, understandably, had been puzzled. "Draco," she had said. "Who's that? Why is she crying? Draco! Answer me!"

But Draco could not answer her. His own mind was in turmoil. For about five minutes, he strode along random streets, unaware that Darla was struggling to keep up with his long steps. Finally he spun around to face her. "Darla, I am awfully sorry, but I think we should stop seeing each other."

She had stared at him blankly, unable to quickly comprehend what he was saying. "Excuse me? What did you just say?"

He looked at her coldly. "I'm dumping you darling."

"But you can't do that!" she protested.

"Oh? And why not?"

"Well, well," she spluttered.

"Well what?"

"You haven't slept with me yet!"

Draco raised an eyebrow at her. "So?"

"But you never dump any girls without sleeping with them first!"

"So?"

"What am I supposed to tell people? What are people going to think of me? I'll be the only girl Draco Malfoy dated but didn't fuck!"

"That's your problem, not mine." And with that, Draco had apparated back to his house. Which was where he was currently brooding over the recent turn of events.

Realising that nothing was going to be solved but sitting around like this, Draco decided to at least go to bed. Hopefully he would come up with a solution in the morning. Stripping off his clothing, his mind drifted back to Graduation Night. Granger had been a good shag. Never had he regretted any of his sexual activities. Till now. God! How could he have been so stupid? Why had he forgotten that one time to cast a contraception charm? All this thinking was giving him a headache so he was thankful that soon after his head hit the pillow he drifted into sleep.


When Draco awoke the next morning, he knew what to do. He would offer Granger life long child support so that she and the child would never be hungry. With his financial status, he would be able to give them more than enough money to live a lavish life. In return, no one must ever find out who the father is. It was a simple thing to ask.

Yes, that was what he would do. Feeling slightly better, he commenced his daily routine of getting ready. While eating his breakfast, he wondered when he should tell Granger about his offer. He thought about his plans for the day. There was a board meeting at one o'clock and a staff meeting at four o'clock. Both could be cancelled. The appointment with a client at eleven o'clock could not be avoided though. So he decided to visit Granger after that.

She was sure to accept his terms. Granger was by no means financially unstable, but it would be difficult for her to work once she gave birth. Besides, she hated him so it was only fitting that she would not tell anyone who the father was. Smiling to himself, Draco considered the problem solved.

At midday, Draco walked out of his office with a broad grin on his face. He was on the brink of snagging the company's biggest deal. Father would be very proud. Suddenly he wondered what his father would say about him impregnating Hermione Granger. The smile slid of his face. If all went well, his father would never have to find out.

Now, it was time to face Granger.

He apparated to the Ministry of Magic and made his way to the Auror's department. At the front desk he asked to see Hermione Granger. He frowned as he was told that she had not come in to the office today. Ever suspicious of anything to do with the Golden Trio, he glanced skeptically around, half expecting to see Granger hiding behind a shelf. Instead, he saw Potter walking towards him with an unpleasant look on his face.

"Mr Malfoy, would you like to leave a message for Ms Granger?" the desk lady was asking.

Without replying he fled from the room. He was in no mood to face Potter, and he was sure that Potter knew about Granger's situation.

Once he was safely outside, standing on the street, he wondered where he would find Granger. He was determined to face her today.

Back in his office, he looked up the wizarding directory. Granger, Hermione was not listed. Slamming the book onto the table, Draco cursed Granger. Why the fuck did she have to get herself a private number? But even unlisted numbers had to be stored somewhere. Picking up the phone, Draco dialed a number.

"Hello?"

"Rusty, my man! Is that you?"

The voice was cautious. "May I know who's speaking?"

"It's Draco, you dumb shit," Draco laughed at his old friend.

"Draco! Sorry, it's been a long time. How's it going man?"

"Yeah, not too bad. How's the wife?"

"Oh, Shirley's just great. Got me self a little girl now too."

Draco cringed. Did he have to bring up children? "Congratulations, mate. Listen, I've got a favour to ask."

"Anything."

"I need you to get me the phone number and address of an unlisted person."

There was silence on the other end. Finally, "Draco, mate, I love you and all, but I can't. I could get fired."

"I really need this favour Rusty. Life and death sort of situation. I can offer a token of appreciation in the monetary form."

Another pause. "How much?"

"How's ten thousand galleons?"

"Holy shit! That much for a lousy phone number?"

"Would you like me to reduce the price? I have no qualms about it."

"No! No, that's ok," Rusty said hastily. "I'll do it…just call me back in about five minutes.

When Draco called back five minutes later, Rusty was waiting for him. He picked up on the first ring. After relaying the information, Rustly asked hesitantly, "Uh, Draco…that money you promised…"

"It'll be transferred by midday tomorrow. You have my word for it."

Draco could hear Rusty's joy through the phone. "Mate, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this."

Without listening to the rest, Draco replaced the receiver. Looking at the address written in front of him, he was surprised to see that it was in muggle London. He could just apparate there, but blind apparitions were not to his taste. The easiest and safest thing to do would be to take muggle transport. For some odd reason, he didn't even think about calling a cab. He simply walked out of the building to the nearest train station.

Waiting for the train to arrive, Draco, satisfied with the decision he had come to, starting thinking about pending business in the company that he had to attend to. But half an hour later, while seated next to a plump woman with extremely bad body odour, his mind began to wonder, as did his eyes. At first, he looked at a voluptuous lady in tastefully revealing clothes. Then, his gaze slid to a family sitting a few seats behind her. There was a mother, a father and a little girl of about five. The child was complaining loudly to her parents. "Mummy, I don't want to go to Nana's again! She makes me listen to all her boring stories about how she saved the farm when Pop went off to fight the war." The girl's parents looked annoyed and slightly embarrassed at the loud noise she was making.

"Amy, behave yourself. Nana's sick, she needs our help," the mother said.

"But mummy…"

"I think it would be wise to listen to your mother, Amy," the father interjected.

The little girl slumped in her seat and scowled. The family of three was silent for a while. A few minutes later, unable to stand the silence between everyone, Amy clambered onto her mother's lap and planted a kiss on her cheek. A smile glowed on the lady's face.

"I'm sorry I argued, mummy. I promise I'll be good, even if Nana does start telling boring stories."

"It's okay, sweetie. Tell you what, if you can be good this weekend, how about we go to Paulini's for lunch on the way back home?"

"Paulini's! Yes, mummy, could we, please?"

Draco watched, transfixed, as the three shared a special family moment. Though the train was crowded with people, the little family seemed totally unaware, content with just themselves.

Something stirred deep within him. Feeling confused, he almost forgot to get off at the right stop. Stumbling onto the platform, Draco just stood there for a while, trying to rearrange his thoughts. Focus mate, he told himself.

Now that he was near Granger's house, he wondered how to actually get there. He went to the ticket counter and asked the elderly man how he might get to her street. Looking at him bemusedly, the old man handed him a small map of the area.

Standing on the footpath outside the station, Draco examined the map. It was a bit confusing at first, but eventually he figured out the route he had to take. Surprisingly, it only took him five minutes to walk to her house.

He examined the place from the other side of the road. It was a small but nice looking place. He supposed it was enough for her since she lived alone. For almost fifteen minutes Draco didn't move, lost in his own thoughts. How did I get myself into this situation? He wondered to himself.

Seeing a bit of movement inside the house, Draco decided to get it over and done with before he lost his nerve. He walked up the stairs and rang the bell. While waiting for the door to be answered, he thought suddenly of the family from the train. An odd sensation settled in his stomach, making him feel highly uncomfortable. He was shaken out of his thoughts though, when the door opened. Instead of seeing Granger though, he came face to face with one of the Patil twins, he didn't know which. She smiled warmly at first, but then upon realizing who it was, scowled.

"What the fuck are you doing here Malfoy?" she hissed.

"Umm…" Draco started uncertainly.

"Who is it Padma?" a voice came from inside the house. Then the other twin appeared behind her sister.

"Oh…" was all she said, shooting Padma a look.

Once again Padma spoke, "Well? What do you want?"

"I, um, I want to, um, I would like to talk to Granger," he said, wishing the ground would just swallow him up.

"Well, she doesn't want to talk to you!" Parvati replied, and began shutting the door in his face.

"No! Wait!" he held his hand out to stop the door from closing.

"Fuck off Malfoy! Just leave her in peace!" Parvati almost shrieked.

Hearing the commotion, Hermione herself came up behind them. "What's going on girls? Who's at the door?"

Padma rushed to Hermione and tried to steer her back into the house. "It's no one, just an annoying sales guy. Don't worry about it hunny."

Annoyed, Draco said, "What the hell are you talking about Patil? I am certainly not a sales guy and I would like to talk to Granger now!"

Hermione gave a little jolt at the shock of hearing his voice. "Malfoy?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes, I would believe so. Now, if you wouldn't mind, could you please open the door so that I can actually see who I'm speaking too?"

Parvati reluctantly opened the door, after getting a nod of approval from Hermione.

"Okay, Malfoy, now what do you want?" this time it was Hermione demanding an answer.

"Uh, would it be alright if we talked in private?" he inclined his head so she understood his meaning.

But so did the twins. "No way!" Parvati shouted.

"Yeah," Padma continued. "Whatever Malfoy has to say he can say it in front of us too."

Draco sent them both death glares. "Do you mind? This is a private matter between Granger and myself."

"Well, actually we do mind. You see, Hermione's our friend. Not that you'd understand what that means. You don't have any friends, well not real ones anyway," Padma sneered at him.

Resisting the urge to hex her, Draco just sent Hermione a helpless look.

"Um, guys, maybe you should go…" she said tentatively.

"Are you sure babes?" they asked her.

"Yeah, I think so," she replied hesitantly.

Taking turns to kiss her on the forehead, the twins apparated away, but not before death glaring Malfoy.

Now that he was alone with her, Malfoy didn't feel any more comfortable or confident. An uncomfortable silence filled the air around them. For some reason, the family on the train kept coming back to him. Why though? What was it about them that trouble him so?

"Uh…" he started.

Hermione just looked at him with a mixture of fear, hope and forlornness.

"About that…uh…issue…"

Hermione's eyes flashed. "Is that all you think this is? An issue? Well for you information Malfoy, this is my life!"

"Calm down Granger. Just hear me out."

She looked at him expectantly. "Okay."

"Well, I've thought about it a lot and only one solution came to mind," he said. The little girl from the train came back to him and his head spun. "I don't want to be a part of yours or your child's life." He grimaced at the shocked look that rippled across her face. Forcibly swallowing the lump in his throat he forced himself to continue. "I will provide you with life long child support, more that enough for you to live comfortably." By the time he finished that sentence his voice had turned monotonous.

"I can't believe what I'm hearing!" Hermione said in disbelief. "This is your child, Malfoy!"

Draco recalled how happy Rusty's voice had sounded when he had told Draco about his little baby daughter. He remembered the adoring looks the parents on the train had given their daugher. Something inside him snapped and suddenly he needed to get out of there. He ignored the comments Hermione had just made. "Just one more thing Granger. In order for this child support, you must swear to never another soul who the father is. I will have the appropriate papers delivered to you in a couple of days."

Unable to even look at her face, Draco fumbled to get his wand out of his pocket and apparated away, leaving a dumbfounded Hermione staring at a now empty space.

Sinking to the ground, fresh tears racked Hermione's body. What had she done to deserve this? She could understand that Malfoy wanted nothing to do with her, but…his attitude towards the child…

Now she wished that she had not asked the twins to leave. She urged for friendly company to fill the empty void that was inside of her. She walked into her bedroom and let her owl, Cassidy, out of her cage. Quickly she scribbled on a piece of parchment;

Harry, Ron, I really need you guys at the moment. Only if you're not to busy of course. Love Hermione

Hermione watched Cassidy fly into the distance, before collapsing onto her bed.


Hey, guys! Soooooooooo sorry about not updating in like a year. I had no motivation to keep writing and there was so much crap going on in my life, I just couldn't be bothered trying to create a story. Now, however, I've sorted out a lot of things in my life. Even though I'm in year 11 now, and I'll be really busy, I should be able to keep updating both my stories.

Thank you soooooooooooo much to everyone who reviewed, and to all the people who urged me not to abandon my stories! I love you all.

I'll be updating The Apple of My Eye very soon.

Love,

A vision of violets

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