"Done!" she sighed and took a sip of her tea. Although she had finished two essays she still felt empty and un completed.

Draco Malfoy has created too many problems for Hermione Granger. How was it fair for her? He went to one girl to the next, finally Hermione had thought he had changed but she was pathetic to believe it.

Oh god. She thought. The pains are back . She clenched her stomach, why would she put herself in this position? Why would she ever fall in love with a boy who had no heart? She let a out a tiny cry, why do I feel this way? She thought.

"Why Hermione," She asked herself.

Crookshanks jumped on her stomach and Hermione let out a loud cry.

As Malfoy sat in the lounge he thought about everything that had happened this semester during school. It worried him that Pansy could at any time go to his farther. He hated feeling defeat, he hated the feeling of being controlled by some one who was even my twisted then he was. He rested his head on the pillow of couch and closed his eyes. Images of Hermione pasted threw his mind. He wanted to hold, embrace, and maybe even love this girl. Or so he though he wanted. He remember her warm kisses and how he felt whole when she touched him. It was the feeling of being loved and he wanted to hold that feeling the most. But he wouldn't.

Draco, why would you do it? Why would you get this deep with a girl who loves books more then anything else in the world? He laughed at his own thoughts. But he couldn't get her out of his head.

Then he heard something it came from Hermione's room. He ignored it. Maybe she was going at it with Weasley again the though sickened him so much he felt un pleasant and as if his stomach had more then just butterflies in it. But that sound again he heard it, again. Now he felt like putting on his smirk, and showing Hermione that she couldn't have sex with him being in the same dorm only he could do that. He stood up and walked to her room and opened the door.

"What the hell is your Problem Grang-"He couldn't finish his sentence, he saw Hermione curled up in a ball holding her stomach, she didn't even brother looking up at him. He couldn't show his emotion to her but it was so hard.

"Her-…"He stopped dead in his sentence she didn't love him, why should he be here. But he couldn't leave her. He loved her and he had to help her.

"Hermione what-"

"Malfoy go away," she gasped. It hurt to talk, to breath, it hurt every where.

"Hermione I'm not-"

"Do you not understand Malfoy," he flinched she had used his last name.

"I don't need your help!" She was on the verge of yelling but the pain was excruciating.

He began towards the door until he saw a red stain on her stomach where she had been holding her stomach, he couldn't leave her. He was going to take her to the Hospital wing if she wanted to go or not. He went to reach under her but she moved.

"Hermione your bleeding we have to take you to the Hospital wing," he motioned to grab her but she moved again.

"Draco I don't need your help. I don't need you!"

It was silent he just stood there, but he actually felt like he was broken. As if every bone in his body broke at the same time. He wanted to sit lie down but he would try not to show any more weakness then he had to. He didn't know what to do. But as Hermione looked up at him for the first time she saw in his eyes the same emptiness she had when she had seen him with Pansy. Malfoy stood there and he didn't know what to do so he went to the door, and looked back at her.

"Malfoy..." Hermione spoke in a quiet voice. But his gaze hurt more then her stomach did.

"Draco…I didn't" She began to explain herself but he was already out the door.

"MALFOY!" She screamed.

He didn't stop he wanted to die. He was full of anger, sadness, and most of all rage. He wanted to hit her, he wanted to kiss her, he wanted to die. His footsteps were quick and short but he had heard Hermione scream his name. He didn't care. He never would again.

Hermione got up with a great deal of pain. Her wand in her pocket, her hand on her stomach trying to catch up with Malfoy, he still loved her. Why had she been so stupid? She caught up with him he was standing up leaning again the wall. He looked like he had never been seen like this before. He looked vulnerable. She limped over to his side and grabbed hold of his arm. The pain, she couldn't take it much longer.

"I didn't think you loved me," she spoke in quick breaths; she would faint if the pain kept up. He pulled away from her. She fell on the ground and she began to shake. Tears were pouring out from her chocolate brown eyes.

"You don't understand you were kissing her," she wanted to say more but she now understand. He had seen her with Ron. He looked over at her with a great deal of pain in his eyes the passion in his face could be seen anywhere, he knew exactly what she was thinking and she knew it. No one spoke. They didn't have to speak to know what was going on. They had both made stupid mistakes and neither were up to talking about them.

"Malfoy…I..." She felt dizzy the tears drenched her face with saltiness. The pain was too much she began closing her eyes slowing the time seemed to have stopped it seemed she was falling into darkness. She had fainted.

Malfoy watched as she closed her eyes, they didn't open. The blood from her wound was increasing it started to spread over the floor. Maybe he wanted her to die. But did he honestly want that. It took him a few minutes but she had once told him to listen to his heart, or maybe he heard it off some muggle movie. No. H e went to grab her when the portrait flew open.

It was Pansy Parkinson She looked over at Malfoy and had such and evil look on her face.

"So I see instead on loving her you are going to kill her…" She smirked.

"So what's next I want to see you finish her."

Draco Malfoy life had just become incredibly complicated that it had ever been.

Madi; sorry I haven't written much I'm going to finish this os don't worry and I have worked on my spelling so have fun readding