My Baby's Daddy
Author's Note:Those of you that had read the first chapter before it will be the same except I have altered some of the events to make sense and such, it will greatly explain the story and what is going on. Thank you for giving me time to do this and being patient with me as well, the details of the story will be more elaborate than before. So please enjoy this alteration and hopefully many of you will understand what is going on. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Diminished
I'm late! I'm late! I'M LATE? Were the words that kept on repeating in her head as she rushed over to the nearest toilets and spilled out her contents in her stomach to the toilet. She was pale and looked like she was under a lot of stress, she went over to the sinks and splashed ice cold water on her face to cool her down, raising her eyes to the broken mirror she gazed at her appearance. Her hair was slightly disheveled with a messy bun since she had no time to do her hair, dark bags were under her eyes of all the sleep that she has lost and her skin that use to be a beautiful ivory color was now almost pale white. She admits, that right now she doesn't look all that great, but give her time and she will pull through. Grabbing her somewhat heavy book bag and heaving it onto her shoulders she left the bathroom and returned to the hallways were people pointed and whispered about her. She kept her held low and walked silently by hoping that she could become invisible on the spot, somehow jumping out the window didn't seem as bad as she thought. She rounded a corner quickly without even looking where she was going and bumped into a heavy figure that knocked her down on her arse. She looked up to see three Slytherins that she despised and one Slytherin that she love and still does, no matter how many times she tried to deny it. His bluish-greyish eyes were the ones that she fell in love with but now they're just stone cold grey, the way he looked at her was the way he looked at her five years ago. He stood tall with broad shoulders and very muscular arms that made every girl sway just to 'want' to be held by him, his chest that she knows he has a six pack personally, when others only know from the rumors or actually seeing him take off his shirt during practice when he got really hot and sweaty, and his legs were long and great she blushed whenever she daydreamed or remembered what happen those faithful days or nights.
He gazed at her coldly as she slowly got up from the ground and stood up, her eyes softened when she held his gaze. Her eyes were opening pleading with eyes to return to the person she once loved and cherished, not the person she hated and despised. "Well if it isn't Muddy," said a cold feminine voice. Her eyes snapped towards the speaker and her eyes narrowed in rage of just being called that. A girl stood next to him, she stood below his chin. She had long dark brown hair and ice blue piercing eyes, her figure was perfect and so was he stance, since she had one arm wrapped around his. The only disfiguring look she had that through her face off was her nose: it was the shape of a pug. Even though she had that nose she was a beauty and most wanted as well, she was not skinny like a model but she is petite.
"Parkinson," she growled in a warning tone.
"Granger." She mocked. Hermione pulled out her wand and aimed it at Parkinson ready to attack but she did not. Parkinson stood there examining her nails as if this was extremely boring her, this aggravated her more.
"Draw your wand whore!" Hermione snapped earning a sneer from Parkinson as her hand fell limp to her side.
"My dear if anyone is a whore around here…it's you." The grey-eyed guy snarled back maliciously.
Hermione took a step back as though she was punched in the stomach; her insides froze when she heard him say that. Her heart, to her, it felt like it stopped beating for a moment. He couldn't believe that he, of all people, would say that to her! "Draco…" she whispered painfully.
His eyes hardened that made her breath catch in her throat, he gazed at her like that for a long time until she heard Parkinson saying something about going to be late to class, they left together with the two brainless thugs following them like dogs, Crabbe and Goyle, they didn't care though. As long as they stood by the King and Queen of Slytherin it didn't matter to them. They brushed past Hermione roughly as Parkinson gave her a haunting smile as they left, Hermione didn't turn or run since she felt as though she were frozen.
Her heart was crushed and left on the floor, stepped on as he walked away from her. No matter if he acted this cruelly towards her she still loved him a lot and didn't want to let that go, she wanted him to come back and sweep her off his feet and tell her he loved her again. To see him smile or his eyes brighten whenever he was around her, for him to kiss her passionately and tell her he would never let go of her.
The memories that she had of him before this happened…before he became the person she hated yet still loved, the person she gave up everything for was walking away from her and taking her heart with him.
She couldn't take this anymore when she felt the room begin to spin and blur, her vision blackened when she collapsed on the stone floor in the empty hallway where everybody was in class. She was alone. The last thought that entered her mind before she passed out was:
He's gone. That part of him has diminished.
A lone figure in the shadows watched from afar and frowned when Hermione had passed out, but from what? The figure did not step forward to indicate that they were going to help, no, they turned and walked deeper into the shadows when they heard rushing footsteps heading her way.
