Hermione's POV

I knew Draco was right. That's the only reason I found myself at Shell Cottage looking for a knife that killed Dobby, and cut through my skin in insulting words the crazed woman saw fit. The darkness that surrounded me on the beach was horrifying and I knew the knife was still there. We had left Kalili at Molly's, with Ginny and her boys. Harry was searching with us.

"It's closer this way..." I shouted at the other two. "Remember, Draco, I am not touching it."

"Thanks, Hermione. I would never let you touch it, you are never harming yourself again, whether it be on your own or through dark magic. It isn't happening."

"It's here!" Harry shouted from the bushes. When he held it up, I clung to Draco, hiding my face in his shoulder.

"Put that damn thing away, Potter! She doesn't need to see it."

"Oops...Sorry Mi." Harry apologized, stepping closer to me, and stopped when he saw me start to shake.

"Lets go home." Draco suggested, and we all apparated to my home.

When we had walked through my front door, I ran to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I couldn't be near it, I didn't want it in my house. The thoughts it put in my head were hard to separate from the real thoughts that I was thinking. I didn't know what was mine and what came from the knife anymore.

'You're unworthy."

"You aren't even worth the ground you walk on."

"You are just a filthy mudblood."

"It's no wonder Ron left you, you killed your own child."

I couldn't drown it out, it kept getting louder and louder, and when my bedroom door opened, I screamed and curled into myself, shaking. 'Anthony wouldn't have loved you had he survived.' 'Kalili will blame you for her mother dying.' 'It's all your fault, everything is all your fault.'

"Potter, I'm going to warn you now, you touch her in anyway that is not strictly necessary, and I will kill you."

"Malfoy, I'm married with two children and one on the way. Do you honestly think I'll think about touching her that way? She's my sister you idiot!"

"Can it, just make sure she has you to hold onto, this is going to get bad." I was still shaking with fear, but I vaguely heard the spell for fiendfyre, and after a glance to see the flames licking the knife, I felt it. The white hot pain that scorched through my very core. In what seemed like centuries to me, I heard an unearthly scream, and with dread realized that that scream came from me. It was so much more than I had felt from the other one that Ron had given me. I had less Dark Magic from this one, but yet it took the most pain to rid of it's filth. It was hard to believe that for two to three years, my life had been defiled by that woman without my even knowing about it. I vaguely noticed my bed underneath me becoming wet, and I could taste blood in my mouth, and there was a hole in my lip clean through. I didn't even remember biting it. It seemed like forever, but it did eventually stop. I never realized through the whole ordeal, that Harry was in the bed with me, wrapping his arms firmly around me, as if trying to fend of the pain that we all knew was inevitable.

I was crying, and again I realized that I had wet myself, and in the process Harry and my bed. I tried to pull away, embarrassed, but he held on tighter, and waved his wand, cleaning us off, and drying us. He rubbed my shoulders soothingly, whispering nonsense into my ear about how it's all going to be ok, and that it was all over. I just needed Draco.

"Harry..." I whispered. "Where's Draco?"

"I'm here love." Draco grabbed my hand, and pressed it to his cheek. I hadn't realized he had been crying, but sure enough there were tear trails down his cheeks. I looked up at Harry, and even he had shed tears.

"I'm so sorry...I never meant to worry any of you." Harry held me closer, shushing me. His movement however, showed me how much I had hurt him. Purple bruises were sprouting on his arms in the shape of my hand. "Harry! When..how...I did that?"

"Hermione, it's nothing a little bruise salve wouldn't fix, and I have some of that at home. Don't worry, you're more important." Draco pulled me from Harry's arms as Harry said this. And I couldn't help the giggle that escaped when Harry glared at Draco murderously.

"Potter, your wife is waiting at home, and Hermione needs to sleep." Draco said sternly. "I need you to keep Kalili if you can, I won't be able to watch her with Hermione being how she is, and Hermione is in no shape to even be out of bed."

Harry sighed and nodded, kissing me on the cheek before leaving the room. I know Draco tried, but he failed to hide the irritation at Harry's actions.

"Draco, Harry means no harm, he's like a brother to me, and I'm like a sister to him. Stop overreacting." I giggled as he sat me down, snuggled against his side.

"He let that monster do what he did to you, and then abandoned you an entire year. I don't see how you can still believe him to be that much of a friend to you." Draco complained.

"Harry didn't know, and I never told him. I didn't want him to know. Friends make mistakes, Draco, even you have made your fair share, yet I forgive you for things that are far more horrible than what Harry did. I will never forgive Ron, and he will never be allowed in my home, but Harry has been forgiven, and you need to accept that."

"I know, I accept it, but it doesn't mean I have to like it, now get some sleep. You need it."

"Mmm...Draco?" I asked quietly.

"Yes love?"

"Will you make love to me?"

"When you've had some sleep, Hermione, I will love you as much as you want and could ever need. But right now, you need to sleep and rest up so we can get our baby back out of that house full of Gryffendors." I giggled, but accepted the answer he gave. It thrilled me to know, that even after I chewed through my lip, screamed bloody murder, and wet myself, that he still was willing to make love to me, and to call Kalili ours. He was everything to me, and will always be my world. Even now, when I was slowly drifting asleep, he hummed to me, running his fingers gently through my unruly curls.