A/N: So Snape walked in on Hermione and Draco in a compromising position and Blaise is in the hospital wing.
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When Hermione and Draco reached the hospital wing, they saw Ginny sitting just outside the door with tears streaming down her face.
"He doesn't remember me, Hermione! After everything we've been through, he doesn't even remember!" Ginny had thrown herself into Hermione's arms and was now crying into the nape of Hermione's neck.
Draco, meanwhile, had ran into the hospital wing and was deeply concerned for the safety of his best friend. He saw Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore standing at the end of a bed towards the back of the room. They were talking in hushed voices, obviously not wanting Blaise to hear their conversation.
At least, Draco thought it was Blaise. He could tell that Madam Pomfrey had tried to heal all the cuts, bumps and bruises that covered every inch of his body that Draco could see; only his face, neck and arms. He looked like he had been badly beaten up and Draco instantly felt guilty. He had been too busy hiding in his dormitory and he wasn't there helping his best friend.
"What's wrong with him?" Draco asked Dumbledore when Madam Pomfrey had finally left the room. He wasn't in the mood to listen to Pomfrey go on about which potions could be used to fix his friend, he just wanted to know straight up what happened, what was wrong with Blaise and how they would fix it. No beating around the bush, Draco hated that and it was something that Madam Pomfrey always did.
"The majority of the Slytherin males, years five to seven, decided to punish him for his impregnation of young Ms. Weasley. It seems they have found out about the pregnancy and decided to take matters in their own hands. Ms. Weasley escaped unharmed thanks to Mr. Potter, but the same cannot be said for Mr. Zabini. Apparently having the surname of 'Weasley' brings disgrace to the name of wizard, and being physically involved with one is unacceptable."
Draco scoffed at this. He had never had a problem with any of the Weasleys – only Ron. There was nothing anyone could do that would make him change his mind about Ron. Unlike his father, he disagreed that the name 'Weasley' bought disgrace to the wizarding world. Everyone feared the Malfoys, he thought that being a Malfoy could either be the best or the worst thing in the world.
Usually he thought it was the worst. Everyone feared them and the ones that didn't only liked them because of their power and money. He also didn't like the association with the Dark Lord that he was supposed to have had because he was a Malfoy. It was his father and his fathers' predecessors that were connected to the Dark Lord. Basically everyone in his family, except he and his mother, were in on the Dark Arts.
But this wasn't a time for Draco to be thinking about himself. His girlfriends best friend, and his best friends girlfriend, was out there crying because she didn't think her boyfriend remembered her. All he wanted now was revenge.
"Sir, what was Ginny talking about when she told Hermione that Blaise didn't remember her?"
"Oh, yes. It is apparent that Mr. Zabini has a case of amnesia. It is unknown whether it is temporary or not. All we know is that he can no longer remember anything, anyone or anywhere. Including Ms. Weasley and their unborn child."
"One more question, sir. Who were the main attackers?"
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. Let me make you aware of the fact that they are being severely punished and some are even being appropriately expelled."
Draco didn't receive the answer he wanted. Draco wanted to know and he would find out. He wanted revenge for his best friend, and for Ginny. He started to walk out of the Hospital Wing, quickening his pace with every step that he took.
"Draco, where are you going?" Hermione called after him. He was now running and Hermione didn't know whether he had heard her and just not answered, or if he genuinely didn't hear her. But she wasn't going to think about anyone other than Ginny right now. Her best friend needed her and she wasn't going to turn her back on her now when Ginny needed her most.
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Hermione had taken Ginny up to her common room so that they could talk and not be disturbed. She didn't find Draco anywhere in their Heads' quarters and she didn't know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Gin, how did everyone find out?"
Ginny mumbled a name through her tears but Hermione couldn't make out the name that she said.
"Ron." Ginny said it clearer this time, and Hermione knew from the tone of her voice that this was now a family feud that wouldn't end anytime soon. She was used to Ron and Ginny fighting and then talking normally a few minutes later but he had blown it now, for sure.
"He's the reason Blaise is in the hospital wing! If he had of kept his mouth shut, Blaise would've been fine. But no, he wanted to hurt me because I'm still friends with you – even though you're with Malfoy. I told him that Draco's actually a nice guy once you get to know him, and that he has changed, but Ron doesn't listen. He's still hung up on you and can't believe that you've moved on already. He certainly hasn't. Oh god 'Mione! I hate him so much!"
Ginny took a deep breath and attempted to free herself of the tears, at which hadn't stopped pouring out of her lovely green eyes.
"Mum's going to hate him! He's put the father of my baby in St. Mungos, well not him personally but it was his fault, and now Blaise doesn't even remember me or know that I'm having his baby. Well, he does know because I told him when I saw him in the hospital wing but he doesn't remember anything!"
Hermione pulled her best friend into her arms and they both started crying. Ginny was hysterical and Hermione wasn't far behind. She hated seeing her best friend in such a bad way.
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Draco only slowed down when he reached the Slytherin common room's portrait. He said the password and entered. He was still feared in that room, whether or not he was with Hermione. The looks on the faces of everyone in that common room when they saw how furious Draco was were priceless. People didn't know whether to attempt to fade into the background, or come forward and admit that they knew whom was responsible. Either way they knew that Draco would get to them and if he didn't like their answer, or if he thought that they knew something that they weren't telling him, they'd get their arse kicked.
You see, when it came to Draco's friends and family – his father excluded – Draco was also passionate about them. If any of them got hurt, well whoever hurt them would suffer at the hands of Draco. He never used his wand to fight his battles, only when he knew it was a tough competition. So basically, he never used his wand in a fight. This was different though, he had his wand with him and if he needed to, he would use it. He didn't think he would have to though. He was still the owner of the Wizarding world's most powerful surname, regardless of the fact he was now an orphan. He was still feared as much as his father was, because as far as anyone knew, Draco was 'in' with the Dark Lord.
"Oh Drakie-baby, tell me it's not true. Tell me you didn't sleep with that mudblood bitch!"
"Fuck off, Pansy. Oh, and yes it is true. I have fucked her and she is a better lay than you ever were."
'Good that got rid of her,' he thought. He didn't just say that to get Pansy to leave him alone, he said it because it was true. Sure, sex for him was always great. It was usually dark so whether or not the girl was great looking, it always was amazing. Not Pansy, though. Her voice always ruined it. But with Hermione, sex wasn't just amazing. He loved that he was her first and for the first time, it was a lot deeper than a physical connection and he was emotionally involved with the woman he had bedded.
"Now, who the fuck was involved in bashing Zabini? Huh? You know I will find out so you better just fuckin come forward now or else there will be hell to pay later. No come to think of it, there'll be hell to pay now. It will just be a lot fuckin worse later, okay?"
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Hermione couldn't understand why Ron was doing this. First he told the whole school that she and Draco had slept together and now he told everyone that his own sister was pregnant to Blaise Zabini? What the hell was wrong with him? He nearly got his own sister bashed which could've made her lose her baby, and Ron's future niece or nephew.
"Hey, Gin? You wanna stay up here with me for the night?" Hermione asked, hoping that Ginny would say yes. She didn't want to leave Ginny alone or let her go back to her dorms. She knew the Gryffindor's wouldn't hurt her, especially with Harry around, but she just wouldn't risk it. She didn't know what else Ron would or could do in this frame of mind.
"Yeah, thanks 'Mione. That would be great."
"You can bunk with me in my bed, if you want."
"Yeah, that'd be cool... Just like old times," Ginny gave a weak smile. She was remembering the days when Hermione used to stay at her house. She was remembering when life wasn't complicated. When she wasn't pregnant, or even sexually involved with anyone.
"Yeah, I miss that." Hermione said and she really meant it too. She loved spending time with Ginny, she was always so much fun. "Well, Gin, lets get to bed. We don't wanna stress this baby out!"
"Yeah, you're right. But, hey, where will Draco sleep?"
"He's got a bed? We don't share a bed you know. Not yet anyway. We only slept together once," Ginny gave her a weird look and raised her eyebrows, "Not in my bed!" Hermione threw a small pillow at her and Ginny smiled. Her first genuine smile of the night.
Hermione was glad that she could make Ginny happy. She only wished she could no where Draco was so she could make him feel better, too. She knew all this was hurting him and she could bet that he was probably doing some detective work and arse-kicking in the Slytherin Common room.
Oh how right she was!