-Hermione's P.O.V-
The foreboding darkness that consumed my senses faded as the bright midday sunlight that streamed through the exotic French windows surrounding the head of the bed woke me from my pain induced comatose state. I groaned deeply within my chest and stretched out before rolling over in a feeble attempt to escape the bright light of the new day. A stupid and adolescent mistake. I moved closer to the man beside me, huddling in as close as I possible could as I tried to ignore the pain coursing through my entire body. My sudden movement woke me from his slumber.
"Hermione...you're awake." He seemed surprised. I laughed into his back, cringing in distaste as even that slight movement made every muscle twinge and ache with pain. He groaned deeply due to his own pain as he attempted to move. It was obvious that he wasn't prepared for the onslaught of pain that came with his quick movements.
"Bloody hell." He muttered several obscenities under his breath before he ignored his own pain and he turned on his side to face me, smirking as he did so. He was clearly so more experienced at it than I was. His eyes frittered over my face as I gazed up at him. I closed my eyes as he drew me into his warmth, his other hand stroking my curls softly as he nuzzled my hair.
"Barty..." I breathed, knotting my fingers in the lapels of his shirt. I gulped when I realised that all I was in was his long coat that he wore sometimes. I snuggled into his chest, his thick scent soothing my frayed nerves. He tensed slightly, smoothing some of my curls off of my face.
"Such a strong witch." I watched him curiously as he slipped his hand from my hair, cupping my chin. He kissed me hungrily, a low growl growing within his chest. My eyes widened when I saw lacerations on his chest.
"You went back. Why?" He closed his eyes and rolled on top of me.
"I gave my Master my word." He replied, as if it was as simple as that. I cupped his face, inspecting it closely. His face wasn't bruised that badly, but from what I had seen on his chest, his 'Master' had harmed him where no-one else was bound to look.
"Don't pity me." He spat, his eyes growing cold. My eyes widened. I moved my hands off of him, and wriggled underneath him, ignoring the pain as best as I could. Barty's eyes softened and he cupped my cheek once more.
"Mya, forgive me." He whispered softly. I stopped moving, yet the slight fear that I had previously felt had only dimmed, and had not completely gone away.
"Get off me." I whispered, feeling apprehensive.
"No." He growled. I gasped when I realised that it wasn't apprehension, but liquid sliding down the insides of my thighs.
"Get off of me now!" I screamed, ignoring the pain as I ripped the sheets back. All the colour in my face drained. I was lying in a gigantic puddle of blood. I gulped, my emotions in a frenzied state.
"Hermione?" We both knew that it was too much blood for it to be just from Greyback's intrusion into my body. I froze when I heard someone running up stairs and approaching the room with great haste.
"Barty, what are you doing? I heard screaming!" I gulped when I saw a woman whom I guessed to be in her mid thirties standing in the doorway.
"Mother, I'm fine. She's fine. I think." The woman was quite a beautiful lady who moved with a refined grace that was well-known between those of pure blood. She had hair the same colour as Barty's, yet her eyes were an electric blue.
"She is not fine, Bartemius! Stop deluding yourself! She needs to be taken to St Mungo's!" I wasn't in the mood for yelling. My body felt like it was being drained.
"No. Dumbledore will take her from me if she is in public. Just tell me what's wrong with her!" Barty snapped. A repressed fire grew within the beautiful lady's eyes.
"Don't you dare snap at me, Bartemius Crouch. A healer needs to be called if you are so paranoid about Albus, which I still can't understand. He is a perfectly good man, he has helped your Father countless times-
"Just tell me what's wrong with my fiance, else I inform Father of your little 'excursions' to your homeland. The lady seethed, and it was easy to see where Barty got it.
"Your fiance is pregnant. Well, was. She is going through a magical pregnancy, which could very well kill her if a Healer isn't called!" She snapped. Barty was now nearly as pale as I was. His angry mother's face smoothened out as he stared back at me, his face constricted with grief.
"Pregnant?"
"Yes." She murmured, approaching her son slowly.
"Fetch a Healer. Please, Mother." He fell to my side, his brown eyes the colour of liquid chocolate. She nodded stiffly and left the room as quickly as she had swept in.
"Barty?" I whispered softly, grimacing as I felt a rather harsh twinge in my abdomen. The two different magic's were reacting with each other. I was stunned to see several tears cascading down his pale face.
"For a short while, I was a father. Even if I was unconscious of it, I was still a Father." I cupped his face, his sadness reflected within me. He held me tightly, not caring about the blood as he wept into my chest. My own tears fell and mixed with the scent of blood, sweat and tears that already existed.
Ok, ok, I know that I said that this chapter would be longer, but it was a good spot to cut it off, so I did so. Hope you enjoyed it!