Hermione's PoV
Malfoy picked up his bag and books and left the room. I stood in silence, commanding myself not to look at him. I didn't want to see the red mark I had left on his face. I heard the door close after him. I could feel the stares redirect onto me and I risked a glance up. I wish I hadn't. All the students either had a look of disapproval and shock on their faces. McGonagall had a look of disapproval and shock on her face.
I quickly gathered up my bag and books and ran out the door, where I was going I had no idea.
Draco's PoV (DUN DUN DUUNNN)
The filthy little mud blood had hit me. I slammed my fist onto the sink in the boys bathroom.
Oh how I loathed her.
She had NO right to talk about my parent that way. Sure I said some thing about her parents but that's alright because they are muggles. Filthy vermin. I looked up and cringed.
A big red mark rested on my right jaw. I had learnt that Granger could hit back in 3rd grade but the force of the hit still shocked me.
I poured some water and soap on my hand and attempted to rub the mudblood dirt off my cheek. I sighed and sagged against the sink. I hope that this is just one big nightmare. Why did the professors even think I wanted a kid.
Must be batty old McGonagalls idea, Gryfindors are wierd creatures. Escpecially sexy ones with curly brown hair.
BAD THOUGHTS DRACO!
I scolded myself. I've been having these thoughts since Granger bashed into me yesterday. I must have inhaled some of the potions smoke and be high or something. Who knows? Defiantly not me, all I know that this is not natural. Nothing.
I wasn't ready to become a parent, much less a parent with Granger. I sighed and ran my hand through my overly greasy hair. Jesus.
I have to sort out my life first before taking on the responsibility of another's.
Wait what am I talking about? I'm not looking after the sprog. No need to get my hands dirty if I don't have to, that's what my father used to say when I asked about the house elves. Grangers hands are already got mudblood filth all over them. She can do the work, I'll just take the credit.
Granger.
She will come crawling back by the end of the 9 weeks begging for help. Dream on. She needs to pay for what she's done. Not just hitting me but everything else. For example being born. I will ignore her.
I sighed happy with my descicion and picked up my bags. I heard a bell chime in the distance. Finally Lunch. I needed to talk to my favorite professor.
Hermione's PoV
I slumped against the wall of my new room letting myself flop onto the floor my bag lay discarded a couple of meters away. I closed my eyes and focused on my thoughts.
I didn't know whether I felt angry or guilty. Probably a bit of both.
If I could of done it all over again I wouldn't have done anything different. He had been plain mean and even bullied me for the past 8 years and slapping him had felt good. But the look of hurt and pain on his face had dimmed my victory. I knew I could throw a mean punch if I wanted too but I don't know if I had gone to far.
I sighed and rested my head against the wall. No matter how proud I was I would have to ask Draco Malfoy for his forgiveness.
The thought of it brought bile to my throat.
Draco's PoV
"There is nothing you or I can do about it Draco." Snaps said when I entered the room.
I groaned in defeat. He knew me too well.
"She hit me." I said simply. Snapes glanced at me from where he was marking papers. He held no sympathy in his eyes.
"I noticed." He said casually as he stood up and started putting vials of god knows what away. I groaned in fustration at his casual tone and posture.
"Why would you think I would want a child? Grangers going to be doing all the work anyway." I said in a whining voice. Snape let out an annoyed sigh.
"Unless you want a T on this project i suggest helping." Snape said. I stared at him confused.
"And why so?" I ask.
"Because as well as the marks of diary you have to write in (A/N it's a thing now)." I groaned I had forgotten about the stupid diary. "Teamwork is also marked and when Miss Granger informs McGonagall about your... Less than enthusiastic help you will fail the class."
"The batty old banshee forgot to mention that little detail." I sneered sarcastically. Snape yet again sighed.
"That's because you're not suppose to know. It's supposed to come naturally. But because you two are such a... Special case I will make an exeption." Snape informed me. I sighed and wordlessly picked up my bag as I heard the bell for fifth period ring. I quickly walked to my next class.
Before I could make it there I felt a hand grab my arm. I swung around to see her there.
"I'm sorry." I heard her mumble barely audible.
"Pardon, I didn't hear you." I hissed before jerking my arm out of her grasp and walking away feeling her eyes bore into me every step I took.
I watched as he walked away from me, his head held high. His hair had been swept back with enough gel and hairspray to kill a horse. The sun bounced of his hair making him almost glow. He confused me. I had been the bigger man and apologized (That by the way make quite a big dent in my pride.) and he had just ignored me, and that annoyed me to no end. He is an arrogant little jerk.
I groaned as I watched Malfoy turn right and he disappeared. I checked my clock, 1:17pm great a free period. I stood there taking in my surroundings.
I'm not going to lie Hogwarts has changed. There's no jokes thrown around, no laughter, even a smile is rare now. The war has changed us. You find it hard to trust people, you always look over your shoulder. The muggle borns who were tortured by their classmates, most of them have left, the others don't trust any one.
A lot of people left after the war. Most left the country, trying to escape the memories. The nightmares. Boggarts aren't in the curriculum anymore as the ridicules curse it too difficult more the students because their dead friends and/or family will never ever be funny. Each and everyone of us carries guilt on our shoulders, thinking if I had done something else s/he would still be alive. Student who cant enter The Great Hall or certain classrooms without having a panic attack.
Students who don't know how to transfigure something into a needle but know how to make somebody feel like they are being stabbed by thousandths.
Me? Personally. I don't wear clothes that shows much skin. I don't want people to see the scars. I can't look into mirrors any more, I don't want to be reminded about it. I'm not the same, but I can't show that, I'm Hermione Granger. I am expected to be strong, expected to be brave. But I'm not. I'm scared.
I'm Broken.
Tears welled up in my eyes and a tear escaped against my will. If I said all was well I would be lying. I just want my parents, but they don't remember who I am. Even if they did I've changed so much they still wouldn't recognize me.
Some days I'm glad they don't recognize me. I don't want them to see what I have become.
" 'MIONE!" The familiar voice brought a smile to my face. I turned around to see Harry and Ron walking towards me. The halls were empty.
"Hey." I said when they stopped in front of me and I hugged them.
"Hermione." Harry said in concern. "Were you crying?"
"It's Malfoy isn't it?" Ron said anger evident in his voice.
"No, well yeah I'm angry at him but no I was just... thinking." I said with a sigh. Harry and Ron looked at me with understanding in their eyes.
They were just as if not more affected by the war. When George died Ron locked himself in his room for a week and refused to eat. When he had come out he was silent and had lost his humor. He like myself put on a mask for the students of Hogwarts.
Harry. He lost all his family during the war. We were all we had left and I know he would give up his life for ours. He blamed himself for everyone's death and many a night he cried himself to sleep. Whenever the Daily Prophet would write something good about it he would burn the paper. He didn't sleep probably either. His sleep was always plagued with nightmares. But he was expected to be a hero to be the bravest to be happy. He tried for the dead and for the living.
"So." Ron said trying to change the subject. "What does it feel like?"
"What does what feel like?" I asked confused.
"Having the spawn of the devil inside of you?" Ron said poking my stomach. I laughed along with the boys.
"Just the morning sickness and exhaustion, cant really feel anything else." I explained with a shrug of my shoulders.
"I bet it's poisoning you from the inside." Harry said. I laughed but from all the things I have been feeing I wouldn't doubt it.
It was the best I have felt for awhile. My two best friends talking with me about everything and nothing. All of us laughing and smiling. For the first time in ages I could forget what had happened, I could forget the scars. For the first time in ages.
I felt complete.
Draco's PoV
Everywhere I went people threw me cold stares, the students, the teachers, the parents. They blamed me for what my parents did, heck some people blamed me for what The Dark Lord did.
My father was in azkaban but was being released soon due to him telling the minestry a bunch of death eater names.
I don't know whether I wanted him to be out just yet.
People parted around me. I wore long sleeves to hide the tattoo of evil that pay on my arm.
I could here the students whispering about me.
"That's Malfoy"
"His parents killed Milly remember."
"That bastard."
"He's the death eater. Look at his arm."
"He shouldn't be at this school, he's a danger to the students."
"I wish I could kill him for what he has done."
Death threats were thrown at me from every part of the room. I kept my eyes on the floor. I remember the day when I put on a short sleeved shirt.
People screaming, having panic attacks.
I knew it was wrong what The Dark Lord was doing. But I was afraid. What would he do to my parents if I stood against him? What would he have done to me.
A cold tingle went down my spine at the thought.
I looked over my shoulder. I needed to be careful these days. I never knew when someone would go through with those death threats.
But what happened during the day isn't half as bad as what happens during the night.
Nightmares.
The screams of dying and tortured people. People who had been killed at my house.
Screams.
Her screams.
The night she had been tortued by Bellatrix stuck in my mind with super glue spell.
Ignoring her was going to be hard with my luck. Why did they partner her with me? I didn't want to be a father. I didn't want to be the father of her
Was I being punished again for what my father did?
I found myself face to face with the transfiguration classroom. Sighing I pushed the troublesome thoughts away and entered.
This was going to be a long week.
Hermione's PoV
*1 week later* Monday, Week 2 of The Baby Project.
I can't believe that Malfoy has been ignoring all week!
I've tried over and over again to make him talk to me, and now I was just sick of it. I looked at my watch and walked towards my next class. Parenting.
I got to class five minutes early, as usual and sat down. One by one people filtered into the classroom and exactly five minutes later McGonagall walked in and started the class. The seat next to mine was still empty but it didn't faze me.
Exactly seven minutes after class started and Malfoy sauntered into the room. Late as usual. I rolled my eyes and focused on my work. I heard the chair screech next to me and I risked a glance at him.
Malfoy sat on his chair with the arrogance of a prince. His feet were propped on his desk and he leaned back on his chair with his eyes close. His hair was pushed back with the usual massive dose of hair gel.
I quickly looked back to the front of the class and tried to listen to McGonagall.
"On Wednesday in week 3 you will be having your first check up on your child. Then in week 6 you will be having another check up on Saturday and finally in week 8 on Thursday you will be having your final checkup." McGonagall informed us.
I quickly wrote down all the dates down. McGonagall informing us about what would happen during the next 9 months. I sneaked another look at Malfoy.
He was now folding the sheet he was given that he was supposed to be note taking on. He was making the airplane fly around with his wand and was paying no attention to McGonagall.
I concentrated back on the sheet for the rest of the lesson.
"For Homework tonight I expect you to finish the sheet I have handed out, class dismissed!" McGonagall informed us at the end of the lesson.
I looked over to see Malfoy looking pathetically down at the crumpled sheet of paper in front of him. His doodles where his notes should have been.
I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
I saw him glance at me and I busied myself in packing up my books. I could feel him gathering up his courage and pride.
"You know Granger..." He said slowly.
Great time to give him some of his own medicine. I put my book bag over my shoulder and walked over to Harry and Ron who were waiting outside for me.
"Lets go!" I said happily as I walked away from the annoyed and confused glare of Draco Malfoy.
I gathered my books after my last lesson of the day and started the long journey to The Room of Requirement.
Once I got there I flopped down on the couch and closed my eyes, enjoying the peace and quiet.
I should have just gone to my room...
I heard the door slam open.
"What gives!" I heard the annoying voice of Malfoy. I remained quite and pretended he didn't exist. Or better still that he was dead.
"Ah" Malfoy sneered. "Gone mute have you?"
I forced my eyes closed, determined not to give him the pleasure of my acknowledgement.
"Who else went mute." Malfoy said mockingly. "Oh that's right, your parents did."
At this I lost it.
"OH MY GOD MALFOY!" I shouted jumping of the couch. I saw Malfoy take a step back surprise evident on his face and it helped fuel my anger. I continued my rant.
"WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU FOR YOU TO HATE ME THIS MUCH?!" I continued to shout. His shock wore of and a slight smirk was plastered on his face.
"It's kinda the fact that you were born." Malfoy sneered. I ignored him.
"AND WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO TALK ABOUT MY PARENTS THAT WAY?!" I shouted. "MY PARENTS WERE, NO SCRATCH THAT, ARE AMAZING PEOPLE! AND WHAT ABOUT YOU'RE PARENTS HUH! THEY ARE COLD BLOODED HUMANS, ACTUALLY I DON'T THINK THEY SHOULD CLASS AS HUMANS."
There was anger in Malfoy's eyes now and his hands were clenched into tried to cut in but I didn't give him the opportunity.
"The reason why my parents left is so they wouldn't be tortured and killed by your parents or your family. Dammit I cast that spell on them so you couldn't hurt them." I hissed at him.
"You have no right to talk about my parents and family liked that." Malfoy hissed at me. I laughed at this.
"Why not Malfoy." I sneered. "Why can you talk about my family who you have never even met, when I can't talk about your family, who killed and tortured my family who tortured me who gave me this." I sneered lifting up my sleeve so he could see the scar that lay on my left tricep.
The scar that read Mudblood.
I saw him flinch, I knew he remembered that night clearly and that made me happy.
"Ah." I sneered. "You remember that night do you?" I stepped closer. "You remember how you stood in the corner watching as she carved these words into my arm. You remember how you didn't give a damn. You remember how you supported Voldemort how you left us to go to their side. Do you remember?"
Anger filled his eyes again. Whether he was angry with me or himself I didn't know. I did know that either way he was going to take it out on me.
"You know what!" Malfoy started shouting again.
"What!?" I shouted back. I was sick of this now.
"I think under your mask you're a coward!" He shouted his eyes turning into slits. I just laughed at this. It was partly true but I wasn't going to let him know that.
"I'm not a coward I'm a Gryffindor!" I said holding my head high. By now we were nose to nose. I could feel his breath on my skin. I refused to break eye contact because then he would win.
He laughed and then sneered "Then prove it."
And that ladies and gentlemen is how I kissed Draco Malfoy.
