It gets kind of sad in this one and the next few - sorry! but trust me it does get happy again!

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Chapter 11 – Love is a complicated thing.

Recap:Tears immediately threatened as she saw him start to read, "No!" She cried.

Draco's fist clenched at his sides, tears threatening, his face red, "Hermione-"

"It's not what you think-"

He ignored her, "Why do you have an appointment at the Wizarding World's Discrete Abortion Clinic?"

"It doesn't matter!" She yanked the piece of paper from him and stuffed it in her pocket.
"Are you pregnant?!"

She sarcastically rolled her eyes even though tears streamed down her face, "No Shit Sherlock! But it doesn't matter, I'm getting rid of it so you don't have to worry!" She went to turn and leave but was stopped by his hand gripping her arm.

"What?!" His voice full of anger, confusion and concern.

"I'm getting rid of it! Ok?! So just act like this never happened and everything will go back to normal!"

"No!"

She was slightly taken back and quite confused by this statement, "What?"

"No! You're not getting rid of it – I mean, why do you want to get rid of it?"

"umm, let me think." She answered sarcastically, "Firstly do you know how much this would destroy me if I became a teen mum, but do you know how publicized this would be, I AM PART OF THE GOLDEN TRIO, REMEMBER?! The group that saved the Wizarding world countless times! This would explode and I'd be humiliated and taunted, the CHILD WOULD BE TAUNTED! And what about the laws? Would you marry me? We'd have to you, you know? How the hell would you deal with that!? Marrying Me! Hermione Bloody Granger becoming Hermione Bloody Malfoy! And you know what's the tip of the ice burg, I'm a mudblood and you're…" She stopped and trailed off as she realised the word she'd just said, even Draco was slightly shocked she'd said it. Her lip slightly trembled, and more tears fell, she swallowed awkwardly, she knew it had to be said, "I'm a mudblood and you're a pureblood. The Malfoy's are one of the last blood lines that haven't ever been tainted by muggle blood… you don't deserve to have that ruined by me and… think about your family…" Her voice was now soft, "… I know how they are, they'd disown you or worse, I know you are, at least I know enough to know that you'd die for your family and would do anything to make them happy… this… this would do the complete opposite of 'make them happy'" She looked down at the floor, tears still streaming.

There was a moment of silence as Draco took everything in, "What do you care if I'm happy or not?" He asked in a soft and sad voice.

Her head snapped up, "Because I LOVE YOU! I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT I DO! When I said I DON'T KNOW on the bathroom floor I was questioning whether I liked you or whether I LOVED YOU!" He stood in shock for a second, she tried to calm herself down, her voice was still shaky, "Please, just let me go… we never have to speak of this again, just let me go and do what has to be done." He was still quiet. She decided she might as well just leave. She turned around, picking up her bag but as she did she dropped it again as she was spun around and soft, warm, familiar lips collided with hers. She melted at his touch, her arms slipping up around his neck, fingers entangling with his hair as his warm hands pressed against her back, pulling her closer, never wanting to let her go. They slowly pulled apart but only so far so that their noses were still touching, they looked at each other for a moment, Hermione slightly lost in a sea of bliss.

"Hermione?" He asked in his low, sexy voice.

"Yeah?" She answered in a dreamy voice.

"I lov-" He was cut off by Hermione shoving her head into his chest, nails digging into his shoulders, her knees giving out as she screamed in pain. She slowly fell to the ground clutching her stomach. Blood was staining her jeans and Draco soon realised what was happening and his heart stopped momentarily. She gasped his name as tears fell, "Draco! It hurts!" He quickly scooped her up in his arms, he knew there was no way he was taking her to the infirmary, where everyone would see, he knew she wouldn't want that so he raced upstairs and gently placed her down in the empty bathtub. His heart broke as he saw her tears fall and heard her small whimpers and sobs as she clutched her stomach. The bottom half of his shirt was soaked in blood and Hermione was sitting in a pool of it. He yanked out his wand to send a patronous to Madam Pompfrey but Hermione stopped him, "No… please don't." He hesitated for a moment but sent it anyway, knowing it had to be done. She hadn't noticed he sent it. She was curled in a ball, Draco sitting on the edge of the bath with her head in his lap. He was gently running his fingers through her hair, holding her hand, trying to sooth her but it wasn't working but it did seem to calm her slightly. With in ten minutes of Draco sending his patronous Madam Pompfrey came running in, McGonagall right behind her.

"What happened?" poppy asked hysterically as she bent down next to Hermione, trying to inspect the damage, "Was she attacked? Fell down stars? "

Draco silently shook his head, tears threatening, "She was pregnant…" Realisation swept across poppy and McGonagal.

Poppy seemed to know exactly what to do from then on. She stripped Hermione of her pants, inspecting the damage. Draco couldn't watch anymore, even though Hermione begged him to stay he couldn't… he just couldn't.

He was sitting on his bed with his hands in his head. Hermione had been transferred to a to her room, her bed replaced with a hospital bed. They couldn't transfer her very far in the condition she was in. She was asleep at the moment, poppy at her side, keeping a careful eye on her.

McGonagal came and sat next to Malfoy, his head still in his hands, he didn't want her to see his tears. She placed a caring hand on his back, "It's ok. She'd going to be ok. It wasn't your fault-"

"Of course it was my fault. Everything is my fault!"

"No it wasn't. but I must ask, do you know who the father is?"

This question took Draco by surprise, what does he say? So he decided to stay quiet, not making any gesture, just keeping his head in his hands. "That's what I thought." This caused him to look up, confusion written across his face, "You were father, am I wrong?" He slowly shook his head, telling her she wasn't wrong. "Do you love her?" He hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding, McGonagal smiled. He slightly raised a questioning eyebrow at her. "Miss Granger visited me the other week with a bit of a conundrum, it seemed to be something was distracting her from her studies. She didn't tell me who this person was only that she was very confused on how she felt… but I could tell, by the way she talked about you she was in love – is in love. It's quite a surprise to find out that it was you, I honestly thought it was Ronald Weasly, I'm still a little shocked, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, I don't think that's happened in… at least sixty years and never would have thought that it would be the Slytherin Prince and Gryffindor Princess…but now I see it. " A small silence hung in the room for a moment, he didn't know how to react, "… she's going to be okay but you need to be there when she wakes up." He nodded slowly. Mcgonagal stood up and walked out but just before she shut the door, "Thank you."

She smiled to herself and finally left. Draco sat, stewing in his own thoughts before standing up and making his way over to Hermione's room.

There she was, Gryffindor's fallen Princess, poppy at her side, her wand hovering over Hermione's stomach as she mumbled spell after spell. Draco silently pulled a chair up next to the bed, reaching over and taking Hermione's hand in his. He lightly kissed the back of her hand and whispered, unsure if she could hear him but he didn't care, "I love you Hermione."

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