Wicked Enraptures

Parings: HG/DM, HP/GW/Implied HG, RW/LL/Implied HG.

Ratings: R—some times it will border NC-17. Don't go running to the Admins; I'll dilute some of it out.

Summary: Horrible memories from the summer plague Hermione Granger endlessly as she tries to hide her blunders and nightmares from her best friends. However, only one person is bent on finding out what happened to the Head Girl, and that's the one and only Draco Malfoy.

Author's Note: A plot bunny that has bitten me, transmitting rabies. Oi! Here it is.

Disclaimer: I don't own it, and if I did, certain characters would be shagging already.

RECAP:

She threw the test across the loo, her heart pounding wildly as she saw her life flush itself down the toilet. She wrapped her arms around her body and bent forward, releasing loud, angry cries. She threw herself against the door and screamed. She didn't want it in her. She threw herself against the door again, this time seriously hurting herself as she slid down the door and unto the floor.

Chapter Two: You Are My Sunshine

My only sunshine
you make me happy when skies are gray
you'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away.

After gathering her mess and disposing of it, Hermione exited the loo and entered the common room again.

However, only to be face-to-face with Draco Malfoy, poring over the text she had checked out from the library, and the letter her aunt had written her. The letter fell from out of his hands in shock as he surveyed the red-eyed girl in front of him. He was opening his mouth when she cut him off.

"Don't ask me it," she whispered, her arms going around her body. "Don't ask me Malfoy because you'll never know…"

He kept silent and walked around the table to stand before her, his eyes briefly flickering down to her flat stomach and then back into her eyes. "I'm sorry; I don't want to do this Hermione…" he whispered, his eyes flickering with reluctance. Hermione gave him a twisted look of surprise.

"Did you just call me—?"

"Legilimens!" Draco bellowed, his wand pointed at her.

It was like an icy hand had cracked open her skull and delved into her mind. She tried to fight the fog that was building in her head as Malfoy made his way around her mind. She remembered what Harry had taught her, and quickly set up her defenses as Draco caught a glimpse of her ex-boyfriend Eric, lying on the ground with blood coming from underneath him.

"NO!" she screamed, finally pushing Draco from out of her mind. She concentrated hard as Draco stumbled backward, his wand still pointed at her as she shouted, "EXPELLIARMUS!" his wand flew in the air as she caught it, and he was flung backwards, crashing into the opposite wall. She panted, not often casting wandless spells. She walked over to Draco who was looking up at her from the ground with a mixture of shock and fear as she slapped him across the face, then pulling back her fist to punch him. She then lost all control, tossing his wand aside and punching, clawing and slapping at his face. He tried to push her off of him, but she continued her onslaught, her frustrated screams mixing with his loud groans of pain. "I HATE YOU!" she bellowed. "I HATE YOU SO MUCH!" she punched him in the nose once more, feeling the bone shatter against her knuckles and blood wetting her skin.

He finally gripped her wrists, adding more pressure than necessary as he bent back her hands, pushing her off of him and onto the floor. He straddled her, blood dripping from his face onto her own as he growled. "Granger," he started. "You bitch." And then he kissed her, tongue, teeth and blood. She could taste him, the coppery taste that stained her teeth and breath just as he could taste her fear and tears.

She began to choke against his mouth, her dread getting the best of her as she hastily tried to push him off. "Get off of me…" she ordered. He didn't move, but continued to kiss her swollen mouth. "I SAID GET OFF!" she screamed, panic gripping her. He finally removed himself, and Hermione touched her face, wiping off the blood that was from Malfoy's face. She stood from her spot on the floor, noticing the bruises already rising around her wrists from where Malfoy gripped her.

She dragged herself to the entrance of the Tower, quickly exiting it without a backwards glance, making her way to a nearby loo where she stood in front of the mirror and cleaned the blood from her face. It looked as if someone had taken ruby red lipstick and smeared it across her lips, upper lips, chin and jaw. She would be heading towards Madame Pomfrey to terminate the pregnancy, soon. She was spitting out dirty water from her mouth when she heard the door open.

"Oh Hermione, you look like death warmed up!" someone giggled. She turned around to see the beautiful Lavender Brown standing in the doorway of the loo accompanied with her equally as beautiful counterpart, Parvati Patil. Lavender was a tall girl with mocha colored skin and startlingly light brown eyes and flowing sandy-brown hair. She smiled at Hermione, exposing a row of perfect straight white teeth, teeth Hermione had always wanted up until a couple of years ago, after the incident with Malfoy.

"Thanks Lavender," Hermione muttered, walking around the two girls to exit. Lavender put out a hand to stop her though.

"Your wrists…they're all to pot…" she said, peering down at them. Hermione jammed her hands into her pocket and shrugged.

"I went to arse around with Harry and I guess we got too rough," Hermione lied. She then blushed at how that sounded because Lavender's eyes were sparkling with interest.

"You and Harry?" she asked with amusement.

"No…we were just playing, nothing serious…" she said, leaving the loo finally. When she stepped out, she heard Lavender say clearly,

"She's such a hag…"

"And so vulgar too," Parvati added.

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"Are you listening Miss Granger?"

"What?" Hermione asked, looking across the Infirmary at the nurse. She sat on one of the stiff white beds in a scratchy hospital gown.

"I said, I can give you some options here, if you want concerning the termination of your pregnancy," Madame Pomfrey said, coming to stand before her.

"I just want it out, what other options are there?" Hermione bit back. The nurse raised a brow at the younger girl and frowned.

"Miss Grangers…your manners are most important at this time, so please be appropriate."

"I'm sorry ma'am," Hermione said, looking down at her folded hands. Her once swollen wrists were healed by the nurse, and now she was ready. "I don't want any options. I don't want this child, it wasn't planned and it wasn't conceived through love…I…" Hermione broke into a sob. She felt the truth bubbling up her throat, burning her like stomach acid. "My boyfriend and I are no longer together," she settled with saying.

"I understand," she said. "But there are some side effects that I'd like to talk to you about. After the termination, you will be sick for a couple of days, some vomiting, faint-headedness, and some depression. Now, if any of these problems become persistent, you must come and see me. You will be excused from classes for the next three days so your body can adjust and not fall into shock, after all, you have been pregnant now for a little over a month. Have you told anyone about your pregnancy?"

Hermione thought of Malfoy and the pile of pregnancy books she found. "I did not, ma'am."

"Well, I suppose you'll keep this a private matter? No need informing your parents?"

"They will not be notified, no."

"All right Miss Granger, please lay on your back…that's it…this will hurt a little…you'll feel a stinging sensation," the nurse said, waving her wand above Hermione's stomach.

"Wait…" she said, sitting up. "I…I…" she stuttered, tears welling up in her eyes.

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TWO DAYS LATER

"You're up and down like Tower Bridge," Harry accused, pulling her aside from the moving mass of bodies. It was almost lunch, and Hermione had been avoiding Ron and Harry like the plague since her visit to Madame Pomfrey. "And what happened to Malfoy's nose?"

"I'm under the weather s'all Harry, you know me…studying like mad." She paused. "And I don't know about Malfoy's sudden deformity."

"No," Harry said stiffly. "You haven't turned in a single homework assignment in days. Slughorn asked about you, and so did Headmistress McGonagall. You haven't even checked in with Lupin either, and he's our Head of House!" Harry snapped.

"I just don't feel well, okay!" Hermione shouted, taking Harry off guard. His face flickered between surprise and then anger.

"Fine, if that's how you want it to be, then let it be Hermione. I can't believe you're willing to throw Ron and me away because you're too proud to let us help you!"

"I'm not being proud Harry! I just don't think you quite understand that nothing is wrong with me!"

"But Hermione—"

"Harry!" she cut off. "There's nothing wrong with me! It's been a tough summer s'all and I want to relax, I want to be with my friends and just be happy. Why are you trying to bugger things up?" she asked sadly. Harry frowned.

"I…I'm sorry Hermione. I was just worried. And, well, you know how Ron makes a complete bollocks of situations he can't understand," Harry whispered. "He's basically sworn you off because of this…disconnection we've been having with you."

"Harry, just because Ron's being a total prick doesn't mean you have to follow along…" she reprimanded. He gave a shameful smile and nodded.

"I don't want to lose you…"

"I don't want to lose you either Harry. Just know that it'll never happen because I love you too much. You and Ronald," she whispered, throwing her arms around Harry. He hugged her back tightly and kissed the top of her head.

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It was raining, and Hermione had ran underneath the fake metal creation shaped as a castle in the park, breathing heavily as her boyfriend pressed himself against her from behind, wrapping his arms around her body and hugging her tightly. She laughed as he gently removed her soppy locks from her neck and kissed the pale skin available to him. She turned to face him, pulling him onto the woodchips that decorated the bottom of the child-made castle. He fell on top of her, his face cracking into a wide grin as she smiled up at him. "I love you," she said softly.

"I love you too," he responded, the shock and happiness evident in his voice. "I've loved you since I laid eyes on you…" there was a clatter of thunder, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss of which he reacted to eagerly. They were hidden from the view of bystanders, and Hermione knew that their relationship was about to take a sharp turn when she slipped her hand up his shirt. He shivered and breathed heavily through his nose as they kissed. He placed his knee between her legs, nudging them apart and slowly working his hands down her body to pull up her skirt. She squirmed, trying to get comfortable as he slid his hand down her leg, stroking it lovingly as she giggled up at him. She was afraid, but didn't let it show. She wanted her first time to be romantic, and she thought this was the way to go. The rain was coming down harder, and Eric had finally removed her knickers, tossing them somewhere behind him. She could feel the slickness between her legs and he groaned in anticipation as he moved to kiss her flat stomach, and then pushed himself onto his knees to quickly undo his jeans. There was a thudding sensation in the pit of her stomach that was fear and arousal battling their wits out. She saw him. All of him…suddenly her heart was flung up her throat as she wondered how that would fit in her, but he was already at her entrance, positioning himself.

"Are you ready?" he asked. She nodded because she knew she'd never be as ready as she was right then and there. He pushed into her in a swift manner and was met with a sharp cry from her. He showered her with small kisses and ran a hand down the side of her face, calming her. She took in several deep breaths as he whispered words of comfort into her ear. He began to move and she met his thrusts, arching her back inward as they tried to reach an intended goal. She was falling backwards, it felt. She was falling backwards onto a soft plushy surface she thought would never disappear because it was love.

She had found a soul mate, her soul mate. They were going to climax together, and Hermione felt all her nerves light with fire as she squeezed her eyes shut, feverishly kissing Eric as he moaned deeply into her mouth. She was opened her eyes to look into his blue ones. But saw nothing but lifeless eyes, drained of color and a gush of blood coming from around her lover's head to fall on top of her.

Hermione screamed, sitting up on the couch. Her head was cloudy with confusion as she began to softly cry. She looked around and saw that a plush green comforter was pooling around her waist, and that the fire was roaring in the fireplace. She trembled as a movement caught in the corner of her eye. It was Malfoy, sleeping quietly in the chair adjacent to hers, his robe tucked under his chin to serve as a blanket. He was snoring slightly.

Was the scream in my head? She asked herself. She wiped a tear from her face as she glared hatefully at Draco's form. His nose still had an ugly bruise on the bridge of it, and he was sporting a fading, but still evident, shiner. She quietly made her way to her bedroom, feeling the nausea churn in her stomach like a hateful whisper. She would never be able to get used to this, even if it was for just a few weeks.