Wicked Enraptures

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

Ratings: M due to violence, language, and a whole lot of scary shit.

Summary: You can't run from your mistakes.

Author's Note: I can't believe it's been nearly a year since I've updated! That's so scary how life just moves on by without you. I hope you all can forgive me for neglecting this story and all my other ones. I hope you reconnect with this, I truly feel like it has a good plot. This is a short chapter to ease you all back into the story. Thank you and please leave your thoughts at the end.

Disclaimer: Need I list them?

Chapter Four:

Hush Darling and Don't You Cry

Hush my darling don't you cry,don't be scared of all the love you just can't hide, I know my sweet love you have been hurt before, but that was before and I am your ever more and you know it's you my lady I adore…

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She was standing up to him, her hands placed firmly at her hips as she shouted back. He was angry at her again, for reasons unknown to her but annoying nonetheless. He was shouting at the top of his lungs, calling her a stupid bint, and this made her so angry. She called him a prick and he pushed her. She pushed him back with just as much fervor, and he gripped her by the arms to yank her forward. He slapped her. She immediately froze, bringing a shaking hand to the hot patch on her cheek, left by his hand.

He was in an initial shock and panicked at the bewildered eyes of his girlfriend, who was frantically searching his eyes for an explanation. He brought her to his chest. He then folded his arms around her tightly, hugging her and kissing the side of her face as he apologized for the shouting, the anger, and the slap. He held her so tight.

It was the first time.

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"Miss Granger…Hermione, may I please speak with you?" Professor Lupin pursed his thin lips, similar to Professor McGonagall and watched as Hermione placed her bag back onto the ground, her peers leaving as the bell finished ringing, ending class. Harry and Ron shot her a questioning glance before she shooed them away.

"Yes Professor?" she asked, standing before his desk.

"Are you ill, Hermione?" Lupin asked, his golden eyes filled with concern. She shook her head. "Then what is ailing you? You've been unfocused in class; you've skipped your Head meetings, and did not turn in any homework all last week. I feel that your grades are unnecessarily slipping, and I am worried about you."

Hermione forced her eyes downward to avoid Lupin's honestly concerned eyes. She couldn't help but feel the truth bubble up her throat—the truth to all her ails and fears—the truth of her insecurity and the damage she had done to her body. She couldn't.

"I've been down with something, possibly the flu, you know, a silly cold that I picked up. I've visited Madame Pomfrey already, she could tell you." Her lie was impossibly botched, but as she glanced up at Lupin, she could see the inner-workings of his mind twist and turn as it assessed her truthfulness.

"I promise I'll get your work in Professor, I've been ill…"

"You're excused Miss Granger," he said with a curt nod, looking down at the papers students had turned in on his desk. She jumped a little at the abruptness and quickly left the classroom, not oblivious to his concerned stares.

She was crying again. In the small confines of her room, she decided to skip dinner, wanting to avoid her friends for a while. Her stomach pained her, and like Madame Pomfrey had said, most of the pain would be psychological. She didn't know what was real anymore.

Staring up at the ceiling, she found herself reminiscing through the tears. She remembered the flash of fear from her boyfriend's eyes before the end came. She wanted to help him, but something in her had snapped—it broke—she couldn't help him. The bruises on her neck still burned, after all, and that was still fresh in her mind.

She ran a hand down her flat, empty stomach. The thing had been purged from her body. Had she had doubt? Yes. But she had made the right decision, and now that memory was extracted from her body.

But why did it hurt her so much? The tears wouldn't stop. As much as she tried to forgive herself, she couldn't. She couldn't forgive herself for what happened in that house over the summer. She couldn't forget the police that came, the questioning, the tears, the frantic explanations, the lies…and finally the cold. The cold that still haunted her.

She lifted a pillow and placed it over her face, clenching the edges and screaming into it. Through her screams, she didn't hear the faint knocking that had suddenly gotten louder. Startled, she removed the pillow from her face and looked towards the door.

"Granger!" shouted a panicked Malfoy, "open up or I'm coming in!"

"GO AWAY!" she roared at the door, not wanting to see him. She had avoided him for quite some time successfully and he was about to ruin that streak.

The door swung open, revealing a disgruntled Malfoy. His wand was clenched tightly in his hand, and he stared at her, lying on the bed in the corner of the room. Their eyes were locked, and something feverish came over her under that glare. "How dare you enter my room unwanted, Malfoy…" she said in a deadly fashion. Malfoy placed away his wand and searched his pocket, pulling out a scroll. It had the seal of the Headmistress on it.

"I have been forced by the Headmistress, Professor Lupin, and Madame Pomfrey to look after your wellbeing while in the Head Quarters. I'm also supposed to look after you during patrols…I don't like this either Granger, but I'm being forced to do it," he said with a look of disinterest.

He came up to the side of her bed, and she recoiled, moving into the far corner of the bed, hiding under the shadows cast by the drapery. "I'm not going to hurt you, Hermione."

"Don't talk to me like that! Don't you say my name, Malfoy…" she took a deep breath, "I didn't forget what happened…you fucking prick…"

"I was looking after you Granger. You're pregnant, aren't you?"

"No!" she spat out. Her eyes turned black with hatred. "I got rid of it."

He was taken aback by the hardness of her voice. He shook in head in disbelief. "What happened to you, Granger?"

"Why do you care?"

"I just want to help you, as crazy as that sounds. Seeing you nearly dead on your staircase did something to me, and I don't ever what to see something like that again…"

"Then stay away from me, and maybe you won't have to encounter such an incident ever again. Bugger off Malfoy and let me be…"

"I know someone hurt you. I know that you're afraid to let people—men specifically—come near you." At this, he sat on the edge of her bed, making her press herself against the wall. "I know that something happened this past summer that gives you nightmares and whoever did this to you also got you pregnant."

"You don't know shite," she hissed. "Now get the fuck out of my room!" He stood from her bed, throwing the scroll where he had just sat, and exited her room, slamming the door with an unnecessary force. Instead of opening and reading the scroll, she picked it up and threw it across the room, watching as it flew into a glass that was sitting at her vanity, knocking it over and sending it crashing to the ground in a million little pieces.

She hated herself.

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That Same Evening

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"You don't know what you're doing—I advise you to shut the fuck up right now Hermione!"

"Just tell me what I did wrong," she pleaded. He had her pinned against the wall by the neck, her hands trying to pull away the tightness of his grip. She was starting to see spots.

"I know what you're trying to do…and I swear to God Hermione, I'm not going to let you leave me. Even if I have to kill you first there's no way in fucking hell I'm going to let you leave me."

"Please…" she cried. "I love you."

"But I love you more."

There was a scream. Tears of pain as he ripped through her. A struggle. A push. A flash of fear. Thudding. Cracks. Loud flailing. Another scream. Blood was everywhere and there was no one there to help.

She was screaming in her sleep again. She was sweating and her nose was running. Bringing her hand up to her nose, she pulled her fingers away and caught in the moonlight blood. Her nose was bleeding and as it ran down her lips and onto her nightdress and sheets she could hear the peddling of feet approach her door which swung open immediately.

Draco was at her door. He stared at her. She started to cry.

He was at her side, his arms wrapped around her in a heartbeat.

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