Chapter Two
After making sure he was gone Hermione quickly picked up her clothes, put them on, and ran to her common room. As the portrait swung open Ron, Harry, and Ginny got up and walked over to her. "Were were you Hermione? You're an hour late, we were starting to get worried" Ron said as he kissed Hermione on the cheek. Hermione flinched and stepped away from him. "What's wrong?' Ron inquired. "N-n-n-othing hon, just a bit jumpy". Hermione darted up to her bed, and started to cry.
This behaviour continued everyday at the same time for 2 months, and every time, it left Draco feeling worse, but he couldn't get himself to stop himself. With every meeting, it left Hermione more bruised and battered. People began to notice bruises on her face, or cuts on her arms, but she just told them she had fallen, then ran up to her dormitory to cry, wishing she had the courage to tell someone.
One night, after a meeting with Draco, she came into the common room, were her friends were waiting. She walked over to them, "Hello guys, how are you?". Ron, Harry, and Ginny looked at her funny, "Hermione, where did you get those bruises? Why is some of your hair missing? Why are you bleeding?" Ron asked with a confused look on his face. She just told them again, that she had fallen, then darted to her room where she went to the mirror to look at herself. There were 5 cuts, and she had a black eye, and a chunk of her hair was missing. She collapsed on her bed, and cried. Once opening her eyes, she noticed that Ginny had followed her, and was now sitting on the bed comforting her.
"Common Hermione, where did you get the injuries? Don't give me the 'I fell over' story. What, did someone hit you? Tell me". Hermione burst into tears, "Oh Gin, I can't tell you, he'll kill me, and Ron would dump me!". "No he won't" Ginny cooed "Just tell me what he did". Hermione contemplated if she should burden Ginny with her problems, and decided it was the right thing to do.
"He-he touched me Ginny, he stole my innocence" and with that, her brimming tears overflowed once again. "Who did this to you Hermione! Tell me so I can bash his head in, so Ron and Harry can bash his head in!". "Don't tell them Gin, please don't!" Hermione was frightened of what they would think. "How long has he been touching you?" Ginny asked softly. "About 2 months, every night". "That's it Hermione, I'm telling the boys!" And Ginny dashed down the stairs.
Ten minutes later, Ginny came up to Hermione's dorm and carried her downstairs were Harry and Ron were waiting, appalled looks on there faces. "Who? Who did this to you? Who's the bastard?" Ron shouted at her. Silent tears streamed down her face, "I can't tell you, he'll hurt me".
"Bloody hell Hermione, tell us NOW, so I can murder him!"
Harry screamed. Hermione just shook her head violently and dug her head into Ron shoulder to cry. Ron quickly wound his arms around her. "It's ok 'moine, we'll catch the bastard" but that just made Hermione cry more. That night, Ginny insisted that she sleep with Hermione, because she might have bad dreams, and she was right.
The next morning at Breakfast, Draco was looking again at Hermione, and noticed something different. She was crying, but not trying to hide the pain in her face from her friends. They must know! But since they weren't looking at him with hateful glares, or yelling at him, she must have not told them he was the culprit. She must have taken his threats seriously. Didn't she know he would never hurt her because he loved her? Did she not listen? But when he looked over at her once again, and saw the pain in her eyes, and the tears streaking her cheeks, he realized he already had, and at once, he darted to the bathroom to throw up at the thought of what he was doing to her.
Hermione saw that once again, Draco was looking at her, and that thought made her cry more. As she walked to her next class, she suddenly had the urge to throw up. She couldn't walk, her stomach hurt to much.
"Hermione? What's wrong hon?" Ron asked. "Nothing Ron, but I think I'm going to go to the Hospital Wing". Ron looked worried "I'll come". As Hermione and Ron walked to the Hospital Wing, Hermione had to run to the bathroom to throw up. As they reached the Hospital Wing, and Madame Pomfrey sat Hermione down on a bed and told her she would be back in a minute.
Madame Pomfrey ran some tests, and also tried to convince Ron to return to class, which he declined because he was worried about Hermione. "Honestly Ron, I'm fine, it's probably just a flu" but again Ron insisted on staying. A few minutes later, Madame Pomfrey came to Hermione's bed. "Ron dear, may I talk to you?". With a confused look on his face Ron followed the med witch outside the Hospital Wing. Minutes later, Ron stormed back into the Hospital Wing.
"NO! It can't be, there must be some mistake! She can't be!"
"Honestly Ron, be quiet. What are you screaming about?" Hermione asked, confused. Madame Pomfrey stepped into view, "Well Hermione, I ran some tests and…your…umm, with child.
Hermione didn't know what to say, she was shocked. "I don't want it, please, I don't want it!" Hermione couldn't deal with this. Madame Pomfrey looked confused, "Why on earth would you want that fate for your and Ron's child?" and with that, Hermione burst into tears. Ron turned to Madame Pomfrey "It isn't my child, Hermione was…raped". Madame Pomfrey gasped, which just made Hermione cry harder. "Well, I'm afraid there's no way to undo what's been done, but I will go get Professor Dumbledore" she said as she swept out of the room to fetch him.
"I'm sorry Hermione, but I had to tell her. I can't believe this has happened, but I'm not going anywhere Hermione, as far as I'm concerned, this baby is mine" Ron said as he hugged her. After what seemed like an eternity, Madame Pomfrey came through the door accompanied by Professor Dumbledore.
"Miss Granger, I've heard something very disturbing about you, and I would like to know if it's true. Please just nod or shake your head. Did someone rape you?". Hermione nodded, crying silently. Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "Can you please tell us who did this to you?". Hermione shook her head, and cried out because of her stomach pain. Several minutes later, Hermione and Ron exited the Wing, and headed to the Gryffindor common room, excused from all classes.
Later that night, Hermione was sitting with Ron, Harry and Ginny contemplating on how to tell Harry and Ginny she was pregnant. "Um, Harry, Ginny? I'm…I'm, pregnant". Harry and Ginny gasped.
"WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!" Harry, Ron and Ginny shouted in unison, but she still refused to say.
Early in the morning, Hermione arranged to meet with Draco Malfoy as he didn't know about the child, and she was planning revenge. As she waited in the hallway of their usual 'meetings' she contemplated what to say. As Malfoy showed up he saw her and said "Couldn't get enough eh Granger?". "You low, disgusting piece of shit, I'm pregnant asshole! You have RUINED me, and my life" and with that, she ran away, leaving Draco dazed and confused. Hermione ran all the way from the hallway to the common room, and darted upstairs, ignoring the protests of her friends.
Draco Malfoy walked very slowly to his dormitory thinking of what he had done. He had ruined her life, stolen her innocence. Her life will never be the same. Why couldn't he just turn back time, and stop himself. He knew she would never forgive him, which made the pain worse, then realized how much Hermione must be hurting right now. The pain was eating away at him slowly. The fact that she had taken his threat seriously and was still protecting him sickened him. He looked at himself in the mirror, and saw not Draco Malfoy, but his father and everything he stood for, something he never wanted to become.
He staring at himself in the mirror until his eyes became fogged and he could no longer see himself due to the darkness, he sat in his bed and tried to sleep. When that failed, he sat on him bed and imagined what it would have been like if he didn't rape Hermione, and they had gotten together, gotten married, had kids, and grew old together. He pictured sitting on a porch in a rocking chair, old and gray, beside Hermione taking in the scenery. As the fantasy faded away, he realized that a couple of months ago, his fantasies were a lot different than the one he was having now. He sat in bed, thinking, loathing himself, planning, deciding.