Chapter Three

Hermione sat with her friends, talking. Well, they were still trying to get her to tell them who had raped her, but every time she would tell them no. There discussion turned to revenge. "Well Hermione, don't you want to get the bastard back for what he did?". Hermione thought, "Well, maybe, but I'm going to need some help" and wicked smiles appeared on their faces. There discussions usually turned to her rapist, usually using coarse language to describe him. Later that night as she was sitting in her bed, thinking of those dreadful nights as she often did, and wished that Malfoy could pay for what he did.

After sitting in his bed for what seemed like forever, but in reality was a couple of minutes, he made his decision. He quietly left his common room, and tried to think of where he should go, settling on the dreadful hallway that started it all. Being there again hurt him more that the thought of Hermione pregnant, even though the thought of Hermione pregnant with his baby made him more happy than it should have. Sitting on the floor, thinking of what to do next, settling on writing a note explaining his actions, and saying goodbye to all his loved ones.

He set the letter beside him, and with that, he started to cry. Cry out all the pain, all the hurt, all the loneliness left in the absence of his father, cried for his broken childhood, and what his father expected from him. When there were no tears left, stared out of the window, his final thoughts of Hermione, the love of his life, no matter how short that life may be. When the loathing finally started to eat away at his heart, and he could no longer think of her because of the absence of his so called black heart, he put his wand to his head, and said "Avada Kedavra", and finally the pain was gone.

"Hermione, Hermione!? Are you awake?" Ginny said shaking Hermione's shoulder trying to wake her. "Hermione, Draco Malfoy is dead, he committed suicide, but no one knows why. He left a note, but Dumbledore said no one can read it until he does. I wonder what it says". As Ginny left the room, the only thing on Hermione's mind was I got what I wanted, he's dead, the bastards dead. How come I feel no regret? The guilt was killing him, maybe now he knows how it feels. Maybe now she could finally tell people it was him. Now she wanted nothing more that to rid herself of this baby. She didn't want to live her life with this constant reminder of those nights. Those thoughts accompanied her as she fell into the most peaceful sleep she'd had in months.

Professor McGonagall entered the Gryffindor common room and the room went silent, "I need to speak with Hermione Granger outside please". Hermione exited the common room with a confused look on her face. Professor McGonagall turned to her, "I'm sure you've heard that earlier this week, Mr. Malfoy committed suicide, and he left a note. Now, it said some things inside that were quite disturbing, including what he did to you. The letter is mostly addressed to you, so we thought you should have it". Hermione took the letter, and walked back into the common room, stunned.

"What was that about Hermione?" Harry asked. Hermione didn't respond, but guided her friends to a quiet room. "I am about to tell you know raped me" her friends were listening hard, "Draco Malfoy was waiting for me one night when I was walking back from the Library. After trying to get away from him, he started to kiss me, and then threw me against the wall. When I came to, he was telling me how he liked he, but nothing could happen because of his status, and well, you know the rest. Now all I want is to not have this baby, and have a constant reminder of those dreadful nights".

Five years later

Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were abruptly woken up in the morning by a little blonde toddler. "Noah, stop, were trying to sleep hon" Ron said. "Mommy, Daddy, get up silly, time to get up". Finally, giving up, Hermione and Ron got up. Hermione still couldn't believe Ron had proposed just last night. It made her so happy. As Ron went into the kitchen, Hermione reached under her mattress and pulled out the worn letter addressed to her from Malfoy. She had never open it, but thought about it many times. She decided now that she should finally read it so she could let go and get on with her life. It said:

Dear Hermione,

You must know that this decision to end my life is not very recent. I have thought about it everyday since the first night I raped you. I don't know what came over me Hermione, I couldn't help myself but to do it, and know I find out that you are carrying my child, and even though I love the idea of us having a kid, it hurts me that you want to kill it. I have ruined you, you are right, and I cannot live with the guilt that is slowly eating me up. I know you think I did this because I thought you were beneath me, but in reality, I was being an idiot. I was beginning to fall for you, but at the time, I thought it was only lust. I thought that raping you would make the feeling inside of me go away, but it only made it stronger, which is why I continued to rape you, because I was diluting myself into thinking it was only lust. I wish I could take it back. I would like you to know that my last thoughts were of you, and you will always own my heart even after it ceases to beat.

Love,

Draco Malfoy

As Hermione read the letter she felt a little bit of regret for this loss of life. She could finally let go of the past, and heal.