Hermione did not hesitate to run into the bathroom, peel off her clothes and isolate herself within the glass shower stall, the water nearly burning her skin, though the burn was welcomed. She felt disgusting, used up and tossed aside. She always hoped she would never end up feeling that way again, but she did. And at the hands of Draco's father and friends, no less. She dropped to the floor and watched the glass steam over.

She knew she was crying, but if anyone were to walk in, they surely wouldn't be able to tell. She hugged her knees to her chest, the hot water burning what had just been violated. She thought for a moment. Her eyes widened as she realized a sad fact.

With just having sex once, she got pregnant. She was just raped by 3 men, all three had released within her. She didn't think about how low the chances were, but instead chose to have a mental breakdown in the shower. She started crying hysterically, and got the attention of several House Elves who lightly tapped against the glass.

"Mistress? Are you going to be okay? Can we help in any way?" Snuckah asked, obvious worry in her ragged, tired voice.

"I'll be fine. Just...Just go watch Erika until I come into the nursery, alright? Bottles are in the fridge and you know where the diapers and such are." Hermione said, making herself sound as calm as she could.

"Yes ma'am." Snuckah said quietly before exiting the room. Hermione went back to sobbing and scrubbing her skin so hard, it threatened to bleed in a few spot. She forced herself out of the shower and into a thick bathrobe. She crashed down on to Draco's bed and closed her eyes.

'Why did you not just pack up everything and leave? You had to get curious. You had to be hungry and go into the kitchen. It's all your fault. Draco raped you because you didn't tell him you loved him. Lucius and his friends raped you because you're an easy fucking target. Why not just kill yourself, Hermione? Draco's not going to want you after he finds out. You're a disgusting whore, so just forget it.'

'No. I'm better than that. I am not a whore. I am not a victim. I am a girl who was sexually assaulted. It does not define me or my life. It just happened.'

'Whatever you say, princess. I guess we'll have to wait and see when Draco gets back, won't we?'

'You're on. Get ready to lose.'

'Now, sweetie, I'm just in your head. If you beat me, you're still a failure.'

Hermione brushed off the back and forth she'd just had in her head and closed her eyes, wanting desperate to be able to sleep off the day...The horrible day.

But, alas, her mind would not rest for even a moment. She knew it wasn't her fault, but something big could still come from it. She felt her stomach lurch and she ran into the bathroom, emptying what little she had in her stomach. She groaned and wiped her mouth with a paper towel before flushing the toilet. She stood and looked in the large mirror. She stepped closer, unable to believe the woman staring back at her was the same woman that had just thought about suicide.

She reached her hand out and touched her own reflection, still not convinced it was her. This woman looked tired. The woman before her had dark bags under her wide-set, lifeless eyes. The woman was bruised in multiple places. She looked like the empty, useless shell of a woman who once had the world in the palm of her hand.

A woman who was once top of her class, and had her own choice of boys. Instead, she was now the woman who had nothing to show for her life's work. She had a small flat in London that held too many harsh memories. She had a long chain of ex boyfriends who left once they realized she wasn't going to sleep with them.

She was broken material, and knew it would take a bloody miracle to fix it. And boy, could she use a miracle.

She shivered and pulled 3 thick blankets over her head and enjoyed the quiet dark. She couldn't hear talking, laughing, grunting. Nothing. Total silence. She closed her eyes and envisioned a man with white-blonde hair and piercing silver eyes. 'Draco smiled softly and kissed her cheek. She locked eyes with him and kissed his lips, passion flowing between their lips and dancing across their skin in jolts of goosebumps. Hermione pulled back and looked at him. She ran her fingers through his silky hair and couldn't help but have a smile creep across her lips.' And with that, reality came flying back as she felt tears well up into her eyes.