Bleed

The room was dimly lit, around were several cups and glasses, and various liquids and different types of foods. There was whispers in the wind, and footsteps were approaching the never touched cold wooden floor. She put her arms around herself, shivering as a cold breeze flew by her hair, making her teeth clatter together. She admired her lips as they fell against her teeth, trying to stop the icy cool feelings that spun upon, that crawled into her very skin. Random creaks were heard beneath the floor and she did not turn around, for fear of who it was. Gulping, she felt the sharp pain in her stomach and breathed hard, almost falling. Falling...wouldn't it be great to just fall?

"Didn't think you'd show up," a voice arupted behind her. Hermione Granger dusted herself off the near floor and turned around to face who the drawled voice belonged to.

"What did you want to speak to me about, Draco?" Hermione merely said. He smirked, his lips crawled into a seductive silent grin. He raised his eyebrows, and rolled a finger down her spine.

"Oh, don't you know?" he asked, still smiling. She snapped away the finger that made her skin tingle with sensual beings she was not aware of.

"Very funny. Tell me," she said, trying to calm down the striking pain that was now entering her waist.

"Did he find out yet?" was all Draco's answer consisted of. Hermione's head snapped up, her eyes widened with stupidity.

"I really don't know what your talking about," she lied sulkily. He glanced at her furiously.

"The hell you don't!" he nearly shouted. Hermione flinched. His sharp voice echoed throughout the almost deserted room. He pinched her waist and she let out a scream, falling down on the non covered cold floor, grabbing her stomach in pain.

She looked up at him and he smiled.

"How can you be so insensitive!" she spat at him, trying to drown out the tears that were bulging over her eyelids. He kneeled down and pressed his lips against her forehead and she stopped sobbing for a moment as he did it tenderly.

But the kiss went onto her lips and it was harsh. His teeth bit into her lips harshly and she had to hold back a scream. Red liquid blushed upon those chapped lips as he let go.

"Don't fucking lie, you little bitch!" he shouted in her ear, and yanked her hair so that her chin flew up high as her agonizing screams and squeals drowned out by his violent foot slammings to her stomach.

Hermione started crying again. Draco winced a bit but regained his dignity back as he slammed his hand against her cheek rougly.

She let out a scream again, putting her face against the floor, the tears staining against the dry dust.

"Don't you dare cry for help you fucking whore," he added as he got up from the floor, trying not to look at her, who was heaping against the cold surface, crying her eyes out. Her sobs seemed like hummingbirds in pain, and her hair was thrown out everywhere. Her eyes were nearly red with black circles under her eyes, which proved she did not sleep well. He grinned, she did look prettier when she cried.

She looked up at him.

"Why are you still here then?" she ordered. He grabbed her arm, his fingernails gushing into her very skin. She let out a helpless shriek.

"Don't talk to me that way again!" he said through gritted teeth. She nodded to agreement and sobbed as he let her go.

"By tomorrow, you better let your little boyfriend know who you belong to. You also should also tell that fucking bastard who THIS belongs to!" he said, grabbing her stomach. She cried out harshly, and her teeth sunk into her lips.

"Sweet dreams, little girl," he said, kissing her on the nose. His tongue rolled over to her uncovered stomach and he kissed that, as well.

And then he turned away, forbidden to the shadows next to him.

***

Is it enough to love?

Is it enough to breathe?

-Anything But Ordinary

It may have seemed as if Hermione Granger was a helpless young girl. But all she needed was strength. To talk back to Draco. To tell that son of a bitch that he needed to go fuck himself because she wasn't letting him getting two feet within her baby. No, she would raise this baby by herself if she had too. And lose her boyfriend...

She gulped. No. She couldn't lose Harry. He was such a funny, innocent sensible person. And she loved him. Right? But she couldn't give up a baby. It would be too hard. She knew it would be to heard.

Knocking on the hard looking bridge door, she waited patiently outside, considering her thoughts and options one by one until a lady opened the door. The lady had wisps of blonde hair with jumpy bangs and wide blue eyes smiled, her chapped lips exposed.

" 'Mione!" she exclaimed happily, clapping her hands together giddily. Hermione forced a weak smile and nodded. Clearing her throat, the woman stepped aside and waved her hand about as to give Hermione premission to enter the office. She proceeded to enter and looked around.

A shabby desk lay in the middle, a soft looking armchair sitting behind it. There were also chairs, rocking chairs, desks, large looking sitware that looked like stretch beds. The room that she remembered from her 1st year at Hogwarts. The woman was now older, but still had the same twinkle in her eye as before, and a understanding smile that gave it all away.

"Please, sit down. Now. You wanted to talk to me about Draco, was it?" she asked quickly, her words jammering across like knives through her lips. Hermione blinked for a minute and snapped her head up in attention, her eyes alert of awareness and loss of sleep.

"Yes. See..." Hermione fumbled through her fingers. The woman waited patiently for her to continue.

She sighed. "Let me tell you the whole story."

****

I guess it started on a Thursday. I recorded the date. Yeah, I know it's stupid. I just thought I would report it. But I didn't. See, I was in the library around midnight. I know, I know..don't give me that look, Narcissa. It's really uncareful to do that. But I was doing extra credit work and it was due tomorrow, and I got premission. I forgot to lock the doors, and I saw someone prowling around the books. I jumped up and proceeded to tell them the library was closed and would they please come back in a later time. But the person caught me by the waist with get this- one arm. He was really strong...can you hand me that tissue? Thanks. He kind of, pulled me on him and he told me these perverted things. I know this is really a bad topic to talk to you about Nar, but you have to understand that I have nobody else to talk to. He- he played with my breasts...he snatched off my clothes...he started talking...dirty. Please don't make that face, I hate this as much as you do. He told me...I need another tissue. Thank you. He told me that if I didn't do what I asked him, he would kill me. And I could feel something sharp sticking in the back of my neck, so I did what he asked. He told me to lay down and he- he did stuff to me. It was painful. I need another tissue.

***

And with that last sentence, Hermione Granger stood up and lifted up her shirt to expose her bare stomach. The two scars were still there, gleaming across her creamy skin, shaving off some of it, and blood was still pouring from the poorly constructed bandages Hermione had conducted. The blood ran across her stomach and stained her pants, as tears stained Hermione's bloated cheeks. The blood poured into the floor, and suddenly there was a large explosion. The blood had sunk into the floor and suddenly disappeared.

"It's the baby!" Hermione choked.

"It's killing me..." she whispered, pulling her hands to cover her stomach and collapsing on the floor, Narcissa Malfoy jumping up from her floor.

The blood dripped again and disappeared.

Drip, drip.

~*~*~*~

Somebody ripped my heart out,

and left me here to bleed...

~*~*~*~

Avril Lavigne

~*~*~*~

Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you,

why did you turn away...

*

"She'll be fine."

"Mrs.Malfoy..."

"I am not a Malfoy anymore, Madame Pomfrey, you know that..."

"Sorry, Narcissa. But I demand to see my patient's stomach, now if you move here, I'll just-"

There was a shriek as Hermione finally opened her eyelids, gasping for breath.

"Miss Granger!" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed, throwing up her hands in surprise.

"There's no need- to check my stomach," Hermione said breathlessly.

"Miss Granger, I need to check if there's anything wrong. Obviously it was the cause of your sudden collapse," Madame Pomfrey explained.

There was much struggle as Hermione continued to fight through Madame Pompfrey's restricted arms, trying to get to Narcissa's welcome ones.

Finally, a large stab found itself way into the flesh of her left arm, a shot of some kind, and all she could see was Madame Pomfrey looking relieved until she settled into another blissful sleep.

*

" 'Mione, wake up. Mione?" a voice cracked through her closed eyelids. Hermione Granger opened her eyes, blinking furiously until her vision came clear again. The Hospital Wing was deserted, goblets of water and juice lay nearby on a table that was placed beside her bed. Her bedsheets had been neatly clamped on her, and there was a sudden sound of swishing water in the distance, although Hermione couldn't figure out where it was coming from. As soon as she opened her eyes, a sudden peircing pain came into her ribs for an instant; choking her. She settled back into the bed, and let the pain wash away and vanish once again.

She looked beside her, and sighed in relief. It was Harry. He was holding a small mahogony goblet in his hand, which was flourishing with a sticky, red formula that was bubbling into the air. He handed it to her in silence, and she silently accepted it. She took a small sip, and crinkled her eyebrows in disgust. It tasted like old melted rubber, and smelled of plants and rain. "Drink it all, 'Mione," Harry suggested. Nodding in agreement, she took a large sip, and without breathing, managed to clamp it all down. In a few moments, she felt her body relax; and when she sat up again, the pain had softened away, however, she could still feel her rib crashing in slashing pain.

"Harry," she croaked, and took a deep breath. It was hard to speak through her dried lips, and it felt as if her gums were on fire.

"Ron was here a while ago. Stayed with you while I was at Qudditch Practice. He'll be glad to see you awake again. Said your hand trembled a bit during midafternoon," Harry said, his words rumbling out. His eyes did not meet Hermione's, no doubt about it. But he had a faraway daydreaming glance about him, which relaxed Hermione's relished beating heart.

" 'Mione?" Harry acknowledged, looking at her. Hermione met his pupils for the first time, and saw that his eyes had no expression within them.

"Yes, Harry?" Hermione said with difficulty.

"Madame Pomfrey told me what's wrong with you."

The words striked Hermione and when her brain cells had finally settled down, she sighed helplessly.

"Oh Harry, I didn't want you to find out this way-" she said, breaking into dry sobs.

"What's the matter 'Mione? Your a bit young, but I am sure we can manage it; this is our last year at Hogwarts, after all. What's important that we're going to have this baby together," he said, smiling.

Hermione's face tried hard to keep emotionless.

She only nodded in response, before closing her eyes. He thought the baby was his, she thought. Biting her lip from screaming, she swallowed the big lump down her throat, and tried hard to fall asleep again. It was her only escape from reality.

*

Her head was buried in something soft. Sighing softly, she put her arms around the body, and squeezed it tightly, shrinking her nose into the essence of good smelling cologne and cinnamon.

"Mmm, Harry..." she whispered, placing her lips at the clear flesh of his neck.

"Think again," drawled a voice. Startled, Hermione jumped away from the body, and saw Draco Malfoy in his green Qudditch robes, laying sideways in her bed, smirking at her.

"You-son-of-a-bitch," Hermione spat, her fists clenched. She couldn't take this anymore.

"You act more braver now that you are protected by your little nurse," Draco replied, his voice still cool.

Hermione took another intake of a breath. "I have half a mind to report you to Dumbledore," she finally said, sounding much courageous than she felt.

"Oh, but you won't. The baby won't let you, now, will it? Thought you'd tell that foolish woman about everything, did you? The baby's a part of you, Granger. And it's not like it's going to let you tattle to everyone about it's own father," said Draco, laughing.

"That foolish woman was-no- actually, IS your mother, Draco Malfoy!" bellowed Hermione, her hands on her hips.

"I have no mother," said Draco coldly.

"How can you be so harsh? I mean, you are a cold-hearted evil rat, but God, think of what your mother's been through. Taken out of her own family! Hated by her own son , which is no loss of course, but the rumors about her! How your raving bastard Father cheated on her several times, yet this is the first time she did anything about it! And you know what? Congratulations to her. I knew no bloody woman would ever stay with a Malfoy, especially if he was fucking all his maids!" Hermione shot back.

A crunching noise followed, in which Draco slapped Hermione.

"How dare you talk about MY family in such a way! At least my family isn't a raving bunch of idiot dentist Mudbloods!" he replied in a rather threatening way.

And with that, he threw her on the bed and put his hand on her stomach, trapping her in his presence.

"Little bitch," he swore, forcing his lips onto hers.

Hermione closed her eyes, wishing for the kiss to end. It was worse enough to be pregnant by her worst enemy; but it was a whole other think when you enjoyed fratenizing with him.

His lips let go off hers, and he buried his head in her chest, breathing hard.

Hermione lay very still, guiltily enjoying the feel of Draco's legs against hers; and closing her eyes as cool air from his mouth softened against her bosom.

Unleashing a soft moan that got caught in her throat, Hermione pushed Draco away as lightly as possible.

He surprisingly obeyed, and turned to the other side. There was an arkward pause.

"Did you ever sleep with him?" Draco asked.

Hermione didn't have the energy to ask what he meant. Instead, she replied, "Yes."

"When?" he asked curiously.

Startled by another question, she responded as, "Why do you care?"

"I don't. Just curious."

Another sigh of impatience.

"It was after I had turned sixteen. Harry and I- we were merely dating by then. Ron had a new girlfriend, Amber. Viktor Krum had broken up with me of course, suggesting that I was too amateur for him. I knew the only reason was because of how hard the long distance relationship was. He hardly ever got to see me," Hermione stopped for a minute to catch her breath, and then started again.

"It was after our first date, which was the day after my birthday. We didn't know it was a date then. As a second birthday present, he was going to teach me how to play Qudditch and then a moonlight broomstick ride at midnight. Well, we never got to to the ride, because while he was teaching me Qudditch and throwing Bludgers at me for defense lessons, I sort of just, flew toward him, and we went down for a break, and we kissed. And then one thing lead to another, and we slept together," Hermione finished off.

Draco tsked. "Putting out on the first night, eh Granger? No wonder he thinks it's his baby. But still, how dumb is that, a year after you sleep with him, you get pregnant and he thinks its his?"

Hermione glared at him. "You must be a dumbass, Malfoy. Of course we've been together more than that one time, you know."

Draco shrugged, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"You didn't tell me that he didn't know you were pregnant."

Hermione shrugged. "Why should I tell him? This baby isn't even his. I didn't want to ruin anything until he possibly had to know."

"Well, I wouldn't have hurt you if you just told me he didn't even know you were pregnant," he admitted sheepishly.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Well now he knows, and he thinks its his. This is just great, Malfoy. What if the baby takes after you, huh? How am I supposed to explain to him why our baby has silver hair and gray eyes, huh? It doesn't take a genious to figure out it's your baby, Malfoy."

Draco shrugged again, not meeting her eyes. "What did you tell Narcissa?" he finally asked.

Hermione bit her lip. "I told her- I told her-" she stammered.

Draco looked up, frowning. "What? What is it? Is the baby kicking?" he asked.

Hermione shook her head. "No. I told her you raped me," she said with a deep breath.

"What!" he looked absolutely furious.

"What was I supposed to say? Seducing and sleeping together isn't going to get you into Azkaban, Malfoy. But raping would," Hermione replied helplessly.

"God, Granger, you are such a stupid bitch! Just because we had sex and you got pregnant doesn't mean it's my fault. You can't get away with this," Draco concluded.

Hermione hung her head. "I know, but still- can you imagine what my life would be? I gave myself to you, and look what happend now, Malfoy! It would hurt too many people."

"Bitch, I really don't give a fuck. I am not going to Azkaban just because you couldn't resist me," he said smugly with a touch of anger.

Hermione sighed. "What am I supposed to tell Harry then? No doubt, he wants to get married after we leave Hogwarts. And he thinks this is his baby, which is just perfect."

Draco shrugged. "I never said I was going to raise the baby, anyway."

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Are you serious? So your going to make me live a lie for the rest of my life, as though this baby is Harry's?"

He didn't have time to respond.

"No need to," a harsh voice spoke behind them.

Hermione turned her head, only to see the flash of Harry's robes disappear.

*