Bleed

All the things she said,

all the things she said,

all the things she said,

running through my head,

running through my head,

all the things she said.

This is not enough..

this is not enough..

all the things she said,

all the things she said,

all the things she said...

all the things she said,

all the things she said

mother looking at me,

tell me what do you see?

Yes, I've lost my mind...

    -All The Things She Said

    BY: T.A.T.U.

*

"It's complicated."

"I am listening." Ginny Weasley's foot tapped against the hard edge of the wood, and she looked pointedly at Harry awaitingly.

"The baby's not mine, Gin. It's Malfoy's," he said, and he chuckled at the change of the expression on her face. The once patient,content emotion had changed rather quickly. Ginny was now gaping, her eyes shining in terror and disbelief.

"Malfoy's? But how can that be?" she asked, gripping the arms of her chair.

He looked at her, waiting for her to figure it out.

"They - they slept together?" Ginny gasped, her hands clutched tightly to her face.

"While Hermione and I were together, actually," Harry replied, groaning. "This was not a good idea, Gin. I need to get down to breakfast."

"Harry - wait..." Ginny murmured, but he was already up, walking toward the exit.

His head whipped around, and he said, "Gin?"

"Yeah?" she asked, her bambi like eyes looking at him wistfully.

"Don't tell anybody about this, alright?"

She nodded, watching as he walked out of the common room.

Don't tell anybody about this, my freckled ass, she thought.

*

"Herm?"

Her eyes were still closed, but her eyelashes fluttered for several seconds before she awoke. She stretched her arms, yawning. Her vision clouded, and she blinked to see Draco's face looking back at her. Hermione shrieked, wrapping covers around her - bare body?

He chuckled. "Don't bother, I've seen enought to last me a lifetime."

She blinked at him. "What is this? What happend, Draco?"

"I think you can figure this out for yourself, Granger," he retorted smugly.

"We did not sleep together," she said, her face turning red.

"Ah, yes we did."

A sudden pang went through Hermione, and she felt sick. The lump in her throat was rising, and a strange pain was forming into her forehead.

"Hermione?" asked Draco, he was looking at her with mild concern.

"Get out," she whispered. "Get out, now!" she screamed.

"But, why?"

He was looking at her, waiting for an answer. Unfortunately, she had none to give. She was sick of this, sleeping around like a two cent whore. She was pregnant, she was sick. Hermione's eyes welled up with tears, at the thought of Harry. He had been so kind to forgive her, he had offered once again to marry her, just so he could take care of her child. They had been best friends for the last seven years, and they had gone through so much together. How could she do this? She was a sick, demented little bitch, and she knew it.

"Don't make me do something I'll regret," she said, her voice raspy.

He examined her for a second before getting up. She turned away, exploding in sobs. Memories of last night flooded her mind, and she wished not to recall them ever again.

As he dressed quickly, she did not speak until she heard the final bang of the door.

*

Dear Draco,

    You are a disgrace. What do you think you're doing, sleeping with that pregnant mudblood? You bring such a bad name to the Malfoy family that I wish to disown you. However, the Dark Lord will not hear of it. You're to get your mark this the fifth of March. We will portkey you to the Manor. Be sure not to be with ANYBODY at that time. March is in three months, so I trust you will be prepared. I will dispose of the mudblood and her horrid baby tonight. I don't want any excuses, nor distractions. She will be killed.

                            - Lucius

*

I know that you're not good for me,

that's why I feel I must confess,

what's wrong,

is why it's so right,

I want to feel your sweet caress.

In your arms,

forbidden love,

I want to feel what it's like

to have all of you inside of me...

in your smile,

in your smile,

forbidden love,

in your kiss,

in your kiss,

forbidden love.

If I had one wish,

love would feel like this...

If I only had a wish,

love would always feel like this.

    -Forbidden Love

        By: Madonna

*

"It's not like I'm trying to ruin anything, Professor, but you are head of his house, and I've already told McGonagall - I really think things would backfire if Draco -"

"Silence!"

Ginny Weasley fell silent, blinking innocently at her Potions Professor, who was giving her a rather calculating look, as if he was searching for answers. Finally, after a long pause of impatience, Ginny chose once again to speak.

"Professor, please, Hermione's one of my well, kind of my friend. I don't care for Draco, but I know he would not handle the baby well. But my friend, Kelly, said that he went up to her dorm room, and didn't come out till morning! And Harry - oh he'd be heartbroken, I know. But perhaps Hermione should -" Ginny fell repeated another surge of silence when Snape held up a hand to show he had had enough.

"Thank you, Miss Weasley. However, although I er - 'admire' your concern for this situation, I believe that is their private buisness, and Miss Granger shall make her own mistakes. You should know better than prowling around their troubles, I would have thought your mother would teach you better, well, I am not surprised. However," he said, walking around and circiling Ginny like a vulture. "I will bring Mr.Malfoy's little problem into attention. Fine, one point for Gryffindor for your dumb prodding, Miss Weasley, you may go."

Ginny bit her lip from replying with cheek and swung around, surprised that he had actually given a point to Gryffindor. She was still furious for his attitude toward her, of course, but it was rare that Snape actually awarded anything that had to do with greatness and bold people like Gryffindor. She frowned, hearing his firm words in her head again.

I will bring Mr.Malfoy's little problem into attention.

What did that mean? Would he tell Dumbledore? Feeling confused, she walked onto the halls, determined to have a talk with Hermione.

As Ginny was lost in her thoughts, Snape was sitting in a chair across from his desk, staring hard at a vacant parchment on the table and holding a quill in his hand. He was disappointed, he could not deny that, that Malfoy, his best student, had fraternized with a Gryffindor, a muggleborn. He wrinkled his straight nose in disgust. Although he had emerged to the Light Side, he was still not fond of muggleborn children and found them unworthy. And although the bushy haired girl was clever, he still did not like her, as he supported his house only.

He picked up his quill and started writing a letter, a letter to a person he had not spoken to since he was in Hogwarts himself.

                    *

Narcissa Malfoy was a person with two sides. One side was strict,bored at everything in sight, and not much of a character, and found it amusing to see people in pain. Another side was vurnable, naive, sensitive and understanding. She had made far too many big mistakes to count in her life, and one major one was getting married to Lucius Malfoy. She breathed in, feeling the overwhelming relief she had when she had divorced him. It felt as if she was reborn again, and she was ready to live her life the way she wanted it. She wanted to get rid of her evil, loathing, and be kind. Narcissa wanted to be loved and worthy of something, and actually respected. Caught in a awful relationship with a death eater was not a healthy life. She had raised a child that was clearly his father's child, and sometimes she felt a sudden forebidding feeling when she was around him. She wanted to help others, let go of all the evil that surrounded her family. As soon as she was divorced of course, it was all over papers. She didn't bother to read them, knowing there would be gossip of why she had finally left and where she was headed. Malfoy was a well respected name, and since it was well known, news had gotten out quick that Narcissa Malfoy, well, wasn't Narcissa Malfoy anymore. Narcissa now followed the last name of her mother, which was Donnings. Narcissa Donnings, was a new woman. The way to start was a new career. She didn't want to sit around in her home, bored and alone. She wanted to do something, make a difference. So she took a job at Hogwarts.

There were no openings of course, but she, who had been a Slytherin herself at Hogwarts, found Albus Dumbledore, the new headmaster, rather kind and gentle, and very wise. She owled him, suggesting that she could teach an extra class, or be something else, anything, to keep her busy. He had replied, saying that he was glad that she owled and offered her a job as a Guidance Counselor, a sort of muggle job concept, a man or woman who would advise students and help them with their problems. As soon as she had arrived, she was announced her new job, and she could never forget, her first day working at Hogwarts.

"We have a new staff member. For those of who don't know, a Guidance Counselor is a person who helps students through their problems. I think she will be a great addition to Hogwarts. Meet your new Guidance Counselor, Naricissa Donnings."

Scattered claps were sounded, and Narcissa smiled warmly at the students, her glance hitting the Slytherin table. Draco, her son, had his hands buried in his face, and he was sinking down in his seat. The Slytherins were not clapping, but giving loathing looks at her. The Gryffindor Table gave large portions of claps, but she noticed that three people, a redheaded boy, a boy with messy black hair, and a girl with bushy brown were staying content and looking at her as if they had never seen anything like her. She regonized them from the Triwizard Tournament,she and her family (if you use the term loosely) had shared the Top Box with.

Instead of repeating the loathing glances that her friends gave her, the bushy haired girl was looking at her with a sort of hopefullness in her eyes, and gave her a faint smile. Narcissa smiled widely back, nodding back at her.

The bushy haired girl turned out to be Hermione Granger, a girl who was at top of her classes, a seventh year who was a Gryffindor, and was brave, kind and generous. She was muggleborn, and was Head Girl of Gryffindor. But she also had another secret, a secret that she had not revealed with. Hermione's first meeting with Narcissa had not gone like she expected at all. She still remembered it like it was yesterday.

"I have this problem."

"You have a problem? Do continue."

She laughed softly, but instead of sounding happy, it sounded bitter, forced, as if she was trying every inch of her life to support any good feelings.

"I - I don't know...I just, I'm so confused. I mean, its not really, it's not really sinful, because I am seventeen and all, and Graduation is going to come up soon, but but, how am I going to tell my parents? My - my friends? My fellow classmates, how will the teachers react?"

Narcissa didn't question her, just frowned and nodded her for to continue.

"And - and my boyfriend. His name's Harry, Harry Potter. Surely you know, everyone knows..." her voice faded as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. Surprised, Narcissa got out a tissue and handed it to her. She took it reluctantly but blew her nose on it willingly.

"The thing is, the thing, well, I'm pregnant."

"With Harry's baby?" prompted Narcissa. She didn't want to interfere on Hermione's comments, but she found the need to say something.

"No. It's not."

Narcissa couldn't help but gape at her. "Who - I mean, sorry, but...do you want to tell me?"

She looked up at her with wistful eyes.

"You don't want to know..."

"I do, Hermione, please tell me if you want to."

"It's - it's ..."

"Yes?" encouraged Narcissa.

"Your son," finished Hermione.

                        *

Narcissa had found the news rather shocking, but as the news was enlighted, and days passed by, Hermione was a regular visitor at the Counselor's office, and she one by one, the story had gotten out. Her son was a raper, and apparently, he had used his techniques on the Head Girl, who's life was now going to be ruined any day now. At their fourth or fifth meeting, Hermione had collapsed, and she has revealed to Narcissa sharp, long twinged scars across her stomach. Although not sure that the Head Girl was being entirely truthful about Draco raping her, she was so concerned that she was forced to listen to her instincts and take her to the Hospital Wing. Like father, like son, she thought bitterly. Raping, now that his son had taken after his father, with the same thing to get girls. That's how he got me, she thought harshly.

She paused before she rang the doorbell to the Manor. It was still standing, and the same as always. However, it did not look familiar to her anymore, it was a mere Mansion owned by a rich little bastard. She waited, tapping her fingertips together nervously. Suddenly, the door swung open, to reveal a scared looking house elf.

"Miss! Miss has come back!" the house elf exclaimed, smiling wide at her.

Narcissa forced one back and shook her head politely. "No, Dawn, I've come to get some things I forgot. Where's Lucius?"

"Oh, Miss, he's awful! Oh, I'm so terrible to say such things," the house elf said, and promptly began to bang himself against the wall.

"Stop it, Dawn."

The house elf stopped, looking at her with shining, big eyes.

"Master is in his bedroom, tending to buisness with some visitors, Miss. Would you like something to eat?"

"No thank you, Dawn," she said distainfully, and began up the stairs. Several minutes later, she reached a door and knocked on it softly. There was no reply. She put her ear to the door, to listen if anyone was inside.

Narcissa's heart skipped a bit as she heard a girl's shriek.

"Be quiet, girl! Stay still, and it won't be as painful."

Another shriek.

" - Crabbe, help me with this stupid little - "

" - you sure it wise -"

" - Stay still, you little -"

    Narcissa swung open the door, and gaped at the sight. Lucius Malfoy was standing in one corner, holding his wand lazily, while a another large man was squatting down before a girl, with cord like strings tied up around her body. The girl was Hermione Granger.