You Want It, You Got It

Chapter One

Hermione was sitting on the step outside of the Leaky Cauldron; it was raining, but she didn't care. That way no one would notice the tears that were flooding her brown eyes. All the stores in London were closed, and the road was completely dark, with the exception of two dim streetlights. No one realized a nineteen-year-old Hogwarts graduate was sitting outside in the cold rain, crying.

Harry was worried. He hadn't seen Hermione in four or five days; it was lonely at the trio's new flat in London without her. Ron shrugged it off, saying that she just wanted a break. This night they were sitting on the couch, watching a muggle television show. It was wet and cold outside, but it was warm with the fire going and the heat on in the flat. I hope she's alright, Harry thought. He joined Ron in laughter at a funny part of the television show, yet it was all fake; he was far too worried about Hermione to pay any attention to anything else.

Hermione stood up and wiped the tears from her eyes. She had to be strong. Just because this happened didn't mean she had to break down. She needed to tell someone. Harry was the only one she trusted enough. Hermione walked down the street a bit until she reached an empty alley between two dark apartments. Glancing around to make sure no one was around, she Apparated into thin air.

She appeared two seconds later in the middle of the flat, her face completely drenched in tears and water, her jeans and cloak sopping wet, and her hair soaked to the scalp.

"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, getting up from the couch and running to her. He stopped, dead in his tracks, when he saw her red eyes and smeared makeup. Ron came over to the two, smiling. The smile completely disappeared once he saw Hermione.

"Harry... could I speak to you alone?" Hermione whispered. Harry nodded.

"Come on, let's...get you warmed up," he mumbled, taking her arm and leading her to her bedroom. Once they were there, he grabbed a towel from the bathroom and placed it on the bed comforter.

"Here, sit down. I'll grab a blanket," Harry helped Hermione sit on the bed and ran out into the hall linen closet to grab a fleece blanket. He rushed back into the room to find Hermione still seated on the bed, looking straight in front of her, her brown eyes wide.

"Here, honey," Harry whispered, wrapping the blanket around her arms and taking his place next to her. "What did you have to tell me about?" Hermione took a deep breath before she started.

"Draco sent me an owl two weeks ago that you didn't know about. It said he wanted to meet me at the Leaky Cauldron to...talk. So I did, the day after he sent the letter. We talked; talked about a lot of things. About how he didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps, didn't want to become a death eater. We stayed at that table in the pub for two hours before we were kicked out. We took a walk down Diagon Alley, still talking, and shopped around for a bit. By the time we got back to the Leaky Cauldron, it was nearing eleven, and I figured I would just rent a room at the Inn there, and he did too.

"The next morning I slept in accidentally; I didn't mean to. I usually don't. I knew something was suspicious about that. I ignored this; I had no change of clothes, and I wanted to get back so I didn't worry you boys too much. But Draco came to me that morning and insisted I spend another day in Diagon with him. I agreed I would. Oh, Harry, I don't know why I did, I should never have. None of this would've happened. I went with him down to the pub to get lunch since I had slept in to late, and we headed off into muggle London together.

"That night we went back to the Cauldron, I was planning on eating a quick dinner with Draco, then saying goodbye and boarding the Knight Bus to come home. But something about the way Draco spoke made me stay longer. He treated me to another drink, which made me very sleepy afterwards. He led me up to my room and shut the door as he went out; I was at least awake enough to lock the door, but then I went to bed like that.

"I was determined to get out of there by then, Harry, I swear I was. He drugged me again, I knew it. That morning I was planning on leaving. He said 'okay', and bought me a mere orange juice. That was no orange juice, I tell you. It made me feel attracted to Draco and made me want to stay. I did. I was stupid. This time we went into London central park and talked and ate lunch. He was looking at me the way I was looking at him as I was drugged; only... he wasn't. We ate dinner at the cauldron again that night, and I couldn't pull away at all. He gave me the same sleeping potion he had the night before, only a complete full dose of it. I was asleep before I even got up from the table. I could tell from there that he was taking me to his room."

Harry gasped, interrupting her story. He knew what was coming.

"Hermione...don't tell me he...?" Harry whispered. Hermione shut her eyes and sighed deeply before nodding.

"I didn't understand at first when I woke up. I was lying in a different room, on a different bed. Draco was no where. I sat up and looked around. I didn't feel any different, and it was still dark outside when the door opened. It was Draco. I still saw him in that light. He was holding a tray of hell knows what. 'Here, Hermione,' he said. 'As a token of my gratitude, for talking with me.' He gave me a glass of wine, and of course I gulped it down. He gave me five more before I was fully-fledged drunk. That's when... when..."

Harry put his index finger over her lips. He knew what was coming next. Hermione had tears waiting to come loose.

"Oh, Harry... Harry, I'm pregnant from him!" this was when her tears flowed again. Harry gulped and held the sobbing Hermione in his arms.

"Sh...it's okay ... you'll be okay," Harry said, a lump in his throat the size of Hogwarts. I'm going to murder Draco Malfoy, he thought savagely. I'll kill him.

Harry stood up five minutes later; Hermione had fallen asleep, bawling. He carried her out to the living room, where Ron was still watching television. He gently placed Hermione on the couch next to him.

"Ron..." Harry started, sitting on the coffee table. Ron shook his head.

"I heard everything."