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Under a Nameless God	By : PickledWinry Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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SEPTEMBER 15TH
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Hermione spent years learning about the hallways of Hogwarts, the secrets people would overlook. Those details came to her in the comfortable silences, the moments before she went to bed, when she was thinking about her life. Sometimes they haunted her in the stillness, when her friends just didn't understand, when she missed her parents, when she thought about the scars on her arms.
Hermione had never intended to become a statistic. Or, at the very least, a bad statistic. Becoming pregnant at seventeen was not her ideal send-off. She didn't want to be Molly, despite respecting the woman and her sacrifice. Wide, overworked, and motherly—those were not words Hermione wanted to describe her. She wanted to tend to her books and change the world.
She spent the whole journey thinking about the reasons she couldn't ruin her life. There were numerous. Hadn't she suffered enough? Didn't she deserve a chance to be happy? She had used the spells right, what had gone wrong? There was something wrong and she needed to fix it. Her spells were flawless. She had never gotten pregnant with Ron and his mother spent six years pregnant. Ron was likely fertile enough to make his own Dumbledore Army.
And that is why it would never work out. Hermione thought to herself as she stopped in front of the Infirmary.
It was here that she paused, uncertain. She had sent Madame Pomfrey a letter, explaining in looping, perfect script that she needed a certain help and would she be able to provide it. A time had been written in small, precise letters.
Please come to the office at 8PM on Saturday. I will see to you then. Do not inform anyone of where you are heading. P.P.
Hermione pushed the door open. Peaking her head inside, she called out. "Madame Pomfrey?"
Poppy came out of her private rooms, white dress crisp, apron tied tightly around her waist.
The moment Hermione stepped past the threshold, the door closed with a pop. The nurse whispered a few practiced lines, causing the door to glow bright blue. The door knob melted into the wood, leaving a silver circle.
"We don't need any guests right now," Poppy said. "I got your owl. Though, I must say I am disappointed in you Miss Granger. I would have thought you knew the proper spells to keep yourself—this sort of thing should not be happening. Especially with everything going on."
Hermione felt her cheeks turn hot. "I did and somehow they failed. I would never have slept with him if this would happen."
Something in Poppy's face changed. Hermione would never really be able to describe it perfectly. It was like her eyes shuttered and her jaw knotted. Poppy clicked her tongue and then her shoulders relaxed.
"I understand," Poppy said. "I see."
But Hermione didn't understand what she saw. Then again, Hermione wasn't all knowing. Books couldn't make up for a lifetime of experience. Hermione wasn't the first girl to find herself in this position.
"I am not sure what happened," Hermione said. "I did cast the spells."
"I believe you, Miss Granger," Madame Pomfrey said. "But I am not sure other people will. I would not go around sharing this. This is not something that needs to be explained to Minerva or any of the other teachers. It is not a lesson you need help with."
Working on instinct, Pomfrey started gathering together an arrangement of unappetizing mud in little silver bottles. They were the colors of poisonous reptiles and candy.
"I don't understand," Hermione said. She didn't. Her head hurt, her body felt like shit, and she just wanted someone to explain it to her. She wanted to be twelve again, so she could rewrite her lessons and learn from her mistakes.
"Hermione, you are such a smart girl, but you know very little of the politics of the Wizarding World. There is a reason it is called Wizarding and not Magical Folks," Pomfrey said. She paused, her face going soft. "Your spells were tampered with."
"That bastard—" Hermione said. "How could he do this?"
"Hermione, listen to me very carefully. You cannot tell anyone you were here. And if you do, you cannot tell them who you slept with. Not your friends, not your family. There are laws… laws your bedfellow broke when he tampered with your spells. But—Knowingly ending the life of a first born is illegal in most places. You will be shamed even if you were tricked…"
"So, he…" Hermione began. She couldn't finish the words. They stuck in her throat like glue. She was furious and confused at the same time. It was a puzzle that burned into her brain. This was not right. This was wrong. She didn't know what to say, but she had to say something.
"What do I do? He… He tricked me!"
"To be blunt, Miss Granger, I do not want to know the name of the Pureblood you slept with. The spells taught at Hogwarts are very powerful. We don't want girls leaving school because they got caught in a bad way," Pomfrey said. She reached out and took Hermione by the arm. With a brisk tug, she pulled the girl into her office.
Leaving her alone for a moment, she returned with the tray. She arranged the bottles precisely, in a neat little line. An army ready to fix Hermione's mistake.
Pomfrey told Hermione to sit back and relax for a moment.
"Why does it matter if I slept with a Pureblood?" Hermione asked.
"It is not as simple as blood…" Pomfrey said. "It is a matter of which blood."
Hermione opened her mouth. Pomfrey shook her head. Holding up a wrinkled hand, she told Hermione to keep silent. "I cannot know his name. Certain families have rules and they would have to be informed about this. I am sure you do not want a Pureblood dictating what happens to their firstborn heir."
"I understand," Hermione said, fascinated. There was so much she didn't know about the Magical World. "In… I was always told I could go and get it taken care of, without parents or permission from anyone."
"Muggle London is much different than the world you live in now," Pomfrey said. She looked at the potions again, muttering a series of spells. "We just need to wait for them to settle and we can get started."
Hermione smoothed her skirt. "It seems so old fashioned here, sometimes."
"Not everyone is as liberal as you are," Pomfrey said, her tone even. "I won't tell you not to do this. I have no right to do that. Plenty of girls come in here looking for answers. But personally, I would keep any comments about mistakes to yourself. No one wants to hear babies are unwanted. It might be true, but no one wants to hear it."
Pomfrey muttered another string of spells before handing Hermione the first bottle. "This is the Barley Serum. Drink it quick. You have seven more to go and a long night of sickness."
"Sickness?" Hermione looked pale.
"Yes, there is always a downside to these sort of things," Pomfrey said.
Picking up the first bottle, Hermione swallowed it down. She made a face, turning slightly green. Pomfrey conjured a bucket for her.
Passing the next bottle, Hermione drank them in quick succession. Hermione spent the next two hours throwing up and running to the bathroom. She swore to herself she would never look at another penis until she turned 18.
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