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Verto Vitae	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 40710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 9
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Warning: This chapter contains material that some readers may find offensive.
Draco didn't sleep. Under his cloak of invisibility (or, more accurately, Potter's) he walked the grounds, watching the Dementors' mist rise and swirl over the dewy grass. By the time the sun rose behind the grey shroud he was decided. Whatever was going on between Hermione and him definitely had to end. He should have ended it yesterday like he'd told himself. But it seemed that when it came to her he was weaker than he had anticipated.
And last night after…her eyes had been so haunted, her tears so painful to watch. He could only imagine what had happened up on that tower. He'd certainly played over any possible scenario on his nighttime stroll, no matter how hard he'd tried not to. He just couldn't push the image of her battered person out of his mind and every bruise, every scratch, presented a new and terrifying picture of her abuse. Had she struggled? Was that why he was so rough? They were supposedly engaged and though Draco highly doubted Blaise's capability to love anything other than money, he must have some tender feelings toward Valouris.
Or was he simply using Valouris as a means to an end, certainly not worthy of any show of kindness behind closed doors? How different was this Blaise than the Blaise he knew in the real world? How much more hardened was he?
Draco worried about Hermione, about her ability to continue with this plan. They were only four days in and already she'd suffered abuse from his mother and Blaise and been forced to give up something he was certain she'd held fondly onto in hopes of waiting until marriage. And if that wasn't enough, Blaise had likely impregnated her last night.
That was if he hadn't before.
The thought had stricken him to a dead halt somewhere around dawn. He hadn't used any kind of contraception at all yesterday. With all the fertility potions being pumped into her it was unlikely she hadn't conceived. And if she had with him in that classroom, that meant she hadn't conceived Blaise's. Would they be able to tell the difference? Would she be punished, possibly killed, if they found out it wasn't his? And further…after they got back to their world…would she want to keep the baby? Would he? Instinct told him it wouldn't be smart to have a child now, and certainly not with someone who would never marry him…they were both too young and he would never burden her with raising the child alone. He would want to be there, and he was sure the Weasel would not permit this.
The only thing they could do now was to get rid of the child they had created (which lodged a heavy stone of disappointment deep in his gut he didn't want to explore) and have her lay with Blaise somehow before the meeting tonight. And she would need another Fertility Potion as well, just to ensure…
Fuck, how had this all gotten so complicated? His head was pounding as he snuck back into the school which was wonderfully warm compared to the icy grounds. He met only a somber Grey Lady on his trek to their classroom they had claimed for their potion brewing.
Draco was startled when he walked in and saw Hermione leaning over the potion, ladle in hand, her brow furrowed in concentration. She looked up from the steam and gave him a small smile as he pulled off the Cloak.
"Thought I'd get an early start," she said quietly, gesturing to the potion. He nodded and joined her, sticking his hands next to the flames to warm them. He looked up when he noticed she was staring at him.
"Why are you so flushed?" she asked, raising a hand to feel his forehead, then his cold cheeks. "You're not coming down with something, are you? Draco, you're freezing!"
"I went for a walk," he explained, moving his face away from her warm hands, away from the stirring deep within him from the simple touch. She dropped them to her sides and moved to the cutting board to continue chopping nettle quills.
"I see."
He knew he'd upset her and reminded himself this was a good thing. She needed to keep her distance, because if she got too close he knew he would just fall under her spell over and over. Keep to the task.
As he began setting up another cauldron for the Termination Potion (which his father had taught him and forced him to memorize) she looked up questioningly. He chewed over the best way to explain the situation and decided giving it to her straight was the best method.
"I'm fixing up a Termination Potion. I forgot to use any kind of contraception yesterday, which I sincerely apologize about. And, well, since you've been taking so many Fertility Potions there's not really a chance you didn't conceive..."
She blanched and he took an automatic step forward in case she decided to faint on him. But she kept her feet, her eyes wide, and brought her hands to her stomach. Draco tried not to think about what was behind those hands. She leaned heavily against the table and closed her eyes, her fingers digging into her abdomen. He didn't know what to say to her, how to comfort her. Should he apologize again? Or would that just upset her? What he hated most was what he had to say next.
"There's more," he continued softly. When she looked up at him her face was ravaged with misery, mirroring that ball he kept tucked deep inside. "You'll need to take another Fertility Potion afterwards and have sex with Blaise again before the meeting tonight. They'll probably be expecting you to be pregnant, but I don't want to chance them possibly finding out it's not his."
He watched her suck in a very slow breath and let it out, shaking her head.
"What?" he asked. He thought he'd made it all very plain.
"They don't want me pregnant yet. Trust me."
Confused, Draco crossed his arms over his chest and furrowed his brow at her. "Why would they be giving you all those damn potions now if they didn't want you to get pregnant?"
"I don't know."
"Then how do you know they don't want you pregnant?" And how could they possibly stop it if she was on the potions?
She looked so much older than she had yesterday when she looked up at him, her body sagging beneath the weight of her responsibilities. "Because Blaise wouldn't have sex with me."
To say he was shocked to hear this would be a gross understatement. "Wait – what?"
She shook her head again, pushing off from the table to sink onto a chair, her hands clenching together tightly. "He wouldn't, he refused. Said we couldn't, Voldemort gave him orders specifically not to."
He sputtered, staring at her in disbelief. "The Dark Lord told Blaise he couldn't fuck Valouris?"
She nodded.
Draco pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead and rubbed the ache there. "I'm lost."
"That makes two of us."
"So…he doesn't want you pregnant?"
"I guess not."
"Then why-"
"I don't know, Draco," she said wearily. "The only thing I can guess is that we have to wait until marriage. I'm assuming I will find out tonight when that will be. But I can't imagine they will want us to wed until after we graduate. If so, we won't have to worry about that particular problem. I'm sure they'll want to make a huge spectacle out of it with all the plans those chits you call mates are drawing up."
It made sense. Of course they would wait until school was over. A union of the Zabini and Malfoy lines would denote a mass celebration which they certainly wouldn't be able to do while the two were working on finals. Which meant there had truly been no reason for Draco to seduce her and take her virginity, a fact which was more than blatant on her face.
"Hermione...gods, I'm so-"
"Don't," she begged, not meeting his gaze, her eyes closing. "Please, just...don't.
He nodded, though she couldn't see, and his stomach roiled in guilt. She shouldn't be here, she shouldn't have to go through this, he should never have touched her. He should have been stronger, then she would have been free to give herself to Weasley or Potter or whomever and she wouldn't be faced with aborting their child, wouldn't have to live with the memory of giving something so precious to someone so undeserving...
He sighed heavily, scrubbing his face. There was no point in dwelling over things he couldn't fix. He needed to focus on what they would do from here on out.
"I suppose if they don't want you pregnant right away then there's no reason for you to take that damned potion anymore, is there?" he asked.
"I think I should keep it up simply for appearances sake. If he won't have sex with me then there shouldn't be a problem. The potion won't hurt me; I've looked up the possible side-effects. But with all of them watching me like a hawk to ensure I take the damn thing it'll just be easier to do so."
And he would just have to be sure to stay far, far away from her. They were silent for a few moments but finally Draco steeled himself enough to turn back to his potion.
Hermione didn't move from her chair the entire time he worked. Out of the corner of his eye he watched her wrap her arms around her stomach, her eyes shut tight.
The potion was simple and only took him ten minutes. As he Conjured a goblet he reminded himself that they had to do this. There wasn't an option. There never was. If he had kept his mind about him in the first place this never would have happened. And it wasn't like he wanted a kid anyway, he was barely more than a child himself.
He turned to her, goblet full, his knuckles white from clenching it so tightly, and stilled. She hadn't changed her position, still cradling her stomach as if she could protect the child from the inevitable. He couldn't imagine what she was going through. He'd never actually had to use this potion, always having remembered the contraception, but had kept it to memory just in case he needed to whip it up in an emergency. Like this. But he had never imagined how hard it would be to actually give it. He'd always figured if he'd had to make the damn thing he would shove it down his current conquest's throat if she tried to protest. But now, if Hermione protested…could he say no? Could he really force her to take it?
Before he could move to her she looked up, her features wan under the makeup Valouris required. He watched her brace herself, watched her stand, straighten her robes. He walked to her and simply stood there looking down at her. She finally met his gaze and gave him a weak smile he knew she put on for his benefit. Then she put out her hand and he pressed the goblet into it.
She cupped it with both hands and raised it up several times, breathing shallowly, before finally swallowing it in one, her face twisted when she pulled down the empty goblet which fell to her side, clenched tightly in her fist as if she were strangling it. She raised her other hand shakily to her mouth looking as if she might be sick. Draco put a hand on her shoulder, hoping to steady her, to let her know she wasn't alone, but she shrugged it away and turned from him. She walked to the table and set the goblet down gently on the scarred wooden surface and leaned heavily against it, hanging her head. Draco said nothing but watched her, waiting for her to break down, to cry it out. But she did neither.
"You should get up to breakfast," she finally croaked, her voice harsh and forced. "I'll finish up here."
Draco knew she needed her time alone, so he grabbed the Cloak and headed for the door. He stalled for a moment, wanting to say something, anything. At a loss of what he could possibly say to make this better, he ripped open the door and made for the Great Hall.
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Hermione struggled to keep herself upright until the door closed behind Draco. Once she knew he was out of ear shot she let out the shriek of pain that had been building up inside her and dropped to the floor, clutching her stomach.
The wrenching pain was intense but blessedly brief and she gasped in the wake of it. Pulling aside her robe she looked down to see the blood gathered between her thighs and let out a shuddering cry, her entire body shaking so hard she couldn't grab her wand. She gave up and simply curled into a ball, sobs wracking through her.
They'd killed their own child. She'd never had a religion, but she hoped that if there was a hell that she would burn in the deepest layer of it for all of eternity.
It took her several minutes to gain control enough to clean the mess and remind herself that they didn't have any option. Not in this. They couldn't keep it. It could jeopardize everything; this entire mission, their lives, the lives of everyone else if they failed. It wasn't as if she was ready to be a mother anyway. Certainly not out of wedlock, and certainly not with a man who would never be there for the child. She couldn't imagine Draco would have wanted to have anything to do with it. But still…she could have tried…
No. Don't do this to yourself, she scolded. You did what you had to do. It didn't feel a thing, it was only a mass of cells, not even a child at all. You'll have your own baby someday. With your husband. This one never had a chance. They would have found it and killed it. And you. And Draco. And without us the others wouldn't stand a chance. You are the world's only hope. With responsibility comes sacrifice.
The pep talk calmed her measurably. She spent several more minutes lying on the floor in mourning but knew she had to finish adding the nettle quills and get to class. She had to move on.
The day rushed by in a haze of color and sound, little registering to her numb brain at all. She kept an outward appearance of normality, even kissing Blaise on the cheek when she sat next to him for lunch. By the time they retired to the common room for the evening she had her mind on the upcoming meeting. If she was going to get through this she had to clear her mind.
So she joined her little girl gang and broached the subject of her upcoming nuptials and this gave her ample opportunity to work on her Occlumency while the girls prattled on, pushing back every memory which might give her and Draco away and tucking it behind the white wall she'd built during the lessons with Moody. When Millicent handed her the potion she took it without fuss although the vast amount of Firewhiskey had her head swimming.
The common room emptied slowly. At fifteen after eleven she stood and went to Blaise where he and his lot sat snickering about something vile, no doubt. She leaned down to his ear and told him she was dressing and to meet her here in half an hour. He nodded and leaned up to kiss her, something she was slowly growing accustomed to even if it revolted her.
The girls joined her in the dormitory and she shook them off in the bathroom, snapping at them all to get to bed. They did as they were told and she took out the small package Narcissa had given her and opened it, revealing a shrunken pair of emerald green dress robes. She enlarged and donned them, the silky material floating around her, softer than anything she'd ever felt before. The top dipped into a dangerous sweetheart neckline, showing all too much cleavage, the tight sleeves coming to a point at the base of her middle finger. It was beautiful, if a bit revealing.
She re-did her makeup meticulously and piled her curls on top of her head in an elegant twist. Grabbing her cloak off her bed, she slipped into a pair of dangerous looking heels and made her way down to the common room with minutes to spare.
Her stomach was in knots as she descended the stairs into the now empty room. Blaise looked up from his seat in his usual armchair and rose, a grin spreading across his face.
"You are an absolute goddess, Valouris," he murmured, taking her hand and kissing the back of it making her think longingly of Draco. He took the heavy cloak from her hand and draped it around her, fastening it before looking up at her fondly. "Shall we?"
She took his arm and the two of them made their way out of the castle, keeping to shadows to ensure they were not seen. She noticed he kept his wand in hand and didn't want to think about what might happen if they did indeed come across a teacher or prefect. She wondered if Draco had patrol tonight, wished he were there with her.
Hermione wrapped her cloak tightly around herself, annoyed with the permanent cold, her other hand holding the long robes above the dewy lawn. Blaise kept them at nearly a trot as they crossed the vast lawns toward the gates, his eyes everywhere.
The moment they crossed over the protective barriers, leaving the gate slightly open for their return, Blaise gripped her elbow tightly. Her stomach twisted as he Apparated them and they landed on a barren lane hedged by ominous looking briar. He pulled her to the shadows of a tree and they stood there silently for several minutes. Hermione wondered whether this was normal or whether she should be asking Blaise as to why they were simply lurking in the dark instead of heading to the meeting. But fear kept her tongue glued to the roof of her mouth and she swallowed her questions.
The sound of Apparition met her ears and she jumped slightly when a cloaked figure appeared before them. The man did not greet them but simply turned on his heel and Blaise started after the man, Hermione hurriedly falling in behind, trying to look as though she knew what she was doing. She wished Draco were here to help her, to explain what was happening. In all their discussions of how these meetings went he'd never once mentioned this.
The man turned sharply in front of tall, wrought iron gates of an unimaginably large manor and walked straight through with his left arm raised. It suddenly became clear as to why they had waited for this man: apparently one needed a Dark Mark to enter and since neither she nor Blaise had one they would need a senior member to let them in. Draco had explained that as it was his home he was allowed entrance, but would she have been able to get Blaise through? Was that why they'd had to wait?
The gate simply melted away to reveal a sinister black mansion which was daunting in size. Lush gardens sprawled around them as the three of them made their way silently up the immensely long gravel path. Hermione smiled at the albino peacocks, remembering when Draco had told her about the creatures. She'd burst into a fit of laughter and he'd tried to scold her for mocking his father's ostentatious boast of prosperity but had finally given into the laughter as well. It had been the first time Hermione could ever remember seeing him laugh when it wasn't in sick pleasure of someone else's pain. Gods, how she wished he were here...
The doors opened automatically at their approach and Blaise stopped her in the entrance hall and gave her a kiss.
"I'll see you in a few minutes, my love," he said, then followed the silent, mysterious man through a door to their right.
Hermione froze. Another thing Draco had never mentioned. What was she supposed to do? Where was she supposed to go? She had planned on just following Blaise to wherever the meeting was supposed to take place, but he'd made it clear she should be elsewhere. For once she wished Blaise wouldn't leave her, he was her single lifeline here...
"Valouris?" Hermione looked up, relieved to see Narcissa striding up to her, a pinched look on her fair face. "There you are. Well, come along, they'll be starting in a few minutes."
Hermione followed Narcissa up the sweeping grand staircase and into a lush parlor where several other women lingered. Narcissa rounded on her as she entered the room, Bellatrix hurrying up to her sister's side, both of their faces anxious.
"Did you get it?" Bellatrix snapped and Hermione had to bite back the revulsion she felt at the mad woman's presence.
"Bella, really," Narcissa scolded as Bellatrix grabbed for Hermione who jerked back instinctively. "Well? Did he ask you or not?"
Hermione realized they were talking about the engagement. "Yes, he did."
"Good. Then come along, we only have a few minutes."
Narcissa led her to a vanity table where she was primped even more and an extravagant emerald necklace was draped across her neck. Bellatrix stood back scowling while the other few women preened over Hermione while they discussed wedding plans much like their daughters had. Finally, they all ushered her to the door and Narcissa sent one woman out to see if the men were ready.
"You keep that tongue in your head, hear me?" Narcissa admonished quietly so as not to be heard by the others. "This is our last chance. Do not fail us."
"I won't," Hermione answered and Bellatrix snorted derisively behind her shoulder. Narcissa glared at her older sister before turning back to her daughter, smoothing her robes and tucking a stray hair onto her extravagant up-do.
"Wait until I am at the bottom of the stairs to come out. Your entrance is of the utmost importance, do you understand me? He needs to see you are no longer a child."
Hermione nodded and willed the shaking in her hands to desist. She was apparently about to face Voldemort, really face him. Terror knotted in her belly and she fought to keep her face void of emotion. She had thought she was here for a meeting, to listen to Voldemort rant and rave and plan. She was going to stand in the back unnoticed, memorize his monologue to take back to the Order. It seemed, as she had with everything thus far, she'd underestimated her summons.
The woman came back and smiled, the action making her horse face even harsher in the low lighting of the room. "He is ready for you."
Narcissa held Hermione back as the other women filed out, Bella chucking her on the chin as she strode past. Narcissa nodded one last time to Hermione before striding after her sister. Hermione watched through the crack in the door as Narcissa simply glided down the curved staircase, one hand resting softly on the banister. She saw the tall form of Voldemort standing before a sea of black, just in front of Blaise who was on his left, Lucius to his right where Narcissa joined.
A tremor of fear overtook her and Hermione sucked in a great, steadying breath. She could do this. She didn't know what she was doing or why, but after last night she felt confident she could get through whatever strange initiation this seemed to be. Steeling herself, she strode from the room purposefully, her back straight, her chin up, poised like she owned the world, just as a Malfoy would. She approached the stairs, placed her fingertips lightly on the rail, and attempted to float as she'd watched Narcissa do.
Every step was like tightening a rubber band on her insides as Voldemort's serpentine face came into view. But she kept his gaze, those red eyes locked on hers. She kept her mind blank in case he decided to take a gander through it, but she reached the bottom of the stairs without incident and stood silently, awaiting a signal as to her next move, looking at no one but Voldemort.
His terrifying face suddenly broke into what she could only surmise was supposed to be a smile, though it only made the fear in her increase tenfold rather than put her at ease.
"My dear Valouris, you look simply exquisite," he said, reaching out his hand. Hermione remembered Draco's instructions and she took his icy grip without hesitation and bent her head to kiss his fingers, sinking into a low curtsy, her head down, her robes flowing around her.
"You are too kind, my lord," she replied demurely. She could hardly believe how smoothly the words flowed from her as her very soul trembled in fear at this monster's proximity. She had to keep reminding herself that this was just an act, a game. She could get through this.
He pulled her up from her curtsy and dropped her hand with a gesture. "Come, let me see you."
With a glance at Narcissa who nodded fractionally, Hermione turned slowly on the spot feeling like a concubine on display. She wished she knew what this was all about.
When she looked back up at Voldemort he was still grinning. "You have grown to be an exceptional beauty, Valouris."
Hermione curtsied again. "You humble me, my lord."
"You are prepared to redeem yourself after your rather unfortunate incident last year?" he challenged, his smooth brow raised.
"Yes, my lord. I will do anything you ask of me. I am your loyal servant."
His smile turned cold with skepticism. "We shall see. You aware of the task you have been bestowed?"
Hermione's heart turned to ice. She had no idea whatsoever if Valouris had been told about the task or not. With all eyes on her she was unable to look to Narcissa for help again. Her mind spun out of control, scrambling for the right words.
"The task you entrust me with will be dutifully executed, my lord, I can assure you," she simpered, hoping these were not the last words she would utter. Sniggers rang throughout the room but when Voldemort raised one white fist they ceased immediately.
"And you have been taking your potions?" he questioned, his eyes narrowing. Hermione nodded once.
"Every night, my lord, as ordered."
"And you are…untouched?"
These last words simply dripped from his mouth and the silence in the room was palpable. Hermione couldn't breathe, could hardly think. Untouched…what did he mean by that? As in virgin? Surely not…
Hermione glanced at Blaise who was still as stone then to Narcissa whose eyebrows were raised and Lucius who looked ready to murder. What was going on? She couldn't think of any other meaning it could be…but what about the list?
Her heart sank. What if she just hadn't had sex? What if Valouris had been promiscuous in other ways? Blaise had called her a tease… What if she'd been keeping herself for her marriage to Blaise? This terrifying thought stole the breath from her lungs.
Oh, gods, what have I done?
"Of-of course, my lord," she stammered, cursing herself, fear coursing through her as she was sure she had given herself away. But Voldemort only grinned more broadly.
"I seem to have embarrassed our little virgin," he proclaimed to the room at large and chuckles rang throughout the hall. A blush crept onto her cheeks and Voldemort took her hand, kissing it with a deviant look in his eye, as Hermione swallowed back the bile that stung the back of her throat. "Then I shall see you at midnight on the fifth."
Hermione curtsied once more, hoping she wouldn't be sick. "Yes, my lord."
"Mr. Zabini, if you could see your betrothed out before you join us?" Voldemort inquired, turning to Blaise. Hermione could see the astonishment flutter across his face before he fixed it to his usual mask of indifference.
"As you wish, my lord," he said, inclining his head. He walked up to Hermione as the sea of Death Eaters moved to a room down the hall, Lucius breaking free from the throng to approach Voldemort to whom he lowered his head.
"My lord, if I may have a moment with my daughter in private?" he asked smoothly. Voldemort raised a brow at his inquiry.
"Of course, but only a moment, Lucius, we have important matters to discuss this evening."
"Yes, my lord."
Lucius walked up to the teens and planted a withering look at Blaise who bowed.
"I'll wait by the door, sir," he said then strode across the hall. Lucius grabbed Hermione tightly by the arm and dragged her through the nearest door to an extravagant sitting room and shoved roughly her inside.
"Do not lie to me, Valouris!" he roared, rounding on her as the door snapped shut behind him. Hermione fought the urge to go for her wand, her heart pounding as she looked up to his maniacal face. "We all saw you hesitate and you best believe the Dark Lord will be looking into the matter! Now, tell me the truth, have you lain with someone?"
Hermione had backed into a couch and gripped the fabric tightly, bracing herself in case he struck.
"No, father!" she cried desperately. "I was telling the truth, I swear!"
He towered over her, so close she could smell his hot breath as he leaned his face into to hers.
"You know what will happen to all of us if you are lying!" he thundered, his hand coming to her throat, cutting off her air supply. "We have one chance and if you are not a virgin when you enter the Dark Lord's bed we are all as good as dead! Do you understand me?"
Hermione felt as though her internal organs had simply slid through the floor and puddled at her feet. If Lucius hadn't been holding her up she was sure she would have crumpled right then.
"Yes," she barely choked out.
Lucius huffed above her, his face so much like Draco's. He released her roughly, shoving her back into the arm of the couch which she clung to to hold herself up. She gasped, rubbing her aching throat as he backed up, brushing off his robes.
"We shall all find out very soon. Now give me that necklace and get back to school."
With trembling hands, Hermione reached up and undid the clasp, handing the heavy jewelry to Lucius who snatched it before turning on his heel and striding out of the room, slipping the necklace into his pocket.
Hermione steadied herself before making her trembling way to the lush entrance hall where Blaise waited by the door. He broke into a grin at the sight of her and Hermione tried to smile back.
"Can you believe it?" he whispered, yanking open the door to the cool night and leading her out, his warm hand at the small of her back. "He's letting me in on a meeting! And I don't even have the Mark yet!"
"That's great," Hermione breathed, her mind whirling.
"And after all this is over you and I will be honored beyond all others. Can you imagine, Valouris?" He punched the air and stopped her at the gate. His face fell when he noticed her lack of enthusiasm. "Why the hell aren't you celebrating? It's finally happening, Val! It's what we always wanted!"
"I suppose I'm just a little stunned, is all," Hermione admitted truthfully, forcing a smile up at him. "I can't believe it."
"I know! In a couple months you'll shove that damn thing out and we'll be rolling in gold and we'll be right at his side in everything! We've got it, love!" He grabbed her and swung her around before setting her on her feet and kissing her hard, his delight unequivocal. "I've got to go. See you at breakfast?"
"Of course. And you'll tell me everything?" Hermione went out on a limb, but he smiled and kissed her again.
"Everything."
Then he turned and all but ran back up the walkway to the manor, the door slamming shut behind him.
The night was suddenly icy around Hermione. She lifted a hand to push open the gate but her arm went right through the metal as if it were smoke. She walked forward on shaky legs, peering at the dark brush which surrounded her. Shuddering, she turned on the spot and Apparated back to the tall gates of Hogwarts, staring up at them for a few moments before slipping through them, the dark castle looming before her, a cold breeze ripping tendrils of hair from her carefully constructed bun.
The familiar grounds surrounded her and everything she had learned throughout the night crashed down upon her, sending her to her knees. She didn't even look up when Draco appeared out of thin air in front of her, calling her name. He knelt hastily before her, grabbing her shoulders, forcing her to look up at him.
"Are you alright? Look at me, what happened?"
Hermione focused on breathing and not being sick, swallowing over and over. What could she say? How could she possibly tell him?
"Hermione, talk to me. Are you alright? Did they hurt you?"
She shook her head, hanging it in shame so she didn't have to look at him, feeling the bile pressing at the back of her throat. She wished he would go away and leave her be.
"Look at me, dammit! What happened?"
She sought his eyes and took comfort from the concern in them.
"Get me out of here," she croaked, the words spilling from her without thought.
His brow furrowed. "I'll take you back to the castle-"
"No!" she spat. What the hell didn't he understand? "Get me out of here, we have to leave. We failed…I failed…"
"What are you talking about? Hermione, fucking tell me what is going on!" He shook her, snapping her into focus.
"Draco…I read it all wrong, I'm so sorry…so sorry…I thought, it seemed…but I was wrong. We have to leave, have to get out of here, find another way…"
"Hermione, there is no other way! This is all we have; we have to make this work! Now tell me what is going on, we can figure this out."
Hermione looked up at him finally, taking in his beautiful face, lined with worry, wondering if she'd sentenced him to death.
"He wants a virgin."
She watched his face fall in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
Hermione gave him a twisted smile. "Voldemort doesn't want to put his baby inside someone who's already been touched."
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A/N: Anyone see this twist coming? ;) Also, let me please make clear that I am pro-choice and in NO WAY do I think anyone who has an abortion deserves to burn in the "deepest layer of hell." This was simply the portrayal of how I imagined a teenaged Hermione would feel about it. Your body, your choice, this is fiction :)

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