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Bad Romance	By : Astrid-Lemons Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14480 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling or make any money from this story. I do not own the song 'Bad Romance' by Lady Gaga or make money from its use.

Chapter List
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Update 5/21
In an attempt to regain my creative muse, I have started an SS/HG fic for funzies called, When Duty Calls. It's nothing heavy, just a fun romantic comedy kind of deal. Yes, I'm shamelessly pimping myself out. Shhhhh, it will be our little secret.
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Author's Note:
So, I can feel my muse slowly dying. It is beyond frustrating. I have everything outlined and ready, with the exception of the grand finale. I have so much respect for all you writers out there that actually complete stories. I absolutely REFUSE to leave this fic unfinished. Getting the drive and motivation back to do it is going to kill me, but I promise to work through it. It might just take me a bit longer to finish than I originally planned.
Thank you to everyone out there reading this! Silent or not, you all have a huge positive impact on me.
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Hermione collapsed on the common room floor panting and sweating. She had run full speed all the way back to Gryffindor tower. The room was dark with the exception of a few dim embers in the hearth. Muted snores trickled down from the dorms. She curled into a ball on her side clutching her arms around her abdomen. It felt like a hole had been punched straight through her chest, leaving an excruciating void where her heart should be.
Her body shook violently as she continued to sob. "How could I be so stupid?" She hissed inwardly. "You knew damn well that his father was a Death Eater. What did you think was going to happen? Did you think that some how everything would be okay and you two would live happily ever after?" She chastised herself.
"I'm such a fucking idiot." She hiccuped, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
She was so distraught that she never noticed that someone had kneeled behind her, until she felt two warm hands pull her head up onto their lap, brushing the hair out of her face. "It's okay." Harry whispered.
Hermione sat up quickly, becoming dizzy and falling onto his bare chest. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders laying his head atop of hers. She moved her head to the side crying into his chest. "Let's get you off the floor." He said helping her to her feet. He led her to the love seat closest to the hearth and jogged away to retrieve his wand upstairs.
The fire roared back to life when he returned. The warmth was so welcoming. The tremors seemed to subside as the heat washed over her body. Harry stood in front of the couch, taking in his best friend's broken appearance. Hermione looked up at him noticing he was only wearing flannel bottoms, leaving his upper body exposed. It looked like he had leapt out of bed without a thought. She couldn't help but feel guilty for waking him.
"I'm so sorry." She said, tears still streaming down her face. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"I was already awake." He walked over and took a seat beside her, rubbing her back. "What's going on?"
Hermione shook her head. She didn't want to talk about it. The pain was so intense that she was afraid uttering a word about it would just put salt in the wounds.
"Malfoy did this, didn't he?"
She looked down at her knees, bouncing her leg nervously. "I don't want to talk about it."
"What did he do?" Harry urged impatiently.
"I don't want to fucking talk about it. Did you not fucking hear me?!" She spat yanking away from him.
He pulled her back against his chest with one arm and tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at his face. His green eyes bore into hers, searching for whatever secret she was hiding. The heat from the fireplace had made Hermione's multiple layers of clothing unbearable. Harry released her, gently unbuttoning her traveling cloak and sliding it off her shoulders.
"You must be dying under all of that." He said leaning away. "Go upstairs and change. I will be down here waiting. Something is wrong and I'm not leaving you alone until I know you're okay." He said sternly.
"And if I don't?" She challenged.
"Then I will attempt to go up there causing the 'oh my gods a boy is trying to go upstairs to get frisky' alarm to go off and wake everyone."
Hermione laughed, feeling marginally better. She could always count on Harry to break tension and make her smile. "Fine then." She sniffled hurrying up the stairs.
She crept across the room to her trunk, quickly stripping out of her robes, and tossing on an oversized tee shirt and shorts. Although the thought of Harry attempting to go up to the girls dorm was amusing, waking up her female housemates would not fair well. She grabbed a hair-tie and bounded down the steps putting her hair up in a messy ponytail.
As promised, he was still sitting in the love seat with an arm propped up on the back of it. He hadn't even bothered to go back to his dorm to put on a shirt. As the light from the fire flickered over his face she noticed deep purple markings under his eyes. A pang of guilt hit her again. He needed sleep and there she was blubbering like an idiot, waking him up. There was already so much chaos in his life that he didn't need her problems on top of it.
"You look exhausted." She said folding her arms over her midsection. It had become second nature to do so, in hopes of concealing her baby 'bump'.
He smiled shaking his head. "I'm fine. Same old, same old. We barely get to talk anymore as it is. It would be nice for just the two of us to have a sit down."
Hermione walked over to the love seat. "Under one condition."
"No Malfoy?"
"No Malfoy."
He nodded as she took a seat. She had never noticed how muscular he was before. He had always been smaller, but quidditch had seemed to make a marked difference in his physique. The smell of sandalwood flooded her senses as he shifted to face her. He was quite handsome. She caught herself wondering why she would have ever messed around with Draco when she had someone like Harry in her life. Not only was he her best friend, but they shared a connection that she never felt with anyone else. "No! Stop that! Don't you dare go there!" She scolded herself.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Harry looked concerned. He took her hand in his giving it a light squeeze. "I don't know what happened tonight, but I do know that you deserve better."
Tears had begun to cloud her vision. Even if she believed she deserved better there was no turning back. She was carrying a Death Eater's child. Nothing he could say or do would fix that. She loved the baby steadily growing inside of her, but the thought of bringing him into a literal war zone made her sick to her stomach.
Harry took his arm off of the back of the love seat and pulled her into his chest. Hermione curled into his side enjoying the warm embrace. She nuzzled into his chest, breathing in his scent, and feeling his soft skin against her face. Without thinking, she laid a hand just above his knee, absently rubbing his leg. If he had noticed he didn't show it. "Stop! What are you doing?! No!" Her mind screamed at her.
He gasped pushing her away. Before she had a chance to react, he pulled her hair to the side, running his fingers over the nap of her neck. She cringed.
"I don't care what you say. I'm going to have his fucking ass for this!" Harry growled.
"I did that." She whispered turning to look at him. "I literally, ripped the necklace he gave me off."
Harry scooted closer, his knee brushing her leg. The hand he had wrapped around her shoulders had fallen to the small of her back. She had suddenly become hyper aware of him next to her. He used his free hand to turn her face away, inspecting the cut on her neck. He was so close she could feel his breath on her neck. It made the skin at her nape break out in goose flesh. "Don't you fucking dare!" Her subconscious bellowed.
She turned her head back towards him, brushing her cheek on his lips. She didn't want to feel the pain anymore. The need to feel anything else, other than the anguish from earlier that evening, overrode her logical thinking. Leaning forward, she gently pressed her lips to his. He stilled, but didn't pull away. Hermione let her lips linger bringing her hand up to his neck. He gently nipped at her bottom lip, catching her off guard. Her lips parted as his lips moved with hers. Harry knotted a hand into her wild curls deepening the kiss. Hermione crawled into his lap straddling his legs, flicking her tongue into his mouth. A low growl escaped from his throat spurring her on. Their tongues danced together in a frenzy. She moaned into his mouth as he gently sucked her tongue. Upon release, she moved to nip at his jaw line, hearing his breath grow ragged. Her tongue traced over his pulse as she ground her hips into his feeling his desire. Yes, this was what she needed, the feeling of someone who wasn't Draco. She let a finger slide down his chest to his taught stomach running her finger along his waist band.
Harry jerked away pinning her arms to her sides. "We can't do this." He breathed. Hermione slid off his lap, tears stinging her eyes. "I care about you too much to let you do this."
Hermione put her head in her hands, breaking out in fresh sobs. "I'm so sorry." She muttered feeling ashamed.
"Look at me." He urged brushing the loose hair out of her face. She reluctantly looked up to find his kind eyes staring back. "You're only doing this because you're hurt. If I had let that go any farther, I would have been taking advantage of you. I love you too much to do that."
She stood up, her legs felt like jelly. The pain in her chest rekindled with the sting of complete embarrassment. Harry was right. She never looked at him as more than a friend. Neither one of them ever saw each other as a love interest. Her stomach lurched thinking about what she had just done. She quickly stumbled to the bathroom, falling to knees, and emptied her stomach into the toilet. She laid her cheek against the cool bowl trying to catch her breath.
Harry knelt beside her running a cool rag over her forehead. "I'm so sorry." She choked out.
"Please stop apologizing." He said helping her sit back against the wall.
"I seem to fuck everything up these days."
Harry moved beside her putting his arm around her shoulders. "You didn't fuck anything up. No matter what you say or do, I will always be by your side. You should know that by now. But I can't help you if you're not honest with me."
"I don't think you can." She lifted her shirt showing her bloated stomach. There was no mistaken she was pregnant under her shirt. Her belly had become smooth and round. It wasn't so big that it was completely obvious under her clothing, but in a few weeks time, it would become apparent to everyone else.
Harry pulled her onto his lap letting her cry into his neck. "We'll figure this out." He whispered rubbing her back.
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The whole of the weekend became a blur. Hermione spent most of it in her bed, only coming down to the common room when Ginny forcefully pulled her from under the sheets to eat. Harry had offered to tell Ginny and Ron about the situation, including Drafo's new status. It was a relief to not have to relive everything that had happened, especially the heart breaking discovery at the top of the astronomy tower.
She had fought with Ginny Monday morning about going down to the great hall for breakfast. The thought of seeing Draco made her stomach churn and her chest ache. Not to mention, she had potions with him straight after. After arguing with Hermione for a good 10 minutes, Ginny gave up and decided to bring breakfast up to the common room for her. Hermione grudgingly excepted a plate of pancakes and sausage as Ginny sat beside her at the small wooden table in the corner of the common room.
"What are you going to do when people start noticing that you're up the duff?" Ginny asked taking a sip of orange juice. "That disgusting Death Eater is going to find out eventually." Ever since Ginny found out about Draco's involvement she refused to address him in conversation by anything else.
"There's not much I can do." Hermione put down her fork sighing. "As for the paternity dilemma, I'll just say it was someone I met on a trip to town."
"They're going to think you are some common bint, Mione." Ginny said softly.
"I love you, but I'm done talking about this." Hermione said sternly. The bell sounded announcing the end of breakfast. "I need to go."
Ginny stood up with her, hugging her friend tightly. "It'll be okay, Mione."
Hermione made a quick exit out of the portrait hole, clutching her books in front of her middle with her head down. No one knew about Draco and Hermione's once intimate relationship, the fact she was carrying his child, or that he was officially part of the Dark Lord's army, other than her best friends. It didn't stop her from feeling like all eyes were on her, that people knew, that she was being silently judged every moment outside of her dorm.
She took the stairs two at a time down into the dungeons. It sounded like everyone was already in the classroom. She made a beeline towards the class, hoping that Draco skipped out so she wouldn't have to face him. She rounded the corner coming to a screeching halt, dropping her books when she saw a flash of platinum blond hair. He spun around locking eyes with her.
His appearance was back to his usual clean cut, immaculate attire. His body had gone rigid as if he was trying to figure out what to do next. Her chest began to ache again. Tears threatened to spill over of their own volition. She moved her gaze to the floor, stooping down to pick up her belongings. She stood back up just in time to see him turn with a jerk and walk away. For the first time in Hermione's academic career, she fled back up to the common room completely abandoning class to lay in her bed crying until she couldn't cry anymore.
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Draco watched the dungeon door out of his peripheral as Snape approached the front of the class. Where was Hermione? He had just seen her a few minutes ago outside of the room. Was she ditching class? The image of her horror stricken face as she saw him, the tears in her eyes as she knelt down to retrieve her books from the floor tore at his heart. She was scared of him.
He had been so busy watching for Hermione's arrival that he didn't notice the tall dark wizard in front of him until a roll of parchment came in contact with the side of his head. His eyes snapped up to the irritated professor.
"Unless that door is going to give you all the information needed to brew a dreamless sleeping drought, I suggest you pay attention." He drawled turning away to continue with the lesson. He really wished Snape would stop doing that.
He couldn't concentrate for the rest of the class. His lab partner, Pansy Parkinson, was more than happy to do all the work for him. Luckily, she made good on the assignment, filled 2 vials, and sat them at the professor's desk before he dismissed the class.
"So, any plans tonight?" Pansy asked coyly picking her belongings up from the lab table. "Looks like you could use a little distraction."
Draco scrunched his nose up and glared at her. After four years she had still not gotten the hint that he was not interested in what she had to offer. She jumped as he roughly grabbed her arm pulling her closer.
"When will you get it through your thick fucking skull that I don't want you? You are making yourself look like a desperate Knockturn Alley bint." He hissed. She pulled away with huff hurrying out of the empty classroom.
"My office now, Draco." Snape glared at him using his wand to open his office door. "Today." He snapped seeing Draco had barely moved.
Between Hermione leaving him, the Dark Lord watching his every move, and Pansy's recent idiocy he was at the end of his fuse. He dutifully followed Snape into his office falling back into the scratchy threadbare chair in front of his desk. He crossed his arms cutting his eyes at the professor.
"It seems as if Miss Granger has taken up the bad habits of the dunderheads she calls friends, or you have explaining to do." He said unblinkingly.
"Do I look like Herm.... Granger's keeper." He stumbled over the words feeling Snape's scrutinizing stare over him.
"You and Miss Granger seem to take me as a fool. I see everything Draco." He said menacingly. "I suggest you fix whatever, issues, you two seem to have."
"Unless you can take this fucking brand off my arm, there is nothing to fix." Snape froze. She hadn't told him about the little secret hiding under her shirt. He wasn't going to be the one to tell him he was due to be a father in a little over five months.
"What does it matter to you?" Draco hissed.
"She's hiding something. It would be in your best interest to figure it out before it's too late." Snape stood quickly pointing to his door. "Now, get out."
The door slammed behind Draco as he walked back into the classroom. What could she be hiding? What was so important that Snape felt the need to drag him into his office and scold him like an errant child? Why couldn't he just fucking tell him? Whatever it was, it was serious. That he was sure of. He grumbled under his breath grabbing his bag and headed out to the corridor.
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