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Chapter 18: Still

'Dear God!' were the two words that rang through my head like a mantra. Through being a witch for these six and a half years, I've learned that God was a muggle thing and used it as less as I could, but every now and then I'd remember our dear Lord and use his name, whether in time of need or in vain. Currently I didn't care if I was calling out Merlin, the greatest wizard in history, or the muggle God. I was just so shocked I probably even forgot how to talk.

My eyes scanned over the pictures, from the very provocative attire I had worn the day Draco had proposed to me, to my bare skin. 88 percent of all the pictures in the magazine had me in it, but rarely I could see some of Draco's damn sexy body and his face could be seen in one of the photos. There were words written over and under each picture, but I didn't care what it said. The pictures itself were enough to make me loose consciousness. The first one I saw was when I was standing up and Draco had his hand up my thigh through the crotchless panties and my head was thrown back in ecstasy. Needless to say it was very revealing and no wonder the boys in school were eyeing me like that.

I dropped the magazine, not able to take it anymore and tears were flowing down my cheeks like a waterfall. I tried to swallow my sobs, but they only gathered up deep in my chest and spilled out.

"So I take it you didn't do this on purpose," Lavender said and Parvati picked up the fallen magazine and patted my back. I sunk back into the wall and put my head in my hands.

"I'm sorry," the dark haired girl said. "We'll try to explain to everyone that it was a prank of some sort," she assured me and the two of them left.

Harry wrapped his arms around me and I turned around, sobbing into his chest. "I can't believe this happened, Harry," I said between my tears.

I was ruined completely. I was so humiliated. My reputation was tarnished, my pride shattered, my image as the Gryffindor virgin had gone down the drain. What will everyone think about me? Maybe if it were just pictures, then people wouldn't really heed it, but it was in Playwizard! This wasn't a prank. People would think I'm a porn star or something. Oh Merlin help me.

And what would happen if a professor found out? My Head position would be removed and so would Draco's and I'd probably be expelled. Not only had I gone out of Hogwarts during the school year without permission but I had sex and had pictures taken of it and it was published. If parents would found out, they'd shun me. Already Slytherins were taking advantage of this. What will happen to me?

I cried harder than ever and there was a crowd forming around us. I could tell because there were murmurs and whispers and a few guys were saying obscene things. I saw Colin Creevey with an evil grin on his face, behind Harry, leaning back on the wall with Pansy next to him. I wonder what their deal is...I dunno. And it's not like I care...actually I would've of, it's not everyday a Gryffindor and a Slytherin talk like that...but right now I'm too embarrassed about my current situation to dwell on that.

Harry was cursing above their voices and managed to take me away. He was like those body guards, putting his wand out and covering my face like as though I was a movie star and these students were the paparazzi. Finally, getting through the crowd, he brought me to an empty classroom and sat me down on one of the tables as he tried to get people out of the classroom. When he did, he slammed the door shut and attacked it with quite a lot of locking spells and warded the room.

My tears were drying up and now my mind was on overdrive. Who took the pictures? And when? So the flashes of light I saw that day was from a camera? But who knew that I was there? I was in the Malfoy Cottage I doubt anyone but Draco and the Malfoys knew that how to get there. And even if someone could get there, why did they take pictures? And why were they sent to Playwizard?

Draco could've had the pictures taken, but he would've asked me. He would never do something like that without my permission. Maybe he would've months ago, but now I was going to be the mother of his child and his wife-to-be. He wasn't the old bastard. He was a sweet, caring, and sensitive Draco. So he was out of the picture but who else knew?

I was shaking now. My whole body was trembling from my cries. Oh dear, what's going to happen to me? And what sick bastard took my pictures and had them sent out to porn magazines that would be distributed all throughout the Wizarding world?

Harry sat down next on a chair in front of me and pulled me down to his lap. Apparently I had begun shake a lot now so he held me up in his arms and attempted to steady me. "It's going to be all right Hermione. We'll find a way to fix this. I promise," he cooed in my ear, rubbing my back and moving my hair away from my face. It was stuck to my face and neck due to the salty tears and sweat that was beginning to accumulate due to my agonizing thoughts.

"How?" I cried out, burying myself in his chest. His robes were opened from before and his shirt was completely wet from my tears.

"We'll find a way. Dumbledore," he said as if it answered everything. "We'll go to him. He'll find a way to get an apology from Playwizard. He'll do something. Anything."

"Wha-what if I-I get expelled?" I stuttered.

"You won't," he said firmly.

"Where's Draco?" I asked, moving away from his chest and wiping my tears from the back of my hand. He took out a handkerchief from his pockets and handed it to me. "Thanks," I said, wiping my tears. I blew my nose and then handed it back to him.

"Um you could keep it."

His words brought a small smile to my lips and took out my wand and muttered a cleaning charm so it was as good as new. He took it then and then said, "I don't know where he is. I hadn't seen him in the Great Hall this morning," taking about the boy in question.

"That's odd," I said, forgetting momentarily about the pictures. "When I woke up this morning, he wasn't in bed." I crawled out from Harry's lap and walked to the door. "I'll go look for him."

"I'll go with you," the raven-haired boy said, jumping out of his seat and walking to the door. He took out his wand and muttered the counter curses to the locking spells. I allowed him to walk out first, just to make sure no one else was outside. Thankfully the crowd that was there earlier had dispersed. "But first let's go to Dumbledore. He'll know where he is, since the old man has an uncanny ability to know everything and we could also solve this issue."

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We walked towards Dumbledore's office, pleased not to find any students in our journey. Soon enough we came face to face with the stone gargoyle and realized that I didn't know the password and neither did Harry. After bombarding the gargoyle with names of candy types, both muggle and wizard and such, it finally sprang to life and jumped aside after Harry had said, "M&Ms." Stifling a giggle, we stepped onto the foot of the spiraling stone staircase which moved upwards and took us in front of a polished oak door.
Tentatively Harry knocked on the door and it opened to allow us admittance. "Ah Ms. Granger, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore's voice greeted us. "Come take a seat." Sighing heavily, the both of us did as we were told. "Lemon drop?" the Headmaster offered and the both of us declined. "Oh well more for me," he said.

I was fidgeting in my seat, my hands twisting the fabric of my white sweater. Harry placed his hand over mine to stop me. His warm, calloused palm was reassuring. "Um professor..." I began but Harry cut me off.

"Someone took revealing photos of Hermione and had them published," the raven-haired boy said bluntly. I glared at him, my cheek getting hot. I didn't want to talk about this in front of an adult and my Headmaster no less!

"I had heard," the older man said, his long fingers raking his long beard. "Not to worry Miss Granger," he told me, our eyes meeting "I haven't seen it." I sighed outwardly in relief my cheeks getting a bit cooler than before but not quite. "I'll looked into the matter and had the remaining copies that hadn't been published to stop and the ones that are already distributed will have an illusion charm so that your face and Mr. Malfoy's cannot be seen. Alas I had this done but a half-hour ago therefore some of the students here have already seen it. I told Argus to punish any student caught with such articles. If anyone is giving you any trouble you, as Head Girl, are allowed to put a stop to by any means to deem suitable."

I sighed and cast my eyes downwards. "Thank you professor," I whispered.

"No need to thank me, my dear. I am here to help my students."

"Um...do you know where Draco is?" I asked him timidly.

The professor nodded his head. "Mr. Potter may you please step outside. I'll call you in a moment."

Harry squeezed my shoulder and then left. When the door was firmly shut behind him, Dumbledore began, "Mr. Malfoy is at the Malfoy Manor with his father. He had been released from Azkaban," he informed me.

I let out a gasp of shock. "But he's a Death Eater!"

"Who is also in favor with the Ministry," Dumbledore added firmly, his voice sad. "I have given Mr. Malfoy, the junior, the choice of either following in his father's footsteps or become one of us yesterday. He had gone with my permission to think it over."

So that's why Draco's been acting strange last night, I realized. "Can I go to him?" I asked.

"I suggest not to. Stay here at Hogwarts. It isn't safe for you to venture outside these walls," the older man warned.

I was confused. Why couldn't I go to Draco? I needed to talk to him, safe or not. "Very well professor," I said but inwardly I knew I'd go visit him. In fact if he doesn't come by dinner I'm out.

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He didn't come by dinner. I spent the whole day in the Head rooms to myself. Harry visited to make sure I was eating lunch and dinner properly. Like as if I wouldn't! He brought me those marvelous muffins since I had missed breakfast and we had sandwiches from the Head's personal kitchen. I didn't take a foot outside. I guess I was still afraid of what people might think about me. I didn't want to face anyone. What would I say? Ginny didn't come to visit me. I was hoping she would. When I asked Harry he said she had a project to do. I didn't buy the excuse but didn't pester him on the matter.

Finally when the clock struck nine and Harry was gone, I had enough and walked over to the fireplace. I'd go to the Malfoy Manor now. I know Lucius Malfoy must be there too, but the route I'd take would land me straight to Draco's room. He told me how a week ago, before Lucius got released from Azkaban.

The green flames took me to Draco's study. It was a large place, I've never been here and there were books stacked in shelves in each of the walls. The room was shaped as a hexagon, and one of the walls had a large door. The ceilings were vaulted, perhaps 40 feet high with books going up, reaching the top. I had to call upon all the self-control I had to stop myself from running my fingers over the spines of books and reading one.

I walked over to the door and found myself in a short hallway with 7 other doors. I took the one right opposite where I was standing and sure enough it was Draco's room. Well, at least that's what I think it is. The room was enormous but I wasn't able to admire my surroundings for I heard the handle of the door opening (I had closed it when I came inside). I turned around immediately, my hand going into my pocket to grip my wand, but I was surprised to see it wasn't there.

Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into.

I gulped and hoped the person entering was Draco.

Unfortunately it wasn't.

It was the Senior Malfoy. His long white blond hair went passed his shoulders and rolled down his back. It was straight and perfect. He wore an all black attire, made from the finest material money can buy. His face was weak and hollow, one and a half years of being in prison could do that to you. It was paler than usual and he wore his usual smirk. It was a nasty smirk, not like Draco's sexy one. His steely gray eyes were piercing and walked toward me, his long staff in his hand.

"Ah Miss Granger. The mudblood that my son has taken a liking to," he drawled and I got goose bumps on the back of my neck and shivered. He walked forward and took something from the inside of his robes out. There were pictures. The ones that had been in the magazine. He threw them at my face and it fluttered to the floor. I got a paper cut from one of his right over my eyebrow. Thankfully I had moved and shut my eyelids in time or he could've taken an eye out. I bit my lip from showing any pain in my outward appearance. I didn't want to show him I was afraid, but not having a wand and coming up against a Death Eater and a man who came out of Wizard prison can get you frightened.

"You think you can brainwash my son with you provocative nightclothes and your body? You think that by being the whore you are you can get married to my son and be a family?" his voice was oddly calm, yet piercing and chilly. "A mudblood will never marry my son," he said firmly. "And that baby-that disgusting half-blood!-- will never see the light of day. It's my promise to you."
I clutched my belly with my hand, my brown eyes were flaming. "How dare you curse my baby?" I said, momentarily forgetting that I was wandless. "It wasn't I to come after your son, it was him! So fuck off and leave me be," I spat. I didn't know what I said. I guess I was so mad, I didn't care if I made sense or not. As long as my fury were shown in words I guess I did okay.

He raised an eyebrow. "My son would never come after you, little mudblood. Or even if he did you truly think he'll marry you?"

I tried to hide my confusion from him. Of course Draco would marry me. Why would he give me this lovely ring and ask me to if he didn't? This old man has gone nuts. Azkaban can do that, I told my mind firmly.

"Of course he'll marry me you old fuck! Now tell me where Draco is!" I said in the most calm and arrogant voice I could muster. I would show him that I was no less than him. I was an equal where my parents are muggles or not.

"Don't you dare disrespect me," he said pointing a long finger at me.

"I won't if you respect me as well," I retorted. "Now tell me where Draco is. Where have you hid him?"

"Draco is where he belongs," he said simply.

"Huh?" I asked stupidly, furrowing my eyebrows, ignoring the blood that trailed down one and was beginning to run over my eyelid...

"You needn't worry about it, dear mudblood. Now run along I have no time to waste with filthy mudbloods. Now I have to tell my elves to clean this room. It has been touched by bad blood."

I was fuming again. I could feel the steam coming out of my ears. "Why you little!" I cried out and charged after him, ready to strangle him.

I was stopped midway by an invisible shield.

"Now now Miss Granger. No need to get violent. Wouldn't want that child of yours to get hurt now would we?" he mocked.

I was breathing heavily, cursing hundreds of profanities I picked up over the years under my breath. "How dare you curse my child," I said through gritted teeth.

"I didn't curse your child. This is what you call cursing an unborn baby," he said and raised his wand. Before I had any idea what would happen, the whole room started to spin in my head. I heard him mutter a Dark spell, the words from an Ancient language I didn't recognize. I was loosing my balance but managed to stay upright and everything was moving around like a whirlpool.

There was a reddish dark light that came out of his wand, slithering towards me like a snake. It wrapped itself around my body and squeezed. The room was still spinning rapidly and I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. I closed my eyes and tried to relax my muscles but the pounding in my head plus the pain in my abdomen was making me pant loudly. The pain was unbearable, the room spinning so fast I could only see a blurry image of black robes and white hair before that too was obscured and blended into the surroundings.

Suddenly the spinning stopped.

And everything, including my baby's heartbeats, became completely and utterly...

...still.

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