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Nightmares	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 12275 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione walked through the kitchen door of the Burrow, and was surprised to find it empty. The house was quiet, and she felt her fingers shake slightly with anxiety as she pulled her wand, and inched further into the house.
“Ron? Harry? Mrs. Weasley? Ginny?” She called out as she made her way to the stairs, and climbed up them, wand at the ready, eyes darting back and forth from door to door as she made her way toward Ron’s room.
She paused outside the door, and pushed it open, startled to see Ron sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked up when she came in, and she hesitated, taking in the note in his hands, the red around his eyes, the way his expression changed when he saw her. He clearly wasn’t happy to see her.
“Ron?” She stepped further into the room, and shut the door, her heart hammering inside her chest. “Where is everyone?”
“They’ve gone out. Told mum we had to talk, and she made them go.” Ron explained, his voice hoarse. Hermione swallowed nervously, and tucked her wand into her jeans, appeased that there was at least no threat of hidden Death Eaters.
“Okay…” She eyed the bed next to him, but before she could move to sit down, he stood, and held the paper up. It was her note, saying she would be at Malfoy Manor.
“What’s this?” He asked, rather redundantly. Hermione stared at it a moment, biting back the sarcastic reply that rose to her lips.
“I didn’t want you to think I was lying again, so I left a note.” She explained.
“Why did you have to go at all, Hermione?” He sounded confused and angry, and Hermione forced herself to meet his gaze.
“I had to know what happened. I had to see the rest of it.” She tried to justify her actions, but he just looked more and more angry.
“You mean you wanted to see if you loved him more than me.” Ron accused, letting then note fall to the floor.
“No, that’s not it at all!” Hermione denied, feeling guilt flare up, even as she spoke.
“Then what, you wanted to see how many times he… he… hit you? Or shagged you? He did shag you, didn’t he? That’s how you got pregnant, right?” Ron practically shouted, making her face burn, and tears sting her eyes at the rude way he made it seem like her rape was nothing more than a bad choice.
“Ron! It’s not like that! It’s not like he WANTED to do it! He was keeping me safe! He was keeping our baby safe!” Hermione realized as soon as the words were out of her mouth that they were the wrong ones.
“So, if he was keeping you safe, how did you end up pregnant? You were there for less than a month, and I KNOW you. It took you over three months of dating me before we did more than kiss! HOW did you get pregnant if he was keeping you safe!?” He shouted at her.
Hermione opened and closed her mouth a few times before she formed a response.
“He did his best in a no-win situation, Ron!” She defended, and saw his anger get instantly worse.
“Why are you defending him?” Ron demanded, “Do you really love him, then?”
She watched as the anger seemed to fizzle out of him. He sank back to the bed, slumped in on himself, and his voice dropped to nearly a whisper.
“I can’t believe it.” He said, more to himself than to her. Hermione approached him cautiously, unsure how to respond. She wasn’t sure what exactly she felt for Malfoy, but she couldn’t bring herself to deny it. She set her hand on his shoulder, and tried her best to placate him.
“Ron, it’s really not like that. He and I never had what you and I have. It was just… Stockholm syndrome, really.” She didn’t quite believe her own words, having seen the memories of them together. It wasn’t just some mental condition of a kidnap victim. It had been real, and substantial.
“But only because he obliviated you, right? If you’d kept all of those memories, if you were still pregnant with a little Malfoy, would we still be together?” Ron asked, looking up at her, his face pale, his eyes searching. Hermione found herself at a loss for words again. She’d seen the way she and Draco had been in the memories, getting closer and closer. She’d practically thrown herself at him. She couldn’t say anymore that she felt nothing for him. He’d done his best to care for her for a month, he’d obliviated her when she asked, and had had to bear the burden of those memories himself for months. He’d given those memories back when she asked, and if he’d tried to rekindle what they’d been starting to feel, could she really blame him?
“That’s what I thought.” Ron muttered, closing his eyes, and hanging his head. Hermione knelt down, trying to get him to look at her.
“Ron, don’t say that!” She tugged at his hands, but when he looked up, his face was set, and he looked caring, but sad.
“I love you Hermione, but… I don’t think we should be together.” His voice was strained, and he stared unblinkingly at her.
“What do you mean?” She shook her head, unwilling to hear the words.
“You should move into the Twins’ room. At least until you find your own place.” Ron said looking at her face as if he’d never see her again.
“You’re breaking up with me…” She felt sobs rising in her throat, and pulled away from him, lurching to her feet as she backed toward the door.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.” He said, unable to look away as she stared at him. Her heart clenched with pain, and she blinked tears back, fighting the lump that was rising in her throat.
“Alright. Fine.” She nodded, and turned, rushing from the room, slamming the door behind her. She didn’t stop at the door of the twins’ old room on her way down, and she didn’t stop in the kitchen as she rushed out of the house. Tears were finally breaking through her control, and her vision was blurring as she tried to get far enough away from the Burrow to lessen the heartache. She ran down the road, but after a few dozen meters, realized she could hear voices headed up the lane. The others were on their way back.
She looked from the darkening horizon, back to the leaning house she’d called home since the end of the war. She couldn’t just sleep in Fred and George’s room, knowing Ron was upstairs, probably hating her. She couldn’t face Harry, or Ginny, or Mr. and Mrs. Weasley just then. They might have been the closest thing to family she had, but since Ron had just broken up with her, would they really still claim her? Harry, of course, would. But the others? Did they know what Ron had meant to say to her? Had he told them it was about to be over between them? She couldn’t bear for them to ask her any questions, or offer her condolences. She had to go somewhere else.
She spun on the spot, willing herself to vanish before they caught sight of her.
She gasped for air as she appeared outside her childhood home, but as she looked up at the familiar house, her heart broke all over again. The house had a new family in it, the lights were all on, and in the dim light of sunset, she could see the shapes moving around past the curtains, hear the voices of children playing, and smell the dinner they were going to have.
She turned and walked down the road, trying to quell her tears, or the hiccuping sobs that filled her chest, but no matter how much she tried to even out her breaths, or how many times she wiped her eyes on her sleeve, she couldn’t seem to control it. She had nowhere to go.
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