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Chapter 20: One of Them

I
couldn't believe my ears. This wasn't happening. My baby didn't die.
Draco was lying. It's just a joke. Please Merlin just let it stay a
prank and nothing more. Tears were flowing more freely down my cheeks
and Draco wiped them away with his thumb and kissed my forehead.

"I
know it's a shock, Hermione but it's true. Our baby is gone," he
said softly. I closed my eyes and shook my head furiously.

"No.
No, Draco. This can't be happening. Our baby didn't die. It
couldn't!" I yelled. I grabbed a handful of his shirt and beat
my fists against his chest. "No. No..." I said, my voice
getting weaker as my mind accepted the fact. Draco leaned forward so
that his forehead was touching mine.

"Shh,
Hermione," he cooed stroking my cheek. His rhythmic, steady
breaths were calming me down slowly. I longed to hear him say 'it's
going to be okay' but he didn't. I closed my eyes forcing my tears
back into my tear ducks and fell asleep once again.

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A few days later, as I was sitting on the
Hospital bed doing my make-up homework, scribbling furiously on a
scroll, footsteps were approaching me. The curtains around my bed
were drawn so that no one would disturb me after one night of being
visited by a few Slytherins who wished to see their dear very own
Hogwart's porn star. Thankfully Madam Pomfrey shooed them away. It
was surprising how much supportive she was of me. I'd expect all the
professors to shun me but she didn't.

Since
Madam Pomfrey only accepted my dearest of friends to visit me, it
could only mean that either Draco or Harry were approaching. Ginny
hadn't once visited and her brother of course never even wished to
look at me. And the feeling was mutual. Parvati and Lavender wanted
to visit but I told Harry to tell them not to come. I didn't have the
energy to listen to their gossip.

Doing
homework, it seems, is the only thing that keeps my mind off my
miscarriage. I didn't even want to think of what would happen to my
future. Would Draco still want to marry me? Would we still be husband
and wife? Merlin only knew.

Looking
up from my scroll, I smiled at the familiar face of Harry Potter.
Normally he would smile at me, but this time there was a concerned
look on his face.

"What's
wrong Harry?" I asked the upset raven haired boy. He took a seat
next to me and took my hand, stroking it. "Is your scar hurting?
Any more premonitions?" I asked as usual whenever he felt down.

"No.
Not that, Hermione," he said, his emerald eyes looking down at
my hand where my sparkling diamond still was round my finger. "I
got some disturbing news," he said. His voice showed a bit of
suppressed anger.

"What
is it?" I asked shakily.

Harry
licked his dry lips nervously and looked at me questioningly. "You
really want to know?"

I
nodded my head. In response he took out an envelope and handed it to
me. I gave him a quizzical look. "Read it," he told me and
I looked at the envelope. It was addressed to me from Playwizard.

My
stomach gave a nervous turn, hatred was tingling in my whole body. It
was these people that made my relationship to Draco known. Perhaps if
they didn't, Lucius would never had found out and I wouldn't be here
in the Hospital Wing mourning about the loss of my unborn child.

I
flipped it over to break the seal, disgusted at the sight of it. It
was a sort of round sticker of sorts that had a picture of a witch.
It was those wizard photos that moved and it showed her stripping.
Quickly removing the seal before she was completely naked, I took out
the letter enclosed. Harry must have read it for what else would make
him so sad and angry at the same time.

I
read the letter once and then one more time just to make sure what I
read was true. It was. But when have I ever consented to have nude
photos of myself to be displayed in that horrid magazine? I reread
that small part that had that said:

'...However
before we do so, matters must be cleared. We have received a letter
from the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Albus Dumbledore, First
Class in the Order of Merlin that you have not consented to
the distribution of your nude self. Both you and I know that is not
the case. PlayWizard never distributed such photo's without the
model's consent. We have sent him a copy of the contract you had
signed and hopefully the misunderstanding has been cleared...'

"What
in Merlin's name is going on Harry!" I yelled throwing the
letter across the room in absolute fury.

"I
don't know Hermione. But someone played a dirty trick on you.
Dumbledore showed me the contract and the signature looks exactly
like yours. They even have a fingerprint and Dumbledore said he had
tests performed by Snape to conform it was yours. As you were
unconscious we compared yours with the one used and it matched
perfectly. Whoever did this was very clever. I just wish I knew. And
when I do..." he said with his teeth gritted, pounding his
fists. "They'll pay."

I
sunk back in my pillow and rubbed my forehead. What the hell was
going on with my life?

"Hey
Harry aren't I supposed to be too young to pose for PlayWizard?"

"Not
really Hermione." He gave her a toothy grin. "It seems to
me our bookworm, know-it-all didn't read about this..." he said
playfully.

"Harry!"
I warned.

"Okay
okay. Well, unlike the muggle world," he explained, "in the
Wizarding World the age limit for posing nude in any porn magazine is
16. We are considered 'the superior ones that are much more mature
and can justify between right from wrong and thus can carry out our
desires without hesitation'" he quoted. "Hence the young
age."

"That's
stupid Harry," I retorted. "We all are the same. Just
because they don't have magic doesn't mean they mature less quickly
than witches and wizards! And what makes us more mature than them?
What makes us know what's right from wrong earlier than them. This is
just a load of rubbish!"

"I
know. But this is the Wizarding World. Stupid things happen and
unfortunately it seems to me that the Ministry won't change the
rules. One reason is because they want to uphold tradition. The other
is probably the fact that their pervs," he said with a cheeky
grin. I laughed.

His
eyes caught sight of the letter flung across the room and his happy
grin faded. He clenched his fists and his green eyes were going
ablaze. "I just wish I knew who took those pictures Hermione.
When I find out I'll tear him limb from limb." He gripped his
wand painfully in his hand and I was able to see sparks shooting out
of it.

"Calm
down Harry. We have to think rationally." He put away his wand
but he was still fuming. Wow he really does care about me. Speaking
of caring where's Draco?

voiced my thoughts aloud to Harry who
replied. "Back in the Head dorms I suppose. Madam Pomfrey is
supposed to discharge you today. Malfoy asked me to escort you to
your rooms."

I
was just about to ask Harry why Draco didn't come himself when Madam
Pomfrey came with a vial of something most likely yucky.

"You're
being discharged today," she said. "Drink this before you
go. It should clear your head so that you can cheer up a bit."

I drank the
foul potion while Harry cleared out the bed by putting my books
inside my bag. He's such a sweetheart. He had brought me clothes too
and I disappeared behind a screen to change and then reappeared in
some comfortable faded jeans and my favorite baby blue top. It was
the one I wanted to wear to Parvati and Lavender's party but Draco
wouldn't let me. The memory brought a smile to my lips. The potion
must be working for I'm a little bit happier now.

Harry,
ignoring my protests, swung my bag over his shoulder and the two of
us began our journey to the Head Dorms. There was silence between us
for a while until I decided to ask him something that was plaguing my
mind. "What happened to Ginny? Why didn't she visit?" I
asked trying the hide disappointment I felt since she hadn't come.

"She
and I broke up the night you came from the Malfoy Manor unconscious
in Malfoy's arms." I gasped but he ignored it with a wave of his
hand. "She didn't want me to be friends with you. Told me if I
go to check on you that she wouldn't be my girlfriend again. I picked
you, Hermione," he said as we descended the stairs.

"Why
me? Why give up Ginny to visit me?" I asked feeling genuinely
touched.

"Because
I care for you Hermione. Friends are supposed to be there through
thick and thin. What sort of friend would I be if I weren't there in
time of need?"

I
couldn't help but stop walking down the stairs and give him a fierce
hug. That's the sweetest thing anyone said to me. He patted my back
and tears were flowing down my cheeks. He cared so much. I know how
much he loves Ginny but he chose to stay with a friend. We stayed
like that for a while, in a long embrace and I felt the burdens of my
life lift off my shoulders to be put on to Harry and the burdens of
his go on to mine. He was a true friend.

He
let go of me and kissed my cheek like a friend would do and wiped my
tears of joy. "Hey why are you crying?" he said, giving me
one of his brilliant smiles.

I
shook my head and smiled. "Nothing, Harry." And then we
began walking away but I couldn't help but wonder why Ginny wouldn't
want Harry to see me.

"Why
doesn't Ginny like me anymore?" I asked him.

"I
really don't know. Ever since we heard you were sleeping with Malfoy,
she was acting a lot odd. And when you became pregnant, she was
acting somehow...I don't know really...but I felt as though she was
jealous. When you two announced the fact you were getting married,
she cracked."

"But
why? Why is she jealous? It's not like she fancied Draco. She has
you."

"I
don't know. Maybe she does fancy him. I wouldn't know. I never asked
her."

We
were silent after that and reached a hallway much more greatly used.
It was nearly sunset and the sky was pink and orange, the last rays
of the sun were peaking through the large windows. Friends were
walking down the hall, people chatted. Little 1st Years were being
poked fun at by 3rd Years. And people were just having a generally
good time. That is until they saw me. As soon as they did, they
scattered, but not right away. The older boys only left after
mouthing something most likely obscene and the girls shot glares. I
only rolled my eyes and pointed at my Head badge which got them to
shut up.

Somewhere
out of all the chatter of voices, my ear picked up voices more
distinctly. I turned my head and saw Pansy and Colin Creevey talking
once again. Pansy looked as though she was about to burst and Colin
looked smug.

"I
told you to take his face out of the photos you piece of shit!"
Pansy snarled.

"But
I didn't," Colin retorted. "Got a problem?"

"I
sure do you fag!" Pansy spat and took out her wand. I was going
to step in to save the day but something in my head stopped me. He
deserves it. I didn't know where that voice came from but it
sounded a lot like mine. I wonder why I thought that.

Harry
was watching Colin and Pansy too. "I wonder what they're talking
about," he asked. I shrugged my shoulders and when I saw Colin
hissing something at Pansy, it made her lower her wand. Well, at
least that's taken care of, I thought and pulled on Harry's robes to
make him start walking again. Whatever Pansy and Colin were doing, it
was their problem. Colin should have known better than to even talk
with that pug-faced bitch in the first place.

We walked passed them and the Great Hall.
People were beginning to go inside to eat dinner. We simply walked
on. Turning a corner I met Madam Hooch the Quidditch Instructor with
flyaway hair. She was a strict woman but good-natured. Her yellow
eyes met mine.

"Ah
Ms. Granger. I just wanted to tell you that it seems someone broke
into our extra supplies of brooms. The remaining ones are in the Head
dorms. I trust you will keep them well until we find another
accommodation."

"Certainly,
Madam Hooch," I said. She smiled and then left. Then Harry and I
walked passed the library and that's when I remembered what Draco had
told me. He said I could perform wandless magic. Maybe I should get a
few books on it. I asked Harry if he could take me there.

"Not out
of the Hospital for a minute and you already want to go to the
library?"

"Please?"
I said giving him my most adorable puppy-dog face.

"Oh
all right."

I
grinned in triumph and ran to the library with Harry reluctantly
following me.

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After getting enough books, Harry walked me
to the Head rooms. Inside, I saw Draco lying down on the couch face
down on his side. Harry didn't come inside. He said he still needed
to write his Charms essay. I stealthily walked toward him, not
wanting to disturb the Slytherin King. He was wearing a dark blue,
full sleeved shirt with the bottom buttons and top ones undone so I
could see his well defined abs peaking through. His black slacks were
dangerously low on his hips and I licked my lips which were dry as
sandpaper at the sight of him. He always made feel this way and I
loved it.

I
levitated my books to my room. After being sure they were inside, I
slowly sat next to Draco, making sure I wouldn't wake him. I let out
a breath I didn't know I held and ran my fingers through his flaxen
hair. I wonder if we would still marry. I mean was the reason he
proposed to me was to make sure my baby was legitimate? Or was it
because he truly wanted to marry me so we could be together forever?

I think it's
the former. Of course it would be. Who in their right mind would
marry at the age of 17 unless it were for urgent reasons like the one
we had? But if that's the case then what's going to happen now? Are
we going to stay engaged until the time is right or marry soon? Or
would this proposal end?

I
hope it wouldn't. I love Draco. I want to be with him forever.

Suddenly
Dumbledore's words echoed through my head. 'I have given Mr.
Malfoy, the junior, the choice of either following in his father's
footsteps or become one of us.'

Draco
was supposed to either basically become a Death Eater or a member of
the Order. I wonder what choice he made.

Then
Lucius words ran through my head. 'He is where he belongs.' Does
this mean that Draco chosen to be one of them?

I
shook my head. Of course he wouldn't. He loves me. He would never
choose the Dark side.

I
kissed his forehead and couldn't help but shed a few extra tears.
Lucius Malfoy. How I loathe that man. He made me loose my baby. The
bastard.

Draco
must have noticed my presence from the kiss and his eyes fluttered

open.
"Hermione?" he croaked. His voice was scratchy as though he
was crying for hours on end.

He
sat up and I smiled at him and he drew me into his arms. I buried
myself in his chest and ran my hands up and down his sides trying my
best to control my tears. He held me up at arms length and looked
straight into my eyes. "I'm so sorry," he said and then
pulled me back into his arms. I didn't really know why he was saying
sorry. Maybe because of the loss of our baby. The token of our love.

Our tears slowly ceased and our breathing
came to normal as he rocked me in his arms and I lay curled up in his
lap. I raised my head and kissed him softly my tongue running along
his top and bottom lip to gain access inside his mouth. I felt the
need to join myself with him again. To have him hold me naked in his
arms.

He
pulled back and made me look him in his eyes. Those silvery pools of
gray were sad and full of regret and grief. "Hermione, I have to
tell you something," he said.

But
I didn't listen. Talking always comes after sex. It was like an
unspoken rule between us. I kissed him again, more forcefully prying
open his mouth with my tongue. At first he was pulling away but I
snaked my hands around his neck, holding his head in place and soon
he relented, kissing me back. My fingers deftly opened the remaining
buttons on his shirt and I must admit he looked good in blue but he
looked way better without anything on. I sighed as my hands ran over
his hard chest and abdomen, my mouth sucking his neck as his lips
brushed against my temple.

My
own baby blue top was thrown away and Harry hadn't brought a bra so I
didn't have one now, making Draco smirk mischievously. I kissed his
mouth and his hands played with my breasts and then abruptly he
stopped.

"I
have something important to say," he began again but I silenced
him with my lips. I didn't want to hear what he said. I wanted to
touch him, not to talk.

My
hands rubbed his arms when suddenly I felt him winch as my fingers
went over his forearm. "Draco? What's wrong?" I asked him,
looking deep into his eyes to find them full of fear and again
regret. I wonder why he's feeling regretful. My eyes left his and
went down to his arm to see why he had flinched. At the sight of it
my pupils dilated, my heart stopped beating, my breath on hold. My
hand fluttered to my mouth where I kept in a scream, my eyes fixed on
the mark on his arm. A Skull eating a snake. The Mark of Voldemort.

I
shook my head as if doing so would remove the mark but it never
happened. I scrambled off his lap and walked backwards not hearing
Draco's pleas to hear him out.

With one last look at his arm, I turned
around and fled to my room where I bombarded it with silencing spells
and locking charms. My heart was skipping faster than ever and my
back hit the door of my room as I crawled down on my feet. I felt the
door banging with Draco's fists but I couldn't hear what he was
saying nor could I hear the bangs. Images of the Dark Mark on his arm
replayed in my mind and I couldn't help but cry.

What
the hell is wrong with my life? Why do bad stuff always happen to me?
I can't believe Draco betrayed me and followed his father's
footsteps. He made a fool out of me. I trusted him but he took
advantage of it.

Now he's one of
Them.

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