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Heart of A Snake	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 13693 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter 31
"Hermione?" Someone was shouting.
She shifted, not wanting to open her eyes. The darkness was cooling, and peaceful. She wanted to stay here, forever.
"Hermione!" Someone said again.
No, I don't want to get up. Leave me alone, she growled to herself.
"Hermione, you bloody swot, wake up! Please, wake up!" The voice cried.
She groaned. She didn't want the darkness to leave. She wanted to stay here.
"Hermione," a different voice said, "Hermione, please wake up. Mr. Malfoy is very worried about you." There was a pause.
"I know you can hear us Granger." The first voice growled.
Malfoy... Draco? What was he doing here? Why would he want me to get up…?
Suddenly, her eyes flew open. A bright light blinded her, causing her to shield her vision.
"Oh thank Merlin you're all right." She heard Draco breathe a sigh of relief.
After her vision adjusted, she saw she was lying down on a hospital bed. "What happened?" She asked, confusion filling her voice.
Draco looked gob smacked. "Do you really not remember? Wow, I didn't think you had hit your head that hard."
She sent him a glare. "Really, that's not funny. What happened?" She asked again.
Draco turned pink. "Ummm, well, we came to St. Mungo's because you had been feeling sick..."
Hermione nodded. She remembered that much. "Go on," she encouraged, not really sure why his face was getting red.
"Well, you passed out after Healer Green told us you were... ummmm..." Draco looked down, not wanting to make eye contact. "Pregnant."
As soon as he said the word, she knew he was right. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach. Pregnant. I'm pregnant. I'm going to have a baby. I'm pregnant. She kept repeating it in her mind, hoping it would make sense.
"I suppose that's right." She whispered, her hand still on her flat stomach. "All the signs were there, I just didn't... oh my god, how could I have been so stupid?" She began to cry.
Draco looked panicked. He moved towards her, putting his arms around her. "Hermione, you're not stupid. Things like this happen. It's easy to forget things, especially when caught up in the moment."
Hermione looked up, her eyes red and puffy. "But Draco, I'm supposed to be the smartest witch of our age!" She cried, the panic setting in. "I couldn't even remember a simple contraception charm, or a potion. I'm an idiot. Oh my gosh, I'm an idiot. What am I going to do?" She began to cry once more.
"Hermione, please, stop crying. You'll be fine. Everything will be fine." He cooed, hugging her closely. He looked at the door and saw that Healer Green was still ruffling through her papers outside.
"No, I'm dead. Dead. He's going to kill me." Her voice cracked, her fears taking root.
"Don't say things like that!" Draco scolded her. "You'll be okay. I promise, I won't let anything happen to you."
"You know exactly who the father of this paper is. Don't you dare tell me things will be all right, because they won't! Oh Merlin, Tom is going to kill me." She began shaking she was crying so hard.
"Get a grip," he whispered harshly, seeing Healer Green was coming in.
Hermione nodded, furiously wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Are you feeling all right?" Healer Green asked, pressing her hand to Hermione's forehead.
"Yes, just a bit shocked about the pregnancy, that's all." She said, willing her voice to stay strong.
Healer Green looked at her sympathetically. "Don't worry, things always have a way of working themselves out. Now I have some papers for you. Take the time to read them. They include things you should know about pregnancy, dos and don'ts, etc. And if you have any questions, feel free to come back and see me. I'd be happy to assist you."
Hermione nodded. "Thank you very much." She grabbed the papers and stuffed them into her bag.
Draco placed his arm around her waist and quickly led her from the building. "We need to get a block away before Apparating. The wards around the hospital prevent us from leaving right away."
The two of them quickly began walking towards the building where they could leave from when they heard a voice behind them. "STOP!"
Hermione turned and saw Angelina, Fred, and Tonks rushing after them. She clutched Draco's hand and the two of them began running. She turned and sent a Stunner at Tonks, before rushing once more.
Suddenly, Draco tripped.
Frantic, Hermione turned, reaching to help him up. "No! Go!" He shouted, but naturally, she ignored him.
Pointing her wand, she quickly petrified Fred.
She bent over to help Draco up, but cried out when a slicing hex from Angelina cut through her shoulder. She felt the warm blood trickling down her arm, staining her clothes.
She quickly grabbed Draco with her other arm, and started dragging him backwards. "She's gaining!" he cried. Angelina was almost on top of them. Her heart was beating wildly, pumping adrenaline through her body.
At the moment Angelina cried "Got you!" Hermione felt herself exit the wards surrounding the Hospital, quickly Apparating the two of them to the Manor.
She was amazed that she had managed to get them there in one piece, however, she didn't account for the Malfoy wards to still be up.
She collapsed, feeling her head hurt more and more. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Worse than the Cruciatus.
"Hermione!" Draco cried, and immediately tried untangling their wards.
She heard more voices, but couldn't make out what was being said. She could feel the blackness calling to her, but she ignored it. She couldn't lose consciousness, not again. It wasn't just her life she was fighting for. She had the little one inside her to think about. She wouldn't lose that.
Calling on all her inner strength, she fought it; she fought the pain running through her body. It started to ease up. Slowly, the pain began to die, leaving her feeling utterly exhausted.
"Hermione?" Draco asked, worry filling his voice.
"I'm okay," she croaked out.
He breathed a sigh of relief. He collapsed onto the ground, little beads of sweat dripping down his face.
Hermione heard a shout and turned, seeing a group of people running towards them. Tom was in the front, and he looked angry as hell. "Draco, you have to get up," she whispered.
Tom was going to tear him apart. Draco had protected her, and now she needed to protect him. She quickly dragged herself to her feet. Tom was now feet away, fury all over his face.
Hermione reached out to grab him, but he pushed her away. He made his way towards Draco, quickly grabbing him, shoving him up against the nearest tree. His grip tightened, causing Draco to cry out in pain.
"Stop!" She cried, tugging on Tom's arm. He wouldn't budge, only gripping at Draco tighter.
"How dare you," he seethed.
"Tom!" Hermione cried, "Stop hurting him."
Tom shoved her backwards. "Stay out of my way," he hissed. And for the first time in a long time, she was afraid. She wasn't looking at the person she had fallen in love with. No, this was the Dark Lord, the one who killed Muggleborns and destroyed families. This was the man she had wanted to destroy. His eyes were red, resembling his snake form.
She cringed in fear. This wasn't her Tom. She didn't know who this was, and it frightened her.
"Please," she begged. "Leave Draco alone. He only did what he did because he asked him too."
"He disobeyed my orders. He needs to be punished." He dug his wand into Draco's throat.
"Don't." She whispered.
"He disobeyed my orders and almost got you killed. He needs to be punished." He said with finality in his voice.
"You're a monster." She whispered, quickly turning and running towards the Manor.
Tears blocked her vision as she ran through the halls. She quickly locked herself in a room, not bothering to see where she was. She figured it was one of the guest rooms.
The tears came uncontrollably. Draco was suffering now, and it was all her fault. He didn't want to go with her, but she had practically forced him into it. He was being tortured because of her idiocy. It was all her fault.
The guilt was eating away at her. She was a terrible person. Her friend, probably one of the only ones she had now, was hurting because of her. It was all her fault. She was a terrible person.
She pulled at her hair, trying to stem the pain going through her body. Draco was suffering because of her. And she was pregnant. She was pregnant. Pregnant.
"I'm a bloody idiot!" She cried to herself. How could she have let that happen?
Her life was quickly spinning out of control. She didn't have a choice anymore. She had set out on this path, and now it was too late to turn back.
And the sad part was she wouldn't turn back even if she could.
Hermione knew it was ridiculous. She was a monster. She was in love with a monster. She had thought he had changed, but now she felt so stupid for thinking that.
And now look what her decisions had brought her. An unwanted pregnancy.
She immediately banished that thought from her mind.
Her baby was unplanned, yes. But unwanted? No.
She would always want her baby. "My little peanut", she cooed as she rubbed her stomach. "I'll always protect you baby. Mama won't ever let anyone hurt you."
Talk about mood swings, holy crap.
She knew her little baby would cause problems, but she would see them through, no matter what. She finally began to feel good about herself and her baby. Tom would...
Tom.
And then all the good feelings vanished.
What was he going to when she told him? Would he love her any less? She began crying. She wasn't sure what would happen.
The Tom she knew and loved would hold her tight and tell her that no matter what, he'd be by her side. The Tom she saw tonight though, the one that was always lurking beneath the surface, whose anger outmatched anyone she ever knew, well, she didn't know him. She didn't know how he would feel about a Muggleborn bearing his child.
She began to cry. What if he didn't want her anymore? What if he just cast her out into the street, and the Order had gotten a hold of her. She shook her head; she just couldn't let something like that happen.
She was so unsure of herself and where her life was headed. Her heat began to beat frantically. What was going to happen to her? She became lost in her thoughts.

Tom finally found her. He breathed a sigh of relief. Knocking on the door, he waited, listening for a response. He got none. He opened the door, and entered the room, looking for the small girl. He found her on the floor, huddled in a corner. Tears were streaming down her face and she was shaking.
He slowly approached her, but she took no notice of him. She wasn't all there; her eyes were glazed over, lost in her thoughts. He gently scooped her up in his arms, cradling her to his chest.
Wordlessly, he carried her towards their room. His thoughts were racing, his heart pounding. He had carelessly pushed her away, and he immediately feared that she would have tried to leave him. He would have been devastated.
He made their way into their bathroom, and quickly drew a bath. Remaining silent, he gently peeled her clothes off her skin. She was covered in blood. Her blood. In his anger, he didn't even realize she was injured.
He pulled out his wand and quickly reversed the damage done by the slicing hex. He gently picked her up, and carried her into the tub. He took the soaps and gently began washing her, washing away the dirt and grime. He was sure to be gentle and loving; at least that's how he wanted to appear to her.
However, she didn't speak. Not a word.
Tom figured that perhaps she had sent herself into some sort of shock.
He quickly rinsed the suds off of her, and carried her out. Wrapping her in a large fluffy towel, he patted her dry. He left her alone for a moment, coming back with a nightgown in his hands. He helped her into her knickers and slid the gown over her head. He then brushed her curls and dried them.
She still didn't speak.
Wordlessly, he scooped her up one last time and carried her to their bed. He gently laid her down, and covered her with the duvet. She had finally stopped shaking, but there was still no speaking.
He quickly dimmed the lights. She needed to rest. Maybe tomorrow they would talk. Tom ran his hand through his hair. He overreacted. He knew that. But maybe he had hoped... no, he didn't know what he thought.
He knew the Malfoy boy deserved it, but pushed that thought from his mind.
Walking back into the bathroom, he stared at the blood on the floor and on Hermione's clothes. Blood. It didn't look any different. It was bright red, and dried a dusty brown, regardless of where it came from.
Pureblood, Half-blood, Mudblood. They were all the same. The blood was all the same.
There was no true difference. Hermione's blood looked the same as his. Maybe more innocent if that was possible.
We all bleed the same.
He quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face. Making his way towards their bed, he saw Hermione had fallen asleep. He breathed a sigh of relief.
He crawled under the covers, and watched her sleep. She looked like an angel, basking in the glow of the moonlight. She was his angel. She was his for a reason.
He loved her. Despite it all, he was in love with her. He wanted nothing but the best for her, and for her to be happy.
He wanted to be the one to make her happy.
But could he do it? Fully do it? He wasn't so sure. He wanted to be the man Hermione wanted him to be: just, loving, righteous. But he always wanted to be the man he had sought to be: powerful, controlling, and cruel. He was torn, and didn't know what way he wanted to go.
It was like he was on a bridge, with a foot on each side. He wasn't sure which side would win.
But he knew one thing for sure as he drifted off into sleep: we all bleed the same.
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