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Chapter 05 Complications

Hermione woke up startled the
next day, and hurried to the bathroom, she fell to her knees in front of the
sink and emptied the contents of her stomach. After a while she rinsed her
mouth and shakily got into her bed again. She hated feeling nauseous, this made
no sense to her, it was the fourth day she woke up to
have to run into the bathroom. What had possibly made her ill? She hadn�t eaten
anything out of the ordinary, unless one of the girls had put something in a
candy, she�ll have to go to Madam Pomfrey to be sure she didn�t catch a stomach
infection since she didn�t want to spend Christmas ill.

The girl undressed slowly, and
with a towel and bathrobe in hand, went into the bathroom again. The warm water
from the shower made her feel better. She forgot about her sickness and as she
started washing her messy hair, her mind wandered automatically to the Malfoy
heir and the way he had looked at her the day before at dinner, it must have
been her imagination, but that look had made her nervous, she was sure the boy
was planning something, she�ll have to be alert around him.

Hermione finished her bath,
still thinking about Draco, and feeling slightly aroused from it, she would
have taken a little more time in the shower if it wasn�t so late, she was Head
Girl after all, she had to be an example and go to breakfast early, the winter
break was only a week from now, and the students tended to relax and started to
arrive a little late to classes.� Singing
under her breath and thinking about grey eyes, she opened the bath cabinet to
get her brush and her eyes fell on the box of Tampax.
She froze immediately, mentally counting the days since the last time she had
got hold of the box. A feeling of dread slowly formed in her mind while the mental
image of Draco got stronger. It had been more than a month since she had used
the Tampax.

�No... I should be mistaken�

She hurriedly went to her
bedside table and got out a little notebook, which she used as a kind of
journal, she searched her calendar, she always had registered her important
days; she found the last mark with a little trepidation and paled. It marked
October 19^th. She had lost a period.�
The sickness came back suddenly and she ran to the toilet again.

�It can�t be! Surely is only my mind working.
I have read that stress and trauma can make a woman miss a period or two. It
must be only psychological.�� She thought over it all the way to the Great
Hall, barely hearing Harry and Ron making plans for Christmas, Harry was going
to spend the holidays with the Weasleys, Molly
Weasley had almost threatened Dumbledore to get the boy out of school for them,
if there was going to be a war, then they mustn�t waste any time they could
have together. Ron had invited Hermione too, but she had preferred to go home
with her parents, the red head had been a little disappointed at that, but he
understood her choice. They got into the hall and the girl walked straight to
her usual seat, and started eating half heartedly.

The boys sat down and the chatting
continued, Ron was saying something about the Christmas tree when he
interrupted himself and said.

�Well, would you believe that? I
don�t understand what is it with the girls that follow
him. Who would want anything to do with that prat?�

Hermione turned her head to see
Draco Malfoy entering the hall, with his arm firmly around Pansy�s waist and
three more girls surrounding him, one of them leaning in close to his ear
whispering something. As Granger followed them with her eyes, Malfoy took
Parkinson to her seat and pulled the chair out for her, he leaned down to say
something in her ear and suddenly his eyes moved and looked into Hermione�s
directly. The Gryffindor girl could feel herself blushing, but seemed incapable
of turning away. She looked on as he displayed a somewhat cruel smile. His
tongue licked his lower lip, and then he winked at her. Hermione paled
instantly and developed a sudden interest in her bacon and eggs, any trace of
hungry leaving her.

The mail arrived and an owl
landed beside her arm, she took the message and gave the bird some bread. It
was from her parents, they were going to a Dental congress on the winter break,
and they asked if she would like to catch them in France, they could send the ticket
to her.� Harry and Ron were reading a
letter from Mr. Weasley, telling them that Charlie would be at the train
station to get them.

�It�ll be great! All the family
is going to be there! Well, except Percy� said Ron excitedly.

�What you got �Mione?� asked Harry.

�Oh, a letter from my parents,
maybe I�ll spend the holidays in France.�

Hermione asked herself if it
would be better to accept Ron�s invitation, she actually didn�t want to go to
France, but she didn�t want to spend the holidays with all the Weasley family
either, they were nice and she loved them, but she wasn�t in the mood for that,
she felt as if her depression was taking a hold of her, and she didn�t want
anyone to notice, besides, Ginny won�t stop pestering her about how much Ron
and all the family loved her, and that her brother only needed a little push in
the right direction, a push Hermione was not willing to give him. She sighed in
frustration, not knowing what to do, Ron suddenly approached her.

��Mione,
are you all right?�

�Oh, yes, don�t worry Ron, I�m
fine.� I�m not much hungry that�s all.�

�You sure? You look a little pale. Maybe you should go to Madam Pomfrey.�

Hermione bit her lower lip, she
didn�t want to go to the mediwitch anymore, and the
fact that Ron lately had taken to be more attentive to her was disturbing, she
didn�t want him getting so close to her.

�Well, maybe later. I have to go
now, I have Arithmancy and I want to be early, see
you later boys!�

She left the Great Hall in a
hurry, almost not hearing her friends goodbyes, and too aware of a pair of grey
eyes following her.

Hermione got to the Arithmancy lesson too early but the classroom was open, so
she went in and took her usual seat. Not a second later the door opened again
and Malfoy entered, the girl experienced a moment of panic before she remembered
that he had Arithmancy too. The blond boy walked
straight to his own seat, a few rows behind her, he left his school bag and
then made a bee line towards her. Hermione sensed him approaching and felt
oddly ashamed and slightly angered; he was supposed to be ignoring her! Not
acting as though he suddenly had any kind of interest in her! Malfoy stopped
just in front of her bench and turned to her smirking, Hermione looked at him,
trying to look disgusted without much luck. Draco spoke first, his voice clear
but lacking its usual vicious hate.

�Well, what do we have here? Our
favourite mudblood was early for class!�

�What do you want Malfoy?�

He looked at her more intently
and Hermione felt like melting on the spot.

�I should be the one asking that
question Granger, or even better� he positioned himself so as to be eye to eye
with her, his arms reaching over to support himself on the bench. �I�m
wondering... why haven�t you told anybody of our little �encounter� in the
woods? I have been expecting those two muggle-lover
pathetic friends of you to come fighting me, ready to avenge you. So far they
had showed little interest in the matter.�

�Back off
Malfoy! Why do you care? I would have supposed
you�d be happy to get away with... that... without troubles! Or are you so
impatient to die?� Hermione was fighting to keep her heart ratting under
control, her voice hadn�t wavered, but if he continued looking her like that
she would loose control soon. One of his arms moved to lean against her chair
and she felt trapped, his voice was almost a whisper now.

�Maybe. Maybe I was willing to die that day, but you decided to get into
the equation Granger, I had thought that you�d claim some kind of justice,
revenge maybe, over what I did, perhaps you�re too much of a coward to tell
anyone of your misfortune... or maybe you�re ashamed of having liked it...�

Hermione turned a deep shade of
red. She glared at him thinking she wanted no more than to punch that pretty,
self-righteous face. She hissed.

�You sick bastard! How could you
think...? It was disgusting! And I hate you!�

That did nothing but widen Draco�s feral smile, as he leaned even more over her she
could feel his breath now.

�Is that so? Then why don�t you
tell Dumbledore what I did? I�m sure he�ll be more than happy to send me to
Azkaban. Eh Granger? Why?�

Hermione froze and gulped
loudly, feeling herself becoming aroused. Draco was
truly enjoying himself. She licked her lips absentmindedly in nervousness, the
boy could see a hint of excitement in her eyes, he was so close to her their
noses were almost touching, he was about to move forward and kiss her when the
door was opened and Draco barely registered his surname being shouted before a
body collided against him, and he hit the floor painfully.

Hermione was so shocked that she
almost didn�t recognize Harry leaning in front of her instead of Malfoy,
grabbing her upper arms, asking worriedly if she was alright. She looked at his
panic stricken face and almost laughed hysterically. Out of the corner of her
eye she could see the heap that was made up of Ron and Malfoy fighting
furiously. That sight released her and her prefect instincts kicked in and her
head cleared.

�Stop! Ron stop! This is a classroom!�

�Hermione, Malfoy was hurting
you!� yelled Harry

�He did not hurt me! He was just
being his usual nasty self! And I can handle him pretty well; you don�t need to
worry so much Harry. Ron, stop already! You�re a prefect for God�s sake! Oh!�

She grew impatient and got out
her wand.

�Accio
Ron!�

The fight was dramatically
interrupted as the red head flew away from his enemy to his friend�s feet.
Harry had his wand out too, pointing at Malfoy, ready to hex the boy at the
least provocation. Draco collected himself and got up from the floor with some
trouble, his upper lip bleeding and one eye closed, with the other he was
glaring daggers at Ron.

�Weasley, you
stupid bastard!�

�You git! You deserve it! You
were trying to hurt Hermione!�

�You�re an idiot weasel! And I
didn�t hear your mudblood girlfriend calling for any
kind of help! Maybe she finally realized how useless you are!�

�Bastard!� Ron was ready to launch himself at Draco again, but Hermione
stopped him.

�Ron enough
already! He�s only getting to you! You both
should be ashamed! You�re supposed to be prefects! I should take points from
both of you!�

Even Harry turned to look at her
in disbelief, Draco shouted first.

�Me? Ashamed
of what? He was the one attacking me!�

�Hermione! I was defending you!�

�Which I deeply appreciate Ron,
but really, you should take control of your anger and not go throwing yourself
head first at people. He�s not worth a detention!�

Students were starting to
arrive. Harry noticed their wary eyes looking over at them and decided to end
the argument.

�Take it easy you two; come on
Ron, nothing bad happened, Malfoy why don�t you leave?�

�You are a moron Potter, I�m in
my class!�

�Well, go away to your seat then!
And don�t you dare go near Hermione again!�

�And who�ll stop me? You?�

The two friends looked ready to
fight their enemy again; Hermione took both their arms and tried to placate
them.

�Harry, please. It�s not worth
it. You two should be in your own classroom, what are you doing here anyway?�

�Besides saving you?� asked Ron
still annoyed, the girl shot him an impatient glare and Harry sighed in defeat
and answered.

�You forgot the book I borrowed
last night; we came to give it to you, in case you needed it.�

�Oh, thanks.�

They finally went away, just
before professor Vector arrived. Hermione felt ill and distracted all throughout
the lesson. Draco had refused to go to the hospital wing and she could feel his
eyes boring into her. She was worried over what the boy would say to her when
class was over, but when they went out of the classroom Harry and Ron were
already there waiting for her, so she let herself be escorted to their next
class.

In the afternoon, Hermione spent
about an hour going back and forth in her room, thinking about the possibility
of heading to the hospital wing while her friends were at Quidditch
practice. She didn�t want to go; she still had some trouble acknowledging what
had been done to her. Somehow going to the mediwitch
would make it all the more real. Besides, she didn�t have anything, really, she
was trying to convince herself that her lack of a period was due to emotional
trauma; it�ll come back eventually, when she had relaxed herself, it wasn�t
necessary to see Madam Pomfrey.

�I�ll wait� she thought at last �until the end of the holidays. If I�m not
having it by then I�ll go. Yes, it�s better to do that. I�ll wait� Hermione
made her decition and then took a parchment to write
to her parents, telling them she�ll spend the holiday in the school, that would
give her solitude and time to relax.

Malfoy was sitting in one of the
armchairs of his room, looking intently to a letter in his hands; any trace of
the fight with Ronald Weasley had left his face. Madam Pomfrey was getting even
better with the years. He reread the parchment for the fourth time, his father
was furious for not having an answer to his previous letters, and this one was
even more harsh, there will be another initiation on Christmas, some of the
Death Eaters would introduce their children to the Dark Lord.

�You better be among them Draco�

The order was written plainly,
no insinuations, not the sightless effort of disguising it. Lucius
should be beyond anger to be this careless.

�So� the boy thought to himself �some of them won�t be back this time�

It was another chance; he could
go and end it all already. He still had no desire to serve the Dark Lord, after
much debating he decided that he didn�t want his world to change, he liked it
as it was. The Malfoys had power, the wizarding world feared and respected them, they always had what they wanted. Why should they care about
pitiful muggles anyway? Let them live their worthless
lives far away from the wizards� affairs; they shouldn�t be giving them a
second thought.

It was odd, in some sick way,
that his father had raised him to be a leader, taught him not to let anyone be
above him, Malfoys followed their own rules; they
serve or obey no one. And now his father wanted him to humiliate himself in
front of a mad man? The Dark Lord was the most powerful wizard ever, that was
true, but still, why should he live the rest of his life as a slave, having
been raised to be a lord? He won�t do it, he won�t live to serve anyone, he won�t live to see his world broken to pieces, and his
family as the favourite pets of a dark wizard! No body could stop that from
happening, he was pretty sure of that, anyone who thought there was any kind of
hope was a fool. This would be another chance to leave this world before it was
destroyed, there would be no silly girls following him into the woods, no one
would stop him.

But he was dubious about it, he
had not changed his mind about killing himself, but now the situation was
different. He wanted to feel alive one last time, he wanted to
feel the fire of a woman around him, he wanted to make her his. Granger somehow
had managed to get his attention, maybe she was regretting it already but it
was done. He wanted her, to have a taste of her before leaving. There would be
other chances, he could simply get lost in the forbidden forest and be done
with it, but before that he was going to have her. With a flick of his wand he
set fire to the letter.

Hermione was out of the Great
Hall, waiting for Ernie McMillan, the Hufflepuff
prefect, it was their turn to make the night round and she wanted to do it
fast, so she could go to sleep, she felt tired and slightly aghast. Holidays
were here; tomorrow the majority of the students would leave to spend Christmas
with their families. She hadn�t told anyone about her decision to stay at
Hogwarts, she didn�t want Ron talking her into going with them; she wanted to
be alone.

But she was worrying over
something else, Malfoy hadn�t talked to her since their little exchange in Arithmancy, and her obsession seemed to be growing, she
dreamed of him every night and her fear of being pregnant was worse everyday,
she had found herself starting to wonder if she should tell him once it was a
sure thing, then berating herself for even consider the possibility.

Tonight she was thinking of
Draco even more. The golden trio had had a meeting with Dumbledore, who sadly
informed them that there would be another initiation over the holidays; some of
the students probably won�t come back to Hogwarts to finish the term. Harry and
Ron were sure that this time Malfoy would stay at home with his gang of junior
death eaters, Ron was almost cheering over finally getting ride of the blond git, but Hermione hadn�t said a thing, she felt scared, she
didn�t want him to end like that, the girl was sure that if Malfoy left the
school he was not coming back, not for being a Death Eater, but for being dead,
he had told her that much. The gryffindor didn�t want
that to happen, but she could do nothing to stop it. Maybe if he knew about her
fears of being pregnant. That was a ridiculous thought; she should be able to
think of better ways to keep him at Hogwarts!

Anger took hold of her. What did
she care anyway? She was so stupid as to care for the bastard�s luck? Fuck him!
Let him go and die if that was what he wanted! It wasn�t her business! She
shouldn�t care! But the thing was she did care.

Hermione was so deep in her
thoughts that she didn�t realize someone was approaching her until she had the
boy almost in her face, she blushed and almost yell at the sight of Malfoy, the
blond smirked, amused by her shock, she managed to glare and asked.

�Malfoy, what are you doing
here? You should be in your house common room by now!�

�Actually Granger, McMillan told
me he was feeling a little sick, so I�m here to do the rounds in his place. You
have any problems with it?�

Hermione looked at the boy in
disbelief, she was about to tell him exactly how many problems she had with his
presence, when professor Flitwick interrupted them.

�Good night youngsters! I
suppose you two are going to do the rounds?�

�Yes professor� answered Malfoy
nonchalantly.

�Good, go ahead and behave now.�

�Of course.�

Draco knew that the
recommendation of behaving was only given to him, but he didn�t care, Granger
nodded her good nights to the professor, and they both started walking in
silence tainted with nervousness on Hermione�s part.

They did the round without
comments, Granger was relieved for it, she wouldn�t know what to say to him,
but at the same time she was going nuts wondering whether or not he would leave
for the break. She was thinking of the best way to find out without seeming
very interested, when Draco saved her the trouble and broke the silence.

�I�m staying for Christmas� he
said, they were walking back down the corridor that lead to the Astronomy tower
then, ready to finish their round.

�Really?� she suddenly felt like
a weight was lifted from her shoulders, while she tried to sound disinterested.
�What for? Don�t you want to spend holidays with your
mother?�

�There are more interesting ways
of spending winter break. Don�t you think so Granger?�

They have stopped walking and
Hermione felt his eyes on her.

�Besides, I want to be sure that
no stupid girl will try to stand in my way this time.�

That angered her,
she turned to glare indignantly at him.

�Oh, you don�t have to worry.
I�m sure that you�d find your way free of stupid girls!�

She intended to storm away to
Gryffindor tower, but a hand stopped her grabbing her arm, Hermione suddenly
found herself being pulled and pushed against the wall, Malfoy�s face only an
inch above her own.

�Why do I doubt that?�

�Let go of me Malfoy!� she
hissed furiously, not wanting to wake the portraits or attract Filch.

�You want to go? I don�t think
so Granger.�

He pressed his upper body
against hers, effectively trapping her, his left hand grabbed the hair at her
temple, firmly without being painful unless she tried to fight it, his eyes looked down into hers.

�I think we should set this
straight now!�

�Leave me alone Malfoy! We don�t
have anything to set!�

�No? Maybe I�ll go talk with the
weasel then, surely he would be interested about how his girlfriend lost her
virginity. I could give him a few details.�

�You bastard!� Hermione almost yelled, she felt like crying and was having a hard
time keeping her voice at hiss level �Don�t you ever feel any remorse at
anything?�

�Remorse? Why should I feel it? You asked for it Granger!� he leaned over
her, breathing in her lips �And you liked it!�

�You sick pervert! That�s
not...! Mmmm!!�

Draco�s lips were over hers, the force of the kiss demanding entrance to
her mouth, Hermione was shocked into compliance by the surprise, her hands
lifted themselves to his chest and a moan escaped her, the boy broke the kiss
smirking.

�I was wondering what your lips
tasted like. You did like it; don�t deny it Granger, that�s why you haven�t
told anyone.�

�That�s... not true� she gasped
trying to get hold of her ratting heart. �... you have
no right��

�Don�t fool yourself, you wanted
it, maybe not as it was given but that doesn�t change the fact that you wanted
it.�

�Stop it! Let me go now or I�ll
scream, I swear!�

�Go ahead then Granger, do it!
Give me a scream!�

She would have never done it and
he knew that, she was unable to break eye contact with him, the boy leaned in
again and this time she gave into the kiss completely.

�This is not happening, this can�t be happening, he hates me and I
hate him back! He hates me and I...! I so fucking need
him!� Her mind was in turmoil by now; Malfoy moved
his right hand to cup her buttocks through the clothes, his mouth starting to
trail a way to her neck.

There was a loud sound at the
end of the corridor that startled them both. Draco turned and took out his
wand, releasing her hair; he had a hex in his mouth before he registered the
ghostly figure bumping up and down with what seemed half a set of armour on its
head.

�Peeves! Stupid poltergeist!�

The girl came out of her daze
during the interruption and pushed Malfoy away from her, running hastily
towards the Gryffindor tower. The boy smiled at her retreating form, no need to
hurry, next time he�ll be sure there would be no interruptions.

Hermione went directly inside
her private bedroom. She was still blushing and very aroused. Malfoy had really
kissed her! It had to be a trick, there was no way Malfoy would really want
her! It was a bizarre thought, but she found herself liking the idea. She had
to be mad, that was it, she was finally totally nuts! But that night her dreams
were even more pleasure filled than before.

The next morning her period was
back, she didn�t know if she should feel relieved or disappointed.
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