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Nature's Cruelty: Sequel to Earth Shattering	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4870 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That right goes to the AMAZING JK Rowling. No profit is made off this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Flight
- 3-News
- 4-Secrets
- 5-Fireworks
- 6-Broken
- 7-Zoo
- 8-Tremble
- 9-Danger
- 10-Loss
- 11-Cruelty
- 12-Hope
- 13-Epilogue
- 4
- 5
- 6
AN: Thank you all for your patience! I would like to credit Scorpia11 for helping me fix the Mature Content part in this chapter, which I was stuck on for a few days. She definitely helped me bring it to life!
Chapter 5- Fireworks
Tuesday, July 4^th, 2006 06:12pm
Draco stood in the en-suite bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror with his head hanging low. He couldn’t believe he yelled at Hermione only a few hours ago. He didn’t mean to lose his temper but she was being so unreasonable and not thinking straight. He also couldn’t contemplate why he wouldn’t just tell her what he knew. Every time the words seemed like they would come, something held them back. He knew if just told her then she would understand why going home was dangerous.
The secrets were eating him up inside, tearing him apart, and ripping away at his soul. He was surprised he was even able to tell Hermione about his mother being out of Azkaban, but for some reason, he couldn’t tell her that Harry also had no idea where she was at.
His mother never checked in with her Parole Auror after she was released like she was supposed to. She could be anywhere in England right now; plotting and planning just like Hermione assumed. And her assumptions were usually correct. Harry and his team tried looking everywhere they thought his mother might go, however luck was not on their side and they still haven’t been able to track her down.
Draco hunched over the sink more and let out a deep sigh. Turning on the faucet, he splashed cold water onto his face and looked back up at the mirror. A fight raged on in his mind with a decision weighing heavily on his chest. He couldn’t figure out which path would cause less harm; telling Hermione before they went out to dinner, possibly ruining her night, or if he should just wait until after, also possibly ruining her night. He knew he had to tell her soon, because he could no longer hold the information a secret anymore and he was afraid he was going to burst in the middle of a crowded room.
“Get it together Draco,” He whispered to himself “just tell her now. She will understand.”
“Understand what?” a voice asked gently; startling him out of his thoughts.
But once he realized it was just Hermione, he turned back around and hunched over the sink once more.
“You have an annoying habit of sneaking up on people, you know that?” He stated rolling his eyes and letting out a huff through his nose; trying to ignore the fact that she looked absolutely stunning in heels.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to. It just sort of, happens.”
Looking at her through the mirror, he let out another deep sign and licked his lips.
“Hermione, I have to-”
“Draco, there is something-”
They both started at the same time.
“You go first.” He mentioned as he turned around and rubbed the back of his neck.
“No, you go.” Hermione stated nervously “I can wait.”
Slumping his shoulders, Draco leaned back onto the sink and took in a deep breath.
“I am sorry for yelling at you earlier.”
“It’s okay, I-”
He held up a hand, stopping her short of forgiving him too early.
“Let me finish…Please.”
Hermione moved to sit on the top of the toilet seat to the right of the sink and motioned for Draco to continue.
“I…I wasn’t fully honest with you earlier.” He began while putting his hands in his pockets and looked to the floor. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you and I am sorry for that. But I had my reasons.” He looked up and stared at the wall in front of him, refusing to look at her.
“Draco…what is it?” Hermione asked calmly, seemingly trying not to start another fight.
Tilting his head back, Draco looked up at the ceiling, knowing he was in for a world of trouble once he told her everything.
“Draco, just tell me.” She stated after he took, what seemed like forever, to answer her.
Lowering his head back to the floor, he let out the breath he was holding and raised a hand. Gliding his fingers through his hair he looked back to the wall in front of him.
“Potter…Potter doesn’t know where my mother is.”
“Say that again.”
Draco could see Hermione’s body tense up from the corner of his eye and he knew it was too late to go back now.
“My mother never checked in with any Auror after her release. Potter can’t find her-but he is looking and she can’t leave the country.” He quickly stated.
The silence cut through the air like a thousand knives as he turned to face his wife. It seemed like hours, before Hermione calmly stood up and fixed the wrinkles of her little black dress. She looked at him with an unreadable, blank face; and without saying a word, she calmly walked out of the bathroom, leaving Draco worried and baffled at the same time.
“Hermi-Hermione!” he called out to her, following the path she took.
Hermione started down the stairs at a fast pace, ripping the diamond stud earrings he got her for her Valentine’s Day, out and throwing them to the floor.
“Hermione stop!”
She still didn’t answer him as she walked to the door, grabbed her jumper off the coat rack, and reached for her handbag.
“Where are you going?” He called out to her as her hand grasped the doorknob. “Please, just hear me out!”
Still she was silent. The door swung open and she stepped outside; her black stilettos clicking across the front porch.
“GRANGER!”
Hermione suddenly stopped in her tracks, making Draco wonder where he was supposed to go from there.
“Hermione, please…Let me explain.” He pleaded desperately.
“Explain?” Her voice cold and full of anger. “Explain how you lied to me?” she turned around and Draco could see her blood begin to boil over. “Explain how you hid important information that involves the woman that nearly killed me!”
“I did it to protect you.” he interrupted.
“Protect me?” She yelled out “I don’t need you to protect me, Malfoy! I am perfectly capable of doing that myself!”
“Right! A lot of good you have done lately!”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that I have been saving your arse since that day at my Tower!” He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes in annoyance.
“That is absurd and a blatant lie!”
“Oh really? Shall we recap me saving you from falling to your death in the lift? Or from falling to a fiery grave while you tried to help people who were basically already dead! Oh and trying to save you again in the Parking Garage when my own mother attacked you! And let’s not forget that it was my blood that kept you alive when you fucking died on me! I can keep going if you like!”
“That has nothing to do with you lying to me!” she stated angrily as she swiped the hand holding her handbag, through the air.
“I didn’t lie! I just didn’t tell you the full truth!” Draco ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to calm down. “Look Hermione I-”
“No matter how you try to justify it, that is still considered lying! What else are you hiding from me? I know there is more!”
“What?” he asked confused; shocked that she knew he was still holding back a very large secret.
“Oh don’t you dare pretend that I am stupid, Malfoy!”
“Can you please stop calling me that? We are married for Salazar sake!”
“You called me Granger; it is only fair to return the favor!” she spat with venom in her voice. “After all, that is no longer my last name; unless you suddenly forgot! But how could you? You remind me every bloody day!”
“I said it to get you to stop and listen to me; Hermione please, I don’t want to fight with you.” he claimed, lowering his voice.
Hermione took a few steps forward and stared him down. He could tell she was aggravated but really just wanted to know the truth. He knew she hated being kept in the dark but he didn’t think she was ready to hear the rest.
She searched his eyes for some type of tell as he tried his best to hold back; failing miserably.
“Mione…please…I-”
“It’s about Ron isn’t it?” she asked, cutting him off and lowering her voice.
Realizing there was no point in pleading with her anymore, Draco did the one thing he was asked not to do; he told her.
“Yes.”
“And what about him? Did he break out? Is he coming after me too? Tell me Draco!”
Letting out a breath, he looked Hermione in her amber filled eyes and silently pleaded with her one last time, to not make him tell. But of course, it was to no avail.
“No Mione,” he began sadly “He didn’t break out.”
“What then?” she asked, still angry, while taking a few steps back.
“He…He-”
“He what? Spit it out!”
“He’s dead…Ron Weasley is dead!” He studied her for a moment before continuing “He hung himself in his cell the day after our wedding. He somehow got a copy of the Daily Prophet announcing the wedding, and with you hating him for what he did…He was depressed apparently, and he thought he lost you in his life forever.”
Hermione’s face fell but she said nothing. It worried Draco that she didn’t say anything and nothing about her features gave him any sort of clue as to what she was thinking.
“He left a letter for you but Potter refuses to give it to you until we get back. That is, if you are willing to accept it.”
The waves of the sea crashing behind the Villa, was the only noise that broke the silence encircling the atmosphere around them.
“Hermione?” he tilted his head slightly, trying read how her reaction would go.
Finally taking in a deep breath, Hermione turned on her heels and walked away; leaving Draco standing on the front porch of their rented Villa, alone, and officially hating himself. But he hated Harry more in that moment; for putting him in the position that made love of his life, walk away from him.
He thought he could handle the anger he knew she would feel; the pain of losing one of her best friends, even if she was pissed at him. But her reaction and the silence, was not one he expected.
He watched as she continued to walk down the road alone and he contemplated running after her; scooping her into his arms and telling her to just let it all out. But he didn’t, he wouldn’t. She needed time to process everything. She needed time, away from him.
And that is when he realized something. He apologized for yelling at her earlier, but he never apologized for holding back information he knew would break her heart. He never apologized for keeping her in the dark and not telling her as soon as he found out. He just yelled at her until he couldn’t take it any longer because he thought he was right. He never apologized, for hurting her; because that is exactly what he just did. He hurt his wife. The one person, he vowed he would never hurt again.
“I am so sorry, Hermione.”
But Hermione, was far from hearing him.
10:36pm
Draco sat on the edge of the couch with his face in his hands. His hair was a mess and he had worry lines forming on his perfect pale skin. He was filled with hatred of himself and he was strongly considering going out to look for Hermione. It had been hours since she left and he couldn’t help feel troubled and anxious about if she was okay or if she was even coming back that night. He was distraught, to the say the least, and nothing he did helped ease his fear that his marriage was over before it even began.
A loud click of a door closing pulled him out of his self-loathing trance and he quickly looked up. Hermione stepped into the room holding her heels in one hand and looked at him expressionless. Draco stood up from his sitting position as she dropped her shoes and threw her handbag on to the floor next to them.
“Where have you been?” he demanded; not roughly or in aggravation, but in a caring and almost fearful tone.
Walking past him, she began making her way up the stairs, completely ignoring him.
Letting his shoulders sink, Draco sat back down on the couch and rubbed a hand down his face. He heard the water from the shower upstairs turn on and he began to grow inpatient. He wanted to know what she was thinking and he could no longer wait to find out if he, along with the help of Harry Potter, dissolved his marriage just days after the wedding. The wedding he let Hermione plan down to the last detail; the wedding he made sure was absolutely perfect so that she didn’t have to worry about a thing. The wedding, that held all her Gryffindor friends and family, and none of his.
But it didn't matter that the wedding was perfect; that the Lilies were as white as they could be, or that she looked beyond beautiful in her simple yet elegant ivory gown. That the grass she danced on during the outdoor reception, to a song he never heard before, billowed in the breeze around her that made her appear to be floating on air.
Nothing matter anymore, because she would never forgive him for telling her too late.
Growing tired of his lack of courage to confront her, Draco stood back up and made his way up the stairs. He entered the bedroom and looked around. Hermione was not inside and none of the bags were packed. The shower continued to run as he moved to stand by the bed. He noticed her wand lying next to her jumper as they rested on the white comforter. Picking up her wand, he hoped that she would one day understand why he did what he did. And he hoped, that not seeing her luggage packed was a good sign; a sign that she wasn’t leaving him.
Setting her wand back down, Draco walked over to the bathroom door, ready to knock, but a small noise stopped his knuckles, just inches from the hitting wood. Leaning in closer, he pressed his ear to the door and listened. A soft whimper vibrated through the wooden door causing him to slowly open it.
“Hermione?”
The large bathroom was filled with steam as the hot water poured from the shower head. He couldn’t see behind the glass of the shower due to the condensation, but he knew his wife was in there.
Slowly walking up to the glass, he opened the shower door and saw Hermione sitting in the corner with her knees to her chest; still wearing her little black dress and soaked to the core.
“Mione.” He sighed, and she looked up at him with red puffy eyes. “Mione, I-.”
Hermione lowered her head back to her knees and Draco stood there for a moment, pondering if he should go to her; if she would even let him go to her.
“Fuck it.” he announced aloud and walked into the shower; ignoring the spray of the boiling hot water hitting his skin, soaking his suit and shoes.
Leaning down, Draco scooped Hermione up bridal style, before sitting down in the corner of the shower. Maneuvering himself into a comfortable sitting position, he set her down on his lap and pulled her head into his chest. She didn’t fight him like he thought she would, and she still never said a word. Instead, she began crying harder while she gripped his white button up in her hand.
Kissing the top of her head, he held on to her tightly as she grieved into him. He stayed silent the whole time, holding her, and giving her the support she so desperately needed. He didn’t know what their future held in that moment; all he knew was that she needed him and he made her a promise. A promise that he would always be there for her, no matter what, and it was a promise he forever intended to keep.
After about an hour, the sobbing sounds of his wife could no longer be heard, but he continued to hold her; ignoring the pain radiating though his spine from sitting on the hard titled floor. The water was turning cold but he still never loosened his grip. And he wouldn’t until she was ready.
“I’m sorry.” was the first thing she said to him since she walked away.
Draco barley heard her over the pounding water hitting the floor below, but he lowered his head and laid a gentle kiss on top of her wet curly hair.
“Why are you sorry, love?” he asked tenderly “I should be the one who is sorry. And I am; I am sorry Hermione…I am so sorry.” he hugged her tighter, refusing to let go; believing that if he did, she would slip from his grasp and leave him forever.
“For walking out on you…I should have stayed and…listened to you.”
“You had every right to walk away from me. You have every right to leave me, leave our marriage.”
Hermione tilted her head up and looked at him with sad, still red, eyes.
“Leave our marriage? Why would you think I would divorce you because of a fight?”
Draco looked down at her with a perplexed expression.
“Because I held not just one but two very important secrets from you- I didn’t want to hurt you Mione, I swear I didn’t.”
“Draco,” she leaned back to fully look at him “That is not cause to end a marriage. If you cheated then yes, if we couldn’t work something out-”
“I would never cheat on you-”
“I didn’t say you would. Draco, I am just saying, you would have to do something much worse than lie about your mother and Ron’s death for me to leave you.”
“I didn’t lie.” He stated firmly.
“Well you didn’t tell me the truth. You said he was safely tucked away in Azkaban.” She raised a brow.
“He is…He…he was a prisoner, therefore buried there; unable to be buried anywhere else.”
Hermione searched his eyes before lowering her head back down.
“I need to go to Ginny. She must be devastated. She will need me.”
“Hermione…That is exactly why Potter told me not to tell you until after we return home. Ginny is in a delicate state right now. She doesn’t want to have to worry about you on top of her family, her husband, and her unborn child.”
“She won’t have to worry about me.”
“That is the biggest lie, if I ever heard one.” He chuckled slightly. “Come on, we should get out of here, the water is turning cold and our fingers are turning to prunes.”
“Do you have your wand?” She asked softly.
“My wand?”
Draco moved slightly to remove his wand from his pocket and in confusion, handed it over to her.
Hermione waved the wand in the air and cast a nonverbal spell, making the water warm again.
“I like it in here,” she began, setting his wand on the wet title floor “it’s soothing.”
“Yes well, my clothes and spine would disagree with you.” he joked.
“Oh…” Hermione moved off of his lap and kneeled in front of him as he adjusted himself to release the pressure on his tail-bone.
“Draco?” she looked him straight in his grey eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Please don’t ever hide anything from me again.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“I can’t say I forgive you right now-”
“Hermione I-”
“But,” she continued “I am willing to try and move forward. We are newlyweds after all and we should act like it. Not fight over something we can’t change.”
“You know, nothing that happened today is how I thought it would turn out. You didn’t react the way we all assumed you would.”
“I am not the same person you all knew me to be anymore. I have grown. After everything I have been through, and going through, it is basically expected.” She shrugged.
“Hermione… I am sorry for saying that you can’t take care of yourself. It’s just…it is my job to protect you now and-”
“Draco-”
“And I got carried away with my stupid selfishness and I wasn’t thinking when I said that-”
“Draco-”
“But I hurt you and I am sorry. I don’t know why I yelled at you. I should have known that-”
“Draco!” Hermione announced, leaning forward and pressing a finger to his lips. “You’re cute when you ramble…But do me a favor,” he looked at her with a raised brow while her finger still pressed against him. “Shut up.”
“Yes ma’am.” He stated through her index finger.
“Don’t call me ma’am.”
With that, Hermione leaned forward and removed her finger; replacing it with her soft and supple lips. Draco was surprised to say the least. He wasn’t expecting her to kiss him so soon. He thought she would at least need more time.
Hermione pressed deeper into him greedily and full of desperation. He lifted his hands instinctively to rest on her hips. But he pulled back, breaking away from her touch.
“What are you doing?” He asked in bewilderment. “I thought you didn’t forgive me?”
Hermione smirked and leaned in once more to place a gentle yet quick kiss on his lips.
“Just because I am mad at you doesn’t mean I can’t have sex with my husband…Like I said, we are newlyweds…We should act like it.”
“I just want to make sure that this is okay. I mean we just had a major fight and there are things we still need to talk about.”
“Draco, if you don’t shut up and unbutton your pants, I will hex you!”
He contemplated whether or not he should listen, or just tell her that right now was not the time, but there was no way he would, or even could, deny his wife. Although, her actions all day and her sudden change of heart left him worried. It wasn’t like her to just give up on a fight so quickly, especially one so serious. It thoroughly boggled his mind.
Hermione hiked up her dress and straddled his lap, completely driving all thoughts of her strange behavior from his mind. She cupped the sides of his face with her hands and pressed a bruising kiss against his lips. The pressure of the kiss was painful, but Draco endured it, understanding that she needed this in order to distract herself from the consuming grief.
Surrendering to her needs, Draco reached a hand around her back and pulled her tighter against his chest; causing his dick to grow hard as it rubbed against her wet panties. He bucked his hips to bring them closer as he sought the pleasurable friction and parted his lips to offer her control. He didn't understand what had gotten into her but he was absolutely loving it.
Hermione thrust her tongue into his mouth and grinned when she felt him melt into her. She was both eager and demanding as she stroked her tongue against his. Draco let her take what she wanted, though she nearly suffocated him with her furious snogging. After all, he felt it was the least he could do after breaking her heart.
Sliding his hands up her back he reached for her zipper but she pushed him away and recaptured his lips with a ferocity she'd never shown before. She trailed her lips along his jaw as he ran his fingers under the hem of her dress and slowly lifted it up.
Leaning back from his touch, her hands flew to his pants and quickly unbuttoned them before jerking the zipper down in one swift move. He attempted to help her, but she slapped his hands away and continued pulling out his erect member. Draco didn't really know what to think anymore. She wasn't acting like herself as she practically jumped his bones to satisfy her own needs rather than because she loved him.
Not that he was complaining; he was loving every minute of it, but it wasn’t like her. He knew grief affected everyone differently, so he thought that maybe this was just her way of dealing with everything.
As soon as he was free, she gathered her dress up and moved her panties to the side. She eased onto his dick slowly, causing each of them to let out soft moan as his full length began filling her warm wet core.
Draco rested his hands on her hips as she began bouncing her body up and down. Her hands gripped his shoulders, as she lowered her head and began kissing him hard once more. The temptation to take control and dominate her, stirred within him but he suppressed it, knowing she needed to lead for a change.
Hermione ran her fingers up his neck and through his hair, making the blood in his lower region throb mercilessly.
As she continued to ride him relentlessly, Draco met her body with hard thrusts of his own. Suddenly she slowed and began rocking her hips back and forth against him. The feeling of her hips slowly grinding against him was new and euphoric. They had never tried this position before as he was used to always being on top. This was the first time he had no control and the thrill was exhilarating.
Leaning forward and reaching up, Draco threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her back slightly, breaking their heated kiss. He slowly began trailing kisses across her neck and chest but apparently Hermione had other ideas. Without any warning, she pushed him back against the wall as the warm water continued to rain down upon them.
His shock at her roughness was evident before she attacked his mouth again and rode him harder. But every time he tried to touch or caress her skin, she slapped his hands away. Draco no longer knew what to do but he was still extremely aroused by her take-charge attitude. Hermione released his lips and trailed pecks down his neck. Tentatively, he rested his hands on her thighs, hoping she wouldn't push him away again. The corners of his lips turned up into a small smile when she didn't protest, so he began rocking his hips to match hers, sending them both into over drive and over the edge.
Draco was in ecstasy as she rocked her hips on top of him, slowly bringing him closer to the point of which he'd burst. Hermione began bouncing faster than before, surprising him and making him cum before he was ready. Luckily her release followed his within seconds.
As he spilled into her, he let out a deep moan as she cried out in heavenly bliss. Both were panting hard as they came down from their high, resting their foreheads together as Draco moved his hands up Hermione's legs. Gripping her hips, he pulled her flush against him and held her close for the briefest of moments.
Before he knew it, Hermione pulled back from him, removed herself from his lap and stood up. After fixing her dress, she turned to the shower head and turned off the water. Draco stood up and fixed himself before slowly walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. But as he finished enveloping his arms around her, Hermione turned around and backed away from him.
Draco furrowed his brow in confusion as he watched her face fall.
“Did I do something wrong? I thought we were having fun.”
“Draco…I…” Hermione turned away from him for a moment, hanging her head low, before turning back to face him “I don’t blame you for not speaking up when you found out, about your mother and…and Ron.”
“I guess that much.”
“Yes well…that was to help me feel in control again.”
“So you used me?” he asked shocked.
“I didn’t use you.” she claimed softly.
“You wouldn’t let me touch you Hermione, but you led me to believe that you wanted to have sex with me when you were using me to feel in control again!”
“Draco-”
“No Hermione! Once again you used me; first the kiss last year to get Weasley out of your head and now this! I am not your toy that you can just use when you are upset!”
“Draco,” she cut in calmly “I listened to you, can you just…listen to me, please.”
Draco ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and waved a hand for her to continue; despite wanting to scream at her.
“I don’t blame you for hiding that information,” she took a small step forward “from anyone else…but me.”
Draco raised his eyes to her quickly, realizing that her next words were going to cause another fight.
“I am your wife…You are my husband. You are supposed to tell me things, not hide them from me. Especially with something so important…You took something from me by hiding it. And thinking about it, over this whole year, you took pieces of me.”
“What are you talking about? I never took anything from you.” he crossed his arms.
“I am not this person that you want me to be, Draco. I am not the kind of woman who does fancy dinner parties, or wears stylish dresses all the time,” she looked down at her dress and waved her hands over it to emphasize her point. “I don’t do sex on air planes and I don’t…I don’t allow people to take care of me- but I do it for you, to make you happy.”
“I don’t ask for those things-”
“But you do. You might not realize it but you do. And by doing those things for you, I realized how much you are taking away from me and how much you are trying to mold me to be…to be your rich wife. And I let you, I let you because I love you….You are a good man, Draco. You are smart and handsome and-and perfect. But you don’t know how to be a husband.” She paused and gazed into his eyes as he dropped his arms to his sides. “After the war, I was broken. I had been trying to fix myself for years and I thought after I told you what you meant to me, then I would be okay; even if you didn’t reciprocate. Then the tornadoes happened and then your mother attacked me again. And I know I almost died, Draco, I know that. I have been trying to let that go but you keep making it hard for me. You keep bringing it up like I had any control over leaving you behind. The only control I have left in my life, was when I walked away from you and the sex we just had.”
“I…I don’t understand what any of this has to do with what I told you.” he let out a sigh “Okay, I get that I hurt you but I never tried to take your control away.”
“Since the war I was barely alive, Draco. I held myself together with tape and glue and I thought that finding you and being with you would help me, and it did.” Hermione began sniffling as she tried to hold back her tears and it absolutely destroyed him inside “But then not even a week after our wedding, you held back-You didn’t tell me that my best friend was dead as soon as you found out! I get that it must have been hard, but you listened to Harry…over being my husband.”
Tears began to stream slowly down her flushed cheeks and all Draco wanted to do was reach out and wipe them away.
“Mione-”
“No Draco!” She swiped a hand through the air “I can handle you keeping secret your mothers release…but Ron.” She held a hand to her stomach as she tried to prevent herself from fully crying “You took the last piece of me by withholding that, Draco. You broke me and I just…I can’t forgive you for that. You took that away from me.”
“Hermione, I-”
“You don’t know how to be a husband and I don’t blame you for that. But you are supposed to be my number one. The best friend of all best friends. The one the trumps Harry and Ginny,” she turned her head away from him, hiding what he knew was the pain she was feeling”…you should have told me sooner. After everything I have changed for you, Draco…I…I trusted you to do at least that for me.”
“Her-”
Hermione brushed passed him and made her way to the bedroom. Leaving Draco standing alone in middle of an empty shower, soaking wet, and once again, full of self-loathing feelings. Shaking away the pain and picking his wand off the floor, Draco stormed out of the bathroom. This time he wasn’t going to let her walk away.
“I know I should have told you when I found out, but me not telling you wasn’t just about you!”
Hermione stopped getting the bed ready and looked up at him from across the room.
“How was it not about me?” she spat in anger.
“You punishing me because I was trying to protect you, fine-I can handle that. But you punishing me for also protecting your other best friends, and the stress we all knew you would cause trying to wait on Ginny hand and foot, is not okay!”
“What? What are you going on about?”
“Ginny is going through losing another brother, dealing with her family, and trying to help keep Potter from falling apart. Do you know how much stress that already is on a person? Add her worrying about you too, and she could lose her baby, Hermione!”
“I didn’t-”
“Think about that!” he interjected harshly “Because you were too busy worrying about me hiding his death from you, than about how your friends are feeling or what they are going through! You want to punish me, fine, but don’t you dare think that I was doing to keep you in the dark!” he let out a deep sigh and moved closer to the bed. “I was protecting both of you. My wife and my friend. Do you even know how much pressure it was on me? Do you even care?”
“Of course I care.”
“Look Hermione, I apologize for how I went about everything. I am beyond sorry, I really am, but hiding his death was not just about you. I love you, I really do; more than I have ever love anyone in my whole life.”
“Draco I…I love you but I can’t forgive you right now.”
“I am not asking you to. I am asking you to understand why I did it. I know you are grieving but I have seen you grieve before, this isn’t you. I don’t know what else is going on with you but I would never purposely hurt you; at least not anymore. You should know that.”
“I do know that, but it doesn’t change the fact that you did.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you? I fucked up. I get that. But it wasn’t my intention. I didn’t know you would take the news the way you did. You’re emotions are all over the place lately. I don’t know how you will react to anything anymore. I can’t read you!”
“Draco-” Hermione slowly moved away from bed, closer to his side.
“Bloody hell, Hermione, I just want to keep you safe…”
“I’m pregnant.”
“And if I get tormented for doing that then so be it, but…wait,” Draco shook his head and furrowed his brows, as he held up a hand, perplexed. “What did you just say?”
Hermione took another step closer to him and stared deep into his eyes.
“I’m pregnant.”
A small smile began forming on her pretty little lips as Draco’s face fell in terror. But before he had a chance to say anything, the room began to shake violently; causing Draco to reach out for Hermione. They held on to each other in pure terror, as furniture around them, came crashing to the floor.
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