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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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The Bloody Truth

Hermione groaned, her neck feeling stiff, her back slightly cramped, and her head pounding. Her throat was drier than a desert, and she sat up slowly, stretching, and rubbed her eyes so she could look blearily around herself.
“What the-” She gasped in shock, staring around at the familiar room that wasn’t Ron’s. Malfoy shot out of his chair, knocking it backward as he lurched to his feet, his eyes bloodshot and looking around, ready for enemies. He saw her sitting up, and relaxed slightly, sighing, and rubbing an arm across his face as he repositioned the fallen chair in front of his desk.
“Why am I here, Malfoy?” She raspily demanded, glaring daggers at him.
“Here, have some water.” He stepped closer, grabbing a glass from the bedside table to hand to her. She took it, and felt a strange sense of deja-vu.
“You passed out in my lavatory, so I carried you in here and let you sleep.” He said, watching her chug the water down. His face was drawn, his eyes haunted as he stared at her. Hermione moved the glass away from her mouth and inspected his face, trying to decipher the expression on it. The feeling that she’d re-lived this very moment before got stronger, and she narrowed her gaze at him. Was he still hiding something from her?
“What are you hiding, Malfoy?” She accused, leaning over to set the glass back on the table. He swallowed guiltily, and his face twisted with pain.
“Nothing.” The lie was obvious, and Hermione grabbed her wand from her pocket, aiming it at him, and clambered from the large plush bed.
“Tell me Malfoy, or I swear I’ll curse you.” She warned, feeling her temper flare. She’d already put up with so much, she didn’t feel like tolerating even the smallest bit of withheld information.
“Curse me, then.” He dared, his cheeks flushed, his bloodshot eyes gleaming with the formation of tears.
“Why are you lying to me? Why show me everything you did, and keep whatever it is you’re hiding, secret? Take me to that pensieve, and show me. Now!” Hermione shouted, a hair's breadth from breaking the law.
“Please, Hermione, don’t make me-”
“Imperio!” Hermione cursed Malfoy, forcing him to lead her out of his room, down the stairs, and to the cabinet filled room, to pull his memories out again. She dunked them both into the thoughts, and watched as his bedroom formed around them, Malfoy pacing the large space for a few moments, before stepping up to the bed, where Hermione saw herself sleeping, and waved his wand over her, releasing his hold.
“Granger, wake up.” He said softly, taking a few steps back from the bed, to give her waking mind space. She came to, much like she had in the previous memory Hermione had seen of herself coming up from the curse, sitting quickly, and looking around frightened.
“You’re safe. I’m not going to hurt you.” Draco said gently, calling her suspicious gaze toward him. Hermione scoffed, watching as he took a step closer, looking troubled, his eyes on the floor.
“Where are we, Malfoy?” She said, glaring at him.
“My bedroom. You’ve been under the imperius curse, so you probably don’t remember much of the past two weeks.” He answered.
“I remember enough,” she said, her glare narrowing at him. “I remember you about to rape me, before cursing me.”
“I… I’m sorry about that. I thought it better if I… went first, so you weren’t hurt too much.” He said, looking guilty. “I didn’t want your first time to be like… what… came later.” He stuttered, his eyes flashing up to hers, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. Her cheeks glowed red with shame, and anger.
“What, exactly, happened, Malfoy?!” She said, looking down at herself, and clutching the bedsheets to her chin, as if to make up for lost modesty.
“I Imperiused you, and then I raped you, saying awful things to make up for how gentle I was being, so the other Death Eaters would leave me be, and then… They all took turns. I cast a non-conception charm as soon as I was hidden among the others, but… They’re really supposed to be cast before.” He said in spurts of babble and silence. Her eyes widened, and she stared at him open mouthed for a moment before finally managing words. Hermione turned to Malfoy, still slack-faced from her Imperius, and waved her wand toward him. He regained control of himself, and looked around the room, staring at the scene with an expression that fell quickly to horror, and grief.
“No, nonono. I don’t want to see this again…” He said, slumping to the ground, and covering his face as though he could hide from the memories.
“What does that mean, Malfoy?” Memory Hermione sounded panicked, and he looked sick. He took a deep breath, and the watching Hermione’s hand flew to her stomach, staring in horror as her suspicion was cemented.
“I was sent away for a week and a half, but I had my mother cast the same charm on you every single day. When I got back, I brought you up here, and cast a few assessment charms, to see how badly they’d hurt you while I was gone, and… I found out…” He froze, his mouth gaping like a fish as he tried to finish the words. The Hermione on the bed touched her stomach, mirroring the one standing. The latter looked toward the Malfoy on the floor, and saw him looking at the pair, pain in his eyes, and surprisingly, tears on his cheeks.
“You’re carrying my child, Granger.” The memory assured, staying where he was, not making the mistake of moving closer.
The slumped Draco could see Hermione counting on the fingers against her stomach, adding things up before the memories could finish playing out. He hoped she’d pull them from the Pensieve before they could, but she just stared, seeming determined to relive this torment.
“No, I can’t be. I-” Memory Hermione’s words were cut short as Draco waved his wand at her, casting the same spell, which settled on her stomach, right above her hand, glowing a soft pulsing blue. She stared at the proof, horror-struck, realizing that the blue mist was pulsing with her own heartbeat.
“This… this will change my whole life. I’m going to be a mother. I don’t even know how-” Hermione was instantly worrying, and she knew that she’d be thinking of the many books she’d need to read, the things she’d need to learn, the people she’d speak with for advice.
“If… If you don’t wish to be a mother, I’ll understand.” Draco said, his face impassive.
“An abortion? No.” Hermione said, shaking her head, her hands covering her flat stomach protectively, her eyes widening with fear.
“You misunderstand.” Draco said, finally taking a step toward her. “I didn’t mean some crude muggle procedure. I meant, if you wish me to raise my son by myself, without your assistance, I would understand. I know you hold no fondness for Malfoys, and don’t expect you to burden yourself with my mistake.”
“Like I’ll let you near my child at all, Malfoy!” She said, scooting away, further onto the bed. “This child doesn’t need yours, or your family’s influence.”
“Granger, you don’t seem to understand, so let me be very clear.” Draco said, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “I will not let my son grow up with an absent father, like I did.”
“Oh.” Hermione gasped quietly, staring up at him as he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her stomach with kindness.
“That isn’t just some child, Hermione Granger. That is a future Malfoy, he will be my firstborn, and heir to the Malfoy name. There is no way in helll I am allowing him to be anything lesser than that, and I’m going to make DAMN sure he doesn’t end up like the rest of us.”
“How are you going to do that, Malfoy? You couldn’t even stop yourself from ending up like your family.” Hermione shot at him, stinging his pride.
“I know.” He said, lifting his eyes from her stomach to her face. “I’ll change. Switch sides if I have to.” He looked half mad, and entirely broken as he stared at her. “Tell me what to do, Hermione.”
She stared at him for a minute as he awaited her judgement, his face holding all of his self-loathing, and desperation to be more than the coward he’d been raised.
“Stop the war. Make the world safe for children. And then, you can start changing.” She said.
“Fine. I will. Anything. For you both.” He agreed, his eyes flicking between her stomach and her face. He pushed away from the bed, standing again, making his way toward the door. “Granger, I don’t want to curse you again. Swear you won’t try to escape? They’ve got guards all around the house, and they’ll kill you if you try it. You’re safe in here. I promise.” he said, opening the door, and closing it behind him. She heard the lock slide into place, and sank back into the pillows looking down at her stomach, whispering to herself, and the barely-started baby.
“How do you remember what was happening after you left?” Hermione demanded of the now sobbing Draco on the floor.
“I was outside the door, looking in at you. I wanted to see if you’d try to escape or not.” He said, watching as she poked at the flatness of her tummy.
She watched herself slide down into the sheets, and try to get comfortable as she rolled to her side, determined to rest for her own health. The memory faded out, and back in, to show a house elf following Draco into the room.
“For miss.” The house elf said, placing the tray on the bed, and disappearing with a loud CRACK. Hermione watched herself nibble at the food, as Draco watched, saying something about her needing to eat, probably her first real meal in nearly two weeks.
A whirlwind of memories flowed by, showing Draco bringing her food, tea, blankets, books, all in the interest of his growing heir.
She saw the memory of Bellatrix and Draco raping her again, as though in fast-forward, afterward, Draco made her forget, and set her back in bed, continuing his short routine of caring for her. Then it slowed, showing details that she’d missed in the spinning jumble. Malfoy reading to her as she fell asleep, Malfoy touching her stomach after she’d passed out. Two weeks of what appeared to be a growing friendship, or at least a mutual effort to put the impending responsibility first.
The memories slowed further and further, until it was moving at a lifelike pace again, showing Malfoy entering the room, looking haggard, and half-asleep. Whatever he’d been doing had clearly been tiring. He knelt gently on the bed next to her, pulling the covers back, as though he’d forgotten she was there at all, and was going to pass out like any other night.
Then he froze, the sheet lifted, staring at something Hermione couldn’t see for him in the way. She stepped closer, looking around him to see the crimson that stained the sheets.
“Hermione, wake up.” He said, ripping the sheets away, and scooting closer, shaking her shoulder. She didn’t move. He shook her harder, his eyes shooting from the large, and seemingly still-growing pool of red, to the white face of the witch he was pulling into his arms.
“No, no, no. Hermione, WAKE UP!” He shouted, panic filling his eyes, as he pulled out his wand.
“Explicto!” He said, circling his wand over her, even though the watching Hermione knew exactly what had happened. She’d known when she heard that she’d been pregnant. Because she’d had her period regularly since the end of the war. She wasn’t pregnant. At least, not anymore.
The spell’s searching light landed on her stomach, and turned a bright red, matching the blood, as it shimmered dully against the stained silk of her nightgown.
“Hermione! Wake up!” He cried, shaking her again. “Wake up, please!”
She grabbed the keening floor-flopped Malfoy by the shoulder, and retreated from the Pensieve, not caring what came next. She’d seen what he hadn’t wanted to show her. She’d seen exactly what had been missing from his story.
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