Howlers (Dramione 18+)

Part 5

A week later Hermione had found the comfort of Draco's den rather confining, he almost never let her leave, only to bathe and only to eat with the rest of the pack during lunch and dinner, but she was forced to eat by herself on the ground and rather the scraps off their plates, they would have the same meal every night for dinner, rabbit, and vegetables. She thought if she ate another carrot, she would turn orange. At least she was provided with clothing and books, Malfoy remembered the witch did like to read, so much indeed that she finished all the books in a day. Speaking of Malfoy, they almost never spoke, just the usual greeting and goodbye when he came to fetch her for meals and bathing, she often wondered where he slept, but quickly realised she didn't really care, he could sleep on the cold earth's ground for all she cared.

Hermione was getting anxious her cycle was due in a few days, she had taken advantage of her time so much in fact she was running out of it. Soon she would be forcefully impregnated by Malfoy and passed around like a chew toy after the birth... She had 9 months to escape, or she was going to die. She must admit she would rather die than have Malfoy's baby. Hermione often thought about suicide, so often she began developing multiple plans, it was the only thing that brought her joy nowadays, as depressing as the alternative was, she thought next time Malfoy took her to bathe she would try and drown herself, or perhaps the next time she was allowed out of her room she would try and make a run for it and hopefully be caught, Malfoy might be so mad to the point of blacking out. She hoped he would kill her on the spot, alas she could only dream for the time being.

Draco was also anxious for Hermione's cycle to arrive, yet he dared not admit it to anyone, how would things be between them after he- after he "impregnated" her? Would she hate him? Hell, she probably already hates him, or perhaps she would be fine with it? Jesus Draco, any fucking sane person wouldn't be fine with this. He often became restless during the nights thinking about her, he slept in the pack caves and tried his best to give his witch as much space as possible, little did he know all Hermione wanted was some company, she even started talking to herself when no one was around, she would answer her own questions and reply to her own thoughts as if there was another person with her.

Hermione's mental state was deteriorating, to be honest, she wasn't ever really sane in the first place, the war took away the only parts of her sanity she had left, Hermione was a corpse at most, sure she walk talked, and acted human, but she was far from their so-called current reality, Hermione's life was vivid and she never felt fully conscious or aware of her surroundings, only the moments with Draco felt real, he was the only thing that connected Hermione to her past life if anything he kept her going.

She hated him

But she needed him...

Draco eventually came around during the afternoon time to fetch Hermione for dinner but what he walked in to was rather humorous, there sat on the floor was Hermione folding small paper animals from the discarded book pages, she glanced up at him as if she had just been caught snogging Hagrid in a discarded broom cupboard, her cheeks were stained, and her eyes were blown wide

"Taken up arts and crafts have we, Granger?"

Hermione set down the small paper frog and stacked up the paper in a corner, Draco watched in awe as she placed the frog on a small paper lily-pad, she wiped her hands on her T-shirt and walked over to him, her eyes not once leaving the floor once

"I need to make some friends, don't I? Seeming I'm not allowed to speak to anyone"

Draco raised a brow and smirked, Hermione's eyes were still set like concrete on the floor as if she were frozen, Draco uses his index finger to tilt her chin up facing him. He almost loses his breath when her brown hues connect with his greys, they hadn't connected eyes since the day he triggered the mate bond and he so shamefully jerked off to her, the scenarios flashed through his mind.