Draco and Pansy... er Hermione (Dramione)

Understanding. Or not.

The shock wore away and I quickly kneeled beside Draco, unsure of what I could do. The killing curse is forbidden for obvious reasons, one of which is that it ends someone's life in 99.999% of cases and that's something you can't take back with a simple "I'm sorry".

Everything set in as I looked down at Draco, his pale skin, blond hair, and Slytherin robe. My eyes filled with tears as I tried to understand why this had happened. Why, just as my life was starting to get back on track (strange as that may sound considering I'm a pregnant 17 year old who just got disowned by my parents), does the universe choose to rip the rug out from under my feet? Draco and I had just become a couple and I could tell he meant every word he said about being there for me. Why now?

I leaned down to gently kiss his forehead when suddenly he coughed a few times and opened his eyes. Slowly sitting up he turned to me. "Um," was all I could manage to say, surprised. "Are you... are you a vampire?" I said, half joking, half serious.

"What? No," he said, unbuttoning the button holding his robe closed by his neck and revealing a thick, black shirt. "My dad gave this to me for my tenth birthday. When you work in the Death Eater industry, you tend to prepare your family for having forbidden curses shot at them. This shirt absorbs the spells that are cast. If Bellatrix had hit anywhere else besides this shirt, I'd be dead." He said, and I saw that his hands were shaking as he spoke, the near death experience taking a toll on him.

"You sacrificed yourself for me and the baby? I mean, if you had been off at all in where you had the spell hit you..." My voice trailed off as a a couple tears streamed down my face. No. I was done with the crying. 'He's fine,' I kept telling myself, 'there's no need to cry now'. But did my pregnancy hormones listen? You can bet your ass they didn't.

"Hermione, I'm fine. I wouldn't leave you, especially not now. I'm fine." He wrapped his arms around me and we stayed like that for a minute or two as I stopped crying and stood up. He stood up as well and I was about to walk back with him when I froze. Something that Bellatrix had said came back to me, I had forgotten about it when Draco went all 'valiant hero', but I remembered it now.

"Dumbledore." I mumbled. "Bellatrix said you had failed to kill Dumbledore."

Draco met my gaze and shook his head. "I would never kill Dumbledore. I was supposed to, but I couldn't possibly do it. My dad was going to make me, it would prove my allegiance to Voldemort, but I won't."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" I asked, my voice starting to take on an annoyed tone. I didn't even fully mean for it to happen, words just started to come out faster than my brain could keep up.

"I didn't think I had to tell you everything. Besides, I'm not killing him, so it shouldn't matter to you. I got over the fact that you took advantage of me while I was drunk, so you can get over this," he replied angrily.

"Excuse me? The death of a professor that most Hogwarts students respect and love is a lot different than me having sex with you. Are you really trying to say that you wish we hadn't had sex in the first place?" I questioned.

"Yes," he replied without hesitation.

"What?" I asked, trying to mask the hurt it caused.

"Yes, I believe we shouldn't have had sex. If I had been sober and you hadn't pretended to be Pansy, I never would have slept with you, Mudblood."

The word hit me like a knife, and before I could think of a comeback I was already running back to the castle. Fast. I practically tripped over my own feet a few times but I didn't care. I just needed to be back in the castle and everything would be fine. I could lock myself away in some room and I wouldn't have to deal with Draco or anyone else.

I was no longer crying, just beyond furious. Every part of me wanted to go back there and Crucio his ass. But there was that tiny sliver of me that still wanted things to work out for us. That he would take it all back and everything would be better.

I reached the school and ran up the stairs, reaching a corridor that was unknown to me and finding an empty broom cupboard. I went inside, locked and soundproofed it behind me, and screamed as loud as I could to get out all of my anger.

Sitting on the ground in the corner of the closet I leaned my back against the wall, put my head against the door, and just thought.

Maybe I was foolish to think that things would work out.