Stay With Me (Dramione Fanfic)

Chapter Two

Hermione Granger

Hermione stood outside her parents' house for a good half an hour before walking towards the train station to go back to her apartment in London. After the war she had tried desperately for months to find some way to bring back her parents memories but her wand had been destroyed during the Battle of Hogwarts and her parents memories of their daughter had gone with it. Sometimes when she was sent out into her parent's neighbourhood by her branch of the Ministry of Magic she would come and stand outside their home for a while before going home.

Ron had moved into her apartment with her about a year ago and things had been going well for a while, then he started to drink more and more which brought out his already bad temper in a way she had never seen before. Whenever he drank heavily he would become furious with her for made up reasons, usually thinking that she was cheating on him and then she became terrified of him because most times he'd hit her or hurt in some way. She couldn't believe the way she had let him break her down and cage her in, but she felt completely helpless.

She desperately wanted to leave him and would if it weren't for the fact that she was pregnant. She didn't want to rely on him but she had to. Ginny and Harry were about to have their first baby and she couldn't impose on them and other than that she really had no one other than Pansy who was also busy planning her extravagant wedding.

Hermione disembarked the train at the station that was closest to her apartment and began the short walk home. When she got there the only sound was the TV playing some form of sport, that meant that Ron was home and in the lounge. As she walked through the door and placed her keys and bag down she could smell the pungent whisky in the air.

"Hermione, is that you?" he shouted out at her.

"Yes, I just got home from work," she shouted back, which seemed to be the wrong move to make because she heard as he got up and came storming into the room towards her.

"How dare you yell at me," he boomed as he grew closer, next thing she felt were his fingers gripping her chin and bringing her eyes up to meet his cold glare. "You shouldn't stay at work so late, dinner isn't ready until late and I have an early start. Don't you ever think about anyone except yourself?" And then before she had the chance to reply she felt pain slice through her as he delivered a swift slap to her face followed by a fist to her stomach. She felt excruciating pain in her middle as she fell down to the floor and Ron stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door so hard that it shook on its hinges.

Hermione tried to sit up but failed when she felt nausea sweep through her. She tilted her head up to see her stomach and noticed the blood starting to seep into her dress and onto the floor. She was almost certain of what was happening and she needed help.

Slowly she began to drag herself in the direction of her handbag which was on the counter a couple of meters away. If she could get to it she could call Ginny and Harry or someone to come help her get to a hospital. Just as she picked her phone out of her bag she got a call from Harry.

"Harry," Hermione greeted with a wince.

"Hermione, thank God. Ginny just went into labor and I'm freaking out, she's screaming and crying and swearing at me and the doctors and cursing the day I was born and then sobbing and screaming that she wants you." He rushed out.

"Harry, if you calm down you'll be fine. Just help her to breathe and let her hold and crush your hand. Once it's over she'll be fine again, I promise you,"

"It would make me feel better if you were here," he said desperately.

"I can't, I'm still at work but give Ginny my love and, and give me a c-call when the baby's born." And with that Hermione hung up wracking her brains for someone to call as pain sliced through her and black spots began to appear before her eyes. Scrolling through her contacts she spied a name that was of someone who wasn't a Weasley and who was relatively close by. Why she had actually kept the number, she didn't  know but she hoped that it would be worth it.

"Hello?"

"Draco Malfoy? It's me Hermione Granger, I really need your help.