Stay With Me (Dramione Fanfic)

Chapter Four

Hermione Granger

I pretended to be asleep in the hopes that Draco would feel relaxed enough to fall asleep and I was right. As soon as I heard the soft snores coming from beside me I sat up a little and placed my hands across my stomach. Everything was still a bit fuzzy in my brain but a few thoughts stood out to me clearly.

1. I had a miscarriage and my baby died

2. I had been thinking about aborting the pregnancy because it was Ron's but I couldn't do it

3. I had to leave Ron now

4. I had nowhere to go if I did leave Ron's but

5. Maybe I could stay at Draco's until I figured out my next move because,

6. There's no way Ron would look for me there

Originally I hadn't wanted my baby because of who its father was and the environment I would be bringing it into. I knew in my heart that if I had of had the baby I probably would have never left Ron but that didn't make it hurt any less. I would have loved it because it was my child, regardless of the situation. I felt a few tears begin to fall from my eyes and trail a path down my cheeks before I began to cry properly.

Draco woke up shortly after I began to cry and even though I tried to hide my moment of weakness from him, he saw it, but instead of telling me to get over it he just grabbed my hand tightly in his, inching his chair closer until it was pressed right up against the side rails of my bed.

"It's going to be okay," he whispered in a soft and gentle voice that had a hard edge to it. He sounded almost as though he was angry, but I couldn't fathom why Draco would be angry about me being hurt, unless he was annoyed that he had to sit here with an injured and crying mudblood.

"It won't, he'll find me eventually," I whispered back as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"No," he said with force. "I'm telling you that I will do every single thing in my power to make sure that he doesn't. Naturally I can't promise anything but I can try." Maybe he wasn't angry at me then? But why was he being so nice when it's not like we even remotely liked each other at Hogwarts. Though becoming friends with Pansy has taught me that we were all kids following what we were taught to believe and that there were lies and mistakes made by everyone in the war.

"I have nowhere to go, nowhere to live and all of my stuff is at the apartment and all of my money is in my vault at Gringotts but Ron has the key, so no money."

"You can stay at Malfoy Manor for as long as you need to and as for your stuff we can get that when you know that Ron won't be home and until then we can get some stuff that you'll need at the shops. My family has always had connections at Gringotts and I can see them about getting your money situation sorted out, usually if charm can't sway them then gold can," his offer was incredibly generous and solved a lot of the problems I had buzzing about in my head. But I was still plagued by the why? Was he after my influence at the ministry to free his parents perhaps?

"Thank you Draco, but are you sure you want me to stay with you? I don't want intrude and it isn't like we've been best of friends, I don't want to make you uncomfortable in your own home."

"I wouldn't offer if it would make me uncomfortable. You're in need of a place to stay and there is space at the Manor, simple as that, and as for the other stuff it's not hard for me to sort out."

"Thank you, it means a lot that you would do this for me. Especially since you barely know me, I was almost surprised that you helped me tonight. Do want anything in return?" His eyes narrowed slightly as I spoke the last part.

"You're honestly lucky I answered the phone, I almost didn't pick up because it was an unknown number but I had a weird feeling that I should, and then I couldn't just leave you to die. All you told me was that you were bleeding and you needed my help so I thought you were going to die. I'm glad that you aren't dead though. I don't want anything in return for this, and I know what you think I want. My father can stay in Azkaban and you have no power to get my mother released from Saint Mungos, so that's the end of that."

"Okay," I turned to look at him but he was staring out of the hospital window. I yawned loudly and Draco went to move away from the bed when my grip on his hand, which I hadn't even realised I was still holding, tightened.

"Stay, please? I just don't think I can be alone right now."

"Of course," he said, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders before grabbing one for himself and settling back down into his chair. After a while, as Draco's thumb traced slow circles on the back of my hand I felt sleep begin to wash over my body like waves crashing on a beach until slowly I was pulled down into the deep abyss of sleep.