A Hard Year

Part 8

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter I wanted to show Draco battling with his feelings for Hermione so I hope I did ok on that. Thank you for all your reviews I am really grateful to you all. Enjoy!

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Hermione's POV

I inhaled sharply, stilling my tears and slowly levelling out my uneven breaths. Draco's hand was still in mine, but he hadn't said anything he just sat there without a word crossing his lips.

"I need to get out of here."

I couldn't be in this room anymore, or with Draco, not after what he'd said. My hand pulled away from his as I slipped off the edge of the bed and readjusted my crumpled shirt.

This whole thing seemed so much more real now that it was all actually happening, before, I kind of half hoped that nothing would ever come of it.

I grabbed my bag roughly and slung it over my shoulder trying not to make eye contact with him in the process.

I could feel his silvery orbs burning into my back as I made my way towards the door of the hospital wing when I heard the legs of the chair scratching against the wooden floor.

"Hermione, wait."

My body tensed as his hand fell upon my shoulder and he tried to draw me back towards him. My arm pulled out of his strong grip as I saw Zabini coming towards us once again.

"You should probably take your hand off me Malfoy; you wouldn't want Zabini to see you besmirching yourself with the likes of me, would you?"

I pushed my way through the double doors aggressively and ran down the corridor, pushing my way through the crowds of apprehensive students. I really didn't want to be around him anymore. I still couldn't get over the fact that I thought he might actually have a different side to his cold, arrogant and unfeeling self.

I headed straight up to the Gryffindor common room and into my room. There was a loud bang as I slammed the door behind me and climbed the stairs hurriedly to my room.

The door swung open and I stepped inside going straight towards the large full length mirror residing in the corner of the room.

My fingers trembled hesitantly as I slowly unfastened the buttons on my shirt. My eyes fell down to my stomach as I tried to convince myself that I was actually pregnant and then returned to the mirror. My hand ghosted across my abdomen as my eyes roamed my stomach searchingly.

After a couple of minutes I pulled my shirt back down over my stomach not wanting to look at it anymore. I was so tired I didn't feel like I even had the energy to cry or feel upset. I kicked off my shoes before crawling underneath the soft blankets tossed across my bed, sinking into the comforting warmth beneath them.

Draco's POV

She shook my hand off aggressively and fled from the hospital wing her eyes still wet with tears. I wanted to go after her but Blaise was only a few feet away now and I didn't want to fuel his suspicions.

"What's up with her?"

He drawled as he halted next to me, his hands buried in his pockets.

"I...I don't know"

I couldn't help my obvious hesitation as I stuttered over the words uncertainly.

"So...?"

My mind was elsewhere, I wanted to find Hermione and explain.

"What?"

"Is she pregnant?"

I was desperate to get out of here and find her; I was still trying to get my head around why I cared so much. Even after just one week of being around her and what happened last night she had penetrated my cold shield of indifference and when I was around her it just melted away.