Chapter 1 : Bloody Rain
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“So, you’re just going to leave me here! After all we’ve been through!” the brown haired witch cried.
“No! I never meant for this to happen! How can you be pregnant?! This is too early. I’m sorry, Hermione, I can’t handle this. I’m not ready for all this. We’re not even married.” The ginger head exclaimed. Hermione’s vision was blurred, as she tried to keep her tears back, but it was no use, they easily trickled down her tanned cheeks. Ron exited out of her apartment, slamming the door shut. He walked into the bloody rain, pouring over his ginger head.
“Ron!” Hermione bawled, she was far away from her, far away from reach. He had left her and her baby. Her perfect world had completely shattered like a mirror. She slid down the wall, pouring her heart out.
Smack! Ron’s cheek, stinging with pain.
“How dare you do that to her? How dare you!?” Molly Weasley shouted at her now ashamed son.
“I didn’t mean to, mum. I didn’t want to, but I had to tell her the truth. I can’t handle it, I won’t be able to.” Ron explained.
“You were supposed to support her not destroy her, Ronald!” Mrs Weasley cried.
“You should be there at a time like this, when she needs you the most. You are going to be a father, Ron.”
“I don’t want to be a father!” he blurted out. Molly’s mouth dropped open in the shape of an ‘O’.
“I didn’t mean it that way.” Ron said intimidated.
“Just go.” She dismissed him, trying to keep her anger from showing. Without another look at his mother, he went to his bedroom, with his head bent low.
Hermione greeted her secretary politely, who look at her concerned.
“Ms Granger, I had a call from Mrs. Weasley, she said she need to talk to you urgently, she wants you to drop by at the Burrow, straight after work.” Ms Greek informed. Hermione nodded and entered her office, placed a lock on the room using her wand.
The day was going very slowly and Hermione was becoming irked by the minute.
Only two hours had gone since she had come in her office. She tried to bury herself in the huge pile of paperwork due for next week, but she couldn’t concentrate, because there was loud music to be heard from the next door office. Hermione picked up the phone and called for her secretary.
“Grace, can you please tell the next door office to keep quiet, as I’m trying to do some very important paperwork.” Hermione said.
“Yes, Ms Granger.” Grace replied.
Finally! Looks like the person next door had shut off the music. She continued to check and sign all the paperwork left for her from her boss until...
Knock! Knock! Just when she thought she was going to finish all the paperwork. She pointed her wand at the door, unlocking it and entered the last person on the planet she wanted to have the pleasure of meeting – Draco Malfoy.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Ms Know-It-All. Just when I thought I had left you ‘Golden Trio’ for good, you had to show up. Didn't you? He smirked his signature smirk.
“Out of all the floors, you had to have a job at this one. Just once I would like to enjoy my life in peace.” She pleaded.
“Well, in here, you are not gonna get any, not while I'm around. They don’t call me a party animal for nothing you know.” He said; always his arrogant self. Hermione rolled her eyes in disinterest at the comment.
“You haven’t changed a bit have you, Malfoy?” she said chuckling.
“What are you laughing at, Granger?” he glared at her irksome. She burst out laughing freely, only to annoy him further. Draco squinted at the brown haired witch in annoyance.
“What the hell is so funny, Granger?” he stared. Hermione attempted to compose herself and act professional.
“Party animal, in what world?” she snickered.
“You know what? It’s pointless talking to you. I'm out of here.” He walked out in anger, with Hermione still laughing.
“Ms. Granger? Your doctor just called, she told me to inform you for your pregnancy scan due for next week, on a Wednesday at 10:30 am.” Ms. Greek said. Hermione nodded and went back to her office, back to work. the telephone was ringing continuously.
“Hello?” Hermione answered.
“You finally decide to pick up the phone. For goodness sake, woman.”
“What do you want, Malfoy?” Hermione grumbled.
“My blue folder, which is sitting on your desk. Drop it in my office, would you Granger?” he asked.
“Get it yourself, Malfoy.” she hissed and with that she hung up the phone before the git could say anything else. She snatched the folder of the desk and with a flick of her wand, transformed it into an ink pot.
“Granger! Open the damn door!” Hermione flicked her wand and the door unlocked. He stormed inside, searching around for his folder.
“Have you become that lazy Granger, that you can even drop a folder in my office? Which is next door by the way.” he complained. He looked around the office, unable to find his folder. He then understood what had happened to it and looked towards Hermione, with his arms crossed across his chest. “Alright Granger. Where is it? Hand it over.” he held out his hand.
“What are you talking about?” Hermione said innocently.
“Enough with the innocent act, Granger. I know you have my folder. Just pass it over, so we both can get back to work.” he suggested.
“What folder? I have no folder. Do you see a folder of any sort on my desk or anywhere in my office? No, I don’t think so.” Hermione tried to keep a straight face, but Draco could see the corner of her lips trying not to curve into a smirk.
“I can see your smirk, Granger. I am not blind you know, now hand it over.” he said now serious. He again held out his hand hoping to have a weight put in to it, but no such weight was put on.
“You don’t really think I’m gonna give it to you that easily, do you Malfoy? I thought you knew me better.” she said pouting. Hermione smirked as he sighed in surrender.
“What’s the catch?” he asked.
“You have to dress up as a chicken and so the chicken dance in public, in front of The Three Broomsticks. And you have to wear to work for a day.” she said smiling mischievously.
“What?! No! I wont do it! Just give me back my file, so I can get back to my client.” he said. Hermione was starting to get on his nerves.
“Okay, okay, you don’t have to wear it to work. But you still have to wear it in front of The Three Broomsticks.” Hermione giggled.
“No! I wont do it! Stop playing these dumb games on my and juts give me the file!” Draco’s anger was boiling up inside, gradually increasing, but Hermione was not going to give him the file so easily. She shook her head, she was not giving him the file at any time until he agrees to her deal. Draco was beginning to get pissed at Hermione for her childish behaviour, so he reached for his pocket for his wand. He pointed the tip towards the brown haired witch and mumbled a spell, which Hermione could catch until she was transformed, her face growing many horrid boils. Soon, she was hardly recognisable.
“MALFOY! CHANGE ME BACK! NOW!” she screamed at him.
“Only if you give me my file back, without any conditions.” he insisted, a smirk playing on his lips, trying to keep himself from laughing.
“Yes, fine. Now change me back!” Hermione demanded. Draco obeyed. Hermione pointed her wand at the ink pot on her desk and transformed it back into the blue file it was before. She then handed it back to the blonde Slytherin.
“You ever do that again, you will regret it for the rest of your life.” she warned him as he smirked.
“Whatever, Granger.” Draco said ignorant. He snatched the file from Hermione and made his way for the door, when Hermione’s secretary opened it, which she shouldn’t have, because Draco had banged his head as she had opened it back. He placed his hand on his forehead, massaging his temples trying to reduce the pain the bloody door had caused him. Then he heard maniacal laughing behind him, Hermione was literally rolling on the floor laughing her head off. Draco gazed at the witch with an irked expression, and with that he stomped out the door into his own office. Hermione composed herself to profession level and looked towards her secretary, who was trying very hard to keep a straight face, but couldn’t. She finally burst into laughter, Hermione joining in. Finally, when they had stopped.
“What is it, Liz?” Hermione asked somewhat serious.
“It was your doctor, she wants you to come to the clinic immediately.” Liz replied.
“Thank you Liz. You may leave.” Liz closed the door behind her and went back to her desk. Hermione commenced on getting ready for her trip to the clinic. She was anxious, to be honest, hopefully everything was alright.
Unfortunately that was not the case.
She greeted the doctor and sat down on the chair. “Hermione, you must be wondering why I have called you here.” the doctor held up some X-rays of what must have been her abdomen and brain. “according to your last check up in June, it can be said that the unborn child is very sensitive. I suggest that you do not get stressed a lot, as it will have a huge impact on the child. Any sign of tension shown or you do any hard labour work, at any point, may put you child in grave danger. So please, I insist that you stay home at any cost, just to be on the safe side.” the doctor explained. “As you are working in the Ministry, you must have been given a lot of paperwork, am I not right? So please, stay at home, Hermione. It’s for the safety of your baby.” the doctor said before Hermione could protest.
“How long will I have to stay at home, doctor?” Hermione asked.
“It may be a few weeks or maybe months.”
“Yes, months. We need to take extra special care that your child will be born healthy and fit, but if you keep on stressing, then there is a highly likely chance that you baby might not survive. So please, Hermione. Listen to me, stay at home. It’s for your own good.” she said. Hermione sighed and nodded.
“I understand, doctor. Thank you.” Hermione bid the doctor goodbye and left out of the clinic.
“I better use a taxi.” Hermione said. She walked towards the road, looking left and then right for a cab. Then a yellow glow was getting bigger and bigger from the distance. Hermione held out her hand, so it was visible for the taxi driver to pull over.
“Where to miss?”
“17 Lily Lane.” Hermione answered.
The taxi was at a sudden top. Hermione looked outside to see the traffic lights change from green, to amber, to red. When the lights finally changed, the driver rode on…
Suddenly, Hermione heard a honking sound up ahead. It seemed to be driving towards the taxi. Hermione screamed at the driver to go the other way, the driver obeyed, and made a sharp turn to the left, causing the cab to collide. Into another cab.
“Is she alright, doctor?” Jenna Granger asked anxious.
“Yes, but she has lost a lot of blood. And the crash has caused damage to her abdomen. I’m afraid we couldn’t save the child. We are very sorry.” Jenna cupped her hands on her mouth, tears flooding her eyes, making her vision blurry. Her husband embraced her, to which she cried even more at Hermione’s loss. The couple had not even known that their daughter was going to be a mother, let alone losing the child.
“How are we going to tell her, Ross? She will be shattered.” she looked up with many tears sliding down her cheeks.
“I don’t know, honey. I don’t know.” he looked at his wife with a worried look on his face.
The doors slid open to reveal a tall blond man, who had a bandage on his forehead with a blood stain visible on it. He walked towards the couple.
“How is she, Mrs Granger? Is she going to be alright?” he asked worried.
“The doctor said she’s going to be fine. But sh-she h…has lost her child.” Jenna started to sob again on Ross’ shoulder.
“What?! Oh my God. She was pregnant?” he asked in disbelief.
“Yes, she was. We found out today only. But we must thank you, Draco. If it weren’t for you, our daughter may not have survived either. Thank you very much for all your help.” Ross replied.
“It’s okay, no need to thank me, Mr Granger.” Draco said. “But now, I must go. I have some very important business at the Ministry. Goodbye.” he exited.
Hermione started to gain conscious and slowly opened her eyes, and found her parents crying silently.
“Mum, why are you crying?” Hermione asked startling the couple.
“Hermione, my child! You’re okay!” her mother rushed up to her daughter and clasped her into an embrace.
“Yes, mum, I’m okay. You can stop crying now.” Hermione chuckled softly. Jenna let go, but continued to weep, regardless that her daughter was fine. Something was wrong and Hermione could sense it.
“Mum, what’s wrong? Is everything alright?” she looked from mother to father anxiously awaiting for their answer.
“I’m sorry, Hermione, but, your baby…it didn’t survive the crash. You’ve had a miscarriage.” Jenna hugged Hermione again, crying on her shoulder, while Hermione looked utterly shocked. She placed her hand on her abdomen, clutching onto to it tightly.
“No! You’re lying! Dad, please tell me mum is lying!” she demanded, tears flooding and impairing her vision. Her dad couldn’t bare to make eye contact with his daughter, knowing what was to come.
“Hermione, it’s true…I’m sorry. You were losing a lot of blood, you were so close to death and the accident damaged your abdomen. But we couldn’t give you any blood because ours didn’t match with yours.” he sputtered.
“But, how is that possible? You’re may parents, we should have the same blood.” she said in disbelief.
Lingering Silence Filled The Air.
A/N : Hey guys. My second fanfic. Hope you all like it. :). And For Any of You Who Have Read My First FanFic - Eye Of The Beholder, I will be continuing with that story as well as this fanfic.
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