Pass It On

Chapter Eleven:
*Don't let your head rule your heart,
Don't let your world be torn apart,
Don't keep it all to yourself,
Just let all your emotions run free,
With someone like me*
-Atomic Kitten: 'Someone Like Me'

She could hear him muttering to himself inside of his head, the odd syllable had a swear word in it...she'd never heard him so wound up, and it was a little worrying.

*Anything wrong?*

*Go away* He said grumpily. *I don't need this right now, everyone's on my back, telling me what to do...
no one realises...*

*Well, if there's anything i ca-

*Don't you think you've done enough?* He snapped, his harsh words cutting through her.

*What the hell have I done?!* She asked him impatiently.

*Everything! Your everything! You don't realise it, but you fuck up everyone else's life around you! Maybe if you left people alone they wouldn't get hurt!* He thought for a minute. Those words were pretty harsh...but it was true. It was because of her that things were going so wrong.

Lucius wanted a baby that came from the womb of HER. Lucius said that the child would grow to be a brave hero...kind of like HER. And now HE was thrown into the equation, JUST BECAUSE HE COULDN'T THINK BEFORE HE DID ANYTHING WHEN HE WAS BLADDERED!

*Damn it all to hell!*

*There's something seriously wrong with you* she told him, her voice now stone cold.

Draco got up from his place on the chair and went to the mirror to look at the reflection looking back at him.

*No...its you there's something wrong with. If you weren't such a ... a ...do gooder! Then I wouldn't be in this predicament!... I don't even have my own life anymore, I have YOURS, and it's proving to be more than enough for me to handle! You don't know what you've caused*

*Well, if you told me then mayb-

*You don't understand...i'm trapped. I can't get out of it now...and for the next nine months I will be too...unless...* He looked down at his stomach. *...Unless there are ways of getting rid of it without anyone knowing...*

Hermione knew he wasn't well. He sounded like he was mumbling to himself.

*What do you want to get rid of?* She asked him curiously, holding her pillow close to her.

* - I mean, its not even MINE, really...I had nothing to do with it...it wasn't my sperm or my egg....*

* - What wasn't?*

* - It's not my baby*

*Baby?* Hermione asked, aghast.

Draco began laughing. *Thats right, Granger. I'm nocked up, and its all McMillan's fault...*

Hermione's hand went over her mouth. She felt like screaming.

Draco was pacing now. ofcourse...if the baby wasn't HIS then that would mean that he had nothing to do with it, which would mean that if he was to swap bodies back with Granger...

The prophesy states that you are to make the child your own.
Although...through it's conception, and you taking part...
Well, lets just say that there is more than enough 'soul' in the
child to be getting along with.

Draco thought about this for a minute...
His father was talking in riddles...he was good at that. The bastard ALWAYS managed to confuse the hell out of him!

...Maybe he was a little connected with the child afterall.

@-,'-- D&H --,'-@

Hermione stared at him hard. She was looking at it, trying to will her mind to peep inside and see if what her thoughts were saying to her were really the truth...
She couldn't tell any difference. The petite form of herself was exactly the same as it had been. But she knew she was growing anxious.

And plus, it HAD to be bad if MALFOY was panicking about it.

*Well, you'd be panicking if you were a lad and YOU found out you were having a sprog* He said defensively.

Having had a sleepless night worrying, Draco had decided to go with what his father was doing...after all, his father was -on most occasions- right, and it would be VERY unwise to oppose to what his father was telling him to do.

Hermione was crushing her Beetneck forcefully, grinding it into a fine powder. Goyle was looking at her curiously, he knew something was wrong.

*Let me get this straight...you had SEX in MY BODY?!* She said angrily.

Draco winced. *I was very very VERY drunk...but the good thing is, i can't remember it* Draco said this re-assuringly.

*Oh* Hermione said sarcastically. *Oh, thats ok then. That completely makes the situation ok now!!*

*Hey!* He said defensively, adding SnaggleBerry hairs to the concoction he was...well...concocting. *I didn't ask for it....but after two weeks of NOTHING, i thought that enough was enough-

*So you had MY virginity taken away?!* She shouted. if she were shouting with her actualy voice, alot of people would of mistaken her for a screaming Banshee. *And to top it off, you go and get me PREGNANT!!*

Draco wasn't proud. This was somehow effecting every part of him, and he didn't honestly know how long he could handle it for. He was a strong person...but sometimes strong people could be weakened.
This, for instance, had made him have a conscience.

*I'm not proud of it, Granger...it was a big mistake and...well....i'm...er....you know* He said, trailing off at the end, leaving Hermione even MORE confused (not that its really possible)

*I know what?* She asked through gritted teeth.

*You know...that i'm...er...that word that i've never said to anyone before* Hermione looked over at him, and for once in the seven years she'd known him....the ice in her heart splintered away.

He was sorry.

he was saying SORRY to Hermione Granger. The day she thought would NEVER come had finally arrived...and it felt so....victorious.

*I'll accept the apology...but you had BETTER get to Madam Pomfey and sort it out, quick* She told him in a very mum-like way.

What would Madam Pomfey say?...What would McGonagall say?...What would DUMBLEDORE say?...and worst of all...what would Harry and Ron think of her?

It wasn't worth thinking about...she would be glad when he got rid of it, and then she got her body back so she could have her own life agai-

*ERNIE McMILLAN?!* She said to him, just realising who it was he'd said that he'd slept with.

Draco, once again, winced. *I was drunk and he was there...and i know, i'm not exactly the kind of lad that goes around shaggin' OTHER lads...but I was drunk and i wondered what the experience would be like from a girls point of view...* He chanced a glance at her from the opposite side of the room.

She wasn't happy. He could tell that from the look on the face. He knew that look well.

She was worried. She was worried about people finding out about it, and then being called all the names under the sun because of it. She needed the baby gone. It wasn't hers...if it was then she could reconsider, as killing an innocent child just wasn't the done thing by her faith...but this child had nothing to do with her....

*I think you need to know a few things* His voice came into her head, alot quieter and anxious than usual.

He was going to tell her everything.

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She hadn't spoken to him for three weeks.

He knew she would get angry...but this was beyond any kind of hurt he'd ever seen in anyone.

He told her face to face, as he knew it was better to be told important things like that. He did defend himself, like he knew he would. She was very pissed off at him for the first hour or so...but then she wouldn't even open her mouth to speak to him...too lost in her thoughts to say anything that he wanted to hear from her.

She said she had felt betrayed by him...she knew he was an asshole, but she thought they'd kind of gotten past that....obviously not.

Draco felt like something was....missing. Talking to Granger through telepathic connections was fun for the banter...without it he felt bored.

He needed something to take his mind from everything....so he turned to the firewhisky, the baby be damned! It's not like he wanted it anyway.

He was on his seventh glass, feeling the pull of the bottle call to him once more, when he heard her voice in his head, sounding tired and snotty nosed...she'd been crying.

*Don't even THINK about taking another glass of that stuff. Don't you know how much it can harm the foetus?!*

Draco rolled his eyes. As always, she thought of other things before she thought about him.

*The 'feetless' can go an' bugger itself...i don't care no more....* He staggered and fell back onto the Maroon couch.

*I care* She said defiantly. *If that baby is part of me then i want to know its kept safe.*

She had not spoken to him for along time...all the while listening to his little conversations with himself inside his head. She was starting to feel sorry for him, realising that he wasn't the one to blame. Though it did hurt her to know that he KNEW who'd done it to them in the first place, and WHY he hadn't said anything to her about it.
However, even this was low by Lucius' standards...did he really expect his own SON to give birth?

But it didn't mean she had forgiven him completely. He had hurt her deep for not telling her...though she didn't know why, because this was the sort of thing Malfoy's did...

Now, though, she realised that the matter at hand WASN'T between her and Malfoy...but with the child growing inside of him...inside of her.
It had taken her some time to realise that it was HER egg...HER womb...which meant that although it was Malfoy's prescence inside her body...it was still HER body...which meant that getting rid of the child was NOT an option. Malfoy would just had to deal with the repercussions in time when he took the baby and made it his own.
She would allow her body to carry it...but anything beyond that was nothing to do with her.

*I don't care about the baby...i want it dead, its nothing to do with me* Draco said dazedly.

Hermione, in the Slytherin Head of Year bedroom, shook her head. When would he get that he had to do the grownup thing for once in his life?

*You're having this baby whether you want it, or not, Malfoy. Thats MY body, so i say what goes...your having it, and then you're taking it away*

Hermione had once decided she wanted her body back...but then realising what her body was going through, she decided to stick inside Malfoy's for a little while longer...
She had also thought of the prophesy meaning that the child would be used for evil...evil people could be hero's in dark wizard's eyes...that thought scared her a little, she had to admit.

*It's ruined my life!* Malfoy moaned miserably in a drunken stupur.

Hermione rolled her eyes. *Stop your moaning...your not the one who will have the stretchmarks* She climbed into bed. *And don't drink anymore!*

Draco looked into the empty glass bottle. Then threw it away in defeat when he found that he couldn't get anymore out of it.