Unfortunate Fates
Rating: R – contains some smut and language.
Summary: After the Graduation Party, the seventh year students decide to continue their celebrations at a nightclub in Hogsmead. Drinking, grinding, groping is abundant. But one Hermione Granger wants to stay a virgin. So, what happens? Uninvited guests Fred and George Weasley decide to spike her drink. Getting Hermione drunk proves to be a lot more fun than they first thought. She is quite the party animal. But as the night goes on, nobody can find her anymore. Nor can they find Draco Malfoy. Now, two months later, Hermione sits, comforted by her close friends as her life, and the one inside of her seems to be in shambles.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. It all belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling.
Chapter 1: Worries Abound
They stood in front of her hotel room kissing. Both of them battling with their tongues for domination. Breathing heavily, they stared lustily at each other. His gaze travelled down her body to her unbuttoned shirt where her huge lace clad breasts were visible. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked.
"Of course," she breathed. She couldn't believe her luck. She had snagged the sexiest guy in the school. I should get plastered more often, she thought.
Fumbling to get the key in the lock, she kept imagining the events that were bound to unfold.
As soon as the door was open, he slammed the door shut and shoved her up against the wall.
"You are mine," he growled.
She moaned in response. His hard erection pressed against her most sensitive area. Damn clothes, she thought.
"Take me," she moaned. "Take me right now."
He didn't respond. He only slid his fingers past the waste band of her panties and fingered her.
He moved away from the wall, his fingers still inside her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around, needing to feel his body against hers.
He guided her to the bed and fell on top of her. His lips made signatures on her neck and shoulders.
Their need was becoming stronger. The lust was almost unbearable.
All foreplay was abandoned as they each stripped off their clothing quickly. Only she took the time to marvel his body. He only wanted to be inside of her. He climbed on top of her again. Never did he ask for permission. He knew she wanted it.
He slowly pushed in.
The pain for her was tremendous. She screamed. He did not silence her.
Once he was sure she had adjusted to him, he began thrusting in and out of her quickly. He needed release.
For her, the pleasure came fast and in great waves.
At the height of the wave, her alcohol influenced mind forced her to utter four words she never thought she would she would say.
"I love you Draco!" she screamed out.
As the wave diminished, she realised that he had not said anything in return.
His thrusts were now frantic. He could feel the release building up inside him.
She felt the pleasure returning. Her breathing quickened.
She looked into his eyes.
"Do you love me?" she asked, afraid of the answer.
"No mudblood, I don't love you," he growled.
She suddenly felt numb.
The wave that was about to engulf her once more had now vanished.
So numb did her mind and body become, she did not feel him erupt inside her. Nor did she feel him crash his lips onto hers, drawing blood.
It was only when he climbed of her and began to dress himself that she felt the physical and emotional pain.
She watched as he dressed his gorgeous body.
Without a backward glance, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
She buried her face in her pillow and cried.
Even when the pillow was completely drenched in her tears she did not stop.
Eventually, her tears lulled her to sleep.
When Hermione awoke, she realised that it was not the morning after. Rather, it was two months since that fateful night. She had been firm that she would not drink any alcohol, but somehow, she had ended up intoxicated. She vaguely remembered dancing on tabletops.
She didn't remember how she had ended up with Malfoy, or what exactly had happened. But every night, she had the same dream so she could only conclude that what occurred in the dream had actually taken place.
I can't believe I said I loved him, she thought ruefully.
She firmly shook all thoughts of the dream and Malfoy out of her mind. She had to get to work.
Hermione sat at her desk under the pretence that she was reading a case update. She twirled a pen between her fingers.
To an outsider, it looked like Hermione Granger was hard at work, deep in concentration.
Her close friends though, would be able to tell that she was deeply worried about something. And was what Harry realised when he came into her office to ask her if she wanted to grab some lunch with him.
"Hermione?" a voice startled her out of her thoughts.
She looked up to see Harry leaning against the doorframe with a concerned look on his face.
"Hey Harry," she said wearily. Hermione knew that he suspected something was wrong with her. She also knew that he would try to figure it out and attempt to cheer her up. She didn't need that right now, she just wanted to be alone. But still, he was her best friend. "Come in."
Harry sat down in front of her. "Do you want to grab a bite?"
The look on Hermione's face told him no, not really.
"Hermione, are we still best friends?"
Her face turned from weary to indignant at this. "Harry, I'm offended that you would even suggest something like that!"
"Hermione, what's wrong? You've been upset about something ever since the Graduation Party. Did something happen?" Harry looked so worried that Hermione just wanted to break down and spill all her worries.
But she couldn't do that. She knew that Harry and Ron would tear Malfoy limb from limb if she told them what had happened. It wasn't a bad thought, really, but Hermione didn't want her two best friends to go to Azkaban because of Malfoy.
So, instead, Hermione told Harry a half-truth. "Harry, I want to know how I got drunk."
Suddenly, Harry looked nervous. His eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at her.
"Harry, do you know something about it?" Hermione was suspicious now.
"Well, er…you see…" Harry stammered, not knowing how to put it to her.
Hermione's stony face told him to tell her the story straight.
"I really need to go now, but since you asked, you only need to three words."
"And what would they be, Mr Potter?" she asked with clenched teeth.
"Fred, George and spiked." With that said, Harry was out of her office so fast Hermione could have sworn that someone had used a summoning charm on him.
At least now Hermione knew that getting drunk was not her fault. That was a relief. She knew that she should have been furious with the twins, but she had another worry that was gnawing at her mercilessly.
Her period had not come yet.
Hermione had a calendar whose special purpose was to mark what day her period would start and finish. And her period was supposed to have started the day before. Never had her period been irregular, not even during puberty.
That night, Hermione sat on the edge of her bathtub. On the sink was a pregnancy test. She was too scared to take it.
She walked out of the bathroom to her bedside table where her period calendar was. She flipped back to the day of the Graduation Party. It was just as she feared. That had been her most vulnerable night to get pregnant.
She walked back into the bathroom and threw the pregnancy test in the bin, unopened.
She decided to go to St Mungos to get an accurate result.
Hermione sat in the waiting area of St Mungos Women's Health clinic. There was only one person in front of her.
Fear gripped her. What if I am pregnant, she thought. What will I do? My whole life will be ruined! Malfoy wouldn't care about me, he wouldn't offer any support. I'll be forced into prostitution! I'll –
Hermione's melodramatic thoughts were interrupted by a nurse calling for "Miss Hermione Granger, please!"
This is it, she thought.
She followed the nurse into the room and sat in the chair as instructed.
A moment later, a petite female doctor, with a tag baring the name "Dr Gwendolyn Freeflu" bustled into the room.
"Hello deary," she smiled, "what is it you came for?"
Say it! Hermione said to herself.
She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
"Let me guess," the doctor said, "you came here for a pregnancy test."
Hermione could only manage a weak nod.
Dr Freeflu took a bottle from a cabinet full of medic potions. "Just drink this sweetheart."
Hermione gulped down the contents and waited. Nothing happened.
She looked questioningly at the doctor.
"Don't be hasty, child, just wait," was all the doctor said.
A good ten minutes later, Hermione was just about ready to leave. "Doctor Freeflu, I don't mean to question your practise, but are you sure this will work?"
No sooner were the words out of her mouth when a pink light shone around her stomach. A few seconds later, it was gone.
"Well?" Hermione asked.
"Well, we know that you're definitely pregnant. Do you want to know the gender as well?"
Hermione didn't answer. She just walked out of the room.
How could this be? She thought. I'm not even eighteen yet!
She apparated back to her apartment.
What do I do? Who do I tell? Will anyone help me?
She snuggled under the covers of her bed and cried herself to sleep.