A/N - Hello old readers, you can skip this if you've read I'l Fight For You - Fremione :)

But for my new readers: this is a sequel to a Fremione story called I'll Fight For You! Please read that first since it probably won't make sense to you. Plus you don't want to miss Fred and Hermione's relationship and how it progresses ;)

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Hermione’s screams were torture for the people around her and for Hermione herself.

Orders were being demanded in a loud but firm and authority stricken voice. People were rushing about. Shoes hit the ground around her as everyone tried to get everything done on time. Hermione was reminded of the Weasley house before they left for Hogwarts since everyone would be rushing up the stairs, down the stairs, to the kitchen, to the hall way and lugging trunks around and shouting, mainly Mrs Weasley, that they were going to be late and everyone else would be half asleep.

Machines beeped, people breathed heavily around her in a way that they had been taught so that their nerves would calm down. Someone was screaming her name... her surname and Hermione knew who that was but pain was over taking her ability to talk. Then a door slammed shut and the screaming stopped but the noises were still loud. Something jabbed into Hermione’s arm and panic struck her like cold water in the early morning. The baby... what if the injection was going to harm the baby? She couldn't let that happen..

‘I’m...’ Hermione whispered and a nurse next to her, who was injecting her with something, leaned forwards. She urged her on and Hermione fought that scream stuck in her throat. She pushed it down and tried to get her own voice heard, ‘I’m pregnant...’

‘We know, Miss Granger, just try and-’ the nurse tried to console her as she took the injection out of her arm. Hermione interrupted her as a pain as quick as lightning shot through her lower abdomen and she didn't just yell... Hermione shrieked, throwing back her head and letting her throat produce that awful high pitch sound. The nurse grabbed her arm as Hermione tried to grab onto something. The nurse coaxed her back down as Hermione started sobbing and panting about how much it hurt, ‘yes, we know. I’ve injected you with sleep medicine... just try to be at ease.’

Hermione frowned at her quite rudely, opening her eyes into tiny slits to stare murderously at the nurse. Try to be at ease? thought Hermione. She was hardly able to keep her screams muffled, how was she going to be able to relax through everything that was happening? The nurse, however many looks she got from Hermione, just smiled and her eyes darted to the doctor. Hermione’s eyes began to droop down as though she hadn’t slept for a week... no... she wouldn’t sleep, she convinced herself. A question about what was happening to her aroused in her throat but before she knew it, the lights of the world dimmed and she felt into a deep sea of unconsciousness. She didn't try to swim out... she was at ease now.

In the hospital, Draco Malfoy sat outside on the chairs with his legs apart, elbows leaning on his knees and his face buried into his hands. A tuft of blonde and wet hair was visible from the paleness of his fingers. Water dripped in a slow and rhythmic style onto the floor and a bunch of people looked at him with pity in their eyes.

A single thought coursed through his mind and he knew it was true no matter how he tried to convince himself otherwise. This was all his fault. Falling for Hermione Granger was dangerous and he knew that from the beginning... but was he in love with Hermione? He liked something about her, mainly her boldness, but love? Was he that far gone? He still loved Astoria, he knew that for a fact. He missed Astoria so much but the last time he would see her would be when she gave birth to his child. She wanted nothing to do with Draco’s child and she had said so herself.

Draco felt something like... remorse for what he had done to Fred and Hermione, although he would never admit to anyone other than Hermione. He wanted to apologise to her when – if – she woke up. He should never have played her like that just to take away her house and Fred’s business. He didn’t care about Fred as much since the Weasley’s had always irritated him but he felt sorry for what he had done to Hermione. He had caused her to break up with Fred and had torn her away from everything she owned and now she was in the hospital and the Healers wouldn’t tell him if it was serious or not. Draco also didn't really want to apologise to Hermione but he had to.

‘Urgh!’ he shouted out in a fit of rage and a little girl and her dad, who were sitting opposite him, glanced at Draco. In their eyes he was a strange man who looked like he had just been out of the shower when he received bad news and rushed to the hospital as fast as he could. Draco looked up at them when the little girl gasped at his red and furiously burning eyes. He sneered at her and she grabbed her dad’s hand as Draco muttered to the dad with us much menace as he could, ‘what are you looking at?’

The girl and her father stood up quite indignantly with a fleck of fear burning in their eyes. Draco looked dangerous to them and this fact eased a chuckle out of his lips. It was a small chuckle but now he realised that he must look really crazy. The little girl, holding onto her dad’s hand, moved away to sit somewhere else, occasionally glancing down at the strange man laughing to himself. Draco went back to brooding glances around at the people staring at him and thinking of how Hermione’s hand had clutched his waist when he tried to help her up...

‘Mr Malfoy?’ a pretty nurse came out of the room where Hermione was kept. Draco was on his feet instantly and a few people looked over at him with fear at the name ‘Malfoy’, the nurse herself looked a little scared at the name but her eyes grew wide at Draco’s appearance.

‘Yes that’s me. Is she okay? How’s the baby? Did she ask for me? Is she still in pain or did you give her something for that? You know she’s pregnant, right? Don’t give her anything that will harm the baby,’ Draco rambled on and the nurse drew back a little. Draco started to pace the space in front of her when she said nothing. He couldn’t stay still but stopped when the nurse put a hand on his arm... on his forearm where the dark mark was hid by his shirt but it burned a little whenever anyone touched it. Draco drew back and winced slightly, the nurse held up her hands and apologised, ‘it’s just... my arm... I, uh.. I cut it.’

‘Okay,’ the nurse said cautiously although they could both see through his lie. Draco waited for her to go on and she did just that, ‘are you related to Miss Granger? Do you know of anyone who is related to her?’

‘No... we’re... I’m her... no we’re not related,’ Draco sighed, knowing what was coming but  anger shook inside him when the nurse spoke next. Draco explained a little more, ‘her parents aren’t here and she isn’t married. She has no other family.. I don’t think so anyway.’

‘We can’t disclose any information about Miss Granger’s health  and we can’t let you see her, unless she agrees to see you since you are not related to her in any way. You see, Mr Malfoy, you and Miss Granger are very well known in the wizarding world which means that... we know you were not on the... um... good side, so to speak,’ the nurse looked down at the ground suddenly as Draco’s eyes blazed onto her. What was she trying to say? ‘we know of your difficult relationship with Miss Granger, Mr Potter and Mr Weasley. We can’t let you see her until she says so herself.’

‘Just because I’m a... I mean, was a death eater, I’m not allowed to see her? I bought her here so I should be allowed! Ask her if I can see her and she’ll say yes!’ Draco roared, feeling himself being judged by the things he had done in the past. Yes, everything the nurse said was true but wasn’t everyone over that... that sort of unfairness? It seems like they still weren’t. The nurse only shook her head lightly and then looked up at him with a stern. She flinched when Draco shouted at her, ‘what do you think I’m going to do?! Hex her or something?!’

‘Miss Granger is sleeping right now, sir, and I would stress that you keep your voice down,’ the nurse said firmly as she glanced at the people around them. They were looked curiously over and Draco was fuming smoke out of his ears as the nurse looked back to him, ‘I suggest you go home or stay here, whatever suits you, until she is awake.’

‘I have to stay here in these rough seats while the mudbl- I mean... while Granger gets that bed?’ Draco sighed and shook his head which was hurting him. It was getting quite late and his thoughts were all jumbled up inside his head but he wouldn’t go home. Not until he had sorted things out with Hermione, he would stay here and then after he had a talk with her, he would leave and never see her again... he hoped, once again.

Problems, thought Draco, were the only thing that Hermione wanted for him since she was the root of most of his problems. Draco shook his head and referred back to whether he thought he loved Hermione... he felt something for her but he was sure that it was not love. Draco Malfoy only loved Astoria and his child. He didn't need a mudblood in his life.

The nurse turned around when he nearly said ‘mudblood’ and she walked back into the room. Draco sat down on the chair and leaned his head back, his hair was sticking to his face and he wiped it. He would wait until Hermione woke up, talk to her, explain himself, and then leave. Simple as that, Draco yawned.

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‘Mr Malfoy!’ the nurse was yelling as the door of Hermione’s room opened, scaring Hermione as she lay with her eyes closed, and then slammed shut. Draco Malfoy had just entered and shot over to Hermione’s side where she glowered when he tried to take her hand. Draco frowned at her as she tried to sit up, possibly to get away from Draco, but pain shot through her and she remembered that she wasn’t allowed to move.

She wasn’t exactly sleeping but she had her eyes closed and was hurting by thinking of Fred. The mere thought of his face in her mind made her heart ache that terrible dull ache. She still loved him and she was sure of that. She was also sure that she would never love anyone else but Fred... but she was glad to be away from him, even though it pained her to say that. She hated the fact that he hadn’t been able to see through Draco’s intentions and how he hadn’t even seen that Draco was having an... affair with Hermione, that was the best word she could find. Now Draco was at the side of her bed, trying to catch her hand and she felt that same burning anger boil inside her. The same one she felt when she left Fred.

‘I don’t want you here, Malfoy! Get out!’ Hermione yelled and tremor ran through her. She felt really cold all of a sudden as though the temperature had dropped rapidly but then the eat came back to her so swiftly that Hermione wouldn’t be surprised if she was sweating. As unnatural as this sounded, Hermione had been reassured that this was normal.

‘Granger, I need to explain...’ Draco trailed off as the door opened and a nurse rushed into the room. She took no notice of Hermione but was glaring murder towards Draco who was glancing at Hermione, ‘please let me explain and then I’ll leave.’

‘You are not allowed to be in here, Mr Malfoy. I will get security if need be-’ the nurse was quite small but her rage filled the room. Draco rolled his eyes at her rudely and then turned back to a furious Hermione.

‘I bought you here. I could have left you in that bar and-’

‘I’ll take it from here,’ Hermione said to the nurse, without glancing at Draco.

The nurse eyes them both once and her eyebrow’s perked up at the word ‘bar’. Hermione crossed her arms and looked down at the bed sheets as the nurse left the room and Draco drew up a chair next to Hermione’s bed. She glanced up at him and was shocked when she was met with soft grey eyes staring at her. They looked different from when he was talking to the nurse... softer and a little more grand. Draco had went home and had a shower. He had changed into trousers, a dark green shirt that was buttoned up but his chest was visible from the top. His hand smoothed over the sheets and her attention was drawn to the magnificent ring on his finger. The ring was silver one, almost like the snake one Draco used to wear, but instead of a slithering snake there was two letters. A.G. Astoria Greengrass of course. Hermione sighed and looked away to the window.

‘You’ve ruined my life,’ she stated boldly and Draco said nothing. The silence hung in the air and their breaths were clearly deafening them both. Hermione felt tears prick at her eyes as she thought of Fred.

‘Is your baby... I mean, is it...’ Draco shrugged, sighed and gave up. Hermione turned to him and they stared at each other for a whole minute. Draco looked to his ring after that moment and Hermione was glad as a tear streaked down her face.

‘The Healers... they said that I’m very lucky that I still have my child in my womb,’ Hermione scoffed at the word lucky. It was quite ironic that she would be called lucky after everything that had just happened to her. She had lost the love of her life, money was tight and she had no where to live, ‘I was very close to having a miscarriage last night. They also said that I need to take it easy and if I take stress... I could lose the baby. I’ve been stressed out since I made this baby with Fred... I don’t... I can’t...’

‘I shouldn’t have...’ Draco sighed and got up but Hermione turned her head to the window. Draco let out a shaky breath and his hands crawled up her neck. Hermione shivered but she didn't move, flinch or protest. Draco held her chin and turned her to face him, ‘I needed the money.’

‘We needed the money too, Malfoy! Everything was going fine until you came into our lives! I loved him and I still do! I want this baby to have a father but that doesn’t seem likely! Why did you need the money, huh? I thought you could afford to have a bath with money rather than water!’ Hermione burst out and Draco shook his head.

‘I can’t afford that. I bought my own house and I needed money to pay it off and Weasley was just an opportunity but then this happened,’ he waved one hand over Hermione and she sniffed, ‘I didn’t mean for you to break up with him. I didn’t mean for you to come to the hospital! I didn’t mean it, Granger, and I need you to believe me!’

‘I hate you, Malfoy, and I will never forgive you for tearing me apart from Fred,’ stated Hermione and she boldly pushed Draco away from her. His hand fell beside her and he stayed like that for a second as though thinking things over but then his hand grabbed her face and Hermione winced at the pain.

‘You little mudblood,’ muttered Draco angrily, ‘I basically apologise to you but you’re way too proud to see that! I’m not giving you the apartment or business back. I hope you never get back together with him. I hope he dies alone but you? I hope you live all your life alone. That’s a better punishment that death, I suppose, since he means so... much to you.’

Draco swore in between that sentence and his grip on her face tightened until a red mark was visible under his fingers. Hermione felt tears sprout and she felt her stomach getting heavier as though she was about to hurl. Draco let go off her suddenly and Hermione’s hand went to her cheek, massaging it and feeling a lump at the back of her throat which meant tears were on their way.

‘I have to know...’ Draco muttered to her and Hermione didn't expect the next thing that happened.

Draco sighed, shut his eyes for a second, and then he grabbed the back of Hermione’s head and stared into her eyes. Hermione stared back at him, showing him that she wasn’t afraid. After everything he had done to her, she wasn’t afraid of him since she knew nothing he could do would be worse than losing Fred. Draco’s hand stroked Hermione’s curls as they fell over her should and down to her chest in considerable and gorgeous curls. Draco’s eyes fell to her lips and then he crashed his lips to hers.

Hermione had always felt something when Draco kissed her, some sort of elation and delight. His kisses were rougher and... more skilled than Fred’s although Fred was a skilled kisser... Draco was just different. Draco was about to pull back but Hermione grabbed his hair and pulled him closer. She poured the hate, disgust and revulsion she felt for him into that one kiss. She knew, she just knew that this kiss would be her last one from Draco. She felt him slow down against her mouth and then finally he pulled back after one small, soft and lingering kiss. They stared at each other, hatred was evident.

‘I was right,’ Draco muttered, his soft and apple smelling breath blew into her face like a summers breeze. Hermione raised her eyebrows and Draco sneered at her and muttered, ‘I don’t love you. In fact, I feel the opposite. I hate your guts, Granger, and I hope you hate mine.’

Draco turned around and Hermione could only see the back of his dark green shirt until he went out of the room and slammed the door behind her. Draco Malfoy left her life and she thought, quite shockingly after that kiss, good riddance.