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Authors note- I love sad, angsty fics. This one is no exception. The plot bunnies were multiplying as I finished this. I intended for it to be a one shot, and it is good by itself.

But, there is a second chapter.

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Rated M or R for sex between consenting adults, and strong language. Please don't read if you don't approve.

You're Gone

DM/HG Rated M

AU, since Deathly Hallows. But I guess everything I've written is AU now. (: Oh well.

Hermione had wrapped her ankles around Draco's ass as she tried to force every inch of his cock into herself. She lifted her hips, meeting his with every thrust.

Draco, on the other hand was trying to slow down. He wanted this to last. He had to make her cum first. If he came before she did, he'd never hear the end of it. She was doing a great job of trying to make him lose control, too. She ran her fingers against his back in the way that always made him shiver, and he knew that unless he pulled some new trick, she would win.

He quickly pulled out of her wetness, and in one fluid movement he flipped her over so that she was on all fours. He grabbed her hips in both hands and slid into her. Using his hands as leverage, he began to pound away at her from behind. She started to moan in the way that he loved, but he knew that now it wouldn't be so easy for her. Her hips began to push back into his, meeting his thrusts. Draco reached one hand down to finger her swollen nub and got his desired response. She moaned loudly and called out his name. He grinned as he gently pinched her center in between his thumb and first finger. Another moan and he knew that she was close.

His thumb was now drenched with her juices, and he got a great idea. He slowly inserted it into her waiting puckered hole. That was the last straw in their private battle, and he won.

Hermione began to shudder, her orgasm violently overtaking her. She screamed his name as her insides spasmed around his cock. He grabbed her hips and thrust deeply now. They both loved it when he fucked her hard as she came. It was only a few strokes later when he met his release. He too called out her name. He collapsed on her back for just a moment, trying to gather his senses. Both of them were covered in that fine sheen of sweat that can only be produced after great sex.

They both willed their breathing to return to normal, and he slowly pulled himself out of her. Both of them whimpered at the loss of the most intimate of contacts.

He fell backwards onto the floor, and she immediately curled up next to him.

"I guess you win again. But don't get too cocky now. You're only up on me by two." Hermione said, her breathing not quite back to normal yet.

"Hey, I'm just trying to prove a point. I can push every single one of your buttons." Draco chuckled at the woman he loved. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer.

In response, she threw a leg over his, and draped one arm across his chest. Her fingers began to trace lazy circles in the patch of fine blond chest hair that lay in between two of the nicest pectoral muscles known to man.

Hermione laughed in defeat. "Yeah, but you cheated! You know that position does it to me every time."

They were both silent, enjoying the other's company. Draco 'accio'ed a blanket and covered both of them.

"I love you Hermione."

"I love you too, Draco." She pulled herself onto one elbow and looked at him.

"I've been thinking about something." He told her.

"What's that?" She asked.

"What are we going to do after graduation? It's only six months away." He asked her.

Hermione thought for a minute. "Well, I guess we'll get jobs after our NEWT's come back. Other than that, I don't know what I'm going to do. I guess I'll have to find somewhere to live. I don't really want to live with my parents after graduation."

Draco laughed at her, his fingers slowly running up and down her exposed arm. "That's not what I was talking about, love. I was talking about us. What are WE going to do?"

Hermione didn't say anything. She thought for a minute, and then responded. "I guess that's all the more reason for me to get my own place right? Can't be shagging at my parent's house. I do hope I can find a good job with good pay." Draco knew she was starting on one of her tangents, and decided to stop it before it began. He reached for her face and pulled it to his, capturing her lips with his. It quickly became more heated, and he had to force himself to stop.

"Actually, I had a better idea. What if we get a place together, the two of us?" He asked her.

Hermione's eyes grew wide. "Move in together?" She asked.

"Well yeah. Why not? It's pretty much what we're doing right now. We share the bathroom, we share the common room. And one of us is always in the other ones bedroom. It would be the same, except for no house elves." Draco said.

Hermione thought about it for a few seconds, and couldn't find any fault with his logic. "You do have a point. But that also means that our relationship will have to go public. I don't think we'll be able to hide it for much longer anyway. My mum is going to have a fit when she finds out I'm living with a guy." Hermione told him, a smile forming on her face.

"I don't think your mom would be upset if you were married to the guy." Draco finished, waiting for her to catch it.

"No probably not. But…" Hermione stopped, finally hearing what he had said. "D…Draco… are you… you…"

"Saying I want to get married? Yes. I would like to get married. But only if you do." He said, smiling at her.

Tears started to flow down her cheeks. "You want to marry me?" She asked, having trouble finding her breath yet again.

"Confound it woman, yes. Can't you just answer my question? Hermione, will you marry me and be my wife?" Draco thought his heart was going to beat right through his chest; he was so anxious for her answer.

"Yes. Yes Draco." She responded, and both of them smiled.

Their lips met and this kiss was different than any other kiss they had shared. This was an unspoken promise; a bond between the two of them. His body repositioned itself on top of her and he slowly entered her, locking eyes with her as he did. They were both crying now, both of them feeling the joy of the future that they would have together.

A voice broke their special moment, making both of them freeze instantly.

"Well, it looks like maybe the little bitch has more than just a brain."

Hermione's eyes grew wide, and Draco carefully removed himself from her embrace. Draco grabbed the discarded blanket and quickly covered his lover. Unashamed, he rose to his full height and stood naked in front of his father.

"Take that back Lucius. This woman is going to be your daughter-in-law." Draco told him

"You'll marry her over my dead body." Lucius replied. "You will stop your dealings with this Mudblood whore at once."

"You take that back. She's the farthest thing from a whore. And if you'd like to see that it happens over your dead body that can be arranged." Draco said.

Lucius paced around the room, looking at his surroundings. "I came here to give you some news in person, rather than by owl, and this is how you repay me, by disgracing me and our family's name and honor by sleeping with common trash?"

Draco's clenched his fists using every ounce of willpower that he had to not lunge at his father. "And what news would that be? Did you just buy another stupid painting? Did you buy another house elf? Are you in love with Voldemort?" Draco spat.

Lucius turned, and gave his son a smile that sent shivers through him. "No boy. It is your mother. She had a … accident this morning. She… fell down the stairs. Her injuries are quite serious. She's been calling for you for some time. Your bumbling Headmaster agreed that you could leave as long as you were back before classes start on Monday."

Draco's face suddenly paled. "Mother? You bastard. What did you do to her?"

Lucius smiled and replied, "I told you boy. She had an accident. I am returning to her side and I suggest you do the same. And please make sure your dress is more appropriate." He glanced up and down and Hermione's nearly naked form, and then turned around. "I will be apparating back to the Manor as soon as I leave the grounds. I'm so sorry for interrupting your time together." The last sentence dripped with sarcasm that neither one missed.

His father left the room, and Draco turned to face her.

"You're going to go, aren't you?" Hermione asked; it was half a question, half a statement.

Draco ran a hand through his blonde tresses. "Yeah, I should. I love my mom dearly. If she's really calling for me, I need to go to her."

"What about your father? I mean, he's upset. I know he'll end up confronting you. Maybe I should go with you." Hermione told him.

"No, it's alright sweetheart. I'll go by myself and I'll be extra careful around him. The worst he can do is disown me. I'll be back safe and sound Sunday night, alright?" He cupped her face in his hands, and looked deep into her eyes. She covered his hand with hers, and nodded.

Both of them dressed and made their way to the portrait. He held her hand as they walked the few feet.

"Draco, please be careful. I've got a really bad feeling about this." Hermione told him, the worry plain in her eyes.

"I love you Hermione. I'll be back soon." He said, kissing her lips gently. He hesitantly pulled his hand from her grasp and walked out of the portrait.


Hermione was sitting in their common room a short while later, reading one of her favorite novels when she heard the portrait slide open. She rose, thinking that it was Draco, and calling out to him. She froze when Lucius Malfoy strode into the room. He looked the same as he had earlier that day. His black robes were billowing around him, giving him that regal look that it always did. Hermione reached for her wand and faced him. "What the hell do you want Lucius?"

Lucius grinned, and Hermione's blood ran cold. "I simply came to pay my son's tramp a visit." He waited for an invitation, and when it didn't come he sat down on one of the sofas. He stretched both arms out against its length, and slid back, looking very relaxed.

"Haven't you got anyone better to bother Lucius?" Hermione spat, her wand still trained on him.

"I've got all kinds of 'better' people that I could be bothering. It's just unfortunate that he chose you to fuck. Now I have to deal with you and your filth."

"Get out." She told him. "Does Professor Dumbledore even know that you are here?"

"I don't care if he knows or not. I wanted to tell you of my decision so that there is no misunderstanding. Due to Draco's 'poor judgment' I have decided that he needs to be in an institute of higher learning." Lucius smiled at her.

"You mean somewhere away from me." Hermione finished his thought.

"You do know it all, don't you Miss Granger" He laughed, and stood to face her. "My son is being transferred to Durmstrangs today. I will not let you sink your claws in. He has a place and you will not interfere with that."

"Who are you to say who Draco falls in love with? It doesn't matter what you do. Draco and I love each other and we will be together. There isn't anything you can do to change that." Hermione stood facing him. She would not let him intimidate her. She turned her back on him, and Lucius quickly grabbed her arm, spinning her to face him. However, he suddenly pulled his hand away from her, as if he had burned it. He looked deep into her eyes. He grabbed her arm again, and then pushed her away.

"How long have you and my son been sleeping together?" Lucius asked.

"We've been seeing each other for nearly two years. Not that it's any of your business." Hermione replied.

"No, it isn't any of my business. I was just wondering how much Draco has told you about himself." Lucius told her. His voice and tone were sticky sweet. Hermione knew that the elder Malfoy was up to something.

"He's told me enough. He told me how much he hates his father. He's told me what a manipulative control freak you are."

"Control freak?" Lucius laughed. His expression changed. "My dear, has he ever told you of his abilities?"

It was Hermione's turn to smirk. "I know of most of his abilities first hand."

Lucius was not amused, and it showed. "I am a seer. Narcissa is half seer. Draco has inherited most of our genetic abilities, and this one was not an exception. He's nowhere near as gifted as I am, though."

Hermione took one look at the man before her, and shrugged her shoulders. "Explain to me why I give a shit that you are a seer?"

Lucius grinned in that way that scared her. "When I touched your arm just now my dear, I discovered something. And when I touched you the second time, I was able to read your mind and see that it is something that even you aren't aware of."

"Would you just cut the crap and stop talking in riddles? So you saw something. Try looking in a mirror." Hermione's voice rose. She was quickly becoming more agitated with the man and wished that he would get to the point of his visit.

"You are carrying my son's bastard child. And you don't even realize it yet." The old man touched her cheek in the same way Draco had done only a few hours ago.

Hermione was speechless. "I'm what? But, I can't be." And then Hermione thought back to her magical sex education class. Professor McGonagall's words ran through her head. 'Remember, the only sure way to prevent an unwanted pregnancy is to abstain from sexual relations.' They were both very careful to perform the charm that would prevent a surprise in nine months. But Hermione knew that just like Muggle contraceptives, nothing was fool proof.

"You're only a few months along right now. But neither one of you knows yet." Lucius paused, and then added "Surprise!"

Hermione was still dumbstruck. Pregnant? But she had gotten her 'monthly visits' with regularity for years. She then remembered reading a muggle biology book which in plain and basic English told her that you could still get your period, and be pregnant. She thought to herself that she had been a little more tired than usual. But she chalked that up to studying for NEWTs, and of course she and Draco did have an active sex life. And her breasts had been slightly tender recently, but she dismissed that as Draco being overzealous again. And there was the queasy stomach that she had been getting first thing in the morning. It had always passed, so she thought nothing of it, until now.

With a sinking horror, she realized that Lucius was right. She was pregnant. They were pregnant. She remembered that Lucius was in the room and turned to him. "You could tell all of that just by touching me? Can you tell how much I hate you too?"

"Your threats are empty child. Now I am warning you. Leave my son alone. Do not try to contact him in any way. Ever. If I find out that you have, I will kill your child without hesitation. Do we have an understanding?" Lucius asked her.

"We're both seventeen, we're both legal wizarding adults. What are you going to do when he graduates, Lucius? You can't stop him then."

Hermione told him.

"We'll see about that, Mudblood." Lucius turned and left their quarters, without another moments glance.

Sunday morning came, and Hermione was feeling better, despite missing Draco. She wondered if his father had told him. Probably not, she thought. But she knew that Draco would come and find her after graduation, and they would never be apart. It sounded so fairy tale like.

She headed to breakfast, feeling better than she had in days. She was a mother, and she had a life to care for. She knew that she needed to take better care of herself. Someone else depended on her.

All of her friends were already sitting at the Gryffindor table, and Hermione joined them. She had eaten two pieces of toast before the newspaper arrived. She was spreading marmalade on a third slice as she began to spread the paper out in front of her. She let out a gasp, and felt her stomach drop.

"Hermione, what's the matter?" Ginny asked. She looked at the article in the Daily Prophet that had Hermione's attention. In large black letters, the front page read 'Son takes life after mother's accident'. The picture showed a teary eyed Lucius Malfoy, giving a statement to the Prophet. Ginny read out loud as Hermione quickly scanned the article.

"Lucius Malfoy's son, Draco, was found dead last evening after the death of his mother. It is believed that the young boy killed himself in grief after losing his mother." Ginny would have read more, but she found herself quickly grabbing Hermione's limp body before she hit the ground.

Hermione awoke in the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall were there. When she realized where she was, her brain replayed what had happened. Fresh tears came to her eyes, as the two women informed her that she had passed out. Hermione started to sob and nothing that the teachers told her would stop her tears. When she finally stopped crying, she asked the two teachers to sit down. She grabbed her wand and cast a silencing charm around the three of them. She knew that they had probably already discovered her pregnancy, which they had. She had sworn the women to secrecy, and then told them of the father of her child. Both of the women understood her distress at the news that her betrothed had killed himself in grief. She told Professor McGonagall that she needed to keep the baby, but she wanted to keep it a secret, from everyone but the three of them, and Professor Dumbledore. She reluctantly agreed.

As the months progressed, so did her belly. Luckily her cloaks covered her abdomen, but she knew that she looked rather odd with her cloak done all the way up in June. She went to the library and learned a very complex appearance charm that would make waist look like it always had. She did not want any of her friends to know. She knew that none of them would understand that she had been sleeping with their enemy for two years and was now pregnant with his child, and she had done it without any coercion. She didn't want to have to tell Ron and Harry. She knew they would be anything other than supportive.

She graduated Hogwarts, as the class Valedictorian. She passed every NEWT with the highest possible score. The ministry offered her a job in the muggle relations department, and she took it. The pay was good and hours were flexible. Being a single parent, she knew she would need that. She had managed to find a small two bedroom apartment near the ministry and had managed to get moved in and unpacked with two weeks to spare.

Two weeks before she became a mother.

And it was exactly two weeks later, on her due date that her water broke. Hermione quickly floo-ed McGonagall, who apparated to her apartment along with Madame Pomfrey. After several difficult hours, Hermione gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. He had Hermione's chestnut hair and tiny nose, but he had his fathers grey eyes. She named him Drake Alexander, after his father.

She had arranged for a leave of absence from work, and thanks to the cloaking charm, no one had been the wiser. A few weeks later, she went to the Weasley's house. She knew that Ginny would be leaving soon for her last year at Hogwarts and wanted to say goodbye. She also wanted all of her friends to meet Drake. She lied to her friends once again, telling them that the baby had belonged to her cousin. She told them that her cousin and her husband had just died in a car crash, and she had asked Hermione to raise him on her deathbed. Her imaginary cousin knew that the baby would have some magic abilities because her husband was a wizard. After the initial shock, everyone welcomed the baby and took turns holding him. Hermione welcomed the break and was thankful for once that everyone apparently bought her story.

It was only a few days later when Hermione got a letter from Hogwarts.

Professor Dumbledore was retiring. Professor McGonagall was to become the Head Mistress, and there would be an opening in Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall had specifically asked that Hermione get the first chance. Hermione gladly accepted.

Moving to the castle had been a great decision for her and Drake. Not only did she get her own quarters, she also received them for free; a benefit to being a teacher. She also recieved several built in babysitters. The house elves were more than happy to help 'Miss Hermione' take care of the baby, and she always had plenty of volunteers to watch her son while she taught her class. Professor McGonagall visited often too, offering a hand and sometimes she would take Drake for walk around the grounds so Hermione could have some time to herself.

Hermione was also able to see Ginny more. The two had grown to be very close friends, up until the point when Hermione realized she was in love with Draco. The two girls had quickly made up for lost time and spent a lot of their off time together.

It was around Christmas when Hermione got another owl. From Ron. It was an invitation to his wedding. Hermione gladly accepted, genuinely happy for Ron and Lavender. The two made a nice couple, but she was pretty sure that an unexpected pregnancy had something to do with it.

Professor Snape had actually agreed to watch Drake so she could attend the wedding. The potions master held a soft spot in his heart for the young boy, and Hermione had a feeling that Snape knew who his father was without being told.

Hermione, Ginny, and Professor McGonagall all floo-ed to the wedding together. There was no long and drawn out ceremony, but only a quick 'I do' in front of wizard pastor.

The party afterwards was held at The Three Broomsticks. Hermione and Harry both groaned when they saw a banner that was spread out against one wall. It read 'Karaoke Tonight'.

"Karaoke? Is that some kind of band?" Ron asked Harry and Hermione.

The both laughed at their friend.

"No, it's this really annoying form of singing that is all too popular with Muggles." Harry put his arm around his friend and let him towards the stage, explaining the finer points.

Ginny and Hermione got themselves butterbeers and found themselves a seat. They listened and laughed as Ron and Harry sang some very bad renditions of some very bad songs, muggle and wizard both. Hermione almost had a stroke when she heard Ron destroy Ricky Martin's 'She Bangs', complete with the pelvic thrusts.

Ginny sat and quietly watched her friend. She was glad that she was finally out enjoying herself. She knew how tired Hermione was taking care of her cousins' young baby by herself. But a part of Ginny wondered if that story was true. Unlike a lot of people at Hogwarts, Ginny had a habit of watching people. She had been watching Hermione for the past few years. Ginny had never flat out asked Hermione what kind of relationship she had with Draco, but she thought she knew. She saw the way that both of them acted when they were near each other. She noticed that sometimes Hermione would come to breakfast with a turtleneck sweater on even when the weather was warm. There were a few times when she could have sworn she saw the two of them holding hands, and she knew that there had been more than one time where she had interrupted something between her and Draco. Ginny also suspected that Drake was really Hermione and Draco's child. The child looked amazingly like both of them.

She knew that Draco had disappeared in her sixth year. It was almost as if he dropped off the face of the earth, it had happened so quickly. No one ever mentioned his name.

Although it hurt Ginny to think that her good friend was most likely lying to her, she understood why she had done it.

Ron and Harry came over to their table, sloshing their butterbeers around. Both of them were responding to the more pleasant qualities of the beverage. Ron threw an arm around Hermione.

"Hermione, you should get up there and try! It's great!" Ron told her.

Harry nodded in agreement. "We know you're a great singer too. C'mon Hermione."

Ginny smiled and nodded too. Hermione laughed, and reluctantly agreed. "Ok, but only if they have the songs I want to sing."

They did have the one song that Hermione was looking for. Wizard Karaoke was better than the muggle version because they really did have every song. And if by some chance they didn't have it, the DJ would wave his wand and it would appear.

Hermione took her wand and pointed it at her throat. 'Sonorus'. She waited for the familiar chords to start playing.

I said hello I think I'm broken
And though I was only jokin'
It took me by surprise
when you agreed
I was tryin' to be clever
For the life of me I never
Would have guessed how far
the simple truth would lead
You knew all my lines
You knew all my tricks
You knew how to heal that pain
No medicine can fix

And I bless the day I met you
And I thank God that He let you
Lay beside me for a moment
that lives on
And the good news is I'm better
For the time we spent together
And the bad news is you're gone

Lookin' back it's still surprisin'
I was sinking you were rising
With a look you caught me
in mid-air
Now I know God has His reasons
But sometimes it's hard
to see them
When I awake and find
that you're not there
You found hope in hopeless
Your made crazy sane
You became the missing link
That helped me break my chains

And I bless the day I met you
And I thank God that He let you
Lay beside me for a moment
that lives on
And the good news is I'm better
For the time we spent together
And the bad news is you're gone
And the bad news is you're gone

Hermione's face was wet with tears, but her voice didn't waver through the entire song. There was silence as she finished the song. She studied her shoes as everyone applauded and whistled for her. Conversations began, and Hermione's heartache was momentarily forgotten.

Ginny got up to congratulate her friend. She gave her a huge hug as she walked off the stage. Hermione was trying to compose herself, and Ginny gave her a few seconds to do so. Ginny turned and looked around at the occupants of the tavern. Ginny's heart skipped a beat when she thought she recognized a solitary man sitting in the corner.

He was about the right height and stature. But the hair color was all wrong. He had an empty mug of butterbeer in front of him, and the song had obviously struck a soft spot for him too. He too was trying to compose himself. He quickly stood, grabbed his cane, and slowly limped out of the tavern, blending into the shadows.

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