Not with you. You don't mean the same to me," he murmured. Hermione smiled softly up at him and reached up to kiss his lips. "You can continue." He nodded hesitantly, pushing in a little more. Hermione concealed her pain, closing her eyes, and nodded for him to go on. He got in a little deeper and started pushing in and out. She felt pain at first, but then, as he continued the steady rhythm, she started feeling pleasure. She moaned softly and Draco moved faster than before. Their moans filled the room as they got to a close, and the sweet relief came soon afterwards. Both of them stilled as Draco pulled out of her slowly and fell on the bed next to her. Hermione waved her hand and the sheets were cleared. There were some sounds of silence until Hermione spoke up. "How was I?" The look of disbelief he shot her was pretty self-explanatory. "You didn't just ask me that." "Was I that bad?" "For your first time, love, you were amazing," he murmured, only making Hermione blush in return. However, he did catch sight of the smile on her lips
Hermione, seemingly realizing what he wanted, gulped slightly, still feeling nervous before clicking her fingers. Her undergarments disappeared, and they were now both completely naked in front of each other. Once again, they just looked at each other, before Draco leaned in and placed his lips on her as he aligned his member with her core. He pulled back and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Are you still sure you want to-" "Draco," she said firmly, "I am sure, and I know you'll try not to hurt me. You can proceed." Draco nodded at her and kissed her once again, pushing in a little. She let out a muffled cry and he stopped moving, waiting for her approval to go on. She pulled away from the kiss and nodded for him to continue. He pushed in a little more and she whimpered. A frown itched into Draco's face and he watched with worry. "You know, love, if I hurt you this much every time then I am not going to do anything like this to you ever again."
"You are not one to talk." "I don't interrogate Draco's friends to tell me what he said when I wasn't in front of him," she pointed out. Blaise opened and closed his mouth when he didn't find something to retort with. "True." Hermione chuckled and he smiled at her. "So, I wanted to ask..." she began "What do you think of children?" Blaise chuckled and then turned serious again. "I like children, and I would love to have two or three kids of my own. When it comes to other people's children, I like them to be disciplined. And I will do the same with my children. When we go out in public, I would like all of my family to look flawless." "This is quite stressful," Hermione commented as she took a sip from her chocolate. "Yes. But I believe that image is something you have to maintain." "This is such a Slytherin thing to say," Hermione retorted, a smile dancing on her lips. "Your children maybe won't be Slytherin, their mother is going to be Luna after all." "I would like it if my children would be in Slytherin. But I would love them either way, because they will be something I've crafted. They will be a part of me. And I would be proud of them no matter what," he admitted, a small smile on his lips. "And that's how spoiled brats come out to be," she mumbled, only making the Italian scoff in return. "You must be the expert of ruining perfect moments," he commented, a sour expression on his face. "Well, what can I say? It's a gift." Hermione shrugged and Blaise scoffed. "Whatever you say." Hermione finished her chocolate and looked at the clock above the fireplace.
When the two finished eating, they turned to each other, smiles on their faces. "I feel like I haven't seen you in years." Draco said and Hermione nodded. "What did you do while I was away?" she asked and he shrugged. "I was too bored to go to Pansy, so I took this book of yours you were reading and read from where I was," he admitted and she chuckled. "Hermione, I think we have to talk." "About what?" "Our future," he said, a serious expression on his face. "Children especially." "Well, I plan on having a nice important job in the Ministry," Hermione began. "Maybe go for minister one day. As for kids, I must say I love them, and I would like three of them." Draco's eyes widened. "Really?" he asked and she nodded. "But it is so painful." "I believe it is worth it." she smiled slightly. "What about you?" she asked. "I would love to be an Auror," he informed her. "I know, it is very ironic." She shook her head. "No. I find it courageous," she murmured. A tiny smile appeared on his lips. He kissed her forehead and looked at her, taking in her warm eyes and the smile on her lips. "I hope our daughters will look just like you," he muttered. "You are beautiful, and if our daughters come out like you, then it will be a great accomplishment." She chuckled at his choice of vocabulary. "Well, I hope our sons will look just like you. You are the most handsome man I've ever seen." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Really? So I'm better than Weasley?" "Much better," she informed him, "I no longer think so highly of Ron. I have to confess, though, Blaise is one man I would love to get to know better. To think, I would have no problem if he was to be the godfather of our first child." His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at her. "Really? I thought that you'd like it better if Weasley or Potter were the godfathers, or even Ginny. What changed?" Hermione shrugged. "I don't really know. I feel like there is more depth in him that I could ever imagine, and I find that he understands me, most of the times. I must say, that if one now told me to whom I would like to talk the most out of all our friends, I would pick Blaise. He is a really nice man, and he reminds me of you in many ways," Hermione finished and he nodded slowly at her, thinking of it through. "Well, I guess you are right," he continued nodding to himself and she smiled. "Hermione?" he asked and she hummed in response. He turned to look at her, a soft smile on his face. "I love you. I can't even understand how that has grown to be, but I wouldn't change my feelings for the world. I love you with everything I have, and I swear, I will never leave you intentionally. I didn't need to fight to get you, but I will fight so that I can continue to be able to call you mine. And I find myself extremely grateful every single morning that I find you sleeping next to me, or awake, looking at me with these huge, beautiful brown eyes of yours that I could recognize anywhere." The woman failed to hide at his words. "I am not one to be so emotional, you know that, yet here I am, telling you all these things I ever thought I would say. You restore my pride and honour everyday, second by second, just by staying with me when you could leave me easily. I trust you with my life-" "When did you get so poetic?" she cut him off with a small laugh. Draco scowled. "Will you just let me finish my confession?" The woman simply laughed before nodding. "You can rip my heart to pieces, and then put it back together with just one smile-" "Did you take lessons from Blaise or something-" "Hermione!" "Alright!" she laughed, and she nodded. "I will not interrupt you again." "At last!" he exclaimed before getting serious again. "Sometimes, I think that I'm not enough, that I will never be enough for you, and I try to be a better man, so that you won't feel uneasy walking next to me in the streets. Some days I think that love is a disease-" she blinked in confusion up at him. Where had that come from? "And then there are days that I think that love is the reason I am still alive, that I am alive because you love me. I'm everything I am because you are here. And I will never let you go." For some time, the woman was silent as she simply looked at him. She was silent for so long, that Draco actually started getting nervous. Being emotional and so open about his feelings like that was not something he would do, but it had been advice from an old friend of his in Slytherin. Theodore Nott had claimed that Padma had been more friendly to him after he had started speaking in a poetic way about their relationship even if they didn't really love each other, and so, he had thought that that could perhaps be the case with Hermione as well. However, if he were to judge from the fact that she had yet to reply, it seemed like it would be harder for him to make her swoon. Slowly, the woman shook her head before sending a smile up at him. "That was sweet, Draco, it really was, but I can't quite understand where it came from?" He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I asked Theo for some kind of advice," he admitted. At her frown, he rushed to explain himself further. "It was some time ago, we are fine now!" "I see," she nodded. "Well, next time, do your thing. It will be better this way." The man nodded in response, and Hermione sent him another smile. Without another word, she pecked his lips and then walked to the door. "I am going to the common room." she called out. "Are
With a chuckle. She gave me a small smile and nodded. "Oh, before I forget. Speaking of my mother, she gave me this yesterday to give to you. She picked it up from the vault over the weekend." I said as I pulled out a black leather box from my pocket. I opened it and gave it to her, her eyes went wide as she stared at the ring in the box, her left hand coming up to cover her mouth. "Malfoy, this is huge." She said in shock. I had to resist the urge to make a comment along the lines of 'it's not the only huge thing I possess'. "It's a Malfoy family ring, one of a couple actually. My father proposed to my mother with it, but she said that it wasn't her style so she went with the marquise diamond ring. She said she thought you might like this style." I said looking down at it. She was still staring at it with wide eyes. I chuckled and then shook my head. "Are you going to put it on, or shall I?" I said with my signature smirk. She looked up at me and then swallowed before looking back down at it. I just shook my head and took the box from her hands. I pulled out the emerald cut diamond engagement ring and then closed the box. She offered me her left hand and I slipped the ring on her ring finger
"It is called wandless magic, Ginny," the blonde replied, waving his hand and getting ready for the day. He walked next to his fiancee, and they both smirked at their friends' dumbfounded faces. Blaise rolled his eyes and left the room. "Where are you going without me, Zabini?" Hermione asked, leaving Draco's side and heading to Blaise. Draco looked at her back in disbelief and then at Luna. "She ditched me," he said in disbelief. "Told you I am irresistible!" Blaise yelled from outside the room and they all burst out laughing. Draco offered his arm to Luna and she smiled in return. They hooked arms and left, following Blaise and Hermione to the Great Hall. They entered the room to find the both of them sitting around their table. "You ditched me," Draco repeated as he sat down
Scoff before taking another drink of his mead. My mother chuckled and lovingly gave his forearm a squeeze before turning to Granger and giving her a smile. "Hermione, I do hope that your stay at Malfoy Manor, however long it is, is a pleasant one. I'm certain you will do everything in your power to keep Hermione happy and comfortable, won't you son?" My father said giving me a glare. I nodded and gave Granger a small smile. "Yes, sir. I will." He nodded and sat up straight. "Very good, then we shouldn't have any problems. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some urgent work that requires my attention. My love." He said before placing a kiss on mother's head. "Son. Hermione." He said nodding at us before leaving the room and probably heading back to his study. My mother excused herself and then Granger turned to me. "Is he always like that?" I chuckled and nodded. "Azkaban changed him. Being away from my mother had a serious affect on him. And when he wasn't about to lose his mind, he spent a lot of time thinking over the last decade or two. All his decisions and choices. When he got home, he sat us
"You two will be the death of me." I said as we headed to the apparition point. She slapped my arm and then linked her arm with mine. We apparated to an alley near the restaurant and then walked to it. When we walked in, the host was almost drooling over Hermione. I had to stop myself from growling out loud. There was a small rumble in my chest, which Hermione felt because she squeezed my arm, digging her nails in for emphasis. "Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy for the Zabini reservation." She said with a confident smile. The host then nodded and showed us to the table. Once we were seated and he walked away, she raised an eyebrow and gave me a 'what was that?' look. I just shrugged and then looked at the menu. "He was salivating over you. Can you blame me?" She just laughed and rolled her eyes. "You're worse than I am." She said with a chuckle as she looked at the menu. I smirked. "Of course I am, Mia. I have the primal instincts of a wolf, and you're technically with me. So of course I'm going to get territorial." She laughed. "Well I don't have that excuse, I'm apparently just the jealous type." I gave her a look.
Your daughter. I nodded and then they left. I looked down at the letter and smiled slightly. I was so caught up in thought I didn't hear Cissa walk in the room. I glanced up and saw her smiling at me lovingly. She walked up and sat on my lap before looking down at the letter in my hands. "How long do you think it will take Draco to tell her?" I sighed with a chuckle. "I do not know. But I know that she and Draco will give us plenty of grandchildren." I said with a knowing smirk. She looked at me and tilted her head to the right. "How do you know, my love?" She said furrowing her brow ever so slightly. I gave her a smile. "I just do, my love." She smiled down at me and gave me a kiss before pulling back and looking at the letter again. "I can already sense it between them. She is already beginning to feel the pull. Though I doubt she knows exactly what is causing her feelings. That being said, she is extraordinarily smart. If Draco says nothing, she may figure it out on her own." I said with a chuckle. Cissa nodded and chuckled too. "She is the perfect edition to the Malfoy family."
"Mia, I'm serious." I said breaking the kiss enough to speak before letting out a loud moan when she ground her hips against mine. I pinned her to the bed and attacked her lips, plunging my tongue into her mouth and grinding my hips against hers, rocking back and forth. The moans and gasps coming from her were driving me crazy. She dragged her nails down my back and I couldn't help the growl that escaped my lips. I reached my hand underneath her night tank and grabbed her left breast, squeezing and rubbing it. She moaned into my mouth, and it made me growl again. I wasn't even inside her, hell we weren't even naked yet, and I could feel myself starting to sweat. Just as I was about to take off her shirt there was a pounding on the door. "While I would love grandchildren, you two are reeking up the house. Now, Hermione is going to be late and Draco you are needed to finish organizing Clan members' vote slips." I heard my father say from the other side of the door. I let out a groan that sounded slightly like a growl. I sighed and began kissing Mia's neck. "I can hear you, son." I growled and then leaned back. I looked at her and she laughed at the look on my face.
My office. I quickly wrote a letter to Draco and sent it. 'Dray, There were three trauma's brought in. Looked to be a Werewolf attack, possibly Lycan. One, he somehow recognized me as a Malfoy. He told me to tell the, well the something that started with a 'S' that it was a Mutt, whatever that is. I think you or Lucius should get down here. -Mia.' I looked out the window and got the feeling. Something was happening. There was something out there, and whatever it was. It was drawing nearer. A moment later I received a reply. 'Coming, Mia. -Dray' It was written fast, I could tell. I walked behind my desk and pulled out a water bottle. I took a drink and then tried not to think about that feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. I sat down and then looked at the files on my desk. The three young men who were now fighting for their lives. I knew it couldn't have been a Werewolf. It wasn't a full moon and it happened in broad daylight. A moment later my door opened and Draco walked in, Lucius behind him. I stood up and he hugged me, taking a deep breath. Then he looked down at my white robes and saw blood on the arm. "What happened, Hermione?" Lucius said as he walked up and looked at the blood stain on my robes. "Three traumas came into the pit today, they suspected a Werewolf attack given that that is what it looks like. I began looking over one of them. As I was checking his vitals and assessing his injuries he reached out and grabbed my arm. He said "You're a Malfoy. Tell the' well I'm not sure what he said 'that it was a Mutt'. Then when I tried to get him to calm down he said 'No, they're here. It's a' and then he began choking on his own blood. What the bloody hell is going on?" I asked as I held onto Draco's
"The moment the words came out of my mouth, it was final. Had you read the fine print while signing the contract, Mr. Greengrass, you would find that should the requirements of the contract not be upheld, Malfoy & Sons has the right to terminate without appeal. The decision to terminate your contract was a unanimous one. I'm afraid there will be no appeals, Mr. Greengrass." I said in an emotionless yet firm voice. He huffed in displeasure before I heard what sounded a bit like a screech come from Astoria. "This has to do with HER, doesn't it?! You can't do this to my father because of a..." I stood up and growled. "One more word about my wife, and it very well may be your last. Hermione Malfoy does not have a say in the decisions made by the board, my father, or myself regarding Malfoy & Sons. Not yet anyway. Now, either you both will handle this with dignity and class, or you will be escorted out of here by force and face possible harassment and/or discrimination charges." I said in a low, firm, and slightly threatening voice. Astoria was about to speak again when her father stopped her. "Not another word out of you. We understand, Mr. Malfoy. I apologize for my daughter's outburst." He said giving Astoria a look. She looked
On the couch, my hands behind my head. Eyes closed as I listened to her giggling and the kitten meowing. I had a feeling this would happen. After a few moments I felt her sitting on my lap. I opened one eye and saw her holding the kitten. "I think daddy was hoping to get mummy alone tonight. What do you think?" She said while she looked in the little kitten's eyes. I closed my eye and raised my right hand. "That is exactly what daddy was hoping." I said and then heard her laugh. I realized what I said and then groaned. "I figured it would catch on eventually. How about this, we find a place Einarr can stay and then I opened both eyes and then raised an eyebrow and pointed to the bathroom. "Mitzi set up a little spot for him in the bathroom." She nodded and then stood up, carrying the kitten and putting him in his little spot. I stood up and walked over to the bathroom door, looking at her. She smiled, walked up to me, placed her hand on my chest, and then pushed me until the back of my calves hit the bed. Then she snaked her hand up my neck and grabbed my hair, pulling me down for a kiss.
Nodded swiftly and held her hand as she led me out. The first thing I noticed was all the bodies. A handful of Clan member lay dead alongside a dozen or more Mutts. I could hear a snarling and guttural growling coming from behind a group of men. Stroud was bound and surrounded by a group of Clan members. I don't really remember anything after that, except shoving past the lads, some of them warning me that Draco was lethal right now, and reaching for Draco's arm. I gripped his wrist. "Draco, it's me. I'm fine. We're both fine. Please, Dray." I said in a soft voice. I had never seen him like this before. His eyes, though still ice blue with the lines that looked like cracked glass around the edges, held a darkness in them. His teeth turned to fang like points. His clothes bloody and torn. His fingers had claws where his nails usually are. One of the lads, Theo, grabbed his other arm, worried that Draco would hurt me. That angered Draco. And he let out a guttural growl. I shoved Theo back and stood in front of him. I could feel movement in my womb again, the baby did that every time I was scared. Like the baby was scared too. "Dray, please. You're scaring the baby. And me. Come back, love. Please." I said in a slightly scared and soft voice. I saw something change in his eyes. Instead of just seeing the threat, he was seeing me. His breathing slowly started to calm down and he started to sway slightly. Blaise and Xavier went to his sides to hold him up. His head was hung low as he regained his breath and his knees went weak slightly. I took a deep breath, taking a step closer to him. I put my hand under his chin and raised his head up. His eyes still had not changed back, but this time they didn't hold any of the darkness I had seen before. His teeth had changed back and his hands no longer had claws. He saw me and used all his strength to pull me to his chest, holding me in a tight tug. "I love you, Mia. Gods, I love you more than anything." He said in a hoarse and ragged voice. I held him and softly cried into his strong chest. Finally feeling that warmth and safety that I desperately missed. His hand ran down my hair and he kissed my head. "I love you Dray. I'm so sorry I left the Manor. I
He was fully prepared to have to win her to his side. He smirked as he swept out of the chamber. In a few short weeks, Lucius would have everything he'd been planning for since the war had ended and his wife and son had died. The Marriage Law Act wasn't just about keeping and consolidating power in the old pure-blood families. It was also about repopulating the wizarding world. Lucius wasn't the only last scion of a pure-blood family. There was many in his position. Men, like himself, who had followed the Dark Lord and lost their sons for their trouble. Lucius grimaced and shook himself free of his morbid thoughts. It wouldn't matter, as soon he'd have exactly what he wanted: the perfect witch, pregnant with his child. If he was lucky, he'd have an entire brood within a few years. Hermione Granger dropped her streaming mug of coffee in shock. It shattered on the tile floor at her feet, and the hot beverage splashed on her bare legs. She couldn't speak for the amount of shock flowing through her body. Her hand trembled as she held the letter sent to her by Ministry owl. There hadn't even been an article in the Daily Prophet. She'd been scouring that paper, knowing what was coming. And yet, here it was. Her orders from the Ministry.
I sighed as I signed another patient chart and then put it back on the rack before walking back to my office. I had been in the pit for over three hours. One does not simply mix two highly volatile potions without proper equipment. But these new Hogwarts students had. Which resulted in five students in the pit with worried families hovering over them every step of the way. Fortunately, no one had required an operation. I noticed, as I walked up to my office door, that it was open. If I know that I am going to be out for long periods of time, I make it a point to have it closed and locked. And I remembered closing and locking it. I asked one of the nurses, Ashley, if someone had gone in my office when I wasn't there and she said no. I cautiously walked in and noticed that there was a handwritten note laying on the desk. The ink appeared to be still slightly wet, so I waited for it to dry before I unfolded it gently. When I read it, I instantly felt sick to my stomach. 'Well, well, well. The mudblood runs with wolves now. If you don't stop looking into the attacks... I'll have to show you what a REAL wolf can do. See you soon, Healer Malfoy. Sooner than you think.' I gulped and then walked out of my coffee. I looked around to see if there was anyone who looked suspicious on the floor. When I didn't see anyone, I went back into my office and then Floo'd home. I knew that Dray was working from home today, he had mentioned something about 'avoiding the clutter of the office' last night. As soon as I got home, I headed straight for his study. Without even knocking, I opened the door and practically rushed in. Lucius and Draco seemed to be discussing something, but the moment I opened the door their eyes fell on me and held looks of concern. "Mia? What's wrong?" Dray asked as he stood up. I walked up to his desk and handed him the note. He read it and his eyes turned, now icy blue. He handed the note to Lucius and then Lucius let out a growl. "How am I supposed to remain calm?! They're threatening my wife!" Dray yelled at Lucius. I walked up to Dray and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him close. He held me and managed to use my scent to calm him down. "Son, until we find out why they are threatening her we can't do anything about it. And losing your temper will not help the situation. I will have Perseus look into the note and see what he can get off of it. Has anyone other than you touched this, Hermione?" I pulled back from Dray and shook my head no. "As soon as I found it, I brought it here." He nodded and then stood and left the room. I could feel it in my very soul. Something was going to happen. Both something good and something bad. Which one comes first, that is the real question.
It was a blur. I was so caught up in the scents, feelings, and her lovely sounds, I can't tell you exactly when we ended up in nothing but our underwear and under the blankets in bed. I do know, that we were kissing the entire time. Her lips were slightly puffed up from excessive kissing. I pulled off her knickers and threw them somewhere on the floor. But before I let her pull off my boxer briefs, I pulled back. "You realize what this means, Mia? If we do this, we are married forever. There's no way out of it." I said in a breathless, deep, quiet voice. She nodded and ran her hand through my hair. "I would't have gone this far if I wasn't sure. I want this. I want you, Dray. I know exactly what this means." Her hand ran down my neck to my chest, before she ran it back up and cupped my cheek in her small hand. I leaned down and kissed her again. I felt her pull down my boxer bries, with her toes however she managed that, and then kicked them somewhere under the sheets. I leaned my weight on my right forearm and then interlocked our hands, my left and her right. I settled my hips in between hers and pushed forward slightly. My tip pushing into her walls only a certain amount, before I pulled back and then pushed back in. This time all the way. She gasped into my mouth and I didn't move, letting her adjust to my size. I couldn't breathe. I was fighting the instinct to mark her, bond her, make her mine. I took a deep breath and kissed her again, moving my hips and finding a steady rhythm. Her hips rolled slightly and I growled into her mouth, causing her to moan. She wrapped her legs around mine and then flipped us over so she was on top. She rolled her hips again and threw her head back with a moan. I began moaning when her nails ran down my chest. She never once faltered as she rode me, and Gods did she look to die for. My hips began meeting hers when I just couldn't take it anymore. Our speed quickened and I felt her walls tightening around me as I began pounding into her. I could hear it and feel it, she was about to come. And it wouldn't be the last time. My hands squeezed her hips as I pounded into her perfect womanhood. She leaned forward, her hand on my chest and she tightened and her body began to shake. Her orgasm hit her full force. I slowed my thrusts only slightly, sitting up and wrapping my arms around her waist. She clung onto my shoulders as she rode out her orgasm. Once she was no longer shaking I flipped us over, so I was on top of her. I sped up my thrusts again and kissed her hard. Every few thrusts grinding into her, making her choke out a moan. I could feel it. I was almost growling with need. My eyes were changing, so I kept them closed. I couldn't help the almost roughness in my thrusts, which she was matching. I finally opened my eyes and ground my hips into her with even more force, causing her to arch off the bed and into me. She gripped my hair and then kissed me, biting my lip. I resumed my thrusting, picking up speed as I felt my orgasm coming. Her walls were tightening and she was panting. My arms wrapped around her and held her body to mine, her legs and arms wrapping around me as my thrusts became more and more frenzied. I felt her orgasm hit her, as her nails dug into my back. That was all I needed. I grunted with a growl and spilled my seed inside of her, pushing in deep as I grunted against her. Our bodies tense, covered in sweat, panting and ragged breaths. My face buried in her neck, as I resisted the urge to bond with her. We laid there, our hearts beating fast, just coming down from our highs. Her hand rubbing my back as I was placing a kiss on her neck every so often. Then I felt her lift my head up. I had my eyes closed, they had not changed back to grey yet. She ran her thumb over my left eye before resting it on my cheek.
Pansy all became rigid. Ready to react in case Ronald blew up. "Really, Mione?!" Ron said and again I cringed at the nickname. Blaise growled and I sighed. "Blaise, det er greit." (it's alright) I said with a calm voice. I then sighed and looked at Ron. "Yes, really. If you can't change, then we have no reason to see or speak to each other. And do not call me that again. While I can keep them from killing you, I can't keep them from maiming you. I'm their War Cheif's pregnant mate, currently in a hopsital bed after being held captive by their enemy. There's only so much control I have over them." I said giving him a very strong look. He looked at the three Lycans in the room and then back at me. "I'm not the enemy! I didn't hold you captive and I'm not threatening you!" I sighed and then shook my head. "You hurt me at one point, that's not forgotten, you have an uncontrolled temper, you make me uncomfortable, and when you yell at me that is seen as a threat. It doesn't matter if you say you weren't involved. You are seen as a threat, therefore they will do whatever they feel is
Another bed for you, if you'd like?" I had a feeling I knew what Dray was going to say. He shook his head. "That won't be necessary, Healer Grace. Thank you though." She smiled and nodded. "Well, I will leave you to change into your gown and then have someone to come in and start you on fluids and take your dinner order." She smiled and left the room with the nurses. I turned to Dray and gave him a small smile. He returned it and then put his hand on my stomach. "I can't believe I'm going to be a father." I smiled and put my right hand on his left. "How long have you known?" He asked looking up at me, our eyes meeting. I took a breath and sighed, rubbing my thumb on his wedding band. "I found out in August. I have to say, I was terrified. With everything going on, I felt like it was bad timing. But I was also so happy. I just didn't know how to tell you. The second I got a note I knew that everything was going to change. So when I found out I was pregnant, I knew how you would react. It would cause you to lose focus, and right now the Clans need you to be focused." He nodded and gave my hand a squeeze. "I get it. According to father, a part of me already knew. It's why I've been so overprotective, annoying the hell out of you." I chuckled. "I wouldn't say you've been overprotective, it's normal for you to be like this. All Lycan's are that way when their mate is pregnant." I said giving him a knowing look with a smile to match. His eyes locked with mine. "How long have you known?" I chuckled and gave his hands a squeeze. "I suspected early on, maybe around March. But I've known since May. I'm okay with it, Dray. I accept it. There isn't anyone else I'd want to spend my life with." He smiled widely. Then, without warning, he leaned forward and kissed me hard. I returned it. He pulled back and we leaned our foreheads together. "I love you, Mia." He said in a raspy and breathy voice. I smiled. "I love you too, Dray." I said as I intertwined our fingers over my stomach. He chuckled. "Two times in one day." My brows furrowed slightly. "What do you mean?" He chuckled again. "We've told each other that we love each other twice in one day, love." I giggled and smiled. I had been so caught up in everything that it felt so natural to say it. Even though technically it was the first time we had said it to each other. "Get used to it." He chuckled and kissed me again. Then I abruptly pulled back when I felt a small kick in my stomach. Dray must've noticed it too because his eyes went wide and he laid his hand flat on my stomach, leaning down over it. "I love you too, son. So much. I can't wait to meet you." He said to my stomach and I ran my hand through his hair, then noticing that he was in desperate need of a shower. "We both love you. Now, can you help me change into my gown and then perhaps shower and change?" He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow before looking down at his clothes and then smirked. "Ah, right. Forgot about that. Sorry, love. I don't want to leave you here alone though. How about I owl mother and have her stay with you? I can grab you an extra change of clothes." I smiled and
I'd never been inside of the Weasley's home before. But somehow, it was exactly how I thought it would be. There was something about it that just looked Weasley. I could sense Mia's nerves. She was tense and uncomfortable. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what would be making her feel that way. I put my hand on her lower back and then felt her lean into me. It only took a second before a swarm of people came out of a room. It almost felt like an ambush. An ambush of people who tried to hug you and get too close. I fended off every hug I could before I noticed Blaise and Pansy, they both gave me smiles before making their way over to me. I hugged each of them and then I smelled it. The Weasel and Astoria. They then walked out from what I presumed was the kitchen. The Weasel gave me a dirty look, Astoria gave me a flirty smile, and then I heard Mia growl in her direction. I smirked and leaned down to her ear. "Elskede, it's ok. I'm yours." I said in a voice only she could hear. The tension in her shoulders seemed to dissipate slightly. She moved her body closer into my side and I caught Blaise's smirk out of the corner of my eye. Before I could give him a look, we were all being ushered into what looked to be a sitting room. Once we were all seated, food was brought out. A lot of it. And the Weasel began stuffing his face. I rolled my eyes.
"Have you thought about taking some time off and focusing on just Clan work right now?" I looked at her and then sighed. "I have, but with Healer Buckingham out sick, it would be a bloody nightmare to have two Trauma Healers down. However, if Draco gets his way, I'll be home for a month." She chuckled and nodded. "I swear, the man is becoming more and more attentive and protective with each second that passes. At first I thought it was because of the Muts, but why would I need protection from wooden floors? He won't let me walk around the Manor barefoot. What are they going to do? Bite me?" Her eyes narrowed at me and then they widened. "Do you trust me, Hermione?" She asked with a straight face. My brows furrowed and I nodded. "Yes, of course. Why?" She then pushed herself up from the chair, walked around the side of my desk, and held a hand out to me. "Come with me." I took her hand, but still had a confused look. "Okay, but where are we going?" She took a deep
"She never came by. I was up with Bronwyn all afternoon. I didn't see her." Sabrina said. I felt myself becoming sick at the thought of something happening to her. Just then, the Floo activated again and father stepped out. He could sense something was seriously wrong, so he kneeled in front of me. "Is this about Hermione?" I simply nodded. I didn't trust my voice enough to speak. "How long, son?" I gulped and tried to take a deep breath. "Five hours." He nodded, stood, went to his desk, and wrote something on a piece of parchment before sending it off with an owl. "We will find her, Draconis. We will." I couldn't even nod. I just sat there. Ten hours later. I had gone from silent panic, to raging anguish. I had destroyed my study, fully transformed twice, and now was having a panic attack leaning on father's desk. I was barely keeping myself under control. The closer Mia and I got, the stronger my abilities became. At times, so much stronger that she was the only thing that could keep me in check.
Stepped out of the shadows. His features were twisted with rage. "Cyprus Stroud." I said in a quiet, shaky voice. He laughed. "Exactly! I have been ten steps ahead of all the Clan's put together, this entire time! And see, I knew that you had married the little Malfoy heir, but I needed to know if you were bonded yet. And to my mighty relief, you weren't! Ha! He can't track you, he can't be used to find you! Even that little bastard beast festering in your womb can't be used to track you! You're all alone, little Gryffindor. It's just you, and me." He said with a disgusting predatory smile. I felt sick to my stomach. I backed away from where he was leaning against the cage. "When Draco finds you, he's going to rip you and your new little family to pieces. Better get ready to say goodbye...again." I said in a low voice. His face contorted with anger. "If you're not careful, bitch, I'll leave nothing but shreds of you and that baby behind for your beloved mate." I growled and gave him an angry look. I was becoming angry, very angry. Just then, I felt the feeling of Draco's magic grow stronger... much stronger. It was almost as if he were standing right outside the building. I looked at Stroud and then started laughing. He looked
Draco Malfoy stared at the girl with the beautiful brown locks and angelic pale face. Her eyes were closed in deep slumber, so Draco could not see their brilliant gold. She lay strapped across his bed; the only thing she was wearing was a thin white silk nightgown that stopped above her knees. The blonde moved over to the side of the bed and ran his hand over the girl's flat abdomen. He couldn't wait until she was heavy with his child. He closed his eyes and imagined her swollen belly, her relying on him and him only. "You better be right about this Draco." The Dark Lord emerged from the shadows. Draco hated the fact that Voldemort could see what only he was allowed to see. "I know I am, my lord. Without her, the light side is nothing. Potter... is nothing." "How can you possibly ensure that Draco? How can you be sure she will be truly bonded to you?" A dangerous smirk grew on the Malfoy heir's face. "Soon she shall be with child. My child. She will be bonded with me for life. You know how it works." A vicious grin appeared on his master's face. "Yes. Once a Pure Blood male makes a female pregnant, their souls will be tied together for the rest of their lives... as long as the female does not abort." He gave Draco a stern look. "She will not abort milord. She wouldn't dare. She is too soft hearted." He ran a pale finger over her cheekbone. "And of course I have her wand. Which is locked away in my office." "She will have to be loyal to me, Draco. You must ensure she switches sides. That she will give information." "She will my lord. She would do anything to protect life once it is inside her." "Do not disappoint me." "I will not my lord. She will not." Voldemort looked at him for a moment before he gave a curt nod and left the room. Once he had left, Draco locked the door with a flick of his hand and disinfected his room with a cleaning spell. He didn't want his darling breathing in the same air as that vermin. He pointed his wand at Hermione and whispered a reviving spell. Said girl started moaning softly, her eyelids fluttering. Draco lowered his wand and approached her. Her chestnut eyes opened slowly, and the blonde could tell that her gaze was blurry. She gave a little tug on her wrist cuffs, and straight away her eyes came into focus. She gasped and pulled at her bonds hard, struggling and yelping as the leather rubbed against her delicate wrist and ankles. Her mouth formed an O as her eyes fell on Draco. "Malfoy?" She croaked. "Hello Darling." "Darling? Malfoy, what the hell! Help me!" Hermione's voice was hoarse and weak. "I can't help you. Because I am the reason you are tied up." She blinked at him.
She struggled harder as he started approaching, climbing onto the bed and straddling her. He reached down and lifted the tiny dress, revealing a pair of white cotton panties. She yelped and struggled harder. "Stop it! Let me go!" "I will." Hermione stopped struggling and stared at him. "Y-you will?" "Of course. Once I get you pregnant you'll be free to roam my room." The relief that had briefly flashed through her eyes disappeared as she paled. "W-what? Y-your sick! Why would you want to..." Her voice trailed off. "Because once you're pregnant..." "I'll be bonded to you!" Her eyes widened. "Oh no! Let me go! Let me go!" "No." "I'll kill whatever it is you put inside me as soon as you're not looking!" "You wouldn't. You wouldn't kill your own child." "I would!" "Absolutely not." He leaned forwards and kissed her harshly. She struggled beneath him. He pulled away and ran his hungry eyes down her body, resting on her stomach. He reached down again to kiss her, and she moved her head to the side, so his lips hit her cheek. Draco slapped Hermione hard across the face, and Hermione gasped. Her pale cheek went an angry red. Draco grasped her chin and forced her to look at him. "Do that again sweet heart, and you'll regret it. Your not with my child yet, I can still have my ways with you." He threatened, and Hermione whimpered at the fire in his eyes. "Please don't do this Malfoy." She whispered. "You don't have to do this." "Your right. I don't have to. I want to." He placed his hands on her stomach and his eyes widened slightly when it rumbled. Now that he thought about it, she did look rather under weight. "But first," He said. "We eat."
Wait any longer. He just couldn't. He flicked his hand to stop her bleeding. Not healing it, just stopping it from bleeding and released her arms. She fell onto the bed an started scrambling away as she heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped. He pulled his pants down, and her eyes widened at the size of his erection. She whimpered as he pulled her towards him. "No! No please!" His mouth silenced her in a kiss as he rammed into her. He swallowed her screams of pain and thrust in and out without hesitation. Hermione felt fresh tears stream down her face. Draco stopped kissing her and buried his head in the crook of her neck, not losing his rhythm. As he came he grunted and she screamed as hot liquid filled her welcoming womb. She had stopped sobbing, and a few stray tears left her closed eyelids as he pulled out of her and collapsed by her side, pulling her against him like he couldn't bare to let her go. That night, the sounds of snoring and gentle muffled sobs filled the room.
A chair and then a hand gripping her chin and fingers wiping away the droplets. "Hush," Draco soothed. "You have nothing to cry about. Nothing has really happened yet." Hermione spun around and started beating his chest with her tiny fists. He just stood there, as if he couldn't feel her blows. "I hate you! I hate you!" She sobbed. "I know." He caught her fists and lifted her up, spinning her so that her back was against his chest. With one arm he gripped her hands and the other traveled down to her stomach, stroking it slowly. She shivered. "Soon you'll learn not to." She bit her lips and forced her tears to stop coming. "We can have a good life here Hermione." He whispered into her ear. "You, me, and our child. Away from the war. Away from all of... this. We can flee together Hermione. Its up to you whether you come willingly or not." She closed her eyes. "I'll never do anything willingly with you." She murmured. "Now, No." His voice was cold. "But you will eventually." She shook her head. He growled in her ear and she jumped slightly. "To make sure the fertility potion works, I am going to wait for a while before I take you." He let her go and shoved her onto the bed. "But that doesn't mean I can't do other stuff." Her eyes widened as her head was pushed into the mattress with her ass way up in the air. Her arms were pulled uncomfortably back and strapped above her head. She gasped as her thin garment was pulled away. Her panties were pulled down her legs and she whimpered desperately. Cool air hit her bottom and she was terrified as she felt herself get wet. She cried out as fingers were pressed against her
Water turn on in the shower. So Malfoy was tired? That didn't stop him from taking her again that night. That was also what Hermione woke up to. Him pounding into her like there was no tomorrow. He disappeared a lot during the days, obviously to take care of Death Eater stuff. She was often left alone with that one book, which she had read three times already, despite its massive 1000 pages. He took her several times; obviously making sure that his seed took root deep inside her. Hermione spent every day wondering if there was life growing inside her. "In two weeks we find out if you are expecting." Draco said one evening. He was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard with Hermione sitting between his legs leaning against his chest. He was stroking her stomach. "I'll get rid of it." She said again. Hermione had tried behaving as best as she could. If there was life growing inside of her, she was determined to protect it against its father. She would never be able to get rid of her own child, and Draco knew that. "If that's what makes you sleep at night." He replied and shifted her so that he could unzip his pants before impaling her onto his aching manhood.
"He will take you away from me, away from our child! You won't be able to see it because he will take," Thrust. "You." Thrust. "Away." Thrust. "From me!" He grunted as he came. Hermione whimpered. Draco rested his sweaty forehead against hers. "Let me go." She whispered. "I can't. I can't let you go. I can't lose you." "Not even for our child?" "Not even for it." Her eyes darkened. "I will find a way out. I will do whatever it takes to make sure my child is safe. You are nowhere near my top priority." She hissed. Her words stung, and Draco had to close his eyes. "You might find a way out." He whispered. "You might be able to escape, to run. I will hunt you down and find you. You will always be able to run but you will never be able to hide. You belong to me. With me. You are mine." Hermione shivered. She was afraid because she knew he spoke the truth.
Have paid dearly." XXX Hermione clambered up onto the sink clumsily and desperately tried the window latch. Of course it wouldn't budge. Hermione took a deep breath. She channeled all her magic. She closed her eyes and really focused on her powers. She pictured the window opening. She felt a burning sensation in her fingers and click. She opened her eyes, hardly daring to believe it. She hoisted herself up and started pushing herself through the tiny window. XXX "So if you tell..." Suddenly Draco's senses started tingling. Severus stared as Draco went rigid. "HERMIONE!" He bellowed and shot to the bathroom, swinging the door open and looking frantically around. His eyes landed on the open window. The window was the perfect size for a small woman to escape through. XXX Hermione was running as fast as she could, out towards the forest when a low growling sounded from somewhere on her right. She yelped and tried running in the opposite direction. She slipped and slid on the stones, cutting her bare feet. Shadows surrounded her and without warning, she was tackled to the ground. A nose nuzzled behind her ear and a scratchy chin pulled its way up her cheek. "You smell good," The man above her growled. "You're with child as well. Perhaps I should get rid of it and make you swell with my own pups, hmm?" "No! No! Get off of me!" The man reeked, and long fingernails dug hard into her tiny wrists. "Now why would I do that?" "Because if you don't, I'll fucking cut off your dick and shove it up your ass you fucking mutt." A dark voice growled. The werewolf looked up in surprise. Draco stood about five feet away, his entire being shaking with anger. Severus stood behind him, his wand pointed at the offending man. "Get off her Fabber." Severus warned. The werewolf sneered. "What? Why should you have her when she is so splayed out in front of me?" And he sank his rotting teeth into Hermione's neck. She screamed. The last thing Hermione saw before she fainted was a lot of blood as the man was blasted off her and grey eyes leaning over her before the whole world went fuzzy and then black.
Miss?" Hermione took a deep breath and nodded. She was scared even though she knew what the answer would be. The spell was cast and both she and Draco stared as a blue mist appeared above her stomach. "You are pregnant." The healer said. "Congratulations." He packed up his things and started heading for the door. "Miffy!" Draco said, and a house elf appeared. "Show him to the door." The creature nodded and ran after the doctor. Hermione watched as the blue mist appeared. She sighed. She already knew but this made it seem more real. There really was a tiny being growing inside of her. "You alright?" Draco asked. "You know how much I hate you right?" Draco rolled his eyes and climbed onto the bed, putting his head next to the tiny bump of her tummy. "Mummy doesn't mean that." He whispered. "She loves daddy really." Hermione wacked him in the head with her pillow and got out of bed, stretching before heading to the bathroom. "What do you want for breakfast?" He called as the shower turned on. "You have never asked me that before. You usually order what you want." Came the reply. Draco grit his teeth. "Well I am asking you now!" Hermione snorted. "Bacon." "What else?" "Bacon."
Draco didn't leave her side for the next week. She lay still, unmoving in the bed. The bite mark on her neck was healing. Draco ran his fingers over it. She shivered beneath his touch. He double-checked that the baby was still alive. It was strange. When he put his hand on it the baby's magic seemed to hum, recognizing its father. Since Draco had been quick, he had managed to get any werewolf poison out of her. As for the werewolf that had attacked her, it had taken days for the house elves to wash its remains off the lawn. Fabber had been a guard wolf. Voldemort had recruited some of them to protect the area. Draco hated it that he had let his guard down. When Hermione finally came too, a very tired looking Draco was sitting next to her, fast asleep. She had to admit that he looked rather cute like that, with his hair sticking up and his mouth hanging slightly opened. He looked... normal. Not at all like the cold man who had kidnapped her. She took his hand gently, and he stirred. "Malfoy," She murmured. "Malfoy." She shook him and he sat bolt up right. "Please don't leave me I swear it was an accident!" He yelled. Hermione blinked at him. "What are you on about?" He looked at her and his eyes widened. "Oh Merlin! You're okay!" "Yes. I... oh dear god my baby! Is my baby okay? Malfoy!" She sat straight up and held her belly. "It is fine darling." "Thank the lords." She whispered. "What happened?" His eyes grew dark. "You ran." Draco said without emotion. His eyes showed it all. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "No you're not. You ran and I could have lost you." Draco snarled, standing up. "You were a bad girl, Hermione. Be happy that you're too weak at the moment to take punishment." He hissed. Hermione hung her head. Draco tossed her a big hoodie and Hermione caught it in surprise. "We are leaving." Draco said. "Where?" Hermione asked, shocked. "Somewhere else. Somewhere no one will ever be able to find you." Hermione's eyes widened. How was she supposed to be rescued when no one knew where she was? "W-why?" "I couldn't move you when you were still out. It could have harmed you more. Because when you were asleep, your precious order attacked." Hermione gasped. "Really?" "Yes. Stupid move really. We out numbered them easily, but they know where you are." Hermione looked at him with fear in her eyes. "Did anyone...?" "Die? Yes. Nearly all of them."
Hermione had been living in the tiny cottage for three months. Her stomach had swelled and she enjoyed running her hands over it. He did too. Hermione noticed that whenever Draco touched her stomach, it was very possessive. Surprisingly, he had done nothing violent towards her at all since they had arrived. One night they were lying in bed, and Hermione woke up when the blonde next to her started crying out in his sleep. "Please don't take her too! You've taken everything Potter! Just please let me keep her. I can't lose her! I can't!" Draco didn't seem to remember the next morning. Maybe he did, but he acted normal. It was December 24th, and Hermione was sitting by the window, staring at the snow, which was falling softly. "Christmas tomorrow." She whispered before straightening up. She looked sadly around the living room, which was bland. No holiday spirit at all. She shook her head and climbed the stairs. Draco heard their door close. He glanced around the room. He had never thought about Christmas until Hermione had mentioned it. He put his book down and stretched. Perhaps he should make her first Christmas with him special. When Hermione woke up the next morning, Draco was not in the bed. She yawned and placed a hand on her belly and smiled. "Merry Christmas, darling." She whispered. She sighed. "Merry Christmas me." She lay there for another ten minutes before she got up and used the loo before padding downstairs. She gapped. A massive tree stood by the fireplace, with glinting lights and beautiful ornaments. There were two small presents beneath the tree. A plate full of ginger bread cookies and milk sat on the coffee table. The fire roaring and there was a pleasant smell of peppermint in the air. Hermione was looking around trying to locate Draco when a snore made her look up. Draco Malfoy was standing on a stepladder, his body hanging on a piece of tinsel. Hermione couldn't help the giggle that left her lips and Draco woke with a start, banging his head on the ceiling. The tinsel snapped at the movement and he, unbalanced, fell backwards. Hermione covered her mouth with her hands as he hit his head on the coffee table, making the plate clatter. Hermione rushed to him and kneeled down, cradling his head in her lap. "Ouch." Draco moaned. "Ooooouuuch." Hermione helped him to the couch and got him ice for his head, tucking a blanket in
Hermione looked at Draco. Perhaps... Just this once... she would give herself to him willingly. She took his hand and made her face him. He looked at her in surprise as she kissed him slowly. "This is your Christmas gift." She whispered. "Make the most of it because it is not happening again." She wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes. Draco grinned into her mouth as he felt his child kick. Her stomach was against his. He kissed her deeper, and her eyes widened in response. Draco lifted her up, so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. Hermione wrapped her arms around him as he lowered her onto the couch. He stroked her cheek gently before leaning down and kissing her throat. Hermione gasped at the sensation. He had never done this before. He trailed his lips down her collarbone before he lifted her jumper over her head and attacked her breasts. "Draco!" She gasped, and he shivered. "I need you! I need you!" Draco moaned and shed their pants. He entered her swiftly and for the first time, Hermione felt pleasure. He thrust lovingly, not at all like before. For the first time, Hermione had an orgasm as he came. Draco snuggled into her side and buried his head in her neck. "Thank you." He whispered. "It's not happening again." Despite herself she smiled softly. Draco pouted. "I know." He placed a hand on her stomach. "I know." The baby kicked and Draco stuck his tongue out. "Hey there. Your mother is really stern." "Hey!" "But I hope you find a girl as pretty." Hermione rolled her eyes. "How do you know my baby is going to be a boy?" "Gut feeling." "What if it is a girl?" "It won't be." Hermione shook her head and pulled her clothes back on. "What do you want for breakfast?" XXX Harry Potter looked aweful. There were big circles beneath his eyes and he looked even thinner than he had months ago. They still hadn't found Hermione and he was distraught. There was a knock on his door and he looked up. Luna entered with a message in her hands. She handed it to Harry. "Draco Malfoy was sighted in a French village buying jewelry.
"Draco! Help me!" Her voice was growing louder the closer and closer he got. His footsteps echoed across the marble halls as he ran. He skidded to a stop and threw open a small wooden door, so different compared to the big marble ones all around him. Potter was holding Hermione and he had his arm snaked around her waist. She had a gag pushed into her mouth and she was looking at him with pleading eyes. Draco snarled and tried to lunge but he realized that he couldn't move. He tried to actually run forwards, but it was like he was running on a treadmill. "Don't worry Malfoy." Potter smirked. "I will take good care of her and the child." Draco could only watch, his mouth open in a silent scream as Potter lifted his wand and pointed it at her head. "OBLIVIATE!" "NOOOOOOOO!" "Malfoy! Malfoy wake up!" His eyes snapped open and he gasped, flinging himself at her and gripping her arm tightly. "Who is the father of your child?" "Excuse me?" Hermione gasped, caught off guard. "WHO IS IT?" He bellowed, and she yelped as his fingers curled into her soft flesh. "You! You are! You are the father!" She cried and he instantly released her and sprang out of bed. He leaned against a wall and a huge sigh of relief left his pale lips, his eyes locked on the terrified brown ones. "What happened?" She whispered. His eyes hardened and his jaw twitched. She shrank back and covered her stomach automatically. His blazing eyes softened at the terror in those deep whisky depths. He returned to her side and opened his arms. She watched him suspiciously before settling onto his chest. "Nothing." He muttered into her hair, his finger curling around her swell. I promise I won't let anybody harm you or our child. I promise, Hermione. The room was dimly lit. The fireplace hissed and spit as he stared into those glowing embers. His eyes were glued to the burning logs and his eyebrows were furrowed. The whisky swirled in its glass as he brought it up to his lips and sipped, the burning liquid setting a fiery trail down his throat as it went down. He glared with hatred at his sleeve, where the dark mark was hidden beneath the black material. His silvery hair gleamed and his free fist clenched. There came a knock on his window, and his eyes shot up, eyeing the elegant eagle that was currently impatiently snapping its beak at him. He flicked his wrist and the window flew open and untied the letter as soon as the bird was close enough. When he had finally gotten the ribbon off, the bird bit him. Not nipped,
Malfoy, It has been a while. How is my precious mudblood doing? I have given you a very long time boy, and I hope you have worked on her loyalty. Its best for you that you have, for I demand you bring her before me. Infact, I think I will come get her myself. Don't do anything stupid now, Draco. Think about your child and precious wench. Don't disappoint me again. You will not enjoy the punishments. Lord Voldemort. His blood had gone cold, and before he could even think about it, the glass was hurled across the room, splintering against the wall with a satisfying CRACK! His chest was heaving, and his head was spinning as he heard feet padding quickly upstairs. There came a nervous knock on his door, and his head snapped towards it. "Malfoy?" Hermione. He wanted to croak. "Malfoy, are you alright?" No. He flung the door open and she took a frightened step back. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his hard chest. "Malfoy?" She said again, her voice muffled from the fabric. "He wants to see you." He whispered, and she tensed suddenly, fighting back against his chest and clawing at him. "No!" She shrieked. "I won't let you take me to him!" He let her go and she spun around, jabbing her finger at his chest angrily. "I refuse to go with you!" She hissed. He took a step forwards, but her hand flew out, slapping him hard across the face. He reeled back, shock overcoming his features as he stared at her wide-eyed. Tears were streaming down her face as she hugged herself, wrapping her arms tight around her chest. "Hermione," "You are going to take us to him!" She cried, and he closed his eyes. "Hermione..." "I thought you had changed! I was beginning to trust you!" His eyes flew open in total and utter shock. She...What? He took another step forwards, but she shoved his chest hard again. "Fuck you Malfoy!" "Hermione!" "Fuck all you stand for! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" "SHUT UP AND FUCKING LISTEN!" He finally bellowed, and the house seemed to shake at all the energy that was sizzling off him. Her mouth snapped shut, her earlier courage and rage melting as she cowered back. He stalked fowards, grabbing her shoulders and bringing her face to his. "I haven't beaten you at all since we got here." He hissed. She stared at him with wide eyes, her entire being shaking. "I haven't forced myself upon you, I haven't hurt you, and I haven't done anything but make sure you are happy!" "Why would I be happy with you!" Her courage had returned and she dared to stare into his burning eyes. "I haven't beaten you for months." He growled, raising one hand, and she flinched, clenching her eyes shut, awaiting the blow, but none came. She dared to open one eye, and his face had fallen, his eyes gleaming with defeat. "And I'm not planning on starting anytime soon." She blinked at him as he slowly put her down. She rubbed her shoulders gingerly but didn't look away from the icy orbs. "And if I'm not allowed to harm you, no one else is." "What are you saying, Malfoy?" She mumbled, an unidentifiable feeling flaring of emotions in her chest. "What I'm saying is... I'm letting you go."
He rushed to the stairs and turned around to look at her when he realized she wasn't coming. "HERMIONE!" He yelled, and she jumped, pulling the sweater over her head and taking his hand. "He is coming, so we have to hurry." He pulled her down the stairs, stopping her from stumbling and let go of her hand on the landing, bolting to collect couple of things laying around the room, never taking his eyes off of what he was doing. Meanwhile, Hermione stood frozen, staring at the door. "Malfoy..." She squeaked. "Not now!" He growled, not looking up as he ran into the kitchen. "Malfoy!" She cried a little louder. "What?" He demanded, finally stopping to look up at her. She didn't need to answer, for somebody else did for her. Draco froze as the voice slithered into his ears. "Draco, Draco, Draco. You know I hate it when people plan things behind my back." The dark lord sat on their sofa, smirking at them with fire dancing in the ruby red eyes. Draco grabbed Hermione and shoved her behind him. "You're not touching her." He said boldly, and Hermione shivered as Voldemort's laugh echoed across their cozy living room. She buried her head in Draco's back, and she felt his breath hitch at the willing contact. "I will be soon. She will be my little toy soon enough." Voldemort mocked. "And your little child will become an excellent addition to my work force." Hermione let out a strangled sob and Voldemort cocked his head to the side. "Don't worry my pet. I will fill you up with more." Hermione gasped and Draco growled, tightening his grip. Voldemort rose from his seat and reached for Hermione, but Draco whipped out his wand and pointed it in the snake man's face. It made Draco uneasy that Voldemort had not yet reached for his. "Run." The Dark Lord advised, and Draco didn't need telling twice. He grabbed her hand, and ran. "RETURN THEM TO ME ALIVE!" They heard Voldemort holler, and numerous Death Eaters were heard disapparating in and running after them. The forest was just up ahead, when Draco felt something yank him back. "MALFOY!" Hermione screamed as a spell hit her, making her fly across the field. She tried desperately to shield her stomach from the impact, and managed to land on her back. "Fucking bastard, betraying the Dark Lord." A man above Draco hissed, pointing his wand at the blonde's head. Draco whipped out his wand and shot a stunner at the guy before scrambling to his feet, desperately trying to fight the offending people off. "DRACO!" His heart stopped. Voldemort was approaching Hermione, raising his wand. Draco did something he never thought he would ever do. He attempted to tackle the Dark Lord. Voldemort spun around and flicked his wand, Draco flying and landing hard on a couple of rocks. "Idiotic boy." Voldemort hissed as he stalked over to the Malfoy who currently lay on the ground in pain. "Did you think you could outsmart me?" A cut appeared across Draco's chest, and the blonde screamed as the torture curse was put on him. "Did you think I wouldn't find her? SHE BELONGS TO ME MALFOY!" Hermione managed to lift her weak head off the soil in time for the curse to hit Draco. "Draco!" She whimpered, trying to pull herself to her feet. Death Eaters were closing in, running across the field towards her. She clutched her stomach and tried to block out his screams as she sobbed.