Authors Note: It is sometimes hard for me to come up with a good plot line, so please give me time, and do not complain about how long it takes. I do all of this for you guys, my readers, and I really do apologize for the amount of time I take to write. Thank you.

Liz

Okay, so I do not own any of the characters from the Harry Potter series, I just manipulate them to do my bidding.

A Mothers Lullaby

Rock a by baby

The cries heard pulled at the heart strings of everyone with ears in Hogwarts Castle. The smoky voice of the ex-Head Girl serenaded the crying babe in her arms with a lullaby, only sung by a mother to her child.

Hermione Granger cradled her child, rocking him gently to the tune she sang. Her son's father had been called away earlier in the day to perform his "Duties," and Hermione knew what that meant. She had already visited the headmistress to warn her of the upcoming battle, and already prepared the floo to rush her son to his grandparents' house—right outside London so he would be safe. Now all she had left to do was to wait until the first cries of battle were heard.

Her son's cries were beginning to give her a head ache so she started a new song to shut him up. She cleared her throat after a moment of silence, and began what was perhaps her final lament.

On the tree tops

The child's cries began to soften as she sang, his red face unscrunching from its prior position, and his tears slowing their paths on his cheeks.

In the top –most rooms of Gryffindor Tower, Hermione sat in the wooden rocking chair facing towards the window inside her child's nursery. Being a teachers wife definitely brought along some benefits. Of course, the Headmistress trust and protection, as well as the first pick of quarters were momentarily at the top list of benefits.

The wind howled outside the window, screeching against the glass trying to break through.

When the wind blows

Hermione placed her child in his crib before rushing out of the room and towards the bedroom she shared with her husband. She grabbed up the large blanket lying across their bed before rushing back down the hall towards her baby's nursery. When she entered the room again, the rocking chair was moving, and her baby was gone from his cradle.

The cradle will rock

Hermione dropped the blanket and grabbed for her wand in desperation.

"Hello?" her voice shook with fear. "Who are you?" She paused, waiting for an answer. "What have you done with Lucian?" She waited again for an answer. "What have you done to my baby?"

"Lucian Malfoy. Quite the normal Malfoy name, sounds like father decided to name the child after himself, otherwise the baby would be Ronald, or Harry, named for the idiot brothers you call friends."

"D-Draco," her voice shook gently as her stepson stepped out of the shadows with his half-brother in his arms.

The baby's gray eyes were wide with awe, staring up at his big brother, whose face contorted in disgust when the infant gurgled, and reached for Draco's silky long hair.

Just as one of Lucian's sticky baby hands was about to curl around a lock of his hair, Draco pushed the boy into his cradle, before rushing at her, and slamming her against the nursery door.

She whimpered and began to beg.

"Draco, please," her cry made him sneer in her face.

"Draco, please, what?" He drawled, "What will you do for your precious bouncing baby boy? Anything? Would you do anything to save him?"

She nodded furiously as tears shrouded her vision, and poured relentlessly down her cheeks.

Grabbing her by the messy tumble of curls that cascaded down her back, Draco dragged her down the hallway, back towards the master bedroom. When they reached the room, he whirled her around to face him, though she struggled against his grip, kicking and punching in a futile attempt to free herself from him.
He hit her repeatedly, swearing obscenities under his breath. Her breath caught in her throat as she glimpsed the fatal flash in his eyes. She was beginning to fear for her life.
In her weakened and disoriented state, her resistance against him diminished. She put up a minimal fight as he tossed her onto her marriage bed, and straddled her thighs before he began ripping the robe and nightgown from her body.

When the bow breaks
He tore the clothing from her torso, scratching her tender arms and stomach. Viciously, he cut her panties from her prone figure, the elastic waistband bruising and slicing deep into her hips as it strained to remain intact. After removing her ragged clothing, he positioned himself between her limp thighs, bruising her skin in order to spread them wide. Hermione's head lolled slowly from side to side as he held her down with one hand, his other tearing himself from his pants, pressing his erection just at her opening.
He paused, leaning down to hiss in his barely conscious victim's ear, "I knew I'd one day have you crying under me, too bad father isn't here to see his Mudblood whore enjoy pleasuring his heir." He thrust his hips forward violently, tearing into her un-aroused and tender flesh.
The cradle will fall

Hermione cringed and keened loudly in acute pain. Sobbing and fully conscious now, she writhed beneath him and weakly tugged at her restrained arms.
She trembled and quaked with silent sobs as he violated her. He pushed between her thighs villainously, as she tried with all her might to push him from her body. Draco's movements became irregular as he climaxed within her, emitting a loud groan and filling her womb with his semen and burning the fresh wounds.

And down will fall baby

There was a loud primal growl from the doorway of the room before Lucius yanked Draco from her body. Her husband grabbed his son by the throat, and swung his fist into Draco's stomach. By the time Hermione whipped her tears away to watch her husband fight, Draco was lying unconscious on the royal blue carpet, and Lucius came rushing forward.

"Hermione, Love, will you be okay?" the tenderness in her husbands' voice relaxed her immediately.

"Now that you're here, I'll be fine."

Cradle and all.

FIN