Summary: Hermione leaves Draco one night after he tells her he became a Death Eater. Years later when The Dark Lord confronts his most powerful Death Eater about 'Potter's Mudblood' she and her little girl are taken from their quiet home and brought to Voldemort. She is sentenced to serve the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. She hasn't seen Draco since the night she left. Hermione was pregnant, that night, with his child. She didn't know and neither did Draco. Yet if somehow Draco found out Hermione wasn't dead, that he had a little girl, and that there was a chance that Hermione might forgive him, will he go back to her and betray his master for the woman he had always loved?

Still I Look To Find a Reason To Believe

Prologue

"What's the matter, Draco?" Hermione asked him, pulling the sheets up past her chest and looking at him. Draco was leaning against the headboard and looking at his hands. He was usually more into it when he and Hermione would have sex, but now, something was wrong and Hermione sensed it.

"Nothing." Draco answered her finally. Hermione continued to stare at him. "Something is obviously wrong, Draco. Now, tell me, what's troubling you?" Hermione asked, her voice soothing Draco from the fear he held deep inside.

"I- I can't tell you. You wouldn't understand." He said, sighing. Hermione stared closely at him. She was getting frustrated. She had never seen Draco so miserable. "Well, then talk to me, Draco! Make me understand." Hermione said, taking his hand in hers for comfort.

"Its my father." Draco said slowly. He had a hard time saying it, as he looked into her kind eyes.

"What happened, Draco." Hermione asked, moving closer to him, and leaning her head on his shoulder. "He- He just kept doing it, and-" Draco was crying as he told her, "and I couldn't take it, so I said yes." Draco moved his hands to his head, cradling it.

"What did you say yes to, Draco?" Hermione asked, scared of the answer. There was no point to ask what his father did to him, Hermione already knew. Lucius Malfoy constantly beat Draco for everything that he wanted or went wrong, even as a small child, Draco was beat.

"I- I agreed," he said slowly, "to become a Death Eater." Hermione gasped, her hand covering her mouth. Draco looked at her. He wiped the tears from his eyes and cheeks and stared at her. She was crying, now. "Yesterday, when I told you I was going for Quidditch practice, I really went to Malfoy Mannor and received the Dark Mark from the Dark Lord. I know you mad at me, Hermione. I'm mad at myself, and if I could redo it, I would, but I can't. If I don't leave soon, Hermione, they'll find me here. I am not aloud any contact with muggle-borns." Draco said, sitting up from the bed, and dressing himself.

Hermione was still crying with every word, her eyes sparkling. "Hermione, you know I love you, right?" He asked hopefully. Hermione shook her head no. She got off the bed and got her nightdress on. She ran to door, and turned around to Draco. "If you loved me, you would have taken the pain. If you loved me you would have done everything to be with me." Hermione slammed the door on his way out and took a small red pouch from his dresser. He sighed.

That would be the last time he ever saw Hermione, the very last time...

"I was told, Mr. Malfoy, that there was something you did not tell me." A cold voice said, high above a hooded man, who was kneeling. Draco had been a Death Eater for a 4 years, now, and he didn't feel any emotion. He was empty, as if the dementors kissed him. Draco didn't know what his lord was telling him, he didn't understand it, but he remained quiet.

"What did I not tell you, my lord?" Draco asked, slowly. He looked up to the cloak that hovered above him.

"Draco, you did not tell me of a relationship you had with a mudblood." The voice coldly, said. Draco continued to look at the cloak. He didn't remember any of this.

"But don't worry, Draco. See, I have already took the pleasure in killing Hermione Granger."The Dark Lord told Draco. Draco continued to stare. So Hermione was dead. Draco had thought she had died in the beginning of this war. He had gotten over her death a long time ago, and there was no need to redo his grieving, or what he thought was grieving.

Draco couldn't feel anymore. The Dark Lord had modified and tortured him to the point where all Draco could do was listen. "I should have told you my lord, but I was under the influence she was killed earlier." Draco told him. "She wasn't." Voldemort hissed. "I could kill you Draco, and rid myself of your stupidity, or I can simply teach you a lesson. Malfoy, Crabbe, take him down to my special room." To men came out from the corners of the rooms and held Draco in a tight grip and took him out.

Death Eaters came in, slowly, as they had sensed that Voldemort wanted them. They all bowed. "The first one to find Hermione Granger will be greatly rewarded."

A/N: Boring chapter, I know. PLEASE REVIEW!