Disc Hp belongs to Jkr. The storyline, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.

A/N A version of this was published and was deleted, not by me. There are several modifications in this version. The story is written, about 50,000 words. It is a Lucius-Hermione even if it doesn't seem so at first. A happy ending, yes, even for Draco, :)`

Prologue

1999-2000 Lucius

His heart was already taken; that was the reason why he could never love his wife. Lucius cried and called her, called his beloved, but she wasn't there.

When he was 18, he had not fallen, he had tried to kill himself, his father has cut him down, and he still wanted to die. Healer Muctis came over and proposed the only solution; they had to get permission to do it. His friends were called and sworn to secrecy; afterward, his father enacted the Malfoy Magic.

Since they cut him down, he had sliced his wrists, took poison, and tried to end his life however he could; but nothing could be done because the young witch had disappeared, gone. There wasn't a trace, the investigators found that her parents' house had been burnt days before she came to live with her cousins…He remembered his Ermi, "My love, my only witch, " his eyes were blurry, his heart hurt, he wanted to die to stop the pain. Mipzy came and stood by her boy and looked very sad. He sat and stared at nothing...

At the beginning- 1997-1998

Hermione gave Draco a coin and asked him to follow her. Harry saw them talking; but when Draco was about to kiss her, his heart died that day.

Harry was at the tent when he saw them, their pale figures were embracing under a tree. Ron was sleeping in a tent.

They were kissing and sobbing, at first, he thought they were making love. When he got closer he heard, "Yes, I am pregnant, what do you want me to do? Harry needs me, we will all be lost without him."

He had done the same. He had hurt her with Ginny, and, now, he was afraid that she would leave him alone in his quest. Well, he shagged Ginny because she was pretty and available and because he felt like it. He remembered the day when Hermione came into his room and found him shagging Ginny. He could still hear her anguished cry before she ran away crying. She was wearing his mother's promise ring because they were to be married after the war. He drove her into Draco's arms, it was his fault.

After he saw the couple, Harry went back running into the tent and prayed that Hermione wouldn't leave him. He would take care of her and protect her; he needed her support. She was what kept him going. He would not allow anything to happen to her.

He knew it, and he had been selfish. Ron had known as well and offered to marry her, "You need to go away; it is not safe."

Ron had a fist fight with Harry for putting pressure on her; he told him to think of the danger if they were caught, to think about her; but Harry was deaf.

Capture Day - 1998

Malfoy Manor- Pain and Confusion.

Draco heard the commotion and ran there. Lucius felt danger when he saw his son. "They have Potter and the Mudblood."

Mulciber kicked Hermione's stomach. "My Lord, Fenrir said that this fucking Mudblood is with child, probably the Weasley brat. However I think it could be Potter's, but I doubt it, I heard them talk. Fenrir also said that he needed to tell you something, to look carefully, to wait; he will be here."

Draco had come in on time to hear and looked horrified. His look was not lost on Lucius, and a feeling of dread grabbed his gut. He had overheard Draco talking to Snape his Godfather just hours before. Lucius remembered.

"You know I love her. Tell me how to stop those chasing them, oh Gods. You bonded us. I am taking her far away. "

"Son, your parents," Snape tried.

"I don't give a fuck about Lucius and Narcissa. You know what she does behind his back, she fucks her si…"

"Quiet son."

He was mortified, it was as if a hot knife had been plunged deep inside his gut, but it got worse, "They can go and fuck themselves and get another heir."

"Son, your father loves you, you are all for him, talk to him."

But Draco wasn't listening.

"Uncle, I will leave, I have my own money from my Black grandfather, he left nothing to his own children, all for the grandchildren, and I am the only one since Nymphadora is a Blood Traitor. My wife is pregnant and is mine. I could give a fuck about my father, he will say she is less than us, but I know that her blood is as red as mine."

They walked away. He could not hear any more.

Now he wanted to know and hoped to be wrong. He would never allow a Half-blood into this world. And what if it were the only chance for an heir during these uncertain times? Maybe the witch was Half-blood. She was pretty, intelligent, well, desirable.

Furthermore, perfect if not for her blood. Not for the first time, he felt angry that someone, even his son, would touch the witch. That wasn't possible. He was confused.

Gods, think correctly. It is your grandchild, a Malfoy; am I mad? It is my blood, mine. He thought, feeling odd, seemingly feeling jealousy. Was he jealous that the witch was pregnant with Draco's child? No, that couldn't be it. It was a mistake, it just wasn't right. But he was, he couldn't think of Miss Granger with…anyone; nobody should touch her.

Sadly, his worse fears had been corroborated, it was a Malfoy babe.

The Dark Lord recoiled when he saw Hermione, "Nannette's?" He nearly yelled the name with a question as to whose? Then said nothing, just looked. He spoke softly, but what he said made no sense, "Mine, I understand, now I do; hiding forwards and now back."

He then turned and looked a Draco with malice, and with a puzzled look... his eyes had something about them... "Ah, the young lucky and foolish Pureblood coward. He will do nothing, will he? This little chit reminds of a beauty long ago. Coward, if it were me, well...if me, I would not let anyone hurt what is mine. That witch left me, me...didn't want what I...but it appears I am the only one who has made the connection. It couldn't be, could it? And if so, Lucius, isn't she pretty, look at her, open your eyes. You should know, tell me what you see."

Then it turned stranger, "Wait, nobody moves. Maybe, maybe I will...hmm." Voldemort was rambling.

The snake seemed troubled for a second as if he shouldn't issue an order... he seemed to be remembering, a speck of humanity seemed to allow his old human face glimmered for an instant; had it been a mirage? "Nobody touches the young witch, it is an order."

Lucius thought that the Dark Lord was bonkers, and for a minute... was it Potter looking at her with anguish? And hoped that maybe the baby was Potter's. But why did the Dark Lord look at him? And why seeing her was tearing him inside? The Dark Lord was opening dark doors inside his mind. His heart was breaking, why?

Several things happen in rapid succession. Fenrir was running trying to get to the Dark Lord, but Bella intercepted Fenrir and stunned him.

At that moment, Harry screamed, "No, don't touch her."

But Bellatrix took it upon herself. She knew something, something that had made her stop Fenrir.

"You, you remind me of someone I've hated for a long time," Bella said softly, she only wanted the witch to hear.

"Bella, don't dare, wait." The Dark Lord screamed, but she went on to hit the young witch's belly with a Cruciatus. Meanwhile, Harry and Draco cried. Yaxley held Draco, as previously ordered by the Dark Lord. Lucius would deal with Yaxley later.

The Dark Lord was seething, "Lucius is Draco at least sorry for the Mudblood spawn? You are all cowards. If I am right, everyone will die. Bella, don't dare to do more, wait, if you damaged her you are dead. And you little shit, you won't even stand up for her. You don't deserve anything, only caring for your own skin."

"No my Lord, he does not care per se, he is just depressed these days. He respects women the fool, he forgets her dirty blood." Lucius forced the words out his mouth, what he wanted to do was to get the young witch and his son and run as fast as they could. The words tasted truly dirty. He noticed the way the Dark Lord waited for him to say more.

"Surely," Lucius added with a disdain that he did not feel. "Even if the child were my own, or his own, is nothing to us." The bitterness of his lie made him sick, he swallowed the vomit coming up his throat.

"Stop it, what are you saying, you fool!" That is not what I asked. I ORDERED YOU TO STOP!" The Dark Lord didn't even hear him, he roared ordering Bella, he was more than angry, but Bella cackled.

The Dark Lord had a faraway look, he seemed changed when he stood and barked to Bella, "Are you deaf? Stop it, enough," but Bella would no listen. She fired two more rapid hexes, "I SAID STOP IT, OR YOU WILL DIE," With those words, he sent a hex that knocked Bella out. Her eyes, ears, and nose were bleeding, Bella lay bleeding and twisting, clearly in severe pain, so Narcissa ran to her.

Lucius remained stoic. The demented devil, the demon had killed his grandchild, and something died inside him, something from the past was taking hold of him. Thus, he had to control himself not to do something, they would all be dead, including the fucking witch, Cissy's sister or not; he wanted her dead. The desire to get the young couple away was hard to resist. The need to pick Hermione up and hold her next to him in a tight embrace and cry for her forgiveness was killing him.

He looked at Draco pleading, he begged him not to say anything. He loved his son, and Draco seemed already dead inside.

Lucius had no idea why the Dark Lord had issued such threats, neither did anyone else. It was all happening too fast.

Since Hermione had lost consciousness right after his words, she missed Dobby's rescue and the drama that ensued. She had also missed the hexes the Dark Lord sent Bellatrix.

She missed the Dark Lord's screams ordering everyone to bring her to him. "Idiots, I understand, bring her now, she is her child." She missed it because she had already been rescued.

Lucius had heard what Fenrir said before Bellatrix erased all his memories with the hex that knocked him out. It was about the young witch..."There was something familiar about her scent. I wanted to check further..."

Too bad that it was too late for her baby, the monster had cut her to pieces. A healer had removed the fetus. When he'd asked for the body, the next day, he was told the body was in pieces. They were given to him in a locked urn, a little witch.

Whereas Draco's soul was injured, he sort of survived. Not really, because he had not spoken since the day the baby had been murdered. Not at Mungo's, not anymore...

Lucius had no idea why the Dark Lord had issued such threats, neither did anyone else. The name he had mentioned tickled his mind. He left with his son hours later, the Lestrange came with him, but Rabastan was a little more than a vegetable. Lucius life was in shambles.