N/A: None of the characters are mine. HARPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BETA READER, Ann10155 aka Tiffany! DARLING WITHOUT YOU MY STORY OF "HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER" WOULD NOT BE AS GREAT AS IT IS. If anyone gets the chance, she has a great story named Veritas Lux Mea. It is a Draco and Hermione, if you guys get the chance please check it out and show her some love! The following story is inspired by Meek Mills new song "Lord Knows."

The following story is Rated M for the following: Violence, Memory Tampering, Smut, Mentions of Blood, Guts and Gore, Implication of Rape or unwanted Sexual Conduct..

Without further ado, here is Lord Knows.

Tittle:

Lord Knows:

Author:

Jazmin Salazar

Explosions upon explosions erupted on the Hogwarts grounds. Blood spilled freely amongst the grass, giving a glint of an artistic background as the sun started to set. The playing field gave a clear picture; the Order was going to fall whether they liked it or not. Werewolfs transformed as they played with their food, years of pent up anger against the Ministry of Magic being released. They ran in groups of three, thrusting themselves amongst the unexpected victims.

Draco Malfoy dodged a killing curse as he twisted seeing a Death Eater give him an apologetic look. Turning around to view the recipient, the body of the young child was on the ground in an awkward position her little eyes expressive with fear. Draco's stomach threaten to spill, swallowing the bile threatening to make its way onto the grass. He had never been a fan of murdering children, finally snapping out of the trace, he sent a quick prayer before running across the parameter of the castle. Dodging, dropping and rolling, at one point he swore he could see the blood of victims on his pitch black cloak.

Inhaling, he was cut off guard by a redhead, 'great this idiot wants to fight'.' internally sighing he wanted for him to make the first move. "Malfoy! I will enjoy making you pay!" Ronald Weasley yelled. 'Stupid' Draco thought. Taking a closer look at him, his red hair was past his ears, blood smeared across his torso and legs, a cursed white scar framed his right eye down to his mouth. He looked like a young Moody minus the peg leg and magical eye. Although he hated murdering it didn't come so hard to him. No one in the Order had been aware that Lord Voldemort had been training him to be his successor. Knowing he had to kill the redhead, he whispered a quick prayer. She had been the reason he found comfort in a Muggle God. Inhaling a deep breath as he dodged a curse that was child's play. Waving his wand he wordlessly disabled him, he tortured the redhead, finally sliced him open. Blood flowed freely from the victim as he gasped with the blood spilling out of his mouth as he struggled to keep breathing. As death finally claimed its newest victim he levitated the guts and threw them amongst the werewolf packs. Draco watched as they fought amongst themselves for the food. He looked down to the display he had made, neatly holding his head up high he plastered the well practice Malfoy smirk. There goes his last chance to be with her. She will never forgive him for murdering her best friend.

Inhaling, he tasted the vile flavor of iron, he smelled the blood starting to coagulate around the floor. Making his way more gracefully as other Death Eaters blocked spells, some actually losing their lives in the process. His eyes finally spotted the Dark Lord, making his way to the man he called Master. Draco stood to his right side as his Aunt Bella stood on his left. Before the Dark Lord was the infamous Boy-Who-Lived, he was on his knees. Harry Potter had scratches, cuts, bruises scattered all over, dried blood around certain areas.

"The Boy-Who-Lived has come to die!" The Dark Lord spoke, his voice a mere rasp that held more power than most will ever in counter. Manic laughter erupted amongst his followers, Draco laughed as well. Although he was second in command he wasn't out of the woods. He would never be good until Voldemort stepped down.

"Now now, has the poor boy had more than he can handle?" He asked the raven haired male before him.

"Fuck you!" Harry Potter spat at the Dark Lord's feet.

"It seems like our guest needs some manners. Draco, my boy, will you do the honors?" He looked upon the platinum hair boy with pride.

"It would be my honor, my Lord." Draco spoke with pride. Saying another quick prayer as he raised his wand. The atmosphere changed, clouds started to gather the sounds of thunder made its presence known. Moving it in an intricate pattern he murmured the incantation and a violent scream erupted amongst the field. Majority of Harry's comrades dropped their guards at the sights, Death Eaters took full advantage of the situation binding them with ropes or completely immobilized them permanently. The captured members were divided into two seperate sections the females kept alive to maintain as toys while the males where kept long enough for shooting practice. Werewolfs ran among the grass their bloody paws hitting the ground pounding as they reached their newest meal ticket. Laughter erupted from the Dark Lord, "That is enough my young successor." Harry's eye widened at the news, 'Traitor' Harry spat at Draco, wincing inside at the gesture.

Lord Voldemort laughed one last time, chills ran down Draco's back. He felt as if a bucket of pure ice had been dropped upon him. He watched as Voldemort finished the Boy-Who-Lived. One last scream erupted from his body. At one point Draco swore he saw Potter's soul depart from his body. Silence greeted deaf ears of the Hogwarts grounds. A few second later cheers erupted among the victorious.

"Today we have been triumphant!" His Master spoke causing the followers to quite. "Now to give prizes, as I the merciful Lord have promised. First to my Successor, Draco Malfoy; my boy you get first pick." He spoke with righteousness. Draco bowed to his Master, "It is an honor, my Lord." Turning to his fellow comrades he spoke with conviction, "Bring forth all the survivors." Grumbles erupted, as they felt cheated. "Silence!" The Lord spoke, "Do as he says!" he commanded.

Slowly the Death Eaters brought up the survivors, the werewolfs more put out than anything else. Draco's eyes scanned the survivors, praying to God that she was alive. All his hope poured and then he found her. Her beautiful brown curly hair was tangled, spots of dried blood all over her clothes. She was bound with ropes, being held by none other than the Head of the Werewolf pack, Greyback. "My Lord" He bowed again, "I have made my choice."

"Go,right ahead my boy." Chills ran down Draco's back at the endearment. " I wish for the Mudblood. And not just any Mudblood but Potter's."

"A wise choice young Malfoy" Voldemort commented. A protest was made by Greyback, "She's mine" He snarled at the Dark Lord, not even batting an eye, Greyback fell on his back and screamed with agony.

"You don't disrespect the Dark Lord " Draco spoke, his voice more even and powerful than how he felt. But he would do anything for her, to make sure no one doubted his alliance.

"Draco, let him go." The rasp voice of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named spoke.

"But my Lord he misspoke to you! He has no right." Draco explained he's facade more pronounced than ever.

"As right as you are, my boy. I wish to have the right to punish my dog." The Dark Lord calmly stated.

"You are right my Lord. My deepest apologies" Draco stated as he bowed.

"Quite right." He said as he ruffled the platinum boy's hair. Containing his disgust, Draco smirked at him.

"Now my dear constellation, take your prize."

Draco did not need to be told twice, he walked over to brunette. He took his time as he waltzed down the bloody field making sure everyone knew he was specials. Hermione sat on her knees before him as he reach her eyes shooting daggers at him. Snarling, " Your mine!" Draco possessively spoke, gathering her by her hair and took her with him.

Five years later, Draco Malfoy awoke to his wife. Her curly unruly hair sprawled against his well toned chest, her lips called out to him. Not being able to withstand the temptation, he leaned over and kissed her. Running his hand down her body, slowly tracing her curves, reaching her bum, firmly grasping it. A moan escaped her sweet mouth, smirking into the kiss he pulled away staring at the masterpiece before him. Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes curled at the ends, her lips peachy and plump his for the taking. Slowly she opened her eyes, deep brown met grey. He tighten his hold on her arse.

Encouraging his efforts, she leaned over and caught his lips in a soft sensual kiss, wrapping an arm around his neck bring him closer. Slowly their need for one another took priority over anything else. Hermione draped her leg over his midsection as she curled into him, kissing him deeper she pulled on his bottom lip with her teeth. Her cunnie rub her perfect little clit on his thighs her need became more and more apparent. Swallowing his groan his fingers made their way down to her sacred place. His digest expertly finding their way to her clit and her lower lips, feather like movements along her slit. Moans of want escaped her beautiful mouth, her hands moved to grasped at the light blanket that conveniently cover her body from his eyes.

Desperate to see her, to feel her to simply taste her overwhelmed him. Ripping the article away, his eyes sparkled with utter lust and love. Dipping his face to her firm right peak. The nipple begged for his attention, tentatively his tongue licked and slowly pulled the soft breast into his mouth. A moan escaped her mouth as he dug his digits into her folds. Her warm slick liquid coated them as her cunnie milked his fingers, groaning as he softly bit her nipple. Her back arched into shoving her pelvis closer to his hand. Pulling away he switched to the next taunt bud. Enjoying the sounds that escaped Hermione, the way her body responded to his touch. Everything about her drove him absolutely insane. Finally pulling back, wanting to watch her come undone. With a shudder she came back down from cloud nine. Withdrawing his hand, he moved it to his growing member.

Slowly pumping it to the sight of her body in its delicious after state. His precum mixing with her juices from her pussy. Hermione finally opened her eyes with a lazy smile of content graced her face. Her eyes slowly followed down to her awaiting prize. "May I" She asked as she licked her lips in anticipation. "Of course my doll." Tentatively she moved her hand to his penis. The soft warm yet hard piece of man was held in her hand. Slowly and tightly she moved her hand up and down, a groan escaped his mouth.

Draco's eyes closed enjoying the feeling of her pleasuring him. Not expecting her mouth to descend on his head, he shuddered. Her tongue swirled around his head as her hand pumped him up and down. Opening his eyes he was greeted with a fantastic view of her bum. Reaching out with his left hand he slight spanked it, hearing her moan against his head he repeated his actions. She pulled away and stared, her head laid on his thighs her eyes watching him as he smacked her ass. The sounds echo through the enormous room. Her eyes hinted at what her final prize was. Nodding at her suggestion she gave him a sultry smile as and sat upon her knees, leaning down and giving him a deep sensual kiss pulling on the bottom lip Hermione pulled away, her curls framed her face. Her eyes shone with love, she slowly threw her leg over, hold his penis in her hand, positioning it at her entrance she slowly descended upon it. Moaning as her warmth enveloped him, her cavern pulling him deeper in. Fully situated upon him, he wrapped an arm around her midsection pull them both towards the bed frame so she can have something else to hold on to. Signaling to her, she slowly moved. Lift herself up and then slamming herself down, a groan escaped her. Her head went back and she repeated the action, his right hand tracing her back, following her curves finally reaching her ass. Firmly hold it he helped her move up and down. Her eyelids half closed as she enjoyed the feeling, her hand came to settle on his shoulder as she rapidly grinded herself on him, making sure to rub her clit as she did so. A slow delicious moan escaped her, she dipped and kissed him as she went faster. One hand reaching towards his roughly placing it on breast she showed her what she wanted. Finally reaching her climax she whispered his name upon his lips like a prayer as her body milked him. Thrusting her breast to his lips he took one biting hard, her cavern pulled him deeper. Finally situated perfectly he last only a few strokes more, and he groaned as his seed shot into her. Moving his hand he whispered a fertility spell. Their third child will look like her this time, he would make sure of it.

Hermione accommodated herself against his body sighing in contentment she slipped into sleep. Kissing her hair, he wrapped his arms around her body. Sighing, Lord Knows why he got to keep her. He did everything to make sure she was his, he poisoned the Dark Lord, destroyed anyone who thought she was unworthy. Hermione didn't remember who she was but as long as he got to keep her that would be enough. Lord knows how he got away with it, Lord knows.

I hope you have enjoyed my little One-Shot. If enough people ask I may do an accompanying One-Shot explaining what happened in the five year old gap. Please Review!

Lots of Love

XOXO Jazmin Salazar