DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT THE PLOT. I 'm merely borrowing JKR's magic :D

Draco, mate, please tell me this is just a show. It'd kill Hermione if it wasn't!' Harry thought desperately.

'Do you think I don't know that Harry? Now act natural Potter, and for god's sake, CLOSE YOUR MIND! You're not the only one here who can do this you know.'

'And you my friend are beginning to sound more and more like Snape. I doubt 'Mione would appreciate having the father of her child be more like her uncle.'

Draco smirked. 'Enough of this. Let's give this bitch what she deserves!'

'So how is my dear cousin Sirius, Potter?'

'Better now, he's about to be avenged, you bitch!' Harry yelled, pointing his wand at her. 'Stupefy!'

She jumped out of the spell's range, cackling madly. 'Aw, does baby Potter miss Sirius? How sweet.' She drawled.

'Enough of this shit, let's get down to business, Aunt Bella.'

'Finally, someone who agrees with me!' she exclaimed, advancing on Harry just as Draco pivoted on the spot. His wand now pointed at a bewildered Bellatrix.

'Goodbye, dear Aunt Bella.'

'WHAT- HOW DARE YOU, YOU TRAITOR! FILTHY LITTLE BLOOD TRAIT-'

'AVADA KEDAVRA!'

Two flashes of green hit Bellatrix and she fell to the ground, lifeless.

'That was for murdering the closest thing I had to a father,' Harry spat.

The young men were risking everything, them and so many others. Being careful not to step on the bodies of fallen warriors, the two made their way toward the hollow where their fate awaited.

Draco turned to see Harry locked in combat with Amycus, one of the supposed teachers at Hogwarts. He paused and in his daze, he failed to see Macnair advancing on him.

'Hello, our little blood traitor, why have you come crawling back, eh?'

He turned around but before Draco even had had the time to raise his wand and utter a spell, he heard a familiar voice just as a jet of green light went past his ear.

'Avada Kedavra!'

Draco seemed to be having his arse saved one too many times already and frankly, it wasn't doing very much on the man's ego. Being a Malfoy didn't seem to help either, adding on to it was the pride his bastard of a father had instilled in him when he was no more than a child, a toddler no less. Oh and not to mention his pride and everything. Simply put, Draco Malfoy did not appreciate getting his arse saved one too many times.

His tolerance steadily decreasing and his excessive amount of ego bruised, he turned to his 'savior'. Her black hair tossed back by the wind, by god, she glowed in the darkness.

'Good gods, woman, don't you ever listen?'

Hermione opened her mouth to say something but closed it, for once at a loss for words. Sighing, Draco picked her up easily, wary of her swollen tummy and sprinted toward a secluded hollow.

A prickle of unease washed over him as he watched her totter toward a fallen trunk settling herself on it after ha had put her down. Guilt was clearly written on her face. It was as if she wished she hadn't uttered the incantation to the Killing Curse. Well, it was too late now.

'Mia, listen. You have,' he emphasized on 'have' before he continued in an exasperated tone, 'to stay here. It's to dangerous for you out there! I can't summon Ginny here so I want you to swear to me that you won't leave here under any circumstances.'

Defeated, fatigue taking over her body, she nodded.

Blowing her a kiss, he turned tail and left the hollow to return to the fight, silently hoping she would keep to her word and praying nobody would stumble into the hollow and Merlin forbid, hurt her.

Lucius recognized his son from afar. He was taller now. His ghostly blond hair contrasted well with his slight tan. His arms were strong, much stronger than before and he had a rugged look now. In other words, he had grown into a man.

He hadn't seen the boy since he went into hiding after failing his mission to the Dark Lord. Bloody coward, he was. A disgrace to his father and the name of Malfoy.

He was exiting an empty hollow. Joining the battle, not leaving it. Out of curiosity, Lucius entered the hollow. He saw a girl, her back facing him, her silky black curls cascading down her back, it seemed to stand out in the darkness.

She had heard leaves rustling behind her. 'Draco, is that you?' she called out.

Draco, did she say?

Who was this girl?

And how did she know his son?

She was facing him now. The girl was pregnant and pretty far along by the looks of her. Something clicked the minute her rich chocolate brown eyes met his cold grey ones. He had seen a girl who looked similar to her before and this one, looked suspiciously like her. Some of her features were different though, her hair texture and color was one of them. And then it hit him.

Remembering the girl Draco used to mention with disgust; the mudblood witch, the know-it-all, who topped every single class.

Hermione Granger.

'Well, well, well, alone are we? You shouldn't be here, sweetheart especially not in your… ah, condition,' he said, his voice rang through the hollow, echoing. 'Hermione Granger, am I correct? Now, pray tell who got your mudblood self like this?'

'First of all, I am Hermione Raylin Snapeand I am no mudblood. Second, I most certainly will not tell you,' she answered calmly.

'A Snape, are we? Now, dear, why so defensive? Surely there's nothing to hide...' Lucius said in a conversational tone as he approached her menacingly.

'It is no business of yours!' she said, her voice rising an octave, she had started to back away.

'Hm, maybe so but you mentioned my son, which clearly makes it my business. Now tell me you little slut, who got you pregnant? Whose child are you carrying? Is it imbecile son's? The coward has always been soft...' he dropping his Mr-Nice-Guy act.

'He's a lot braver than you have or will ever be in your pathetic excuse of a life!' she hissed.

'How dare you... Leglimens!'

Hermione was caught off guard. She did not even have time to reach for her wand. Her mind was an opened book to Lucius. Draco had trained her in Occlumency but in her condition it seemed harder to concentrate.

It didn't take too long for Lucius to get his answer. All it took was a sentence, seven words. 'Draco, please… let me come at least...' It was rather one word in particular; Draco.

His son was going to pay.

Draco had wanted to check on Hermione, intending to find her pacing or asleep. He wasn't really prepared for what he saw. Or rather he was dreading it as he stepped into the hollow to see a blond man with long hair and features similar to his. 'Father,' he thought. The scene unraveled before him, there they were, the love of his life and the motherfucker who had once made his life a living hell. It looked as though his father was performing Leglimency on her. Draco cursed himself for leaving Hermione alone. He had taken oath to protect her with his life if the need to and was certainly not about to break it, not now not ever.

He announced himself with loud exaggerated steps, his voice clear and strong. His tone formal, with a dash of hostility and haughtiness.

'Hello Father.'