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Their Destiny

by lookimacloud

Chapter

Situations Simply, Not Simple


"Draco what is going to happen now?" Hermione wished she knew the ins and outs of Draco's life as well as she'd thought she did.

"I really have no idea. First we get you fed so that baby doesn't miscarry. Then I guess we marry. I don't think my father would have it any other way. We might even have to turn you tonight. That depends on the Dark Lord."

"But that would mean that I need to drink from a human?" she asked in despair. That was one thing she had not thought through enough. She would now have to drink human blood. But, she would be with Draco.

They walked down the hall in silence for a few more moments. Each of them consumed by their own thoughts.

"After we get back to school we can talk to McGonagall and explain what happened."

Hermione thought about this and nodded. The Headmistress would understand their plight.

When they reached Hogsmead, Draco steered Hermione into the very same ally that she'd woken up in. There, he told her where to apparate.

Draco's home was beautiful. Hermione noted the dark stone walls and the extensive antique furniture. She had landed in the foyer next to Draco, who immediately took her hand in his own. She felt him tremble and felt how he tried to suppress it.

"Draco. I see you have not returned empty handed. Bravo." Soft clapping came from the shadows and Hermione knew that this was Malfoy Sr. Her soon to be father-in-law.

She wrapped her arm around Draco's waist and took his abandoned hand with her other.

"Oh such a touching scene Lucius. I don't remember Narcissa ever being this clingy." An elder man came forward and walked around them. Hermione knew he was studying her from head to toe. She felt Draco stiffen against her.

"Yes she is perfect."

"Stay away from her Grandfather. I don't even want you talking to her."

At this Hermione stiffened. Could this man be so bad? She knew that Draco's father was evil, but she had never seen Draco say something like that to him.

"Oh but I only want to play." The old man sneered her way while she stared him down.

"You will never 'play' with her. She is mine. I am the only one who will ever drink from her."

Drink? Hermione suddenly realized that she had not done all of her research. She now realized the danger she was in. Love, she guessed, was blinding after all. She would have to extensivly study her new situation later.

"Oh come now Draco. It is just a little blood. To strengthen the family ties a bit. You know. Your father was much more agreeable with this issue." Draco's grandfather looked at her although he wanted to eat her alive. Hermione was tempted to hex him.

"Oh now dear, there is no need to hex me. I am only wanting to make your acquaintance." he smiled at her.

Hermione cursed herself for fool as she remembered any vampire older than 300 years would be able to hear the thoughts of any vampire bonded into the family. Apparently, she had better marry Draco fast. Then she needed to go home so Draco could share his defense against mind reading with her.

"My thoughts exactly dear." the elder man replied. She scowled.

"We came to make her mine. I suggest we get on with this quickly." Draco announced. He'd had enough of the banter. All he wanted was to get Hermione to safety. "We do have to get back to school before we are missed you know." he added.

"Yes of course." Draco's father moved across the room and motioned for the rest to follow him.

Draco pulled Hermione further into his side as they continued down a short hall into an open living space. Here, he walked them over to the nearest couch to sit.

"I called for a Ministry Official the moment I felt her blood through you. The man should arrive at any moment. You would expect them to be prompt but.." Draco's father waved the rest off with a swish of his hand. "In any case, I expect you to be together tonight. And tomorrow night, the Dark Lord will see you about the rest. He simply could not be bothered with it at the moment."

For this Draco was glad. The last thing he needed was for Hermione to have the Dark Mark burned into her skin on such an eventful night. She still had a chance to run tonight. But after, well, after she became a Death Eater, it wouldn't matter where she hid.

As Draco watched his Father pace the room, there was a pounding on the front door. This was it. Both his father and grandfather left the room to answer the door. This gave him a chance to talk to Hermione in private.

"Hermione." he whispered. "You need to eat. I know you don't feel it now, but you really need to tonight. I took a lot from you and you need it back. I don't want my family to know about the child so keep quiet. After we go back to Hogwarts I will go into the forest and find you a little something to tide you over until tomorrow night."

"But…"

"No listen to me. You need to eat. You need to be careful now that you are a vampire. That baby will not be healthy if you do not take care of yourself every moment. After the ceremony I will get us out of here as fast as I can. But don't do anything that might lead them to suspect the child. And don't look my Grandfather in the eye until after we marry or he will try to read your mind. Got that?"

Hermione nodded just as his father and grandfather entered the room with a short, balding man. This was it.

Draco stood and offered his hand to her. Hermione took his palm into her own and entwined their fingers. Draco gave her hand a small squeeze.

"Okay then," The balding man began surveying them up and down. He then glanced at the two elder men, and then at a stack of papers he held in his hand. "You are Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger." he confermed. ''I need you two to sign these papers before I bind you together."

"What is it?" Draco demanded.

"It is just a contract stating that any child you have together will be raised away from you until eleventh year. Standard vampire procedure."

"No" they both said at the same time. Hermione glanced at Draco. Her frantic gaze then searched that of the Ministry Official.

"That is not a law and I will not sign it." She told him. "I will raise any child I have with my husband."

"But," the man looked a bit flustered. "I was told that you are not a vampire Miss Granger. And, that Mr. Malfoy is a registered vampire. It is custom for the parents of vampire children to send those children away for their beginning years so that they can learn to control themselves around others."

"No." she repeated, anger rising.

"Alright then Miss Granger. It is of no consequence. We can use the alternative rout of day care instead. And I am sure that your new relatives would be all too happy to help you educate your future children. Now shall we begin?"

Hermione had never been so mad. Take her baby from her? Who had ever thought of that custom? She stared the short man, willing him to feel her anger, and pulled her and Draco's joined hands in front of them. The man kept his eyes adverted the whole time he chanted the spell that married them. Upon it's completion, Hermione leaned over and kissed Draco. It was a muggle tradition, but she didn't care. Draco would have to get used to some of her muggle ways. And from the intensity in which he kissed her back, she figured he didn't mind too much.

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They opted to leave the very moment after they were wed. Draco's father tried to get them to stay and celebrate with a sharing of each other's blood, but Draco was having none of that.

He and Hermione apparated into Hogsmead where Hermione headed strait back to the rooms and Draco headed strait into the forbidden forest.

Hermione was not prepared for what awaited her when she arrived at the Head's quarters. It was after hours and still, Harry, Ron, and Neville managed to not get caught sitting outside the entrance.

"Where is he Hermione?" Harry demanded. He stood from where he'd been sitting and stretched out his limbs. "Tell us what is going on." Harry then begged. It wasn't like Harry to beg for anything when he was angry. And Hermione knew he was bloody well mad at her. She wanted to thank him for being so nice to her under the circumstances but didn't dare.

"Draco is not here with me now and that is all you three need to know."

"What was that earlier Hermione?" Ron demanded "What the bloody hell is going on here? Is this anothe rspell or potion?"

"Once again, you don't need to know. I just went out. What are you doing here anyway? I could have you all serve detention for this you know." She didn't really want to give them detention because they were her friends, but she was tired and just didn't want to deal with this right now. It was good to remind others of your authority in case they say something to get you mad. And Hermione had had enough excitement for tonight. She wanted her friends to tread lightly and not bother her. She felt she had given fair warning.

"Hermione please." Neville yawned. "These two got me out of bed for support. Just tell them something so that I can go back to sleep and stop breaking curfew."

"Go to bed then Neville. They wont learn anything that they wont take exception to anyway and you want some sleep tonight."

"Darn right I do. G'night then." Neville nodded to her and waved goodbye to Ron and Harry.

Her two other friends just watched Neville go like it was of no consequence.

"Okay look, I married Draco tonight alright!" Ron collapsed to the floor and Harry had to grab the wall for support to remain standing. Hermione did not like where this was going. "This is serious and we are going to remain married. And you might as well know right now that we have been seeing each other for a while. And while we're at it, I am going to take the dark mark when Voldemort gets around to it. I will not be evil but I would be able to help out The Order by doing it. If there is another way I will do that instead but I can't think of one right now. I'm tired and I want to go to bed."

By the time she finished her little speech Hermione noticed that Ron had all but fainted and Harry was shaking so badly that she thought he must have either gone into shock or he was going to lash out at her. Either way, that was the end of it because she spoke the password not caring if they knew it or not, and rushed into her dorm without a backward glance.

The blood lust was on. He could feel it in his bones. The trees in the forest wafted in the breeze under the darkness of midnight. Two rabbits, six rats, and one owl would have to do for the night. Draco toted the nine dead over the grounds until he reached Hermione's opened window. The sound of her sobs carried through the silence of the outdoors.

"Hermione?" He questioned. This was not good. He felt like such a bastard. The Prince of Slytherin got the girl he wanted just where he wanted her, and now she regretted the whole thing. The anger boiled inside him for a few moments before he couldn't take it anymore. "It's all your fault." he growled. Hermione lifted her head from her pillow and gasped. Draco dropped the food he'd gathered for his wife and stepped over the window pane.

"What do you mean this is my fault?"

"It was your choice because I told you to run. Now look at you. You are now everything I wanted you to be and you are everything that you can't stand. Tell me, are you going to abort this baby? Are you going to run to your precious Potter and Weasel and beg them to keep you away from Voldemort? Away from me?" Draco felt himself stiffen against his will. She couldn't. She wouldn't… "I won't let you."

Hermione looked shocked. Her eyes widened, making it seem like they might pop out of her eye sockets. Her hands shook when she shifted them to the bed frame to steady herself. She looked like a frightened angel.

"I would never get rid of this baby. I hate that you would think that. I should hex you right now for that insult. You, Draco Malfoy, are not my favorite person right now. Get out of my room or I will call for McGonagall and get you expelled. And don't tell me that I won't because I have had a very bad night and right now I wouldn't put anything past myself."

Draco glared at her. She had a bad night? Had she really? So she became a vampire, got into a fight with Weasel and Potter, married him, found out she was going to be the Dark Lord's follower whether she liked it or not, okay, so maybe she had. And now she regretted it all. Reaching down to pick up one of the rabbits, Draco walked across the room towards his wife.

"Here. You need to have something. Let me show you how to call your teeth to drink. After you eat I'll leave if that is what you still want."

Hermione was so confused. She didn't feel like her normal assertive self at all. Harry and Ron hated her. How was she ever going to get them to understand that she loved Draco? After years of friendship, she threw it away for love. And now she was going to help The Order and help Draco fight against Voldemort. She knew she was right but she didn't know how to convince her stubborn "set in their ways", bullheaded friends.

But what was wrong with Draco? Had she upset him? She just wanted to curl up and die right there. Hermione had never had suicidal thoughts before. All of a sudden everybody she had ever loved didn't like her. Draco thought she would get rid of her child. She hated being pregnant. She was an emotional wreak. However was Ginny dealing with it?

Draco placed one hand on her cheek and turned her to face him fully. She didn't want to move. To look him directly in the eyes would prove that he was mad at her. She didn't want to deal with that right now when she wasn't sure how she was even going to fix her friendships. "Look at me." he whispered. Still, she couldn't.

Draco slid a fur ball directly under her chin. The blood soaking it's neck smelled wonderful. She wanted to find the wound it had and lick it clean. That sounded so wrong. She should have been grossed out, but she wasn't. Hermione grasped the little animal with her left hand and brought it to her nose. The aroma was intoxicating. She pushed the fur aside and took the animal from Draco's grasp. Blood.

Draco watched Hermione's curiosity with her food. He saw that focusing on the scent of blood took everything off her mind. She wasn't thinking about killing his baby now. She wasn't thinking about hating him for turning her. The only thought running through her mind was the sweet smell of the rabbit's blood. With a small sigh of relief, Draco took the animal from Hermione's hand and brought it to his mouth. He showed her by example how to puncture the animal just right. Hermione leaned in close to him. At first, Draco thought she was going to snatch her snack away from him. But she only reached up to grasp the rabbit and as his example, sank her teeth into the other side of it.

Draco had never done this before. He had never fed on the same animal with another vampire before. He could feel her pulls as she drank as though they were his own. It was an all consuming experience. He could feel the vibrations of her convulsing throat. For that one moment in time, they were one with each other.

Hermione was getting frustrated. She had long since sucked the fur ball dry. Yet she still sat on her bed with Draco and held the same position. They stared into each other's eyes and she knew they were thinking the same thing. They belonged to one another. She watched Draco retract his teeth and let the animal go. She followed his example and did the same. She dropped the thing on her floor and still held his gaze.

He placed his hands on either side of her thighs and she came to him. He pushed his hands towards her hips and yanked her the rest of the way. Draco was hard for her. She felt that the moment she landed on his lap with her thighs on either side of his. She felt him where she wanted him the most. At the very core of her. Draco shifted his position so that he was sitting on the bed a bit more comfortably and she didn't mind. Kneeling in front of him, she only wanted him to own her.

Hermione eased Draco's hands from her hips up her sides and back down. She wanted him to roam. But, like in the past, Draco would not move unless Hermione moved him herself, or she begged. It was a game he liked to play. And Hermione was way beyond begging at the moment. She could taste the blood on her tongue. She could feel the power of their kiss as though they were in the midst of sharing one.

After the fourth time of forcing Draco's hands up and down her curves, Hermione was getting really frustrated. She pushed her new husband back on the bed and took over herself. She kissed him and felt their power flow through them both. She grasped his hips and yanked his pelvic bone into her core at an angle and cried out from the pleasure of it.

Hermione never felt their clothing being removed but it must have happened somehow. Draco cupped her right breast as she grind against him. He then took the tip into his mouth. She watched him at he watched for her reaction. Hermione was determined to make him work for what he wanted the same way he was making her work. He sucked and pulled at her nipple until it was tight. Then he drew more and more of her breast into his mouth and it made her gasp. Even with a mouth full of her breast Hermione could tell he was smiling.

She decided to give equal measure. She grind her hips against him one last time as he pulled at her nipple with his teeth. Then, she reached for him. Draco was hard to the touch like silk over steel. She was still shocked by this more then anything else. That certain part of him always surprised her even when she looked forward to it. She wondered if she would ever get over her response to him. As he grasped her hand around his member and pushed her thumb over the tip of him, she hoped she never would.

His breath was like heat over her skin. His mouth sucked her and pulled at her until she was unable to do anything but sob and take it. His hand grabbed that same breast and squeezed it just enough so that it hurt and felt good all at the same time. Over the time she had spent in Draco Malfoy's bed, she had learned that she liked a little pain with her pleasure.

"Please, please Draco." she begged. She wanted him to mark her. She didn't know why but suddenly that was what she knew she had to have. She wanted him to sink his teeth into her breast.

Hermione writhed above him and then sat up withholding his feasting from him. "I want you to mark me. I don't know why but I do. Why do I want that?" she asked sinking down upon his member and pulling a shout from him. She must have been taking him too slowly for his immediate needs though because he grabbed her and sat her down as far as she could go, making her gasp. He always filled her so much. She was complete. Hermione began to rotate her hips while she waited for his answer. At this point, both of them were panting and could hardily voice a cohesive thought.

"B-because you are my ma-te." Draco gasped. "You will always want me to mark you. A-nd later, you will want to mark me…as I want to mark you."

"Why?"

"S-so other women stay away."

"Oohh." She finally understood. She paused in her movements for a split second to move downward, offering her breast to him again, before she began an all new rhythm. "Take me."

Draco stared at her for the longest while and Hermione feared he wouldn't do it. He kissed her nipple with the lightest of touches. Then he let the barest tip of his fangs graze the top of her breast as he sucked. It didn't hurt. And when he bit down, it was heaven. They both came in that moment. Draco spilled himself inside Hermione and Hermione cried into his eager mouth as her blood smeared against his chest.

It wasn't the longest that they had allowed themselves to have sex. It was also the least amount of foreplay that they had ever had. But in that one orgasm, they held the world. Power flooded through both of them. They thrilled it in and road it all the way through until it was a river of contentment.

In the afterglow, Draco rested softly inside his wife, and Hermione wrapped her legs around her husband to keep him there. The fell asleep in a most comforting embrace and left all their worries for the morning's light.


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