For the second time that day, Hermione was awoken by the cold air chilling her bones
For the second time that day, Hermione was awoken by the cold air chilling her bones. Her hair was sticking to her face with sweat, but as she tried to wipe it off she realized her arm was cuffed around the wrist. Really starting to panic, she frantically tried to pull herself free. It seemed as if she was fastened to a hard stone table. She was cuffed to it at her wrists, ankles, and around her stomach. Her stomach had a horrible burning sensation coming from it, she felt as if she was going to be sick. She muttered a few spells, but without her wand, they were pointless. Tears started running down her cheeks as she realized how stupid she had been. She hadn't even bothered to lock the doors! She had been put at an ill sense of ease in her quiet muggle neighborhood, only to be abruptly snapped back in to reality. Once again she tried helplessly to free herself, but the cold iron shackles didn't even budge.
"Its no use, save your energy mudblood." Said a cool drawling voice from a dark corner of the room.
"You!" Shrieked Hermione. "I should have known you'd be behind this. You're the only one I know sick enough to pull this off. Now GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE MALFOY!!"
"Why would I do that when watching you squirm is the most entertainment I've had all summer?" the blonde boy replied, a note of bitterness to his voice.
Hermione was too angry and scared to catch his tone. She wasn't giving up her fight with the table and the skin was beginning to rub raw on her wrists and ankles. She tried desperately to peer through the darkness but it was unrelenting. She let out a wail of frustration and stilled for a moment, breathing heavily while the tears still flowed freely.
"I would stop the screeching little mudblood, unless you want all the death eaters to join the little peep show you're putting on. That bathing suite doesn't leave much to the imagination and most of them don't have as much self control as I do…" He trailed off, Happy with himself for igniting even more fear in the trapped girl.
"What? There are more of you here? You ASSHOLE! Oh Malfoy when I get out of here you are so dead! You'll be lucky if Harry and Ron find you first you disgusting little ferret!"
"When you get out of here Harry and Ron will probably disown your whorey ass… Oh just GIVE UP on the cuffs, they obviously aren't going to budge!"
"What? How can you see me in here?" She stopped moving at once.
"I've been in the dark for so long my eyes have adjusted I guess. I'd give you the full tour of my summer home but I wouldn't want you running off telling the other half of your golden trio how extravagantly I live, don't want to make the poor weasel jealous now do we?"
Hermione clearly noted the sarcasm in his voice. Her face fell even further. If he was trapped here too, he couldn't break her out no matter how much she screamed at him. She decided to go about freeing herself with a little more composure.
"Why are you stuck in here too? Who trapped me here? WHY am I here?" She tried to sound calm and gentle so he would hopefully not scream at her and she could get some answers. However, the panic in her voice was clearly evident as her last question came out strangely high-pitched.
"Geesh Granger one question at a time! Why should I answer you anyways, I'll probably just be in more trouble for having a conversation with a filthy mudblood like you." He sneered at her, Finally deciding to get up and get a closer look at the helpless little witch in front of him.
"Please Malfoy, just try to be civil for once in your life! You think you could be in more trouble thank this? It's not like anyone can here us anyways." She said the last part more to reassure herself than him.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that if I were you"
She gasped, realizing he was right beside her now. She squinted in the dark, willing herself to see him. Finally she was able to make out the outline of his shoulders, then his face. She became conscious of how tall he was, and how thin. He slowly reached out and touched her cheek. It was so long since he had any type of human contact, and he closed his eyes just feeling the warm damp flesh under his fingers.
"Please Malfoy," she repeated softly. "Just tell me what is going on… if it's a plot to get Harry, he won't even know I'm gone for three more days." She mentally smacked herself, realizing she shouldn't have let that last bit slip.
"He doesn't need Harry, not right now anyways. He wanted you. He is going to use you to make an heir for himself and continue on the Slytherin blood line."
"WHAT!? She shrieked, more loudly than intended. "You can't be serious, that's just ridiculous, I mean no way, that's just stupid. He can't do that!"
"I'm afraid he can mudblood. And it doesn't seem like you are in any position to fight off his advances. You're going to be the mother of the next Dark Lord. Sucks to be you."
"You are such an asshole Malfoy! You think life will improve for you once there are two of them!?
Malfoy considered this. The mudblood was probably right, but there was no way for him to change the plan at hand anyways, and going along with it seemed as if it would get him out of this hellhole.
"Maybe not, but it will get me out of this god forsaken dungeon. I think he even intends on letting me go back to school. You as well I presume, I'm supposed to keep an eye on you after this."
"That doesn't make any sense. And besides, you can't watch me all the time. I can just kill it once I'm out of here. I'm sure I can, I've read about abortion potions and they seem fairly simple to make. Who's to say I'll get pregnant anyways? It's not like it's a guaranteed hit every time. Fertility potions take days to take effect, even if it is administered at the right time of the month."
"If I'm not mistaken, he is going to inject you with the fertility potion, so it shouldn't take more than a couple of hours."
She felt even sicker realizing at once what the burning sensation in her stomach was. She had already been injected. Her last hope started to dwindle when she grasped the fact that Malfoy really was telling the truth. She thought of one more thing that could help her in this horrible situation.
"Maybe it won't be evil…. Seriously Voldemort had a bad childhood, if I love the child, maybe it won't turn out to be bad."
Upon hearing her last plea for hope, Malfoy had to chuckle to himself. Stupid Gryffindor, the Dark Lord was right, they are way too trusting.
"You've got to be kidding me. It's Salazar Slytherin's blood! It's liquid evil, not one of them has done anything remotely decent, no matter how great their life was. Slytherin himself was rich and had a wife and kids, his life couldn't have been that bad, and he was just as evil if not worse than the Dark Lord himself… You Gryffindors can be so naïve sometimes."
"It doesn't matter, I'll just kill it once I'm out of here."
"You really think you could murder your own flesh and blood? Besides, fertility potions have built in protection for the fetus. The couple that takes one is supposed to want the baby so bad that once the couple fucks, there is no turning back. The baby is protected as long as it's inside the mother. The only way it would die is if the mother died. You dirty little know it all mudblood should know that. So basically you're screwed. You're going to get fat and pregnant no matter what. Shame really, you do have quite a nice body."
Hermione turned red at the comment, but was too angry and scared to say anything back. As the reality of her situation sunk in, she willed someone to find and help her... anyone. Still the only one in the room was Malfoy, and a lot of help he could be to her. Even after being locked up for two months he was still an arrogant ass.
"There's got to be something we can do!" She thought out loud. "Think Hermione, think!"
"I thought the mental act was Potty's thing, not 'Know it all, Question all Granger."
"Shut up ferret, I need to concentrate!"
"No use, you can't put off the inevitable. The first little spermy to swim through that gaping hole of yours and implant itself in your little mudblood egg is going to be your new baby. How do you think your parents will take the news?"
"If I were you I would shut up. You're all excited about going back to Hogwarts; do you really think I won't kill you when you get there? Trust me, you're better off here."
"You've been here what, an hour? You think you know what it's like living in this hole! Just waiting for the Dark Lord to come in and crucio you just for the hell of it? Starving and dirty, ridiculed by the ones you thought were your friends. You know NOTHING Granger!"
"I know as much that you are too cowardly to go against the man who put you in this situation. I know that you are going to help him with his plan, knowing you will just end up like this again, or worse, no matter what you do for him."
"Even if I wanted to stop the plan, there's nothing I can do. If there was a way to floo Weasel here so you could have his do gooder baby instead and you three could grow up to be sickeningly happy I would. Well as long as I wouldn't have to witness it I would. But there's nothing I can do. Just drop it Granger."
Hermione was completely shocked that he would admit to not wanting Voldemort's plan to succeed. Maybe there was some good left in him after all. He did have a point though she thought bitterly. The potion ensured that she would get pregnant and there was no one around to beat Voldemort's sperm to the egg. Unless…
"Umm... Malfoy?"