A/N: as most know, these characters do not belong to me, though the situation in which these characters end up was entirely my idea. I would like to thank J. K. Rowling for writing the six Harry Potter novels, for continuing after the first one, and for writing the seventh novel at this time. I hope the next one is as great as all of the rest. Now for those who are nice enough to actually read what I have written, please Review, I actually enjoy receiving feedback, but please if you have any criticism, make it constructive. Thank you all for reading.

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Wanting Some Play Time

The sun rose early the next morning, shedding light upon the dark walls of Hermione's room. In the corner of the room stood a tall blonde young man, barely over the age of nineteen, his eyes skimmed over the large king sized bed. He could see the outline of the young woman he was aching for, her curves visible even through the thick covers on her bed.

The young blonde walked with strength towards her, he knew what he wanted, and he would get it. As he reached the bed Hermione began to stir, her body twisting slightly as she turned on to her side. His heart began to beat faster as the mattress dipped under his weight and he crawled towards the unsuspecting woman.

The young man was about to nudge down the covers when the door creaked open.

"Draco, get off of her." The young blonde turned towards the scolding voice of Lucius Malfoy. "You know the rules, no going to the mudblood without my permission first."

"Forgive me father," Draco drawled, "but you said yesterday that I would get to play with your pet today."

"Don't put words in my mouth, Boy." Lucius spat. "Get down from that bed this instant, or you will never touch her or any other woman again."

The aristocrat seethed as his son glanced down at the woman underneath his body, her eyes slowly opening as the noise woke her.

"Besides, I promised your God-father that he could have a bit of play time with our favorite girl, once he arrived." Lucius grabbed his son by the scruff of his neck and dragged him from the bed. "Before he gets here, I wanted to have some time with the girl. Why don't you go play with Raiden, I'm sure your mother will allow the boy out of her sight for a moment. She's been obsessing over the boy and his red curls ever since he was born."

"But Father, Mum won't leave the kid alone for even a second, do you really think she'll let me take care of him." Draco whined. "Was she like this when I was a baby?"

"Yes Draco, your mother has some female obsession over babies and small children. If I knew having another baby in the house would get her to stop bothering me, I would have given her another child earlier. Of course now that I do know that, I haven't been giving dear Miss. Granger any contraceptive potions. Hopefully in a good nine to ten months you'll have another brother or sister toddling around the house."

Lucius smiled broadly at his son. "Now Draco, go to your mother while I work on getting your mother the next Malfoy child."

Draco glanced longingly one last time at the woman, as his father slammed the door to her bedroom in his face.

Maybe I'll get a bit of play time in later.

Draco decided to go to the breakfast nook and found his mother with her favorite little boy gurgling in her arms.

"Morning Mum, Raiden, how is everything this fine morning."

"Your father did it again, didn't he? He's in there playing his 'Little Games' with that child. The poor girl must have bruises everywhere by now, with the way your father plays, I'm surprised she's not dead yet." Narcissa Malfoy was still the epitome of grace, even after her female services had been offered to her husbands Death Eating brothers, and his dear Dark Lord.

She knew the darkness entombed within each of the Dark Lord's servants was tearing the unfortunate child apart. It seemed that at least once a month the girl had a new Death Eater torturing her in the crudest ways; the dear child never had a moment to get a way from those men--each the essence of true evil-- trying to rip her in two.

The sweet child in her arms giggled, and squealed, as Draco began to make funny faces at the little boy.

"Your going to make a great father one day Draco." Narcissa smiled at her son. "You'll be so much better than your father was. I can tell; you actually have a heart that feels."

A/N: Okay, so I have the next chapter coming soon. Please Review and tell me what you think. Thank you again.