Thank you to those that reviewed. I know it has been a while since I had updated so I wasn't expecting much but I'm grateful to those of you who took the time to do it. I'm not sure how many more chapters I'm gonna do, I liked the idea of leaving it open ended to always be able to add more. But I also don't want the chapters to get repetitive. Open to suggestions, but not promising anything.

Warning...I guess you could say this has mention of rape? Sort of. But if your easily triggered I suppose don't read.

Disclaimer: Can I just make one for the whole story already?

Pansy leaned back in her chair with her eyebrows raised, "wow."

"You can say that again," Blaise who was sitting next to her ran a hand down his face for about the hundredth time that evening.

Draco nodded, he had just explained everything that Hermione had told him the night before. They had sat in her room in silence for a little while longer before she had urged him to go, feeling the effects of the potion start to wear off.

He had found himself wanting to stay, to not leave her alone. He had felt some sort of camaraderie brewing where she was concerned, and it was almost as if it was easier now that he knew she was actually a Zabini, as stupid as it may have seemed. It wasn't like it forgave the way he had acted in the past, but she didn't seem to hold any grudges.

"I can't believe that he basically raised her as cattle, and she knew the whole time that she was going to be slaughtered," Pansy said.

"I can, he's always been a crazy old man hasn't he?" Blaise nearly shouted. He wasn't entirely sure how to feel about Hermione, but at the moment he felt nothing for her but pity. Even with the revelation that she was his sister, he didn't feel any sort of familial connection to her at all.

"Who would have thought any of this was going to happen? It's like we're living a bad dream," Daphne's voice was small from the corner of the room.

They all nodded in unison, a bad dream indeed.

Theo hit the punching bag in front of him again, smearing the blood from his knuckles across the dirty white surface, but he didn't feel it. He didn't feel anything.

"Oy, mate. You're gonna break your hand," Seamus said, coming into the area that they had made into muggle style gym. For some reason a large number of male students had been assigned to the same safe house and there was a lot of aggression and testosterone in such a small area, so a few of them had gotten together to make the gym.

Theo had basically lived in that gym since he'd arrived. He caught the bag as it swung back at him and sighed, reaching down for his water bottle, "that's what potions are for."

Seamus frowned at him as he laced up his shoes, "the potions are meant for the people who get injured out on missions, Nott. Not people who feel like banging themselves up just to do it."

Theo frowned back at him and rolled his eyes. He hunched over and drew into himself as Harry and Ron entered the room, he didn't like either of them much. He didn't know if it was because they were Hermione's best friends, or because Ron still thought that Hermione was his and honestly that really bothered Theo.

He had to wonder how much of his and Hermione's relationship was real and how much was a lie. She had told him that she had loved him once, he wondered if she still did. It had been months since he had left the Manor, and rumor had it that her and the Dark Lord were sharing a bed. Whether that meant just spending a lot of private time together or actually being intimate, he didn't know.

The Dark Lord didn't seem like the type of man to be bothered with physical attractions, however it had greatly bothered him that Theo was openly vying for her affections. Bothered him so much that Hermione had thought he was in danger, so she sent him away so that he wouldn't get himself killed. But he already felt dead on the inside after hearing those rumors, and he could only hope that Draco would keep her as safe as he could without blowing his cover.

Ron walked by, glaring at him, but Harry actually came over to sit next to him on the bench. "I've received a letter from Malfoy, I thought you might want to take a look," his words were quiet, as if he didn't want Ron and Seamus to overhear.

He gave a slight nod and stood, heading out of the gym, hearing Harry tell the other two that he needed Theo's knowledge on a dark arts spell. He smirked, damn Gryffindors were so much like Slytherins at times.

Harry appeared outside a moment later, and motioned for Theo to follow him. They walked outside through a small courtyard and took a seat on the ivy covered bench in the corner. Harry pulled out the parchment and handed it over to Theo, he didn't let go of it however when Theo grabbed it.

"You aren't going to like what it says, I know I didn't," Harry's voice sounded like it was going to break. He finally let go and got up to leave so that Theo could have privacy.

Theo waited until he had disappeared back inside before unfolding the parchment and after taking a deep breath, he started to read.

Potter,

She almost killed Daphne today. Surprisingly it was Pansy who talked her down from it, they seem to have formed a sort of friendship-if you could call it that. I never thought I would say this, but I'm downright terrified of her. The Dark Lord won't be leaving on any more trips without her, he's become obsessive to the point where I would venture to say he cares for her. She's done her job well, and the time to strike will be soon. I think we can save her, I think we have to try. I don't know why I care honestly, maybe it's for Theo's sake, maybe I feel bad after learning of everything she's gone through. But you have to start preparing for the end, and it has to be soon. I can never tell if what I hear is true or if the Death Eaters are just talking nonsense, but word is he's going to try and tie her to him. At first I thought that meant make her a horcrux or something like it, but Pansy said she's no longer taking certain potions, which lead her to believe that the Dark Lord plans on having her give him an heir. We were trying to make sure that doesn't happen, slipping the potion into her drinks, but Daphne got caught today by a house elf who has pledged her loyalty to Hermione, whether she's good or bad. Her guard is up when it comes to all of us, Pansy included. Work fast, Potter. We don't have much time.

D.L.M.

Theo felt like he was going to be sick moments before turning around to lose his lunch in the bushes. The letter not only confirmed that she was sleeping with the Dark Lord, but it also confirmed that she'd completely allowed herself to be consumed by the dark side.

A hand came to rest on his shoulder but he didn't turn around, he knew it was Harry. He'd been a decent guy to him ever since Theo had come to them, knowing of the relationship him and Hermione had had. He hadn't even been mad, just said that Hermione had been happy when they were seeing each other at Hogwarts, and that's all that mattered to him.

Theo had felt that it was a little strange, for Harry to accept him so easily. It was like there was more to it, but Harry wasn't telling him the rest of the story. He always seemed to be in the dark about whatever was going on, no matter what side he was on.

But after reading that note, he planned on getting to the bottom of this particular story.

Draco fixed his stare forward at a random spot on the wall, clenching and unclenching his fists as Hermione walked around him. He'd been summoned to her room, where she had been lounging on the sofa in front of the fireplace, wearing a black corset with stockings and a lacy robe that was open over it. Upon arriving, he had questioned why she needed to see him when she was dressed in such attire.

That had been a mistake.

She'd crucio'd him on the spot, nothing that had hurt too badly, but enough to make him remember it wasn't his place to question her. And now she was circling him like he was a wounded animal that she was ready to pounce on and tear apart.

"I'm sure you've heard the rumors that the Dark Lord wants me to bear him an heir, that's why you and your little friends were trying to feed me that potion weren't you?" Her voice sounded like pure velvet, and he hated himself for reacting to it, but it left whispers on his skin that made his cock twitch. He frowned, remembering that his body had betrayed him once before in this very room when she was speaking to him, and he found it strange that his mind was thinking anything but those kinds of thoughts.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about, my lady. I assure you I knew nothing of Daphne's plan," he responded, always the obedient soldier. She had to believe that he was loyal to her.

She ran her fingers down his arm as she walked behind him, then brought both arms around his waist, pressing herself against his back as she stood on her toes to whisper, "the problem, my dear Draco, is that even though he is all powerful, he is in truth only a half-blood."

Draco turned his head to the side, causing her lips to brush against his ear sending shivers down his spine, "I'm afraid I don't understand."

She smiled, all red lips and perfect straight white teeth, as she moved to stand in front of him. She took his face in her hands and drew herself closer so that her chest was up against his, "the Dark Lord has restraints against siring another half-blood. You see, dear Draco, it would make sense to give him a Pureblooded heir. After all, that is what he stands for."

Draco's brows furrowed in confusion, she couldn't possibly be talking about what he thought she was talking about. He tried to pull his face away from her but he found that he couldn't move. He realized that she had once again frozen him with non verbal magic. His blood turned cold, and his eyes searched hers frantically.

"Pardon me, my Lady, but I don't think I quite follow what you are trying to say."

She threw her head back and laughed and it was the most melodic sound Draco had ever heard in his life. He tried to shake his head clear of those thoughts but it was like he had been drugged and it was slowly starting to take effect. She let go of his face as she backed away from him and slowly moved to stretch out on the sofa. After a few moments he was able to move again, and found himself walking towards her, even though his mind was screaming for him to stop.

"It was hard to convince him that this would be the best way, that a Pureblood heir was what he needed instead of a true heir that would only be a half-blood. Consider this payback for all the wretched things you did to me in school, because what better punishment than forcing you to give me a child that you may or may not live to see grow up and completely destroy the world. Your only child who will never know you as a father, but as a soldier in his father's army. Yes, it was hard to convince the Dark Lord that this would be the best way, but it wasn't hard to convince him that you would be the best choice."

Draco's instincts were telling him to run but his body wouldn't listen, he didn't know what non verbal magic she was using but it felt like a body bind curse, amortentia and an Imperio all in one. By the time she had finished speaking he found himself on his knees in front of her, hands on either side of her now that she was sitting up, looking slightly up so that his eyes were locked on hers again.

"Oh how the mighty have fallen hmm, Malfoy? Still, I never could deny those infamous Malfoy looks. Even when I hated you so, I couldn't deny that you were beautiful. But I settled for Theo…and now?" She took his chin in her hand as she lowered her face to his, her voice wrapping around him like a set of silk sheets that had delicious promises of pleasure. His mind grew foggy but he felt her lips on his as she laid the barest of kisses on them.

"Now I'll settle for you too."

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