A/N: Thank you once again for your fantastic reviews. I'm sorry to say that this chapter does not have much Caroline action in it. A few of you have guessed as to what's going to happen. There will be some of you that will hate what I've done, but that's okay. I wasn't sure how graphic I was going to get in the memory of Lucius. I rewrote it a couple of times and decided to tone it down a bit. I hope you will not be too disappointed. The memory is in italics. Caroline will be back in the next chapter. :)

Disclaimer: All characters (except Caroline) belong to JKR.


Chapter 9

It was a bright, sunny morning. Not a cloud in the sky for once. Draco finished his coffee and went into his room to get ready. He had a lot to do that day. Fifteen minutes later he came out in his robes. They were the blackest of black and of the highest quality. Caroline had never seen him dressed like that. She started to giggle.

"What's wrong?" Draco looked down over his robes, thinking maybe something was on them or maybe somewhere the cloth was torn.

"You're wearing a dress!"

"What? This isn't a dress, they're my robes."

"It looks like a dress to me." She continued to giggle.

"We really do need to get going." He took Caroline by the hand and walked toward the fireplace. "We're going to use the Floo network. Promise me you won't scream."

"I'll do my best, but I can't promise anything."

Just to make certain, he said, "Silencio" at her and grabbed some floo power. He picked her up and yelled "Ministry of Magic!"


They arrived in one of the many fireplaces in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic and dusted themselves off. Caroline was awestruck. People were going from place to place with purpose. "Look, Draco. Everyone is wearing robes like you. Can I have my own robes? Do they come in pink?"

"Yes, you can have your own robes, and I don't know if they come in pink. I suppose you can get them in any color you want."

The Fountain of Magical Brethren really caught Caroline's eye. She ran up to it and splashed her hand in the pool of water. Opening up her purse, she grabbed a coin and tossed it into the water.

Draco smiled down at her. "What did you wish for?"

In a very serious tone she said, "I can't tell you or it won't come true." Their grey eyes locked together momentarily. Every time she made a wish, whether it was on a star or a coin tossed into a fountain, she always wished for the same thing. She didn't dare tell anyone about her wish because she wasn't taking any chances.

Draco took Caroline by the hand and headed toward security. After being cleared, they proceeded to take the lifts to Level Two where the Aurors offices were.

There were a million things that Draco would rather do than to visit Potter. But he promised he'd drop by to see this "special memory" of Lucius'.

Tonks came out of one of the offices and stooped down to Caroline's level. Her hair was purple then quickly changed to orange. Caroline started to laugh. "That's wicked. How do you do that? Can you change your hair to pink? That's my favorite color."

"Sure, that's my favorite too. You must be Caroline. I've heard so much about you. My name is Tonks. I'm Draco's cousin." Her hair changed to a vibrant pink. She stood up. "Hello, Draco. Harry's been chomping at the bit waiting for you to come."

"Oh, joy!" He said sarcastically.

"While you see Harry, I'll take Caroline on a little tour of the building."

"Thanks for the offer, but Caroline stays with me, Nymphadora."

She looked at him straight in the eye and said cryptically, "You really should let me take Caroline. She shouldn't be around when…"

"When what? Tell me."

She grabbed Caroline's hand and led her away. "Harry's waiting for you. I'll take good care of Caroline. We'll have an adventure. Right girlfriend?" She looked down at Caroline and winked.

"Right!" Caroline tried to wink back but it resulted in a blink instead.


Draco stepped into Harry's office and looked around. The room didn't have a lot in it – a desk, a couple of chairs, a filing cabinet…and a pensieve.

"Okay, here I am, Potter. I'm a very busy man, so let's get this over with." He noticed Harry looked nervous.

Harry gestured to the pensieve. "It's all ready for you. But you might want to drink this before you go." He handed Draco a glass of firewhiskey. Draco rolled his eyes but took the drink anyway and downed it quickly.

Draco slowly walked to the large stone object. "Here goes nothing." He leaned over and fell into Lucius' memory.


He was disoriented at first; then he realized he was in one of the small rooms in the Malfoy Manor dungeons.

Lucius was in the room waiting for someone. The room was very dark, but there were candles lit everywhere so one could see. It was furnished with only a table and two chairs. The door opened and two Death Eaters shoved a young girl into the room. That young girl was Hermione Granger.

The realization hit him that he was going to see Lucius rape Hermione. He immediately felt sick to his stomach.

"Ah, welcome to my party, you little mudblood bitch." He took off his cloak and draped it across one of the chairs. He started taking off his gloves one finger at a time.

Hermione silently stood in the middle of the room. She stared straight ahead, not daring to look at him. She left her Gryffindor courage at the door. Lucius took his wand from the top of his cane and made her clothes disappear except for her bra and knickers. He circled around her never taking his eyes off her body. He flipped her hair off her shoulder with the end of his cane. He ran the snake's head end of this cane up and down her arm, and then lifted her chin with it. She scrunched her eyes closed.

Lucius looked around the room and decided to transfigure one of the chairs into a canopied bed. He grabbed Hermione's hair and pulled her toward the bed and threw her down. He grabbed a goblet of wine and handed it to her. "Here, drink this."

She shook her head. "You've probably poisoned it."

"Probably. But you are going to drink it anyway. Do I have to use the Imperius Curse on you? Now drink."

She slowly sipped the wine. She had not had a lot to eat or drink lately, so it tasted good to her. She quickly drained the rest of the wine. Maybe it would be better if it was poisoned. Dying would be preferable to what she was going through now.

The door to the dungeons opened again and in walked Draco. "You wanted to see me, Father?" He looked around at the room and noticed Lucius sitting by a table holding a goblet of wine. One leg was crossed over the other and he looked very relaxed.

"Welcome to my party, Draco," he drawled. "You are the guest of honor." Draco heard whimpering from somewhere but couldn't tell where it was coming from.

"I've brought you a present, Draco." Lucius smirked and nodded to the corner of the room with a canopied bed. Lying on the bed was a small huddled figure.

Draco looked at Lucius confused. "What the hell?"

The dreams that Draco had been having were making sense now.

"You see, Draco, the Dark Lord has given me a task; one that I, unfortunately, cannot complete." He got up and walked over to the bed. He pulled the huddled figure around so that she faced them. Lucius grabbed her hair and pulled back her head so they could see her face.

Draco's eyes widened. "Granger!" Whatever was added to the wine was taking effect and she looked groggy. She couldn't keep her head up.

"Yes, the brightest witch of her age," drawled Lucius. "She's bested you in every subject, she's friends with that annoying Potter and Weasley, and she's a mudblood. Three very good reasons – how should I say this – for you to complete my task."

"And that task would be…?"

"Simple. To impregnate her."

Draco's eyebrows shot up. "What?"

"You heard me. The Dark Lord wants to make one of Potter's little friends a weak link. With one of them 'incapacitated' victory will be easier. Plus he will have a child from one of the Golden Trio to raise as his own to carry out his vision."

"Why me?"

Lucius sat back down. "Well, it's a little embarrassing. You see, I cannot father another child."

Draco barked with laughter. "You mean you're shooting blanks?"

"I guess that is one way to put it, and that is where you come in. Since we have physical similarities, the Dark Lord does not have to know."

"I'll know; she'll know." Realization dawned on him." Wait, you're going to obliviate us, aren't you?"

"You are too smart for your own good sometimes, Draco."

"Sorry, Father, I don't want any part of this." He started to turn on his heel to leave.

Lucius withdrew his wand. "Why do you young people always have to be so stubborn? Imperio!"

Draco froze and stared ahead. In the past Draco had been able to resist the Imperius Curse, but somehow Lucius was able to strengthen it substantially. He proceeded to command Draco to undress.

The real Draco watched incredulously. He knew Lucius was a twisted man, but he didn't think he would do that to his own son. Anger started to boil within him. He swore that if Lucius wasn't already dead, he would kill him with his bare hands.

Lucius handed him a goblet of wine. He had laced it with a potion to increase Draco's libido. Not he needed it being a teenage boy, but the older wizard was not taking any chances.

Getting more comfortable in his chair, Lucius was eager to watch the show. He was looking forward to watching his son 'perform' since he had heard all the rumors about Draco being a Slytherin Sex God. Yes, he was a very sick man indeed.

The cursed Draco crawled like a panther on the bed toward Hermione. She looked at him with glassy brown eyes. Her brain was fuzzy and it was hard for her to get a grasp of what was going on. He hovered over her a moment before dipping his head down and attacking her neck with his lips. She feebly tried to push him off, but she was no match for his strength.

The potion in the wine Draco drank kicked in. He feverously kissed up and down her jaw and brutally crashed his lips against hers. She whimpered and struggled to get out from under him as she realized what was inevitable. That made him even more aggressive.

He ripped off what little clothes she had on and placed one of his knees between her thighs to separate them. She started to struggle more. "No, please, no," she begged. He grabbed her hands with one of his and pinned them above her head with ease.

The real Draco felt helpless as he continued to watch. He would have given anything to be able to grab the other Draco off her and beat him senseless.

Having Hermione had been a fantasy of his since fourth year. Like most boys in Hogwarts, he really noticed her at the Yule Ball. He would think about her more than he should and would have given anything to have her in his bed. But not like this; never like this. It pained him to see her violated - by him no less.

Hermione's eyes locked onto his as she pleaded, "No, please no. Don't do this, Malfoy. Please don't." She was still very weak and her attempts to stop him here futile. His stormy eyes got even darker as he plunged himself into her and took her virginity.

She was too small and too dry for him and cried at the pain. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed. Draco continued to thrust in and out of her like a machine. She gave up the fight and just lay there motionless as he grunted one last time and climaxed. He then collapsed on top of her.

Lucius smiled with satisfaction. He was thankful his son did not disappoint. The Dark Lord would be very pleased.

After Draco cleaned up and got dressed, Lucius ushered him out the door. Outside he lifted the Imperius Curse and obliviated Draco's memory of the past hour. Draco blinked a few times and said, "You wanted to see me, Father?"

"Oh, it can wait. You looked tired."

"Yeah, for some reason I feel worn out...and strange. I think I'll go to bed. Goodnight, Father."

Inside, Hermione was curled up in a ball on the bed. Lucius stripped away her memories as well. For all she knew, Lucius was the cause of her soreness and pain. She wanted nothing more than to get out of that room and away from that monster.


Draco fell back from the pensieve and stood there with a blank look on his face. Harry handed him another drink in silence. Draco fell back hard on the chair and gulped down the firewhiskey. He motioned Harry to refill it.

He shook his blond head back and forth and whispered, "I raped her, not Lucius." He put his head in his hands and rocked back and forth.

For once in his life, Harry felt sorry for Draco. "It wasn't your fault. You were cursed."

"No, I should have been stronger and fought it. I raped her."

"Voldemort himself couldn't have fought off an Imperius of that strength."

Draco looked up at Harry. "Has she seen this? Does she know about it?"

Harry shook his head. "No, I found out about it after her accident."

"Good. I want you to destroy it. She is never to see that memory."

"But she has a right to know what really happened."

Draco raked his hands through his hair. "I'll tell her about it when the time is right, but I don't ever want her to see it."

Tonks lightly knocked on the door and peeked in. "Caroline has been asking for Draco. Is it alright if she comes in?"

Harry nodded as Caroline skipped into the room. She got up close to Draco and looked in his face. "Why do you look so sad, Draco?"

For the first time, Draco looked as his daughter. He scooped her up on his lap and hugged her tightly. He was never going to let her go.

"Oh, my sweet Caroline."