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Kingsley the Rat

Draco's Hurt

"You didn't like me touching you? I thought you had." Draco's face betrayed his pain. What if I've lost her? The idea of losing her was unthinkable, what to do? His father was going to get his wish. He'd never forgive his dad.

She turned bright red, "That is the problem, I did, I liked it too well. I shouldn't have because I love Ron and Harry, forever, since I was eleven. I would die for them."

Her words hurt him, his heart ached. Damn, don't cry, don't let her see your pain. He had never cried for a witch, but this hurt badly.

"Let me go; I want to go to my world. It is the time that I grow up; my dad is dead because I wanted to be here."

"I don't get it about your parents, are you from the continent? Muggle royals? It is all the same; you cannot leave, they will Obliviate you, they will erase all these years."

"No, they won't."

"Yes, ask anyone," he needed to scare her, it was his only chance. If that were all he had, he would use it; fear was a good deterrent. He wanted her to stay.

She ran out the room, still wrapped in a towel and called for help.

An Auror rushed in. One that didn't like the Malfoy or Kingsley. He was very upset, but he was one of the few against many. His family was taken, same than the others, they would be hurt if they rebelled. This new government was just as rotten as the one before.

He whispered, "There are a few of us against it, but our hands are tied, remember me, Thurston Guthund." She nodded, she would remember him and others like him.

The Minister had planned carefully, the first thing he did was to abduct the Aurors' families with the help of his buddies, the newly arrived from his land. Then the healers' families and so on. He was a tyrant and was planning to stay on.

Albeit, Kingsley, the rat, refused to see her, a witch, unhappily, repeated what Draco had said. She would go back, but Kingsley would pay. Her grandfather was feared and would help. Kingsley would be fortunate if he never met her Papa face to face.

She smiled, nobody had ever seen this Hermione. It would have surprised many. Hers was a feral, wicked smile. The revenge would be sweet, and, well...tasty. Fear tasted delicious; it was a drug. True, it was a little addictive; but, well, she had never pretended to be perfect. She was a blended mix of all her parents and their parents, but on the light side.

A week went by, the healers, who couldn't look at her in the eye, came by, examined them, and left. The two healers looked unhappy. Hermione could feel their anger at the situation; they were also being forced. Kingsley had learned much from his old enemies, of that, Hermione was certain.

Kingsley and whoever stood by him would pay. Now she could see why Kingsley had brought all his African cronies; they came to help him build his empire. Dean Thomas had said it when he was calling for Ginny. He had been right.

Sir Draco

Draco and Hermione wondered why they were letting them off, no more lust potion, no significant examination. Meanwhile, Draco liked her more and more and was becoming desperate. Like didn't come close to describe what he felt for her.

He mostly sat and read; she was not approachable, all he would get were monosyllabic answers, until this day.

"I am going to go, let them try to get me. By the way, your father has a way to come in here. He spied on us just last night, very creepy. He spies on us all the time. I think that he does it even when I am undressed. This is unconscionable, despicable, not right, not whatsoever correct."

"I don't know," he avoided her eyes.

"I think that you do. Anyway, you should like it when I leave; you will be free. You should know this; my family members are not without means to protect me. My grandfather yields a lot of power; he is a, hmm, a, err, a CEO, never mind. After my father was murdered, he placed guards all over the place, trained killers. I just need to get to a plotted place. Help me, please."

He couldn't, it had been 20 days, and he was afraid if she were to leave, he would never see her again.

She was sick that morning, and she had not bled. She knew it; she had felt new life inside her.

"Draco," she started to cry, "they left us alone because I am pregnant."

He felt happiness, how could he not? He had fallen in love with the warrior witch. Hell, he has loved her since ever and had been lying to himself.

He touched her face first and then her belly, "How do you know?"

"I know. A dirty baby," she cried.

"No, no, my baby, ours, is nothing dirty, but when the baby is older will probably get in all kinds of messy dirt, I did. Okay, yes it will be a very dirty baby, I rolled in the mud with the dogs."

He smiled and looked at her with tenderness and joy.

"I am happy, so thrilled. We are having a baby, a tiny baby with curly hair. A teeny tiny witch or a wizard, I cannot wait." He sang it aloud and surprised her with a beautiful voice. This was a Draco like she had never imagined before, the private one, for her, only for her.

She looked at him with amazement.

"Dance with me," he grinned and pointed at the wireless, and she recognized the waltz from Yuletide long ago.

His smile was loving, and it confused her. His eyes caressed her.

"Okay," she answered.

He held her expertly, "Lady Witch, my pleasure," he caressed her hand and bowed his head.

"The pleasure is mine, Sir Wizard," she answered, held her gown and made a mini curtsy.

They both laughed, a light sound, and he guided her around the large room. All the while, they looked at each other. As he ate her with his eyes, she thought and was not sure, had Harry ever looked at her in such manner?

When it was over, he held her closer, "Baby's mommy, I am going to kiss you."

She felt weird. Her heart fluttered, full of conflictive emotions.

His lips caught hers, only the mouth. He touched her lips with his tongue to get her ready, but he was also learning how to kiss. Gently, he coaxed her mouth open; in the meantime his hands traveled down to her bum, caressing her body, discovering her.

He felt as her body narrowed at her waist and moved on to the swells of her bum. He was discovering how her body felt under his hand. His warm hands caressed her as they traveled down. His touch communicated his need for her, as it did his loud and uneven breathing.

He brought her against him. She could feel how hard he was; his movements were urgent; his hips ground, pressing his aroused cock unto her belly; his desire was reflected all over his face.

His hand went under her Muggle gown. Right away, he moved it to where he wanted to touch; he was too desperate to play. His fingers sought her channel without hesitation and keened all the while, his lips parted. She was mesmerized.

Who was this Draco that his eyes spoke of much more than physical yearnings?

So, she let him, why not?

He walked them to the couch, with his wand he made it into a bed.

"Yes?" He asked while already laying her onto it.


A/N A good place to end. I cannot tell if you'all like this fiction so let me hear your thoughts, I want to know where to concentrate my efforts.

Everyone, remember the story starts later on, probably a few weeks from this incident. During the first chapter, she was already pregnant, and Lucius and Narcissa had just found out. Draco remembered how it all started.

It is difficult to imagine someone in Hermione's situation, she was about to marry the two wizards she had loved since day one, and she was forced into a marriage and the bed of an enemy. She is obviously attracted to Draco, but she is very conflicted, poor witch.

Also, remember that she is a prisoner. Kingsley wants to be justified and show the public that his barbaric methods were a good idea. Getting the witches pregnant is the way. He thinks that babies will show the public that the couples were happy; hence, he will get away with his plan to get rid of Arthur, who is now a broken wizard. Besides, he will also get rid of Hermione and Harry, a growing force.