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Luna Lovegood… I love her. I love that she is so completely different to the others. But sometimes it does feel as if she's going to just float away. I believe that without her Ginny wouldn't be who she is. I think that she keeps her childhood innocence as well as an understanding of what's happening in the darkest scene, and yet she's still insanely amazing. There is something about her though, I imagine she would be able to see things other's don't, that she could be a seer. She has that feel about her doesn't she? What character should I do next?

Oh ye of little Draco, unless you want him to start making out with Pansy I need reviews! Consider it a threat :D

I have redone the whole story. Please read it from the start.

Black as Love

Dumbledore paced in his office, the continuing practice he had picked up when he was younger. It helped him think.

He couldn't put his finger on why Voldemort would bother producing a child. What could his real motives be?

They had run tests upon tests to ensure that the baby was normal, the fluid surrounding the baby was also normal, the blood from the baby… normal.

It posed no threat.

Could he simply want an heir? But if so why choose a muggle, nevertheless a mother to one of his greatest enemies. Yes, Dumbledore knew he consider Hermione Granger and enemy, she was one of the people he desired to be gone more than Dumbledore himself. Her brains contradicted all that he had claimed about muggleborns. She was smarter than Tom back in the day but when it came to Dark Magic she knew almost nothing, it made him wiser than her in that subject.

Was it to torture her with the idea that he had touched her mother? Touched her and kept her under his control while hiding it from her?

If he had truly wanted an heir he could have used one of his followers, could have willingly taken anyone of them.

Why would he even desire an heir? He wants immortality, what could a child possibly give?

Dumbledore stopped, his heart jumped and his mind whirled, with a twist the old wise man hurried down his steps and out into the hallways.

There was one thing you could get from a child if you use the darkest of all magic.

Hermione lay in the sterile white bed with the curtains closed. She was to rest and to drink a relief potion. The smell burned her nostrils with the smell of burning hair. The putrid bubbling yellow potion was meant to make her feel better and get a good sleep, yet she felt like vomiting when she smelt the wicked potion.

Setting her jaw and her determination she lifted the devil's beaker to her lips and gulped down the slimy yellow potion. As soon as she finished it her body felt relaxed, the taste had disappeared leaving the taste of honeycomb on her tongue.

She lay back on the pillows and closed her eyes, but not for long.

The curtains opened suddenly and her eyes shot open, "Hello Granger." His haughty smirk just like his father's made her remember what happened last night in a vivid flash and she sat up as fast as she could. Her mind dizzy from the sudden movement.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" She growled at him, eye panicked brown eyes darting behind him to see if Madam Pomfrey to see if she was anywhere near.

Draco scowled, "I only came to see if you were alright Granger. Not even going to thank me for the blanket? How rude."

Hermione clenched her jaw, "Thank you Malfoy. Now please leave."

"No."

She tried hard to conceal her growing fear, "Why not Malfoy? Why won't you leave me alone?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, "Because Granger I want you. Why won't you go out with me?"

"Why would youtouch me? Muggleborn remember? Leave me alone!" Her voice started to get louder hoping the nurse would hear her.

"You honestly think that's a reason Granger? No one has to know about us." His voice dropped into a secretive whisper, his grey eyes trained on her brown ones. His placed on the bed almost touching her.

She felt repulsed.

"I don't want to be with you Malfoy, I don't want to be with someone who has to hide me! Leave me alone!"

Suddenly he changed, his arms shot out and grabbed her shoulders, his face was so close to her their noses were touching.

"I don't care what you want Granger. You're not playing fair."

She was shaking now, they were the same, Draco and Lucius, they were the same.

His lips brushed against her dry and cracked ones and suddenly she felt hopeless.

"Come on Granger, you got into it last time." He whispered and Hermione felt like she had just woken up.

Every fiber of her beings was angry, burning, wanting to lash out.

And it did.

Hermione pulled away from him, Draco was not as strong as his father but that didn't make it easy. She pulled and pulled until the grip on her shoulders was gone and the blonde boy glared at her.

They thought they could pick on her, thought she was their doll, but she wasn't.

Hermione lashed out forgetting her wand was on her bedside. Her hand went across Draco's face leave a red welt but more than that was the bright red scratch marks that marred his otherwise flawless skin.

Her nails at cut him and caused some drops of blood to gather and fall slowly. There was a shocked silence between them.

Hermione braced herself for the impact of what she had done, she braced herself for his anger, for his disgust and his awful words.

But none of that came, instead his hand reached up and gently grazed his cheek feeling his battle wounds.

His eyes weren't angry or cold, they were sad, distant, and his face was downcast.

"Damn it Granger." He whispered gently without any ill givings, "I just wanted to get to know you."

As he walked off slowly and down trodden Hermione felt a sudden and powerful wave of guilt wash over her.

Maybe he wasn't like his father at all?

Hermione suddenly remembered what Lucius has whispered to her, "I'll never understand why my son likes you so much."

Maybe she should get to know him? Try to understand him? Maybe Hermione will even get him to help them with the war?

The potion took effect as she lay herself back down to sleep. Her feelings still uneasy and her mind still confused.

Draco threw people out of his way, kicked a first year who didn't move fast enough, and once in his room caused Goyle's bed to explode.

His face still stung where Hermione had scratched him and it took everything he had not to hit her back.

Instead he played the little puppy loved boy who wanted so badly to get close to her Mudblood self.

But something played in his mind, her face when he opened up the curtain, she was already scared.

Her wide fearful brown eyes begged him to go away and yet he had done nothing to cause her fear. Draco frowned, had something happened to her? Was it Potter or Weasley?

Draco growled, stupid girl had to choose those weak brainless gits didn't she! But he couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something.

He shook his head and focused, his job was to unsettle her, make her weak, make her touchable and so far he was doing a good job at that. His act would have caused her pure little heart to feel bad for him and he knew she would seek him out soon. She will come to him.

All he had to do is play on the cues.

Narcissa Malfoy was a beautiful woman. She had aged gracefully and with complete elegance but she wasn't the nicest person. As a member of the Black family she knew she was better than other's; knew she should be served, knew the Wizarding world would crumble with Mudbloods tainting it.

Yet she also knew it was wrong.

She herself was not a true follower of Voldemort but she would do anything to protect herself and Draco. But she failed. She allowed him to grow up and follow in his father's insane and evil footsteps.

The war was coming, the final end, and Narcissa did not want Draco to fight, she did not want Draco to die for a lost cause.

And so like any mother Narcissa was desperate to save her son.

Even if it meant turning her back on the Black name she wore so proudly at school and through the rest of her life.

Even if it meant getting herself killed.

Her blonde hair down up on a simple bun, she moved towards her fireplace. Her long black and green robes disappeared in a bundle of flames as she chose her destination.

Molly Weasley was a smart woman. Smart and kind and compassionate. She believed that blood does not make the person.

The Wizarding world can only get better with more wizards and witches.

She took in children and mothered them. Harry Potter was like a son to her, Hermione Granger like another daughter.

But the woman who just appeared in her fireplace was nothing like her.

"Hello Molly."

"It is possible is it not Severus?" Dumbledore questioned.

The dark haired postions Master nodded, "It is. However are you sure he would risk such a thing? If he failed it would mean death to them both, whole soul or not."

The wise old man looked older than he had ever before. "I fear Severus that he is not rushing into this. He has planned this for many many years and now he is putting it in to action."

"Are you going to tell Miss Granger and her family?" His voice drawled in an uninterested way.

"No, not yet. First I must make sure that my assumptions are correct. Then we will move them to another location. A safer one."

The two wizards felt lost. Tom Riddle was smart yes, but Voldemort was smarter.