Ch 21: Return to Malfoy Manor

Draco's POV:

Draco fought in vain to escape the full body bind curse that he had been hit with. The battle was over and he had been getting ready to leave the battle grounds for Grimmauld Place to check on Hermione when he was suddenly bound. A pair of strong hands had lifted him and he had been apparated to a place that he had no idea about until he smelled the entrance doors. His family home was to be his prison, he realized as the scent of cherry wood and expensive champagne drifted into his nostrils.

He was settled down into what seemed to be a rug covered floor and kicked repeatedly until he was sure several ribs were broken. The blindfold was taken off and he stared up into the cold eyes of his own father, flanked on either side by the elder Crabbe and Goyle. None of them looked to be in forgiving moods. "I'm going to lift the body bind but you'd better not try to escape unless you want your own father to have to kill you," Lucius said patronizingly. His goons chuckled stupidly on either side of him and he smirked. "I hope you didn't think you'd be able to out-do me, Draco, I'm still your better."

With a flick of Lucius's wand, Draco had regained his mobility; he winced painfully, however, wishing he didn't after feeling the broken ribs poking painfully into his chest. Draco let out a strangled cry as his father flipped him roughly onto his back with another flick of his wand. "You helped that mudblood whore escape, Draco, and you'll have to be punished. Daddy isn't happy with you!"

Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward to kick him several more times, ensure a few more broken ribs before Lucius spoke again over their hearty guffaws. "Crucio!" the older Malfoy screamed, his wand pointing at his own son.

For a moment, Draco couldn't hear anything over his own screams, but the pain faded and he heard his father' sneering voice once more. "You flaunted that whore around, not sharing in what was given to you. Not bringing pride to your family name…sullying it again and again as you plunged your traitorous cock into her filth! Crucio!!!" Once again pain ripped through Draco's body, stronger and longer than before. "You should have known that your father would want to share in breaking the mudblood in…would want to keep the taint from our name by truly treating her as a slave. You didn't do that, though. You didn't even let Severus touch her…he wouldn't have even if you'd let him. CRUCIO!!!!"

As Draco writhed in pain, his father screamed insults at him. "Stop," he begged when he was released from the bonds of pain and suffering once more.

"Why should I stop?" Lucius demanded. "You know we don't take kindly to blood traitors! I know you've done something with that filthy slut! You've created a half blood cretin that has sullied the good name of Malfoy!" he roared. "Look up at the family tree, you bastard, look up!"

Draco directed his eyes to the gigantic tapestry that hung in his father's library. The tree that automatically added the name in gold of those born or married into the Malfoy family. Attached to his name was the name Hermione Granger Malfoy and coming off of that was a line to another name. Draco realized that Hermione had given birth and tried to sit up. Scorpius Erik Malfoy was embroidered in the same gold stitching and Draco let out a whimper. He was the father of a son. His joy didn't last however as his father grabbed his blond hair and jerked it up to look into those trademark Malfoy gray eyes.

"You fucked her, bonded with her, and conceived a son that is the ruination of our line!" Lucius said in a dangerously low voice. "You'll pay for your sins the way all traitors pay, and then I'll go after the rest of those filthy slags that you've gone and given the Malfoy name!"

Draco wanted to beg for the lives of his wife and son, but knew that it was useless. Instead he endured the cruciatus curse until he passed out, blood streaming down his pale face and bruises covering his body from the physical beatings.

Hermione's POV:

Hermione wept for hours, wondering what would become of Draco, as the Death Eaters weren't known for their hospitality or for their mercy on 'blood traitors.' She kept one hand on her son the entire time while the other gripped her wand tightly waiting for news of her husband. Ron and Harry stayed with her, both thoroughly astonished that she had bred and bonded with Draco Malfoy.

"We've found him!" Remus exclaimed, entering Hermione's bedroom, which had become the center of activities since Order members began returning from the battle. "One of those Patil girls is a seer as it turns out and she's positive he's been taken to Malfoy Manor."

Hermione and Narcissa sucked in simultaneous gasps. "We're getting people together to go on a rescue mission of sorts," Remus informed Hermione.

"I'm going," she stated firmly.

"You can't…you've just given birth!" Molly protested.

"I don't care," she fairly yelled, startling everyone present. "I'm going!"Ten minutes later, Remus, Harry, Ron, Arthur, and Hermione left Grimmauld Place for Malfoy Manor, unprepared for what they would find there.