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The Mudblood's Daughter

Walking up the path to Malfoy Manor after leaving the warmth, and family atmosphere of the Weasley's Burrow, caused Draco's stomach to plummet. Compared to the Burrow, the Manor was cold and empty. Lifeless, even. He dropped his bag into the hand of their Butler, Wilfred, who had been hired after the war, and stepped through the doorway into the reception hall of the manor. Shivers ran up his spine, and a familiar presence of evil flooded him.

He suddenly realised just how much he hated this place, and part of him wondered why he hadn't burned it to the ground years ago. He couldn't bring Narca-Jane to this place. Hell how he could even make Hermione move into this place, after every thing that had happened to her here, was beyond him. Hermione was shocked, when he suddenly pulled her out of the house, and back into the front garden. She looked at him,with widened eyes, as he glared at the Manor, his arm still around her waist.

"Draco, what's wrong? Is there someone in the Manor?" she asked, her hand resting on his arm, comforting, and he shook his head.

"You can't go in there," he hissed, and Hermione frowned, before looking at him angrily. She shoved him. He looked at her, and she glowered.

"God! This is because I'm a mudblood isn't it. You don't want me soiling your precious pureblood home!" she snapped, and Draco growled in anger, throwing his hands up in the hair.

"No! It's not that! I don't want you to go into that place. You don't belong in that bloody messed up building. Not after everything you went through in that place," Draco finished quietly, and Hermione's eyes softened and then went slightly melancholic as the memories of twelve years prior filled her head again. She frowned, and looked away ashamed for jumping to conclusions. Then she looked at him again.

"But Draco, it's impossible for me not to go in there. I live there, you know," she said, her tone going patronizing when she said the last sentance, and Draco thought for a moment, but coming to a conclusion.

"You have to go back to the Burrow, I'm sure that Molly will let you stay until I sort something out," he stated, and Hermione looked at him confused.

"What do you mean 'sort something out'?" she asked suspiciously, and curiously. Draco sighed.

"I'll find somewhere else. Closer to the Burrow... smaller... something Narca-Jane will like," he stated, and Hermione blinked in shock.

"But... but Draco... this is our home. You grew up here! You can't just... leave it empty!" Hermione gaped at him, and Draco glowered at the Manor.

"That place isn't my home. It stopped being my home the day Voldemort entered it. If my mother doesn't want it, I'm going to burn it down to the ground, and sell the land," he said with such a passion, that Hermione gaped at him, in awe. She stammered, tyring to protest, but his eyes pleaded with her. "Please, just don't go in there."

"Draco, I need to get my stuff. Everything I own is in that manor!" Hermione protested, and in an impulsive move, Draco put his hands on her shoulders, and forced her to look him in the eyes by placing a hand on her chin and her head up slightly. He had seen Charlie do it to Charissa once. It had the desired effect, and she quietened. Hermione's heart started thudding, and she couldn't help but suddenly think he was going to kiss her.

Draco's blood thundered in his ears, but he had to get her to leave. No matter how much he suddenly wanted to kiss her. "I'll have it sent over. Just please, do not go in that place."

Hermione blinked, before nodding. "Okay... okay... I'll go n-"

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?" a high pitched, female's voice peirced the air, interupting Hermione. Draco and Hermione looked over to see a furious Astoria marching towards them. Realising the position they were in, the two leaped apart. But neither were prepared for the stinging slap sound that filled the air, as Astoria's palm made contact with Hermione's face. "You filthy mudblood whore! Can't get your own man so you try ad steal mine! I knew the minute he told me you were moving in here!"

Hermione just put her hand to her cheek, in shock, before red started to seep into her eyes, drowning out the hazel colour in her eyes. She launched herself at Astoria, growling furiously, but Draco quickly grabbed her from behind, pulling her away. "Calm down, Hermione. It's not worth it." he whispered, and Hermione growled, before taking a deep breath, and relaxing.

"Fine. But let me go, you bloody twat," she spat, and Draco dropped her to the ground. Hermione quickly whipped out her wand, and shooting a hex at Astoria, before grabbing her bag, and apparating to the Burrow in fifteen seconds flat. Astoria screamed, as large boils began to cover her body, starting with her hands and working their way up her arms under her jumper. Draco sighed, and whipped out his wand, reversing the hex. Astoria looked at him, thankfully, before heading into the Manor.

"What are you doing here, Astoria?" he asked, and She turned, and smiled at him. Draco immediately felt on guard.

"Why I live here, darling. I figured if Granger can live here, so can I," she stated, and Draco blinked before anger bubbled up inside him.

"And who said you could?" he asked his tone cold and steely. Astoria stopped, and looked at him, confused.

"But I'm your fiance! I should have more right to live here, than that slut!" Astoria fumed, and Draco glowered at her.

"Who said you were my fiance? Astoria, you were only needed, in order for me to gain an heir. Now, I have one, so you aren't needed, as it turns out," Draco snarled, and Astoria gasped, stumbling backwards, as her eyes started to fill with tears. "You are annoying, you are clingy, and personally, I just don't like you. The engagement... is off."

"Wha...what? You... you can't do that! You're lying!" Astoria yelled, and Draco just looked at her, sadly, while tears started to fall from her eyes. "Draco... please... we can work this out... nothings changed... I still love you..." she begged, and Draco kicked the snow silently, before shaking his head.

"Yes, but I don't love you, Astoria. And honestly, I don't think I think I ever did," he said, "I'm sorry, Astoria, but I want you out of my Manor, by tonight."

Then he walked past her, as she started bawling, caling out his name. "Draco! DRACO! If you end this now you'll regret it! You will regret it!"

And Draco had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, that he really would.