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"Scream my little mud blood." Bellatrix laughs, leaning over Hermione's fresh wound. The words telling her what she will forever be labeled as as the blood drips down her arm. "Scream out in pain."

"N….No." Hermione forces out through gritted teeth, "I…I won't."

"CRUCIO!" Bellatrix says with a laugh as Hermione feels her body wretch out in pain. Her nerves hurt, her bones hurt, and her skin felt as if her pores had become needles as she cries out in pain, kneeling over.

"Y…You're dead…"Hermione manages to break out through the scream. "Yo…You can't hurt me anymore."

The crazed woman leans over Hermione, smiling her toothless smile as Hermione nearly gags on the smell of her rotten breath. "That is where you are wrong deary." She says with a sadistic cackle, "Auntie Belle will always be around. Simply look at your son."

Waking up in a cold sweat, Hermione looks over at a still-sleeping Draco next to her. She couldn't help but shiver as she climbed out of bed, being careful not to wake him, and tip-toed barefoot down the hall to Perseus' empty nursery room. The walls were still white, an argument they had been carrying on for weeks now as to what color they would paint it. Draco insisting on the traditional Slytherin colors and Hermione saying she didn't want to pre-place Perseus when there was a chance still that he could become a Gryffindor, a decision that would be made based off of his own personality not either hers or Draco's. Sitting down quietly, she stares at the walls while sitting in a rocking chair Narcissa had given them from whenever Draco himself was an infant, wondering what house their son could possibly be placed in.

"Where do you want to be?" She whispered softly, rubbing her stomach. "We can't simply leave your room white forever?"

"He's going to be Slytherin." A voice from behind her calls out, causing Hermione to turn around in the chair quickly. Draco stood there in the doorway, his plaid pajama pants and a green shirt covering him. "Heard you get out of bed," He continues, "I couldn't sleep with you gone."

Nodding in understanding, Hermione looks up at him, fighting against gravity and her now-obvious baby belly to stand up and talk to him. "We shouldn't try to judge his house for him. He could be brave and daring like a Gryffindor."

"He is going to be a Slytherin Hermione. He is a Malfoy, Malfoys are Slytherins." Draco answers sternly, already sick of this argument playing out again.

"I am going to be a Malfoy Draco!" Hermione snaps back furiously, Draco already being able to see the fire in her eyes in the moonlight. "And I'm not a Slytherin."

"That's different," He says, raising his voice in the slightest, "You will be married into the Malfoys."

"And HE will be my son!" Hermione hollers back, "Do you not think that plays any part in the fact Draco? That he will not get any of my traits!?"

"Oh I hope he does." Draco yells, before adding in a dig out of fury. "But I hope your temper isn't one of them!"

"WHY! You inconsiderate twit!" Hermione screams back. "I never in my life-"
"Never in your life what Hermione? Never in your life thought that maybe no one else wants to hear you bitch because things don't go your way?" He hollers at her, causing tears to well up in her eyes from anger.

"Look who's talking Draco!" Hermione bit, "If I had a sickle for every time all of Hogwarts got to hear about how Draco didn't get the broom he wanted, or how Draco had to serve detention. It was always about what didn't go your way!"

Draco, now furious that she had even brought that up, simply kept his mouth shut. He knew whatever he didn't say couldn't be nearly as hurtful at this point as what he wanted to say. He looked down before glaring back up at Hermione. "His room will be green and he will be a Slytherin." He says coldly, not leaving any room for questioning as he started to turn around and walk out of the room.

"I am NOT Narcissa!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs, causing Draco to stop dead in his tracks, not even turning around as he closed his eyes trying to focus on anything but what Hermione had just said.

"You're what?" He asks sternly, giving her ample opportunity to change what she had said.

"I said I am NOT Narcissa and I will NOT bow down to your every wish Draco Malfoy!" Hermione repeats furiously.

"Is that…" Draco asks turning around slowly. "Am I really acting like Lucius?"

"YES!" Hermione screamed at him, tears now streaming down her face. "Trying to tell me what to do like I don't-" Stopping, she kneels over in pain, wrapping her arms around her stomach as she grits her teeth. The pain was instant and excruciating as she held onto her stomach, breathing in and out quickly to try and control the pain.

"Hermione!" Draco hollers, running over to her and wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she stood back up. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to argue with you! Are you okay?"

Breathing in quick, short breaths Hermione tries to focus on what Draco is saying as she feels another sharp jab to her abdomen causing her to squeal out a small squeak in pain as she knelt back over. "Draco…go…get…Narcissa." Hermione puffs out with each short breath, trying to control the pain.

"Are you okay?" He asks, no longer concerned about the argument. "What happened? What did I do?"

"I'm…..having….the….baby." Hermione continues, "Go….get…Narcissa."

Draco nods, not wanting to leave Hermione's side in case something went wrong but knowing he couldn't deliver the baby himself, having no idea where to even begin on that note. Taking one last look at Hermione, who he had led back over to the rocking chair, he closed his eyes as he apparated from the Guest House over to the Malfoy Manor, praying Hermione would be okay. "I can't lose her." He whispers to himself before running up the stairs in the Grande Entrance, taking them two steps at a time until he reached the top and headed towards the room that was familiar to him from his childhood, his parent's old bedroom. He didn't even knock, pushing the door open quickly to expose a king size four poster bed in the middle of the room, Death Eater artifacts along the far wall on a book shelf and a powder table sitting next to the bed, where Draco had oftentimes as a child watched his mother brush her hair silky smooth before bed. In the bed, his mother slept, her nightgown being one of 'lady-like nature' as she had told Draco, covering her not only down to nearly her ankles, but going the full length of arms too, stopping at her wrists. "Mum!" Draco whispers sternly. "Mum! Wake up!"

"What is it my dear?" Narcissa asks, jumping awake. "What's wrong?"

"It's Hermione." He answers, looking his mother in the eyes. "She…she's knelt over in pain. I think she's…"

"She's having the baby." Narcissa fills in, "Quickly Draco, where is she at?" She asks, jumping out of bed and walking over towards the door in her nightgown.

"She's in Perseus' nursery." Her son answers before looking up. "Mum, we argued. I stressed her out. Is she going to be okay?"

"She's going to be fine Draco." Narcissa answers, rubbing her son's cheek softly for a second. "But I do suggest you don't be like your father." Draco looked at her confused, unsure of what she was talking about. "Your father put me into labor that way too. Whenever I had you, there was no apology for his behavior."

"What were you arguing over?" Draco asks, unsure if it mattered.

"Whether or not you would be a Death Eater son." Narcissa says with a sigh, "I guess in the end, he always knew he would win. There was no other way."