Chapter 2
"Father," he said slowly "allow me to talk to Granger alone"
Lucious looked at his son and then at Hermione, "Very well, take Mrs. Granger into the corridor on the 4th floor you know the password, Without realizing it the chains were released from her hands.
"Follow me," she did as she was told, and followed Malfoy throughout several staircases and halls. They did not speak either. Nor did she wish to. Finally she was led in front of a the portrait of a rather short stubby man with dark gray hair. "Password?" he whispered the password to the portrait, and both of them were let in.
Draco scanned the room to make sure no one was in is it after looking slowly around. It was a dark room, with little light for the acceptation of a small window at the end of the room. From what she could make of it, it was a elegant room, with leather chairs, and a marble floor.
"Sit" Malfoy demanded, she hesitated but in the end did as she was told. He continued "Did you tell anyone?" She avoided his look and with a sly smile replied
"Tell them what Malfoy?" although she knew what he was going at, she just felt like irritating him, he deserved it.
"Don't play these games bitch. Did you tell them, you know." He was angry.
"That I was pregnant?.. No" Hermione looked at him. His normally pale skin had now gone a shade of red, his silvery blonde hair, usually in place was now drooping from his forehead. Neither of them spoke.
"What is going to happen Malfoy?" He looked up at her, and she could just tell that he loved being able to decide her future. He placed one of his cold hands on her stomach. Hermione felt uncomfortable at his touch, she did not want him touching her baby even though he was the father of it.
"Depends, Mudblood" he slowly removed his hands from her womb. Which relived her yet at the same time made her nervous. "You will spend the night here, and don't worry you will be heavily guarded." He smiled at her cruelly "I must talk to father and tell him of your position and together we will decide your fate.
He did not come back the next day nor the next. However a house elf was sent up with some food. Although Hermione was not happy about a house elf serving her, she took the food graciously
During that time, Hermione feared what her fate would be, she wondered about Ron and Harry, she reminded herself to ask Malfoy what he knew about them although she did not think he would tell her anything. The other thing she wondered about the baby.
On the third day Malfoy did return. She had felt sick that whole mourning and it did not help when Malfoy came with a house elf.
"Mourning Granger" he said rather cheerfully. She knew at that moment her life would not be a happy one.
"Whats going to happen?" She asked
"Would you like some toast Granger?" he was really irritating her. She frowned at him. "I'll take that as a no. You," he said addressing the house elf "get me something to eat." with that he kicked the house elf.
"Well?" she was so desperate to know.
"Patience Granger, let me have my breakfast" he replied, loving every minute of this.
"So how is the whole pregnancy thing treating you well?" She was beginning to detest him more and more. She scowled at him. "Not well apparently." Hermione rolled her eyes he was such a child sometimes. With in minutes the house elf had returned with some food, and Draco ate. She started to pace around the room, and started to get sick at the smell of the food.
Finally after what seemed like hours. "About the whole fate thing," he paused and Hermione sat across from him.
"Yes?" she asked on a verge of a nervous brake down.
"Both father and I do not believe in abortion, so that option would be out of the question." Hermione was slightly relieved.
"And of course I would not marry you due to your status" Hermione blushed at this comment.
"Would you get the point" Hermione was so annoyed at him.
"Fine, assuming the child is a boy, he would be raised to be the Next Dark Lord." With these words, Hermione could no longer feel her legs and fingers. Her child could not be the next dark lord.
"Oh, god no" Draco only smiled. He would leave her there for several days and allow her to reflect on her misery. He started to get up.
"And if the child is female?" he hesitated, and looked at her.
"She will be raised a slave" Hermione eyes widened and put her hand over her mouth. When he nearing the exit, Hermione asked him one last question "And what of Ron and Harry" with this a cruel smile formed his face.
"They are still alive" she let out a pause of relief "For now" he finished before leaving the room. Leaving Hermione to upset for tears
"Father," he said slowly "allow me to talk to Granger alone"
Lucious looked at his son and then at Hermione, "Very well, take Mrs. Granger into the corridor on the 4th floor you know the password, Without realizing it the chains were released from her hands.
"Follow me," she did as she was told, and followed Malfoy throughout several staircases and halls. They did not speak either. Nor did she wish to. Finally she was led in front of a the portrait of a rather short stubby man with dark gray hair. "Password?" he whispered the password to the portrait, and both of them were let in.
Draco scanned the room to make sure no one was in is it after looking slowly around. It was a dark room, with little light for the acceptation of a small window at the end of the room. From what she could make of it, it was a elegant room, with leather chairs, and a marble floor.
"Sit" Malfoy demanded, she hesitated but in the end did as she was told. He continued "Did you tell anyone?" She avoided his look and with a sly smile replied
"Tell them what Malfoy?" although she knew what he was going at, she just felt like irritating him, he deserved it.
"Don't play these games bitch. Did you tell them, you know." He was angry.
"That I was pregnant?.. No" Hermione looked at him. His normally pale skin had now gone a shade of red, his silvery blonde hair, usually in place was now drooping from his forehead. Neither of them spoke.
"What is going to happen Malfoy?" He looked up at her, and she could just tell that he loved being able to decide her future. He placed one of his cold hands on her stomach. Hermione felt uncomfortable at his touch, she did not want him touching her baby even though he was the father of it.
"Depends, Mudblood" he slowly removed his hands from her womb. Which relived her yet at the same time made her nervous. "You will spend the night here, and don't worry you will be heavily guarded." He smiled at her cruelly "I must talk to father and tell him of your position and together we will decide your fate.
He did not come back the next day nor the next. However a house elf was sent up with some food. Although Hermione was not happy about a house elf serving her, she took the food graciously
During that time, Hermione feared what her fate would be, she wondered about Ron and Harry, she reminded herself to ask Malfoy what he knew about them although she did not think he would tell her anything. The other thing she wondered about the baby.
On the third day Malfoy did return. She had felt sick that whole mourning and it did not help when Malfoy came with a house elf.
"Mourning Granger" he said rather cheerfully. She knew at that moment her life would not be a happy one.
"Whats going to happen?" She asked
"Would you like some toast Granger?" he was really irritating her. She frowned at him. "I'll take that as a no. You," he said addressing the house elf "get me something to eat." with that he kicked the house elf.
"Well?" she was so desperate to know.
"Patience Granger, let me have my breakfast" he replied, loving every minute of this.
"So how is the whole pregnancy thing treating you well?" She was beginning to detest him more and more. She scowled at him. "Not well apparently." Hermione rolled her eyes he was such a child sometimes. With in minutes the house elf had returned with some food, and Draco ate. She started to pace around the room, and started to get sick at the smell of the food.
Finally after what seemed like hours. "About the whole fate thing," he paused and Hermione sat across from him.
"Yes?" she asked on a verge of a nervous brake down.
"Both father and I do not believe in abortion, so that option would be out of the question." Hermione was slightly relieved.
"And of course I would not marry you due to your status" Hermione blushed at this comment.
"Would you get the point" Hermione was so annoyed at him.
"Fine, assuming the child is a boy, he would be raised to be the Next Dark Lord." With these words, Hermione could no longer feel her legs and fingers. Her child could not be the next dark lord.
"Oh, god no" Draco only smiled. He would leave her there for several days and allow her to reflect on her misery. He started to get up.
"And if the child is female?" he hesitated, and looked at her.
"She will be raised a slave" Hermione eyes widened and put her hand over her mouth. When he nearing the exit, Hermione asked him one last question "And what of Ron and Harry" with this a cruel smile formed his face.
"They are still alive" she let out a pause of relief "For now" he finished before leaving the room. Leaving Hermione to upset for tears