Hi!Sorry this is after a very long time. I promise more stories, now that it is summer and school is finished. I'm praying that fanfiction.net will be working since I'll be vacationing for a long period of time. Yay! I'm seeing the pope in his pope-mobile. This chapter is dedicated to Brasil, for winning the World Cup and Ronaldo for being such an inspirational figure(heheehh)! The song is by unwritten law, seein red. Usual disclaimer.
Hermione's POV
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Classes began a few days later and it was hectic as usual. Since I had remained in school for the holidays, the staff put me in charge of the arrivals. Fortunately, the prefects were handling our grade.
I came to the conclusion that I received the Dark Mark from Draco. Despite my high grades and my ability to answer my teachers' questions, I can not explain the connection that brought upon my dreams. I had seen scenes; or rather snippets of what seemed to be the Dra co's inauguration as a Death Eater. A certain figure had haunted me in recent dreams: a man who raped an innocent Muggle before consuming her blood until she was lifeless. I resolutely held on to the belief that it was only anxiety and that an incantation had counteracted on me. On the other hand, in light of recent events, it is foolish not to believe that Draco is not. Therefore, I waited for a sign.
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I did not confront Draco when he arrived in the castle or in the hallways near our rooms. He probably entered his chambers as quickly as he left for the holidays. Harry and Ron did not say a word about Draco's arrival. Ron still could not handle the notion of us being together, even if he learned it one week before. Occasionally, he would turn completely red and start fidgeting when Draco's name was mentioned. Harry was trying to be supportive but in an unfashionably immoral way towards a best friend who was technically still dating someone.
It was only at dinnertime that I saw Draco.
He was barely recognizable. He had not changed physically but I had never seen him in a worst mood. His face was always contorted in disdain and his uncivil remarks were boldly imposed. I pitied the Muggles who were seated near him from other houses. In the hallways, he elbowed Muggle students, literally casting them across the floor and threatening them to stay away from him. He disregarded my eyes as though I were a mere glass figure. I did not exist. His demeanor promptly ceased the "rumors" about Draco and I kissing during the holidays. I was distressed. Confused, not knowing what to do with the Dark Mark since I could not speak to him. Should I go to Dumbledore? Yes, it sounded reasonable but I was frightened. What would the Wizarding world think of a person with the mark? My family was in danger. My friendship (actually I have lost count of exactly what it is) with Harry and Ron was hanging from a thin thread.
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Draco's POV
After my 'exceptional' holiday at home, I retreated to conveying misery to the mudbloods at Hogwarts. Every word or motion acted on my part towards the mudbloods contrived grief from Hermione. Her eyes drifted away from me, neglecting the scene. She bit her lower lip apprehensively like she did when I got angry. Her face highlighted the agony she felt.
I'm seein' red
Don't think you'll have to see my face again
I could not look at her after all that I had done. It was idiotic of me to assume that becoming a Death Eater only involved getting the Mark quickly. I learned the ritual from Lucius the moment I arrived home. Of course, he did not want his son to be an embarrassment to the Malfoy name. If he was proud of me, he displayed it in his bizarre manner. Now, he feared me. He did not dare to whisper any curse towards my mother or I. Perhaps, becoming a Death Eater was the finest thing that ever betided my corrupted and disoriented relationship with my father.
It was the fact that there was blood on my hands. In the future, it would be a river without confines. The Death Eaters brought a young girl, my age. I remember halting my actions for a moment before Lord Voldemort became angry at my slowness. She looked like Hermione. The same silk skin. The same chestnut eyes. The innocence. The way she bit her lip, afraid of the pain that she would receive. I viciously raped the girl before abruptly halting her fruitless life. I could still taste her blood on my lips.
It could have been Hermione. No, I could not face her. Not even after what I had learned from Voldemort. It was not fair, but it was for the best. I guess. I am a Malfoy. Malfoy's do not mix with Muggles. Hermione and I are different. She is too weak for me. She is intelligent but would she make a good wife? Could she handle the dark sinister ways of living on the Dark Side. They might accept her, seeing as she is the most intelligent witch that Hogwarts has seen in ages. However, she would have to join the Dark Side.
I knew that she would rather die than join the Dark Side. Why not? It would make her more powerful. Throughout the holidays, I questioned myself whether I should make her join us. Force. I could do it but I would not for the sake of her life. Did I love her? Perhaps I was wrong about her. She obviously did not want to hear or see me. Guess I got caught up in the 'ambience' of the ball.
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Two days after our classes started, I visited the library before my first "date" with Potions after the holidays. I walked with Lavender and Parvati who were still attempting to get the latest gossip.
"So what about you and Draco?" Lavender said, whispering quietly as if it was a conspiracy in the works.
"Yes, heard that you kissed?" remarked Parvati in astonishment like it was new to her.
"Don't know where you heard that nonsense-," I said, picking up my pace up the stairs. A hand unexpectedly seized my wrist vigorously. I glanced behind me, only to find Malfoy. His eyes glimmered darkly at me and paused at Lavender and Parvati who stood stupidly. He gave them a disgusting look, but both remained in their places.
His grasp on my wrist tightened as he gazed back at me coldly, "Can we talk?"
I nodded hastily and gazed at Lavender and Parvati. Their eyes remained on his hand, which was casually placed on my arm even if minutes had passed. He quickly removed his hand away from mine and wiped it against his robes as if my hands were dirty.
"Woman, I don't have all day! Will you hurry? We need to discuss that list we must make for the Headmaster," he sneered, walking away without waiting for me.
"I'll see you later," I said to Lavender and Parvati, departing before they asked for an explanation.
I walked after Malfoy hurriedly. He turned around the corner and disappeared. I hastened my pace and came upon an empty hallway. Where could he have gone? I approached the end of the hallway before I was pulled violently into the last class of the hall.
The door slammed behind my back. Malfoy's hands pushed my shoulder deeper into the classroom's wall. His neck was an inch from my lips while I inhaled his deep mystifying scent.
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Draco's POV
Her hair smelled fucking great. I felt like running my fingers through her hair. It angered me that other male students desired her. She had continued with her new style. Her body was the envy of every girl, no matter which house. I resisted the urge to run my hands across her thighs. I was proud of myself. She was an accomplishment. Every guy wanted to fuck her, especially Potter, and I was the first to cross the line. I approached her lips, teasing her by brushing my lips against hers.
She flung her head away from me before I could even open her lips. It angered me that she did not allow me to kiss her. So it was true, Potter had gotten to her during the holidays. I had seen Harry kissing Hermione under the mistletoe in a dream. I had never believed any of that shit in Divination with the hag, Trelawney. I observed her tears flowing down her rosy cheeks. "Doesn't matter mudblood, you do not deserve a second fling with me," I said harshly, emphasizing on 'fling'.
"Fling!" she cried out angrily when I turned my back on her to inspect the class.
Don't have much time for sympathy
'Cause it never happened to me
"Yes," I reassured her, "Being so smart as you are, you didn't think that I actually loved a dirty Muggle like you." I faced her again, watching the anguish increase in her eyes.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," I said, approaching her once more, "Granger actually believed it?"
"How dare you," she replied. I caught her hand swiftly before she could slap me.
"Your old tricks won't work on me," I scoffed.
"Why?" she murmured in desperation.
"It was a pleasure to be the first person to get across Mrs. Perfect," I said, playfully stroking her cheek.
She threw back her head in disgust. "I hate you," she breathed.
I forced myself onto Hermione, imprisoning her against her will with my body. My hand shoved her head into the door as I warned her, "If I hear a word of what happened between us from anyone, I'll be back for you. Next time, it won't be as pleasant. Wouldn't mind hearing you moan my name in pain, again."
"Wouldn't want to," I managed to mutter before I grasped her body and threw it into a nearby cabinet.
"Better learn to keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you bitch," I scolded her. "Leave before your precious Potter starts looking for you."
"What is that supposed to mean?" she demanded, pulling me back and looking at me straight in the eye.
"You know what it means… go comfort "the Boy Who Lived" about his little dilemmas of fame," I said sharply while taking her hand. I brushed her fingers passed my lips and playfully kissed her hand before unlocking the door. She cradled her hand against her chest.
"Wait, one question," Hermione ordered. I halted in my spot, encouraging her to proceed. She took a deep breath and asked me, "Are you a Death Eater." The question plainly suggested what I did not expect to hear from her.
I paused before returning to look at her. "What do you think?"
She bowed her head in acknowledgement of the answer. I left her in broken pieces without another word.
You're feelin' blue now
I think you bit off more than you could chew
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Later that night, I laid on my bed and reflected on my conversation with Malfoy. I did not know what to believe. I was angry with myself for trusting him. I regretted every moment that I spent with him and for some reason I did not. I hated myself for having a hope that he was lying by telling me that it was all a joke to see how far he could get with me. Then again, he was a Malfoy. As Harry and Ron would put it, a Malfoy is a Malfoy. As much as I would beg to differ, I had broken down my barriers to be deceived and disgraced by him.
He was a Death Eater. I could see it in his eyes. The darkness. I stared imperceptibly into my room, trying to grasp some meaning. I had the Dark Mark, the same one like Malfoy. He was the same man who killed the girl in my dreams. He was a beast. I hated him.
And now it's time to make a choice
And all I wanna hear is your voice
Nevertheless I still loved him.
I had to deal with his cruel selfish ways. I laughed to myself.
"You have wonderful taste for men, Hermione," I said to myself quietly.
It was time for something new. Perhaps it would help me get across this whole ordeal. I have one true boyfriend; I have sex with him, get the Dark Mark and find out that it was only a 'fling.' As much as the part about the Dark Mark frightens me like shit, I had to admit I was the first Muggle with the Dark Mark. Voldemort would be infuriated if he knew…if he doesn't already. Fuck Malfoy, I told myself pathetically. He could go kill himself with his stupid leader, Voldemort.
So follow the leader down
Swallow your pride and drown
When there is no place left to go maybe that's when you will know
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Two weeks later…
Draco's POV
"Sweety," cooed Pansy, sliding her hands across my chest from behind. Goyle and Crabbe were busy stuffing their mouths like turkeys.
"When do you ever stop," I criticized them.
"Oh… my drakie is not in a good mood, maybe I can fix that…," she mumbled in my ear while moving her hands down my chest.
I grabbed her wrist and twisted it. She squirmed silently next to me.
"Please Draco, I'm sorry," she pleaded for me to release her.
Some students from other houses started to look at us, including Hermione. I released her arm from underneath the table and she quietly sat near me without a word. My eyes locked with Hermione's as she stared from across the room. Harry put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her proudly. She grinned happily at him, which only infuriated me more. The smile quickly disappeared when he turned to talk to Ron. She did not feel comfortable with him. I smirked, knowing that I still possessed her. Her eyes diverted in my direction.
I turned towards Pansy and whispered in her ear, "Don't call me Drakie… unless you want your father dead." I observed the fear in her eyes with delight. Caressing her cheek, "Do you understand."
She nodded abruptly, "Of course, Draco."
"That's my girl," I said, kissing her passionately in front of Hermione's dazed eyes.
I did not like Pansy, she was still a little puppy running around and completing her father's wishes to kiss up to my ass. It wasn't the same thing when I bedded her either. Not the same pleasure. Nor was it with the fifteen other girls I had fucked within the last few days. I stared disgustingly at Pansy, who was beaming madly at the rest of the Slytherin girls. She looked as if she had been rewarded gloriously and had been declared my wife. Far from it. The moment I came into power, I would order for her father's death. It would be no problem to make him plead guilty to betraying the Dark Side. Besides, Malfoys never kept their promises.
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A few days later …
I silently made my way to the Owlery( I don't know if this is its proper name) with the letter I had to deliver to Lucius concerning a little attack that the Death Eaters were planning on Hogwarts. I strolled across the room and stopped suddenly in my place when I spotted Hermione standing near a closed window. Sneaking after curfew hours… I have had a bad influence on her. Before I could open my mouth to speak to her, the door creaked and opened slightly. Harry. Who else had an invisibility cloak. Perhaps I should play a little joke on them.
And foolish lies
Well can't you see I tried to compromise
'Cause what you say ain't always true
However, I was wrong. Weasel's sister, what's her name? Gina- whatever her bloody name is- removed the cloak. I abruptly hid myself behind a big piece of furniture and listened to their conversation.
"Hey!" said the red haired girl softly, folding the cloak underneath her arms.
"Hi," Hermione replied gloomily, lowering her head and looking outside. "Harry and Ron-"
"No. They don't know I'm here. Harry doesn't know that I took his cloak," the Weasel girl responded, "You wanted to tell me something?"
Hermione turned her tear streaked face towards the girl.
"Herm, what's wrong girl?" said 'Gina', approaching Hermione.
"I'm late," Hermione said sternly, her fingers gliding through her thick curls.
Gina's face paled and she said in a shaky voice, "Late! Com'on Hermione the Potions project is only due in three weeks."
"Ginny!" said Hermione, frustratingly, breaking out in more tears, "You know what I mean."
"How long?" Ginny asked after a long pause.
"Two weeks late," Hermione replied crying bitterly, "I'm pregnant."
And I can see the tears in your eyes
And what you said now
Can't stop the words from running through my head
"Told Harry?" Ginny asked, hugging Hermione.
Hermione shook her head and said humbly, "I wasn't with Harry two weeks ago."
I leaned against the wooden cabinet, hitting my head lightly against the door.
"Malfoy?" Ginny said whispered, I could barely hear her.
"Can't be anyone else," Hermione said distinctly, wrapping her arms around her chest.
I stopped looking at them out of shock. She was carrying my child. My child. The inheritor of all that belongs to the Malfoy name.
"Have you told him?" Ginny asked Hermione.
"No," she answered sarcastically, sitting on the cold dungeon floor, "He's too busy worshipping his splendid master Voldemort. He wouldn't care."
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I raced down the hallway to my room. "Heir," I muttered to the ghostly painting on my door before entering and throwing myself on my bed.
My inauguration to the Dark Side was not the only thing that occurred during the holidays. Voldemort named me his heir if anything happened to him because I had the credentials considering that I was the son of his most prized Death Eater. When I took Voldemort's place as the leader of the Dark Side, I would need someone in my place in case anything happened. It would work out perfectly. I would ensure that our child would be my heir to the Dark throne. She might not agree to it at the beginning, but she would realize all the great possibilities. After all, all Malfoys were destined for great things.
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Hermione's POV
Ginny's encouragement helped only to relieve the burden of the secret. I had not talked to her about Malfoy and I for a fairly long time. I rushed into my bedroom and opened my chest.
"If there was one thing that I am going to do right, I'm not going to make the same mistake," I murmured to myself, removing my black three-quarter shirt. I opened my trunk and quickly discovered a knife, which I had found in Malfoy's cloak during the holidays. At the same time, I encountered the necklace that Malfoy had given me for Christmas.
And what I'd do to get through to you
But you'd only do it again
So follow the leader down
And swallow your pride and drown
I threw it across the room roughly. I put the edge of the knife on my Mark and watched as the blood streamed down my arm.
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Draco's POV
I jumped over the wet balcony and bulged open the door. I searched through the room and found Hermione lying on the ground.
When there is no place left to go maybe that's when you will know
Follow the leader down
And swallow your pride and drown
I stared at her lying helplessly in a small pool of blood that was growing. I tore a piece of my robes impatiently and ran to her side. My eyes settled on the mark that was on her arm. The Dark Mark covered her arm, just like it covered mine. She had tried to remove it. I studied the knife that she had used and noticed that it was none other than my own.
After putting a dark spell to help stop the blood from flowing from the wound, I carefully wrapped her arm tightly with the cloth of my robes.
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Hermione's POV
A cold wet towel washed across my face and revitalized me. My feverish eyes opened to find Malfoy rubbing my forehead.
"Good morning," he said, wetting a hand towel in a bowl of water set up near my bed.
I jumped up and moved away from him, "What do you want."
"Shouldn't move a lot… I need to find a better spell to stop the blood-," he explained, folding the scarlet cloth in his hands.
"How dare you put a spell on me," I screamed at him.
"Perhaps you would prefer if I had taken you to Pomfrey so that the staff could see the Mark?" he hissed, "Lie down."
A nauseous feeling conquered me and I fell on the bed.
"Leave. I don't want you here," I said, turning my back on him.
"Hermione, I've said it before and I'll say it again, you're the most stubborn girl that I've met," he said irritated, curling his arms around my waist and pushing me on the bed against my will.
His thumb gently removed my tears and landed on my lips. "I confess, I don't know what to make from all this mess," he said.
Don't have much time for sympathy
But it never happened to me
You're feelin' down now
I don't know where I'll be when you come around
"I hate you," I murmured, "Why should you care. It was only a fling."
And now it's time to make a choice
And all I wanna hear is your voice
"Well I lied for you," he said condescendingly.
"For me!" I laughed sarcastically, "Right. Giving me the Dark Mark. Hurting me. Threatening me. Of course you loved me the whole time!"
"I still love you Hermione," he said sharply while she leaned against the wall of her bed. I looked away from me hurtfully.
He touched my hand and said, "I won't hurt you again."
"I'm with Harry now," I said, wondering how he would react to it.
"Fuck Hermione!" he said, kicking the bed. "Don't lie to me. You don't love him. You'll never see him more than a friend!" I knew that he was true. He was angry with me for liking Harry.
Suddenly, he threw the necklace he had given to me on my lap.
"The necklace was made to protect you. For some reason it must have given you the Dark Mark. I'll remove it for you," he said darkly.
I grasped the necklace and stared at it. For the first time I noticed that the liquid in the pendant had turned nearly black.
"It's my blood," he said plainly, glancing back at the dark sky.
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Draco's POV
"You raped her," she said simply, "You killed her and drank her blood."
How could she know? It must have to do with the necklace.
"Mione," I said looking at her stonily.
"Why?" she demanded.
I stood up in frustration; "I did it for us. If I had not, they would have found out about you! I didn't want you dead."
"You could have saved her," she mumbled.
"It wouldn't change who I am," I snapped. She shifted uncomfortably in her bed.
"It will change," I added sternly, yanking her face softly in my direction.
"How?" she said unemotionally.
"Overheard you and Ginny," I said, watching her face whiten. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"You don't care," she said as I crawled near her.
"It's my child too," I said, "Unless it's Harry's-"
"You know that it isn't," she hissed.
"I know," I said smirking at her. "Give me another chance."
"Remind me why I should?" she said, rolling her eyes.
"Because," I said lightly pushing her down on the bed and kissing her, "I," kissed her again, "Love," and again "You."
She started laughing although she was crying. Her face turned serious, "I don't want our child to be a Death Eater."
"Won't have to," I told her reassuringly, "Voldemort declared me the next leader after him. Fool. After he drops dead, I'll make sure that you are safe…."
"Really?" she giggled, as I tickled her, "Nor do I want our child to be a little Voldemort."
"He'll have his mother's intelligence," I said kissing her on the forehead, "and his father's charm." She lied down on my chest as I placed my hands over her belly button.
"What if I get expelled from Hogwarts?" she said worryingly.
"We'll be fine. We have a few months until we graduate. We'll lay low until the Dark Lord croaks and then you can move into the manor. We'll get married," I said planning our future.
"Yes, I can already picture our wedding in Azkaban with Death Eaters in bridal gowns," she said, closing her eyes.
"Potter and Weasel may come, I'll make sure they get special treatment from the Dementors,"
She hit me across the head, "Harry and Ron might not accept this completely… especially Harry."
"I can always force them to accept it," I said grinning. "There's a spell that can have interesting side effects-,"
"Don't you even dare," she warned me with her finger.
"Sleep," I said, kissing her delicately.
"What if Voldemort finds out-," she said, drifting off to sleep.
"Sleep, love," I said, kissing her closed eyelids.
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