CH.13 - A Child's Fate

The tiny drip-drop noise that that been constant since Hermione was in there beginning to stir her out of a mildly uncomfortable sleep. The room smelt of old cats and dirty laundry. The walls were dirty and soft moss clung to it. She was lying in a small bed and her feet dangled off the sides of it. It had obviously been meant for a six year old. Hermione had to hold her breath as long as she could, so as not to inhale the mustiness of the teddy bear comforter. It smelled liked it hadn't been cleaned in years, as did the rest of the house. When she tried to sit up, her head became heavy. She clutched her hair and drew her knees up to her forehead.

In the corner was a tiny dresser with three small drawers colored a dull pink and blue like a child's room. There was a tiny stack of children's books on made-up Quiddich players that usually end in good morals or nursery rhymes about silly goblins or unicorns. Shelves outlined the entire blur wallpapered room. Dust covered all the titles on the books that rested on the shelves, though these books looked a little big for a young child.

After Hermione's head had recovered from whatever spells they had put on her, she rose out of bed and only the itchy golden carpet. It was worn down and contained a lot of dark red and brown spots. There was one tiny window that she had to kneel down to look out, but her view was blocked by a gang of bars pressed so tightly together, that light barely passed though.

Standing back up, she passed the dresser without even bothering it. She had a very good sense that this wasn't the time to play detective. A white, paint chipped door was slightly open with a dim light on. With soft, slow tip toes, Hermione crept up and pushed the door with her index finger slightly. It creaked loudly and she took a step back, nothing happened. She pushed it entirely open this time and with more bravery, peeped her head around.

On a marble sink was a gray candle that had been burning for sometime, she could tell from the puddle of hardened wax on the floor. It seemed to form a snake figure in the cracks of the tile. This was obviously a very small adjoining bathroom. The shower was a bathtub as well and had a very cute picture of a fish swimming round and round the shower curtain.

It seemed very pleasant with the walls charmed to imitate schools of fish and sharks gliding beautifully underwater in your own bathroom, yet Hermione's stomach began to lynch forward. She fell to her knees and moaned loudly, wrapping her trembling arms around her stomach. Crawling to the base of the pearl white toilet, she vomited continuously until there was nothing else for her to throw up from her stomach. Hermione's body fell limply against the bathtub and she sobbed with relent, howling about her stomach.

"Shut up, you weak noisy child!" barked the old pale blonde woman, who had been standing over Hermione as her stomach wrenched. "Someone could hear you a wing away! I swear, the pain can't be that bad."

Hermione wiped the white phylum from the corner and stuttered, still feeling the stabbing pains in her stomach, "Y-y-you're Mrs. Malfoy."

"Well, aren't you such a smart one. Look, you stupid girl, I want you cleaned up at once," she putted Hermione up by one arm and pushed her roughly into the shower. Narcissa brushed her hands against her robes as if wiping the dirt she received from Hermione. Narcissa waved her wand and the hot scalding water immediately showered upon the gagging girl, who was still feeling sick. The pain all but disappeared when the water hit her. She began kicking and howling even louder then before trying to pull herself up out of the tub. Narcissa quickly overpowered her and began scrubbing her legs with what felt like an S.O.S pad.

"I will get rid of all this disgusting Muggle smell, though I can tell it will take more then one of these baths to get you a step closer to being even a speck of dirt worth in this house."

"Narcissa, I see she has woken up," purred a familiar voice.

"Oh, Pansy, you are just in time. Let me hold her down while we undress her so we can help to purge that dirty blood in her."

Pansy happily applied to the old woman's request and ripped the blouse and bra off with one quick swipe. The snotty girl sneered and grasped one of Hermione's breasts. "I don't see how Draco could be in interest with such a flat breasted whore." Hermione was too terrified to retort. Narcissa had one hell of a grip for as much as Hermione struggled; it just seemed to use all of her strength.

Pansy turned off the water that half filled the tub and dipped the scrub pad in. The first slit against the middle of her stomach hadn't hurt as badly until after she had covered her entire body at least a dozen times, Hermione's skin was entirely tender and bleeding in places, especially her face. On her legs some of the skin was dangling and burning. Hermione's body seemed entirely on fire even though she wasn't dying or melting.

After the water had become cold and Hermione's thoughts were disfigured from all the pain, she was pulled up and walked back into the child's play room. Pansy picked up a white granny night gown and pulled it over Hermione, pulling off some off the loose skin. She was very let down when the bushy haired girl only stared at the wall.

"Well, look at you, just a tiny inch better. Well, it's time for the show. You know we Malfoy's have wonderful hospitality and Pansy and I have prepared a-performance if you will. Come, dear," Narcissa said with poison in her voice.

Hermione took marching steps helped by both ladies as she went down the stairs, and down even more, it seemed to get colder and colder. That at least made her skin cooler. When they exited one door they were in an upper inside balcony that towered over a giant ballroom that had a stone snake in the middle looking down at the floor. There were also a few scurrying house elves heading to and fro.

The walk seemed fast because time seemed to black out for Hermione. The exhaustion was breaking her down but, thankfully they stopped at a door that was made of the darkest wood she had seen. It had a large DM formed by snakes on the front of it.

Narcissa knocked nonchalantly. Inside, there was a short fumble, a few shuffles, then a man appeared that looked nothing like the man she had expected. His hair had been grown out before but now it was scraggly and it looked like one big knot. His eyes were dull a totally gray. Draco-if she could call him that-he looked like death. His eyebrows hung so close to his eyes she was hardly aware that he was awake at all.

"Yes, mother?" he asked in a robotic like voice, his eyes staring right through Hermione.

"I have brought you a guest and tonight is the night I've been telling you about," she said with a small chuckle.

Draco blinked a few times and the blue flecks appeared back in his irises. The sight of her killed him. "Hermoine, what has happened to you," he cried, falling to his knees and looking at her legs that were shaking and barely holding her up. She didn't say anything but was trying hard not to leap into his arms. It would hurt too terribly bad on her body.

The raging Malfoy turned around quickly and was nose to nose with Narcissa. "WHAT-HAVE-YOU-DONE!" he roared with the anger that he'd had for Hermione at the beach. His breath blew her hair back.

"I have made her on her way to be cleansed. Perhaps we can keep her and make her insane. How much fun this will be," she laughed, now ever closer to his face, pulling her wand from her scarlet robes. "The fun has just begun after all." She drew her wand, aiming it at Hermione. "I will kill her if you do not. He automatically froze and stood, still staring at her. "Lay down on the bed," she ordered and he did so, lying as flat as a board. His eyes had grown drably gray again.

Hermione, thought her body still burning especially since her wounds were hardening, stepped forward and fell to the ground, her nerve ending flamed in agony. Pansy stepped next to her. "I would enjoy to kill you here a now, Miss Goody-Goody, but for now I'll settle for some thing worse." She turned around and snapped her hip to one side, walking snidely away.

"I shall watch for any dirty business. Pansy, you may continue," Narcissa called to her. The room was uncomfortably silent and all the candles had gone out. Pansy was walking slowly around the room but Hermione could still hear her light footsteps. Then she heard the sounds of cloth shuffling-then the bed squeaked.

One scarlet candle lit on the shelf next to the sled bed. Pansy was lying, completely naked, one leg draped over his thighs. Her blonde curly hair was spread around her chest, hardly covering her dark, jutting nipples. She was gyrating her hips against Draco's leg, who was staring at Hermione with tears in his eyes.

"Remember, son, I know the death curse just as well as any of the other death eaters. I will take such pleasure in killing her if you do not do what your wife asks," Narcissa said matter-of-factly.

"DRACO," Hermione screamed as Pansy undid his trousers. He pulled one hand up to stop her but Narcissa raised her wand at Hermione and he dropped it. She wanted to stand up to tackle Pansy and strangle her, but her body felt so stiff from all the bleeding wounds. She laid flat on her stomach and gagged from sobbing so much.

She could hear the pants being tossed to the side and she lifted her head to see Draco's rolled back in erotic pleasure. Pansy mounted him and threw back her head, crying out loudly, and then looking at Hermione. She locked eyes with Hermione and rocked back and forth on him, making him moan loudly.

"You see Hermione, the first born child of the Malfoy's after the father is an important one. They become the leader of the household, since Lucius is dead and it has been addressed that Draco is no long a wizard, that child will be the inherent of the manor."

Hermione screamed louder then both of them and pulled herself an inch with one burnt arm. The pain wasn't anything compared to watching Pansy take advantage of her one true love-and seeing her love enjoy her rivals pleasure. Another arm forward and another inch. Hermione had to make it to them. She didn't know what she would do in the state that she was in. She didn't care what pain she had to endure.

"Lucius made it perfectly clear he did not want me to run the house, so when the child is born I will make it in the way Lucius failed to make Draco. It will be more than a Dark Lord-and even Dumbledore. In a way, I will run this place the way I wish through a small impressionable kid," she sneered at Draco, tears streaking down his face as he tried to ignore the bucking woman on top of him.

Pansy began to ride him fast, biting her fingers and bouncing her breasts in Draco's face. He was insane with anger. He wanted to kill this bitch. He clutched her buttocks and pushing her on his member even harder. She screamed in pain this time. He pulled her onto him harder and faster every time and she began to scream for him to stop. She trying to pull off of him but that made him even more raving and rolled her over. He slammed into her and she sobbed, begging him to stop. Hermione could no longer watch.

At that moment they had waited for Draco to release himself in the trembling blonde and instantly stood up, heading for the shower. He didn't even look at Hermione. As soon as the bathroom door closed Narcissa strolled in, smiling, as if nothing had happened. She looked down at the wide-legged Pansy, shaking her head. "You are a foolish girl if you think I will make every day good for you. You didn't think you would actually have a good time with my son did you? How could he like something so disgusting looking? Close your legs, you look filthy." She turned to Hermione and smiled happily again. "Are you ready to go to your room?"

Her room, as she observed was in the highest place in the house, and the most hidden as they had to go though many rooms just to get to hers, even a closet. In front off Hermione's door Narcissa put her arm out and scowled at her.

"I know your secrets," she cooed, pushing her hand roughly against Hermione's stomach. "I will keep you here and continue to harm you, but not that child. Once the child is born, then your cleansing will be finished. You will be what I make you. Oh, and if you expect your friends to try and save you, I can assure you-I will be waiting."

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*sobs* oh how I hate to put Draco through such torture but to all the lovely reviewers.yes Hermione is pregnant ^_^ which is a good thing? I don't know *Draco smirk* but I will have another chap out soon!!! Please R&R - It's very inspiring!!!