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Chapter 12
Demonic Baby
To Hermione's dismay, most of the house had been locked up, and she was only really limited to the general areas, which included the living room, conservatory, the dinning room and to her great pleasure the library. Also parts of the outdoors were accessible, although those parts were heavily secured. However there were many rooms that were locked, which put a great amount of curiosity on Hermione's part. What were in these rooms? What secrets did they hide?
She had avoided Draco as much as she could. Of course she was bounded to run into him sometime or another since they were living in the same manor, However in the few times they did see each other, they both avoided contact, for the acceptations of a few insults he would throw at her, which she in turn ignored and went about her day.
Life was at good as it could possibly could get, minus the fact she was 17 and pregnant, with the person she hated most 's child, a child who was bound to evil from birth. Also not including she had not seen Ron for a long time, and Harry longer. Yet sometimes she could bring herself to forget all of this, manly when she was reading a book, and was fantasying that she was the Heroine of the story. She imagined what she would have done each of the scenarios that came up. For the few moments, those few moments where she would forget the awfulness of her life was what she looked forward to every single day.
It went like this for two weeks and finally it was time for Draco to leave back to Hogwarts. Something Hermione had been looking deeply forward to, for along time.
"No More Malfoy" She thought happily on Sunday morning. She smiled for a moment, and than thought back to the fourth year when Professor Moody aka Barty Crouch turned Malfoy into a ferret, she laughed hartly at this and at that very moment the last person she wanted to see entered the room.
"Whats so funny Granger?" She stared at him for second and smirked.
"Nothing Malfoy." He stared at her strangely thinking whether or not to insult her but decided to go against it.
"Very well" He said slowly and hesitated for a moment and continued, "As you know I will be headed to back to Hogwarts with in several hours" Hermione nodded slowly. Her eyes looked straight into his. She had never noticed the soft blue strikes that went through those cold gray eyes, she had always over looked them. For a second and a second only she got lost in them. They faces were only a shoulder length a part. Her eyes darted down to his pointy nose and then to his smooth lip which was forming a curl to it, and making his way to a evil sadistic smirk. She was so taken with his facial characteristic she ignored what he was saying.
"Do you understand me?" she heard from a distant. She brought her self back to reality.
"Huh? Come again?" she said
"I said do you bloody understand me?" He said impatiently rolling his eyes at hers.
She hesitated for a moment, trying to figure what he had just said. Why the hell couldn't she have just have actually paid attention. In the end she ended up agreeing to what he was saying, even though she had not really heard what he said, she didn't plan to irritate the already irritated Draco Malfoy.
"Good, now be a good little mudblood and take care of yourself and that" He pointed to the swelling of her stomach.
"I think that comes naturally Malfoy." She retorted
"Not when it comes to a suicidal mother" He said back, now glaring at her hatefully.
"Maybe the mother wouldn't have been so suicidal had the father been so disdainful" She said quickly. Tension was growing between them.
"Mudblood" She stiffened as he said this. Some how that word always been a weak spot for her. But she didn't hesitate long before she quickly said.
"Death Eator" She hissed
"And proud of it" he muttered back. She frowned at him for a moment. He's is such a bastard, she thought. God I hate him. Her thoughts of pure hate continued to form. Why had she been so cursed? With that a flaming sensation was burning in her hands and it was almost as it, it was a fire. She slowly looked at her now burning hands. But to her deep immense surprise it appeared to be a fireball. However within a few seconds the "fireball" disappeared.
Malfoy had also noticed this flame ball and was starring at her with immense curiosity. However with in a few seconds it appeared that he understood everything. He grabbed her wrists, and pulled her into the hall and then down and then led her into one of those locked rooms that she had not been able to get in to.
He let go of her, and barely audible muttered some incantation and the door slowly opened. Inside of it was a room full of dark arts. Many of which had been banned from the Ministry since The Fall of Voldemort. No wonder the Malfoys had put special security on these rooms, had the ministry known there would have been many fines as well as some years in Azcaban.
He led her over to a bookshelf. It was old and dusty unlike much of Malfoy Manor which was well kept. This was obviously one place where house elves were not allowed.
He pulled out one of the older looking books which entitled "L'ascendance du Malfoy's. Le volume Deux. Les Femmes" which Hermione quickly translated into the Ancestry of the Malfoy's. Volume Two the Women. He quickly started to scan the pages. As Hermione looked over his back she saw pictures and descriptions of women, beautiful women at that. On their description, it would basically say who they were born to, who they married and what children they had had and a description of their lives. The first couple of women's story was written in French before it was slowly translated into English. Finally Draco found the page he was looking for. There in the center of it was a pretty women with long dark hair, she had sharp gray eyes and pale skin. The page was titled Nevaeh Esora. As Hermione countiued to read the descriptions, it turned out that she was born on September the 3rd 1827, and Married Xavier Malfoy.
"She was Half demon," he muttered to Hermione. Of course Hermione had heard about Demons, they had been mentioned in the Daily Prophet several times and then a lesson in Defense against the Dark Arts, where they came up in the text. However Demons and wizards practically ignored each other existences. Although there were many dark wizards none of them were actually evil they were bad but they were morally evil. Demons were evil completely evil forgetting all morals.
Hermione raised her eye brows as he said this. "Explain" He smirked at her as she said this.
"Very well, if I know my history right. Her Father, my great-great-great- great grandfather, her father was a wizard. A very powerful wizard wanted some real evil blood with in his heir. So in order to produce such a child he needed a demon. So he kidnapped a female demon and produced a daughter. Whom they named Nevaeh Erosa. Of course he wanted a boy heir, but his demonic wife killed him before he touched her and went back to the demons. Leaving her three year old daughter behind with her former mother inlaw" He hesitated for a second.
"Yes" Hermione said.
"The girl grew up, and she was extremely powerful. Not only did she have the powers of a demon but that of witch. However most men were deeply afraid of her from what her mother had done to her father. However my great- great-great grandfather Xavier Malfoy fell deeply in love with her and eventually married her. Together they had one son, who took after his father completely for the acceptation of the gray eyes. However he was not blessed with the demon. Niether did his son, my great grandfather, my grandfather, my father or me for that matter." Hermione nodded, now thanking god that Malfoy had not been born a demon.
"And of point of this story?" She asked coolly. His back turned to her front suddenly wiped around with a evil smirk forming on his friend.
'I would have thought you would have figured that out Granger." He said slowly enjoying every last moment of this."
"Figured out what Malfoy?" She asked now burning with curiosity. "That baby, has been blessed with the power, the power or powers of a demon" Her eyes widened and her face whitened. Right before fainting on the stone cold floor.
A/N cliffy. Hermione and Draco's baby is a demon!!! Sorry it took awhile for the new chapter. I realized that there are a lot of stories like this so I am doing my best to make this story has different from the others as possible. I wanna thank all the people who reviewed it really meant a lot. I know that I don't really answer to them on the stories, but you can always send any questions to my email. I will make sure to respond to them. And once again Please Review.
Chapter 12
Demonic Baby
To Hermione's dismay, most of the house had been locked up, and she was only really limited to the general areas, which included the living room, conservatory, the dinning room and to her great pleasure the library. Also parts of the outdoors were accessible, although those parts were heavily secured. However there were many rooms that were locked, which put a great amount of curiosity on Hermione's part. What were in these rooms? What secrets did they hide?
She had avoided Draco as much as she could. Of course she was bounded to run into him sometime or another since they were living in the same manor, However in the few times they did see each other, they both avoided contact, for the acceptations of a few insults he would throw at her, which she in turn ignored and went about her day.
Life was at good as it could possibly could get, minus the fact she was 17 and pregnant, with the person she hated most 's child, a child who was bound to evil from birth. Also not including she had not seen Ron for a long time, and Harry longer. Yet sometimes she could bring herself to forget all of this, manly when she was reading a book, and was fantasying that she was the Heroine of the story. She imagined what she would have done each of the scenarios that came up. For the few moments, those few moments where she would forget the awfulness of her life was what she looked forward to every single day.
It went like this for two weeks and finally it was time for Draco to leave back to Hogwarts. Something Hermione had been looking deeply forward to, for along time.
"No More Malfoy" She thought happily on Sunday morning. She smiled for a moment, and than thought back to the fourth year when Professor Moody aka Barty Crouch turned Malfoy into a ferret, she laughed hartly at this and at that very moment the last person she wanted to see entered the room.
"Whats so funny Granger?" She stared at him for second and smirked.
"Nothing Malfoy." He stared at her strangely thinking whether or not to insult her but decided to go against it.
"Very well" He said slowly and hesitated for a moment and continued, "As you know I will be headed to back to Hogwarts with in several hours" Hermione nodded slowly. Her eyes looked straight into his. She had never noticed the soft blue strikes that went through those cold gray eyes, she had always over looked them. For a second and a second only she got lost in them. They faces were only a shoulder length a part. Her eyes darted down to his pointy nose and then to his smooth lip which was forming a curl to it, and making his way to a evil sadistic smirk. She was so taken with his facial characteristic she ignored what he was saying.
"Do you understand me?" she heard from a distant. She brought her self back to reality.
"Huh? Come again?" she said
"I said do you bloody understand me?" He said impatiently rolling his eyes at hers.
She hesitated for a moment, trying to figure what he had just said. Why the hell couldn't she have just have actually paid attention. In the end she ended up agreeing to what he was saying, even though she had not really heard what he said, she didn't plan to irritate the already irritated Draco Malfoy.
"Good, now be a good little mudblood and take care of yourself and that" He pointed to the swelling of her stomach.
"I think that comes naturally Malfoy." She retorted
"Not when it comes to a suicidal mother" He said back, now glaring at her hatefully.
"Maybe the mother wouldn't have been so suicidal had the father been so disdainful" She said quickly. Tension was growing between them.
"Mudblood" She stiffened as he said this. Some how that word always been a weak spot for her. But she didn't hesitate long before she quickly said.
"Death Eator" She hissed
"And proud of it" he muttered back. She frowned at him for a moment. He's is such a bastard, she thought. God I hate him. Her thoughts of pure hate continued to form. Why had she been so cursed? With that a flaming sensation was burning in her hands and it was almost as it, it was a fire. She slowly looked at her now burning hands. But to her deep immense surprise it appeared to be a fireball. However within a few seconds the "fireball" disappeared.
Malfoy had also noticed this flame ball and was starring at her with immense curiosity. However with in a few seconds it appeared that he understood everything. He grabbed her wrists, and pulled her into the hall and then down and then led her into one of those locked rooms that she had not been able to get in to.
He let go of her, and barely audible muttered some incantation and the door slowly opened. Inside of it was a room full of dark arts. Many of which had been banned from the Ministry since The Fall of Voldemort. No wonder the Malfoys had put special security on these rooms, had the ministry known there would have been many fines as well as some years in Azcaban.
He led her over to a bookshelf. It was old and dusty unlike much of Malfoy Manor which was well kept. This was obviously one place where house elves were not allowed.
He pulled out one of the older looking books which entitled "L'ascendance du Malfoy's. Le volume Deux. Les Femmes" which Hermione quickly translated into the Ancestry of the Malfoy's. Volume Two the Women. He quickly started to scan the pages. As Hermione looked over his back she saw pictures and descriptions of women, beautiful women at that. On their description, it would basically say who they were born to, who they married and what children they had had and a description of their lives. The first couple of women's story was written in French before it was slowly translated into English. Finally Draco found the page he was looking for. There in the center of it was a pretty women with long dark hair, she had sharp gray eyes and pale skin. The page was titled Nevaeh Esora. As Hermione countiued to read the descriptions, it turned out that she was born on September the 3rd 1827, and Married Xavier Malfoy.
"She was Half demon," he muttered to Hermione. Of course Hermione had heard about Demons, they had been mentioned in the Daily Prophet several times and then a lesson in Defense against the Dark Arts, where they came up in the text. However Demons and wizards practically ignored each other existences. Although there were many dark wizards none of them were actually evil they were bad but they were morally evil. Demons were evil completely evil forgetting all morals.
Hermione raised her eye brows as he said this. "Explain" He smirked at her as she said this.
"Very well, if I know my history right. Her Father, my great-great-great- great grandfather, her father was a wizard. A very powerful wizard wanted some real evil blood with in his heir. So in order to produce such a child he needed a demon. So he kidnapped a female demon and produced a daughter. Whom they named Nevaeh Erosa. Of course he wanted a boy heir, but his demonic wife killed him before he touched her and went back to the demons. Leaving her three year old daughter behind with her former mother inlaw" He hesitated for a second.
"Yes" Hermione said.
"The girl grew up, and she was extremely powerful. Not only did she have the powers of a demon but that of witch. However most men were deeply afraid of her from what her mother had done to her father. However my great- great-great grandfather Xavier Malfoy fell deeply in love with her and eventually married her. Together they had one son, who took after his father completely for the acceptation of the gray eyes. However he was not blessed with the demon. Niether did his son, my great grandfather, my grandfather, my father or me for that matter." Hermione nodded, now thanking god that Malfoy had not been born a demon.
"And of point of this story?" She asked coolly. His back turned to her front suddenly wiped around with a evil smirk forming on his friend.
'I would have thought you would have figured that out Granger." He said slowly enjoying every last moment of this."
"Figured out what Malfoy?" She asked now burning with curiosity. "That baby, has been blessed with the power, the power or powers of a demon" Her eyes widened and her face whitened. Right before fainting on the stone cold floor.
A/N cliffy. Hermione and Draco's baby is a demon!!! Sorry it took awhile for the new chapter. I realized that there are a lot of stories like this so I am doing my best to make this story has different from the others as possible. I wanna thank all the people who reviewed it really meant a lot. I know that I don't really answer to them on the stories, but you can always send any questions to my email. I will make sure to respond to them. And once again Please Review.