Draco Malfoy was not a man to tolerate emotions. Throughout his childhood
his father would make sure that he never showed emotions of love. It would
be most un thought of for any such feelings to have occurred throughout his
boyhood. Of course he was taught to love dark magic and to love the fact
that his surname put him above all others. Yet now he found himself flooded
with emotion.
He hated her. Plain straight out hated her. He hated the way she sometimes made him smile. He hated the way she could make him forget that he was indeed better than her. And most of all he hated the way she was making him fall for her. Why the fuck was she doing this to him? She was nothing but a lowdown mudblood! And yet everytime he saw her; his knees felt as numb and his body felt no longer his.
The Twins were growing fast, almost too fast. Rhydon developed several new powers much to the death eators and to his mother's horror. While Scarlett became more and more pretty which pleased everyone. Hermione had made a full recovery and was now walking on her feet, although she no longer had a good immunity and got sick very easily.
For the most part Hermione felt lonely and isolated. Her only company seemed to be the twins, Draco, and Narcissa. Who only came to see her grandchildren. She had assumed the general coldness to Hermione. Often making comments about how it wsa such a pity the children could not be purebloods. As for Draco, it was complicated. Either she starved for his company or dispised the very thought of it. On occasion they flirted on others they fought. It was impossible to know how each of their conversations would start or end. Yet that conversation they had 3 weeks after the twins birth would change everything they had ever or done.
"I don't see what your problem is, your so selfish its like you love to be in control of my life or whatever is left of it!" Hermione screamed at him. They had been bickering over a quarter of an hour.
"On the contrary you should be thankful that I actually sometimes listen to you. You are nothing but a lowdown mudblood and I. Well needless to say am ten times your worth" He yelled back.
"I think you got it backwords ferret, I am not the won killing innocent people." She retorted.
"Innocent? Muggles polute this air that I breath, all muggles and Mudbloods should be killed for that."
"Oh For heaven sake Malfoy grow up."
"I don't event know why I keep you alive, you served your purpose and I have no need for you anymore." It was a lie and he knew it. He knew perfectly well why he didn't kill her, he knew perfectly well that as the days went on he fell more and more in love with her. There was a deadly silence.
"Ok, Malfoy. If I am of no more use to you then why don't you just kill me." She countiued " I mean I truly have served all my life purposes, getting knocked up at 17, bearing 2 children to the person I hated most, Being deprived of my 2 best friends not really knowing where one is and knowing that the other one is a slave. I mean my parents got divorced 3 years ago and now my father's married some other women with another child to replace me. I think your right Malfoy I have lost all my purposes. We could have been so much more." She stopped and realized her mistake immiedtly to late " I mean I could have been so much more." But the damaged had been done.
"You think we could have been something more than this?" he asked
"I meant I." he looked at her skeptically and she gave up "I don't really know what I meant by that." She said embarrass by her outburst.
"Why would I want to be with you? you are so much beneath me. You didnt deserve to have my children, that was a right reserved for someone like Pansy or Carla. And just because of some stupid drunk night you think we could have been something more." He yelled back at her. Why was he saying this of course he wanted to be with her. Why was he being so proud?
"Just forget I ever said ever said anything." She screamed back at him. With that Rhydon. She stormed into the nursery room, Draco following right behind her. She picked up Rhydon and started to pat his back almost alittle harder than she should have, and when he countiued to cry.
"Oh just shut up for once." She said angrily at her small son, this point tears were swelling in her eyes. Why was she taking her anger out on the baby? She had to be the worse mother there was. Realizing her mistake she started to coe at him "Mommy is so sorry, she didn't mean it." She whispered to him "Mommy loves you very much"
"Let me take him" said Draco sternly "You're in no stage to hold him."
"Mommy wont let him take you, Mommy wont let him hurt you, I promise" She continued to whisper to the baby. Hushing him down before putting him tin the crib.
She turned her head addressing Draco now. "Don't ever talk to me again" She started to storm out of the room.
"Granger Wait." She didn't wait instead she countiue to walk. Part of her wanting turn her back and the other part never wanting to see him again. But with in a matter of seconds contact imbetween the two became unavoidable as he grasped her wrist and forced her to turn around.
"Come to tell me how underserving I am, agian? She asked coolly.
"Not exactly" he replied.
"Then what?" She inquired.
"This." And with that he kissed her.
***
"I knew you would come back" Voldemort laughed coldly as he saw two of the death eaters bound Harry in chains.
"You Bastard" he retorted.
"Touchy subject Potter" The Dark lord examined in grandson more closely, he became more and more like himself each day. "But your mother was one too, which makes you not only the grandson of one but the actual son of bastard.
"Don't you ever insult my mother."
"I wasn't planning on." He laughed frigidly "But you forgot that she was my daughter, you on the other hand are my heir."
"I would never follow in your footsteps" Harry replied coolly.
"So you think." There was a certain sound of a demand in the dark lord's voice. "I noticed that you had my extra wand , something I have not seen well over 50 years. I wonder how you could have gotten your hands on something like that Potter."
"I found it." He replied.
"You liar. You forget then it is very obvious to me when I know someone is lying to me, now tell the truth Potter."
"You must have lost your touch because I found it." Harry replied.
Voldemort looked at him darkly "She is still alive then?"
"Who?" Harry asked perfectly well aware of what women he was asking for.
"The girl" He replied coldly.
"There are many girls in the world." He retorted sarcastically.
"Don't play smart with me, I gave that wand to her for safe keeping and forgot to ask it back when I left her." He said in a distant manner.
"Then she must have sold it. I don't think she would want any remembrance of what you did to her."
"I highly doubt that. You don't understand what type of girl she is." His voice faded.
"I don't think you do either." Voldemort looked amused by his grandson's comment.
"I knew everything about her, I knew all her likes and dislikes, I knew all her powers as she did mine. Especially her virtues and I know she would have always withheld a promise it was in her nature." Harry raised his eyebrow.
"You left her. You never loved her or you would have stayed with her." Accussed Harry.
"That's the reason I did leave her, she was too much of a distraction. Of course I would have stayed a little longer had I known she was pregnant with my child."
"Well I am glad you never had a chance to raise my mother and I am glad she defied you." Voldemort looked at him darkly.
"I never saw much hope in your mother, she was too much like her own mother to be persuaded but you. I always something in you"
"Take that back. I am not anything like you. Your evil" Harry had never felt more wrath in his life.
"You know what your greatest problem is Potter. You take everything as good and bad. What you need to understand is that there is only the powerful and the weak."
"I would rather be weak then do the stuff you do to people!" There was a cold silence but tension heating up and then evil smirk came across the dark lord's face.
"You came back to Hogwarts in order to really save two people, what if we were to come to some arrangement. If you were to join forces with me I will let them ago and they will never be hurt or attempted to be killed. If you remain stubborn. I will kill your friend Ron Weasily. The girl we could keep for a few more years, the young Malfoy has taken an intrest in her, and if we are lucky they will have a few more kids, hopefully all of them will be as powerful as the boy and by then I will have an army of little demons. Of course if nothing happens she too will be killed."
"I hate you!" Harry screamed angrily it was a loose-loose situation. He would be letting down the remaining good in the world if he agreed. If he disagreed he would be destroying the lives of his best friends. The only real family he had ever known.
"Is it agreement then?" Voldemort looked overly pleased with himself.
"If you let all the other slaves go too." Harry asked desperately
"Your not worth that much."
"Fine then just Ginny Weasily as well." He felt so hopeless at the moment.
"Done only if Hermione gets released in two years times." VOldemort replied icily back
"No." Harry argued back.
"I will let you have 2 more slaves get freedom." He thought about this.
"As long as Hermione gets treated well and I get to see her on occasion." And the words he dreaded most.
"Done."
Yet another cliffy
Authors Note: Sorry that took awhile. It was kind of hard for me to write after the 5th book. Since it changed a lot of aspects of the story. But then I decided to continue regaurdless. Sirus Black will still be alive (since its kind off hard for me to change that) and the whole second prophecy thing kind of changes aspects off the plot so that will also not be included
Much thanks to the reviewers you guys are the reason I continue to write this.
H Malfoy
He hated her. Plain straight out hated her. He hated the way she sometimes made him smile. He hated the way she could make him forget that he was indeed better than her. And most of all he hated the way she was making him fall for her. Why the fuck was she doing this to him? She was nothing but a lowdown mudblood! And yet everytime he saw her; his knees felt as numb and his body felt no longer his.
The Twins were growing fast, almost too fast. Rhydon developed several new powers much to the death eators and to his mother's horror. While Scarlett became more and more pretty which pleased everyone. Hermione had made a full recovery and was now walking on her feet, although she no longer had a good immunity and got sick very easily.
For the most part Hermione felt lonely and isolated. Her only company seemed to be the twins, Draco, and Narcissa. Who only came to see her grandchildren. She had assumed the general coldness to Hermione. Often making comments about how it wsa such a pity the children could not be purebloods. As for Draco, it was complicated. Either she starved for his company or dispised the very thought of it. On occasion they flirted on others they fought. It was impossible to know how each of their conversations would start or end. Yet that conversation they had 3 weeks after the twins birth would change everything they had ever or done.
"I don't see what your problem is, your so selfish its like you love to be in control of my life or whatever is left of it!" Hermione screamed at him. They had been bickering over a quarter of an hour.
"On the contrary you should be thankful that I actually sometimes listen to you. You are nothing but a lowdown mudblood and I. Well needless to say am ten times your worth" He yelled back.
"I think you got it backwords ferret, I am not the won killing innocent people." She retorted.
"Innocent? Muggles polute this air that I breath, all muggles and Mudbloods should be killed for that."
"Oh For heaven sake Malfoy grow up."
"I don't event know why I keep you alive, you served your purpose and I have no need for you anymore." It was a lie and he knew it. He knew perfectly well why he didn't kill her, he knew perfectly well that as the days went on he fell more and more in love with her. There was a deadly silence.
"Ok, Malfoy. If I am of no more use to you then why don't you just kill me." She countiued " I mean I truly have served all my life purposes, getting knocked up at 17, bearing 2 children to the person I hated most, Being deprived of my 2 best friends not really knowing where one is and knowing that the other one is a slave. I mean my parents got divorced 3 years ago and now my father's married some other women with another child to replace me. I think your right Malfoy I have lost all my purposes. We could have been so much more." She stopped and realized her mistake immiedtly to late " I mean I could have been so much more." But the damaged had been done.
"You think we could have been something more than this?" he asked
"I meant I." he looked at her skeptically and she gave up "I don't really know what I meant by that." She said embarrass by her outburst.
"Why would I want to be with you? you are so much beneath me. You didnt deserve to have my children, that was a right reserved for someone like Pansy or Carla. And just because of some stupid drunk night you think we could have been something more." He yelled back at her. Why was he saying this of course he wanted to be with her. Why was he being so proud?
"Just forget I ever said ever said anything." She screamed back at him. With that Rhydon. She stormed into the nursery room, Draco following right behind her. She picked up Rhydon and started to pat his back almost alittle harder than she should have, and when he countiued to cry.
"Oh just shut up for once." She said angrily at her small son, this point tears were swelling in her eyes. Why was she taking her anger out on the baby? She had to be the worse mother there was. Realizing her mistake she started to coe at him "Mommy is so sorry, she didn't mean it." She whispered to him "Mommy loves you very much"
"Let me take him" said Draco sternly "You're in no stage to hold him."
"Mommy wont let him take you, Mommy wont let him hurt you, I promise" She continued to whisper to the baby. Hushing him down before putting him tin the crib.
She turned her head addressing Draco now. "Don't ever talk to me again" She started to storm out of the room.
"Granger Wait." She didn't wait instead she countiue to walk. Part of her wanting turn her back and the other part never wanting to see him again. But with in a matter of seconds contact imbetween the two became unavoidable as he grasped her wrist and forced her to turn around.
"Come to tell me how underserving I am, agian? She asked coolly.
"Not exactly" he replied.
"Then what?" She inquired.
"This." And with that he kissed her.
***
"I knew you would come back" Voldemort laughed coldly as he saw two of the death eaters bound Harry in chains.
"You Bastard" he retorted.
"Touchy subject Potter" The Dark lord examined in grandson more closely, he became more and more like himself each day. "But your mother was one too, which makes you not only the grandson of one but the actual son of bastard.
"Don't you ever insult my mother."
"I wasn't planning on." He laughed frigidly "But you forgot that she was my daughter, you on the other hand are my heir."
"I would never follow in your footsteps" Harry replied coolly.
"So you think." There was a certain sound of a demand in the dark lord's voice. "I noticed that you had my extra wand , something I have not seen well over 50 years. I wonder how you could have gotten your hands on something like that Potter."
"I found it." He replied.
"You liar. You forget then it is very obvious to me when I know someone is lying to me, now tell the truth Potter."
"You must have lost your touch because I found it." Harry replied.
Voldemort looked at him darkly "She is still alive then?"
"Who?" Harry asked perfectly well aware of what women he was asking for.
"The girl" He replied coldly.
"There are many girls in the world." He retorted sarcastically.
"Don't play smart with me, I gave that wand to her for safe keeping and forgot to ask it back when I left her." He said in a distant manner.
"Then she must have sold it. I don't think she would want any remembrance of what you did to her."
"I highly doubt that. You don't understand what type of girl she is." His voice faded.
"I don't think you do either." Voldemort looked amused by his grandson's comment.
"I knew everything about her, I knew all her likes and dislikes, I knew all her powers as she did mine. Especially her virtues and I know she would have always withheld a promise it was in her nature." Harry raised his eyebrow.
"You left her. You never loved her or you would have stayed with her." Accussed Harry.
"That's the reason I did leave her, she was too much of a distraction. Of course I would have stayed a little longer had I known she was pregnant with my child."
"Well I am glad you never had a chance to raise my mother and I am glad she defied you." Voldemort looked at him darkly.
"I never saw much hope in your mother, she was too much like her own mother to be persuaded but you. I always something in you"
"Take that back. I am not anything like you. Your evil" Harry had never felt more wrath in his life.
"You know what your greatest problem is Potter. You take everything as good and bad. What you need to understand is that there is only the powerful and the weak."
"I would rather be weak then do the stuff you do to people!" There was a cold silence but tension heating up and then evil smirk came across the dark lord's face.
"You came back to Hogwarts in order to really save two people, what if we were to come to some arrangement. If you were to join forces with me I will let them ago and they will never be hurt or attempted to be killed. If you remain stubborn. I will kill your friend Ron Weasily. The girl we could keep for a few more years, the young Malfoy has taken an intrest in her, and if we are lucky they will have a few more kids, hopefully all of them will be as powerful as the boy and by then I will have an army of little demons. Of course if nothing happens she too will be killed."
"I hate you!" Harry screamed angrily it was a loose-loose situation. He would be letting down the remaining good in the world if he agreed. If he disagreed he would be destroying the lives of his best friends. The only real family he had ever known.
"Is it agreement then?" Voldemort looked overly pleased with himself.
"If you let all the other slaves go too." Harry asked desperately
"Your not worth that much."
"Fine then just Ginny Weasily as well." He felt so hopeless at the moment.
"Done only if Hermione gets released in two years times." VOldemort replied icily back
"No." Harry argued back.
"I will let you have 2 more slaves get freedom." He thought about this.
"As long as Hermione gets treated well and I get to see her on occasion." And the words he dreaded most.
"Done."
Yet another cliffy
Authors Note: Sorry that took awhile. It was kind of hard for me to write after the 5th book. Since it changed a lot of aspects of the story. But then I decided to continue regaurdless. Sirus Black will still be alive (since its kind off hard for me to change that) and the whole second prophecy thing kind of changes aspects off the plot so that will also not be included
Much thanks to the reviewers you guys are the reason I continue to write this.
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