A/N : I know this is really short, and that it has been a really long time
since I have written anything, but I plan to make amends. So please forgive
me! I promise to write more and soon. And if anyone feels that it is
necessary to flog me, I await punishment.
Speaking of punishment I plan on writing another SS/HG fic. It will
be a bit darker, but for those who are interested keep an eye out.
Anyway. Enjoy the chapter. If not I accept flames, but I will most
likely return the favor. = P
"What happened?" She whispered in awe. Draco shook his head slowly, looking down at her knees. The cold was growing more intense. He had to use all his will power to push away the desire to shiver. He closed his eyes, still faintly aware of a worried Hermione kneeling in front of him before he slipped away into nothingness. ***** Hermione continued to watch in horror as the form that used to be Draco looked away. He refused to look at her and his eyes slid shut. Her heart began to beat painful against her ribs. What should she do? What had happened? Should she take him to Poppy? Hermione opted to hold his shoulders tighter as her emotions and confusion clashed and fought for dominance. It was for this reason that she didn't feel the body stir under her hands. She was too preoccupied to notice the man raise his head and smile menacingly at her. She had no chance to pull back before she was flipped around and had her back crushed against the man's chest. Hermione made to scream, to give him a nasty shock...anything, but she couldn't. Something was holding her back. "Ahhh...I have you now." He purred in her ear. His lips brushedightly across the side of her neck. "You will never be able to escape me Hermione. No matter how hard you try." Hermione's mind raced with ideas of what Draco was up to. This wasn't another prank. This wasn't Draco. And that voice it sounded so familiar, and yet new to her ears. A strong hand slid up from the valley between her breasts, and Hermione realized why she hadn't retaliated. The hand was firmly wrapped around her daughter's life. The man chuckled, sending small vibrations through her body. The sound also brought recognition to Hermione's panic filled mind. Voldemort. "So you have conceived." Voldemort kissed her temple almost tenderly. "Pity. At least now I will have a way to keep you in line." He gave a vicious tug. The thin silver chain snapped under the chain. Hermione cried out as if her own life had been ripped from her body. "Please...please." Hermione pleaded. "Do not worry my dear." Voldemort whispered. "I will not harm you offspring. I have need of the child. But for now, I do not have need of you. So until I call you, you will forget of this meeting." With a few whispered words of magic Hermione fell into a deep sleep. The crystal in his hand glowed faintly then blazed gold as he wrapped a spell around it, before returning to its natural state. He carefully placed the chain back around Hermione's throat. His hand lingered there as Voldemort's image from his youth melted away. ***** Draco woke with a start. His head ached and his nose was filled with the smell of the outdoors. A familiar scent also mingled in the air. Draco snapped his eyes to the prone figure lying across his lap. Hermione's chest rose and fell softly with sleep. He smiled down at her, thinking they must have fallen asleep on the warm summer's night. He gently scooped her up from the ground and carried her back to castle. Totally unaware of what had passed in the last twenty minutes. Never knowing that he, Draco Malfoy, now hosted the darkest wizard of their time in his body. And that he had no control over when he would make himself known again. For one cannot control, what they don't know is there.
"What happened?" She whispered in awe. Draco shook his head slowly, looking down at her knees. The cold was growing more intense. He had to use all his will power to push away the desire to shiver. He closed his eyes, still faintly aware of a worried Hermione kneeling in front of him before he slipped away into nothingness. ***** Hermione continued to watch in horror as the form that used to be Draco looked away. He refused to look at her and his eyes slid shut. Her heart began to beat painful against her ribs. What should she do? What had happened? Should she take him to Poppy? Hermione opted to hold his shoulders tighter as her emotions and confusion clashed and fought for dominance. It was for this reason that she didn't feel the body stir under her hands. She was too preoccupied to notice the man raise his head and smile menacingly at her. She had no chance to pull back before she was flipped around and had her back crushed against the man's chest. Hermione made to scream, to give him a nasty shock...anything, but she couldn't. Something was holding her back. "Ahhh...I have you now." He purred in her ear. His lips brushedightly across the side of her neck. "You will never be able to escape me Hermione. No matter how hard you try." Hermione's mind raced with ideas of what Draco was up to. This wasn't another prank. This wasn't Draco. And that voice it sounded so familiar, and yet new to her ears. A strong hand slid up from the valley between her breasts, and Hermione realized why she hadn't retaliated. The hand was firmly wrapped around her daughter's life. The man chuckled, sending small vibrations through her body. The sound also brought recognition to Hermione's panic filled mind. Voldemort. "So you have conceived." Voldemort kissed her temple almost tenderly. "Pity. At least now I will have a way to keep you in line." He gave a vicious tug. The thin silver chain snapped under the chain. Hermione cried out as if her own life had been ripped from her body. "Please...please." Hermione pleaded. "Do not worry my dear." Voldemort whispered. "I will not harm you offspring. I have need of the child. But for now, I do not have need of you. So until I call you, you will forget of this meeting." With a few whispered words of magic Hermione fell into a deep sleep. The crystal in his hand glowed faintly then blazed gold as he wrapped a spell around it, before returning to its natural state. He carefully placed the chain back around Hermione's throat. His hand lingered there as Voldemort's image from his youth melted away. ***** Draco woke with a start. His head ached and his nose was filled with the smell of the outdoors. A familiar scent also mingled in the air. Draco snapped his eyes to the prone figure lying across his lap. Hermione's chest rose and fell softly with sleep. He smiled down at her, thinking they must have fallen asleep on the warm summer's night. He gently scooped her up from the ground and carried her back to castle. Totally unaware of what had passed in the last twenty minutes. Never knowing that he, Draco Malfoy, now hosted the darkest wizard of their time in his body. And that he had no control over when he would make himself known again. For one cannot control, what they don't know is there.