Title: The Bermuda Triangle

Summary: A plane crashes near the Bermuda Triangle and apparently all on board are killed. All, that is, but a mother and her daughter. The Triangle's magic transports the two into the Forbidden Forest and questions arise when the young mother leads her teenage daughter to the school—everybody thought the Gryffindor was dead, but she's here now and her daughter has curly blonde hair and is sorted into Slytherin. What is going on here?

Pairings: Past Hermione/Draco…present Hermione/Draco…present Harry/Ginny…who knows what else…

Author: Silver Sparklze

Started: 7th September 2003

Reason For Writing: This story was started as a challenge issued by Sage: The Dark Dryad. Let it be known that I NEVER turn down a challenge…*Ash's sister* LIAR!

Draco yawned as he slowly woke up. He smiled fondly at the woman lying beside him as he remembered the night before. Hermione was even more beautiful than he'd recalled. Her body had been slightly different, Jillian's birth having changed her forever. He remembered her trying to cover up the marks left by her pregnancy.

'What are you doing?' Draco asked, frowning in confusion as Hermione kept her hands over her hips.

"They're ugly." She whispered.

"What are?"

"Nothing." Draco gently moved her hands out of the way. What he saw there made his heart ache, and, strangely enough, tears blurred his vision.

"No they're not," He said, leaning down and kissing the offending white lines, "They're beautiful," kiss, "Sexy," kiss, "And utterly desirable." Kiss. "They show that you've had a child; our child." Hermione had reached up and kissed him hard, tears running down her cheeks.

"I can't believe how much I care for you." She murmured, "You and Jillian…you're my everything."

Draco kissed her gently atop her head.

"I love you so much." He whispered. Hermione sighed, turning over in her sleep and moving closer to him. He felt his body stir, despite himself.

"Love you," She sighed, still asleep. Draco smiled softly and sadly. He wished she were talking to him just then, not just to whoever it was in her dream. He knew that last night had just been a comfort thing for her, even if it had not been for him. He got up, and began to gather his clothes. She wouldn't want him to be there when she awoke.

Hermione stretched her body out when she woke up the next morning, and frowned, puzzled. Why did she feel so deliciously achy? Then the day before and all its events came swooping back. Her lip trembled when she remembered Jillian's disappearance. She turned over, expecting to see Draco, but there was no one there, and the bed was cold. She sat up, and tears welled up in her eyes. Had it meant so little to him, that he had left before she had even woken?

Now she felt cheap, like a two-penny whore. She buried her head in her hands, and began to cry.

Jillian opened her eyes slowly. They ached from all the crying, and her throat was raw. She nudged her leg against the wall, trying to feel in her pocket for her wand, and then laughed at her own stupidity. Of course they'd have taken it away; they weren't idiots. She slumped back against the wall, and growled.

"Well, we do have a temper." A silky voice said. Jillian jerked up, and glared at the pale, serpentine man who strolled in.

"Voldemort." She snapped.

"Very good, Jill. Can I call you Jill?"

"Why not," Jillian looked him straight in the eye, enjoying the look of shock on his face. "We're going to be spending a lot of time together, so we may as well get comfortable, Tom." Voldemort scowled.

"Don't call me that."

"Don't call me Jill and I won't call you Tom. Sound fair, Tom?"

"Crucio." Jillian screamed as the pain hit her. It was like her whole body was burning and liquidising under the pain. She panted hard, when Voldemort removed the curse. "Still gonna call me Tom, Jill?" Voldemort hissed.

"Yes, Tom." Jillian replied, her voice barely working after the screaming.

"Very well. Crucio." Jillian's screams echoed throughout the dungeon.

"Hermione?" Virginia gazed at her in concern. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Hermione said softly, picking at her food. She didn't feel like eating.

"Hermione, you've been stabbing that piece of bacon for the past ten minutes. I hate to tell you this, but it's already dead."

"Oh." Hermione stopped. Moments later, Draco walked in. She pushed away her plate, and got up. "I'm done, see you later." She said shortly.

Virginia turned to Draco as he sat down in Hermione's vacated chair.

"What did you do to her?" She hissed.

"Do to whom?" Draco questioned. He was feeling pretty good.

"Hermione. She hasn't eaten a thing, and the minute you walked in, she left. What did you do?"

"Nothing." Draco lied.

"Whatever. You did something, and when I find out what it was, you're dead."

"Of course, Virginia." Draco said mockingly, before eating his breakfast.

***

An owl swooped into Draco's office later that day. Draco took one look at the handwriting, and ran to the History of Magic classroom.

Ok, I know it's not a long chapter, but it was a good place to stop!

Ginny: You're such a bitch.

Hermione: Yeah! Why are you being so mean to me? And why am I paired with Malfoy of all people?!

Draco: Oh come on, you know you wanna. *Leers*

Hermione: *Looks slightly sick* Ew… *slaps Draco*

Draco: *Pouts*