A/N-Wow-Lotsa reviews! Thanx guys! (
Previously."I have just one question." Harry said in a steady, calm voice. He turned to Snape and asked, "Am I your son?"
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Hermione nursed Joe just before she left for her meeting with Malfoy. Then she made sure he had a clean diaper and set off. About halfway there, Joe fell asleep on her shoulder. Hermione hadn't thought it possible to love anything Malfoy, but she loved Joe so much, that it sometimes scared her. Even though he had only been alive for 2 days, she couldn't imagine how she would feel if he were gone. Even though she had loved her parents as a child, they had never supported her being a witch, and now she rarely talked to them, because they were cruel to her. Ever since her 12-year-old muggle sister, Anita, had been born, they had basically ignored her. But as the years progressed, they had become nastier, criticizing anything she did.
Hermione reached the library and headed over to the section in which Draco had suggested that they meet. She saw him sitting at a table, reading. Walking over she asked, "What do you want Malfoy?"
"To speak with you about this project"
"His name is Joe."
"He's not real- so who cares?"
'That's what you think.' Hermione thought bitterly, and then said, "So talk Malfoy. What do you want?"
"You said I had to watch it half the time, and I wanted to make a schedule. You're so stupid Mudblood."
"I changed my mind!"
"Why?" he asked, curiosity aroused.
"Because!" Hermione hoped he would leave it at that. She would have to tell him eventually, she was not ready now.
"Tell me or I'll have my father."
"Your precious Death Eater father? What's he going to do? What are you going to say to him huh Malfoy? That the Meanie Mudblood is hogging all the work?"
"How dare you mock me?" Draco was outraged. "It's easy- there's so much to mock!"
"Ignorant bitch!"
"People use profanity only because they cannot think of how to properly express their thoughts. I read it in Psychology Today."
Then Joe started to cry. Hermione rubbed his back unconsciously, oblivious to the look Draco was giving her. She told him briskly, "I have to go. I forgot the cards in my room." Then, taking a deep breath, she said, "Come to my rooms tonight at 5. Harry will be there. I don't know about Ron. Don't bring your Slytherin goons- there's something secret we need to discuss."
Draco sneered, "Awwww- the 'ickle Mudblood has a secret. How quaint."
"Be there Malfoy."
"Yeah, yeah."
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Severus Snape looked at the complacent young man before him. How hard it must have been for him to ask that question. So, he decided to respond truthfully. "Only biologically." Then he spun around and walked out of the office.
Harry stood in a stupor for a second, and then tore off after Snape. He caught Snape easily, and through gritted teeth, managed to say, "Why? You hated me because you thought I was James' son- but now that I'm not, you still hate me?"
"I don't hate you. I just can't be your father."
"Well you fucked that up for yourself the moment you impregnated my mother! Lily was my mother, right?"
"Yes."
"Did you rape her?"
"No.
"Did you love her?"
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Draco walked back to Slytherin fuming. The stupid girl. What did she know about his father? Nothing. So she should bloody well mind her own business. He got to the entrance, and said the password, "The Morrigan" Entering the common room, he sat down in an armchair, when Pansy came over and sat on his lap. Standing abruptly, he told her to go away, and headed up to his rooms. Blaise Zabini, his girlfriend was waiting for him there, and she walked over to him, embracing him, ad pulling him towards the bed.
Blaise pulled Draco down onto the bed, and straddled him, loosening his robes with one hand while sliding the other down his shirt. That was when Draco decided he needed to take his mind off a certain Mudblood. So he flipped Blaise over, and pushing her shoulder length black hair out of the way, began to suck her earlobe. She groaned beneath him, and he pulled her shirt off, revealing a black bra. He loosened it with his teeth, and pulled it back, revealing her breasts. But Draco hadn't counted on the spell that caused them to look strange and bloated. It was a total turnoff to him, and he goy up. Blaise, still lying there on the bed asked, "What are you doing?"
"Sorry. Not in the mood."
Blaise scowled at him, and left the room. Draco lay on his bed, and, unbidden, thoughts of Hermione entered his mind. How she bit her bottom lip when she was figuring out a hard puzzle. How her face would light up every time she got the answer. How she was always smiling. His thoughts wandered, and he wondered what I would have been like if it was Hermione in his bed. She had become beautiful, he didn't deny it. But the thought of her in bed.would she be like she was in class- always the teacher, instructing him on which organ did what- the mechanics of it all? Would she be as passionate as she was with her other causes, the hippogriff, the house elves? Would she be terrible, slobbery and dry? He ginned, he would never know. But the image of her, spread eagled on him bed, breasts full with milk, and swollen, was just as beautiful to him as anything he'd ever fantasized.
This was wrong. He shouldn't have these thoughts about her. It was a long day catching up to him, and he quietly dressed for bed, and went to sleep.
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A/N 2- Do you guys want about 1000 wpc? (Words per chapter) I can update much more often that way. I write the next chapter after I post the previous one, so I can use your input from reviews to guide me. Or, I can do 2000-4000 wpc, but the updates will be much less frequent. So- tell me what you think, K!
Previously."I have just one question." Harry said in a steady, calm voice. He turned to Snape and asked, "Am I your son?"
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Hermione nursed Joe just before she left for her meeting with Malfoy. Then she made sure he had a clean diaper and set off. About halfway there, Joe fell asleep on her shoulder. Hermione hadn't thought it possible to love anything Malfoy, but she loved Joe so much, that it sometimes scared her. Even though he had only been alive for 2 days, she couldn't imagine how she would feel if he were gone. Even though she had loved her parents as a child, they had never supported her being a witch, and now she rarely talked to them, because they were cruel to her. Ever since her 12-year-old muggle sister, Anita, had been born, they had basically ignored her. But as the years progressed, they had become nastier, criticizing anything she did.
Hermione reached the library and headed over to the section in which Draco had suggested that they meet. She saw him sitting at a table, reading. Walking over she asked, "What do you want Malfoy?"
"To speak with you about this project"
"His name is Joe."
"He's not real- so who cares?"
'That's what you think.' Hermione thought bitterly, and then said, "So talk Malfoy. What do you want?"
"You said I had to watch it half the time, and I wanted to make a schedule. You're so stupid Mudblood."
"I changed my mind!"
"Why?" he asked, curiosity aroused.
"Because!" Hermione hoped he would leave it at that. She would have to tell him eventually, she was not ready now.
"Tell me or I'll have my father."
"Your precious Death Eater father? What's he going to do? What are you going to say to him huh Malfoy? That the Meanie Mudblood is hogging all the work?"
"How dare you mock me?" Draco was outraged. "It's easy- there's so much to mock!"
"Ignorant bitch!"
"People use profanity only because they cannot think of how to properly express their thoughts. I read it in Psychology Today."
Then Joe started to cry. Hermione rubbed his back unconsciously, oblivious to the look Draco was giving her. She told him briskly, "I have to go. I forgot the cards in my room." Then, taking a deep breath, she said, "Come to my rooms tonight at 5. Harry will be there. I don't know about Ron. Don't bring your Slytherin goons- there's something secret we need to discuss."
Draco sneered, "Awwww- the 'ickle Mudblood has a secret. How quaint."
"Be there Malfoy."
"Yeah, yeah."
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Severus Snape looked at the complacent young man before him. How hard it must have been for him to ask that question. So, he decided to respond truthfully. "Only biologically." Then he spun around and walked out of the office.
Harry stood in a stupor for a second, and then tore off after Snape. He caught Snape easily, and through gritted teeth, managed to say, "Why? You hated me because you thought I was James' son- but now that I'm not, you still hate me?"
"I don't hate you. I just can't be your father."
"Well you fucked that up for yourself the moment you impregnated my mother! Lily was my mother, right?"
"Yes."
"Did you rape her?"
"No.
"Did you love her?"
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Draco walked back to Slytherin fuming. The stupid girl. What did she know about his father? Nothing. So she should bloody well mind her own business. He got to the entrance, and said the password, "The Morrigan" Entering the common room, he sat down in an armchair, when Pansy came over and sat on his lap. Standing abruptly, he told her to go away, and headed up to his rooms. Blaise Zabini, his girlfriend was waiting for him there, and she walked over to him, embracing him, ad pulling him towards the bed.
Blaise pulled Draco down onto the bed, and straddled him, loosening his robes with one hand while sliding the other down his shirt. That was when Draco decided he needed to take his mind off a certain Mudblood. So he flipped Blaise over, and pushing her shoulder length black hair out of the way, began to suck her earlobe. She groaned beneath him, and he pulled her shirt off, revealing a black bra. He loosened it with his teeth, and pulled it back, revealing her breasts. But Draco hadn't counted on the spell that caused them to look strange and bloated. It was a total turnoff to him, and he goy up. Blaise, still lying there on the bed asked, "What are you doing?"
"Sorry. Not in the mood."
Blaise scowled at him, and left the room. Draco lay on his bed, and, unbidden, thoughts of Hermione entered his mind. How she bit her bottom lip when she was figuring out a hard puzzle. How her face would light up every time she got the answer. How she was always smiling. His thoughts wandered, and he wondered what I would have been like if it was Hermione in his bed. She had become beautiful, he didn't deny it. But the thought of her in bed.would she be like she was in class- always the teacher, instructing him on which organ did what- the mechanics of it all? Would she be as passionate as she was with her other causes, the hippogriff, the house elves? Would she be terrible, slobbery and dry? He ginned, he would never know. But the image of her, spread eagled on him bed, breasts full with milk, and swollen, was just as beautiful to him as anything he'd ever fantasized.
This was wrong. He shouldn't have these thoughts about her. It was a long day catching up to him, and he quietly dressed for bed, and went to sleep.
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A/N 2- Do you guys want about 1000 wpc? (Words per chapter) I can update much more often that way. I write the next chapter after I post the previous one, so I can use your input from reviews to guide me. Or, I can do 2000-4000 wpc, but the updates will be much less frequent. So- tell me what you think, K!