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As Luck Would Have It
Draco Malfoy was up late; he had heard something rather disturbing and was quite put out about it. Imagine, the whole school thought he would sleep with a Mudblood! The very thought sickened him. To come into contact with something so dirty, so disgusting, well that was just.treason! He would never betray his Dark Lord like that.
It wasn't that Grander were unattractive, quite the contrary in fact. Time had been rather generous to the young woman, and her maturing body was the topic of much conversation and many subconscious thoughts among the male population at Hogwarts. Yet, despite this, she was a Mudblood, defiant, and noble. Not the type of girl a Malfoy brings home.
But another thought had been playing at the back of his mind for a while and was slowly ebbing its way closer and closer into a fully-fledged thought. What if everyone did think she was pregnant with his child, and he encouraged it? They would believe it truly and even if the Mudblood denied it they would think that she is just trying to save herself from embarrassment.
At the moment everyone was whispering questions: was it true? But if he said it was. The whole student body would think she had been involved sexually with him. The perfect little Head Girl, perfect little angel. Her parents had a right to know too, that their daughter was with child. And that was only the beginning; when he was done, he would have entirely destroyed the girl's reputation. She would end up small and broken, shattered, a mere sliver of what she used to be.
He smiled to himself contentedly; this would be fun!
"Draco,"
Draco looked down at the small blond head that rested on his bare chest. The girl kissed the exposed flesh above his breast, and reached up with her other hand to caress his shoulder.
Rolling his eyes, Draco caught the hand and pushed it away.he wasn't in the mood. Draco sighed and got out of the bed walking over to the window, staring out into the darkness, the cold air gently fondling his naked body.
Professor Snape strode about his classroom briskly, moving objects here and there, placing ingredients on a large table in front of the classroom. He was in a bitter mood for a reason that escaped him. Yet had he listened to his inner voice, he might had attributed his rancorous mood to the gossip that was flying around the Staff Table that morning.
Apparently, Hermione Granger had been dating Draco Malfoy in secret for the past two years. They had engaged in many inappropriate sexual activities, and Hermione was now pregnant. But callus stoic Professor Snape would never admit to himself that it bothered him. He could never acknowledge the fact that Hermione being with another man bothered him so. Man- Draco was not more than a boy.
And yet a boy that had fully devoted himself to a Dark cause serving a Dark master. He had deemed himself unworthy of love yet this fully fledged evil being had taken something so innocent, so pure.he.his thoughts trailed off; he hated the world right now, more so than he did usually.
A bell rang telling students that it was time for class.
Hermione sat in her class that morning little more than slightly aware of the eyes that were upon her. Her mind was else where, on the tall professor that was handing back papers. When he returned to his desk, her hand went into the air.
The professor slowly looked up, "Ms. Granger," he said using his best indifferent hatred filled voice.
"I didn't get my paper back Professor." The brunette said.
"And?"
"And I was wondering if you had mine still."
"No I don't, you must not have done it."
"Professor I." Hermione began indignantly but was cut off abruptly by a yelling Professor.
"Ms. Granger! I would thank you not to interrupt my class any further!"
Hermione looked down least her eyed betray her emotion.
Satisfied, Snape began his class. "Now, if we are quite through, everybody take out your books and begin reading about the Forgetfulness Potion."
The day was quite a hellish one for Hermione. Ever since Potions, things just went down hill. The stares that she had been almost oblivious to had become so apparent that she began to fancy that she would go crazy. The painstakingly obvious interest in Hermione was driving the poor girl mad. But at the end of the day, Hermione found out what was going on.
A second year ran up to Hermione with a large toothy grin. "You're the girl they're talking about right? The one who is going to have a baby?"
"What!" Hermione almost screamed, as she dropped her book to the floor. But a sly blond picked the book up and snaked his arm around the confused girl.
"There's no need to hide it any more darling, they already know about us," he said, almost more to a group of on-lookers than to Hermione herself.
"And just what do they know about us Malfoy?"
"That we have been going out for the past two years in secret, our gig is up!"
"Our what." Hermione tried to say, but found that she couldn't because a pair of lips gripped her own fiercely, so fiercely that she was sure she could taste blood in her mouth from where her teeth pressed into her skin.
When Malfoy finally allowed her her freedom, he looked into her chocolate eyes, a glint of malice sparking in his own cold silver orbs. He raised an eyebrow trying to derive a response from the stunned girl, and he succeeded.
A large smack sent Draco's head flying towards his right leaving a red handprint on his frigid pale skin. Holding the side of his face, he watched the Mudblood running down the hall thinking to himself, 'She'll pay for that one!'
Hermione ran and ran unaware of where her feet were taking her but following them unquestioningly as they had never steered her wrong before. She was not surprised when she ended up in front of a familiar door in the dungeons.
She opened the door and fell just short of colliding with the Potions Professor.
"Professor!" she cried throwing her arms around the man.
Snape was stunned to say the least, but he could not truly be mean to her now, not when she was like this. He wrapped his arms around the unfortunate girl, and guided her over to the couch.
"Now, what happened?" Severus asked, taking a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbing at the tears that were coming out of the girl's eyes. Hermione told him every thing, about how the whole school thought she was having Malfoy's baby, how the entire student body had been looking at her with disgust, and how Malfoy had come up to her, and how he had kissed her.
"Did you enjoy it?" Severus almost audibly gasped, but restrained himself. What was he doing this was none of his business. But then he saw Hermione's head wag from one side to another and he saw the haunted look in her eyes. He noticed the blood that was at the corner of her lip.
"No," she whispered.
Severus lifted his hand to the girl's silky face, and whipped the blood from the corner of her mouth slowly with his thumb. Hermione turned to face him with an unfamiliar look that he could not place. For a brief moment, he imagined leaning down and touching the beautiful pink lips gently with his own. But it was indeed a brief moment as he realized what he had been thinking. He muttered soft words alleviating the pain in Hermione's lips. He looked down; he couldn't allow her to get quite so close.
Hermione also looked down feeling foolish. She had had a moment in which she had a schoolgirl's crush on her teacher. She thought he might kiss her, but that would never happen.
Severus asked her if she would like any tea, and she said that she would. As he excused himself to go and make it, Hermione found herself getting up and walking towards Elizabeth's crib. When she got to the edge, the little babe looked up and laughed.
Hermione scooped up the child, and held her tight. How she loved it here! The small room seemed cozy; it was dark, yet the inviting kind of dark that occurs when the only light in the room comes from a fireplace. She was beginning to feel more at home here than anywhere else in the school.
That night Draco Malfoy was beginning to find a more useful path for his scheme, a way that would probably leave Hermione scarred for the rest of her life. He would finally show that girl who she really was and put her deep in her place. Who did she think she was anyways? It was bad enough for a Mudblood to be head girl, but slapping a Malfoy was going too far.
He had just finished composing a letter to his father informing him about Granger's pregnancy. About how he had been drunk that one night, and had found the Mudblood basically throwing herself at his feet. He didn't forget to leave out the part where in the morning when he realized that he had slept with her, he had thrown her from the bed and beat her severely. But then, she came running in that afternoon about how she was pregnant and how she was positive it was his as he was the only one she had slept with.
Draco knew what his father's reaction would be. There would be no Malfoy child running around with dirty blood. The child must die. Unfortunately for the mother, abortion was illegal in the wizarding world, and the Death Eater's method of getting rid of an unwanted fetus was so much more.painful.
Draco laughed! Even if his father didn't believe the ludicrous story he had made up, he knew that Lucius could take no chances. The problem would have to be eliminated as soon as possible. Poor little Mudblood! Hope she didn't intend on having a family.
Draco's manic laughter filled the owlrey as he watched the large black owl take his letter off to Lucius.
@@@@@@@@@@@@@ a note from the author, the last story of Hermione's pregnancy is merely that, a story that Draco made up to tell his dad. Hermione is still not pregnant. Hmm.nething else?
Well I got this one up in one day, I'd say that's pretty good right there. But im off to read Heart of Darkness more, this makes time two. Apparently once is not good enough for AP Lit.
Well I hope you like it! I will try to get more up soon! Bye!
As Luck Would Have It
Draco Malfoy was up late; he had heard something rather disturbing and was quite put out about it. Imagine, the whole school thought he would sleep with a Mudblood! The very thought sickened him. To come into contact with something so dirty, so disgusting, well that was just.treason! He would never betray his Dark Lord like that.
It wasn't that Grander were unattractive, quite the contrary in fact. Time had been rather generous to the young woman, and her maturing body was the topic of much conversation and many subconscious thoughts among the male population at Hogwarts. Yet, despite this, she was a Mudblood, defiant, and noble. Not the type of girl a Malfoy brings home.
But another thought had been playing at the back of his mind for a while and was slowly ebbing its way closer and closer into a fully-fledged thought. What if everyone did think she was pregnant with his child, and he encouraged it? They would believe it truly and even if the Mudblood denied it they would think that she is just trying to save herself from embarrassment.
At the moment everyone was whispering questions: was it true? But if he said it was. The whole student body would think she had been involved sexually with him. The perfect little Head Girl, perfect little angel. Her parents had a right to know too, that their daughter was with child. And that was only the beginning; when he was done, he would have entirely destroyed the girl's reputation. She would end up small and broken, shattered, a mere sliver of what she used to be.
He smiled to himself contentedly; this would be fun!
"Draco,"
Draco looked down at the small blond head that rested on his bare chest. The girl kissed the exposed flesh above his breast, and reached up with her other hand to caress his shoulder.
Rolling his eyes, Draco caught the hand and pushed it away.he wasn't in the mood. Draco sighed and got out of the bed walking over to the window, staring out into the darkness, the cold air gently fondling his naked body.
Professor Snape strode about his classroom briskly, moving objects here and there, placing ingredients on a large table in front of the classroom. He was in a bitter mood for a reason that escaped him. Yet had he listened to his inner voice, he might had attributed his rancorous mood to the gossip that was flying around the Staff Table that morning.
Apparently, Hermione Granger had been dating Draco Malfoy in secret for the past two years. They had engaged in many inappropriate sexual activities, and Hermione was now pregnant. But callus stoic Professor Snape would never admit to himself that it bothered him. He could never acknowledge the fact that Hermione being with another man bothered him so. Man- Draco was not more than a boy.
And yet a boy that had fully devoted himself to a Dark cause serving a Dark master. He had deemed himself unworthy of love yet this fully fledged evil being had taken something so innocent, so pure.he.his thoughts trailed off; he hated the world right now, more so than he did usually.
A bell rang telling students that it was time for class.
Hermione sat in her class that morning little more than slightly aware of the eyes that were upon her. Her mind was else where, on the tall professor that was handing back papers. When he returned to his desk, her hand went into the air.
The professor slowly looked up, "Ms. Granger," he said using his best indifferent hatred filled voice.
"I didn't get my paper back Professor." The brunette said.
"And?"
"And I was wondering if you had mine still."
"No I don't, you must not have done it."
"Professor I." Hermione began indignantly but was cut off abruptly by a yelling Professor.
"Ms. Granger! I would thank you not to interrupt my class any further!"
Hermione looked down least her eyed betray her emotion.
Satisfied, Snape began his class. "Now, if we are quite through, everybody take out your books and begin reading about the Forgetfulness Potion."
The day was quite a hellish one for Hermione. Ever since Potions, things just went down hill. The stares that she had been almost oblivious to had become so apparent that she began to fancy that she would go crazy. The painstakingly obvious interest in Hermione was driving the poor girl mad. But at the end of the day, Hermione found out what was going on.
A second year ran up to Hermione with a large toothy grin. "You're the girl they're talking about right? The one who is going to have a baby?"
"What!" Hermione almost screamed, as she dropped her book to the floor. But a sly blond picked the book up and snaked his arm around the confused girl.
"There's no need to hide it any more darling, they already know about us," he said, almost more to a group of on-lookers than to Hermione herself.
"And just what do they know about us Malfoy?"
"That we have been going out for the past two years in secret, our gig is up!"
"Our what." Hermione tried to say, but found that she couldn't because a pair of lips gripped her own fiercely, so fiercely that she was sure she could taste blood in her mouth from where her teeth pressed into her skin.
When Malfoy finally allowed her her freedom, he looked into her chocolate eyes, a glint of malice sparking in his own cold silver orbs. He raised an eyebrow trying to derive a response from the stunned girl, and he succeeded.
A large smack sent Draco's head flying towards his right leaving a red handprint on his frigid pale skin. Holding the side of his face, he watched the Mudblood running down the hall thinking to himself, 'She'll pay for that one!'
Hermione ran and ran unaware of where her feet were taking her but following them unquestioningly as they had never steered her wrong before. She was not surprised when she ended up in front of a familiar door in the dungeons.
She opened the door and fell just short of colliding with the Potions Professor.
"Professor!" she cried throwing her arms around the man.
Snape was stunned to say the least, but he could not truly be mean to her now, not when she was like this. He wrapped his arms around the unfortunate girl, and guided her over to the couch.
"Now, what happened?" Severus asked, taking a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbing at the tears that were coming out of the girl's eyes. Hermione told him every thing, about how the whole school thought she was having Malfoy's baby, how the entire student body had been looking at her with disgust, and how Malfoy had come up to her, and how he had kissed her.
"Did you enjoy it?" Severus almost audibly gasped, but restrained himself. What was he doing this was none of his business. But then he saw Hermione's head wag from one side to another and he saw the haunted look in her eyes. He noticed the blood that was at the corner of her lip.
"No," she whispered.
Severus lifted his hand to the girl's silky face, and whipped the blood from the corner of her mouth slowly with his thumb. Hermione turned to face him with an unfamiliar look that he could not place. For a brief moment, he imagined leaning down and touching the beautiful pink lips gently with his own. But it was indeed a brief moment as he realized what he had been thinking. He muttered soft words alleviating the pain in Hermione's lips. He looked down; he couldn't allow her to get quite so close.
Hermione also looked down feeling foolish. She had had a moment in which she had a schoolgirl's crush on her teacher. She thought he might kiss her, but that would never happen.
Severus asked her if she would like any tea, and she said that she would. As he excused himself to go and make it, Hermione found herself getting up and walking towards Elizabeth's crib. When she got to the edge, the little babe looked up and laughed.
Hermione scooped up the child, and held her tight. How she loved it here! The small room seemed cozy; it was dark, yet the inviting kind of dark that occurs when the only light in the room comes from a fireplace. She was beginning to feel more at home here than anywhere else in the school.
That night Draco Malfoy was beginning to find a more useful path for his scheme, a way that would probably leave Hermione scarred for the rest of her life. He would finally show that girl who she really was and put her deep in her place. Who did she think she was anyways? It was bad enough for a Mudblood to be head girl, but slapping a Malfoy was going too far.
He had just finished composing a letter to his father informing him about Granger's pregnancy. About how he had been drunk that one night, and had found the Mudblood basically throwing herself at his feet. He didn't forget to leave out the part where in the morning when he realized that he had slept with her, he had thrown her from the bed and beat her severely. But then, she came running in that afternoon about how she was pregnant and how she was positive it was his as he was the only one she had slept with.
Draco knew what his father's reaction would be. There would be no Malfoy child running around with dirty blood. The child must die. Unfortunately for the mother, abortion was illegal in the wizarding world, and the Death Eater's method of getting rid of an unwanted fetus was so much more.painful.
Draco laughed! Even if his father didn't believe the ludicrous story he had made up, he knew that Lucius could take no chances. The problem would have to be eliminated as soon as possible. Poor little Mudblood! Hope she didn't intend on having a family.
Draco's manic laughter filled the owlrey as he watched the large black owl take his letter off to Lucius.
@@@@@@@@@@@@@ a note from the author, the last story of Hermione's pregnancy is merely that, a story that Draco made up to tell his dad. Hermione is still not pregnant. Hmm.nething else?
Well I got this one up in one day, I'd say that's pretty good right there. But im off to read Heart of Darkness more, this makes time two. Apparently once is not good enough for AP Lit.
Well I hope you like it! I will try to get more up soon! Bye!