Chapter 12

Disclaimer: I do not lay any claims to this piece of fan fiction. I only claim the plot and the drama. A/N: Well I guess that no one wants Lucius and Hermione to get back together – lol. Thank you all for the reviews and do not worry, I shall not fail to excite you. It is my job as the writer. Reviewing makes me get a nice WAFF so please repeat!

"The fucking bastard!" Ron kicked over a stand with some tea and biscuits. He was in the kitchen, eating, and talking to some house elves.

"Master Weasley, don't say such things!" a house elf squeaked. Winky was in a corner crying and Dobby was rushing around cleaning up the mess Ron made. All of the other elves stared at Ron, their big eyes sorrowful.

"What?" Ron shrieked. "Oh...sorry..." He sat down at one of the tables and proceeded to bang his head on the surface. None of the elves did anything to stop him—they were used to self-punishment. And after hitting his head enough times, he stopped and sighed.

"Dobby?" The house elf turned to Ron hurriedly.

"Yes Sir?" He clenched at his sweater, wondering what Ron would ask.

"Do you, er...have any Fire Whiskey?" The room echoed with gasps. "Er...sorry."

"We do—"Dobby squealed when the other elves looked at him angrily. "—but it is not for students!" Ron groaned but then a sneer came across his face.

"Wait a minute?" Ron turned to Dobby. "You used to work for the Malfoys!" he said accusingly.

"Why yes sir, that is true." Dobby looked scared suddenly.

"Then tell me...have you ever seen Hermione with him at his—"Ron looked uncomfortable. "—manor?"

"Well sir, I have seen him with Miss, sir, but I don't knows what they were doing!" Ron sighed.

"I think I have an idea..."

Dumbledore was pacing his study, a worried look on his face. He looked older than ever.

"Well yes, Harry, this is not good but there is nothing we can do about it." Harry had gone to see the headmaster after talking to Snape. Even though a lot of faith for the older man was lost in Harry, he had nowhere else to go. He couldn't let Hermione marry Malfoy!

"Can't you make him leave? He's a Death Eater!" Harry was red and Dumbledore laughed.

"But he managed to worm his way out of it. Money and power—very corrupting things, my boy." Harry nodded.

"I know...but what can we do? He is going to...going to...marry her!" Harry exclaimed.

"Not if true love stands in the way," Dumbledore said.

"What?" The old man smiled.

"It must have been obvious that Ms. Granger and Professor Snape love each other."

"Well yeah..." Harry said, starting to slowly understand.

"Yes, and this time, we must let the power and bond of love fix what was broken."

"Okay sir."

"I just want you to know I still love you..." Lucius Malfoy opened the door and stepped out only to hear "Wait!" before smiling slightly, walking back in the room and shutting the door.

"Yes, Hermione dear?" He sat down on the edge of her bed and placed a slender pale hand on her arm.

"D-do you really mean it?" Malfoy looked at her, his silver eyes gleaming.

"Of course." He leant over her and kissed her gently. Leaving her arm, he slid his hand under her blouse and started reaching toward her breasts when she pulled back, tears in her eyes.

"But...I don't love you." Reaching for her wand, she muttered a spell that made him fly backwards out of the room, and she locked the door. The nurse ran in after hearing the noise.

"Ms. Granger...is there a problem?" She nodded sadly.

"I don't want this baby..."

A/N: Well, quick question...should she keep the baby? It is Malfoy's. And also, I think I will be ending this soon so tell me...happy and fluffy...or angsty?