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Oh… uhm, I'm quite sure that all of you wants to kill me by now, due to the long time gap between the chapters, but I just don't have the time to write anymore, I'm trying, but I'm kinda busy with my new dog (her name is Kira by the way) so I hope you all have patience, I WILL finish this fanfic of! I promise :)

Disclaimer: They are NOT mine, will never ever be - they ARE JK's for the 19:th time

Disclaimer: The lyric doesn't belong to me - belongs in this chapter to Nightwish and is called "End of all hope" read this lyric, it DID inspre me to write this chapter :)

All credit touching grammar, spelling or stuff like that goes to my beta shyngr8 (shy-n-great)

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Odio ac aestuo – Hate and desire

It is the end of all hope
to lose the child, the faith
to end all the innocence
to be someone like me

This is the birth of all hope
to have what I once had
this life un-forgiven
it will end with a birth

Hermione sat in a chair in Malfoy manor's huge library, she was quiet, and she even turned the pages of 'Magical Artefacts' with enormous carefulness, so that they wouldn't produce the slightest sound. Yes, she was hiding, not from the manor's master, but from his son. She hadn't taken Lucius' warning about Draco seriously, she had thought that the albino ferret would be his usual bullying self and throw insults her way, as he'd always done. But she soon discovered that Draco, not only had grown very tall and very powerful but that his obsession with her had grown stronger since their last meeting on her wedding. It was the third day after his arrival that she encountered him in the corridor that leads the way to the dining room…

No will to wake for this morn
To see another black rose born
Deathbed is slowly covered with snow

Angels, they fell first but I'm still here
Alone as they are drawing near
In heaven my masterpiece will finally be sung

She had heard footsteps all the way through this corridor; they started to piss her off, the echoing sound hammered against her eardrums in an annoying manner which threatened to drive her insane. She therefore stopped and stared hostilely down the corridor, of course there was no one in sight and the annoying footsteps had halted too. She growled, this was just like in an old movie and she hated it, the classical thing though was that she, just like in those movies, started running. She ran along the corridor, still hearing the creepy footsteps as they too had broke in to a run. She turned around to see if her follower was in sight, of course he wasn't.

She hadn't even noticed that the sound had stopped, she still ran along the corridor and her distracted state may have caused the collision that took place next. Before she knew it she had run straight into a wall, afterwards she blamed that incident on the fact that she had tried to run forward while glancing backwards. With a faint moan she fell to the floor, her head ached and so did her left knee she felt the copper taste in her mouth and when she, with her index finger, touched her lower lip and pulled it away to find blood on it, establishing that she was bleeding.

'Bullocks,' she thought and closed her eyes.

"Yoo-hoo, mother dearest!" someone called in a mocking fashion.

'Malfoy,' Hermione thought with annoyance without opening her eyes, 'Malfoy junior.'

"You know, Mudblood, this position rather fits you, sprawled across the floor like garbage," Draco's voice mocked her from above; Hermione growled inwardly, god should know that she hated that prick.

"What the heck do you think that you're playing at ferret?" Hermione hissed as she opened her eyes, only to find Draco's smirking face as he stood bent over her.

"'Playing at', dear mother? What do you mean by that?"

"Why are you following me you, fuck twit!" she sneered and sat up.

"Oh… well, I thought that I might congratulate you… it must be such an honour to be baring a Malfoy child," Draco sneered and took hold of her right hand and dragged her upon her feet again.

"Why, I don't need congrats, Malfoy, because I'm not the slightest thrilled about it myself!" she snapped and struggled to free herself from Draco's grip around her wrist.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mudblood, you're such a martyr, I bet you liked it," Draco's eyes narrowed at her, all of a sudden all traces of the annoying Ferret gone, instead of him there stood a powerful wizard who's features didn't seem exactly friendly.

"Liked what, you miserable excuse of a wizard!" Hermione sneered, still keeping herself busy with her struggle with Draco's painful grip around her wrist.

"Don't pretend that you don't know what I am referring to," he hissed.

"What exactly am I supposed to have 'liked' you fuck twit?" she spat back.

"Your wedding night, Hermione, tell me, was he good? I've been told that my father is skilled, though he might have forgotten how to please a woman by now," Draco's eyes had narrowed into tiny slits as he watched her.

"That was the rudest question I've ever been asked!" Hermione gasped, "And why do you care? If you are so interested in you father's sex life why don't you go and ask him about it? Or even better, try to seduce him and you'll know for sure!"

"That'll do, Mudblood; one more insult from you and you'll find yourself in a lot of trouble!" his voice was dangerous soft as he spoke the last words, he sounded a lot like his old man when he did that.

"Oh, so what are you going to do, Draco?" She spat his name like she would have spat an insult, "Are you going to cast one of the Unforgivables on me? Or maybe you're going to hit me? Abuse me or throw 'Mudblood' at me until I faint?"

Draco was about to open his mouth to send her a retort, but he closed it again sending her a Malfoy trademark sneer instead. Hermione sneered back, clearly he was speechless and everything he said was clearly empty threats, as they've always been. She tore her arm loose from his grip and then turned on her heel, leaving him behind. But what he said next made her freeze in her pace:

"You know what 'Mione? If you're child is to come to this world then it would be my bane, because my father would value it higher then me… if the myth is true that is, and my father is convinced that it is…..powerful, ancient magic indeed!"

"What are you talking about, ferret?" she questioned and turned around to stare at him.

"The Virgin's suit of course…" he drawled, "That and your blood mixed, two powerful individuals strengthened by the ancient 'golden wedding ritual' will give birth to a mighty wizard and my father only cares about power. A powerful child, whether it's reared from dirty blood or not will take my place as the only heir of the Malfoy fortune!"

"So you're telling me that you're seeing my unborn child as a threat?" Hermione gasped, Draco's pronouncement sent cold shivers down her spine.

"Wouldn't you, mother?" he hissed, "My father told me about the Virgin's suit when I arrived here, can you imagine the shock? And when I found out that you were pregnant as a result of the wedding night? Hermione, Hermione, Hermione… you have no idea about how pissed off I was!"

"So you're planning to kill your father's unborn child?" Hermione felt cold as Draco's eyes were lit up by a hungry fire, "How could you be so cold? I'm sure that Lucius won't leave you without any heritage at all, that is IF the myth about the 'golden wedding' is true. I myself doubt it."

"Of course he won't leave me without a fair share of his fortune, he told me that… but it's the principle. I've stayed true to him through all of his small blunders, even when an accident killed my mother I stayed true to him and how am I rewarded? He tells me that a dirty half-blood will have my heritage!"

"You're sick…" Hermione whispered and without noticing she covered her stomach with her hands, the gesture didn't pass Draco by, he laughed and spoke in a velvet voice.

"Come to think of it, I might take something away from my father, just to remind him of my presence… remember the heart, Hermione?"

Hermione stared down at Draco's wedding gift which he had forced upon her, previously it had glowed in a red shade of gold, but as she watched it now it wasn't gold anymore, it was silver that glowed with a blue light.

"You've surely read about those pretty little things, too bad that the charm allows the donator to… how to put it?...Allows the donator to take control over the receiver in about an hour… that is, when the heart is ripe, it will change colour one more time before I can have my fair share of the cake, and then Hermione you'll see what I am going to do about that filthy bastard you're carrying."

"You're insane, Malfoy! Do you really think that I am going to keep this blasted heart? And do you think that I am going to walk around with the knowledge about what you're planning, without telling any one? Do you think that your father would let you stay one more minute in this house if he knew what you're plotting?"

"Of course not, Hermione, the funny thing is that the heart prevents you from talking with any one about its delicate side effects, and there's no way to take it off because you won't be able to… ah, the pure miracle of magic!" Draco laughed and turned around, walking down the corridor while singing a song with mirthful voice.


Wounded is the deer that leaps highest
And my wound it cuts so deep
Turn off the light and let me pull the plug


Hermione shivered at the mere memory, and the fear took a tight grip around her stomach as a result, she had actually tried to take the necklace, she had even tried to tell Duster, but nothing had worked.

The necklace still hung around her neck and it sparkled mirthfully at her feeble attempts to tear it loose from her neck. But Malfoy Junior had overlooked one thing, namely Hermione's congenital skill in researching… and at this time she used it with maximum force. Amongst the titles she had unearthed in the Malfoy library was 'Dark Charms' 'Dark Artefacts' 'Charmed Artefacts' 'How to Make Your Wish Come True' 'Memory Charms' and of course the one she was reading right now, 'Magical Artefacts'.

'This is going to take decades!' she thought as she once again turned a page.

Her eyes scanned through this page, only to find nothing but information about 'Dancing Spoons' and 'Why your teapot sings the Macedonian national song'. It was frustrating really, mainly because she didn't know what she was looking for; her experience told her that the description of a charmed necklace would fit in just everywhere so she had to find out a way to be more specific.

'Oh god, I miss the internet! If wizards only could have search engines, then I wouldn't have to browse through a thousand pages to find what I am looking for!'

'If only there was a charm which traced words or even better, sentences!'

'Wait a minute…' She began fumbling inside her robe pocket and after a while she found her wand.

'This will do the trick, if I modify the spell a tiny bit... an extra sentence, but which shall I choose? Latin is good, it won't do to use English, it's too unprofessional… hmm… yes, that's it!'

"Ex Libris, bewitched necklace!"

The book before her shook violently and as if an invisible hand started browsing through the pages she saw how one yellowish page flipped by, suddenly an image and a rubric stared at her from inside the book…

"Oh my goodness!"

Mandylion without a face
Deathwish without a prayer
End of hope
End of love
End of time
The rest is silence

Sneak peak: What has Hermione found out? What's Duster doing and what about Draco's plan? Well even see more of Lucius – I'll see you there:)

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