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His Truth

Her feet met the ground with such force; she clung to him to keep standing. But when she realized what she was doing she pushed back, trying to keep as much distance between them as possible, causing him to stumble in surprise. Finally, looking around, she finally got a look at where she was. They were in a room, a bedroom with a huge four poster bed, lined with black and silver sheets. Candles illuminated the room giving it a romantic feel. But almost every emotion other than romance passed through her; anger and hatred being the most clear.

Draco turned around after hanging his cloak up to see her with her back to him. He was nervous. He was told, by his lord, to bring her here and to rape her. She was a mudblood, that was her only use for him now. But right now he wanted nothing better to do than take her in his arms and show her how much he really cared for her. He knew she wouldn't allow him to touch her anymore. At the thought of her hating him again, tears stung his eyes. As he walked to her, she visibly stiffened and turned to face him, slowly stepping back.

"Don't touch me," the disgust in her voice hit him hard. She re-crossed her arms, sitting on the chair in the corner.

"Hermione, please. You have to listen to me," he pleaded.

"Why should I? Everything you told me so far has been a lie! All of it lies!"

"No, not everything," she laughed slightly at his comment before responding.

"You told me you didn't want to become this. You told me you would never go to the dark side, yet, here you are. You told me you loved me but then offered to rape me and then "break" me."

"Don't you think it was all just an act? I didn't want this!" His voice echoed throughout the room. "But he found out about you. He threatened to kill you if I didn't join him. He told me I would be extremely powerful, exceeding my father, that I was important to him."

"And you don't think that was an act? He just wanted to get another follower. It was just a perk that you were Lucius Malfoy's son! If you were as smart as I thought you were, you wouldn't have accepted. But it's always power with you! You have to be better and stronger than anyone and everyone else! Nothing else matters to you!" She screamed until her voice could no longer take it.

She shrieked in surprise as he lunged forward, his hands grabbing her head at the sides. Hermione looked at him, his eyes were closed and he was mumbling an incantation in a language she couldn't place. She struggled against him when he opened his eyes to reveal, not his mesmerizing eyes from before, but now a deep crimson staring back at her. He leaned and pressed his lips to hers. Suddenly, she felt something enter her, another spirit or force of some kind. As suddenly as it began, it stopped. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body fell lifelessly into his arms.

Hermione woke in a bed that was sitting in a different room. A chill swept over her when she realized she only wore a see through white nightie. Draco was sitting to her left, his head hung when she reached out to him.

"Draco, what happened?" All of a sudden, the door bursts open and in walked Voldemort, reincarnated to his human form.

Draco stood and bowed down to him, not because he wanted to, but because he would be severely punished by his father and the creature that stood in front of him if he refused.

"I'm glad that you could attend our meeting on such short notice. I've learned something Draco." Hermione watched them, confused slightly.

'What meeting?' she asked herself. The Dark Lord didn't even acknowledge her presence. He took Draco's silence as a sign to continue.

"I've learned about a certain young woman who has made a big impact on your heart. Now I understand the feelings of love. When I was younger I was in love as well. She may seem to be a strength to you now, but she is also your weakness my boy. I have also heard she is a muggle born." Draco turned and stiffened slightly, blocking the man before him from his mind.

"You will join my young Malfoy," he reached his hand out, still feet from Draco, and began to squeeze his fist together, seeming to choke Draco's throat. "I need your abilities," he pulled Draco closer, his feet off the ground. "I need your power to win this was. You'll be more powerful than your father and I'll need to feed off that. Join me Draco and it will be all yours. Join me Draco, or she's dead." She watched as tears fell down his pale face as Voldemort released him.

"See? Weak. You will have until you leave tonight to decide." He turned and left, the door closing slowly behind him.

She stood and watched as Draco continuously punched his antique dresser, not once damaging the dresser, but cutting his hand visibly on the knuckles. Tears formed in her eyes when he sunk down the wall, tears now falling freely. He lifted his knees up, his elbows resting on his legs as he grabbed his hair in both fists.

"I'm sorry Hermione. I didn't want this…I love you," he whispered, putting his head on his knees and began to rock back and forth.

The image before her began to fade and soon she was back with him, out of his memory, her lips still pressed to his.

Draco felt her come back, life re-entering her body. He began to pull back when her arms wrapped around his neck before he could pull away, and immediately began to kiss him back. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, seductively teasing his and causing him to purr in pleasure.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, pulling him into a warm embrace. "I shouldn't have doubted you."

"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I love you so much. I don't want to see anything happen to you."

"I love you too." She smiled at him before kissing him again. He ran his hands up and rubbed her sides intimately.

"Pushing her down underneath him, she felt the soft cushion of the mattress catch her.

"I'm going to make love to you tonight. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all." She gasped as he slowly began to undress the same white gown she wore in his memory. Even when he didn't mean it, he was still so magical.

As they lay in the silence after resting for a period, with the world in chaos around them, Draco turned to Hermione, laying on top of her and kissing her awake.

"Draco, I'm tired. Let's wait a little longer." She looked up into his eyes which were dazzling with something new.

"I want to do something that needs us both awake." He reached down, grabbing his already hard member once more and slowly slid into her. She gasped as he began to slowly thrust into her.

"Love, even asleep you can do this to me," Hermione whispered as she slowly woke up.

"I need to be doing this to marry us." That woke her up quicker than any pepper-up potion did.

"What?"

"You heard me. We're going to be married an old wizarding way. This was only used with the Dark Arts, but it's legal non the less." He had to control himself or he wouldn't be able to last until the end of the ceremony.

"Don't we need witnesses?"

"The gods are our witnesses." He reached underneath her pillow, pulling out a knife and cutting open his right arm that wasn't branded. She followed suit, not understanding what the importance was until he offered his arm to her lips, she doing the same. He suckled her arm, drinking up her blood as they mated. When he felt close to release, he healed their arms and began the final step.

"Hermione, take me as your husband. Take me through thick and thin. Let me father your child and know he will grow strong with you as his mother. Keep me in your heart, and even when my time is over, remember me always. When you walk through shadows, let me be your light. Let me guide you and be guided by you till the end of days." Beads of sweat began to form on his brow as he kept himself in control, waiting for Hermione to repeat the vow to him.

"Draco, take me as your wife. Take me though thick and thin. Let me mother your child and know he will grow strong with you as his father. Keep me in your heart, and even when my time is over, remember me always. When you walk through shadows, let me be your light. Let me guide you and be guided by you till the end of days." Hermione felt she was close and as they both released, her muscles contracting around him and his seed filling her, they sealed the vow with a kiss and whispered 'I do's.'

Dumbldore's eyes twinkled knowingly as he felt the ground underneath him quack and two spirits bind in marriage. Though it was used by means of the Dark Arts, he couldn't think of any other way to accomplish such a union in the midst of a war. He could already sense that by the end of the battle, young Hermione Granger would be an expectant mother and young Draco Malfoy, a father.

All bodies filling the Great Hall began to murmur, they also felt the power being emitted from some unknown source and thought another invasion was under way. How far from the truth they were.