Chapter 5 – The illegitimate love child

Disclaimer – It all belongs to JK. But I own the world… so indirectly…

A/N Its Fran! Isn't that absolutely superb? I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. Lucy really is the most amazing person ever. When I started this chapter it was my birthday and it saddens me that I used the day to write HP porn, I mean fan-fic. Love you all, well those that reviewed at least.

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'Why would Draco take off his clothes in the corridor?' Hermione thought. 'Surely he isn't skipping naked around Hogwarts'. She smiled briefly at the thought. "No" she said to the empty corridor. "I'm sure he isn't," a puzzled expression on her face. 'Oh no, what if Draco's been attacked as well'. She desperately hoped she could find him. In the past day the thought that Draco could be the attacker had crossed her mind several times. Although she had told herself how stupid she was being it worried her that perhaps she had put her trust in him too soon. He hadn't even smiled at her in the hospital wing. The only eye contact they had made was a brief glance from Draco, yet the look in his eyes was not one of love. He looked as if something had fallen into place in his mind.

Hermione pondered this for a moment then walked briskly away from the castle clutching Draco's robes. 'What was he thinking? Had he realised he had made a mistake Why didn't he talk to me?' By the lake she collapsed onto a rock, still holding Malfoy's clothes close to her body. His scent filled the surrounding air. She felt as if it was seeping into her. As tears ran down her face she threw the robes to the ground. "Why didn't he talk to me?" she said angrily.

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Ron watched Hermione leave the castle. 'Why does she believe in that bloody loser?' He hated Draco Malfoy with every bone in his body. Ron did not doubt that Malfoy was responsible for the mystery attacks but could not begin to figure out why he would have done it. He sighed. 'What does she see in him?' Without thinking he walked in the direction of the lake. As he gazed upon the still span of water that glistened in the silver light of the moon he heard a sound like a distressed mouse. As he walked in the direction of the noise he realised that it was someone crying. "Hermione?" he called. There was no reply. "Hermione" he called again "are you okay?"

"Ron, is that you?" said the voice, still sobbing.

"Yes, where are you?" he replied anxiously.

"Here" Hermione replied, slumped on the cold, rough rock.

Ron walked over. He placed his hand lightly on her back and she turned to face him. Moving his hand to cup her face gently he looked into the lonely eyes of his good friend.

"Do you really trust him Hermione?" he asked softly

"I don't know." She replied, tearfully "do you think I've been a complete fool?"

"No, of course not!" he answered sincerely.

Hermione put her arms around him and buried her face in to the dependable Gryffindor robes. Ron's chest felt tight. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, holding her tightly.

She started to pull back from the hug. Ron still held on to her. The way he looked at her made her feel as if she were the most beautiful girl in the world. She felt safe and loved. A thought of Draco crept into her head, it made her so angry. She had given everything to him and it blatantly meant nothing to him. Ron leant towards her and she did not pull away. As their lips met she leaned closer to him. Ron had never been so happy, but Hermione felt nervous and confused.

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From across the lake a figure stood watching in the shadows of the tall trees. Angry tears filled her eyes. She was meant to stay unattached to her victim but over the past few weeks her feelings had been uncontrollable. She heard the sound of footsteps coming towards her.

"You're here" snarled a familiar voice. The girl turned to face he-who-must-not-be-named.

"It's going well." She said, "Soon Ron will have no-one left to protect him. I can get to him then."

"Your wrong" said the figure.

"Honestly, father…"

"Don't call me that" he spat, interrupting her. "I must believe that you can bring him to me."

"You don't trust me?" she asked.

"Trust…" he sneered, looking straight at her with his piercing red eyes. "…is for fools" he hissed, and turned away.

The girl looked back across the lake but Ron and Hermione had gone. 'Curses' she thought.

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Lying on the rough floor of his new home Draco Malfoy awoke suddenly. 'She's fuming' the stalker had said. He stood up. His body felt battered and his hair and clothes dusty and dirty. Draco hated feeling unclean. He despised not being in control of his body, his emotions. Infuriated, he screamed, slamming his fist into the hard walls of his prison. He turned round to face the desolate room leaning against the surface that had caused his hand to throb.

Through the pain and fatigue he could hear female voices.

"What are you doing?"

"Quiet!"

"No, I -"

"I warned you"

Dismissing them as delusions of his drowsiness he fell asleep once again.

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When Hermione woke she found herself in a small dark room. Her head pounding. The events of the day came flooding back, after she had left Ron and was walking alone towards the castle she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

She turned, greeting one of Harry's many visitors with a forced smile. She had told her she knew something important about Draco, and without hesitation Hermione followed her into the woods. As the denseness of the trees increased and light seldom pierced the intense canopy the girl turned to the anxious Hermione.

Hermione remembered the anger in the eyes of her attacker and she pointed her wand at her in a menacing fashion. She was lead to small hut-like building buried deep in the foliage. The door was opened magically as Hermione tried to reason with the crazy girl. She was pushed inside and fell to the floor hitting her head on the hard ground. She could see a figure slumped against the wall but before her eyes could become accustomed to the light she fell into a state of unconsciousness.

Now alert to her surroundings she looked over to the figure that had not moved since she arrived.

"Draco?"

"Hermione! She got you too? Are you ok?" said a weary but concerned voice.

"I'm ok" she replied.

A pang of guilt spread through her body. 'How could I kiss Ron?' She thought.

"You never really doubted me did you Hermione?"…

A/N –Check me out I've well finished my chapter. Janine again next so I expect you'll be waiting a good few years. I dedicate this chapter to Lucy's sunburn and my beautiful fish Harry, Ron and Draco. Ron and Draco keep leaving Harry out though. They're well mean. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! NOW.