Chapter 2
Hermione paced up and down the living room of her appartment. Ginny was slouched on one of the couches pensively, whilst Ron kept on swearing and clenching his fists.
"I could beat up that asshole in a second," he muttered fuitelessly for what apeared to be the one thousandth time. "Locks my best friend up in a jar with poison… and wants to impregnate my other best friend… Desperate eh? No one else would want their kid to possess 50 per cent of his genes so he seeks his supposed nemesis! Insolent bastard!"
Ginny looked up at Hermione. She had picked up the mirror and was critically examining her face. She told Ginny that Malfoy had claimed her beautiful. This was quite undeniable… for Hermione had pretty big, very light chestnut eyes that were the same shade as her wavy tame hair. Now that she had graduated she found spare time to work on it. She had flawless skin and physical Auror Training, which required fitness excercises, had turned her slim. It was no wonder Malfoy found her irresistable. Why even a pimple would- a PIMPLE! It implies PMS. An idea struck the redhead.
"What if you tell him it was, you know, it's that time of the month now- so you can't…"
She glimpsed at Ron nervously, whose ears had suddenly turned pink.
"I could. But knowing how cunning he is, he'll probably force-feed me Veritaserum and see through the lie. I don't want to anger him, in case he murders Harry anyway! And even if I did get away with it, he would simply wait until the time becomes appropriate. It would just stall, and I see no point since we're not brewing a solution now and we won't later on, and poor Harry is waiting to be released. Oh, Ginny! Why couldn't he have asked me to do anything else instead? I should've asked, nogtiated something, before the frickin' contract was signed."
"The contract!" Ginny exclaimed, as if she had found cure for cancer. "Well the ministry has a copy of it in one of their departments, since you said it's legally charmed a Progemlas.You're an Auror, you can just barge in there, nick it then terminate it! Then you wouldn't have to comply."
"And Harry can just kiss his life goodbye, shall he?" She snapped frustratedly, slamming the mirror onto the coffee table. She glanced at her muggle watch. Only four more hours left. "Besides, you can't terminate it, Witches and Wizards have been trying for years and no one's accomplished a breathrough in that area… yet!"
"If only that Dumbledore were to track down the git's dark cave so we can just save Ha-" Ron began, but stopped abruptly.
"Ah, did I hear someone mention my name?" The wizard came towards them, eyes twinkeling as if he was accepting a dinner invitation.
"Headmaster," Hermione stopped her pacing. "Have you any new news for me?"
"I'm afraid not, Mrs. Granger," he said, taking a seat on a couch opposite Ginny's. "I did however find out where we went wrong with our plan yesterday. You see Mr. Malfoy had been on the alert, obsering everyone entering and departing the restaurant. He recognized you, so he demolished his weapon."
"Couldn't you have taken that into account before I got myself into this situation?" She almost hollered at him. She was not interested in where he went wrong. She didn't stop to think that if this hadn't happened Harry might have been put out of his misery. She was going through a hell of a cirumstance.
Dumbledore ignored her outburst. "I should suggest, Mrs. Granger, that a man's failure leans on his weakest point." He said wisely.
The trio looked at him questioningly. "I don't know Malfoy well enough to pick out a weakness," Hermione mused. Then Narcrissa's nagging voice and Malfoy's reluctant obedience flowed through her mind. "No wait! His mother!" Without bothering with an explanation, she piched some floo powder and thrust it into the fireplace. "Miracles Mac!"
A wizard's head popped into the fire. No one she was familiar with from yesterday's events. "Can I help you?"
"As a matter of fact you can," Hermione said breathlessly. "A chef was hired yesterday. Draco Malfoy? I was wondering whether he still has the job."
"No I'm afraid he doesn't, miss." He said airily. "He resigned early this morning. Something to do with him being a Healer… why do you ask?"
"Thank you for your information and time." Hermione dismissed him. "You may leave now."
The wizard, who now beheld a puzzled expression, disappeared with a 'pop'.
Hermione did not get to see the look on Narcrissa's face after her son was appointed the new chef as her view was blocked, but she could imagine it being confident and persistant, cunningly ploting a way to get him out of it. 'DNA sucks!' Hermione thought vicously, 'It's responsible for that wanker inheriting his mum's traits…'
"Narcrissa wasn't too thrilled once Malfoy decided to work for the restaurant," she explained to her companions. "She's obviously done something and put her foot down. Because he's back to being a full time Healer. If we can get through to her, she could snap Malfoy out of this foul prospect, and maybe we could work something out for Harry…"
While Dumbledore pointed out that besides the fact that they had no form of communication with the evil witch, Narcrissa would never side with Hermione as Draco is the only Malfoy male so she would be willing for him to bear a son in order to continue a succession of Malfoys whom would claim their many and valuable legacy, Ron's lips played a smile. The image of Draco, the ferret who pretended to be a cool Mr. Big Show back in their school days, wearing a Chef's hat serving an onion souffle was hilarious. But what kind of a fast food restaurant had souffles available anyway?
"Don't despair Mrs. Granger," Dumbledore counselled, placing a wrinkly hand on her shoulder. "You are a brilliant Auror… why don't you see this as an opportunity to capture one of the most sought-after dark wizards and fight this every step of the way, with the aid of some Veritaserum when it comes to Harry?"
Hermione nodded in understanding, perking up. At Ron and Ginny's dumbfounded stares she blurted "Let me explain what I'm about to do!"
"And I will fix us some tea…" Dumbledore announced, and began whisteling merrily while headed for the kitchen.
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Draco's frown of impatience converted to a suppressed grin of relief once Hermione literally 'dropped in'. She landed on to the sofa, exactly five past seven.
Hermione's groan at the fact that she had lost her friends what with this abduction (they had promised to watch her back for her), quickly smothered. She looked around her. She could imagine Parvati and Lavender's squeals of delight at being inside such a place. The room was decorated with antique furnishing, a Persian rug and original portraits by the most emenant wizard painters. A soft melody was playing, and a scent of sweet fresh raspberries greeted her nose. Light from liten candles was gradually changing colors: from white to yellow to magenta, back and forth- creating a romantic glow. If it weren't for the circumstances she would have found the atmosphere exhilarating. That and the fact that the room was devoid of any bookcase.
"Like it, Granger?" Malfoy suddenly spoke, interrupting Hermione's wonder. "I am ofcourse accustomed to this, being a Malfoy and all." He approached her and picked her up in his arms as if she was merely a light-weight rag doll.
"Let me go! I can walk on my own!" She screamed to no avail, pounding her fists onto his chest. It was then she realized how much physically stronger he was. Muscles bulged out of tight shirt, and he had incredibally grown as tall as Ron. White blonde hair fell over his icy gray-blue eyes that were presently flashing with lust. Overall, he appeared intimidatingly dangerous.
He placed her on a chair opposite a dining table, to her surprise (and satisfaction). There were fruits, glasses of champagne... and an egg and sussage souffle.
"You do look lovely tonight, I will give you that." He said painfully as if every word cost him every last penny he owned, siting opposite her, admiring her red evening dress.
"Yes, you've made it clear you think I'm appealing yesterday." She said, watching him peel a banana. "Speaking of that… I'm not really that ravishing. Don't let looks deceive you, hasn't your mother taught you that? You see I'm pimply and pasty underneath all that make-up, plus my hair… all I'm saying is, don't say I didn't warn you if the kid ends up looking disappointingly disfigured."
"Shut up. As if I'm that gullible." His voice lost its cool composure and his offhand disposition set on fire. "Look the contract's official; there will be no alternations whatsoever and it's beneath our reach. So we're going through with the plan whether you like it or not. I suggest you co-operate here, since you're as much in this as I am. So do not think of more way to try and put me off, such as displaying repulsive dining etiquette. You see, people who know me well suggest that I spiced 'incorrigable' with 'stubborn'. And next time you think of a ploy to get me to change my mind, don't forget Pothead siting lonely in that jar."
"Where am I?" She asked softly, changing the subject in order to resist fibing about a phantom illness that runs in her family blood.
"Asking more questions are we? Didn't have enough of that yesterday?" He grabbed a strawberry and dipped it in cream before holding it up against lips, which she kept tight shut. "Now what makes you think I'll answer that one? Really Granger, for someone who beat me in almost every subject you are so very daft if you assume I'll answer that. Eat the fucking strawberry! I hate being rejected; I get so unpleasant when I do. And take my word on this one: you'd rather shrivel on the spot than become a victim of my unpleasantness. I do not intend on poisoning the to-be mother of my child you know."
"If I'm daft," she retorted while yielding to his offer "then why would I have had enough brains to follow the 'better safe than sorry' technique? I obviously asked because there is a 2 out of a 20 chance that you might answer it to my utmost convenience, for whatever reason. So why pass up the possibility? And that was a rhetorical question by the way, so don't you go bothering to answer, as you always are liable to i've observed. God looks who's the 'know-it-all' now!"
"I don't undertand how you have the guts to bicker with me at a time and place like this." Malfoy glared at her. "I ask myself, why I do all this for someone so ungrateful and impolite." He motioned at the room they were in.
"Because your mother wants you to be qualified with chivalry." She aswered sharply, teasing him for being a Mummy's Boy. While she said that, she silently performed a spell with Ginny's wand, which she borrowed, under the table.
"I can stick that chivalry right up your ass," he glowered. "For your information, or lack thereof, I did this because I read that the fertilization is much more likely successful if the mother-would-be is in a good mood, comfortable mode."
"Um, speaking of asses," Hermione grimaced. "You might wanna inspect your pants."
He swore when he noticed that all the champagne had spilt down his new designer pants. It stunk like hell. He glared venemously at Hermione.
"Wouldn't want drugs to be in those drinks now, would I?" She said innocently, while snapping her fingers to make the wand vanish. He shot her a suspicous look.
"How did you do that?" He wanted to know, narrowing his eyes skeptically. "You wouldn't happen to have a wand with you there, would you?"
Hermione raised her eyebrow. "I used the force of pushing; kinetic and gravitational energy. Surely you're familiar with it? All I had to do was tap that glass before it tipped its contents all over you. I don't expect an award for it. Didn't take much, really."
"I'll be at the bathroom," He snarled at her. "Washing this off! I would command you to stay where you are, but you don't have any choice in that matter."
Heart pounding, Hermione acted quickly. She pulled out the Veritaserum, the Truth Potion, contained in a bottle, and poured it all over the souffle. She would have preferred to do it in a drink, but they were wasted on his clothing.
She quickly charmed the bottle to disappear before he strode out. She unconrolabally blushed at his exposure. He came out in black boxers and did not bother with a shirt. She did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she liked the sight of his well-defined stomach muscles so she turned away, reminding herself that he was a dirty-dealing, scum deatheater. She wasn't at all surprised to see the Dark Mark embelmed on his forearm.
"You didn't say what would happen should the child be a girl…" Hermione said conversationally.
"Just give me that girl, no matter." He said airily, resuming his seat. "Potter will be dismissed anyway; it's part of the contract. As for the boy, well I suppose I shall have to search for another hopeless victim."
He laughed sinisterly, causing goosebumps to creep all over Hermione's skin.
"I think I'm gonna start eating now, the souffle looks marvelous!" She remarked, trying to sound unfazed. "But I won't eat unless you do! How would I know you haven't done anything unless you take the first bite? I haven't got a wand to inspect it magically you know, so go on! I need to be rest assured here."
He smirked, sliced himself a piece and chomped away… and gulped. Hermione cheered inwardly. "Where's Harry?" She asked him elatedly.
But he did not answer her. He didn't even appear to be mesmerized or anything but normal. In fact, he quirked another smirk at her.
"Ah, Hermione, you do underestimate me," He grabbed her hand and twirled her fingers threateningly, as if fidgeting with a quill. "You don't think I suspected that you might slip me a little something in that food beforehand? I had a potion brewed into the ingredients, one that overcomes anything you might tamper it with."
Hermione's face paled. Dumbledore had failed her again! Why couldn't they see this coming? Now her plan was ruined and she knew that she was trapped for good. She whipped out Ginny's wand.
"Klamator!" She shouted.
"Crapantom!" He yelled simultaneousely.
The blue light which shot out of his wand collided with her yellow one, and the subsequent green flash attacked Hermione. She collapsed onto the floor, her numb legs unable to support her as a result of the galvanized curses.
"Accio wand!" Malfoy huffed, his eyes menacing. Ginny's wand slipped out of Hermione's palm and zoomed to Draco's welcoming grip. He furiously smashed it onto the dining table, bits of wood sprinted and sparks flew about. Hermione began weeping at the sight of Ginny's broken wand- her last and detoriated hope.
Malfoy dangerously towered over her, his eyes cold as the North Pole. "I told you that you won't like me when I'm unpleasant Mudblood.
The most she could do was squirm as he tugged beneath her skirt into her knickers and shredded it to pieces, after kicking off his own boxers. "I intended on doing this the enjoyable, orgasmful and one might even suggest a respectful way, but since you asked for this-"
Hermione screamed when he painfully plunged into her. Her flower of virginity malicously killed as she got raped. She could hear the music turn from a slow romantic one into a rocky fiesty one; and the sweet scent had turned nasty and suffocating, that was probably the cause of her fainting unconscience.
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MoonlightDreamer: Malfoy talks this way because there was much to say (rhyme!) and he's arrogantly conceited.