That's it everyone, this is the last chapter. Maybe I will consider a sequel, if I feel up to it. Anyway I would like to say a special thanks to Annabelle Deveraux, my faithful reviewer. By the way, I hated every bit of the the Half-Blood Prince, mainly because of Draco's terrible fate. But that's just me.
Chapter 4
Hermione arrived at the room for the third time. Glowing, she had a bundle clutched in her arms. Also, an owl was fluttering behind her. She reached for the button on one of the walls as instructed, and pressed. Draco immediately apparated in. He hadn't changed one bit since the last nine months.
"Say hello to Ruby," she told him proudly, holding the infant out to him.
Seeing Draco grin for the first time ever was unusual. He reached out his hands, and gently carried the baby off her.
A light such as the one that had radiated from the contract shot around them. She felt dizzy, spinning around and round. When she finally came to a halt, her first instinct was not to check on Harry, but on her baby.
"Come on Twirp!" She cried to the owl, ingnoring her nauseous feeling caused by the terrible journey. "We have to go back for the little one. That's just like the selfish evil ferret I've always known."
She raced up to the Silver Broomsticks yet again, taking no heed of the suspicous glares shot by the hotel-assistants, whom eyed Twirp especially nastily. Standing by room 305, clutching the owl's leg, she felt the thing which was similar to a lazor beam trace her eye and her finger-prints yet again. In a matter of seconds she felt herself falling into the room she had left minutes later, with Twirp following suite whilst hooting with displeasure.
She searched everywhere, the indoor swimming pool, the dining room, everything. Yet there was no sign of the father or the baby. She buzzed the button, but no one showed up.
She sighed, as if merely losing a button, deciding to resort to Plan B. She conjured some parchment and a quill.
To Malfoy
You didn't notice, did you, that the child is a squib? That's right jerk. You don't need the precious angel. My parent's muggle DNA must've kicked in, in this case. Right back in your face! I want her back. Unlike you, I don't care about her magical heritage, or lack thereof. And I will get her back the second you decide to finish reading this letter. I'm not a powerful Auror for nothing now, am I?
It's so unfortunate that Ruby's inherited your teeny 'Malfoy' nose and straight blonde hair. And God knows what other characteristics she might spurt as she grows older. For they'll serve me as I reminder of you. Aurgh.
Tell me if you intend to get her back, otherwise I'll do everything within my power to prevent that from happening. I know how you like a challenge, not that this is a game. But if it is, then you're on, asshole. If not, which I'm sure is the case here, do tell me so. Either way I guarantee you will not see her again.
Anyway I want Ruby ASAP so the letter ends here.
Sincerely,
The Mother of your BIOLOGICAL daughter.
After casting a powerful enchantment on the letter that caused the ground to vibrate for a couple of minutes, she sent it off with Twirp, whom disappeared with a 'pop'- like a house-elf, as there was no window for him to fly out from.
Wondering how the hell she was supposed to get out of the place, she attempted apparating from inside it for what seemed to be the thousandth time, to no avail. The first time, she'd woken up from being unconscience somewhere completely different (a chateau in France). Second time around, Draco himself had pressed her against him and they'd apparated off together.
She was beginning to despair when something caught her eye. A note on the dining table, placed next to a souffle. The man was obsessed with that food!
It read:
Granger my dear,
I know you came back to collect the baby unsuccessfully, and so you're trapped now. Don't worry, I'm not completely merciless, I did prepare this souffle for you. Once you've consumed the whole thing (no it is NOT poisoned, etc.) it will get you out of here. Bon apetite.
Malfoy to you.
Hermione sighed, running a finger wearily through her hair as she sat down and chomped at the souffle as if there was no tomorrow. After all, it would take at least a day for Twirp to deliver the message. She was in not much of a hurry.
She smiled conspiringly, thinking of the curse she cast on her baby that drained Ruby of all that is magical within her, temporarily. Fourty-eight hours after the curse, her magical abilities would return to her- thus deceiving the bastard.
And tomorrow, Hermione would change her appearance and identity. She had it all planned out. Once she would get out of here, she would first of all check on Harry. Then she would go straight to a saloon to dye her hair auburn, perm it the muggle way to make it straight, buy hazel lenses, pluck her eyebrows a different shape, get a strong tan, exercise to get into shape, wear long high-heels to gain height, and buy clothes different from the style she is used to. She smiled, savouring the well-baked souffle, why, even if Malfoy spotted her in the streets he would not recognize her!
Then she would buy a new wand, and finally take a picture for her new passports (muggle and wizard), granting her access to the Dubai, the UAE (a.k.a. the developed United Arab Emirates): where she accepted a job as an Auror under the name of 'Ezabelle Camady', which was her to-be legal name. That's not to mention all the trouble of casting all sorts of spells on herself and her daughter, to make them both unplottable just like buildings. This was all necessary, in order to begin a new life with her special princess.
She could hardly wait! To Hermione Granger, it was all so exciting. A nice new adventure, which Ron, her best friend, agreed to accompany her to, just like during their Hogwarts time. And perhaps they can talk Harry into joining them; after all, they are both sick of their boss at the ministry here in England.
Before taking her final bite, she scribbled under the note Makfoy'd written:
The souffle was positively delightful. Sometime, somehow, I will get the recipe off you. Even if I have to resort to severe blackmailing ;).
The more requests I get for a sequel coughREVIEWcough, the more likely I am to comply.