Disclaimer: Nope I still don't own the Harry Potter world.

Here's chapter seven.

Lucius stood there looking at his young wife as she hugged Sirius. Lucius didn't know what to say as he looked at Hermione. She looked so happy with her arms wrapped around the dark haired man. For the first time in his life, Lucius felt hurt like his heart was ripped from his chest.

'What are you thinking? She loves Black not you. She only married for a mission for Albus. She could never love a man who treaded her like dirt during her school years. Get over your self-Lucius she does not love you nor will she ever. Anyways she is a mudblood she is beneath you. You are a pure blood and you deserve better than her.' Lucius thought to him self as he watched them pull away.

Hermione turned around to meet the cold silver eyes her husband. For the first time in Malfoy, history could read their eyes. The silver eyes looked hurt for a few seconds then they turned to hate.

Sirius looked up at the tall man.

"I see that you have a new lover Hermione." Lucius said with venom in his words. "Already bed hoping? Um…lasted longer than I thought." He turned around and left in a back waves of a black cloak.

Hermione didn't know what say. Her husband just accused her of fooling around with Sirius. Hermione didn't know what to think? Was she supposed to be hurt or angry at his thoughts? Hermione looked up at Sirius and frowned. "What do I say?"

He said nothing as she walked out of the library.

Malfoy Manor…

Hermione found Lucius in his study with a bottle of Brandy in his hand and a glass in the other. He looked hurt as he stared at the large fire. "What do you want Mudblood? Black couldn't keep you happy. Get out of here and leave me in peace." He turned to face her with hate in his silver/blue eyes.

Hermione said nothing as she looked at him. She wanted to fight back for calling her a mudblood but she did not. She wanted to tell him that she did nothing for Sirius. "This marriage is nothing but name. You can have your whores. Like it or not I don't care and if I didn't have a soul I would take this child of yours and kill it." She spoke so calmly to the man in front of her.

She looked beautiful considering that she was married to a man that she will never love. She wore a pair of tight blue jeans that hugged her hips and thighs. The green sweater hugged her slim waist and round chest. Her hair hung down her back in a wave of brown curls.

The man stood up and frowned. "You will not open your legs to anybody but me. You married me and that is how things are."

He just said the wrong thing as Hermione eyes narrowed. "You have no right telling me what to do. As much as I hate you, I would never cheat on you. I can honestly say that you were my first and as long as this marriage is legal, you will be my only. I don't care what you do but don't ever call me a cheater."

She walked up to him. She held no fear for the man in front of her. She saw him as a man who had an overly large ego. He did not strike fear in her and he knew it.

He said nothing for a few minutes.

"Not many people can honestly say that they stood up to me in my house. You have a cheery out look in life don't ever loss that gift." He walked out of the room.

Hermione stood in the same place. "Men." She said as she looked out of the nearest window and found Harry's owl.

The note read:

Hermione,

Hurry quick Ginny is having the twins. I know that Harry is expecting them to be his but he will find out soon enough that they are mine. Please hurry we are the Burrow.

A future father

Remus J. Lupin

Hermione looked at the doorway that Lucius left in, walked to the fireplace, and went to the Burrow. She did not care who or what her husband would say.

I know that this is a much smaller chapter that the last but I had to do it. Thank you for the reviews and I hope this chapter is to your liking. I am sorry about the long update and smaller chapter but I have exams, writer's block, personal problems, and my computer decided not to work for me every thing is adding up and my stress level is not even on the scale. Once again, I am sorry. I know that Sirius died in the fifth book but he is one of my favorite characters and he reminds me of my boyfriend to much to allow him to be dead in this story. I think I have wrapped up everything I wanted to say. I hope to have the 8 chapter done soon and I have winter break coming up and thing might get moving a little faster around here. Bye love Rebel.