Disclaimer: Harry Potter And Company does not belong to me; they all belong to the wonderful JKR. I only own the twisted world in which they reside currently. And I own Hermione's children, and PHROUPOEYZ, wow, haven't seen them in a while, but no fear, they shall return.

A/N: Enjoy! I think I may put another long author's note at the end of this chapter, but not as completely random.

On with the story, eh?

Chapter 28

Back at School and Sick Again

"Albus, why would she just leave, she was taken."

"I know she didn't leave willingly, I know a lie when I see one, and the girls were not lying."

The door to the room slammed open, and Snape came strutting in, completely out of breath.

"Dumbledore, Malfoy is gone."

"I was afraid of this," Dumbledore said softly, looking at his two colleagues.

"Afraid of what?" Minerva cried.

"I'm afraid that I knew that this was going to happen sooner or later. I did not know when, but obviously it was sooner than I thought it would be."

"What happened?" Severus asked.

"I think Mr. Malfoy has been called upon by his father, he is now in the ranks of the death eaters."

"And Ms. Granger?" Minerva asked softly.

"I'm afraid that she was probably taken as the initiation gift," Dumbledore said, both of the other teachers gasped.

"Albus, this is horrible, how are we going to get her back?"

"I'm sorry, dear woman, but there is nothing we can do for her at the moment. As we have no idea where they are."

"Professor, you know that I happen to be a death eater," Snape said.

"Yes, but we are not going to put you at a risk, we can only hope that somehow she will get out on her own or with Mr. Malfoy's help."

"But why would he help her?"

"Because they are in love, dear woman."

"What?" Both McGonagall and Snape asked.

"Yes, this was already planned out by Ms. Granger's dreams. She had a dream where she was cold and shivering, the more she had it, she told me more, and I am fairly sure that that is the dungeon she is in right now. She has also had dreams of Mr. Weasley dying. But one of the main ones that she has all the time is that she and Mr. Malfoy are going to get married and have a family."

"Really?"

"Yes, and I am fairly sure that her dreams can tell the future. I think that they will have that future, and with that comes the knowledge that she will get out alive. Just like we know that Harry Potter can't die in the sixth book because there has to be a seventh book."

"This has nothing to do with Potter," Snape said.

"I know, that is not the point, the point is that we know they will make it somehow."

"As long as you're sure."

"I am."

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Hermione went back to sleep, she was mad that Draco had to leave in the middle of something, but she knew that he couldn't help what was happening to him. It wasn't his fault, it was his fathers. Yet he didn't seem to hate his father; he still loved and respected his father, even though he had forced him to do something that he didn't want to.

This confused Hermione, but she still understood that you really can not hate someone that has raised you your entire life. His father would only torture him if he did something out of line and it was only to make him stronger.

She just wanted to be free, she wanted to get out of here, but Draco said that she had to stay here for two weeks, she wasn't sure if she could bear that.

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Draco stood in the room, surrounded by the people that he was now a part of. His mark stopped hurting momentarily, but it was still as black as pitch. He could not help but hold on to it, trying to make it feel better, even though he knew that it would do nothing.

He stared at the man in the middle of the room; the man he hoped was gone but knew he wasn't. He never wanted to be a servant of anyone; he did not see how this wizard could gain so many followers while he was so hypocritical. Saying that we needed to wipe out all of the muggle-borns, while he was half muggle himself. He wasn't even a pureblooded wizard, yet all of his death eaters needed to be pureblood to follow him.

This confused Draco, and he wondered if every one of Voldemort's followers knew that their dark lord was just as filthy as the people he wants them to kill. It was like the guy they learned about in muggle-studies. Hitler, he was Austrian and Jewish, and he wanted his army of Arian soldiers to wipe everyone who was Jewish in the world. Yeah, if that's not hypocritical, what is?

But as Draco thought about this, the man in the middle of the crowd started to speak. It was a low reptilian voice, with hissing pronunciations. Draco couldn't understand what he was saying. But all of a sudden there was a loud outburst of cheers.

Draco was wondering what they were cheering about until there was a path that was made in front of him, much like the one that they made when he was first initiated. His father pushed him forward a little and he took the cue, he started walking forward towards the dark lord.

"Mister Malfoy has been initiated," he called out to his death eaters.

There was a loud cheering from the surrounding cloaked people.

"He will help us with spying."

Another cheer.

"He will help us kill Order members."

Draco was quiet through all of this as Voldemort told the death eaters all of the things that he was going to do. Draco didn't want to do any of these things, but knew that he would have to, he didn't want to die. If he died than Hermione surely would.

"Do you accept these responsibilities?" Voldemort asked Draco.

Draco took a deep breath and looked around. "I do."

His fate was sealed.

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"Hermione, I'm back," Draco said softly.

Hermione rolled over in her sleep.

"Mina, wake up," Draco said, softly running his fingers through her hair.

Hermione groaned, she didn't want to get up. But Draco wanted her to get up.

"Mina," he said again. "Get up or they're going to torture you," he said, trying to get her to wake up.

She groaned again. "Go away Draco, I'm tired."

"Too bad, you're waking up. Now."

"Why?"

"Because you need something to eat."

"I'm not hungry," she said sleepily.

"Yes you are. Now get up so you can eat. I brought you some breakfast."

She opened her eyes, she realized that she was hungry. She hadn't eaten in, well, she didn't know how long. She didn't know how long it had been since she had been taken.

"What day is it?"

"It's the fifth of December, you haven't been down here for very long, only three days."

"Well, that sucks. I thought it was longer than that."

"Yeah, well, do you want to eat, because I have to go, and I want to make sure that you are eating."

"You're leaving me?"

"I have to go and do some stuff, I will be back later. I'm sorry I had to leave yesterday."

"Where did you go?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Ok, you tell me everything you do in the Order, and I will tell you everything that I do."

"No, I'm not betraying the Order."

"Exactly my point."

"Fine, don't tell me."

"Fine, I won't."

"Arse."

"Will you just eat?"

"Fine, but only if you got me a plum, I seem to be craving those lately."

"Well then I am happy to inform you that I got you a plum, now please eat."

"Ok, where's the food?"

"Right here," he said, grabbing a tray and giving it to her. She took a bite out of the plum and a sip of orange juice.

"Do you remember when I first got sick?" she asked suddenly.

"Yes, well, sort of."

"Do you remember when I had the dream where I was cold and shivering?"

"Yes."

"Well, I had that dream a lot more after that night, and I told Dumbledore about it. He said that if my dreams did tell the future that it would happen to me, the dream was more than just cold. The more I had the dream the more I realized that I was in a torture chamber." She paused and looked around. "As you can see, I think my dreams do tell the future, for I foresaw this happening. I knew that I would be in a torture chamber and I know some of the stuff that is going to happen next."

"And what is going to happen next?"

"I don't want to tell you."

"Why?"

"Because they concern you, and I don't want you to know what they are."

"You can tell me, Hermione, I want to know what happens next."

"You only think you do."

"No really, I do."

"I'm not telling you."

"Do I need to seduce it from you?"

"Not even seducing will help." Draco knew that she wasn't going to give it up, so he let it go.

"Fine, I have to go, goodbye love," he said as he got up, kissed her and walked out the door, again locking it with a simple spell.

"Bye," Hermione said softly, she didn't know how to tell him what would happen and she didn't even want to think about the devastating effects it would have on him. She didn't want to tell him that it would affect his life more than anything else. She knew that he would be depressed when it happened, she just didn't want to tell him what it was, that he needed to find out on his own.

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Hermione ate her breakfast, it was not all that filling, since it was just some oatmeal and a plum, but it was better than nothing.

She needed more food though, she needed to feed for more than just her body, and she was starting to feel sick again. There was a toilet in the corner that she could barely reach, but if she needed to puke she could get there.

She really needed her potion, she couldn't counteract the feelings without it. And if she got sick again like she was at the beginning of the year, then she wouldn't be able to keep her food down again and that would make her even sicker. This would not do at all.

She was starting to feel this coming back and she needed to talk to Draco about it before it got any worse. She was angry at him for leaving the night before, she had left him with this need, for him. And she finally knew how he felt every time they would kiss and she would stop them.

Now that she was ready, she wanted to go further with him. But did she really want her first time with him to be in a dungeon. Well, it almost had happened, and it probably would have if he didn't have to go to the dark lord.

That also presented a problem, he was now a death eater, and she couldn't do anything about that. But like he had said, he can not tell her anything that they do, because she can not tell him anything that they do in the Order. Their relationship would be one with many secrets. That was not good, relationships with secrets were never a good thing.

She finished eating and rolled back over, she lay under the covers, they were green, of course. She went back into a rather peaceful sleep, dreaming about the good future, one in which she hoped she could make it to. She wanted that future so much.

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Draco finished his job and got back to his house. He was covered from head to toe in sweat and his hair was in a thick mess around his face. His cloak was stained with who knows what and he had one long scratch across his cheek.

That had not gone well. He stomped to his room to get changed. He walked in and threw his robes off in a hurry, he grabbed some new ones and made his way to the shower, one that he desperately needed.

He healed the cut on his cheek, if Hermione saw that, there would be no trying to explain, she would know what it was from. It left a small mark and he put a concealment charm on it.

That had been harder than he expected. He didn't know that that thing was so mean. There were easier ways to do things like that, but it seemed that his father wanted to make him die. Oh well, it was done now. He stole it. He had gotten past the whomping willow and stolen it.

What did he steal? You might ask. Well, in the words of Draco. "That's none of your fucking business."

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He finished his shower and went back down to see Hermione, she needed some more food, he knew that. No one else knew that though, no one else knew that she was pregnant. He was the only one, and he was going to keep it that way.

He called on Mimsy, the house elf, to get some food for her.

He waited for Mimsy to get back and then took the food down to his girlfriend.

"Hermione, I brought you some more food."

"I can't eat," Hermione said softly, her face in the pillow.

"Why?" He asked a little meaner than he had hoped.

She lifted her head up to look at Draco and he noticed that she looked horrible.

"I'm sick," she said.

"Why?" he asked again, this time sympathetically.

"Because, I haven't taken my potion, I'm getting sick again," she answered.

"Well, what potion were you taking."

"It was something that Madam Pomfrey gave me, it was supposed to counteract the symptoms of the morning sickness, but I haven't taken it in a couple of days and I'm getting sick again."

"If I knew what it was then I could get you some."

"It was called mornicicum, I believe."

"Ok, I'll try and get you some, but if you can try to eat you should, otherwise you will be very weak, and you never want to be weak in the presence of death eaters."

"Not even you?" she asked with a half-hearted smile.

"I don't care if you're weak, but I would rather have you have your strength so that we can continue what we started last night." He smiled, so did she. "I'm sorry that I had to go."

"It's not your fault. I'll try to get my strength back for you. Could I get a toothbrush too?"

"I'll see what I can do, honey." He bent down to give her a kiss.

"No, don't," she said, stopping him before their lips met.

"Why?"

"Because I just threw up, let me brush my teeth first."

"Ok. I love you."

"I love you, too. I'm sorry that I'm sick."

"It's not your fault, its Weasel's," He said with a smile, leaving her alone once again. He was left to his thoughts of how he was going to get the potion and where he could find a toothbrush for her. He knew that they had to have one somewhere around here, otherwise he would have to go to some store and get it.

Hermione tried taking a bite of the chicken, but threw up again. This was not good, not at all.

A/N: Ok, after that boring chapter, some good news. The next chapter is better, even though its going to leave you at a VERY evil cliffie. But the one after that I think is my greatest chapter so far, but that's just because…wait, I cant tell you.

Now, something that has nothing to do with Harry Potter or my story. About two weeks ago my boyfriend, Dan, and I broke up. He thought that long distance relationships (we live two and half hours away from each other) couldn't really work out. I agreed. But last weekend he came to visit me on Friday and told me that he loved me and that he couldn't stand being without me for that long. So we got back together because he was so cute about it, begging me to take him back (I think he was just really horny).

Also, it was his birthday on Sunday, the 24th and lets just say if you ever want to make your boyfriend happy for his birthday, you need: Whipped cream, cherries, chocolate syrup, ice cream, strawberries…so on. Dan definitely liked it…

So I am happy because I have my boyfriend back once more and no longer have to crush on the hot blonde Russian at my school. I like the black-haired, blue-eyed, tall, freshman-in-college, soccer player, handsome-as-sin boyfriend better than the evil-blonde-Russian-who-wants-to-nuke-the-world-and-take-it-over (though if he did, he said I could have Australia).

But enough about that! How did you all like the chapter?

With much love

Brittany