Disclaimer: My grandpa's name is James, I had an uncle Bill who died a few years ago, I have an Uncle Ron who lives in England and has red hair (but he's cool so that's not why I hate Ron in Harry Potter) and I have a cousin named Lily. But despite all this, I still do not own Harry Potter and his associates.

A/N: I know a few people were angry by the author's note on the last chapter and I'm sorry that you took it in a bad way. I'm saying that that is what all cliche plots are like, I'm not saying that they're bad. I have read a few cliche plot stories and they were really good, I'm just saying that mine is not cliche and is not going to end like the rest of the DHr fics on this site.

Enjoy!

Chapter 42

Self-Control and The New Gods

"Ah, yes. Hermione, glad you could come," Voldemort said when Hermione and Draco arrived in Lucius' office a few minutes later. "You may sit," he said.

"Thank you, sir," Hermione said, taking a seat.

"If you would please give us some privacy, Draco," Voldemort said.

"Yes sir," Draco said, walking out of the room, leaving Riddle and Hermione to their own. "Now as I understand it, you are not that fond of Mr. Weasley, am I right?"

"Ron?" Hermione asked, not sure weather he was speaking of Ron or Arthur.

"Yes," Tom said, making a steeple of his fingers and resting his elbows on the desk.

"I hate him," Hermione said.

"And the reason for that being?"

Hermione didn't want to tell him, she didn't want everyone to know. But she had to tell him, he would know if she was lying. A very strange sixth sense that seemed to be installed into everyone she came in contact with.

"He raped me," Hermione said quietly, just barely above a whisper, hanging her head and taking a particular interest in her feet.

"I see," Tom said. "And you had fun just now, making him pay for that?" he asked.

"That was not payback for what he did to me. That was Draco showing Weasley what he lost. I will never be happy with only torturing him. He will have to be dead before he gets the revenge that I seek," Hermione said, looking up at Voldemort.

Riddle just smirked. This was exactly what he wanted to hear, but he decided that he would play devil's advocate instead. "Hermione dear, do you really think that what he deserves is death?"

"He raped me. Forcefully took away my virginity!" Hermione yelled.

"But death?" he asked.

"He handcuffed me to his bed so I couldn't move, he took my wand away from me, he even gagged me so I couldn't scream. He…" she looked down at her stomach. Then continued much softer. "He put this thing in me," she said, putting one hand over her stomach then looking guiltily back up to Riddle.

"Then death it shall be," Tom said, fuming at the words. Weasley hadnt just raped her, he had tied her up and gagged her before he raped her.

"You mean you're going to kill him?" Hermione asked shyly.

"When you think the time is right, he is going to kill himself," Tom said with a grin.

"But why?" she asked.

"Imperius works wonders, young witch."

"Oh," Hermione said.

Hermione appeared outside the doorway of Lucius' office about ten minutes later. Draco was pacing in front of the door and was relieved when she walked out.

"How did it go?" he asked.

"Good, except now Voldemort knows that I'm pregnant," she said.

"But he alre—" he bit his tongue. Hermione probably wasn't supposed to know that he already knew.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing. Do you want some tea? It's nearly time," he said, grabbing her hand and leading her down the hall.

Hermione just looked at him suspiciously but let him lead her.

"Lucius, what we need to do is to bide time," Tom said.

"I'm sorry, but what do you mean, my lord?" Lucius asked.

"Well, Miss Granger has let me into a vital piece of information, it only needs time to develop into a plan.

"What kind of information?" Lucius asked.

"Hermione noticed something that any other wizard would find undetectable, but being the mastermind she is, she has uncovered the truth," Voldemort said.

"The truth?" Lucius asked.

"It seems as though the professors at Hogwarts have been trying to improve house relations with the intention of the Slytherin students changing sides on the war to be on the 'good' side."

"And this means what for us?"

"Well, in the process of this, it seems that the professors have taken a more drastic approach and resorted to love potions," Tom relayed.

"I see," Lucius said with a smirk.

"Yes, so as long as we can make sure that our children are loyal, then we may get some of the Gryffindors to switch sides in this war. Also, contact the Parkinsons. It seems that young Pansy is in with Potter. Pansy is loyal, and maybe Potter's love for her will be strong enough for him to switch to our side. If that is possible then it will be the end of Dumbledore and his 'for the good of all muggles,' 'living in the dark' ploy."

"I shall do so immediately sir," Lucius said, making to get up.

"We have a very good chance of winning this war after all, Lucius," Tom smirked. "Thanks to your son and his little Gryffindor."

Lucius beamed.

And biding time they did, days passed into weeks and the weeks into months and before anyone knew it, it was already the beginning of April.

"Draco!" Hermione screamed.

Draco, who was sitting at his desk doing wandless magic homework from Aunt Bella, ran over to the bed where Hermione was laying.

"What, what's wrong?" he asked quickly.

"It kicked," she said excitedly.

Draco's face lit up and he put his hand over his fiancé's stomach.

"Do you feel it?" Hermione asked, holding his hand and putting it over the spot where she had just felt the baby.

Draco felt the small thump against his hand and smiled. It had kicked.

Six months and it finally showed signs of life.

Hermione smiled at Draco, who was acting like a child with a new toy. He put his ear against her stomach, which was roughly the size of a small watermelon.

Draco just was thinking, the child was alive. Before, Hermione was just pregnant, she had a larger stomach. She had something inside her. But now the realization hit, it was something alive. Something that would come out and be in their lives.

A child that was not his.

He frowned slightly at the thought. This would be a much better situation if only it were his child inside of Hermione, not Weasel's.

Hermione sensed his change in attitude and asked him what was wrong.

"I just wish it was mine," he said.

"It is more yours than it is Weasley's," Hermione said. "You have been its father all along the way. The only thing that is different is the genes."

"Genes mean everything in my family," Draco stated.

Hermione grabbed his head and brought him up to her mouth to kiss him. "I love you, honey. I know that you don't think of this baby as yours, but I do and that is all that matters." She pulled his mouth down on hers before he could argue.

When they pulled away from their kiss, Draco looked down on her beautiful face. "Why can't we have sex?" he asked.

"Because, you would injure him," Hermione said, looking down on her stomach.

"But I want you so bad right now," he whined. "It's been a week since we've done anything. I'm not going to last another three months."

"More like four and a half months," Hermione said.

Draco's face turned to shock. "What?" he asked.

"You're not supposed to have sex after you have the baby either. At least for a month or something," Hermione said.

Draco groaned and put his face in between her breasts.

"Oh don't be such a baby," Hermione said, pushing Draco off of her and getting up. Throwing a robe on in the process. "We have to go down to dinner now. Voldemort is supposed to come over today," she said.

"I forgot about that," Draco said, still looking upon his fiancé with hungry eyes.

"Well, lets go, or we're going to be late," Hermione said, walking out of the room without waiting for Draco to follow.

Draco threw a robe on quickly and walked out of the room to catch up with Hermione.

"How is the baby doing, Hermione?" Riddle asked at dinner.

"He kicked today," Hermione relayed the wonderful news.

"That is wonderful to hear," Tom said, looking down with admiration on the girl. She had gone through so many things. She was about to have a baby by the man who raped her for Merlin's sake. "And how are you faring, Draco," he asked.

Draco looked upon him with an evil glare. Surely Voldemort couldn't be talking about how Draco had to be denied having sex with Hermione for four and a half months. "I'm faring quite well," Draco lied.

Riddle just smirked.

Velvet nudged Hermione in the side. "He kicked?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes, just now when we were upstairs," Hermione whispered.

"And Draco isn't faring well at all, is he?" she asked.

"No, it's only been a week and he's going through withdrawals," Hermione smirked as she threw a look at Draco who was still talking to Voldemort.

"But to tell you the truth, I am too," Hermione said.

"Of course you would be, it's not like only guys enjoy sex," Velvet said.

Hermione just smiled as the conversation was brought once more to her.

"Have you been to the healer about it yet?" Riddle asked.

"We've had a healer come and look at her," Lucius answered.

"And when is it due?" he asked Hermione.

"July the fourth," Hermione said.

"Three more months then?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes," Hermione answered.

"Wonderful," he said.

"Lucius, a word please," Tom said when dinner concluded.

"Yes sir," he said as he got up from the table that was being emptied rapidly of dishes by a new house elf. Mimsy was now a paid nurse for Hermione, taking care of only her.

When they arrived in Lucius' study, Tom sat down in Lucius' chair and Lucius took a seat across from him.

"It is time."

Voldemort was going to change the world.

Riddle was growing ever closer to the little witch that Draco had fallen in love with and could see why he did.

Tom loved her as a daughter.

He wanted the world to be safe for her child when it was born.

Safe from Dumbledore's teaching of good and evil. Like there's a difference. Muggles were put on this earth to be slaves. The gods put them there so they could do their will.

The gods multiplied and made more of themselves that were powerful, all knowing, magical.

All wizards could trace their lineage back to a god.

Tom Riddle descended from Ares himself.

Even the wizards who are muggle-born have a recessive trait from a god.

Hermione came from Aphrodite.

The Malfoys came from a direct line from Thor.

Zabinis from Loki, the Miðgarð serpent.

Weasleys from Apollo, but look how much good he did during the Trojan War.

Potter came from Poseidon.

All wizarding families could be traced back, whether through a recessive trait or those of pureblood.

Muggles were put on this earth to be slaves of their will.

Slaves of wizarding kind.

Slaves of Voldemort.

Fuck Dumbledore and his no superiority thinking. Muggles were here to serve the more powerful, the smarter, the magical…

The New Gods.

A/N: Can I ask you all a favor? For anybody who has read my new one-shot, "A Letter to Hermione," I am considering making a story out of it because it is being requested like mad. So if you think that I should make a story out of it, do you want it to be a more descriptive version of what happened sixth year, or do you want the plot to be what happens after the letter? If you haven't read it can you please go read it and tell me as well? I need to know what people want before I can write anymore.

Love and Lemons

Brittany