Disclaimer: I'm really sick of saying this, maybe I won't from now on...I don't own them, thus the disclaimer.

A/N: For all those who wanted a story to 'A Letter to Hermione,' I have started posting it and it's called 'Hermione Granger and the Pureblood Prince.' So, go to my name when you're done with this chapter, then scroll down through my profile (which is long) then click on that link. People have been confused so far, so I'm going to say this, IT IS NOT HHR! Thank you, on with this story.

Enjoy!

Chapter 44
A Sex Slave and Dreams Destroyed

"I didn't agree to this, love," Harry said.

"I'm sorry about that, dear, but I didn't think I would have time to wake you," Pansy said in an innocent tone.

"And you just assumed that I would have agreed to come with you if I had been awake?" he asked accusingly.

"You do love me, don't you?" Pansy asked.

"Of course I do, but if you were just doing that so you could use me, to get me here…"

"I wasn't, Harry. I love you, I've had a crush on you since forever and I was so happy when it finally happened. I was not using you. Though Voldemort is using me to get to you," she confided.

"Pansy, I don't want to die here, I need to get out," he said angrily.

"You aren't going to die, Voldemort doesn't want to kill you, he wants you to join us. You don't even have to become a Death Eater; you just have to agree to be against Dumbledore in the war."

"Dumbledore is my mentor; I have listened to his teachings since I was eleven!" Harry yelled. "I'm not going to betray him."

"He is going to lose this war, Harry. And if you are on his side then you will die, I don't want you to die, Harry."

"I just don't know what to do," he argued, punching a pillow angrily.

"Can you just meet with Voldemort, talk to him, listen to his ideas."

"And if I refuse, let him kill me?" Harry complained.

"You have your wand, Harry. He is not going to meet you unarmed."

"Maybe. I need time to think about this," he said.

"You have three days," Pansy said. "Now let's go get some breakfast, Draco's elf makes the greatest waffles."

"All right, let's go eat."

They got up from their bed and started to get dressed in the clothes that had magically appeared in the wardrobe.

"Do we have to get up, love?" Ginny asked, loving the feeling of the downy comforter that she was lying under.

"Yes. Draco said that breakfast was at eight, so we have about a half-hour. It takes at least ten minutes to walk down there."

"Fine, I'll get up," she complained. Then she rolled over on her stomach and buried her head in the pillows.

"I don't see how that's getting up. But I'm going to take a shower and if you would like to get up anytime soon, you could join me."

"Hmm, that is a hard decision," Ginny smiled, lifting her head from the pillows and giving Blaise a kiss. "Let's go," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him up out of bed towards the shower.

"You are a horny little thing, you know that?" Blaise said jokingly.

"Yup!"

At precisely eight o'clock, all six of them, plus Velvet, were sitting at the breakfast table. Lucius and Narcissa had left for the weekend to do something that they were not a liberty to speak about.

They sat in this order, sitting at the head of the table was Draco, to his left was Hermione and next to her was Velvet. Next to Velvet was Ginny and then Blaise, Blaise was next to Pansy and Harry next to her who was next to Draco.

They talked about things as if they were all good friends. Hermione, who had always hated Parkinson, could not see how she was getting along so nicely with her friends. She started to talk to Velvet when Velvet said something about the baby being due soon.

Ginny looked over at Hermione with a questioning glare. Hermione averted her glare from Ginny's gaze and struck up a different conversation with Velvet, hoping to hold off the conversation of her pregnancy until later on.

"Well, this is like one happy reunion for all of you then?" Velvet asked as Hermione changed the subject.

"Well, I am friends with Harry, Blaise, and Ginny, but I've never quite liked Pansy."

"Really?" Velvet asked, looking over at the less than attractive Slytherin. "That sounds interesting." Velvet said. Then she changed topic once again. "So, you know that little prick downstairs?" she inquired.

"Which prick?" Hermione asked.

"The red one in the dungeons," she said more firmly.

"The asshole that gave me this thing," she said, making a passive look towards her stomach.

"I was wondering if you would mind if I…er…made him my slave," Velvet inquired.

"You want to make Ron a slave? For what?" she asked.

"Well, see you all have someone and I really want to make him my…er…personal slave."

"You want a sex slave?" Hermione asked.

"Is it that bad?" Velvet asked.

"It would be better if it was anybody but him," Hermione said, looking a bit disgusted.

"No one else is available at the moment and he doesn't seem that bad looking. And I will make sure that I torture him a bit as well," she said.

Hermione took a deep breath then sighed. "All right, I guess I wouldn't mind, as long as you give him a few good punches and slap him around. It will undoubtedly make him hornier."

"Thank you, Hermione," Velvet said as she gave Hermione a hug.

"Hey, do you think you could introduce us?" Ginny asked from the other side of Velvet.

"Sorry Ginny, this is Velvet, Draco's sister. Velvet, this is my friend Ginny Weasley." Hermione leaned close to Velvet's ear so that only she could hear. "Your new toy's sister."

"Hello Ginny," Velvet said in the same manner that Hermione was treated with her first day here.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Malfoy," Ginny said in a strained manner.

"Hermione, do you think you should tell them?" Draco whispered to Hermione.

"I don't want to, not quite yet," she said softly to him.

"Your choice," he muttered, then turned his conversation back to Harry.

Hours later everyone was sitting in the library talking about everything that had happened in either Hogwarts or the Manor. Things of importance, but not about Hermione being pregnant. They talked about being engaged, and Hermione becoming a Death Eater, which Ginny and Harry were still not keen of.

They talked about how Dumbledore and Snape had been plotting for some time and Blaise had realized that they were being controlled by a potion long ago. He told them all about it and all of them refused to drink what was given them. They were still very much in love anyway.

Draco reconciled with Pansy and told her that they could be friends if she would give Hermione a chance. Pansy readily agreed but told him that Hermione would have to be nice to her as well. Hermione, who just wanted to see Harry happy, also agreed to this arrangement.

Everyone met Velvet and to the ones that she liked she was nice to.

Hermione and Ginny sat and talked about many subjects by themselves for a long time, mostly how good Slytherins were in bed. Ginny had become a wanton hussy since she started going out with Blaise. And, she admitted to Hermione, she could not see how he had ever been gay with Harry. There was definitely nothing left of that part of him. Ginny told Hermione that he was a hundred percent straight now, thanks to her.

Hermione laughed and told her all about Christmas and how Draco had proposed to her. Ginny smiled at it and hoped that Blaise would too propose. Except Ginny was still in sixth year and had a year left of school before they could really be married. Hermione also wished that the two would be happy together; they did seem to be a very loving couple.

While Hermione and Ginny talked, their respective guys talked to each other. Blaise spoke of many different things to Draco, about Hermione becoming a death eater, about Draco being well-respected by Voldemort and Hermione being on a first-name basis with the Dark Lord.

They talked about how Ron was in cell in the dungeons still and had not been freed or even seen sunshine for four months. Hermione still decided that he was not worthy to die, and Draco laughed at the thought of him becoming a sex slave of his sister. As long as he didn't go along and get her pregnant as well.

They talked about their girlfriends and what Hermione had done for him for Christmas and how he had made the night extra-special by proposing to her. Blaise thought that it was wonderfully romantic, but had doubts about proposing to Ginny yet because she still had a year of school.

Blaise was happy to have his best friend back and vice versa for Draco. They also talked about what they were going to do over the next couple of weeks until they prepared for the attack against Dumbledore's now reduced army.

They also laughed when Blaise described what Dumbledore's face would look like when he found out that his plan had backfired and all of the Gryffindors, including precious Harry, had gone to Voldemort's side.

Everyone was having a great time talking about what had happened in the past four months, what was happening now and what was still to come.

Everyone mingled and Draco and Hermione moved around to talk to others in the group.

After talking to Pansy, Hermione pulled Draco away from the others and towards a book case where they wouldn't be seen or overheard while the others were talking. "I don't want to tell them, Draco," she confessed.

"Well, you can't much notice with the robes on, but you are going to have to tell them at some point," he muttered.

"I can't," she said, putting her head on his shoulder. Draco wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, feeling the swell of her belly against him. He wished more than anything that he could be happy about this baby, that it would be a great thing for them to have in their lives, that it was his. But there was nothing he could do about it now, it was there, six months along already and there was no way that it was going to go away now.

"You don't have to, if you don't want," he said into her hair.

Hermione pulled away suddenly and smiled. "He kicked again," she said, running her hand over her stomach, she looked up at Draco and he smiled. Then she felt a pain shoot through her stomach. She gasped her breath a little. Her knees gave out and she fell into Draco's outstretched arms.

"What's wrong, Mina?" Draco asked her in a soothing voice, holding her up.

"Something…there's something wrong with the baby," she cried, the pain washing through her again.

Draco stormed out from between the bookshelves. "Blaise, get Mimsy, now!" he yelled.

Blaise took no time to ask a reason, just did as he was told, running out of the room to find Draco's house elf.

Draco ran over to the fire and threw floo powder into it. He put his head into the fire and pulled it out moments later. A few seconds after that a tall stately woman that Harry recognized as Bellatrix Lestrange appeared in the library.

"What is it, Draco?" she asked.

"Come here, now. I don't know what to do," he said breathlessly.

Everyone else just stood there, not knowing what to do. Blaise ran in a minute later with Mimsy at his heels. "Over there," he ordered to where Draco had run out of. Mimsy ran over there as well.

Everyone was too afraid to move or speak, not sure what was happening but knowing that it had something to do with Hermione. A minute later, Mimsy came bounding out and also stuck her head in the fire after throwing some floo powder onto it.

After she removed her head from the fire she ran back to where they were between the bookshelves. Hermione was lying on the floor, her head in Draco's lap. She was breathing heavily and Bellatrix was at her side, taking her pulse and wiping the sweat off of her forehead.

"Did you call St. Mungo's, Mimsy?" Draco asked frantically.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Should I take her there now?" Draco asked his aunt.

"I think you should take her there as soon as possible. I am not sure what is happening, but there is definitely something wrong with the child," she said grimly.

"Mimsy, I need you to take the charm off of Hermione," Draco said to the elf that was standing there.

"Charm, sir?" Mimsy asked.

"Hermione needs to leave the house, Mimsy. Please lift the charm," he said frantically. He looked down at Hermione, she was sweating and her eyes had slid closed. "Please Mimsy?" he asked again.

"But she promised…"

"Mimsy, she will die. Please just lift it for a little while; she needs to get to the hospital."

"Life or death, sir?" she asked.

"Yes," he confirmed.

"All right," she murmured. Then she held her hands out and a faint glow came from her hands and settled over Hermione's body. "She may leave, sir."

"Thank you," he said. "Aunt Bella, can you do damage control?" he asked, lifting Hermione into his arms.

"Yes, Draco. Take her now," she said.

Draco apparated with Hermione in his arms to St. Mungo's receiving dock.

Bellatrix emerged from the bookshelves a moment later and Harry fought down his urge to hex her into oblivion long enough to ask what was going on.

"She is having problems with the child, I am not sure what but Draco took her to the hospital," she said.

"What child?" Harry, Ginny and Blaise asked.

"You didn't know that she was pregnant?" Bellatrix asked.

"No," they all said.

"Oh Merlin. This damage control is going to be worse than I imagined," she said to herself.

"Dear Merlin, get her into a bed, this moment," the medi-witch yelled.

"Which one?" Draco screamed.

"This one," she said, pointing to the one closest to the door. Draco set her down. "Symptoms?" she asked Draco as Hermione was only half conscious.

"Fast heart rate, sweating, nausea, she said she had pain in her stomach, like she was being stabbed."

"She's in labor," the witch said, looking down on the sheet where Hermione's water had just broken.

Labor? She's only six months; she can't be in labor… Draco pushed the thought from his head and grabbed Hermione's hand in his own, gently pressing a kiss to it. "Hold on, Mina," he murmured.

The nurse transfigured Hermione's robes into a dressing gown and ran out the door and was not gone a mere two minutes before she ran back in with an older looking wizard.

"Merlin, how old is she?" he asked, looking down on her and quickly checking her temperature with his hand. "She's boiling."

Draco just stood by them, holding Hermione's hand in his own as she slipped in and out of consciousness. "Hold on, Mina," he kept repeating.

"She's having this child now," the doctor said. "How far along is she?" he asked Draco.

"Six months," he replied automatically.

"Not good, not good at all," the doctor said, shaking his head slightly. He looked over at the nurse and gave her a grim look that Draco didn't see due to his only focus being his fiancé.

Hermione suddenly sat up and screamed as loud as she could. Draco held her hand tighter. "Hold on, Mina," he soothed into her ear.

"Draco, it hurts so bad," she said softly, squeezing his hand and looking into his eyes.

"Lie back down, miss," the doctor ordered. "This baby's coming whether you want it to or not."

Hermione lay back down quickly but another shot of pain wrenched through her and she caught onto Draco's hand very tightly, almost enough to break the bones in his hand. He didn't care, anything to comfort her. She bit back another sob as the pain slowly faded.

Another streak of pain, another scream, another bone in Draco's hand crushing.

Another hour.

Finally the small child came, dark brown hair, too small, too young.

She died within two minutes.

Hermione turned her face away from Draco and let her tears stain the white pillow.

A/N: Tear! There, for all those who wanted her to have an abortion.

Love and Lemons

Brittany