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A/N: Okay promised to throw some more plot in and here it is. Also thanx so much for the reviews. if any ?'s please include and will respond.

Chapter six: Draco

It wasn't until Draco had cleared out his emergency vault at Gringotts that he considered relaxing. Now with a trunk full of galleons to allow him comfort for the rest of his life shrunken and in his pocket, the Slytherin found himself whistling as he made his way towards his destination. She was heaven and felt incredible beneath him. He would have her again; he was certain.

Just as he was certain that Harry would have nothing to do with her once she becomes pregnant. Yes, she would carry his child. He'd watched her for months once he had realized his infatuation for her. Through his observations from a distance, Draco had begun to notice a certain time of the month when she'd look a little paler and more tired than usual. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw her subconsciously wince and place a hand on her abdomen two months in a row.

The potion had been brewed for just a few days but would not keep for much longer. The Slytherin Prince smiled to himself. If he had calculated correctly, he may have been fortunate enough to take her two weeks before her cycle; she would be ovulating. Despite its conception, Draco was hoping that the Head Girl would be too kind-hearted to dispose of the child. Yes, he felt the binding of the potion broken. Hermione's father must not be too concerned with his family honor. Strange, Draco's maternal grandfather was very concerned about his. But no matter, she will be his.

My child, he thought selfishly. My child and heir. She will be beautiful, brilliant, and cunning, so very cunning. A Slytherin, regardless of blood, there would be no doubt. If anything her conception would assure it. Yes, he wanted a daughter. A boy would be welcome as well; he would assure the continuance of the Malfoy name. However, with the name also came a great burden. Yes, a girl with white blonde hair and cinnamon eyes... maybe the occasional freckle like her mother.

Draco paid his way into the tavern. No questions would be asked as he handed a full purse to the innkeeper. His room was nice and clean, almost reminded him of his Head Boy room, down to the green silk sheets. He fell back into the bed and quickly fell asleep to dream of the next time that he would have Hermione naked beneath him. Perhaps in his bed this time...

The sharp blow to his head caused Draco to fall out of bed and violently crash to the hardwood floor. One look at the hand stitched leather boots and he knew who had awoken him. Still rubbing the fast growing knot on his head, Draco sat up. "Good morning to you as well, Father."

Strong hands pulled him to his feet. Dizzy from his wake up call, the younger Malfoy swayed forward into well dressed chest of his father. Lucius roughly shoved Draco back to the bed in response. "Morning? It's nearly supper time..." Never one to avoid a conflict, he continued, "What have you done?"

"Hermione Granger." Draco sneered.

"Really? And why would you do such a thing? She's filthy."

"And very beautiful and sexy. I wanted her, so I took her, just as you taught me."

"Yes and I also taught you to never get caught."

Draco lazily stretched. "Well, unless you've recently become an Auror, then I haven't been caught."

Lucius grasped his son's shirt and roughly backhanded him. "You will be. It has not even been a day and the manor is already crawling with Aurors looking for you. Could you not Obliviate her?"

"No, I need her to know that it was me." Draco wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiling. "I gave her the Munimentum Progenus potion and when she conc-" He was cut short as Lucius' gloved hand slammed across his other cheek, knocking him to the floor again. The Deatheater's son groaned as he tried to crawl away from his furious father. "She's mine and no anger from you or your master can keep her from me!"

Malfoy Sr. crouched and pulled Draco towards him by his ankle. "MY MASTER! He is yours as well and you will answer to him!" Grabbing a fistful of hair, Lucius forced his son to stand. "You have ruined our blood! And not with any mudblood; you had to have Potter's!"

"Only the best for a Malfoy." Draco flinched despite the strength in his voice, knowing that he would be struck again. Never one to disappoint, his father backhanded him to the floor once more.

"Spoilt brat! Stand up now!...Stand up!" he hissed, once more grabbing his hair and forcing Draco to his feet.

Any attempts to free himself were futile as Draco found himself standing in the fireplace of his room. Lucius grabbed a handful of floo powder from beside the mantle, hissed a phrase in poor Parseltongue and slammed the powder to his feet.

As soon as his feet touched the ground again, the elder Malfoy threw his son mercilessly out of the fireplace. Draco gave a loud "oof!" as he rolled several times before hitting the wall opposite the fireplace. He was quickly grabbed by Goyle Sr. before he had a chance to recover.

"Take him to the Dark Lord!" Lucius followed his son and Goyle down the dimly lit hall. Draco knew where he was going but did not care. He slumped into the mammoth Deatheaters grasp as he allowed himself to be taken to the throne room. Once there, Goyle dropped Draco unto the floor unceremoniously. The young Slytherin stood quickly, brushed himself off as much as possible and waited as other Deatheaters entered the room.

Wearing a hooded cloak that only allowed his fierce red eyes to shine from within the hood's shadow, Voldemort entered. All of his followers dropped to one knee and lowered their head in reverence as Draco remained standing. Lucius hissed and pulled his son to his knees.

"Release him, Lucius. I will not tolerate false adoration. His distaste for me is too apparent." The "tsk" that Voldemort emitted was condescending causing Draco to sneer. "Pray tell, young Malfoy, why one of my most promising future Deatheaters would choose to turn his back on such a bright future?"

"You can not give me what I want!" Draco yelled with a slight pout on his face. Voldemort's followers gasped around him, some even swearing loudly. His father was quick to draw a wand against him. The Dark Lord held up his hands for silence that was immediately granted.

"Child," Voldemort hissed in an almost affectionate manner. "What is it that you desire yet feel that I can not get for you?"

"Hermione Granger," Lucius answered, creating another eruption around the room.

"Potter's mudblood, am I correct?" Draco nodded. To everyone's surprise, Voldemort began to laugh shrilly.

"May I inquire as to what is so funny?" Draco asked.

"Young dragon, how could you assume that I would neglect your desires. Especially one that could be beneficial to our cause? You have such potential, infinitely more than any other in your generation could offer. In time, I was planning on you to take your father's place at my side. If it is the mudblood you want and if attaining her would seal your allegiance to me-"

"It would," Draco spoke quickly, the implications of this dark wizard's promise making him eager.

"Then I will have this mudblood delivered to you as a gift to welcome you into my ranks. Your loyalty must be absolute. One hint of betrayal and I will personally destroy the both of you."

Draco dropped to his knees and lowered his head in complete submission. "I am yours so long as she can be mine." In response the Slytherin felt a scaly hand touch the top of his head. "There is more, Master...I have already taken her."

"Against her will?"

"Is there any other way?" Draco smirked as his new master did the same.

"Is this way I have heard of Aurors at your manor, Lucius?" He noted Lucius' nod. "Why would you allow yourself to be caught?"

"Well, unless you've recently become an Auror, then I haven't been caught."

The darkest wizard's laugh echoed through the throne room. "That is true. Well, then why did you allow her to inform the others?"

"I was angry and jealous. I saw that brat Pothead propose to her and Hermione accepted. I suspected that she may be ovulating so I took her then gave her the Munimentum Progenus potion. I wanted to assure that even if I could not keep her, in some way she would still belong to me."

Voldemort noticed the scowl on Malfoy Sr.'s face. "Now Lucius, why so upset? After all, this is your grandchild that we are referring to...Come my powerful Dragon; we have much planning to do if we are to destroy Potter with this new turn of events..."

A/N: See, there's a story a-brewing here. I will update tomorrow promise because I just decided that this fic will definately be finished b4 HBP comes out to avoid any major story changes (i.e: actual character deaths or new settings and characters). SOOOO happy that I'm getting reviews! Oodles upon oodles of love to those who have actually added my story to their favorites (tear). Will try my darndest (real word?) to not disappoint. Thank for sticking with me, I'll keep going as long as ya'll (you all) let me.