A/n: Thank you so much for the reviews! Thank God you guys didn't get too bored with it lol. I wrote this chapter when I had a power failure at my house too so yeah…lol
Chapter two
Hermione sighed as she sat back on her couch. She decided to watch TV because there was nothing else to do. When she couldn't find anything to watch, she went to the kitchen and made herself a snack. Suddenly, thunder roared loudly and there was a flash of lightning outside. Rain began to pour loudly.
"Oh great." She muttered. She took an apple from their fruit basket and a mayonnaise sandwich and went upstairs. She went to her bedroom and decided to read a thick novel. It was already 8:30 and her parents weren't home yet. Suddenly, her lamp flickered.
"What the - ?" She said aloud. With another flash of lightning, her lamp completely turned off and the whole house became pitch black.
"Shit! Stupid power failure!" Hermione groaned. She searched her drawers for her handy flashlight. "God dammit! Where's that blated thing when you need it?" She got up and crawled blindly to the direction of her door. "That's it! It's in the living room!" She carefully walked downstairs, clutching the railing tightly as she made her way to her living room. Lightning flashed again and she caught a quick glimpse of the flashlight beside the television. She slowly headed to it and grabbed it just as the loud thunder echoed outside. She hastily turned it on but nothing happened.
"Rats! No batteries!" Hermione grumbled. "If only I had my wand…" She remembered what her parents had done to all her school things. They took them away from her and locked them up somewhere in the attic. She slowly went upstairs, feeling unsafe being alone in the dark. "Where are mum and dad anyway?" She heard a crack from upstairs. Probably just something falling on the roof, she thought.
She opened her bedroom door and saw a silhouette of a figure sitting on her bed. She immediately grabbed a vase from a table near her and quietly approached the figure. She raised the vase above its head and was ready to hit it but the figure turned around and grabbed her arm.
"Oh no you don't!" The figure yelled. It was a voice of a man. The man grabbed both Hermione's wrists and threw her against the wall.
"W-who are y-you? T-take a-anything you w-want, but p-please don't hurt m-me!" Hermione's voice quivered.
"But you are what I want." The voice answered. Hermione still couldn't see his face. "Drop the vase." He ordered. Hermione refused and his grip became tighter. "Drop the fucking vase." Hermione reluctantly agreed and dropped it on the floor. Her fingers were trembling in fear. She recognized that voice. But it can't be, she thought.
"W-what do you want from m-me?" She asked in a scared voice.
"I want the child!" The man shouted. Hermione felt his breath on her neck. Lightning flashed once more and Hermione finally saw who it was. She gasped and felt her whole body become numb.
"M – Malfoy?" She stuttered.
"In the flesh." Draco grinned. He let go of her wrists and grabbed his wand from his jacket pocket. "Lumos." He gave her a cold, creepy smile that sent shivers down her back. He had a few scars on his face, and his white blond hair was long and messy. He was wearing a gray, tattered jacket, a dirty shirt and ripped jeans. He was very pale and bony. But in a weird, unusual way, he was still rather good looking.
"But how -" Hermione asked. The rain poured louder than ever, she had to shout so Draco could hear her.
"Some Dementors owed my father a few favors. They helped me escape." He smirked. He noticed that she was gazing at his scars. "They had to beat me once in a while of course, so it wouldn't be too obvious." He brushed his hair from his face.
"I – I thought you finally changed, like you said you did." Hermione wondered. "I thought you were through with these kinds of matters."
"I killed father because I hated him, not because I wanted to do a good deed." Draco answered. "I did try to change, but I realized that there was no point in being 'good'."
Hermione remained silent for awhile, and then spoke, "What are you doing here? We already talked about this. I am keeping the child. They'll hunt you down and you'll be sent back to Azkaban before you know it."
Draco laughed. "They'll never find me. I have many contacts and sources that can tell me where they are. Did you ever know that the Ministry is so corrupt?" He paused. "I apparated here and thought that maybe I could get myself a two for one deal." He looked at Hermione in a maniac sort of way.
"Leave me alone! Can't you see I don't want to be with you?" She yelled, stepping away from Draco. She heard a crack and realized that he had disappeared. "Where did he - ?" Suddenly, someone grabbed her from behind and pinned her against the wall again. Crack!
"I actually did pretty well in this whole apparating and disapparating thing." Draco smiled. He looked intensely at Hermione. "You are so beautiful…" He leaned forward to kiss her. Hermione thought quickly and kicked him in his 'special spot'. He yelped and backed away, groaning in pain. She grabbed the vase which he had made her drop and smashed it on his head. She saw that she made a small wound and blood began to pour out of his skin.She felt a little guilty inside but turned around and began to run out of the room. Then, someone grabbed her foot and she almost tripped.
"Mobilicorpus!" She heard. Hermione began to float above the ground and was slowly making her way towards her bed. Then, she dropped softly without a scratch.
"I can't let you get hurt in any way. If you get hurt, so will the baby." Draco said as he got up and wiped his head with the sleeve of his jacket.
Hermione realized how much he cared for the child but saw the anger and the coldness in his eyes. He wanted to hurt her, but with the baby in her, she knew he wouldn't. But what if she finally gave birth? Would he hurt her then?
He walked towards her and said, "Enough talk and playing games. I'm going to take you with me." Hermione opened her mouth to protest but Draco casted, "Petrificus tota -" Just then, they heard the door slam from downstairs.
"Hermione, dear! We're home!" A woman's voice called. There were footsteps coming up the stairs. Hermione could see a beam of light (possibly coming from a flashlight that actually works) coming closer and closer.
"Shit." Draco muttered. He gave her a deathly stare. "I'll be back when you least expect it. And when I do, you won't be so lucky."
Hermione felt her heart beat nervously. Malfoy gave her one last look and crack! He disappeared.
"We bought some Chinese food for you." Her mother said cheerfully. "What are you doing in the dark?"
"I – I was sleeping." Hermione lied.
"The weather's terrible! Don't worry your father lighted some candles downstairs." Mrs. Granger informed her. Then she saw the shattered vase on the carpet. "What on earth happened to that vase?"
A/n: Yeah…kinda weird but yeah…lol. Please review!!! And thanks again to the people who already did! Thank you to Follow the Butterflies for correcting my little mistake about the wingardium thing…you're right, Hermione is NOT a feather.