Chapter 7-Divine Intervention

A/N-like the last chappie?

Major short, kind of fluffy.

FLASHBACK

"Oh Lucius, are you sure this will work?" Begged Narcissa, clutching her small, tight belly.

'Dear, in sixth months, the Dark Lord will murder me, unless I can redeem myself. I need this child."

Narcissa crumpled, her silver blonde hair falling around her.

She cried, her pearly tears staining her silky robes.

A pregnant pause.

'Lucius! My son, my only son!"

"He will be a great son, Narcissa, and this is how we determine our fate." Said Lucius.

"I will have a son. A great son." She said automatically.

She didn't notice how he crooned, "Imperio."

She was floating on air, light as the sun.

The voice filled her head.

"Stay calm, Narcissa. Now here's what I want you to do…"

Draco couldn't stop.

Thinking I Mean.

N.E.W.T's weren't important, it was how good with the Dark Lord you were.

Draco looked at the mirror.

He saw, a man, swaddled in black.

He saw his mother!

Eyes filled with tears, her stomach tight in her tight robes.

The man was talking to her.

He lifted his hood.

It was himself!

No, it was Lucius.

Just like swotty Potter, he had been doomed to look like his father.

But unlike the prat, he actually hated it.

He breathed in an out, restraining several sobs.

The mirror didn't show him things, he was sure of that.

The answer came from deep, inside his head.

Inside himself.

Hermione rushed to the ROR.

She needed to play now.

She found, not her instruments. But a boy.

Staring into a gilt-edged mirror, his eyes glassy.

"Stop make them stop, I can't, I can't…'

Hermione dropped her jaw.

'Malfoy?' She said in disbelief.

"Fine, Granger. Laugh at me. But I've seen you. The real you. D'you want to borrow my knife, Granger?' He asked Hermione.

'You're sick, real sick.' She snapped.

'Serpensortia! Sychaessaisesso." He crooned.

A snake slithered up to Hermione, its coils wrapping around her neck.

'Tell anyone Granger, and I will kill you.' He said.

He smiled at her, lightly, and kissed the coils of the snake.

Hermione gasped.

'Diffindo.' She whispered.

The snake cut in two.

She felt dead, she was dead.

She crumpled to the floor.

Malfoy left quietly, regret filling his mind.

It was ten minutes later when Hermione plucked up the courage to leave.

She walked into Herbology, apologized to Professor Sprout, and sat with Ron and Harry.

'You OK, 'Mione?"

Hermione shook her head.

Ron looked amazed when she told them.

Harry was infuriated.

She began to cry, her heart pounding in her chest.