Unbreakable


Disclaimer: I don't own Hermione, Draco, Lucius, Voldemort, Wormtail, etc.  But I would like to have Draco or Voldemort.  If anyone has them, can I have them?  Just kidding.  But please?  On with the story!

A/N: YES! I FINALLY UPDATED!

            "Hermione please don't tell me you've gotten yourself mixed up with him."

            "I let them kill Harry."

            "Avada Kedavra!"

            Hermione awoke with a start.  She had been dreaming of McGonnagoll's death.  Still breathing hard she settled back against Draco's chest. 

            "Nightmare?" he said in his old drawling voice. 

            "Yes."  Hermione wiped the cold sweat off her face and snuggled up against him, trying to relax.

            "Yeah I used to have them all the time when I first became a Death Eater.  It really eats at you.  No pun intended."  Uh huh, sure.

            "Draco," Hermione started, looking up at him, "have you ever killed anyone?"  A scared look flashed through his eyes before he responded.

            "Yes.  Most of the Death Eaters have."

            "Who?"

            "I can't say.  I wouldn't want to upset you," he said a little sarcastically. 

            "Look Malfoy, I just killed my favorite teacher, and two days ago I let Lord Voldemort kill one of my best friends.  I think I can handle it!"

            "It was Ron."

            "Oh."  Hermione felt tears pool in her eyes and she turned away to hide them. 

            "Look if I had known we were going to end up together I wouldn't have done it."  Lie. 

            "Its okay, I'm just a little surprised is all.  I'm going back to my room.  I don't fancy thinking what your father would say if he found me here."  She pulled on her clothes and returned to her own room.  Lifting up her pillow she found a picture of her with Ron and Harry.  It was a Muggle picture and didn't move.   Hermione stared at it and she let herself cry a little before ripping it into tiny pieces.  She had broken all her ties, rid herself of her attachment.  She didn't need love, she was cold and cruel.  Like Draco.  Like Voldemort. 

            Draco lay in bed all alone, thinking of Hermione.  Before last night the whole thing had been a lie.  He had been seducing her only upon the Dark Lord's orders.  To bring her farther into the Dark Side, but now he was really starting to love her.  Love wasn't part of the plan.  He didn't do love. 

            Later that afternoon Hermione pulled on some purple robes and walked downstairs, prepared to go to see Voldemort.  Draco found her first.  He pulled her into kiss which she broke. 

            "Listen Malfoy, this isn't going to work," she said bluntly, pushing him away.

            "Why not?" Draco asked, taken aback.  He was supposed to be the one to break up with her damn it!

            "You know why not!  Listen, your really sexy and all, but I'm really looking for someone a bit more mature," Hermione said, fingering the collar of his robes.  "Now I have to go.  Oh and don't worry, you'll find someone else," she promised emptily.

            Hermione stepped into the dark manor that was Lord Voldemort's place of residence.  A Dementor (shiver) took her up to a room where the Dark Lord himself stood at a window, gazing into the gray fog of the morning.

            "My Lord?"

            "Hermione!"  A piercing gaze cut through her, causing her to lower her eyes. 

            "I see you have kept my request in mind," he said silkily.  Hermione nodded.

            "I mostly came to see what your plan is," she answered.

            "Don't you know?" Voldemort asked surprised. 

            "I know what you want," she said walking toward him, "just not how you plan on doing it."  Hermione stopped in front of him, looking up into those hateful red eyes.

            "Well you must know that what I seek is world domination and immortality," Voldemort began. 

            "Yes, but how are going to get it?" she asked, frustrated.

            "Shh!" He lifted a finger to his lips.

            "Tell me," she whispered, moving her face toward his.

            "All in good time my dear, all in good time."  The Dark Lord moved away, still jabbering on.  "You broke up with Draco this morning."

            "How did you know?"

            "You shouldn't have done that."

            "How did you know?" Hermione asked yet again.

            "Lord Voldemort knows everything," was his pathetic answer.  "You should have stayed with him.  He could teach you things.  Such things that you might not want to hear from other people.  Terrible, terrible things."

            "If you really want me to, I'll patch things up between us," Hermione promised.

            "Very well.  You may go!" 

            Draco sat at a wizard pub, drinking from a silver flask. 

            "Hello."

            He turned and saw a silver haired girl standing behind him.  A veela.

            "Hello," Draco returned, gesturing for her to sit.  "What're drinking?" he asked politely. 

            "I do not drink.  I just come for the gorgeous boys like you," she teased.  "Butterbeer's fine."

            "I'm Draco," he introduced.

            "Evangela."

             As they continued to talk Hermione herself walked in.  She dragged him outside to "talk."
            "What do you want?" he asked, irritated.

            "We have to talk!" she exclaimed.

            "Can't we do it later?  I'm finding someone else."

            "I'm pregnant!" 

            Draco just stared.