A/N: Yes it has been a long time since I have written. I had lost interest in and then tonight when I was bored and depressed I rediscovered this story and decided to add onto it. Just to let you know I have no idea where I'm going with this so if it's a bit mixed up I apologize.

"You're pregnant?" Draco asked blandly, his mouth numb with disbelief.

"So it would appear," Hermione replied curtly. "I know it's only been a few days but I took a magic pregnancy test a few hours ago. They are never wrong."

"H-how did this happen?" Draco's pale face had become even whiter, his silvery eyes contrasting sharply to his skin.

"Well you see darling Draco when two people have sex with no protection and the sperm reaches the egg it fertilizes and-"

"I know the technicalities you prat!" he shouted. She flinched and snickered beneath her breath. "I mean- I mean- oh God are you sure it's mine?"

Hermione did not answer but curtly Apparated to her room at Malfoy Manor. Slamming her door she undressed and wrapped herself in her dressing gown, crawling beneath the velvety bedspread. Running her hands over her stomach and hips she began to panic. She wasn't pregnant! She now had to get pregnant! The Dark Lord had assured her this would be easy to do now that she was both his mistress and Draco's lover. Hermione didn't understand this plan of his but he was Lord Voldemort so perhaps he did know what he was doing.

Draco now sat in the garden pondering. The veela had shown her distaste for him after hearing the news of his unplanned parenthood. He however was beginning to come to terms with it. Voldemort had wanted him to become involved with Hermione and perhaps this was one of his reasons. He was scared though of what Lucius would think once he heard his first grandchild would not be pureblooded. Twitching, he decided to go tell Hermione he had come to terms with it and then go to Voldemort for advice. Rising, he Apparated into her room where she lie on the bed in her dressing gown.

"Hello pet," he whispered kissing her hand gently then letting his lips flow up her arms to her neck. She embraced him and sighed into his ear. "I have thought about your situation and I've decided that perhaps I can accept it. After all, this will be yet another Death Eater for our Lord to train and another young wizard to do my bidding at Hogwarts," he cackled softly. She said nothing but slipped off her gown and placed his hands on her small figure.

Draco felt the blood rush downwards as she moved his hands into all the right places and began to undress him.

"We should celebrate," she said. He could only stare. Was this truly the Hermione he had despised all through school? How had she become such a little vixen? At the moment he really did not care what the answer was which he proved by crouching over her and slipping into her.

Lord Voldemort's manor was dark, secluded, and often you could hear the echoes of screams, some of which had been first uttered days earlier. In any event Draco detested visiting it. There was often a woman lingering about but she was only seen if the Lord invited you into his quarters. Today, however, he sat alone. Draco bowed before him and kissed his robes as he informed him of the situation.

"Malfoy why do fret so? This is perfect. Yet another way to make sure Hermione is truly devoted to her newfound persona. We have trapped her on our side and we have conjured yet another young soul to corrupt." Voldemort's laughing was endless and Draco shuddered at the sound of the icy voice hitting the walls.

"Don't worry young Malfoy. We will take care of this. Go home to your mistress and send her to me in a few days. You will see that this is really not as bad it may seem."

Draco nodded and began to walk away.

"Don't worry about your father," Voldemort said as an afterthought. "I will see that he understands the situation from my point of view."

Hermione was lying in Draco's room, her skirt bunched up around her waist and wearing his half buttoned shirt. He was fun to play with but she longed to see her Lord again. As revolting as he may have seemed before his newly transformed body was actually quite delicious and in his arms she felt like a veela. She wondered how many of the other Death Eaters were his mistresses. Sighing happily and wriggling down into the silk sheets she heard Draco enter.

"Hello pet," he said wearily, shedding his robes. "Voldemort has requested your presence be shown at his manor within the next few days.

"I'll go tomorrow," she said eagerly. Draco raised a pale eyebrow and sat at his desk, pulling over a leather bound book of curses.

"I'm tired and I need to do some studying for my upcoming task," he said in a bored drawl. "You should go. You know read or something."

"I think perhaps I shall see my Lord now." Her tone was haughty and Draco could see that she didn't like it when something came before her pleasure. He sneered at the thought of her being jealous. Well she should get used to it because he was a busy man!

Lord Voldemort had just begun to summon another unfaithful minion when his Hermione walked into his study. Annoyed that she hadn't knocked he decided not to mention it just for the sake of pleasure.

"Back so soon?"

"Is that a problem?" Slipping into his cold arms Hermione could see that he didn't mind at all.