A/N: It's been two years since I updated this fic. I've forgotten about it. Reading HBP and OotP have changed my views (as well as everyone else's) and well it's hard to write about certain dead characters. But I've decided to update at last, with a huge twist of the plot. Hope you enjoy.
When Hermione returned to the Malfoy manor she was quiet and reserved. Locking her door, she refused to eat or speak to anyone. She had felt immense pleasure with Lord Voldemort but disgust as well. The Malfoy's assumed that she was simply tired and nauseated and left her to be. She was both of these things but that was not all.
Hermione sat on a plush cushion in her bedroom, flipping through book after book. She stared into a mirror, disgusted by her reflection. She sat there, biding her time, until finally she could no longer bear it. Slipping into a cloak, she walked over to the small fireplace in her room, tossed in some Floo powder, and was on her way to Hogwarts once again. She arrived, covered in ashes to see Dumbledore sitting at his desk.
"Hello Hermione," he said gravely. She nodded curtly before sitting down. She then stood once more before proceeding to sit. "I understand that you are feeling restless."
"You don't understand," she said coldly. "How could you?" She took a sneakoscope off of the headmaster's desk and threw it at the wall as hard as she could. It bounced off pitifully.
"Do you feel better now?" Dumbledore asked quietly. In response, Hermione threw a heavy statue to floor and watched it shatter. "I suppose that would be a no." Hermione smiled weakly and then fell to the floor in a crumpled heap and began to sob.
"Oh Professor," she sobbed. "I'm such a retched person. I have coldly watched my friends and allies die. I killed McGonnagoll!"
"Hermione," Dumbledore began calmly, "you know as well as I that Minerva is hiding in the mountains. You did a very good job of faking her murder and concealing it from Lord Voldemort."
"But it feels so real!" she screamed, pounding on the floor. "I don't know who I am anymore Dumbledore! I don't even remember what side I'm on!" Her face was red and soaked with salty tears. He quietly handed her a hanky and pulled her gently to her feet.
"Hermione Granger, you are a member of the Order of the Phoenix who is going through some severe hormonal changes due to the fact that you have a young child inside of you." Hermione went white and then began to slip to the ground. Albus kept her on her feet. "This is what you wanted isn't it?"
She nodded. "Yes. Our plan will be rubbish without this child."
"That's right. Now you are going to drink a cup of tea. You are going to pull yourself together and return to the manor. The term will start in one week and you will return to my protection. In the meantime, avoid both Draco and Voldemort as much as possible." Dumbledore embraced her tightly and then helped her into the grate. "I will see you in seven days exactly, Miss Granger."
Hermione nodded and made her way back to hell.
Meanwhile back at the ranch –er the manor- Draco was ripping out his pale hair with vigor.