A/N: hey people, a cliffy! Yay! Hope you guys enjoy it…it HOPEFULLY makes sense. Happy reading!
With love,
Hpobsession.
Usually, in stories where there is a scary or ominous scene, the door, creaks on its hinges. Seeing as this house, the noble Malfoy house was in fact a Malfoy Manor, the door, did not creak as Draco walked into the warm dining room. He could feel the fireplace's exquisite heat blazing in the far corner, the hairs on his neck standing on end, the shock of the glacial hallway and the inferno of the dining room hitting him full blast.
"Draco…darling come, take a seat!" was the softly spoken order. Narcissa barely moved her lips as she sipped on her warmed wine. She was all radiance as she lounged in her seat at the head of the table. "You are late." Not looking up she indicated the seat across from her. Across, meaning eight meters at the other end of the table. Obediently, Draco pulled out the chair and waited for food to appear in front of him.
"No, no…no food yet!" she chimed in a singsong voice, still not looking up. The enormous dining room unbearably hot, Draco could feel the slight perspiration accumulating on his upper lip. He itched to wipe it away but, his 'mother' would not approve. "I have been informed… well lets just say…a little bird told me, that we have an unannounced guest here in the manor," she took a sip of her wine, "why was I not informed of her presence sooner?" as her last note drifted away, her crystalline eyes flickered up, there intensity caused Draco's breath to catch for a moment.
"ANSWER ME!" she screamed, her slim figure seemingly taking up the entire room.
"I was exiled to my wing, no contact with the rest of the wizarding world, or my dear, dear parents…" his sarcasm was tangible, "you gave me no opportunity to-"he was cut short when a great bolt of orange light smacked him squarely in the chest. She licked her lips with sick satisfaction, and watched as Draco grasped as his neck, an invisible noose cutting off his air supply.
"Shut your scheming mouth! You knew damn well how to contact me! You aren't going to keep her, for yourself! She will bear my child whether you like it or not!" Draco's eyes shifted, indicating the weak jinx was faltering.
She stopped her ranting, and sat back to watch as he struggled for air. "You of all people should know…I ALWAYS get what I want." Her voice had returned to its normal pitch, her breathing had evened as she relished in Draco's pain. A tear trickled down Draco's face, as he struggled to beat the mounting strength of the jinx. Narcissa's amusement only lasted a moment, as she remembered her need for her adopted son.
"Poscorda!" She laughed slowly as Draco fell sideways out of his seat. A groan and deep uneven breaths were all that was heard over the crackling of the fire. After a moment Draco grasped the edge of the mahogany table and flopped into his seat.
"A new one hey mother?" Draco gasped, referring to Narcissa's uncanny ability to create new, more dangerous spells. His vision was blurred and the last thing he remembered as he passed out was, Narcissa rising from her seat and ordering is father to move from the shadows and then darkness. What was going on?
Several hours later…
A cold settled in his chest and the next moment he found himself in a darkened room.
Shifting uneasily, he had the strange feeling of fulfillment, but only memories of terror and disgust, floated through his mind. His vision clearing, he looked at the room around him. There was a familiarity too it, though he could not pinpoint where he was.
There was movement beside him, and turning his head, his eyes widened.
Lying next to him, and under quick observation, was an unconscious, naked,Hermione.
What had they done!
Or more importantly...
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What had he done…
A/N: Please review!
