Name: Promises
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Draco gets a letter from Lucius telling him to meet him in the Potions room. He wanted to talk to his son, but his meaning of 'talk' is diffrent then the real meaning.
Genre: Angst
Secondary Genre: Drama
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Kid (6/21/05): Yes, I just got done with writing tbc on the fifth chapter but I've got a few things to finish... Plus my dad has now given me a time I have to be in bed: 1:00... Dammit for someone who is turning into a vampire, 1:00 is just to bloody early. Wait.. Bloody early.. I've been writing on this way too long, damn it... Hmmm... Well, I dunno.. Maybe he'll slack up on it when I come back. Yep, I get to leave this hell hole for two weeks and spend it with okaasan (mother). She's so much better, but I despretly need a laptop. deep sigh well, I can always do it the old fashioned way... But then the paras will be shorter than hell. Fuck me... sighs in defeat Wait.. Nope, no defeate. I'll beat it to death... Well, better get started with what I can..

Updates: Let's see... I've started a new fic for a game called Suikoden. It's centered around my two favorite brothers in the games: Luc and Sasarai. It's also centered around that trampous bitch Sarah (sorry, but my friend made me hate her because of Luc, and if I ever get a chance I'll kill her.) It's also got Chrono Cross in it, and Color Me Blood Red from Malice Mizer (Arigatou Kia and Zak!) but for now, it'll be a while before I get it posted. What else? Previous Event is on a long long temperary hold, and Kagamashita Ai is still on it's second chapter, but I'm actually getting somewhere with it, so just hold on.

Chapter Six: Mothers, Shinta, and Revenge.

It was a strange thing indeed to find out that the Golden Boy, the most prized Gryffidor was no longer considering himself that certain Gryffindor. He never slept there, never ate with them, he didn't even go to classes with then, but it seemed like the houses still considered him to be in his original house. When spoke upon in the Slytherin Common room, it was also laughed upon. Some people was just too stupid. How could they not see they changes in Harry? Were they that blind? Hopefully not or else the Wizarding World was armpit deep in shit. But, then again, they always waited for Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived to fish them out and even sometimes give them a bath. Well this time, they'd drown, because it was Harry that was pileing the shit up.

At least until Hermione Granger found herself in the office of her Head of House, trying to tell the woman something that no one knew, and she didn't want to accept, but had to act on and take responsibility for, or just half, depending on how you wanted to at it.

"Miss Granger, just tell me what it is that is bothering you. It can't really be that bad." Mrs. McGonagal says in a more-that-irritated voice, making it even harder for Hermione. Said girl shift around in her seat for a moment, trying to gather what little thoughts that she could catch.

"Professor... I've made a terrible mistake." She starts out, and immediantly tears start to well up in her eyes. "I think I may-"

"If this is about Miss Parkinson, she is fine, though a little bruised up. You only done lasting damage to her pride, I do believe." The Head of House says with a sigh., but Hermione just shakes her head, wiping away the tears that had started to fall.

"No. That's not it." She begins again, "I... think that... I may... be... pregnant." A sharp gasp is heard and Hermione erupts into tears. All is quiet, minus Hermione's sobs as Mrs. McGonagal gather her thoughts.

"Pregnant, Miss Granger?" Hermione nods. "By whom?" At this, Hermione stops crying, and looks up at her professor, not wanting to answer, and not just for one fear or another. It was multiple ones. Yes, it was mainly because she didn't want to get the boy in trouble, not with the school or with his family, because she knew this would bring shame to them, even if some people thought they couldn't go any lower, and also because she hadn't even told him yet. But she guessed that she'd have to tell him sooner or later. It was just that she wanted to tell the boy later. But there was nothing she could do now. She had to tell.

"Ron Weasly, Professor." Hermione almost whispers it, hoping that she hadn't been heard, but no such luck. The woman in front of her nods, her lips getting thinner the longer she waits, but finally she gets up, preferably to go get Ron.

Pansy slowly sits up in her bed. Damn that Hermione, she was strong when she wanted something as badly as she wanted Harry back. But Pansy wasn't one to give up that easily. Hermione better be ready when she came after her because she'd hurt her for what she done to her.

"Pansy." Blaise's voice takes the girl out of her thoughts, who smiles up at the boy beside her bed. "How are you feeling?" He asks, softer than normal. She nods, smiling again. Blaise sighs, looking anywhere but at the girl in the bed. The pictures all moved around, giving him something to watch as a still, awkward silence fell between them. Pansy moves, catching the attention of the boy beside her. Quickly he pushes her down. "Come on now. From what I saw of you when Potter had you, you still need some rest. What do you need?" The girl looks at him momentairily before shaking her head.

"Just water. That's all." She scoffs. "That's all that woman will let me have. Damn her." Blaise laughs as he hands her the glass. "What are you laughing at? You'd be more pissed than I am, and you know it." Blaise thinks about it for a moment, then nods. Okay, so it was a lie. He was more pissed than he let on, but with Pansy in this condition, he wasn't going to let her know it. She didn't need another reason for getting up before she needed too. "How long have you been here?" She asks, handing the glass back to him. He shrugs, turning the glass upside down and watching a lone drop fall to the floor.

"I don't know. A few hours today, that's all." He stands up. "More water?" She nods.

A few hours? Just for today? Why would he stay here that long just over me? It wasn't like him, but who was she to judge? She lost a battle to a mudblood Gryffindor! How stupid could one get?

"I heard some interesting news today." Blaise hands her the cup again. "The mudblood is pregnant." Pansy, haveing not waited to hear what the news was, spits water everywhere, mostly on Blaise with a wonderful projectory. Slowly, Blaise brings his hand up to wipe the water away. "Yes, before you can ask, you heard me right. And yes, before you can ask again, it is Granger we're talking about."

Her mouth open and water still everywhere, Pansy lays back down. She was hearing things right? This was one of the aftereffects of the battle right? No one who was anyone would screw that thing would they? Well, Pansy shrugs, making Blaise give the girl a look of what the hell, Pansy guess maybe Ro-

"It's Ron Weasly's child isn't it?" Pansy watches as Blaise nods. She was right. Only he would do that, only him. She guessed that the old Harry Potter might have, but only in certain situations, but the new Slytherin Harry wouldn't touch that mudblood. She smiles. The new Harry was so much better. Not so 'I'm so for the light, give me a cookie!'. The Duchess sighs. This was just perfect, the breeding of muggle borns and muggle lovers to make an even worse type of child. This wasn't something else she needed on her agenda. But she was the Duchess. It was halfway her job to make sure the breeding of such people didn't get out into the world, be it Muggle or Magic.

Blaise watches as Pansy runs this over in her head. Yep, it was true, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasly were going to have a child. He nearly laughed at the thought of such a creature being created just when everything seemed to be going so well. But he doesn't. And as much as Pansy may believe that the child is hers to destroy, it was his even more. Blaise sighs. He knew Pansy wouldn't listen to him, that being one of her stronger, though not better, qualities. He'd just have to get to the child first.

Now... How to get over a protective mother.

"Itai yo. (Ow!)" The man writhes under Snape. "Let me go!" He says, trying to shove the raven haired nam off of him. He tries again, but fails, just like the last few times. "It hurts, dammit! Now let me up!" The man finally succeeds in pushing Snape off, said professor landing on his backside with a very satisfying 'plop'. "Dammit, I said that hurts! Next time would you listen to me!" On the floor, surrounded by strown bandages and patches, Snape glares at the red head's comments.

"Maybe if you sat still it wouldn't hurt." He stands up, dusting off his robes. "Sit still." He orders the other man and continues to bandage his cheek, cleaning off the wound in the process. Snape backs off, briefly checking the body before him for any cuts or scrapes that may have illuded him momentairly. "I do believe that is that." says the man, finally letting the wounded teenage boy off his desk. Quickly, Snapes eyes dart behind him at the closed door before he says "You may come in Potter." Silence then the door opens slowly, revealing the raven headed boy.

"Sorry Professor." He says closing the door behind him. He looks at the new boy. "Am I interupting anything?" An almost malicious grin plays across his lips. Snape growls before turning to the boy, who raises his hands defensivly. "Eh, I don't care, besides, it seems you were only dressing a wound. No need to get upset Severus." Again he looks at the other boy. "But I would like to know who you are." Harry says.

It was weird. This person sitting on Severus' desk looked rather familiar to the young Gryffindor. Very familiar, but for some reason, though the name was on the tip of his tounge, he couldn't place him. Though, Harry never was really good with remembering names to faces. But it was beginning to annoy him. How could he of forgotten someone who looked like this man did? Dark, coppery red hair in ponytail at his neck, flowing down to the middle of his back, and dark brown, almost black eyes. He had multiple scars, especially on his arms, saying he was either in many fights, a deeply religous masochist, or a fighter not able to back up his words. Harry was willing to bet on the first one though, seeing the soul of the man come through his eyes as they gently stared at each other.

"Kashin?" Harry whispers suddenly, shocking him and the other man out of the trance. He roughly shakes his head, then repeats what he said. "Yuuma? What was that?" He looks between Severus and the other man. "Any ideas?" Snape clears his throat.

"Potter, this is Mayonaka Shinta." Severus raises an eyebrow at Harry as mouths the name. "Yes, it is foreign; Japanese to be exact." the black headed professor says. The man sighs, watching as Harry's face contorts in an attempt to understand the importance of knowing this man. "He's part of the Blood line, Potter." Harry smiles, looking down, and blushes. The boy had opened his mouth to say something, but immediantly, Severus interupts him. "Oh, by the way Potter. I have a bit of interesting information for you. You should find it very..." Severus stops, mulling over his words. "Amusing, shall we say." Harry sits down at the invitation beside Shinta, a look of, not only anticipation and worry, but of 'to a fault' seriousness. "Your friend, the mudblood, she's pregnant."

"What!" Harry yells. "No, I refuse to believe it! Hermione? Pregnant? You must have the wrong person, Professor!" Harry jumps down from the desk and begins to pace. "It can't be true. It's just not possible, is it?" He looks at Snape for guidence, but only receives a hard glare. "Bloody hell!" He says, sounding exasperated. "Who's is it? Wait! Let me guess! Weasly?" Snape nods solemnly. "Of course. Only he'd screw that mudblood."

Snape watches quietly as the anger and dibelief drives out the side of Harry he almost didn't want to see. This wasn't even the worser of the news he had to tell the Gryffindor-turning-Slytherin. This child that the girl carried was a semi-god. Not as hard to deal with as a full god, but still bad enough, especially seeing as the child's father was the newly appointed Blood. Blood was one of the first gods, therefore, one of the most powerful, but this one was particually close to Harry, or Life rather. But no matter what, the Minister had to tell him. Besides, he'd find out sooner than later, and better the newly appointed Prince know about it beforehand and from him than be own his own.

"And," Snape begins, bringing the raven haired boy out of his near-stupor. "This child, it's a semi-god." Harry stops his pacing and stares at the man that had spoken.

"A-a.. A semigod? You mean to tell me that either Granger or Weasly is a full god!" Slowly his voice gets louder. "How the bloody hell did that happen? Why wasn't it stopped? Why didn't I know about this earlier? Damn it! What the hell is going on anymore?" Harry stops, and catches his breath, sitting back down beside Shinta. "Dammit dammit dammit!" Harry looks up at Snape. "You mean I have to kill this child. Preferably before it gets out of Granger's womb?" Harry lets out a deep sigh and cradles his head in his hand. For a moment, all he mutters is "dammit" before he gets up. "Fine. I'll do it. Might as well, right?" He says, shrugging like it was nothing.

"Blise and Pansy can take care of this, or any other member of the Line can. You don't want to do this, Life, you know you don't have to." It was Shinta who spoke this time. Harry looks at the man confused-like. "What? Well, it's true! You can. It's not like there's any shortage of members to go around." Harry shakes his head.

"Nah. I'll do it. I'll get it done."

Blaise sits beside Pansy's bed, his eyes drooping slightly. It was late, past curfew, but he didn't mind the time. He just wanted to stay beside Pansy and make sure she didn't need anything. He couldn't leave her alone in this state. Especially since her wounds seemed to be healing more slowly than they should. Not even the magic and potions Madam Pomfry had tried on the girl had worked. And though she didn't know why they wouldn't work, Blaise knew exactly why. Which sent his blood to boiling again, every time he thought of it: the child.

Apparently this creature forming in the mudblood's stomach was at least a half-god. Or else Pansy would have been healed by now, would have given Hermione a run to the next train out to Platform 9 3/4. But no, Pansy was still even having trouble breathing from the attacks. Gently, Blaise takes the young girl's hand and touches his lips to it. The girl wouldn't get away with doing this to Pansy. No one would get away with this. No one.

"I'll be back." He whispers to the sleeping girl before leaving, not going back to the dormitories, but rather to the library. His revenge on Hermione wasn't going to be easy, that it would't, and even if it would be, he'd make her suffer either way. Only question to be answered though was how this revenge on her was going to be taken out.

Finally, a reason for this library other than snogging and essays.

Draco purrs, wiggling a little to shrink even farther into the Dark Lord's lap. He smiles slightly as a hand runs up and down his back, gently at first, but soon adding force. Voldemort smiles at his pet. This was what Draco was born for. There was no other reason for his existance, just to be his own little play toy. His own little broken doll, with only one marr on his otherwise perfect body: the Dark Mark. After Draco had been broken, Voldemort was able to contort him, mold him to his will. And thus, Draco became the pet that everyone obeyed and listened to, even if the words were ignorant at times, or annoying. It was all taken in stride. Except of course for Lucius.

"Ungrateful git." Draco mutters inbetween purrs. "Didn't he outlive his purpose, Lord? He's of no use to us anymore." Draco almost laughs as one of Voldemorts nails pass over his shoulder blade ever so slightly; the one place he was exteremly ticklish. "'If it's not broken, don't fix it.'" Draco quotes. "But, if it's dead, throw it out." He finishes, laying his head on the other creatures shoulder. "He's only taking up space."

It was laughable to Draco, sitting in the Dark Lord's lap, having his back caressed by one of his puetred hands, being the Dark Lords pet. Having Lucius' position. It was a wonderful feeling, knowing that he sat in the same place that his father once occupied, and was told he could never have for the pure and simple fact that he- Draco- wasn't good enough. Now though, he was just annoyed by his father. Which was why he was trying to get rid of him so badly. Voldemort laughs.

"Doll, don't you think he could have some use? Even as a decoy?" Draco thinks about this. Damn it, his father did have a purpose here. "But rather than that, Doll, I have a job for you." Draco grins. "You'll enjoy this, I know it." Draco could feel it. He was going back to Hogwarts, even if it meant that he had to blow it up. "There is a child there, not yet born, that needs to be gotten rid of." Voldemort nods.

"Right, Lord." Draco get's up, strtching. "So, who's is it? Do I have to wait for it to be born to kill it?" Draco hears Voldemort let out a heartly laugh and he stops mid stretch to look at him puzzledly.

"No, you don't have to wait." The creature rests his chin in his hand, watching his porcelin doll flex his muscles as he finishes his interrupted stretch. "And it's that mudblood's child."

"Granger!" Draco shouts. "Fuck!" He jumps down the stairs, and runs out the door, yelling "Damned bitch and her offspring will be dead!" to the man behind him.

Kid:(9/27/05) Kay, chapter six is done. Such a short chapter isn't it? Oh well. So, Hermione's pregnant... I knew she was whore. I knew it. laughs nah. I just really don't like her and I wanted to screw her up somehow... pun not intended. But really. She needed her life to be played with. Besides, I like having people go up against their best friends, fighting for revenge, and hate. I even know what gender this child is going to be and it's name! Yeah, I doubt that this fic will be long enough to have Hermione have her child, but it's a nice peice of information to have just incase it does, isn't it? Well, I hope you liked this chapter, even if it was shorter than fuck. Please r&r!

: Mayonaka Shinta: Midnight Setting Sun.