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Lavender stayed in a fit until Draco and Hermione came back into the house. Draco didn't say a word to her, instead walked right past and mentioned to Marcus that he would be at least thirty minutes before he was ready to go to the charity benefit for the Ministry. Lavender just watched him, mouth gaped, as he ascended the stairs and turned the corner.

Hermione on the other hand retired to her bedroom, because she was tired. Through the pregnancy it was harder and harder to stay awake. She was weak. Both she and Draco knew this. She didn't know what was happening with her baby. She hadn't been to a doctor since the day before the wedding. But as time went on the baby seemed less and less important to her. As much as she tried to care, she desperately forced herself not to.

Just as she was falling asleep she heard her door creak open. She opened her eyes to find Draco, dressed in his finest clothes, kneeling beside her.

"Are you sure you will be okay while we are gone?" He asked.

She noticed the worry in his voice, but nodded.

"Alright. I guess I will see you in the morning then since I'll be home late," He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

As he did, Hermione closed her eyes once more to fall back asleep.

He watched until he was sure that she was sleeping before pulling the covers over her, and then he left the room.

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"All ready?" Draco asked while slipping his dragon-hide gloves over his slender fingers.

Marcus slipped a silver jewelry box out of his cloak pocket and placed it on the table beside the stairs, "The portkey. It will take us to Diagon Alley, and from there we can walk to the theatre."

Draco nodded as he listened. Just as he was about to speak to Marcus the look on Lavenders face caught his eye. He scowled, "And what has you in a foul mood?"

"Oh nothing; It's just now we're an hour late."

He took a threatening step towards her, "If you don't like it I'm sure we can make arrangements to send you home."

Lavender bit her lip and looked to the floor.

"That's what I thought," he hissed; "Now if you don't mind I would really enjoy getting the play before it's over and someone has won the necklace that I want."

Marcus took Lavenders hand and pulled her towards him so she would be out of Draco's way before she angered him anymore. Draco placed his hand first, and then came Lavender's, and last Marcus placed his on. They were all pulled into a whirling vortex of colors, and after a few moments they landed on the stone pavement of the busy streets of Diagon Alley.

Draco slipped a vile of polyjuice potion out of his cloak and handed it to Lavender, "Take it. You'll look like Millicent instead of yourself."

Lavender looked at the bottle in repulsion before grabbing it out of Draco's hand. She disappeared into the nearest alley and made sure no one was around. It took her a few moments to force herself to take it, but after a few moments she did.

She emerged out of the alley, as herself, but not looking like herself. Instead she was a little heavier, stringy brown hair, and a homely face.

"You couldn't have picked someone better looking?" She hissed.

Draco smirked, "You weren't always a swan."

Marcus tried his hardest not to let out a laugh as she stormed off towards the Leaky Cauldron.

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"Welcome, your seats are three rows down, enjoy," The usher said as Draco, Marcus, and Lavender passed.

As the three passed, there were whispers among the crowd. Everyone knew about their involvement in the dark arts; they all knew they might be deatheaters; and they had speculations that the dark lord was in their presence. It didn't faze Draco one bit though. He took his seat, read over the program, and waited, just like everyone else, for the show to start.

As everyone started settling in, Draco slipped Marcus an envelope to take to the ballroom so he could give them Draco's bid.

Marcus did as he instructed and got up from his chair. He ascended the stairs, and turned left. He past extravagant rooms each packed with ushers, escorts, host and hostesses, and a couple of ministry workers. Then he came across the ballroom that sparkled with diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and sapphires. Each piece of jewelry was just as unique and valuable as the next. But there was one that was off limits to regular citizens. The one Draco had wanted for a very long time and now had a chance to get.

Marcus stared in awe at it. Not even he had ever laid eyes upon the necklace.

It was adorned in rubies, ones worth more galleons than more than ten wizarding households ever possessed in their lifetimes. The crowning piece was the center though, a circular-shaped jem encrusted with diamonds and emeralds.

There were only three bids on it, but Draco's bid was four times as much as the three of them put together; all of it from his own account. Marcus double checked the numbers in the envelope to make sure before handing it over to the Ministry worker. And with that he left and once again joined Lavender and Draco in the middle of the show.

It was a spectacle that Draco disapproved of. The play had no point. Just a bunch of underpaid actors getting to frolic on stage in front of the minister of magic. He had to keep reminding himself that he was there for that necklace.

"They have all the money in the world and they can't put on a halfway decent show," Draco hissed to Marcus.

Marcus smirked and turned to him, "Wrong. You have all the money in the world."

How very true that was. Draco Malfoy possessed more money than anyone could imagine. But he wasn't greedy with it. He gave to charity. He took care of his followers, and once in awhile he would buy something that was outrageously expensive that he had to have.

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It had been hours, but finally the show had ended. People around them stood up to applaud the actors, but Draco, Lavender, and Marcus stayed in their seats. They received some of the most gruesome looks from people who 'understood' the arts, but Draco could care less. He mocked them. That was until the Minister started up the stairs and stopped in front of them. Draco stood up and brushed his suit off before extending his hand.

"Wonderful show, Minister," Draco said as he shook his hand.

"Thank you Mr. Malfoy."

The Mister took his hand away quickly and rubbed it on his cloak. He stared the three over. He couldn't stand that they were there, Enjoying everything like everyone else. But they weren't like everyone else; oh no. They were all vile people, pretending to shed light on the world when all they wanted to do was destroy it. The Minister did his best to contain himself though.

"I just wanted to congratulate you on your bid. You won by a landslide," he said as he looked the dragon in the eye, "I also wanted to thank you for your contributions to St. Mungos. It is greatly appreciated."

Draco nodded, "I am glad to serve."

The two shared a tense stare before the Minister ascended the rest of the stairs with a heard of people following behind. Draco watched until he was out of the theatre before turning to Marcus and Lavender.

"He's a fool. A damned fool."

Draco led them out of the theatre and into the ballroom that contained his newest prized possession. Peoples head turned to see him as he wandered over to the case that contained the necklace. Draco gently ran his fingers over the glass casing and a smile appeared on his lips. Before he got too distracted he looked up at the ministry official.

"Have this sent to my manor by tomorrow. Thank you."

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This particular necklace was very important to Draco. It wasn't just some precious jewel to show off, no, on the contrary it would stay hidden away somewhere only he knew. It was his mothers. It was given to her when her and Lucius married, and it was taken away when they sent her away after Lucius was murdered. The ministry held on to it. They worked to take the dark charms and spells off, and they might have thought they succeeded, but Draco knew much more about the necklace than they could ever learn. And finally he had his mother's necklace once more.

By time they arrived at the manor Lavender was back to her normal state, and Marcus was yawning nonstop. But Draco sensed something wrong as soon as he stepped inside of the entrance hall. He looked around for any sign of life, and then coming from the left hallway was his Doctor. Draco stepped away from Lavender and Marcus and towards him.

"Graham, what's wrong? Why are you here?"

Graham took in a deep breath and wrapped his arm around Draco before leading him into the library. For a moment he couldn't speak to him. Draco raised an eyebrow as Graham turned to the fireplace.

"She lost the baby," he whispered.

Draco stood motionless at the words left his mouth. He shook his head and felt a lump forming in his throat, "Excuse me?"

Graham turned to face him, shaking his own head, "She owled me, saying that she needed a check up because she thought something was wrong. Draco I know you said not to come here unless you ordered it, but I couldn't bare not coming to see her. So I did. And when I saw here I knew it. She hasn't progressed at all. Didn't that seem a little strange to you Draco?"

Draco sneered and took a step towards him, "You think this is my fault? That I was the one who caused this?"

"Yes! You were the one who refrained from her visits! Maybe there was something that could've been done! But you kept her here, locked away under all this stress. For Gods sake, you say you love her! This is not love," Graham yelled.

"Where is she? I need to see her!"

"No, I will not tell you where she is. You are the last person she needs to see right now," he hissed.

"You tell me where the fuck she is! This is my house, and I have a right to know."

Graham shook his head, "No."

"Then you get out, get out, and I don't want you back."

"Fine," Graham sighed and pointed out the door, "She's in the dungeons."

"The dungeons? Why would you put here there?"

"Because that's where she wanted to be! That's the least I could do for her. Do you understand the complexity of this situation? You have a woman in there that just lost her child!"

"I understand, I understand perfectly," Draco hissed before leaving the library and slamming the door behind him.

He stormed down the hallway until he came upon the door that led to the dungeons. He entered and made his way through the dark, damp corridors occasionally bumping into something, but he had to find her. Just when he couldn't take it anymore he heard sobs coming from a few doors down.

He cautiously made his way forward before opening the door knob slowly. Pushing the door open he found her there sitting on the floor and Blaise with his head in his hands. He had never seen something like the site he was witnessing. Her eyes were bloodshot red, tears staining her milky cheeks. Her legs were crossed underneath her, and her hair was a mess. And in some sick way Draco thought she was more beautiful than she had ever been before.

Hermione sensed his presence and looked up at him with a look in her eye that actually vexed Draco.

"You leave me the fuck alone, Malfoy. Get out!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Draco was a taken back, but he didn't move. He sat there and watched her.

"Did you hear me? What are you hear for? To comfort me, to tell me that everything will be okay? It wasn't enough for you to take them, but you took my baby as well? You're a monster! An inhumane bastard! You wanted this since the moment you found out that I was pregnant with his baby. You wanted nothing to do with my baby, you wanted for it to die! Well you got your wish. Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted?!"

Draco looked at Blaise who just sat there staring back at him. For once in his life Draco needed Blaise's help. But Blaise wasn't going to help him. How could he help him after what had had done to him and Hermione both? Blaise turned away and rubbed Hermione's back as she stared at Draco with daggers in her eyes.

He stepped towards her and reached out to touch her, but Hermione quickly slapped his hand away, "Don't you fucking put a finger on me."

Hermione shook her head and sighed, "You know, just take that wand out of your cloak, point it at my chest and mutter those two words. I have nothing, Draco. I don't want to live anymore. And think you can find someone that loves and adores you just as much as you do them! Because I will never, ever love you."

The words she said made him feel as if the wind got knocked out of him. He tried speaking, but as his lips moved the words wouldn't come out. Draco couldn't do it anymore; he turned and walked out of the cell and back up the stairs. His blood was boiling; he needed to do something to take her off of his mind. Marcus and Lavender stood in the entry hallway still looking at him as if he had came back from the dead. Draco paced back and forth in front of them trying to suppress his fury. Marcus finally reached out to stop him.

"What happened?"

Draco groaned and ran a shaky hand through his hair, "She lost the baby, and --- Fuck! I don't know what to do. What have I done?"

For the first time since they met each other, Marcus heard despair in his voice. It worried him more than anything could.

Lavender watched as Draco broke down, but she couldn't do anything except feel relived. She had a chance once more with him. She tried her best to hide the smile that wanted to etch itself upon her lips. Taking a few steps towards him she placed her hand on his back and rubbed it gently.

"Draco, how about you and I go upstairs?"

He turned his head sharply to face her and sneered, "Is that all you can think about? I might have caused this, but you are the person who betrayed her, Lavender! You are the one that sold her out. I was always her enemy. But you wanted to be above her, you wanted her life to be miserable because you always came second. At Hogwarts people hardly knew you. You never came first with Harry or Ron, even Seamus, it was always her. That's why you have done what you have done! Because you didn't fit in with that world, so you tried your hand at this one!" His tone frightened her, and sent Marcus outside to be by himself; leaving Lavender alone with her, "I didn't want you before and I sure don't want you now."

Lavender bit her lip to keep from crying. She looked up at him and placed a hand on his face, "Don't do this."

Draco narrowed his eyes and before he could pull himself back he slapped her with all his might. He took a step towards her as she lay on the ground, sobbing to herself and holding her cheek.

"You disgust me," he spat.

Lavender turned her head away from him as he hovered over her. But he just kept pushing it. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up off of the ground and dragged her up the stairs. She wasn't sure what he was planning to do, but she couldn't stop herself from crying. Draco pushed open the door to his bedroom and threw Lavender on his bed, and without a word he climbed on top of her and pressed his lips painfully onto hers. Lavender layed there like a limp doll; letting him grope and ravage her any way he wanted. He ripped off her dress and threw it to the floor, before he led a trail of kisses down to her navel and then back up again. The crying ceased quickly.

He couldn't think straight. The more and more he thought about Hermione the rougher he got with Lavender. Soon he had pulled off his own tie and shirt, kicked off his shoes, and Lavender helped with his socks. She ran her hands through his hair and down the flat plane of his stomach until she reached the hem of his pants. As their lips grabbed at one another, she unbuckled his belt and threw it off, before sliding down his pants. Draco didn't break the kiss as he slid down his boxers to his ankles and then pushed into her. His body collided into hers over and over, and beads of sweat rolled off of his head and onto her chest. Lavender tried her hardest to keep it inside, but as he slid in deeper than before she let out a moan and dug her fingernails into his back.

Draco felt the lump in his throat forming once more as he continued to push into her. All he could think about was Hermione, when he closed his eyes he saw her face. He didn't know why he was doing this. He didn't want to think about her, but she was all he could think about. Had he really been the cause of the death of her baby? Was he to blame? Of course he was, and he knew it. Guilt washed over him.

As she came, Draco sighed and finally released himself into her. He didn't move as he fell on top of her body, he didn't say a word. He just lay there; staring out the window at the dark night sky. He felt like a monster.

Lavender kissed his shoulders continuously, not ever wanting to move from their current position. She pulled the sheets over them and soon shut her own eyes, but Draco couldn't. How could he sleep when Hermione was in the state she was in? The realization of what had happened to her finally set in. As he closed his eyes he saw Harry's face as the spell hit him. He saw Hermione screaming; the blood stained dress. But the worst was the look in her eyes as she looked over to him after Harry fell to the ground. It was the same look he saw when found her in the dungeons.

What had he done?

Authors Notes: Sorry it took so long. I wanted it to be good for you guys, and I hoped you guys liked it. I really thank you for the support of all my stories. I know I say it every time, but I really do mean it. 3