Chapter 6

The past five weeks for Hermione Granger had been indeed quite stressful.

Almost the entire Wizarding World knew that she was pregnant seeing as Hermione's stomach had grown larger over the past few week and her baby bump was now evident enough for everyone to tell that she was with child.

They especially knew after Rita Skeeter had even written about her once more in her paper.

This article was written about Hermione's pregnancy but this time Rita Skeeter had gone too farwhen she insinuated that Hermione was a simple whore and who didn't have the slightest clue as to who the father of her child was.

Hermione barely finished reading the lies before she flooed to Rita skeeters office demanding that the article be taken out of the paper. She made her point by nearly throttling the woman to death after her temper had gotten the worst of her and continuously thought about doing it every time she thought about the horrid woman.

So to distract herself from everything going on, she had gotten a part time job at one of her favorite places to shop, Flourish and Blotts.

Hermione Granger was currently standing behind the register of said Flourish and Blotts waiting for the last customers, a mother and an excited first year, to check out their items so she could lock up the shop.

Looking at the watch on her wrist and seeing that it was closing time Hermione quickly alerted them of the store's closing time.

She smiled warmly at the mother and her son as they walked up to the register and placed their items on the counter for check out.

Hermione began checking out the items when the mother began to speak to her.

"How far along are you?" The mother asked while glancing at Hermione's prominent baby bump.

Hermione's stomach had grown larger over the past few week and her baby bump was now evident enough for everyone to tell that she was with child. Almost the entire Wizarding World knew that she was pregnant. Rita Skeeter had even tarnished Hermione's name once more

Hermione smiled at the woman lightly, pausing her job, only to place a hand on her stomach lightly.

"I'll be four months in a few days," she said before continuing her job.

"Oh!" She exclaimed.

"I remember when I was pregnant with this one," she pointed at her son who blushed as he shook his head, "Bertie Botts Earwax flavored beans were all I would crave. My husband would always have to go buy some, even in the middle of the night. It was all his fault anyway. Oh, how he would become so grumpy from being woken up in order to fetch snacks.

At that Hermione giggled. She could imagine the woman's husband being awakened by his pregnant wife just to go get some flavored beans from the store. It must have been a hard task for the man to even find someone to open up the Candy store that late at night, but he did it to satisfy his wife anyway.

Hermione admired how romantic it all sounded and wished that she could have had that kind of relationship.

"Sometimes I crave chocolate covered strawberries, other times Bangers and Mash, which I find odd because I don't even like Bangers and Mash," she said to the woman with a shrug, "That will be 20 Galleons miss."

The woman paid for her items, grabbed her things, thanked Hermione, and was turning away to leave when she stopped.

She turned back and looked at Hermione with a small smile.

"You know," the woman started, "It's an old myth that sometimes the foods you crave the most are foods the baby's father loves the most. So perhaps Bangers and Mash might be the fathers' favorite meal," she finished with a twinkle in her eyes and turned and left with her son.

Hermione's brow had furrowed as she watched the woman and her son leave. She was confused and a little angry at what the woman had finished saying to her but decided to ignore it. She didn't want to even think about that man at the moment.

Harry and Ron had decided that she was to have someone drop her to and from work. She wasn't allowed to go to the store alone either. Hell, they barely allowed her to leave her apartment at all, until she almost went ballistic on them and their over protectiveness. So, she finished cleaning and locking up the shop before waiting outside of the building for the one person who was supposed to pick her up from work.

Ron Weasley always lacked time management while Harry was always on time to pick her up.

How Hermione had thought he'd change? She didn't quite know, but what she did know was that she would kill him for making her stand outside of Flourish and Blotts for almost forty minutes.

The soles of her feet began to hurt, her stomach growled continuously with hunger, and she was fatigued from the long and busy day of work. She could even smell the rain that was threatening to fall.

Deciding to give Ron one more chance she waited or almost another thirty minutes until the rain began to fall before deciding that she couldn't stand there anymore.

As she began to move the world suddenly began to spin and her vision was allotted with black dots. She only moved to hold onto the stone wall beside her and the world began to turn sideways.

The last thing she saw before unconsciousness took over was black leather boots moving towards and stopping in front of her.

The sunlight peeked through the windows of the room signaling it was a new morning. Birds could be heard chirping from the trees. The roses were beginning to open up and the nice smell of fresh morning roses the smell of Roses and breakfast seemed to overwhelm Hermione's senses. Her stomach grumbled at the smell of eggs and sausage.

Finally waking up, her eyes finally adjusting to her surroundings. It took everything in Hermione not to scream in shock. She was in her bed, hell, she was even in her bedroom like she thought she would be.

'What happened?' she wondered to herself, holding her forehead as memories of last night flew through her mind.

She remembered Ron being late to get her, her getting frustrated at his lack of time management, and black leather boots?

Slowly she got up from the bed, careful not to make too much noise. She searched around the room for her wand but came up empty handed.

'Fuck' she thought frustrated while holding her forehead. Whoever brought her here also took her only way of defending herself and escaping.

Her stomach growled once more as the smell of breakfast kept wafting itself into her nose and she moved her hand from her forehead to hold her bulging tummy.

She hadn't since yesterday afternoon, which she knew was bad for both herself and the baby.

She didn't want to go downstairs in case the person wanted to kill her.

Smart Hermione, of course said person would keep you alive this long and even make breakfast just to kill you.' She rolled her eyes at herself.

Cautiously walking out of the bedroom she noticed a few other doors and wondered what was behind them. She would save that for later. Realizing that the house had two stories as she quietly descended the stairs and followed the smell into the kitchen.

Hermione froze on the spot at the person frying something in the pan. His back was to her and she slowly began to back out of the kitchen.

Before she could move past the door he spoke.

"I 'ope you don't plan on leaving so soon beau'iful," he said nonchalantly, "I made breakfast.

Her eyes widened and she gasped softly.

How had he known she was there? Did he hear her come in? Could he smell her? How the hell does he know how to cook?

She watched him as he turned off the stove and place a fixed plate onto the Island counter. He then patted on the stool in front of where he placed the plate and gestured for her to have a seat.

" I think we need think we need to have a long talk beau'ful," Scabior said with a smirk.

Hermione could feel every hair on her body stand up as he watched her with his striking blue eyes.

"Well? Aren't you going to sit down?" He asked her expectantly.

She continued to eye him until he moved to the sink and began washing the dishes. She slowly walked over to the stool and sat down. She eyed to food on the plate, egg, toast, sausages, and beans, warily and sniffed it.

It didn't smell like he poisoned it, which she seriously doubted that he would try to poison his own child, but still. She grabbed the fork and carefully took a bite of eggs and nearly moaned at the taste. She had gained an appetite and nearly choked for eating too fast.

She was almost through eating she didn't notice when Scabior finally turned to face her once more.

Only when she finished eating and began to sip her glass of water did she notice Scabior watching her. She place the palm of her hand against her bulging stomach as she watched him watch her.

The silence between them was uncomfortable and made her feel as though she were suffocating, so she began to speak first.

"How are you still alive? Why am I here? What do you want from me?" She asked him in a demanding tone.

He smirked at her before answering her questions.

"You are here because I brought you here. You need the proper protection and no one else can do that for you but me. What I want is both you and our child, because you are both mine and I will do whatever it takes to keep it that way, beau'iful," he smirked at her angry facial expression.

He wanted to rile her up and get her angry with his words and if Hermione were to be completely honest with herself, she would say that it was working

Sorry it took so long for the update. I did say I would update in early March but the month just went by so fast. With school and work going on my schedule just got hectic, then I had to come up with an idea or something to even write this chapter. Anyway basically it was just a lot going on for the month of March and for the next few weeks it will be crazy for me. Finals are about to be up and a bunch of school work would need to be turned in. Basically I don't know when the next up date will be. I might update soon though I am not sure.

One last thing... Shout out to The 16th Doctor because they gave me the idea/inspiration to write this chapter and shape the story thus far. So big thank you to The 16th Doctor :)

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