When Hermione woke up the next morning, her back was stiff and her entire being hurt. Draco was not lying next to her.

She gasped as she remembered what had happened last night. She sat bolt upright and placed a hand to her stomach. Was she…?

She gasped as she felt her stomach heave. She managed to find the attached bathroom and retched. She knew it wasn't morning sickness. It was just the strain of everything that had happened.

She threw up three more times before she managed to crawl back to the bed. She hated it that it was his bed, but she was too weak to do anything else at that moment.

A note had appeared on it. With shaking hands she picked it up.

'Good morning, I had to leave early. There is breakfast on my desk and you better eat, or you know what happens. If I were you I wouldn't want to risk it. I don't know when I'll be back, so you better start eating."

Hermione faced the desk, where a plate full of bacon and eggs sat. She didn't see how any potion could be mixed into that, so she forced herself to eat it. There was a glass of orange juice as well, but she dumped that down the bathroom sink.

She drank tap water and left the tap on, letting the water wash away any remaining orange smells. She knew she was paranoid but better safe than sorry.

The minutes seemed to snail by. She had searched his entire room, looking for her wand or anything she could use to escape. She had showered and washed her hair, desperate to get his smell off her. He hadn't left her any clothes, and her nightie was ripped so she resorted to grabbing one of his shirts. It came down to her knees but it was better than nothing. She wore nothing underneath because she refused to touch his boxers.

At one point an elf had popped in to clean the bathroom. It had refused to speak or even look at Hermione. It had left shortly after. It hadn't taken the breakfast plate, but Hermione assumed that Draco wanted proof she had eaten.

She had tried to open his desk drawers, but the handles had given her such a nasty shock that she had had to run it under cold water for ten minutes. She couldn't find the whip anywhere, or any sharp objects that would be good to pick locks.

The door of course wouldn't budge. She had found an old artifacts book on his bedside table, so she tried to get comfortable on his too soft bed and started from the very beginning. She had just started the last chapter when he came back.

She jumped as the door swung open. Draco looked tired, with dark circles under his eyes and his platinum hair ruffled. He wore the black Death Eater robes and his silver mask was swinging from his hand. His silver eyes scanned the empty plate that had held her breakfast before he looked at her.

"I see you have learned." He said as he crossed the room and opened his desk drawers easily and placing his wand and mask inside. He looked back at her.

"I would have punished you for taking my clothes without asking, but since you look so good in them and I'm to tired I'm not going to bother.

He disappeared into the bathroom and Hermione heard the water turn on in the shower. So Malfoy was tired?

That didn't stop him from taking her again that night.

That was also what Hermione woke up to. Him pounding into her like there was no tomorrow.

He disappeared a lot during the days, obviously to take care of Death Eater stuff. She was often left alone with that one book, which she had read three times already, despite its massive 1000 pages.

He took her several times; obviously making sure that his seed took root deep inside her. Hermione spent every day wondering if there was life growing inside her.

"In two weeks we find out if you are expecting." Draco said one evening. He was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard with Hermione sitting between his legs leaning against his chest. He was stroking her stomach.

"I'll get rid of it." She said again.

Hermione had tried behaving as best as she could. If there was life growing inside of her, she was determined to protect it against its father. She would never be able to get rid of her own child, and Draco knew that.

"If that's what makes you sleep at night." He replied and shifted her so that he could unzip his pants before impaling her onto his aching manhood.

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"She disappeared a week ago and we still haven't tracked her down!" Harry roared, slamming his fists so hard into the table that every one jumped back a bit.

Dumbledore removed his glassed and cleaned them before putting them back on, no twinkle in his eyes.

"She is no where to be found Harry. You are acting unreasonably…"

"UNREASONABLY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE AURORS? WHERE ARE THE DETECTIVES! My best friend who I consider my sister is gone! Does this not mean anything to anyone!"

"Harry is right." Tonks said. "We need her brains…"

"HER BRAINS?" Ron growled. "WHAT ABOUT HER? You just want to save her because she'll come up with solutions? Not because we love her? Not because we care about her?"

Everyone looked down at their feet.

"You're all disgusting." Harry hissed.

"Excuse me?" A dreamy voice interrupted, and every one looked at Luna Lovegood as she stepped forwards. "But has anyone else noticed that Draco Malfoy has not been at school since Hermione disappeared?"