Draco didn't leave her side for the next week. She lay still, unmoving in the bed. The bite mark on her neck was healing. Draco ran his fingers over it. She shivered beneath his touch.
He double-checked that the baby was still alive. It was strange. When he put his hand on it the baby's magic seemed to hum, recognizing its father.
Since Draco had been quick, he had managed to get any werewolf poison out of her. As for the werewolf that had attacked her, it had taken days for the house elf's to wash its remains off the lawn.
Fabber had been a guard wolf. Voldemort had recruited some of them to protect the area.
Draco hated it that he had let his guard down.
When Hermione finally came too, a very tired looking Draco was sitting next to her, fast asleep. She had to admit that he looked rather cute like that, with his hair sticking up and his mouth hanging slightly opened. He looked… normal. Not at all like the cold man who had kidnaped her.
She took his hand gently, and he stirred.
"Malfoy." She murmured. "Malfoy." She shook him and he sat bolt up right.
"Please don't leave me I swear it was an accident!" He yelled. Hermione blinked at him.
"What are you on about?" He looked at her and his eyes widened.
"Oh merlin! Your okay!"
"Yes. I… Oh dear god my baby! Is my baby okay? Malfoy!" She sat straight up and held her belly.
"It is fine darling."
"Thank the lords." She whispered. "What happened?" His eyes grew dark.
"You ran." Draco said without emotion. His eyes showed it all.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"No your not. You ran and I could have lost you." Draco snarled, standing up. "You were a bad girl, Hermione. Be happy that you're too weak at the moment to take punishment." He hissed.
Hermione hung her head. Draco tossed her a big hoodie and Hermione caught it in surprise.
"We are leaving." Draco said.
"Where?" Hermione asked, shocked.
"Somewhere else. Somewhere no one will ever be able to find you."
Hermione's eyes widened. How was she supposed to be rescued when no one knew where she was?
"W-why?"
"I couldn't move you when you were still out. It could have harmed you more. Because when you where asleep, your precious order attacked." Hermione gasped.
"Really?"
"Yes. Stupid move really. We out numbered them easily, but they know where you are." Hermione looked at him with fear in her eyes.
"Did anyone…?"
"Die? Yes. Nearly all of them."
"W-who was it?" Hermione asked, afraid of the answer.
"No one special. Just a bunch of aruors no one really knows." He grabbed Hermione by the elbow and hauled her out of bed.
"Hold on." He warned, and the apparated.
When they stopped spinning, they were standing in a small living room.
"Go ahead and explore." Draco said blandly. "But don't do anything stupid. You wont be able to get out. My office is strictly off bonds. The door will zap you if you try to enter. I'll be back." And he disappeared. She was left alone.
She did explore, and she found two bedrooms. One with a big bed, the master bed room, and one with a cot, changing table, rocking chair, and book case, which was obviously a nursery.
On the top floor there was also a bathroom, and a room she assumed was Draco's office. The burn on her hand told her that much.
Down stairs was a living room and a kitchen. There was no house elf anywhere, which surprised Hermione.
She walked back to the living room and noticed a door just next to the stairs. She opened it and gasped. A room much bigger that all the others containing just books. Hermione grinned. Their own personal library.
There was a sofa and a roaring fire. She spent about half an hour choosing her books before settling down to read. She had found tea in the kitchen, so she had a big steaming cup in front of her.
Draco did not come home that night, but when he did in the morning, his black robes were covered in blood. He grinned at Hermione mockingly.
"A wee fight between the light and dark," He told her casually, and watched with pleasure as she bolted to the washroom to be sick. He didn't know whether it was morning sickness or the fact that she couldn't stomach the fact that he killed.
He didn't know and he didn't care either.
A/N: Hello! I know this chapter was a tiny bit slow, but it will move faster in the next chapter, I promise. I haven't decided if the baby should be a boy or a girl. What do you think? Also what do you think should happen next?
