Still I Look to Find a Reason to Believe
Chapter Eleven
That very night, Draco was summoned to the Dark Lord's chambers. When he arrived there, all of the other death eaters were they, bowing and kneeling down. Draco did the same thing, in one of the first few rows like he usually did. "You may rise." The Dark Lord hissed at them. The death eaters rose, yet they're heads remained bowed.
"Now, usually I wouldn't call a meeting on one of my feeding nights, but this is an important matter. Something is different. There was not a full moon this month. And judging by my studies in the stars, they will not be one. There will not be a full moon for nine months. Does anyone know what this means?" Not one death eater opened his or her mouth. The Dark Lord didn't like it when a death eater would answer and, of course, get it wrong. "It means there is a magical force that is alive in the magical world. A force that is growing stronger. A force that is taking a form of a child." The Dark Lord paused for a moment. All the death eaters began to murmur and whisper things to one another. Draco, however said nothing.
"This child will be the most powerful child in the wizarding world, and I plan to have it take my place. Your job, is to find out who bears this child. And once you find her, bring her to me."
With that the death eaters bowed, and apparated to their homes. Draco, too. When he got home, Hermione and Dakota were already asleep. He stayed up, sitting by the fire, and thinking about what the dark lord had said. He hadn't told them much about the child, or the mother. He probably didn't know too much about it himself. Only what stars could tell him. And that wasn't enough. Not when Hermione was currently pregnant with his child, and indeed the baby would be born in nine months. He needed to know more about this, and he couldn't wait for the Dark Lord.
While Draco was thinking, Hermione had come out of bed, looking for him. She saw him sitting in the arm chair by the fire. "Draco, what's the matter?" She asked him, noticing his serious expression. He turned his head to look at her. His eyes traveled from her face to her belly, which was still as flat as ever. His eyes returned to the fire. "Nothing." He answered her. His voice sounded angry and annoyed to Hermione. "What did I do?" Hermione asked, her eyes squinting, slightly. "Nothing." He said, wit more force than the last. Hermione waited a moment before saying, "then why aren't you talking to me?"
Draco sighed. He looked back at her. He motioned, with a wave of her hand for her to sit with him. She followed it, and sat on the chair with him. She leaned her head against his chest. "What's the matter, Draco?" She asked, again. "Something the Dark Lord said in the meeting tonight. Its bothering me." He told her. He knew she would ask what it was, so instead he just told her before she could ask. "There is a baby that is supposed to be the most powerful being in the wizarding world. The Dark Lord knows that the child isn't even a month old yet. He doesn't know much about the whole thing, but he wants us to keep a look out, for anything suspicious with any witch. He wants however is the bearer of the child. I'm scared it might be you. I mean the timing is perfect. And its me and you. The baby is bound to be powerful." He told her.
Hermione took a few moments before she answered. "I know your worried, Draco, and I am too, but wouldn't this have happened with Dakota? I mean, if it was us?" Hermione asked him. Draco thought for a moment. Hermione was right. If this child that the Dark Lord talked about was their's then Dakota would have been given the same recognition. And she wasn't. This calmed Draco down. Now, as far as he knew, his child was not the one the Dark Lord wanted.
Hermione and Draco went to their room. Draco had gotten used to sharing a bed with someone again, and Hermione loved the feeling. She took know time getting used to it. She snuggled against Draco, just like she had years ago. And Draco held her, just as he had years ago. He would whisper words in her ear, telling her who lucky he is to have her back in his life. He rubbed her belly, like a child, until she fell asleep. They loved each other, just like they had. And it seemed as though they were almost married. The only difference was, they weren't, and couldn't be. They had to sneak around, and Hermione still wasn't allowed outside with Dakota, at least, not the way they would like her to be. But still, its was an improvement, from being lonely and sad. They had each other now. And Dakota. And a baby on its way. Despite the circumstances, they were both happy. Well, as happy as they could be.
A/N: AH! I am so sorry about the long wait. I am trying to put myself on schedule and get at least two more chapters out before next week. I am going to the shore next week and I'm not sure how much access to the computer I'll get. I am also sorry for the errors in the text. Someone from my house removed the program Microsoft Works from my computer and that was my original program I used to type up my stories, and fix mistakes. I am also sorry if this isn't what you wanted. I'm not sure where he story is going. I don't plan those things. I only know specific things that will happen... Everything else just sets in... Anyway, I WILL post once more before the 8th. I PROMISE! Please Review!