Still I Look to Find a Reason

Chapter Sixteen

Once out of the room, Draco let Hermione go. For a moment, all that could be heard was Hermione's pants. Draco paced in front of the witch for a minute, looking at her the whole time. Hermione's eyes continued to look down at the floor. "What did you think you were doing?" He yelled at her. She simply looked at him for a few seconds, fear clearly visible in her eyes, and then she put her head down again. "Are you going to ignore me?" He asked her, and she remained silent. "Fine." He said, pulling at her once again.

Draco headed straight for his fire place, grabbing a handful of floo powder from the small dish it was in. He pulled Hermione up, wrapping his hand around her, and drop the flow powder, saying the name of the place only loud enough for him to hear. The two of them entered a dark room, a cold one, with no light or window. Hermione was sure she was back at the same place she had first been when she was taken by death eaters. Maybe it wasn't the exact place, but it was damn close.

She realized Draco was still holding her even moments after they had arrived there. That's when she realized; they hadn't come out of a fire place, but somewhere else. Hermione finally got up enough courage to ask, "What are we doing? What are we waiting for?" Her hands were now on Draco's arms, which were still around her waist. "We're are waiting for something. And when that something happens, you'll know it."

Hermione had no idea what that meant. But Draco did. And by the way he had been acting, and how he had been, what ever it was, Hermione knew, was bad. Hermione grew tired of standing up, so she leaned on the only thing she could. She leaned her head on Draco's shoulder , and felt his arms tighten around her slowly, as though he was helping and letting her lean on him. Hermione closed her eyes, feeling safe for that one second she was in his arms, and she wasn't afraid.

"Hermione," he said, pressing his lips to her temple, "what ever happens, I want you to know, I never wanted any of it." Just as Hermione turned her head to face him, loud noises, like fire works began being made from the outside of where ever they were. As soon as the first noise was made, Hermione began to collapse, Draco cradling her as she went down. Hermione began crying softly. She was in pain. This must have been the thing they were waiting for. That was the thought that continued to flow through Hermione's mind, even as Draco picked her up and began to carry her somewhere.

Hermione found out there was a door, as that is how Draco carried her out of the room. All Hermione could see was darkness, but Draco knew where he was going, as he didn't stop for anything, or need to feel around for anything. Hermione was still whimpering , and every once in a while she could hear Draco making a shushing sound, and he would tell her, it'll be all over soon. He didn't seem happy about the part that would be all over. Infact, he seemed almost as though he would rather her stay in that pain.

Draco climbed up some steps and when he reached the top, he opened and shut the door, bringing Hermione and himself to a whole other floor, which was still dark, but there were some torches that light the floor up. Draco carried her through a hallway, to this single door at the end of it. He paused when he reached it, and looked down at Hermione in his arms. She was panting, sweat and tears visible on her face. Her eyes met his. He didn't want to talk, but he knew he had to. That was his last minute to tell her anything. But he couldn't. All he could find it in himself to say was, "I promise no matter what happens, Dakota is safe." He began to make the door open, and Hermione was realizing he didn't say anything at all about herself or the baby. Only Dakota. And she knew that the only one who would be surviving the night would be Dakota. 'At least one of my babies…' was Hermione's last thought as she and Draco entered the room.

"Ah…Draco, you've finally brought me my present," The Dark Lord said, as the two came in. Hermione recognized it the moment she heard it. She just could not bring herself to look around for him. Draco simply nodded at his Lord's words. "Where would you like her, my lord?" He asked.

Voldemort transfigured one of the torches in his chamber into a bed, making the room darker. "There will do just fine. I wouldn't want my guest to be uncomfortable, now would I?" Draco carried Hermione over to the bed, and gently laid her down there, not looking directly in her eyes, for he new what he would see. He would see the pain of someone who thought someone loved her, and knowing, that was the only thing she was ever wrong about.

He walked over and kneeled in front of Voldemort. "I am very impressed with you, Draco. For a minute, I was under the impression that you would not carry out with my wishes. But you did, and I am forever thankful. You may join the rest of your brothers and sisters."

Once Draco joined the death eater crowd, Voldemort got up off of his thrown, and began towards Hermione. "Now, Ms Granger, I'm sure you are wondering why you are here…"

A/N: I KNOW I AM VERY BAD WITH UPDATES! I am planning on finishing this story this weekend. I have a lot of free time, and I hate not updating. So, anyway please review and I'll do my best to have another chapter up before Monday.