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The Fog

Hermione Granger's POV:

It was four in the morning when I heard him down the hallway. His sweet voice drifted down the hall in sorrow. My eyes opened in the dimness of my bedchamber. My balcony doors had been left open and the light white curtains blew about lightly in the wind. I got up slowly. This would be my last day in my home before the mission began. The mission that could change everything including my life and the life of those around me. I hated Draco Malfoy. He'd turned my life upside down since I was eleven years old. They say people mature with age and get better about the way they handle things, but he got worse. And far worse at that. He turned into a killer.

Draco Malfoy was a notorious Death Eater. That's how most knew him. But I knew different. Apart from him being Voldemort's personal assistant he was also Voldemort's personal assassin. The Aurors had been dealing with him for ages now, even after the fall of the Dark Lord. And we'd lost several of our own at his merciless hand. Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father had taken over the Dark Lord's thrown and Draco Malfoy had soon been set high in the ranks as his father's right hand man. It's hard to say how the Dark Lord was taken down but it's believed by myself and others that he was killed by his own assassin. It was an inner battle of power, the Death Eaters corrupt and hungry for the lead role in the play. The strongest were soon recognized.

For years I lived and breathed Death Eaters. My two best friends and I joined the league of Aurors straight out of school, determined to bring justice to the wizarding world, determined to bring freedom, and determined to bring an end to the Death Eater Mob and its war. And so it was, we were thrown into the fire pit at the tender age of nineteen after our training had been completed and none of us had let down our people yet. We were slowly regaining power as the newest and strongest generation of Aurors. We were fueled by our cause.

The skies were darker in these days from the clouds of roaming Dementors that searched far and wide for the crooks in our midst. Some Dementors were ours and some were theirs seeing as Dementors were dark evil soulless creatures. How we kept control of so many was beyond me, but we managed and this caused confrontation between our Dementors and the new Dark Lord's. Lucius Malfoy had taken the remaining portion of the Dark Lord's soul and now wore it around his neck like a trophy. It was our belief that this is where he got a part of his power.

I wandered down the dark hallway towards the sound of my son's cries. He was eight months of age and he had a head of dark brown hair and the lightest gray eyes I'd ever seen… His father's eyes, which was unfortunate for me because I had to see his father every time he directed his sweet innocent gaze upon me. It was hard to tell who he would resemble more seeing as he was so little. I entered his nursery and found him lying in his crib where I'd left him, his normally pale face red with his stress. Large tears rolled down his small round cheeks and made my heart break as they had on the day of his birth. He was born on February third. It was early fall now and it was beginning to get colder. I shut the window above his crib and then knelt down and picked him up gently.

"Shhhh," I muttered rocking him slowly. "It's alright. I'm here now."

It didn't take me long to realize that he was hungry so I sat down in the rocking chair in the corner of the room and unbuttoned my bed shirt bringing him to my breast. It only took a moment before we made contact and then he fell quiet, the only sound that could be heard was his gentle suckling. I sighed and leaned my head back watching as the wispy silhouettes of the Dementors floated by almost as though they were a shadow of the wind. Seeing them always sent shivers down my spine cause you never really knew if they were friend or foe. Either way they didn't attack unless they were ordered to. In certain parts of the UK the Dementors had overtaken the area, injuring muggles and wizards alike. This was sending panic throughout the affected areas seeing as muggles couldn't see what was attacking them. It often landed them in a great padded room in the loony bin.

It wasn't long before Christopher was full and I laid him back down in his crib and it was only a few moments before his eyes shut. Later on in the day I would take him to my parents'. They didn't quite understand everything that was going on in my life but that was my choice in an attempt to shield them from the ugly aspects that were my existence. I often debated whether or not I was just going to leave my son with them indefinitely seeing as it put Christopher at great risk to be with me because of who I was. Most Death Eaters would kill me on sight and I was on their top wanted lists just as the Malfoys were on ours. The war was in full swing. But if they knew I had a baby they could use him as bate to get their hands on me. I'd killed many of their men. Many of their pureblooded men and it was safe to say I was at the very front receiving end of their wrath.

I'd kept Christopher's father's identity secret too, because lets face it, he wouldn't be much of one. I think Harry and Ronald had become suspicious though. Things were complicated. And it wasn't a common occurrence for me to just wind up pregnant out of the blue. They knew I wasn't seeing anyone exclusively so they figured it was a fling… But what went on between Malfoy and me was not a fling… Not really… I suppose you could say that that had been going on exclusively…

I brought Christopher's blanket up to his small chin and ran my fingertips lightly over his chest before I returned to my bedroom. I would get two more hours of sleep before I'd get up and pack everything. Harry and Ron would arrive at my home at noon to pick us up and make sure we were transported safely to my parent's and then the preparations for our newest mission would take place and we'd set out. This was a small mission and it would be shockingly easy. At least that's what we'd hoped… We weren't going to be dealing with a group of Death Eaters, we were going to be dealing with one. One very important one.

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It was ten thirty-five in the morning and Christopher and I were sitting at the small dining room table that I had, him in his high chair and me right next to him feeding him his bananas n' cream baby food. He made delighted little noises as he ate. The bananas were his favorite. I smiled and kissed him lightly on his forehead, brushing his straight fine hair out of his eyes. His hair had the same consistency as his father's as well… I hated it so much but I loved my son so dearly. How could we have been so careless? I know it was a horrible thing to think but Christopher in his existence was unthinkable. He was impossible, yet there he sat in front of me in his little blue jumper. How could this have happened? He would never be safe on either end. If my people knew who his father was they'd shit bricks. It was the same on Draco Malfoy's end. And it could very well mean the death of both of us.

I still remembered that night with amazing clarity. I had scars from the night my baby was conceived. It's not how it sounds though… At least…Not really.

Flashback:

It was raining heavily in the alley as we ran. We were hot on their heels and quite suddenly Ronald jumped on me from behind. We hit the floor hard as green jets shot over our heads.

"Fuck!" he growled pulling me to my feet. He quickly checked me out to make sure I hadn't been injured and then kissed me in his relief. Someone was laughing up ahead. It was one of the Death Eaters as another jet of green came seemingly out of nowhere. It came from the sky. I'd spotted someone on the roof above us when I'd been floored. The buildings we were between were several levels high. I squinted and paused, with my hand over my face to shield myself from the rain, as my group moved on without me. They hadn't realized I wasn't with them any more in their pursuit of our enemies. It was common for the Aurors to get split up in the attack.

He was wearing a trench coat and I knew by his form exactly who he was. I'd known him since I was a child and there he was in all his horrid glory, plastered against the sky like your stereotypical villain. I Aparated to the roof top winding up behind him. He turned slowly and shot me a crooked little grin before he tucked his wand away and held his arms out like wings. He then backed onto the ledge. I wasn't thinking quickly enough, my head still reeling from the blow I'd taken below. All that was going through my mind was to catch him. End it. It hadn't occurred to me to just kill Draco Malfoy right there. His blonde hair was in his silver eyes as he leaned back.

"See you then, mudblood," he drawled. I ran forward just as he was falling and I jumped descending upon him and wrapping my arms around his torso, the swirl from our coats creating a cloud of black around us. He Aparated right at the very same moment I'd made contact with him and we hit something hard, in a tangle of limbs and cloth. There was an immediate struggle in which my wand was seized as was his and they were thrown to opposite sides of the room. He reached up and grasped my throat, flipping me onto my back. I gasped as the pain shot through my body before I brought up my knee, nailing him right in the center of his rib cage. I then quickly rolled onto my stomach attempting to crawl towards my wand but he was upon me again in a second.

I couldn't really assess where we were but I heard yelling below and I realized we were in an abandoned warehouse right in the very heart of the war zone. I could see the fight going on right below us from the big window to my right. He ripped me around to face him and this wasn't the first time I found myself alone with him during a major battle. The lightning flashed outside, illuminating his features for a split second.

"So lovely to find you here, Granger," he panted. He was holding me down with all his might and I found I couldn't move. "You are quite the worthy opponent. There's never a dull moment. Not with you! You followed me over the edge of a building. Does that mean you'll follow me to the ends of the Earth?"

I didn't even bother to struggle. I knew him too well. And if I was still he would let go of my arms.

"We've got two choices, Granger," he breathed when I didn't respond. "And if we choose to battle now, neither of us will ever see the light of day again. You know it's true and so do I."

I smiled trying to devise a plan. We'd been in this position several times before and both of us usually ended up in a world of hurt if we chose to duel.

"So would you like it now or later?" I muttered with a small grin on my face. He smirked and brought his legs to either side of me, straddling me and putting his full weight into it. We were both soaking wet. I brought my legs up behind him and he slowly let go of my wrists.

"You sure we're talkin' bout the same thing Granger?" he asked, running a hand through his soaking hair. He had his eyebrow pierced now… That was new. I was used to seeing holes in Malfoy's face and ears but I'd never expected him to put one there. I quickly brought my legs up, pushing my heels into his chest and throwing him back taking full advantage of his slight distraction. He fell onto his back and I kicked up making a bridge with my body shoving myself up with my arms, and with an abrupt jerk I was on my feet. I stepped on his chest with my combat boot and held out my hand calling my wand back to me. I pointed it directly at his face.

"I take it you want it now then?" I asked. He could've easily have Aparated away again but he wasn't going anywhere without his wand. We both knew it. And he never backed away from a fight. He shot his hand out, his wand darting into my view and I went to block it and in that moment he swept me off my feet with his leg and I went sprawling to the floor. I didn't lose my wand though and he was quickly upon me. I caught his wand hand and was doing my best to hold him off.

He chuckled.

"You never fail to amaze me mudblood," he whispered. I could feel his breath on my face, his lips practically brushing against mine. He gripped my wrist and slowly slipped my wand out of my fingers. I tightened my grip on his hand and he surrendered his wand, letting it fall to the floor with a light click of wood on cement. That sound almost represented the gunshot at the beginning of a race. Quite suddenly my hands darted up to his face and brought it down to mine and his lips finally crashed into mine. I never fully understood why I'd do this and I don't think he knew why he did it either but all I could gather was we were alone and we could either kill each other or we could screw each other. Those were the two options. He didn't have to say the second one.

And before I knew it he was upon me, trench coat and all and my pants were gone and his were pushed down to his knees and we were together. I couldn't get enough of his body. His body in which I knew so well now. I could tell you where each scar on his chest was, most likely because I'd made it. My nails were digging into his back.

And when it was done he lay next to me on the cold hard floor panting. We both stared up at the ceiling in disbelief and if I hadn't of been wet already I'm sure my body would've been damp with sweat.

"Well," he began. "My wife doesn't do it like that…"

I looked at him, my eyes wide.

"What?!" I screeched.

"Relax, mudblood. I'm only joking," he said chuckling and zipping up his pants.

"You bloody well better be," I growled. "Malfoy I swear, if you're not-"

"Granger!" he said. "Can you really see me getting married? Really? Look at me!"

I propped myself up on my elbows and found my pants that were laying to the left of me. I pulled them on along with my combat boots and let my eyes meet his.

"Besides. I think we've got much more trying things to worry about don't you? We're supposed to be fighting and killing right now," he added. "Our comrades could be dying."

"You don't really care about that though do you?" I asked buttoning my jeans and standing. "Didn't the Dark Lord used to have you assassinate your comrades when he was displeased with them?"

I watched as Malfoy straightened his coat. He licked his lips.

"That I'll never tell," he replied. I rolled my eyes throwing my wand into its holster on the inside of my sleeve.

"I'll be taking my leave now," I replied turning to exit when he reached out and grabbed me, pushing me against the stair railing roughly, the bar digging into my lower back. I didn't make a sound but merely shifted, causing my forehead to rub against his jaw. He leaned into me and I felt the tip of his wand dig into my chin.

"I could do it you know," he whispered. Little did I know, Malfoy's sperm was traveling at top speed into my womb. Neither of us had really thought about the contraceptive charms in the heat of the moment.

"Yeah?" I asked, letting my wand slip back into my hand. I quickly jabbed it into his ribs. "So could I."

He laughed, bringing his mouth to my neck. The movement made me shiver partly with my unquenched desire and my disgust with him. Yet I found myself complying with my free hand by placing it on the back of his neck to urge him on.

"If I see you on the field I won't hold back," he muttered between his kisses. I nodded, finding his lips again and I felt his tongue enter my mouth and the two of us sexually assaulted each other once more and then he backed away from me.

"See you, Granger," he muttered. He then spun on the spot and disappeared. My eyes stayed fixed to that spot for several minutes after his departure.

"I don't plan to hold back either, Malfoy," I whispered to the darkness. It was then that I exited in the same fashion, landing right back in the middle of the action. I knew he'd be going along the rooftops. It was his job seeing as he was the muggle equivalent of a sniper. I had a feeling he'd conveniently gotten rain in his eyes when his killing curse had gone astray because from the roof you had a clear shot… Of everybody.

End.

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At exactly twelve o'clock sharp Harry and Ron arrived on my doorstep. I answered holding Christopher in my arms and beaming as only a proud mother could. They smiled in greeting and gave me a hug each and then a kiss on the forehead. After that they both took turns saying hello to my son as they loaded up everything to get ready to go.

"How's the kid been?" Ron asked after he handed him back to me. I smoothed Christopher's hair away from his eyes again and kissed him lightly on his cheek.

"He wakes me up occasionally at night but that's the only disagreement I've had with him," I replied. "And my mum has helped me a lot since he's come along."

"And they're not curious about the father?" Ron inquired. I shrugged.

"I told them it was complicated and I would explain everything when all this stuff with work blew over," I said simply. "They're assuming he's a drunk or something to that extent."

"So who is the father then, Mione?" Harry asked nonchalantly as we piled into the company car. He was driving. I sat in the back and quickly strapped my son in.

"I already told you guys," I murmured. "I'm not going to talk about that until all this stuff with work blows over."

"Because it's a bloody Death Eater! Isn't it Hermione?" Ron asked. He didn't turn around but I could tell that his ears were getting red. That was indication enough that he was pissed off about this whole thing.

"And you know it's not work Mione," Harry began carefully. "At least not fully. That's just a convenient excuse." Suddenly Christopher laughed his baby laugh and I looked over and he had an expression etched across his small rounded features that was so much like his father's. The Malfoy smirk. I reached over and put his pacifier back into his mouth before the other two saw him making that face. It was almost like he was trying to do me in.

"I can't tell you. It's for Christopher's protection," I said. "If either of you know and you get captured and they use a truth serum on you then I won't be able to keep him safe. It's bad enough that you two know he exists."

"Well what exactly could go wrong if you told us? What's so bad about his father?" Harry asked. I sighed.

"You're not going to get anymore information on it, so just forget about it right now. We have much more important things to be worrying about," I muttered. Christopher was kicking his little feet energetically making small gurgling noises. I smiled brightly at him and reached over, rubbing his cheek.

"It's a Death Eater," Ron repeated with amazing certainty. "Just tell us Mione, so we can kick his ass. There's no need to protect him."

I fell silent for the rest of the ride. We pulled up in my parents' driveway shortly later.

"Can one of you help me gather his things?" I asked quietly. Harry opened his door and got out without saying a word to me. I took Chris out of the car and went to ring my parents to let them know we'd arrived. My mother threw the door open and smiled brightly.

"Right on time!" she squealed excitedly. "Let me take a look at him!"

She took my son in her arms and landed a great wet kiss on his little round cheek. He let out a happy baby shriek at the sight of his grandmother, his little feet going crazy in a kicking frenzy again. His little pink gums were showing in a huge grin and I smiled. It was always hard to part ways with him but I knew it had to be done. Things would be so much easier when all of this conflict finally had passed. We would see better days… Or at least my son would. I never did know if I was going to be breathing from one day to the next. None of us really knew. But we stayed strong and we stuck together to make it through. If anything Harry, Ron, and I had gotten even closer over these six, almost seven years that we'd been training and working as Aurors together. They were my family.

"Come on Mione," Ron said, handing my mother Christopher's car seat. They'd both greeted her and said goodbye before we left. "A lot has to be done, Mrs. Granger," he added, putting his arm around me. "I'm sorry we have to tear Hermione away so abruptly."

She nodded in understanding and gave me a huge hug goodbye.

"You be careful, you hear me?" she whispered. "Please."

I nodded, hugging her back fiercely, my son practically smashed between us. I tried not to cry as I left him but I always ended up getting teary. That made my mother even more apprehensive as we drove away. She knew I didn't cry unless something was seriously bothering me.

"Let the planning begin," Harry muttered as we departed. I wiped my eyes quickly and recomposed myself.

"Yes," I whispered.