As you may have already guessed, I am making it up and posting as I go. I am eager to finish this. The twists in this story really depend my current mood. Some days I am cranky and bad things happen to the characters….then I am happy and everything is peachy. Hopefully I am in a happy mood when the ends approaches.

Chapter 7

"How dare you!" Hermione stood, rounding on him. "My lies?" She stopped in front of him. "Don't try to play innocent with me, Malfoy. I'm not one of your groupies. You forget how well I know you."

Draco stood, "Do you think you do?" He stared her down, "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?" He grabbed her hips and pulled her against himself, "Tell me pet, what am I thinking?"

Hermione pushed him away, "No." She adjusted her shirt, "I've made that mistake twice. There won't be a third time."

He chuckled at her, "That's new. I've been called many things…a mistake has never been one of them." Draco shook his head, letting the crackles echo in the small room, before smiling at her. "If I was a mistake," he looked at the boy laying fast asleep on the bed, "what does that make him?"

Hermione opened her mouth to retort

- the door to the room creaked opened. "Draco? Hermione…how is he?" Narcissa walked in, followed closely by Lucius. "How is my grandson? We've only just heard. Is he okay? Is there something we can-"

"He's fine mother. Or at least he will be, now." Draco interrupted.

Lucius eyed the two carefully, "Are we interrupting?"

Hermione turned away. She didn't dare let the Malfoys see her in this state. Weakness before the enemy. Never.

Draco smiled, "Of course not, father. Granger was just thanking me for saving my son."

Lucius could feel the tension in the room. He knew there was more there then the two had let on, but for now, he had bigger things to worry about. "Aldri…was it the blood?"

Hermione turned, staring the elder Malfoy in the eyes, "You knew?"

Lucius nodded, "Yes, Ms. Granger. It is not a secret. It is….perhaps the biggest reason we do not procreate outside our bloodlines."

"What?"

Lucius smirked at her, "All this time…you thought we were prejudice. You thought we hated your kind because of the impurity of your blood. To some, that may have been a fact, but to most.." He looked at his grandson, "the results were most undesirable."

"Undesirable?" Hermione's blood was boiling. "My son is not undesirable. He is perfect."

Lucius pulled a chair up beside the bed and ushered his wife to sit; never taking his eyes off the younger witch. He waved his hands casting a muffalo over the room. "Please Hermione. Calm yourself. I mean no malice. It was not a swipe at my grandson or you." He accioed another chair and gestured for her to take it. "

Hermione wanted to hex him into the next century or at least tell him off, but she knew he had more to say. "I'm listening."

Draco sneered. He knew the witch could not turn down a chance to get more information. This was the Hermione Granger he knew. The curious bookworm in her never ending quest for knowledge. He quietly resumed his position by his son's bedside.

"The first born….the first born child of a pure blood and a …" Lucius choose his words carefully, " an another not pure blooded person, are very special. They can harness enormous powers, but at the same time, they can be very dangerous. They tend to be smarter then your average witch or wizard, but if they are not properly taught, they tend to….." He went silent, pondering the correct words.

Hermione studied Lucius' face carefully. For once, she wished that she had learned Legilimency. "Just spit it out. There is no need to sugar coat anything."

Lucius chuckled, "I must admit Ms. Granger, I do miss our previous encounters. They were never dull. You do not menace words."

Draco eyed his father. Flashes of dark days played before his eyes. He knew if those words sparked his memory, it did the same for her. "Father," he warned.

Lucius threw his hands up, "As I recall Ms. Granger is more than capable of taking care of herself, besides I am only teasing." He once again turned his attention to the younger witch." You knew two such a children. One was my best friend and Draco's Godfather. The other grew to become one of the most fear Wizards of our time."

Hermione's face paled, "Professor Snape….." She swallowed, "and Voldermort."

He nodded, "The difference between the two," he pointed "is that tube that is running from my son to yours."

"The blood?"

Lucius nodded, "A gift of love. A gift of stability. An offering made of freewill."

Tears were once again falling from her eyes, "Why can it not be from me? Why can my blood not cure him?"

Draco turned to face her, "Because your blood is poison."

Narcissa took her hand, "It's not what you think dear. It's not because your blood is any less valuable than ours. It's just that your kind was never meant to have powers. They were never meant to be witches or wizards." She squeezed Hermione hand tighter, "The blood inside him, your blood, it attacks the magical blood. It sees it as a diease. Its trying to cure him...trying to seperate itself."

Hermione looked down at her wrist. She stared at the blue veins. It was true than. All the years of being called a mudblood. All the pain. They were right. It was all true. "Why did he need Draco's blood?" Hermione whispered.

Narcissa wiped Hermione's tears, "It is the ultimate sacrafice. Like a pound of flesh. The giving of pure magical blood from the original source. The power to override your blood." Narcissa patted her hand, "It's okay now. Everything will be fine. It is almost done."

Hermione looked at the man she loved. The man who father her child. The man still attached to the tube that was endlessly stealing away his precious blood. The man who was saving her son. "Thank you."