Ron stared outside the hotel window. He watched the busy nightlife of the Muggle world pass by in their sports cars and night clubs, the tramps who bounced around with four or five men following her, the old bum digging through the garbage on the other side of the street.

Ron felt horrible. Hannah Abbott cheated on him.

He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

Harry Potter had cheated on his sister.

Ron needed someone, just as his children needed him. It couldn't be Harry, nor Ginny, because he had a sneaking suspicion she cheated on Harry as well.

He took out a piece of paper and wrote to the only person he thought could save him.

"I'm sorry father." Draco dropped his head in apology, while Twinkly stood there, figeting, paying attention to every word spoken so he could report back to the other elves when the discussion finished.

Lucius must've realized this as well, because he saw fit to dismiss the elf, making it obvious that eavesdropping would result in clothes. He sent the baby with Twinkly.

"How long did you know Narcissa was pregnant?"

Draco tensed, understanding the intensity of his actions. This would be no 'Yell at me and get it over with' arguement. It would create the rip between him and his father.

"As soon as she knew, she informed me."

"Please tell me exactly what happened."

"Mother visited me in Gin- my home after she met with the Healers. I don't know how she found me; it must've been her intuition. She told me she was pregnant."

Lucius showed no emotion at this. He stared at Draco, waiting for him to continue.

"This was in April, about six months after you had been arrested-for the second time. When I asked her why she betrayed you, she broke down and confessed some lie that she had thought up. It involved her sleeping with this Muggle, from sexual desire. She admitted missing you."

Lucius showed remorse, closing his eyes tightly in respect for his deceased wife.

"Of course, I already knew what really happened to her."

Lucius stopped his son.

"Do not sugar-coat anything you are about to say to me. I want the full account, son."

"Yes father. She was actually...raped," Draco stopped, tears coming to his eyes. He expected his father to scream at him for showing emotion, like he did when Draco was a child, but somehow his father changed. He took a deep breath and continued.

"By Voldemort."

Draco watched his father intake a breath sharply.

"Then seven months later, she gave birth to the baby. She never wanted the child. While she was pregnant, I stood by her and watched her try to poison herself so the baby would die. If the poisons ever got past me, they would not work, but I would know she took them from her retching and writhing. Her body grew small and weak. When the child finally came, Voldemort stole it, and tortured it in front of her, aging it to my age and using the unforgivables until it stopped writhing and just died."

Lucius' face was grave.

"He raped her again, saying she better produce a more worthwhile descendant this time, and she was back to hurting herself again. She also started cutting herself, using numbers, like, seven cuts for the months Satan's child burdened her, three for the amount of years she had to wait before they alotted you visits in Azkaban. Voldemort made her connected to her sister, who was going through the same thing. Mother gave birth to the second child in six months this time, and it appeared that his strength made her womb invincible. He killed the second baby as he killed the first, and raped her again."

"The whole time Mother made me swear never to tell you anything, and I did, just to make her happy, as it was so hard to do these days. The child you have now is the seventh. It is three months early, but I imagine the same has happened to Bellatrix."

Lucius swallowed, breathed in and out, and broke down. Draco began crying as well, walking over and embracing his father.

Hermione gasped. 'Narcissa went through all of that?'

She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed the early birth. It had occured to Hermione that the baby was a little small for nine months, but four months?

She wanted to run to Lucius and hug him, but she remembered she wasn't even supposed to be there. Feeling guilty, Hermione Apparated back to her home and curled under her down comforter.

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