HERE'S CHAPTER 3 FOLKS!
WARNINGS: LANGUAGE, SEXUAL SITUATIONS (SUMMARY AT BOTTOM IF U DON'T WANT TO READ THAT)
THERE IS A MAJOR FLASHBACK IN THIS CHAPTOR. HERE IS WHERE HERMIONE'S PAST IS REVEALED.
PREVIOUSLY
Lord Voldemort would never consent to lowering himself by consenting to entering such a muggle-esque abode.
It was time to have it their way again.
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CHAPTER 3
(A.N/ there has been a bit of time jump here in order for the story to move on. To fill you in, basically Lucius and Draco have forced Hermione on pain of death for her kids to come with them. They are now in Malfoy Manor.)
Hermione put down her carry bag and looked around the room. Actually it wasn't really a room, it was more like small house. Certainly it was larger than her apartment, but that didn't fill her with much comfort. A large king-size bed, with black and silver hangings dominated the bedroom. A hard, unforgiving wooden floor, covered with the softest of rugs lay beneath her feet. Elegant Queen Anne furniture was scattered throughout the suite. Two doors to her left led to a magnificent bathroom, in a minimalist style of black and white and a dressing room, bigger than her own bedroom back home. There were two more doors to the right of the bed. These led to separate rooms belonging to Adele and Nico. The Malfoys had correctly assumed that she might be more cooperative if she had her children close to her. Her room was one that every girl would die for, but right now the four walls represented a prison, and the flash furniture a mere sweetener, to make her give in.
She heard Adele moving about next door. She had been in a high state of euphoria ever since she arrived. For once she was in a room far greater than any of her rich classmates. Satisfied that Adele wouldn't need her attention for at least an hour, she entered Nico's room. Her son lay flat on his back in the middle of his bed, staring at the ceiling. His arms were stretched above his head in a seemingly relaxed sense, but this was far from the truth. Like her, he was as tense as a bow, and his nerves seemed stretched taught. He spoke, but he didn't look at her.
"Draco Malfoy is my father, isn't he?"
Hermione couldn't lie to her eldest child. She nodded slowly.
Nico looked at her for the first time.
"What happened"
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Hermione looked at her watch. She was waiting for her date, a young and influential death eater called Draco Malfoy. It was their first meeting. She had contacted him as her alias, the young French, pureblooded heiress, Helene G'moire, who was looking for a pureblooded English husband, to help broaden her father's businesses. She was dressed in a cream, full length, halter-necked dress, and a well place glamour charm transformed her hair from raggedy brown strands to thick black locks. Brown eyes became green.
She looked up as the chair opposite her was pulled away from the table.All Draco Malfoy, blond, pureblooded and arrogant sat across from her, a knowing smirk on his face. He took her hand and kissed it, murmuring endearments in French.
"You look stunning Mademoiselle."
"Monsieur Malfoy, I must confess I did not expect you to be here so quickly."
"Oh?"
"Many men I have been out to dinner with in the past have often turned up late, or not at all when they find out how much of a commitment I ask of them."
She lowered her eyes shyly. Step One. Make him feel important.
"Surely that is not so? You are a paragon of beauty my dear, as I have already told you."
Step Two. Blush and play the part.
"Monsieur Malfoy, I do not want you to be under any illusions as to why you are here tonight. You see my father is gravely ill, and I find, as his only heir, there is a need to produce a male heir as soon as possible, in case the worse happens."
Step Three. Make your point.
"And sir, I would j'adore someone of standing, to be the man who gives me that son."
Step Four. Go for the kill.
Draco Malfoy. Her target. Dead by the end of the year, she had been told. And this was her game. Seduce him, and kill him. It could change the world, no more Voldemort, no more war and no more oppression.
She looked Malfoy dead in the eye, trying to gauge his reaction. But his face was impassive.
Then he spoke.
"There is an unfortunate problem, Mademoiselle, and as…" He looked her up and down "…delectable as you are, I am not looking for a wife."
To an outsider, the lady at the table looked heart broken.
"But do not feat my dear. If you are indeed still desperate for me, then I am between mistresses at the moment, and you would more than qualify for the position."
Hermione's cheeks burned red. Playing the role. She looked down, the image of a pious woman. From underneath her lashes she observed him. He looked smug, like he was so sure of everything.
He leaned forward, hooked one finger under her chin and tilted her head upwards to look into her eyes. She felt the gentle probing of legilemency, and slammed up a mental block. A frown creased his forehead.
Hermione's tongue darted out to moisten her lips. His eyes followed every movement.
"I would be delighted to take you up on your offer Monsieur Malfoy."
He smirked.
1 Year Later…
Hermione's back arched and she moaned with pleasure as Draco thrust rapidly in and out of her. She could feel the spiral rapidly increasing, the pressure mounting…nails raked down her lover's back as he created a terminal of what were once foreign feelings. Hermione's head turned from side to side rapidly, trying to escape, but he held her prisoner there, caught in the moment…then…the explosion, She screamed Draco's name as she fell headfirst into the abyss, with her lover following soon after. Draco collapsed on top of her, his head resting in the crook of her neck.
He moved first. Rolling off her and pushing her to the corner of the bed. That was normal. No after talk, no cuddles. It was those moments when she felt the equivalent of one of the whores in the red light district. Oh to be sure Malfoy was an attentive lover, putting her pleasure above his own, but that wasn't the point.
Her employers were putting pressure on her.
"Why isn't he dead yet?" and "This is becoming too expensive, kill him and be done with it!" all filled her daily mail. But there were complications.
Hermione was three months pregnant.
She should have expected it really. After all, she may be a good assassin, but even the best ones got unlucky sometimes. She just had the bad luck to be caught on her most difficult job.
Elsewhere in his Parisian apartment, a clock chimed 6:00 am. She felt the waves of nausea well up in her throat, but she swallowed it down.
"Draco?"
"Mmmphh?"
She swallowed, resuming her corporate acting skills.
"I'm returning to Normandy tomorrow."
Draco barely moved to acknowledge her words.
She took a deep breath, and dropped the bombshell.
"And I'm not coming back."
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"And so I left him, knowing that it was for the best."
Nico looked at her. To him, his mother seemed shattered. He had wanted to know about his father for years, but never asked, knowing that whoever he was had caused his mother great pain, and Nico did not want to remind her of that. But still he had to know.
"What about Adele?"
"When you were about one, I went back to Paris to see my financier, and he was there. Of course I had known that he had some of his fortune banked there, but I never expected to see him, much less on the same day!"
"Were you still Helene G'moire?"
"Always. Only very few people then knew me as Hermione Granger. It was still a bad time for muggleborns, but it was worse in Britain. There were killings, slave labour, mass graves. It was terrible. Anyways I walked out of the meeting and there he was. One thing led to another and for that weekend I was his. That was when I conceived Adele."
"Why didn't you stay Helene? It must have been easier as a pureblood heiress."
"This time round Draco seemed more aware of the possible consequences of our time together. He plagued me with letters and howlers. He tried to contact my lawyer, my midwife, my staff! He even tried to track down the non-existent dying father."
"What did you do?"
"I got in touch with my employers and they agreed to a Dirty Harry."
"What…?"
"Where the killing of one assassin is staged by another, thus destroying that alias completely. Using some powerful magic, Helene G'moire was stabbed to death by a vengeful ex-boyfriend at a charity ball. It was public, it even made front page of the Daily Prophet, despite everything going on in Britain."
"And then?"
"Then I returned to Normandy as Hermione Granger, had your sister, waited until the Mudblood initiation laws were released, then came to Britain as the war relocated to Europe."
"What about Malfoy?"
Hermione gave a wan smile, but didn't say anymore.
"I'm going to check on your sister. No exploring okay?"
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Hermione walked to Adele's room. The door was closed, but not all the way, and the sound of voices could be heard filtering through the crack. Hesitantly she walked in, to find Draco Malfoy looking through some photo albums, with Adele by his side.
"What are you doing here?!"
Hermione's voice was incredulous, and cut through the seemingly happy family scene.
"Mum! Come and look at these photo's you look so young!"
Her attention momentarily diverted from the her blond ex, she looked in shock at her daughter.
"Are you saying I'm old?"
"Well 32 is quite ancient you know, compared to something like 21."
"Do you want to be grounded missy?"
"You can't ground me, we're not allowed to go anywhere remember, or has old age affected your memory as well?"
Hermione fumed.
"That's it, your allowance for next month is cancelled! I will not tolerate such behaviour from you!"
Draco was watching the exchange with obvious interest. Not that Hermione was paying any attention. She was firmly concentrating on her daughter, who was just about to protest when…
"You know you should apologise to your mother, such behaviour is unacceptable."
Two angry females turned to face Draco.
"If I needed your help parenting I'd ask for it, now stop trying to override my discipline!"
"Why are you getting involved you're not even my dad!"
Throwing his hands up in the air, Draco stalked out. He had not the patience to deal with one temperamental woman, let alone two. There were some things even Death Eater's drew the line at.
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Summary of chapter
Hermione, Nico and Adele are now ensconced at Malfoy Manor. Nico asks Hermione what happens and we learn that Draco Malfoy was a target of Hermione's. As her alias, Helene G'moire, she becomes his mistress, and realises, a year later, that she is pregnant with his son (Nico). She leaves him. Later on they meet again, and share a weekend of wild passion, thus resulting in Hermione becoming pregnant with Adele. Draco begins to harass Hermione as Helene, making it dangerous for her. In a planned act, using powerful magic, Helene G'moire is murdered by an ex boyfriend, thus making it safe again for Hermione to live as Hermione, not as Helene. After telling Nico this, she comes across Adele showing Draco an old photo album. When asked what she is doing, Adele is rude to her mother, told off by Hermione and Draco, who has both females turn on him for interfering.
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