Author's note: Hello! Second chapter. I'm going to try to write as many chapters as I can so I can update faster. hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that JKR has written about, but I simply borrow those characters and twist them into random plots.

Chapter Two:

Sweet, Sweet Heartkiller

Draco's POV

I woke early and discovered Hermione to still be asleep. She was beautiful even in her sleep. Sometimes I caught myself staring at her at the oddest times. I couldn't help it though. I still couldn't believe that she's mine. She chose me over Weasley.

I got up as quietly as I could and headed downstairs. The house elves greeted me as I made my way to the kitchen.

"Good morning Master Draco," Appleton said to me as I sat down at the table.

"Good morning Appleton," I replied with a smile.

"Does Master want a cup of tea?"

"That would be nice, thank you."

The elf brought me my cup of tea and I sat there sipping at it as I read the paper.

My morning routine had changed since Hermione became pregnant. She slept in a few hours later than she usually did, but I didn't mind. I just wanted her and our baby to be healthy.

"Appleton?" I called for the elf.

I heard a crack. "Yes Master Draco?"

"Could you cook breakfast for Hermione?" I asked looking at the tiny creature in front of me.

Hermione fought me on having house elves, but soon learned it was futile once she learned they were treated well and didn't want to leave.

"Of course, Master. Anything for Mistress Hermione and the baby," he replied with a bow.

I smiled at him as he went to work.

Minutes later, the elf set the food on a tray and I headed up the stairs with it. I hoped she would already be awake. I hated to wake her up simply because it was quite the spectacle. She never was like this before she became pregnant. She was either up before me or would wake up easily enough. Now, it was a different story. I had to shake her awake and when she did manage to get up, she would glare at me most of the morning.

As I opened the doors, I noticed she was sitting up in bed looking around. I smiled as I walked into the room.

"Good, you're up. You realize you're a bear when I try to wake you up, don't you?" I asked with a smirk as I continued to walk towards her.

She ignored my statement and I openly wanted to laugh, but knew better not to. Last time I laughed at her about something trivial she almost hexed my bits off. Never again.

"Well I brought you breakfast," I continued as I set the tray upon her outstretched legs.

She looked down at the tray of food and I waited for her usual complaints, but they didn't come. She simply stared at the food like it was going to kill her if she took a bite. What was wrong with her today?

"Hermione? Are you ok, love? Is this just a side effect or something? Or are you mad at me?" I asked anxiously.

"Side effect of what exactly? What drug did you slip me? Or did you stupefy me? Why would you want to kidnap me, Malfoy?" She inquired in a harsh tone as she quickly moved the tray and stood up.

I was taken aback. Her mood swings were terrible, but they were never this bad. Something had to be wrong.

"Hermione, love, what's wrong? Are your hormones going nuts again? Why do you think I kidnapped you?" I inquired as I took a few steps back. I knew better than to be at the end of her wand or her fists.

And why did she think I kidnapped her? She had to be joking, but I was wrong.

"Do you think I'm daft, Malfoy? You and I both know why you would kidnap me. Stop it with the pet names, they won't help in this situation! And what the bloody hell are you talking about my hormones for? That is none of your business!" She affirmed pointing her wand at me.

She was acting ridiculous. Of course her hormones were kind of my business since she was carrying my child and I told her this as well.

Her large eyes grew a little wider at this news. It was like she had no idea that she was pregnant.

"You raped me! How long have I been here, Malfoy? Was this part of your sick joke? To rape me, get me pregnant and ruin my life!" She moaned as tears started to cascade down her cheeks.

I wanted to walk over to her and wipe them away, but I wasn't sure of what she would do to me if I did. I felt helpless. And how could she accuse me of raping her? Something really wasn't right here. Something had to be wrong with her to think that I would do that to her.

I couldn't believe what she was saying. I felt a lump in my throat.

"Hermione, how could you say something like that? I would never rape you. I love you! You said you were ready for this," I whispered. That was all I could get out. I felt my world collapsing around me.

"Don't fucking lie to me, Malfoy. You don't love me. Is that how you did it, a love potion? You sick, disgusting ferret! Ready for this, this supposed baby? Why would I be ready to do that with the likes of you? You hate me, I hate you. It's simple," She replied vehemently as she took another step towards me.

"What are you talking about? We've been married for two years, Hermione. Of course I love you! You love me too. What is wrong with you?" I asked as I stood there. I couldn't let her leave, not like this.

"Nothing is wrong with me! Now, I'm leaving. I'm going to figure this all out. I-I can't have this baby, if you are telling the truth," She said edging towards the door still pointing her wand at me.

"Don't say that! You act like you don't know me anymore! You act as if you don't love me!"

She can't do this. She can't-no I don't want to think about that. She couldn't get rid of this baby. I needed help and fast.

"I don't love you. Why would I love you? We've been enemies for years. I love Ron. I'm with him. This," she gestured to my stomach, "is sick. And you will pay for this."

My insides felt like ice. She thought she was still with Ron. She said she loved him. She couldn't. I realized that her memory had to be altered or parts were missing. Someone must have oblivated her. Before I knew it, she was running down the hallway. I took off after her as she darted into the den. By the time I got there, she was already in the fireplace and was whirling out of sight. The last thing I saw was her looking at me with contempt and hatred.

As much as I hated to admit this, I needed to go see Potter. This was over my own head.

A/N: Ok it was kind of word for word, but it was kind of hard not to. I did add a bunch of what Draco was thinking. So tell me what you think or if you like the story formatted this way or not!

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