Chapter Thirteen

Hermione frowned; she wasn't supposed to see him again until next week, "Hi Thomas," she greeted curtly, "What are you doing here?"

Thomas was too busy frowning at Dragon, that he didn't hear her the first time. After she repeated her question he gave her a small smile and said, "Well, I realized that I behaved rudely yesterday and I wanted to apologize. But the main reason I'm here is because your parents were just murdered. They were fo-" Hermione fainted.

She woke up a few hours later with Ginny standing over her. Hermione frowned, Where was Thomas? Sitting up, she looked around. Hermione paused, she looked back at Ginny with a horrified look on her face, "What's with the blood!" she cried, pointing towards the doorway.

Ginny frowned, "I don't know, it was there when I got here. Hermione, are you okay?"

Hermione screwed up her eyes, trying to remember what happened. There was nothing, and then… Hermione started crying, "My parents, Ginny, my parents are dead.

Draco was padding through the forest near the Malfoy Manor, after Thomas had told Hermione that her parents were murdered she fainted. So Draco had lunged at him, he'd chased form the apartment, but Thomas had apparated away before Draco could do more damage; he'd managed to tear at his arm enough to cause the blood to gush onto the floor.

Draco huffed; he needed to get back to Hermione's apartment, but he didn't know where it was. He also needed to go home, so he decided he'd do that first and then go look for her. She told Ginny they'd go shopping, but he didn't know if they were going to Diagon Alley or to some muggle store. Draco shook his head, Oh well, he thought walking towards his Manor, She'll pop up.

Draco was just getting out of the shower when he heard Hermi calling from the hall, "Master Draco, the security trolls has found something in the yard, sir."

Draco sighed, "Thank you Hermi," He called, getting dressed. Draco was tired, but with his father in custody, it fell on him to see to the security measures of the Manor. A few minutes later, Draco was walking out across his back lawn towards the security office. He pushed open the door and found his father's house elves hard at work; clearing his through, Draco interrupted them, "Well?" he asked, "What was the disturbance?"

Squeaky climbed of his chair and came over to Draco; his father had named him Squeaky because of his ridiculously high pitched voice, "Young master Draco, we was sorry to hear about yous parent, sir. But wes have a problem here. Sirs is getting a death threat." He squeaked, pointy at the screen next to him. Lucius had muggle security cameras installed all over the Manor, but he'd had the magically altered to withstand the magic around them; Lucius had said that none of the other pureblood families knew what they were, so they passed them off as strange décor.

Draco frowned at the screen, all he could see was the front garden, "Where's the threat?" he asked Squeaky, glancing away from the screen.

Squeaky shuffled on his feet, "Well, Young Master Draco, yous needs to see. The trolls, sir, they stomped on it and squisheded it. Its was a straw dummy of yous, sir, and its was on fire!." Squeaky squeaked, and fell backwards on the floor.

Draco sighed, Wow, he thought, running a hand through his hair. He knew who it was, and he knew why. He turned to Squeaky and rubbed his temples, "Squeaky, you remember Pansy right?"

Squeaky nodded his head furiously, "Yes sir!"

"Well, I need you to keep an eye out for her. She did this." Draco paused, "You know what, just keep an eye out for everyone. No one gets in or out without being checked."

Squeaky squeaked (obviously), "Yes sir! Squeaky won't let yous down sir!"

Hermione was sitting in a change room at muggle mall, she was waiting for Ginny. It was her and Harry's anniversary on the weekend, and she wanted something nice to wear. Hermione sighed, they'd been here for hours and Ginny still managed to find more dresses she'd yet to try on.

Hermione still hadn't figured out where the blood had come from, but since Dragon and Thomas were both missing, she'd assumed Dragon had attacked Thomas. Smiling at the thought, Hermione looked up at the sound of Ginny's door opening. Her jaw dropped, "Ginny," she breathed, "You looked absolutely amazing. That color is perfect!" she squealed, standing up.

Ginny blushed, it was a strapless, floor length gown with a slit up to her left knee. It was a dark turquoise color that shimmered in the light, seemingly changing color, "Oh, I don't know." Ginny stammered, "you don't think it's a bit much?" Ginny asked worriedly.

Hermione laughed, "No, Ginny…It's perfect." Hermione smiled; Harry was taking her out dancing tonight, and Ginny had no idea what muggles wore dancing.

Ginny smiled, "Thanks Hermione," she sighed, "I'm just not good at this muggle stuff…"

Hermione could only smile, she felt the same way about wizarding ways; sure in school she had books to study, but there were no books on the real world. As Ginny paid for her dress (with some help from Hermione), she gazed around the store; it was cloudy out where they were, so no sun was shining through the windows. But it wasn't dreary and it didn't look like it was going to rain.

As Hermione and Ginny walked back to where they'd apparated, she started to feel sick. Hermione paused next to a tree and doubled over (yes, I mean ralfed) next to it. When she straightened up Ginny smiled; Hermione gave her a bewildered look, "Aren't you even the least bit worried about me?" Hermione cried, "I just threw up my guts here."

Ginny started giggling, "Yeah, but you're pregnant. I know it's a bit early for morning sickness, but you aren't treating your body any differently. Plus," she said, smirking, "I read somewhere that animagi transformations can speed up pregnancy.

Hermione groaned and slumped against the next tree. She didn't want to be pregnant, but now that she was, she saw it as a new challenge. And Hermione never backed down from a challenge.

Ginny cocked her head, "Come on, let's go back to the Burrow." she decided smiling, "You can tell mum the good news. "

Hermione groaned again, she didn't want anyone else to know yet; but if what Ginny said was true about the transformations, then she was at appoint where she wouldn't lose it without a fight. Ginny sighed, but grabbed her hand any ways and apparated to the Burrow with a *POP*.

Draco was irritated; Pansy was pissed at him for sleeping with Daphne and he could even remember if it was entirely his fault. Draco growled, he knew Pansy was just jealous; Daphne was the first girl he'd slept with since Hogwarts that Pansy had known. Draco ran a hand through his hair, it had been a mistake to lead her on; for most of his time there she had declared herself his girlfriend. Sure, he; slept with her a few times, but hey, he was a guy…what do you expect.

Draco was walking down Knockturn Alley; he had to go pick some package his father had ordered from Borgin and Burke's. He didn't like going there, it made him feel dirty.

The bell chimed as Draco walked into the store, and old Mr. Burke came out to greet him, "Ah, Mr. Malfoy. Here for your father's package I presume?"

Draco sighed; he wondered what Lucius had ordered, "That's right."

Mr. Burke smiled, "Just a moment sir, it's in the back… Do feel free to browse."

Draco rubbed his temples, he was still tired, and all this running around wasn't helping. He was looking at a silver ring when the old man came back. Upon noticing what Draco was looking at he smiled again, "Ah, a most interesting ring, isn't Mr. Malfoy. It's said that it once belonged to Merlin himself. And of course both Mr. Borgin and myself have examined it, and I must say…I for one believe those rumors." He joked, pointing at the ring.

Draco pretended to laugh, he was about to reach for the box he'd brought out when he paused, "I am able to touch this right? I t won't curse me?"

The old man shook his head, "No sir, Lucius said he wanted a present for Narcissa, so he made sure to get something that is perfectly safe to touch." Draco nodded, he took the package and left.

It was starting to drizzle by the time he left the shop, so Draco pulled his cloak up and stuffed the box in his cloak. He was walking up the steps to Diagon Alley when he felt someone grab his arm; he looked over and saw Zabini. Draco looked at him confused before following him into the crevasse.

Draco frowned at Blaise after they were hidden, "What was that for you prat." He demeaned.

Blaise sighed, "Stop being so thick," he said, smacking Draco on the back of the head, "Look." He said, pointing out into the Alley. Draco peered around the corner and saw two burly looking men standing underneath a lamp post.

Draco gulped, "Thanks dude," he said shocked. He didn't know who they were, but they didn't look very friendly.

Blaise nodded, "Yeah, they're the guys who took your parents."

"Took?" Draco asked bewildered, "I thought they were arrested"

Blaise shock his head, "Nah, who told you that?" he asked, glancing over at him.

"Bellatrix.," Draco replied, running a hand through is hair., "But I have a feeling it was someone else who told her." He said, as a dark look crossed his face.

Zabini gave him an odd look, "Yeah, sure…But that's not why I'm here." He said looking at Draco, "Remember how you said Granger was carrying your whelp? Well, her parents were just murdered."

Draco sighed, "Yeah, I know." He said, running a hand through his hair, "I was there-" Draco stopped, "Shit."