"Did you understand me yet!" It wasn't really a question.

Father was grabbing me by my collar now basically holding me up in the air.

Apparently I was an idiot for first of all, even touching a mudblood and secondly for leaving her pregnant. I completely agreed with him.

"Yes!" I spat while blood continued to drip down my face.

My clothes were turning a dark shade of brown now.

First Potter. Now, my own father.

"Good." He dropped me to the ground. "What did I ever do that made you turn out as stupid as you are? No Malfoy has ever been as careless as you. I swear as soon as the family finds out I will never hear the end of it." He started rubbing his nose with index finger and thumb, "I'm ashamed of you."

He was ranting and he was angry, but he absolutely meant every word of it.

"I know," I whispered.

It was quiet for the longest moment.

We were still in Snape's classroom with everyone still watching.

They wanted to see the monster get what it deserved.

To them this was most likely almost enough but, truthfully, this wasn't enough for me. I wanted to hurt more.

I wanted to be in as much pain as Granger. I caused all of it. I needed it all now.

Father looked tentative for a long moment before he looked over at Potter, "Tell me, Harry." Potter gazed up, "Where is the girl hiding?"

"She isn't hiding."

He smirked, "Well if she was in plain sight she wouldn't be hiding now would she?"

Potter glared at him.

"So where is she?"

He continued to glare as he hissed through is teeth, "Why?"

"So we can inform her, Mr. Potter. If we don't tell her this important message, then those precious babies in that stomach of hers will die."

Potter and I flinched simultaneously.

"W-what? Why? That doesn't even make sense!"

Father's nostrils started flaring, "Were you not listening ten minutes ago?"

"Yes! But, how are Hermione and your son connected? I don't understand how that's even possible!"

Father walked closer towards him and stopped. He was thinking momentarily.

"Let me tell you a short story, that will explain everything."

He started pacing the room, "Many generations ago, Aldric Cato Malfoy, a very distant ancestor, found a way to keep the Malfoy bloodline stay 'clean.'" He cleared his throat and chuckled a bit, "I guess you can say, he was an unfaithful man."

The room was silent.

"This was basically his way of staying out of trouble. He was married and had two children of his own with his wife, but only two because of what he did exactly. But, he didn't know that future generations would inherit this, what I call, gift. If it wasn't for it…" he chuckled once again, "Draco wouldn't be my only child."

I felt the air escape from my chest.

Why didn't he ever tell me? I mean that's something that a father shouldn't forget to mention to his own son.

"So," I began, "marrying Granger is the only way to save them?" I asked.

"If by 'them' you mean the bastard children, then yes Draco. A wedding is the only way to save them," spat Father back at me.

I only nodded. That was the only thing I could do in response to the flat answer he gave me. I stared at the ground to avoid his gaze. I was positive everyone else in the room did too.

"Find the mudblood Draco," he said coldly, "It might kill her if you don't."

All heads immediately looked up at him.

"What?" I whispered.

"I said 'find her' or she will die with those three things in her stomach. One child in an unfaithful marriage is enough to drain a non-Malfoy woman, but three-that will kill her. The children will die when labor comes if she is not wed to you." He smirked over towards Harry, "So where is she Potter?"

Everyone looked back at him. He stood there quiet. He knew something. He absolutely knew something.

"Harry dear, do you actually know where she is?" Pansy asked timidly.

Potter looked to the ground then back at Pansy, "Yes."

"How do would you even know, Potter?" I practically yelled.

He glared back at me remembering he was still in the same room with a monster, "Because, Malfoy, I've been sending her money to assure she was safe. So yes, I do know where she is. It may not be much but ever since this whole thing happened, she's been shunned and her name has been butchered. Do you know what they call her? Do you?" He was yeling at this point. "A slut! Whore! And all the conversations about her end like this, 'Oh that poor witch, she had so much potential. Not very sure why she was known as the 'brightest witch of our age'. This is all because of you and you know it. You're just lucky the truth never got out about you."

I felt myself go white. I was ashamed of myself. Here Potter was sending her the most he could after everything I caused. Fuck. I was shit. Absolute shit. I hated myself and there was almost no way of making things better about this.

What's wrong with me? There was just a dark cloud of anger and guilt that followed me wherever I went. It was just there. It haunted me wherever I went. All I could think about was Granger and the three babies with her.

It was just a dare for Merlin's sake! This wasn't suppose to happen out of pure fun. It's not like I enjoyed it. I was touching her! Fuck, I really was a monster.

"Draco…Stop crying."

"Please son, you're already as embarrassing to be around as it is."

I felt my chest heaving as I held my face in hands.

"Potter…"

He looked back at me.

"…Where can I find her?"

…

12 Grimmauld Place.

Harry let her borrow the place for as long a she needed.

And she was there.

Heavily pregnant and all.

She could have killed me.

She should have killed me.

I would have killed me!

She would have killed me.

In fact, she almost did, but they had to stop her before it almost happened.

The moment she saw me, her wand flashed and just black! I was on the ground and facing her wrath. She hated me. She really did. Just as much as I hated myself.

I could hear her thoughts for once now that we were close together.

'Die you bastard!' 'Why are you here?' 'How did you find me?' 'Die.'

Those were the thoughts that I could I manage to make out of the jumble going on in her head.

I lay there for a while, taking in the moment. Actually feeling and enjoying the pain she brought to me. I deserved it all.

First Potter, then Father, now Granger. But I still wanted more. It was the only way to make things right.

An eye for an eye, right?

I watched as Harry, Snape and Father calm her before even telling her the new information about our children.

She didn't take it well.

In fact she didn't believe it for awhile. Not until I spoke to her…

I'm sorry, Granger.

I was sat up against the wall still in bloody clothing that was now brown but wet from the new blood.

Her face flashed at me with a bewildered look. I knew what she thinking.

"Did…Did I just hear you or did you actually…" She trailed off letting the truth sink in. She knew she would have no choice if this were all true.

Yes, Granger, I just apologized to you. And what father is saying is all true.

She looked shocked. She realized this was the truth, though there was no reason to even tell her if it wasn't.

Her face drained of all color as she gripped onto the couch harder than before.

She really hated me.

"Will you all please excuse us for a moment, please?"

They all stood up and walked out with no complaints.

We sat there staring at each other. She was staring hard at the blood and the swollen face I called mine. I looked at her, clenching onto the wand and couch for dear life. Her belly was humungous, even bigger than what I saw in our visions. Though her face though pale for now, she was full of life and just glowed naturally. Her usually bushy hair was gone and replaced with a waterfall of brown curls. This was nothing compared to the Hermione at Hogwarts.

She certainly took care of herself for the babies.

She ceased the silence first, "I hate you, Malfoy."

"I know. I hate myself too."

She raised her eyebrow at me, "A Malfoy…actually feeling guilt?"

"Yes."

She stopped looking at me and gazed back at her belly as she reclined. She seemed too embarrassed to look back at me now. Could it be that all this time she thought I forgot about her? Impossible.

"Did you find names for them yet?"

Her eyes flashed back at me before returning to rubbing her belly.

"Yes and No. I know I'm naming one Jane Adora Granger-"

"Malfoy." I corrected her.

She stopped rubbing for a moment as if she forgot about the marriage, "Yes… Malfoy. Jane Adora Malfoy then. After my mum and also after my new love for her."

I nodded. I liked Jane Adora.

"You can't name them. You have no right to." She declared suddenly.

I only nodded, "I agree."

A bit of surprise flashed across her face, or at least she tried to hide most of it.

We were in silence again; the blood on my clothes was now moist and still brown.

"You know why I left Hogwarts, Malfoy?"

Yes. Because of me.

"Yes, because of you. Everyone thinks it was because I wanted to keep some random wanker's baby; well everyone thought it was Ronald's at first, but rumor got around that I was cheating on him, when obviously that wasn't the truth."

I already knew all this.

"I couldn't bear to see your face everyday, Malfoy. It was one thing to see you in the halls, but another to carry a reminder of you with me at all times. The teasing started when everyone saw the small bump. When the professors found out, I was out. And that made me happy, I didn't have to see your face ever again. Believe me I thought about telling the truth, but I couldn't have them find out their father was a monster and conceived with force..."

I looked down at the ground, I already knew that too.

She started shaking her head and laughing, "But yet, here we are now, with you in front of me, proposing to me through your father. And it seems to me that I have no choice but to change my name to Hermione Malfoy."

I just nodded, "It seems that way to me too, Granger."

I gazed back at her belly. They were in there, resting. They had no idea what was going on beyond the walls of Granger, and I was surely grateful for that.

"It hurt a lot, Malfoy."

"Hm?"

She had a look of stone across her face, "That night where it all happened, when you were on top of me…" she trailed off, "you left me bleeding. I was stinging…it was stinging for a while actually. I've never felt lonelier in my life. You do know it was all because of you right?"

I nodded. Of course it was because me.

"I'm sorry, I know what I did hurt you in ways that I can't even grasp, but I'm going to be there to help you. Granger, I love them just as much as you do, I swear I do."

She stopped rubbing and stared at me, examining my every feature trying to see if I was lying or not.

"Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do!" I stood up clumsily.

"You, Draco Malfoy, are trying to make things right?" She crossed her arms.

"Yes, I am."

"You do know this 'apology' of yours isn't going to be enough, right?"

"Yes. I know."

We both stared at each other. It was almost awkward, but the silence just made us think about this decision more.

Who would have thought we'd be actually being somewhat civil to one another?

Both of our heads yanked towards the doorway when we heard Father clear his throat.

"Glad you two are getting along, I have some other news for the both of you."

"Well what is it?" asked Granger.

"Well seeing how the due date is closer with each day, I took the liberty of sending out wedding invitations to the whole family."

"What?" I blurted.

My mouth was hanging open now.

"Everyone will be there. Here's a copy of one."

I examined it quickly searching for a date, when I did I threw it out of my hand.

"The twenty-sixth? Are you serious?"

"Yes. I am. You can't wait any longer, you never know what can happen, A Malfoy must always prepare for the unexpected."

"But that's in one month!"

"Yes and in one month she will be eight months pregnant, Draco."

I shut up right there and then. He was right.

"Besides, you're almost done with school so you might as well start living with Miss Granger to get use to being around each other now."

Fuck. We both thought at the same time as our mouths hung open.

I hated myself and so did she.

"Well I'm off. Draco, feel free to stay or go back to school. I'll be telling your mother about the news in the meanwhile when I get home."

And just like that, he apparated out of Grimmauld Place and left us alone in silence once again.

We stared at the ground where between us lay the damned wedding invitation in bold black letters letters,

Just as if a page out of a fairy tale the storybook romance came true...

Draco Lucius Malfoy

and

Hermione Jean Granger

request the honour of your presence

on Thursday, the twentieth of July

at ten o'clock in the morning

Malfoy Manor

Well there we go, that's what's in store for these two.

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