A/n: Thanks to my beta Hunter's Heir! **Not yet edited!

And I want to tell you who I am

Can you help me be a man

They can't break me

As long as I know who I am

~taken from "I'm Still Here" from Treasure Planet

Getting to the Manor is the easy part. No one comes to pick us up from the train station, and Draco explains that usually he floos alone into Diagon Alley, catches a bite to eat, looks around and then goes off to his home by flooing once more. Considering that we spent quite a bit of time in Diagon Alley not long ago, it's not too appealing to go back. Instead, we go straight to the Manor.

I almost wish we had wasted some time in Diagon Alley. That would've given me more time to prepare for seeing the Malfoy's. But instead we end up there promptly after getting off the train, and it's really a pain. I don't want to be there.

To make matters worse, his mother is waiting patiently in the room we floo into, a book clasped in her hands. His father is nowhere to be found.

She looks up upon our arrival, eyes darkening as they fall on me. He pulls me out unwillingly from the fireplace, her terrifying gaze staying directly on me as she shuts the book and stands.

"What is she doing here?"

"I told you I would have some company over the holiday," he replies evenly, and I can't recall if he ever actually mentioned owling his mother about me or not. My head is too jumbled with thoughts to remember a small detail like that.

"You can't have her here," she spits venomously. "She doesn't belong. Whatever you are doing with her Draco, take her back. She doesn't belong."

My eyebrows draw together and before Draco can utter a response I push forward, staring up at the woman in front of me. "I do have a name you know- and it is not Mudblood. Your son invited me here Mrs. Malfoy, I did not suggest this idea. I will not answer to her."

Narcissa's eyes widen, the same perfect shade of grey as Draco's. She swivels her head, looking over at her son. "She cannot speak to me this way!"

"You mean Hermione? I think she's going to speak however she likes mother. It might do you some good to actually address her."

I can tell from the look on her face that Narcissa expected her son to back her up instead of siding with me, but that doesn't deter her from trying to get me out of here. "She cannot stay Draco. Your father will not allow it! She doesn't belong. Take her back at once!"

"She's not going anywhere," Draco says, stepping up to my side. He grasps my hand, and I can see his mother's eyes getting larger and larger. "Where is father? We have some things we would like to discuss with the both of you."

She purses her lips, looking between us. "Your father is up in his room and he will not be down until supper. Whatever this little thing is Draco, it cannot be permanent."

He has nothing to say to that, but nods curtly towards his mother and ushers me past her and out of the room. I can tell that it's going to be a tense supper. Maybe I should wait until tomorrow to tell him about the baby…

No, I really shouldn't be putting this off. I can't take things one step at a time, and I can't ignore such big issues either. He would want to know as soon as possible.

"And I thought she was going to be the easy won to win over," he mutters as we walk. I keep my mouth shut but rub his palm, trying to keep him calm. He tensed up the moment we stepped into that sitting room, just like his mother.

It must be a Malfoy thing to tense up when you see a family member. I have a lot to learn and discover about this family, but first I just want to settle in and relax for a few minutes. I want a couple of hours of calm before the storm rains down on top of us, and the truth comes out.

Draco's parents won't be the only ones learning new things tonight, and I'm not sure how anyone is going to take the news.

"We have to go down," he sighs, looking at me on the bed. A house elf visited not long after we arrived, apparently one of Draco's. He advised that we share separate rooms since its rather improper for two unmarried people to share a bed together. Draco ignored him, but I almost wish he had listened. I feel like I need some space to myself to take everything in.

We're staying in Draco's bedroom, a place that has apparently not seen a lot of redecorating over the years. There are tacky Quidditch posters around the room, and spaced between those are posters of half-naked females that move every so often. There's even a grand total of two desks in this room, one for schoolwork when he was younger and another for when he started learning all about the family business from his father. Why that requires two desks I'll never understand.

It has its own personal bathroom, a walk in closet littered with clothing that's about as large as my Head Girl dorm back at Hogwarts, and a large balcony that overlooks the backyard. The entire main room is furnished with a seating area, a personal floo system- one I sincerely wish we had used to arrive here- and a bed that could fit about six Draco's.

The room gives off a different feel about the Manor than what I've grown accustomed to. While the majority of the hallways and the sitting room we arrived in are still draped in a dark cloak, his room has a bit of life about it. Perhaps it's only the elder Malfoy's who lack any sense of personality.

But the fact of the matter is, I really don't want to go and face his parents. Just because I can handle being ridiculed doesn't mean that I want to. And I'm sure Draco's going to get defensive about the entire topic, and that will only start an unavoidable argument. This entire supper is doomed already.

"I don't want to."

"Hermione," he said, stepping up to the bed. "I know it isn't the most pleasant thing to handle, but it has to be done. The sooner my parents know, the sooner we can get all of this out of the way."

"I doubt that. I'm a Mudblood still in their eyes. They'll never let this go. I think they'd sooner let me die a life of solitude than see us live happily together."

He caresses a hand across my cheek, and I lean into his touch. "Don't say that about yourself Hermione. After everything, there is a possibility that you aren't one anymore."

I jolt at his words, eyebrows lifting up. I didn't miss the almost hopeful tone in his voice. "So you're hoping that because I have Siren blood in me, that I'm not a Mudblood? Maybe a mixed-blood, or even a cross-blood would be more appropriate, but Merlin forbid I remain a Muggle-born when we finally wed!"

"I didn't mean it like that," Draco says sincerely, grasping my hands. I almost pull away, but decide to sit and see what he has to say. "All I'm saying is that you don't know for sure anymore. Maybe you're a Half-blood or something. You never know."

"Still better than a-"

"Don't even say it Hermione," he sighs, shaking his head. "I didn't say anything about that, you did. Look, I decided to give into this deal and in the process I did learn to fall for you without needing to know if you're something other than a Muggle-born."

"Such a change of heart."

"You should know. Is everything okay? You're freaking out over nothing."

I purse my lips. Am I?

"We should go down to dinner," I grumble, standing. Apparently he doesn't want to get into another argument, and silently agrees. I'm just glad that we aren't going to talk about my mood swing.

Mood swings- oh Merlin. It's way too early for this nonsense. Maybe I've just stressed myself out.

Following Draco's lead we descend to the dining room, a place that reeks of death. I don't ask what once took place here, and instead press my lips together tightly. I don't quite think I want to know.

His parents sit towards the head of the table, not even looking our way. I almost stop walking when I spot Lucius, the once proud owner of the Manor and follower of Voldemort. He still sits with his head held high, pompous and arrogant as always. But the age-old scars that I've never noticed before shine through, thin lines that each have their own tales.

I never thought about a Death Eater having scars. They always seemed to be the ones dealing them out.

He looks my way as we approach, and I'm rather surprised when Draco surpasses his parents and moves to sit at the head of the table, beckoning for me to sit down to his right. It's a little surprising- I thought Lucius would still sit at the head of the table, no matter how far he had fallen.

Then again, he had spent time in Azkaban thinking over his life and his mistakes. Maybe that gave him time to look at the world through different eyes.

I almost laugh out loud at that thought. No, it's much more likely that Draco just sits here now because a wizard 'technically' comes of age at seventeen, and he's eighteen now. Technically that would make him the 'man' of the house.

I stop there. I'm puzzling over such insignificant pieces of the puzzle right now.

Dinner begins silently, and if I dropped by spoon I'm sure it would sound like a gunshot. I don't have the nerve to begin a conversation, and take the silence as my opportunity to try and gauge the Malfoy's reactions to my presence- other than complete distaste.

"She can't stay here Draco," Lucius says, eventually breaking the suffocating silence. I gulp down by bite of food, feeling the tension rising in the room. Subtly isn't his strong suit, obviously. He's acting like I'm not even in the room.

"Father," Draco snaps, glaring at the elder man. "It's not that simple. It's complicated-"

"You fell for a Mudblood," he snaps, glaring at me. "It's quite simple Draco. I won't have you tarnishing this bloodline with the likes of her."

"Don't call her that," my boyfriend retaliates, grasping my hand as he speaks. His parents eyes immediately zone in on our connection, and I'm very uncomfortable with everything that's going on. "Father, it's one of the ancient stories. It's something I can't control."

My head snaps around at that to stare at him, but he avoids my eyes. What's he going on about with these ancient stories? As far as I knew he knew nothing about Siren's before I brought it up, and he believed in their existence even less. My eyes narrow.

Why wouldn't he speak up about something like that? It doesn't seem like something that would need to be kept a secret.

"Which story?" his mother snaps, but I don't spare her a glance. I'm too busy trying to read my boyfriend's face. "What story Draco? Why didn't you mention that before?"

"Because you weren't listening," he grumbled, giving my hand a squeeze. I'm all ears now, interested in seeing what exactly he has to say about all of this. He has everyone's attention.

I sit back, listening to his tale. And I know a whole lot of screaming is going to come out of this.

By the time we make it back to his bedroom I'm considering if we should repeat our third year experience. I have half a mind to punch him for keeping things from me, but at the same time I want to hear his explanation as to why he kept the secret in the first place. I didn't ask while he was explaining for fear that it would catch his parents attention. But now we're alone and the gloves are coming off.

They kept glaring at me like this was all my fault. Technically it is since I'm the Siren, but we were made to be mates. That part isn't really my fault. I think the universe decided it or something.

Even as I storm to the bed and flop down, something else plagues my mind. As Draco told him tale, disregarding the amazing sex we've been having but revealing more than we told my parents, her eyes grew wide. I couldn't read the expression there, but she wouldn't look my way the rest of dinner. The house elves hid when Lucius finally unleashed his fury.

There are a lot of curse words in the English language, often placed strategically in parts of a sentence to make it more and more vile. Because Lucius used so very many curse words I'm going to sum it down to what he really had to say: he'd kill both of us before he let us wed, much less have a child. And he'd start with me.

That's about the time we left dinner. Draco's instincts kicked in, and it really wouldn't do for the pair to start an all-out fight over this the first night. Really, they need time for everything to sink in, and so do I.

"You're going to yell at me, aren't you?" he asked, eyeing me as I cross my arms. I don't even have to say anything for him to know that I'm mad at him. "Okay, okay fair, I should've told you. But come on Hermione, just hear me out."

"What's your excuse?" I sigh. "Hopefully it isn't as pathetic as your father's for us to not wed, especially the blood superiority. He might just never get over that one."

"I don't think he ever will. Just hear me out okay?"

"Okay."

He took a breath before moving across the room, coming to sit at my side on the bed. "It's not something that I knew initially, trust me. I only happened across this a few days ago. I was browsing through the library trying to kill some time when I found it. It was this little book tucked into a shelf, barely noticeable. I only bypassed it."

"So why did you stop?"

"Something about it was alluring," he admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "The title was in Latin for one thing, and it was listed under the myths section instead of the languages. So I had a look."

"You read Latin?"

He shrugged. "My parents required that I learn a foreign language. I can read and speak several now, but that's not really the point. See it was a bunch of tall tales, speaking of things that even wizards don't believe in. Or at least I thought so until I came to one about Siren's."

"A story similar to the one we discovered?"

"Quite, but if we hadn't put in the time and research to understand our situation first I doubt we would've believed the book either. But the thing about this book Hermione, is that it looked familiar. Then it hit me when we were sitting downstairs- my mother used to read it. I just remembered the cover from when I was younger. I thought maybe if I brought it up first that it wouldn't be as alarming to her, and it might help sway her even. Besides, saying we got some of our information out of the book makes it seem like we sort of used sources to understand everything."

"It's hard to find information on something that is hardly understood," I say, arching an eyebrow. "That's usually why it isn't understood."

"Maybe you're right," Draco sighs. "But I swear Hermione, it didn't offer up anything else useful. It's the same stuff we've read over and again, repeating itself."

"So you didn't do any early research after I told you about it initially?"

He crosses his fingers over his heart, making an 'x'. "I promise. Now please stop glaring at me."

I nod, a bit reluctant to drop the topic. He can get under my skin sometimes, and he knows it too, but he dashes away my irritation with a tender kiss, one that sends little spurts of happiness down to my toes. It's so easy for him to make me smile that it almost isn't fair.

Now if only Narcissa and Lucius weren't such a problem. After tonight I don't see us swaying either of them over all that easily, and it's going to take some time to convince them that this can't be stopped. Well, Narcissa at least. There's a possibility that Lucius might never accept, and I'd be lying if I said that didn't surprise me. He doesn't really seem that interested in accepting me as it is.

Draco warned me to stay away from him, because he's a little crooked. Now, I knew that before, but another trip to Azkaban can really mess a person up. If Lucius was a bit insane before then it worries me to wonder what he's like now.

He pulls back from the soft kiss, looking me over thoughtfully with almost playful. "I think a shower is in order. It's been a long day."

"Together you mean?"

He shrugs, grabbing my hand as we start towards the bathroom. "Why not?"

It sounds like a splendid idea to soothe down this stressful day, and I don't argue against it. We strip down, forgetting our clothing in the bedroom and he starts the water. His shower is as big as my bathroom back home. Oh Malfoy's and their extravagant things…

We're messing around, really just trying to bug one another when it happens. The floor is slick as we didn't remember to cast a charm, and he tries to tickle me. In an effort to avoid him I try to jump past him, and lose my balance in the process. I stumble, my stomach immediately heading towards the faucet below me.

I don't really think about what I'm doing at the time, but I manage to twist my body so that my shoulder hits it instead. This all happens much too fast for Draco to react, and he's only barely able to catch me before I sit the shower floor. The water is immediately turned off, and he's staring at me in concern.

I should be worried about the burning pain in my shoulder, but I can't be in this moment. My hands move around to clasp around my stomach, my body sighing contently knowing that I somehow managed to make a bigger mess of things, but keep my stomach safe in the process.

Draco hauls me out of the shower, placing me on the floor as he throws a towel around me. I smile and try to offer my thanks as he pulls out his wand, but when I look up my voice catches in my throat.

He's staring at me, grey eyes wide. I realize I look a bit strange, and press my lips together as I look further up into his eyes. That look of realization blossoming there keeps me from saying anything else.

I don't think anything needs to be said. He seems to be discovering the truth right now, as he looks down at me cradling my stomach.

A/n: I did not die, I promise. I got uninspired and couldn't make myself write for a bit, and then life took over. Not fantastic reasons, but hey, I am back with an update.

I don't know about a sequel happening with this story, mostly because I am not certain if I would be able to have the time to properly write one. I love this story very much and I would hate if the sequel didn't give it justice. But we'll see what happens in the next few weeks.

There's about 2-5 chapters left, unless something major happens. I'll let you know when the last chapter is coming dearies! Keep those reviews up, they help inspire!