CHAPTER SEVEN
"I think it is quite plain to understand. Two persons in Slytherin House, one being a son of your servant, would take a vow with an intelligent woman of muggle birth. Their child's blood would be the core element to a darker magic," Snape said.
"And what do you think this vow would be?" Voldemort questioned. His tone sent shivers through Severus.
"A vow that would join them to have a child. In the most traditional sense that vow is a wedding vow. The infant's blood would be desirable with the aid of dark magic. I still stand by my thought that there is a doubt that the son is Draco," he said.
The Dark Lord chuckled and said, "Who else would it be? It is true that my Death Eaters have many sons, but none like the Malfoy boy. He is the one the prophecy requires."
Snape's heartbeat increased ever so slightly, betraying his feelings to the Dark Lord. "Severus, did you honestly think you could be the son? Your muggle father never served me. Do you crave the girl that much?" Voldemort said tauntingly.
"When I have her child in my possession and Draco has no more use of her, I will give the girl to you. I require your assistance with her," Voldemort said.
"What does the little witch care most about? What is something she would die for?" Voldemort asked. Snape did not need to respond because Voldemort knew right away.
"Bellatrix!" Voldemort shouted. She came rushing in as soon as she heard her name. "Go to London and bring me the parents of Hermione Granger. Send Lucius in, we have a wedding to plan," he said smiling.