Caught Spying
A/N- This story is completed now, and I'm trying to edit it as much as I can.
Thank you to my beta readers, Kittyhawk58 and Miss Vampyre, for doing this chapter and the whole story.
I'm changing Hermione's middle name from Jean to Miranda.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and new characters' names.
Summary: Hermione is violated by Draco and is now carrying his children. Why? "It's very simple," he said, "I have an assignment." Will Hermione fall in love with her rapist and the father of her baby? Find out.
Chapter One: Asking
Seventeen-year-old Hermione Miranda Granger stepped into the bustling Gryffindor common room, her heavy leather bag slung haphazardly over her shoulder. The familiar warmth of the room enveloped her as she made her way over to one of the plush, red armchairs. She was deeply engrossed in the thick, worn volume in her hands, its pages filled with intricate spells and arcane knowledge that sparked her curiosity. The glow of the fireplace flickered softly, casting dancing shadows on her face as she read.
Just as she settled into her chair, one of her closest friends, sixteen-year-old Harry Potter, suddenly blocked her path. He looked a bit dishevelled, his hair even wilder than usual and his glasses slipping down his nose. Hermione glanced up, her brow slightly furrowed with annoyance, but she shifted her focus to Harry as he spoke. This was the second time that day he had interrupted her reading, and she could sense the urgency in his tone.
"Please, Hermione?" he implored, his green eyes wide and pleading.
Hermione let out a long sigh, her exasperation evident as she rolled her eyes at his antics. "No, Harry," she replied, her voice steady but tinged with an air of exasperation. It felt as if they had gone through this exchange countless times before.
Harry, not one to give up easily, dropped to his knees in front of her, looking up at her with an expression so pitiful it was almost comical. "Please, please, please, with a cherry on top?" he begged, his sincerity mingling with a hint of desperation.
Hermione couldn't suppress a laugh despite herself, but she quickly composed her expression. "Harry, please stop and get off the floor, for heaven's sake," she responded, shaking her head in mock disapproval.
Yet Harry was undeterred. He leaned closer, his voice taking on a tone of utter sincerity as he repeated, "Hermione, please."
With a firm shake of her head, Hermione replied decisively, "No. N-O. No spells, Harry!" Her tone left no room for further discussion, and she resolutely reopened her book, trying to immerse herself in the text once again before he could plead with her one more time.
But Harry, quick on his feet, snatched the book out of her hands with a flash of determination. He looked at her with a combination of hope and desperation, and before she could interject, he rushed to speak. "Hermione, listen—"
"Hermione, if you do this, I promise I won't ask you for anything else all year! Seriously!" Harry pleaded, his green eyes wide with desperation. The urgency in his voice suggested it was something crucial. He added, "It's not about spells, I swear."
After a moment's pause, Hermione sighed deeply, her frustration evident. "Fine, Harry," she muttered as they shook hands, sealing the pact in a playful yet serious manner. So, what exactly do you need me to do? It better not be about homework!"
The immediate look of concern on Hermione's face made Harry gulp slightly, imagining the repercussions if it turned out he was asking her to help him with another assignment. "No, no! It's not homework. I need you to follow Malfoy around and spy on him," he clarified, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
Hermione rolled her eyes at the thought but found herself slightly amused. "Fine," she retorted, her tone mixed with exasperation and reluctant acceptance. She snatched her book back from him, clutching it close.
After this brief yet significant exchange, Harry finally departed, leaving Hermione in her favourite armchair by the fire, ready to immerse herself in her reading. She opened "Advanced Potion-Making" by Libatius Borage with excitement, a book she had eagerly bought during their recent weekend trip to Hogsmeade.
Time flew as she lost herself in the complex world of potions and magical concoctions, finishing it in record time. Once she set the book down, it was only natural for her to turn her attention to her schoolwork. Hermione diligently completed her essays for both Potions and Charms before finally retiring to bed, satisfied with her productivity.
The next morning, Hermione awoke to the soft light filtering through the curtains of her dormitory. She stretched, showered, and quickly put on her Hogwarts uniform, neatly tucking her shirt and adjusting her tie. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she felt ready to tackle the day ahead.
Making her way down to the common room, she glanced at the large clock mounted on the wall and frowned. "My boys are late, yet again," she thought to herself, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited. After a few moments of anxious anticipation, Hermione turned towards the staircase. She spotted two familiar figures descending—the tall, redheaded form of Ron and the shorter, raven-haired silhouette of Harry.
With a bright smile breaking through her earlier impatience, she called out, "You ready?" Her eyes twinkled with a mix of warmth and exasperation as she looked at both boys, preparing herself for whatever antics the day might hold.
"Hermione, when aren't we ready?" Ron asked incredulously, his eyes widening with mock surprise. He paused for a moment, clearly contemplating his next words before promptly opening his mouth again. "Oh, wait! Don't answer that."
With a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips, Hermione shook her head, her laughter dancing in her eyes. She then turned her gaze toward Harry, silently urging him to follow her lead. The trio made their way out of the cozy Gryffindor common room, the warmth of their shared space fading behind them as they headed toward the Great Hall, anticipation for breakfast driving their steps.
As they pushed open the heavy oak doors of the Great Hall, a wave of chatter and the delicious aroma of food enveloped them. They navigated through the throng of students before claiming their usual seats at the long Gryffindor table. The three friends eagerly began filling their plates with a hearty breakfast—crispy bacon, fluffy scrambled eggs, and a generous serving of toast, while their goblets filled with pumpkin juice, the bright colour reflecting the morning sun streaming through the enchanted ceiling.
Hermione, always conscious of the time, consumed her meal rapidly, her mind partly occupied with the looming exams and the seemingly endless essays Professor Snape had burdened them with. Glancing at the clock suspended above the head table, she felt a familiar rush of urgency. She abruptly halted mid-sentence and gathered her things.
"See you in Transfiguration," Hermione informed Harry and Ron, her tone bright yet tinged with determination as she slung her bag over her shoulder, the weight of it familiar yet grounding.
"Sure, Hermione, see you there!" Harry called back, his voice slightly muffled by the food he was busy chewing, while Ron remained engrossed in his plate, oblivious to their exchange.
With a purposeful stride, Hermione made her way to the door, blissfully unaware of the pair of sharp grey eyes tracking her every move from across the hall. A pale figure, tottering with unconscious stealth, rose from the Slytherin table and, under cover of bustling students, followed her example, slipping out unnoticed by either Harry or Ron.
As she ascended the spiral staircase toward Transfiguration Class, Hermione's thoughts shifted to the day ahead. The spell of breakfast gave way to an air of academia. It was then that she became aware of footsteps echoing behind her.
Turning slightly, she glanced back over her shoulder and caught sight of Draco Malfoy. He was striding toward her with measured confidence, his expression one of predatory intent.
"Mudblood," Draco drawled, his voice laced with the same condescension that had become his trademark. He halted just a few steps away, the distance between them charged with the familiar tension that accompanied their encounters.
"Ferret, you need to leave. No one wants you around," Hermione said firmly, her voice laced with frustration. She turned on her heel, determined to walk away from him and put some distance between them. However, in a swift motion, he reached out and grasped her upper arm tightly, halting her steps and pulling her back. The suddenness of his grip sent a jolt of surprise through her, and she felt a mix of annoyance and unease at his refusal to let her go.
He effortlessly spun her around, drawing her close against him, the warmth of his body enveloping her as he buried his face in her hair. The familiar scent of her shampoo mixed with a hint of lingering perfume filled his senses, but the moment was tinged with an edge of dark amusement. With a sly smirk playing on his lips, he leaned closer, his voice low and authoritative. "You should be more careful about what you say to me," he admonished, his grip on her waist firm and unyielding as if he sought to both reassure and intimidate her. The air between them crackled with tension, each word heavy with implication.
"Malfoy! Let me go!" Hermione shouted, her voice a mixture of anger and desperation as she twisted in his grasp. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, a stark contrast to her cold determination. Every attempt to break free only seemed to amplify Draco's grip, which was firm. The tension between them crackled in the air, igniting a fierce determination within her. Hermione's heart raced—not just from the struggle but from the knowledge that she couldn't let him have the upper hand.
"No," he whispered, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down her spine as he leaned closer, his warm breath ghosting over her neck. The subtle warmth enveloped Hermione, drawing her attention to the sensation, and she found herself momentarily frozen, caught between confusion and curiosity. She stopped struggling, her heart racing as she tried to decipher his intentions. What could have compelled him to act in such an intimate way? The weight of the moment hung in the air, and Hermione couldn't help but wonder what lay behind his unexpected gesture.
Hermione struggled in Draco's grasp as he held her tightly, his wand pointed at her stomach. Behind them, they heard a familiar voice yelling, "Malfoy!" Harry and Ron appeared, their wands drawn and pointed at Draco. Hermione could see rage and fear in their eyes as they glared at Draco. She couldn't move or speak, her heart racing with fear and confusion.
Draco's eyes flicked up to look at the two boys, then back down to Hermione. With a steady hand, he positioned his wand just above her womb and spoke an incantation that made no sense to Harry or Ron. But Draco saw it clearly - a beam of white light shooting straight into Hermione's body.
"Let me go, Malfoy!" Hermione shouted, her voice strained and desperate as she struggled against his iron grip. The world around her spun in a dizzying blur, and she felt the sharp tug of pain radiating through her limbs where he held her too tightly. The shouts of Harry and Ron pierced through the chaos, but their voices seemed distant and muffled, overshadowed by the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She could feel her heart racing, pounding fiercely in her chest, as panic set in. The discomfort was overwhelming, a mix of fear and frustration that made her fight against his hold even harder, but it only seemed to tighten with her every movement.
Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding wildly. She could feel the boys' eyes on her, their faces a mix of fear and fury. But she wouldn't give Draco the satisfaction of seeing her squirm.
"You're pathetic, Malfoy," she hissed through gritted teeth, trying to keep her voice steady. "Is this how you get your kicks? Threatening helpless people?"
Draco's grip on her arm tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Oh, I'm just getting started, Granger. You see, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. To show you your place, to make you understand just how powerless you really are."
His wand pressed against her throat, and Hermione could feel the magic crackling in the air. She glanced at Harry and Ron, silently pleading with them not to do anything rash. They were outnumbered, and any sudden moves could make the situation even worse.
"What do you want?" Hermione asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Draco's lips curled into a cruel smile. "What I want, Mudblood..."
Draco leaned in and passionately kissed Hermione's cheek, leaving her momentarily stunned. With a mischievous grin, he then playfully propelled her towards Harry and Ron, who stood nearby, wide-eyed. They instinctively reached out and caught her, the force of Draco's push causing her to stumble slightly. Quickly, they maneuvered her behind them, forming a protective barrier.
With their wands drawn and ready, they directed their unwavering gazes at Malfoy, who sauntered into the Transfiguration classroom with a confident smirk. The atmosphere was charged, and tension hung thick in the air as the three of them braced for whatever might unfold next.
"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry asked with genuine concern, glancing back at her as soon as Malfoy's arrogant figure disappeared around the corner. The tension in the air lingered, thick as the clouds rolling in outside.
"I'm not sure," Hermione replied, her voice wavering slightly. She lifted her shirt to examine her stomach, hoping to find reassurance in the absence of any marks or signs from Malfoy's spell. The skin there looked perfectly normal, unmarred and smooth, but the unease in her gut remained.
Ron, noticing her unease, gave her a sympathetic look. He instinctively reached for her bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Let's get into the classroom, guys," he suggested, trying to steer the group away from their worries. The three friends shuffled down the corridor, still caught in a web of anxiety from their encounter with Malfoy.
Despite Hermione's earlier decision to attend class rather than rush to the infirmary, apprehension gnawed at her. Her thoughts spun as she weighed her options. The level-headed part of her insisted that there was nothing truly wrong. Still, the nagging feeling in her chest told her otherwise. Ultimately, she reminded herself of her priorities, focusing on the importance of her education.
After what felt like an eternity, classes finally ended, and the trio made their way toward the Great Hall for supper. As they walked, Ron and Harry began animatedly debating their food choices, their previous worries about Malfoy swiftly fading into the background. The tantalizing smells wafting from the hall made their mouths water in anticipation of the feast ahead.
However, Hermione lagged a little behind; her brow furrowed in thought. No matter how hard she tried to join in their lighthearted banter, the ominous feeling that had settled over her earlier refused to dissipate. It clung to her like a shadow, and she couldn't shake the persistent worry about the implications of Malfoy's spell despite the absence of any immediate effects.
-After Dinner-
After finishing her food, Hermione leisurely pulled out a new book to read. She managed to get After immersing herself in more than a couple of chapters of her book, Hermione was suddenly jolted from her concentration by a sharp gasp from Ginny. Looking up, Hermione spotted a large, majestic owl gliding gracefully through the air, its wings outstretched and carrying a letter securely in its talons. With a sense of excitement, she reached out to take the letter, carefully untying it from the owl's leg.
Grateful for the bird's delivery, Hermione quickly poured some fresh water into a bowl and tore off a small piece of turkey from her lunch, offering it to the owl as a token of gratitude. The owl hooted softly as if acknowledging her gesture before taking a quick sip and nibbling the meat.
Turning her attention back to the letter, Hermione's heart raced as she recognized the familiar flowing script of her mother's handwriting. As she began to unfold the parchment, a sense of anticipation bubbled within her. Ginny, unable to contain her curiosity, leaned closer, her eyes wide with intrigue.
"Hey, Hermione, what's in the letter?" Ginny asked, her voice brimming with excitement. She was eager to share in her friend's moment.
With a bright smile spreading across her face, Hermione's eyes sparkled as she read the news that made her heart leap with joy. "My mom is pregnant with twins!" she exclaimed, unable to hold back her enthusiasm and delight at the wonderful news. The joy in her voice resonated through the room, filling it with warmth and happiness.
"Wow, Hermione! You're going to be a big sister! Do you know if the babies are going to be boys or girls yet?" Ginny exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"No, the letter didn't specify, but it's probably still too early to tell," Hermione replied, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and wonder. "Remember, my parents are Muggles, so they don't have access to the kinds of spells we do to determine the babies' genders.
Curiosity flickered in Harry's eyes as he leaned forward, his drink momentarily forgotten. "Hermione, what else did the letter say?" he asked, eager to learn more.
With a playful lilt in her voice, Hermione beamed and announced, "I'm going to be an older sister!" She let the words roll off her tongue like a delightful secret shared between friends.
"That's fantastic news, Hermione!" Harry said, a warm smile spreading across his face as he reached out to give her a big, heartfelt hug.
"Absolutely, Hermione. H. That's really awesome!" Ron chimed in, his mouth full as he took another hearty bite of food; his eyes were wide with genuine happiness for his friend.
"Thanks, Harry and Ron! It means a lot to me," Hermione replied, her cheeks slightly flushed with joy. "But now, I really need to head to the library and tackle some of those essays that are piling up." With that, she neatly placed her napkin on her plate, and with a flick of her wrist, she vanished the remnants of her meal, sending it all to the kitchens with a satisfying pop.
As Hermione rose from her seat, she turned to her friends and waved goodbye, her heart heavy with the weight of the evening's laughter and camaraderie. They continued their pleasant conversations, blissfully unaware that she had been under observation the entire time. What she failed to notice was that a familiar figure had discreetly risen from his table and was now trailing her.
With purpose, Hermione left the Great Hall, her footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor as she made her way toward the library. The promise of quiet and knowledge beckoned her, a sanctuary away from the noise and chaos of the feast. However, as she approached the library entrance, her heart sank at the sight of the heavy wooden doors firmly closed, a small sign hanging from the latch that read, "I'll be back in five minutes." A sigh escaped her lips, a mix of disappointment and impatience, and she rummaged through her bag, pulling out a well-worn book that she had intended to read later.
Just as she settled against the wall, ready to immerse herself in the pages, an unexpected chill skittered down her spine. Suddenly, an arm shot around her waist, pulling her fiercely against a hard, unyielding body. A large hand clamped over her mouth, stifling any cry for help before it could escape her lips. Panic surged within her as she fought against the iron grip, her heart racing as she struggled to break free.
Before she could gather her thoughts or mount a proper defence, her captor steered her into a shadowy nook to the right, and she felt her back collide with the cold stone wall. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she beheld the face of her captor, Draco Malfoy. A smug grin spread across his features, amplifying the cruel glint in his eyes. She could see his wand glimmering ominously in his other hand, ready to unleash whatever plan he had in store for her.
Hermione stood frozen for a moment as she heard Malfoy utter a cryptic incantation, the syllables rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. "Somnus Meus Victor." The unfamiliar words sent a shiver down her spine, and before she could fully comprehend their meaning, a veil of darkness swept over her. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and in an instant, her body became utterly limp, falling against him as if all strength had vanished.
Draco, with a flicker of triumph in his eyes, swiftly pocketed his wand, the cool metal disappearing beneath the fabric of his trousers. He glanced nervously around the dimly lit cove, ensuring they were alone. The silence of the empty corridor amplified the thud of his heart. Satisfied that no one was lurking nearby, he clenched Hermione's unconscious form against him, his grip firm but not unkind.
Without pausing, he darted through the shadowy hallways, his footsteps echoing softly against the stone. He ascended two flights of stairs, the weight of her body a surprising burden in addition to the adrenaline coursing through him. Each step felt like a leap into the unknown, the thrill mingling with a sense of urgency as he navigated the castle's labyrinth, intent on reaching a destination that held secrets only he knew.
A/N— This is an update regarding the story's current progress. The enhancements made in this iteration mark a significant improvement over the previous two versions. Notably, the spells featured in the narrative are presented in Latin. The translations were sourced from a website, and while I have done my best to ensure their accuracy, I apologize in advance if there are any errors. The spells have the following English translations:
Spell #1 - Somnus Meus Victor = Sleep my victim
I anticipate that Chapter Two will be completed soon and that it will be improved in quality and length.
Thank you for your attention.