A Last Request

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*Authors Note* - I was just going to make this a one shot but if i get enough response to write more I will. I have never put up a story without finishing it first so we will see where that goes. Well here's the basics, if you like it review if you don't click the back botton. Unless there is a spelling error, which there better not be or else my spell check will be so fired, anyway if it isn't a misspelled word or a word left out of a sentence I don't care. I am not changing this part for any reason, so take it as it is. However if there is something you'd like to see in the future of this story, if there is a future, feel free and if I feel it would fit i would be honored to use it. And one more thing, this is FAN FICTION as in not real, so I don't want to hear that's not real or that would never happen. It's not, this stuff is purely for fun and the only one who knows how one of these charecters really are is JK Rowling. No one else knows what they would or wouldn't do that's not for us to decide now is it? Anyway enough of my rant I do hope you enjoy! If you want me to continue let me know. Thanks! Thanks to my beta!



A FINAL REQUEST


I brushed my hair as I did every night right before I turned in. Last on my list of things to do right before bed, right after taking a shower and brushing my teeth. I looked at myself in the mirror and studied myself. I was wearing a nightdress similar to the one Wendy from Peter Pan had worn, only mine was white and I filled it out more, as she was a bit younger than I. The waist had an elastic band that hugged right under my bosom, which pushed a bit of cleavage out of the top of the gown. The cap sleeves clung tightly to my shoulders, but not too tight that it was uncomfortable. Under the elastic band the rest of the gown flowed loosely not completely hiding the curve of my hips. My hair was now down to my mid back. I was finally comfortable with it now that it wasn’t so unmanageable. My hair was actually quite nice, wavy, soft and an attractive shade of brown that matched so perfectly with my eyes. After I put the brush down on the nightstand I pulled my hair back with a hair tie and headed over to my bed.

I loved my position as head girl. Not only did I get more responsibilities, but I also got the luxuries that came along with it. Like my own room, yes so what if it was connected to a common room I shared with the head boy. Calvin McDurmany, a Ravenclaw, was pleasant enough. Although at times he was hard to get up when we were needed after hours, a heavy sleeper that one was. Kind of on the cranky side when he didn’t get enough sleep as well. It was his fault sometimes really. If he didn’t sneak out late with his friends he wouldn’t have that problem. Then he’d have to make a ruckus as he came in, waking me up. Well I began to get used to it and found sometimes I’d slept right though it. The only reason I would find out was by him apologizing for coming in late again and making noise. Other than that he kept up on all his duties and never complained. We got along really well.

I turned my bed down and climbed into it, slipping out of my slippers in the process. My lights turned out with the whisper of a spell.

I must have fallen asleep, for the next thing I know I woke to sound of my door being knocked on. Odd, I thought. Calvin must have need of something.

“It’s unlocked.” I called. I never locked my door, no need to.

The door open suddenly to reveal Calvin’s semi-silhouetted body, only it wasn’t Calvin it was… I squinted my eyes it was hard to tell, it was dark… no it couldn’t be I thought. Was it… Draco Malfoy? It couldn’t be… could it?

Before I had the chance to grab my wand or yell for help he silenced and bound me with a spell that was similar to the spell I had used on Neville Longbottom in my first year, only this one didn’t make me stiff as a board. I fell back limply against my pillow. I followed his movement with my eyes that were still able to move and blink.

He went over and lifted my tennis shoes and shrunk them and put them into his pocket. He grabbed my black school robe and my wand. My mind was racing. Why was he grabbing my things? Why was he here? How did he get into my common room let alone the school? He was wanted. He was on the Ministry’s list of the wanted ever since the end of our sixth year when he and Professor Snape had disappeared after Dumbledore was killed and the school had been attacked.

He then moved to the side of my bed. He stood there looking at me for a couple of seconds then grabbed my covers and pulled them back. He put my wand in his pocket with my shoes and then he moved closer with my cloak… was he putting it on me? Why? Where were we going? Why? I was panicking, as much as I tried to calm myself I was panicking! This is just a dream, this is just a dream, right? I repeated over and over to myself.

After he fastened my robes together and pulled my hood up to cover my head he… there is no way he was going to lift me I thought. No way he could lift me over his shoulders, not just one but he was going to put me over the back of both of them. Since when has Draco Malfoy ever been strong, with anything at that? Yet he was. Wow he was stronger than I thought. He did, he actually did it. He lifted me hoisting me over the back of his shoulders and draped me across them. One hand held my wrists and the other held tightly to my covered right inner thigh while my left rested on his hand.

Oh no we were leaving! He headed out of my bedroom door, paused, then continued to head out of the head’s common room, but paused right before the exit and spoke.

“I wonder if I would have been head boy? I probably would have. If …I … if things would have happened differently I guess. Could you imagine it, you and me heads? The way it used to be. The way I used to be. I’d feel sorry for anyone who would have to be in the same room with us. I wonder if things would have changed, even then… before…” he drifted off staring at the room. I wondered what he meant by that… the way it used to be, the way he used to be… used to be, what did that mean and if things would have changed even then? What was he on about? I really wanted to know. Yes I do think that he would have been made head boy. Not sure why but I am certain he would have made it for the same reasons he had made prefect. But the whole ‘the way I used to be’ ‘I wonder if things would have changed even then’ kept replaying itself in my head. I just didn’t understand. His grip on me tightened and we left the room.

I started to panic once again. More than any strange occurrence that night I wanted to know why he had come in the middle of the night, taken me from my bed and was now headed to a destination unknown by me. What was that destination? Or he probably has come for the famous Hermione Granger, mudblood and best friend to Harry Potter. He was probably going to bring me to Voldemort and the rest of the death eaters so they could torture me or use me to get to Harry and torture me. If they weren’t even going to give me a fighting chance just kill me now. But why bring my shoes and wand? That doesn’t make any sense. None of this makes sense. All right Hermione think! Think! I urged myself. Why did Draco Malfoy of all people come and take you? And why did he bring your shoes and wand if he planned on hurting you? Draco Malfoy isn’t one for a fair fight. He knows you can best him, that is another reason he hates you so. He hates me. Oh this is so frustrating, it just doesn’t make any sense!

He moved swiftly but quietly through the corridors of Hogwarts and if I didn’t know any better I would have thought that he had this all planned out or something. I felt the cold late February air hit as soon as we left the castle. I was very thankful that he had put my cloak on. I couldn’t imagine how much colder I would have been if he hadn’t. Even though I didn’t even have so much as socks on my feet my cloak covered them since my legs were bent to fit and be a comfortable weight proportion around his shoulders.

I watched as we approached the gates that were no longer protected by the wards of Hogwarts. I felt silly wishing that Harry and Ron were still here, knowing that they weren’t. Harry stuck by what he had said at the end of our sixth year. He said that he most likely wouldn’t come back this year and he didn’t. Neither did Ron. I wouldn’t have but Headmistress McGonagall pleaded with me to return. So I did as head girl like Dumbledore had already planned. I am glad I did. I have helped out a great deal and have learned so much. She didn’t ask Harry to stay; she knew his answer as she did with Ron. Harry said that it was best for the school and its students if he didn’t return. And with all honesty he was right. When parents had heard that Harry wouldn’t be returning to the school they let their children go believing that the only reason left for there to be another attack on the school was if Harry was there. No Harry, no more attacks. So Ron and Harry would share in this adventure alone, well not completely just without me. I heard all about the things they had encountered and on the occasion they sent for my help, Some things just never changed. I was glad for that. I really felt like I should be there with them, so when they would ask for help it was my way of pulling my weight. It’s hard being pulled in different directions. Harry had told me that I should look at it as if I were guarding Hogwarts that it was my post. I couldn’t help but laugh, I agreed it’s true. However I felt as if he wanted me to protect more than just the school but also its inhabitants and one certain one in fact, Ginny Weasley. Not that that firecracker needed any watching over. Well so much for guarding, I couldn’t even protect myself. Here none other than Draco Malfoy was hauling me off in the middle of the night.

He exited the grounds, stopped, and set me on my feet. The ground was very cold. He held me tightly to his body with his left arm. He reached over to a bush pulling back what looked like a bottle. It was a portkey. His arm with the bottle wrapped around me joining the other. He pulled me even closer if it were possible. I felt like all the air was being pushed out of me and my bones soon to join. The next thing I knew I felt a familiar tug on my navel. I wondered if that is what being sucked inside out would feel like. I felt like we were spinning forever lost in the magic of the portkey.

Finally we landed in a room and I heard the bottle hit and roll on the floor. He almost lost grip on me, but held me fast. My hood covered my face so I couldn’t see my surroundings. We were in a room and I was warm that was all I could gather. Finally he picked me up bridal style and carried me. He put me down on something extremely soft. He pushed the hood of my cloak back and unfastened it. I looked around as much as I could still only able to move my eyes. I was in a bedroom. Was it his? I was not sure.
He backed away from me and pointed his wand. I closed my eyes ready for the end. Why he went thought all that to kill me now was beyond me.

I was too busy being ready for the kill that I didn’t realize that I could move at first. Not until I felt my fists clinch. When nothing else happened I opened my eyes one at a time then lifted my arms and moved them around a bit. I looked over towards Malfoy sitting up on my elbows to get a better look. He was leaning over a desk palms flat head hung.

He stayed silent. I hadn’t heard him say a word since we left my common room. I looked around some more to observe my surroundings. To possibly find some way out, perhaps if I could reach the bottle it would take me right back to where it had taken us from. Some portkeys were one way and others, well most others were two way. If I left he still had my wand and I would have no way to protect myself. It was probably better to observe the situation before I made a rash move.

I couldn’t understand why he was just standing there saying nothing doing nothing. I sat up a little more and remembered the soft bed underneath me. It was like an extremely thick comforter filled with feathers. I was just about to investigate what it was made out of when I heard him move. My head shot in his direction. He was now looking at me. I bit my lip to try and control the urge to speak. To ask the reason why he had brought me here.

“Hermione… Granger…aarrggg! Whatever look you are probably wondering why you are here.” He started slowly in a soft tone unlike any tone I had ever heard fall from his lips. I didn’t answer I just stayed quiet urging him to continue.

“Right then, my father is dead, it will be in the papers most likely in the morning. My mother is in hiding, for how much longer I do not know. They’ll find her like they had my father. They’ll find me too. By morning, that’s when it’s been commanded. I’m the last Malfoy… the last.” He stopped for a moment and moved closer to me. I was shocked this wasn’t at all like I was expecting. I am not quite sure what I was expecting but this was defiantly not it. Why was he telling me this? Did he need help was he asking for it? But why not just ask me where he had found me or have gone to McGonagall?

“I’ve never hated you. At times I suppose but not actually hate. Does that make sense?” He asked. I wanted to say that nothing that has happened in the last hour has but I just tilted my head to let him know I was listening. Like I had the choice really, but I probably would have anyway. I don’t know why I just never believed him to be as bad or as mean as he put on. Secretly even after Dumbledore I still didn’t. After Harry had told us what had happened, that it was Snape who had to do it because Malfoy couldn’t. He said he had to do it all because of his family. And when Harry found him in the boys’ lavatory. He said he was crying and scared. Well before Harry used that stupid curse he found in that book. I told him not to read and use that stupid thing but oh no… anyway, back to the situation.

Malfoy looked at me differently than I had ever seen him look. I couldn’t figure out what he was feeling or trying to say.

“I will probably be killed tomorrow if not tomorrow soon. I just can’t do things, I just can’t. I’ll die because of it. My father stood up for me, now look at him. He made my mother leave. She’ll die too. I wish I could take things back, fix things, take offers that were made but I was too stupid to… I’ve never hated you.” He said again. Yes! I know you have said this! I yelled in my head at him. The next thing he said threw me though a loop. “You are smart and a wonderful witch. I’ve heard people say that you are the best witch of our age of any age. I agree with them. Magic chose you. Magic chooses everyone who posses it. Look at Squibs. They come from pure bloodlines and magic didn’t choose them. What I’m saying is Magic is pure in itself, no blood is found in magic only magic in the blood. That was hard for me to say, harder for me to say out loud especially to you than when I had learned it.”

My mind was spinning. I was even more confused then I was when first taken. What on earth was he trying to say? Was this like his last chance of redemption? Was I his last opportunity to rest in peace and be saved from his own actions and hatred? I watched him pace the floor, watched the walls of his world break and deteriorate around him. His face filled with sorrow, fright, and longing. Longing for what I didn’t know. But I was sure I would find out soon enough. He suddenly turned toward me taking a few small steps in my direction.

“Tell me, honestly do you hate me, have you always hated me?” He asked his voice full of the emotion that was written all over his face. I wasn’t expecting the question. I had to speak now he didn’t leave me the choice.

“Honestly I don’t know. At times I felt like I did, but hate is strong. I hate Voldemort. I hold no compassion for that… that thing.” I saw him slightly flinch at the name. “But with you, no honestly I don’t, never did.” Why did I say that why not just say yes. Yes I hated you… you…traitor. But the truth is I didn’t hate him. He did ask for the truth. I had to honor that. A small smile graced his face for a moment then it was gone.

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did. Look at all the things I did the things I’ve said and all the bloody things I am responsible for.” He landed on the foot of the bed head in hands. My wand was sticking out of his back pocket. I could easily grab it hex him and leave. But I had to stay. I just had to. I felt compelled to stay to listen for whatever reason he had brought me here. “I’ve made a mess of so much. I had opportunities to change things, to make things right before they went so wrong. They offered me help but I was to scared.” He began to weep, like a small child.

My heart felt heavy and my eyes started to water. My heart was breaking for him. His life was falling apart. It probably has been for a while. I wanted so badly to reach out to him to comfort him and tell him everything was going to be all right. But I couldn’t because my words wouldn’t be of the truth. Truth is I didn’t know if anything would be all right. I didn’t know if he would live to see another sunset. Truth was I was too scared to move, what if this was some sick joke of toying with my emotions and then torturing me for touching him.

After a few moments he seemed to compose himself. With a slight apology for breaking down he wiped his eyes and stood back up. I again remained silent. He paced for a few more minutes. I wanted so badly to ask why I was there, why had he brought me here. Finally I had to know.

“Are you going to kill me?” I asked trying to keep every ounce of dignity about me. He froze. He looked up at me with a confused expression. Then realization settled in.

“No, that is not why you are here. No one told me to bring you here. This is my doing. My intentions are not to harm you… I brought you here to ask something of you.” He sat back down at the foot of the bed once more. He played with his fingertips by tapping them together.

I exhaled glad he wasn’t going to hurt me. I didn’t feel like that was why I was here, but I just had to ask. But now the question was “Why? What is it?” I asked quietly not wanting to upset him once more. I have never been around him like this before and I didn’t now how his temperaments worked. All I have ever seen out of him has been arrogance, jealousy, and hatred. Every once in a while I think I misjudged some thinking they were one of those but in fact they were feelings of hurt.

“I…” He began. “I am the last Malfoy. I don’t think I’ll make it past another day. I’ve been on the run for a while and I think my luck is running out fast. I’ve pushed it as far as it goes. And I am… afraid. My mother might, survive. They may spare her, maybe not. It doesn’t matter I am still the last…”

I sat there waiting for him to continue. I was trying my best to try and make sense of what and why he was telling me this and what is was that he needed from me.

“Right before my mother fled she begged me to… to… make an heir, to impregnate a witch of my choosing. The only one who stood out in my mind was… you.” All the color from my face drained away not leaving even an ounce of anything but shear white behind. I felt as if I was going to pass out and for the life of me I have no idea why I didn’t. He never looked at me as he told me this, kept looking at his hands as his fingers nervously moved about. He was nervous. Well he did just ask me the unbelievable. Well not asked but I felt it coming.

“You are the most brilliant witch I have ever known, you are kind, loving, loyal, and if anything messes with something you love you turn into something even the scariest creature would be frightened of. And you are very attractive. No matter what I’ve said in the past I never meant any of it. Well except your hair it was a bit… and your teeth but I… well anyway. If you were Slytherin I would have been all over you. But being as things were and being as how I was.” Was he buttering me up? What is he doing? Who is this really? My mind kept asking after everything he had said. It was strange hearing Draco Malfoy speak like this. “Bloody hell listen to me, I don’t even know who I am. Listen, I need to carry on the Malfoy name. You could start it anew, start it over, make it good. Give the Malfoy name respect and make it… good.”

“What if it’s a girl?” What, that’s the thing I decided to say?! After everything he said and all the things I could have said or asked, ‘what if it’s a girl?”! “What I mean is if I were to do this there is no guarantee that a boy would come out of this.” If I were to do this?! What is wrong with me?

“I know and it doesn’t matter as long as the blood line continues. She’d have to have my name until she married then it would be first middle maiden last.”

“Malfoy, and what parents would she or he have? Just me? During this time? Not that one parent can’t provide enough love, but still. I would be alone.”

“No you wouldn’t. You’d have your family, your friends. They would do anything for you.”

“And I tell them what ‘hi I am pregnant with Draco Malfoy’s child, no he’s dead so he won’t be a part of his child’s life.' Oh that would go over really well and how about ‘hello there mystery man you love me and want to have a family? Oh what’s that? Yes that’s my baby. What? Oh no the father and I aren’t together I had his baby cause he didn’t know if he was going to live or die the next day so I thought hey what the hell, yeah sure I’ll give up my virginity to give him a child that will never know him’, yes that just sounds like a great idea!” I was starting to get a little upset; the fire was definitely burning. That was until I saw the look on his face. My fire quickly put itself out.

“If they loved you they would understand and respect any decision you made.”

“Look Malfoy, if it were anyone else’s perhaps but it would be with you. They’d flip or think that I have. Besides I have never been with anyone. My virginity means something to me.”

“I’ve never been with anyone either. And don’t think that this is some line just so I don’t die a virgin. If that were the case I’d have gone to Pansy or someone.” He said with a shutter. “I know you were probably going to wait until you were married heck I’d even offer that to you. But in all honesty that wouldn’t be fair to you.”

“Why is that?” I asked. Why would that be unfair for him to marry me but to carry and raise his child not?

“Because when a Malfoy marries it’s forever. No way out even after one dies. See if my mother were to survive she would never be able to marry again. It’s some ancient family magic. Keeps gold diggers out. Believe it or not they marry for love, that and power, Malfoys love power. So if we were to marry that would take any chance you and the baby would have to be happy and to have a family you deserve.”

“I see.” Something about how he said ‘you and the baby would have to be happy and have a family you deserve’ touched me somehow. Oh great now he had me thinking about it. Why? He really wanted a child, so much as to ask me. But he had said I am the only one who stood out. “You want no one else to do this for you?”

“No” Short and to the point.

“Forgive me but I find it strange that not even a year ago I wasn’t even worth being on the face of the earth to you and now no one else is worthy enough to carry your child.”

“I understand that. But it’s got to be you; no one is worthy, no one. And to be honest I never thought you weren’t worthy of anything.”

“Oh no? Second year. ‘Your next mudbloods’ or how about ‘I hope it’s Granger who’s next.’” I asked. He looked at me confused for a moment. I think it was from the last comment because when he said that he was in his common room thinking he was with Crabbe and Goyle. When he was really with Harry and Ron. He shook it off.

“I was a bit upset. You insulted me in front of a lot of people. I was embarrassed. Besides nothing I did then or felt then is how I feel now. I’ve never hated you.”

“You keep saying that.”

“It’s true.”

“Then how do you feel about me, how have you felt about me?” I asked I really wanted to know. I haven’t given him my answer yet. His face flushed. Why?

“I… was jealous of you a lot. Sometimes when you acted like a know-it-all it made me angry, then I’d make fun of you to make myself feel better. I would try to make myself better than you by rubbing your blood in your face, there was nothing else I could use.”

“You do realize if we were to do this you would have to touch me.” The look he shot me at that moment made every part of my body tingle. He went from looking at his hands to staring me in the eyes with the most desirable expression I’d ever seen. His eyes completely fogged with lust. But it was his words that sent my entire body into a head to toe blush.

“I- have- absolutely- no- problem- with- that!” He said slowly making sure I understood each and every word. Oh and I did, every word… every heart stopping word. I felt dizzy. I could barely sit up. So was this more than just having his child. Was there something more that lay just below the surface? I wanted the truth I wanted to know how he felt, how he felt about me. I’m not sure why I had to know I didn’t even realize why I cared so much. Was there something more from me as well?

“What… What if it didn’t work? We don’t even know if it will work.” He turned towards me completely.

“I am.”

“How’s that?”

“I have been planning this night for a few months, I was going to try to wait until school was almost over but, I came into some information… well it had to get moved up. I was in Hogsmeade under the poly juice potion posed as Ginny Weasley. I got you to start talking about your monthly cycle. I knew it would be easy because my mother always talked about that stuff with her friends. Anyway I found out when you had your last one and when you were to start again. If you remember that was about three months ago. Since then I have snuck into the castle a few times and learned the password to your dorms from the head boy… you realize that git parties, the bloke’s a bloody drunk… anyway I got in during the day snuck into you room and into you bath. Kept up on how your cycle went. Read up on some books on how the woman’s cycle worked with ovulation. So last night when you were on your duties I set a spell to break your toilet this morning so I could use this muggle ovulation testing devise to see if it was your time to ovulate and to my excitement it came out positive. It was like it was meant to be. Now I understand that I doesn’t mean that you’ll get pregnant but according to polls and other statistics many girls who have sex for the first time without the proper protection get pregnant especially when they are ovulating. So you see our chances are good. Especially if we were to do it more than once.” He looked at me and stood up backing away from me.

I really didn’t know why well I could imagine, but I was impressed by his knowledge on the subject and how much effort he put into to it. Wouldn’t it have been easier to slip me an ovulation potion? Wait he broke into my room… he broke my toilet, well that explained it. He… he… he posed as Ginny and tricked me! He’s gone mad. Completely crazy!

“You tricked me! You’re insane!” It didn’t come out quite like a yell more airy than anything.

“Yes well, I... I had to! All right I needed to!” He explained.

“So what if I said no would you make me anyway?” He didn’t like that question. I sat back down. I didn’t even realize I had rose to my knees. He calmed himself then sat back down on the bed.

“No I would never…ever make you do anything you weren’t willing to do. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. I knew that you would be reluctant. I expected that expected this.” So he expected me to say no but I hadn’t, not yet why hadn’t I, not once did I say no… why?

“Malfoy, having a baby is a big deal, having sex is a big deal, even with someone who loves you…” I began. What would the people who love me think? What would they do if they found out that I went though with this? Would this affect my relationships? Would my future relationships be affected? It’s not like I had anything going on with Harry, ew gross! Besides Ginny and he were still very much in love even though they had broken up last year when Harry tried to be all noble to try to protect her, she didn’t need to be he knows that he just thought it would be too painful for her and it would make her more of a target. And what about Ron? What were we? Would anything ever happen between us? What would he say and do if he found out that Malfoy not only had taken my virginity but is also the father of my child? My child… mine. That played itself over in my head. “Why didn’t you let me know? Why didn’t you just ask me before? Given me time to think about it?”

“You might have thought about it too much and said no. You might have gone to someone.”

“I might have. But I could have gotten you help, so you…”

“No it wouldn’t have mattered. I can’t join your side.”

“But you just said if you could have had the chance…”

“It’s too late for that now Granger… Hermione it’s too late for that now.”

“It’s never too late, you still have time. Just let me help.”

“There’s only one way you can help me now. Have my baby. Raise our baby. Give them something I never had.”

“Your rich, what did you not have?”

“There’s more than money.” He spoke it so softly.

“I know. We wouldn’t have much. I like to do things on my own. It gives me more freedom in my choices. If I don’t depend on someone for something like money then they don’t feel like I need to do things their way because of it. Does that make sense?” I probably would except the help. My child is more important than myself and especially more important than my pride.

“More than you know, but you don’t have to worry about that, money that is.”

“Malfoy you don’t need to pay me to have your baby, that’s not right.”

“It wouldn’t be paying, it would be inheriting. My mother has her own money so when my father was to die, which he has; the entire estate and everything that goes with the Malfoy name goes to me. After I… the money goes to you and the child.”

“You don’t need…”

“It’s already done.”

“What do you mean it’s already done?”

“The whole lot is already yours. I had my will notarized today. It’s already done. I went to a lawyer who was neutral and paid him a lot of money, well by his standards, not by mine. If we were to have a child half would be the child’s. The other half is yours. Do what you want with the manor, I’ve always hated it. There are lots of things there that are of great value. Donate them if you like. We have business still going strong. Do what you feel is best.” This brought tears again to my eyes.

“But what if you don’t die.”

“It doesn’t matter, the papers are going to be delivered to you tomorrow to inform you that I have signed everything over to you. And besides, my odds don’t look so good.”

I felt so… empty like I was already at his funeral. Like some stranger was reading his last will and testament. He looked at me again. And I couldn’t help but feel like there was something else, but I just couldn’t figure it out. There was something that his eyes were trying to tell me.

I stayed quiet, pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my mouth against them. I made sure that my nightdress wasn’t showing him anything under it. Although I think I saw him try to sneak a peak. Strangely I liked it. In all honesty it wasn’t like I didn’t think what it would be like to be with him. I’d even had a few dreams over the years about us being intimate, while asleep, mostly anyway. I never really thought about Ron like that sure I wondered but usually quickly dismissed it. To have his baby, to have a baby ‘give them something I never had’ ‘have my baby’ these words circled me haunting me.

I laid my legs out straight in front of me and leaned back in my elbows.

“Is it that you’re not attracted to me?” He asked. My eyes shot to his.

“What?”

“I didn’t think about that. How could you have sex with someone you’re not even attracted to.” He leaned forward head dropping in his hands.

“What no, that’s not it at all! I mean I find you… I mean you’re…”

“Look don’t try to make me feel better.”

“No! I am not trying to.” I took a deep breath. “I find you very attractive, very attractive… trust me.” He looked back at me.

“Really?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows. This made me smile, and blush a bit. He kicked off his shoes.

“Yes really.”

“I could make you feel so good.” He said sexily. I felt as if my flesh had been set afire. “I could, if you’d let me. I want to taste you. I want to feel you. Feel you contract around me milking me for everything I can give you. I want to touch every inch of your silk-like milky skin. I want to make you mine even if it were only one night. Let me have you, take a piece of me. Take it with you. Keep it with you always. Stay with me tonight.” He started to say as he crawled up the bed towards me. “I want to feel your soft wet heat. Are you wet now? Wet and waiting?” He crawled up my body, my body that with every word, every breathtaking word, unknowingly spread for him. I realized it and bent my knees up as I propped up my upper body with my hands. He slipped between them ghosting my body with his. His face was mere inches from mine. “Be with me tonight. Sleep with me. Let me into your body. I wish it could be more… I want to fuck you, fuck you so good. Feel your nails digging into me while you release in the pleasure that I’m giving you. Me alone. You feel that… the electricity that flows between us? The energy we’re creating this moment, every moment we’ve ever encountered. I’m so hard for you. Please I want you I need you… you, Hermione. Please let me… take what I want to give you.” He let his face hover over mine as he leaned his lower body in and pushed it against my most intimate place. We gasped at the pleasure the pressure was causing us. My eyes fluttered close at the feeling of his harness pressing against me, knocking on the door waiting for me to let him in. I could feel his breath on my face and the heat from his body. I quivered.

My eyes fluttered open the same way they closed. My eyes met his. So much emotion was in them. I don’t remember at what point I stopped thinking and just let myself feel. It was like a door that I had locked close and forgotten about opened. I realized something in that moment that our eyes connected.

“Yes.” I whispered my voice full of the lusty tone his had. His eyes flickered and a partial smile crept upon his face right before he swooped down and kissed me deeply.

That kiss sent the most delicious waves to electricity through every nerve ending on my body and went straight to my core. I met him full force. One hand braced itself on his shoulder as he rubbed himself against me. It was starting to become too much for me to handle. It must have for him too because he pulled away breathing heavily.

He sat back a bit and ran his hands on my legs pushing my nightgown up. He revealed my lower legs and knees then stopped. He licked his lips and leaned in to kiss the inner part of my knees. Kissed some more than ran his tongue down both of my inner thighs. I couldn’t suppress the moan that had escaped me. I heard him growl. I didn’t realize that I had closed my eyes until I felt his fingers glide across my cleavage. My eyes fluttered open once more.

He seemed to read my thoughts. He backed up and got off the bed while I stood up on my knees. He leaned back in to kiss me. He backed up once again and started to lift the bottom of my nightdress. I helped by moving the elastic band that was right under my breasts over them making it easier to remove the clothing, which he proceeded to do. He lifted it over my head taking my already loose hair tie with it and discarded to the end of the bed. My hair flowed down my back.

His eyes grazed my body as he took a sharp breath in. I was in nothing but a tiny pair of white knickers. He put his hand on my hips and came in closer. He kissed my lips then started to run his lips down my jaw, my neck, my collarbone, then reached my breasts. He kissed them each softly then pulled away, eyes never leaving them. He removed one hand from my hips and gently took his fingertips and ran then alone my nipple, rolling it around. I had to bite my lip from the feeling. He smirked when he saw this. He leaned back in taking the other nipple into his mouth.

“Ah, my…” I gasped out grabbing his head and latched my fingers in his hair. I ran my other hand down his back now realizing he had too much on.

I started to tug on his shirt to pull it off. He got the message and was more than happy to oblige. I helped him take his jumper off then moved to the belt of his trousers. He let me do this on my own. I undid it and undid the button and zip to his pants. I hooked my fingers into his undergarments and pushed them down along with his pants. His erection popped out eagerly. My eyes widened. He shimmied out of his pants kicking them somewhere behind him. My eyes never left his manhood as it bounced around happily as he did so.

“There’s no way that’s gonna…”He never let me finish. He seemed to know what I was going to say, but I’d forgotten when he kissed me hungrily moving his hands to my back and the back of my head lacing his fingers in my hair.

He started to lay me back gently but we just ended up falling back onto the bed. Letting the fluffiness of it engulf us. He climbed fully on top of me. He looped his fingers though my knickers and yanked them down pulling them off me completely. He stared at my body for a few moments. I would have felt self-conscious but when someone is giving you a look like the one he was giving me. You can’t help but feel good and aroused.

He started to kiss my knees and inner thighs once again. This time was more intense than before. Being nude seemed to enhance sexual feeling. He started to move towards my center. I slightly tensed. He looked up at me still running his lips along my right thigh never ceasing his movement toward his obvious destination. I suddenly felt very nervous. When he reached it he hovered over it looking at it. He licked his lips. He then looked up at me again, never moving an inch. Never moving his eyes from mine while he spoke these words.

“I always wondered how you tasted, at night when I was in bed. You somewhere in the castles’ walls sleeping, waiting for me to taste you, to take you, make you mine. I’d touch myself. Pretend it was you. Now I’m here, right here. I can feel your wet wanting heat on my face. I’m going to taste you Hermione. Then I am going to take you. Bon appetite.” My head threw back as he ran his tongue alone my virginal lips, eyes on me as I did so.

“Oh wow…ah, ah, ah.” I breathed. I’d never felt something so intense and something told me this was just the beginning. His words pierced me. Every time he spoke affected me more and more. It was if I was longing for those words from his lips, to hear him say those things to me.

“You fucking taste amazing.” I felt him lick and suck and push his tongue up me as far as it would allow. But what made me fall completely on my back was when he placed his fingers against my soft wet flesh and push their way into where his tongue had been. I fisted the soft bed as I tried to keep my hips from bucking.

“Ahhh” Was all I was able to say, my brain wasn’t working properly. I felt his slide his fingers along the soft wet walls, in and out. He’d pump them fast, then slow. Somewhere in there I told him to bend his fingers slight up and to rub my clit at the same time. He did. He pumped faster when he noticed my breath was becoming quick and shallow. I thrashed my head back and forth as he rubbed and pumped. I felt him lay his elbow across my leg to keep me from rising off the bed completely. It hit me hard, harder than I have ever in all my times of offing myself.

He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. He came up and started kissing my face, my neck, my lips. I could taste me on him. I was breathing rather hard and my heart felt as if it would pound right out at any moment.

“That was incredible. You looked so beautiful. And your muscles down there are very strong I can’t wait to feel that on my…” I didn’t let him finish I pushed him onto his back… my turn.

He didn’t even have time to comprehend what was happening before I took him into my mouth. He rolled his eye back and muttered. “Fuck.”

He didn’t let me finish.

“I really, really need to be in you. Please.” He begged. With a final pop I licked it one last time and layback down. He climbed on top of me and bent my knees up that were placed on each side of his hips. “Thanks for the lube.” He grinned.

He leaned down to kiss me as he settled the head of his manhood at my entrance. He started to guide it in slowly, with one hand. I lay as still as I could, waiting for the pain. I felt a lot of pressure as each bit of him pushed his way into me. Finally it seemed to find the barrier, he pulled out a little and leaned down to kiss me. His lips lingered on mine as he proceeded to slowly push back in pushing, breaking through the barrier. He muffled my whimper as he kissed me sincerely. He pulled away right after that as he started to burry himself deeper into me. His head threw back as he gulped for air.

“So bloody fucking good! So tight and hot. Wet and intense. Fuck so good!” He groaned. Which if possible made me wetter. He made a sound that was between a laugh and what sounded like hyperventilating. “I can feel you juice all over me, making yourself even wetter for me, me.” He fell, arms giving way as he was fully inside of me pushed in to the hilt. He landed fully on top of me. My walls stretched to accommodate his length, and width I might add. I felt amazingly full. It was like I could feel every inch of him filling me. I clinched my walls around him making him groan and grind his hips into mine making us both moan. “Be careful.” He whispered as he licked and nibbled my neck.

He finally moved rocking on his toes at first trying to get friction. He bent his knees slightly and pulled out a bit then pushed back in. While I was still a bit uncomfortable, just slightly still pained, he rolled his head around as he breathed rather hard and mumbled out “Fuck” and “Incredible.” He started to work his way out and in figuring out how to move to make it more enjoyable while he found it comfortable. After a couple of slow pumps in and out he started to shake and pushed himself as far in as he could go, pelvis to pelvis. I could feel him twitch and throb inside of me. He grunted my name as he filled me with his warm seed then kissed me and captured my bottom lip with his teeth gently . He twitched a few more times and fell on me again. I wrapped my arms and legs around him bringing him close.

We stayed like that for a few minutes. He pushed up on his arms and looked down at me smiling, glint in his eyes. He started to move again slowly at first. The pain and discomfort I had felt before had melted away bring pleasure in its wake. Now it was my turn to for my eyes to roll into the back of my head.

“Mmmmmm…”Was all the sound I could make, but it seemed to make him happy.

“Yesss.” He grunted proud of himself as he encouraged my pleasure and started to pump faster and harder, I met him full force. “Oh fuck you feel too good. Come for me. Please. I don’t know how much longer I can last. You know I used to dream about this, in class taking you on a desk, against a tree, in the potions supply cupboard. During the mornings when you’d be sleeping in because of all the studying you did the night before. After all the girls in your room were gone I’d sneak in through your window, I’d wake you and we'd fuck for hours on you Gryffindor colored comforter. On the days of Quidditch matches seeing you in the stands, I would fantasize that I’d take you under the stands or just have you right there on the bleachers. But mostly I’d think about the day when you and I would both make Head Boy and Girl, to have you to myself in our own room. The fucks we’d have. A night wouldn’t have gone by that we’d share a bed, I was going to make sure of that. You’re just lucky that I never found you alone when I was made part of that inquisitor squad. I wanted to badly, to find you patrolling alone, when I was alone. Oh fuck come for me Hermione. Come for me… come all over me. My face and fingers have had the pleasure give that to my… oh bloody hell, fuck yes!” I came as my orgasm flooded over me. He was pumping fast and hard. Pushing deeply into me rocking my body so hard I felt my breasts bouncing violently around. My walls clamped hard around him contracting pulling, massaging and milking him, pulling him right over the edge of ecstasy with me.

I cried out his name as he did mine, with a few more dirty words on his part. He shoved himself as far into me as he came again grabbing my legs, looping his arms around them as he held me tight pulling me to him. It felt like he was trying to burry every inch of his being into me. He jolted, spazmed and rocked hard against my body sending new pleasure through my body. He slowly lowered himself this time, kissing me when he reached my face.

He stayed in me as we kissed. He leaned on one elbow and shifted. He started to run his fingertips along my skin making me tremble and quiver. He smiled against my mouth then continued to run his tongue along mine.

We were like that for a few more minutes. He then rolled off and out of me. He rolled on to his side and rolled me towards him, continuing to run his fingers on my skin. He smiled at me. I smiled back.

“Guess I get turned on by being talk dirty to.” I laughed a little blushing. He chuckled.

“That or the truth, hey even both. Don’t forget you like it fast and hard too.” He winked. The truth? He was telling me how he really felt? What was it that he really felt? Earlier he kept saying that he didn’t hate me, and he fantasized about me. But why? It sure seemed like he hated me then. Perhaps it was a front, it wasn’t like he didn’t have enough reason to hide any feelings. I mean look at me. I thought then, look at me… I… oh my I…me… I can’t think about this right now. But I really wanted to know how he felt.

“The truth? What is the truth? Draco… you said that you never hated me, what is it that you felt?” He looked deep into my eyes. It was like he was telling me the answer through them. But I needed to hear it from his lips I needed to hear his words.

“The truth is complicated. Though tonight confirmed how I suspected how I felt. A feeling I didn’t let myself feel. The truth takes time to tell, time I don’t have…” He said as he ran his hand along the side of my face.

“I understand, sometimes the truth is hard to tell. Sometimes it takes going back to the beginning, the story in it’s self is what takes time.” I replied softly.

“I just don’t want to spend the time we have babbling on about what’s wrong with me and what and why I did what I have. Besides I’m still working on talking about feelings, not that that matters anymore” I nodded. I hated it when he talked like that. About how nothing mattered anymore when it came to his life. To be honest I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“So you want to have another go?” I asked smiling brightly at him.

“Ah quite the minx I see.” He laughed. “Good.” He whispered as I rolled on top of him, much to his surprise. I leaned down to his ear as I shimmied onto his hard throbbing member letting myself adjust when I was fully impaled. He let out a load moan as I did so. Then I spoke.

“I want to fuck you real good.” I purred making him growl as he thrusted up holding tightly to my hips. I smiled down at him saucily and began to rock my hips grinding down, rubbing my clit against his pelvic bone. Our bodies started reacting to the now familiar feeling of passion flowing through our bodies joining once again.

We continued our activities throughout the rest of the night. Basking in our pleasure and each other. We didn’t stop until the first rays of morning shown over the hills and through the windows.

Soon it was time for me to return. He returned my now full sized shoes and wand. When we both were fully dressed he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the bottle that lay on the floor where it had fallen hours before. He pulled me close kissing my forehead and I touched the bottle along with him.

Before I knew it we were standing right in front of the gates of Hogwarts, the spot where we had left. He set the Portkey down and pulled me tighter to him. This was the hardest thing I have ever had to do, say goodbye… to him.

“Thank you.” He whispered. “This night, everything.”

“Thank you.” I said back looking up at him. Were those tears in his eyes? “Draco, are you sure…” He put his finger upon my lips.

“Yes, this is the way it is. I’d say I’ll remember this forever but… Hermione please don’t cry, please.” He said softly as he wiped a falling tear from my cheek.

“Sorry… I’ll remember it for the both of us.” I said. He bit his lip and closed his eyes. I could tell he was trying to control himself, control his breathing. “I’ll miss you. Draco, I… I…” He kissed me. He kissed me desperately. Holding on to me. I kissed him back with just as much emotion. I wanted to finish what I was going to say tell him the truth on how I felt… about him. I think he already knew what I was going to say. I just don’t think he would have handled hearing it.

He backed away breathing hoarsely, hard and deep, chest heaving grasping for any bit of live he had left, his moments with me. I saw it all there in his face in his eyes in his energy. He kissed me gently one peck two pecks three. He backed away fully grabbed the bottle, then spoke.

“Thank you, take care of our child…goodbye…” He said the last part so quietly that when I was about to ask him to repeat it he was gone. I reached my hand out in his wake. Nothing, emptiness, like the emptiness I now felt. He was gone.

Gone from my vision, gone from my life, gone from… our possible child’s life. I had almost forgotten. I set my hand on my still flat belly. Wondering if I would have a child growing in there soon.

I backed up onto the grounds of the school still staring at the spot I had seen him moments before.

When I realized I was freezing I came back into reality, not that I was ever out of it. I looked around, tightened my cloak around me and hurried back to the castle to my room to my nice warm bed.

I was very thankful that it was Saturday, and very early still. So making it up to my room with out anyone seeing me wasn’t a problem. Not that it mattered; I was head girl I just did not want to see any one just yet. I snuck into my common room and went to my chambers. I shut the door behind me and fell onto my bed. My hands gripped the covers that had been earlier pulled from my body. I felt my lips that could still feel the pressure of his. My body still tingled from his touch. Tears started to flow fluently down my cheeks and onto my bed. Why didn’t he let me try? Why did he feel like there was no fighting chance for him? We could have fought together. Harry and Ron would have helped. They would have. Even through all the things in the past. That’s just the kind of people they were. It would be rough at first, but… but… oh what’s the point I mentally told myself… what’s the point he’s gone, he’s already given up on himself, me, and maybe this. I thought as I rubbed my belly. There is no future for us, the possibility of the three of us. Maybe down the road more. No there wasn’t I thought. Nothing. Did I make the right decision? Did I even realize I had? Everything happened so fast. Do I care anymore? No in fact I’m glad I did, I am glad.

I lay there thinking and replaying the night through my mind for a couple of hours before I finally got up to take a shower and headed down to breakfast. Not that I really felt like doing any of it. But it was expected of me it was my duty.

I forced a smile on my face and shoved unwanted food into my mouth. Ginny, sweet Ginny sat next to me reading the paper and told me about how Malfoy Sr. was found dead early night the before. The Dark Mark hovered above his body. A story about how he escaped from Azkaban prison and on about the mystery of why his own killed him. Speculation was made about Draco betraying You-know-who, so his father suffered for him. The only reason his body was found was either to let others gather his body to have a proper burial out of respect of his loyalty or to be an example to others who dare cross him. I knew it was both. Only he died because he actually stood up for his son, who knew. Ginny went on about how the whereabouts of Draco and his mother were still unknown and no one knew if they were even still alive. It then went into detail about what had happened back when Dumbledore was killed. Ginny stopped she didn’t want to read anymore, neither did I.

She wrapped her arm around me and I laid my head down on her shoulder. I was glad I had at least one of my best friends here with me. I wanted to tell her what happened, but I decided to wait until I found out if I was… with child or not first.

The ‘letter’ that Draco told me would come did. An unknown owl dropped it off when Ginny was talking to someone, to wrapped up in the conversation to notice the enormous, thick package drop into my lap. I shrunk it and hid it under my robes.

I later read it. He spoke the truth he had left me everything. Everything was already in my name. All I needed to do was sign my name on a piece of parchment stating that I had understood what everything it had said. I owled it back to the lawyer and later met him for a weekend to take care of everything. I just told McGonagall it was on family matters. Which could have been true.

Four weeks had past I hadn’t heard a word on Draco from him or anything, nothing in the paper no letter nothing came, not even my period. I was then two weeks late.

I got a muggle pregnancy test and used it. For me it was the easiest to excess. Besides, I already knew how they worked. I sat on my bed after heading from the bathroom holding the test in my hands. I didn’t want to look at it until I was sitting down.

I glanced down at it and exhaled. It confirmed what I had already known.

I gently placed my hand on my stomach as I stared down at the positive test I recited the last thing Draco had said to me right before he left.

“Thank you, take care of our child…goodbye…” And the last bit that was so quiet I barely heard it, but I did. “I love you....”


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