The Secrets Women Keep

Slowly stretching her tired, aching muscles Hermione cautiously moved her legs, wincing at the pain between them. Last night, her ‘partner’ had been agitated and rough with her. He was rarely gentle and loving, but last night it seemed he wanted to take all his frustration at his colleagues’ incompetence out on her body. She had been his almost exclusively for the past three years. It had been three and a half years since Harry’s death and Ron’s betrayal.

When Harry went to face the Dark Lord, his naiveté had been his downfall and so the magical world had been plunged into darkness. She and Ron had been on the run for almost four months, trying desperately to gather remaining Order members when one day, he had led her into the same house in Godric’s Hollow that she and Harry had found Nagini in the skin of Batilda Bagshot. When the death eaters moved in around them, she had looked to Ron for protection only to find that he wasn’t fighting them.

“I’m sorry, Hermione,” he said. “They told me if I turned you over willingly they’d let Ginny and my mum live. They’ve said they won’t hurt you. Please try to understand.”

She had cried then and given up the fight. If loving, loyal Ron was willing to betray her, what did she have to fight for in this world? He couldn’t even look at her as she was apparated away. She was taken to a large room in what looked like the Riddle Mansion and placed in the middle of the floor with three other girls. She recognized Fiona Addair from Ravenclaw and was vaguely reminiscent of the other two girls being a year behind her and in Hufflepuff. The one thing they had in common was that they were all muggle-born. They were surrounded by men in dark robes who looked at them appraisingly.

That evening, several older males and a few older females plead their cases for the Dark Lord. It appeared that none of the families could produce children with other pure blooded families either because of barren females or too much inbreeding. They each spoke of their allegiance and their aid to the Dark Lord. When each group had finished, Hermione saw the snake-like form of Lord Voldemort rise from his chair. He pointed his wand at each of the four girls and suddenly they each had a silver bangle on their wrists that was loose enough to move up and down their arm, but too tight to remove it. He then used his wand to pick the girls up and place each of them with a different grateful family. Hermione couldn’t tell who the families were because of the dark hooded robes. She had been placed in front of a very small family, but it had become clear that she had been the most desired of the muggle-borns, so she knew that this family had to be very powerful indeed.

The two men each took an arm and apparated her to outside a very old, very large and exquisite house. As they took her inside, they argued.

“Why should you get her first? I’ve wanted her since my third year of school!” The smaller of the two imposing figures hissed.

“I will take her first and she will bear my child first because I am the patriarch of this dying family! After tonight, you may lie with her, but you may not get her pregnant. I want another son before I am a grandfather. When I am dead, you will inherit everything, but I want another child to prove that the fault for low breeding lay with your poor dead mother and not me.” The larger of the two men drew back his hood and Hermione stood face-to-face with Lucius Malfoy.

In the months that followed, Hermione was shared between Lucius and Draco, but Draco always sullenly cast a contraceptive charm over her before climbing on top of her and grunting his exertion as he stroked her sex with his arousal. He also tried to make small talk as he cuddled her close to him when they were finished as if she were there because she wanted to be. Lucius would use her as if she were an accessory or a pleasant diversion, which she found she preferred. She was an object, but she was a living, thinking object with opinions. He was short with her, but he didn’t pretend that she was anything more or less than a means of continuing his family line and he often spoke to her as if she were an intellectual equal.

Hermione was brought back to the present by the wiggling of a warm, tiny body next to her in the bed. Pulling the covers down, she looked into the brown eyes of her son. Smiling at him gently, she pulled him to her and he responded by cuddling into her naked chest. He was only fourteen months old and he had slightly curly blond hair and light brown eyes. His name was Abraxas and he began to root around her breast, eager to latch on for his breakfast. Lucius wanted her to start weaning him, but it was difficult to deny the tiny cherub anything. Also, Draco and Lucius were often gone for days or weeks at a time and the only person Hermione had to bond with was her child and he, her. Since Lucius did not share her bed, the mornings belonged to the two of them. She fed him and spoke softly to him, telling him about his muggle grandparents whom he would never meet.

The bracelet the dark lord had put on her arm prevented her from doing magic. However, every so often she would have spurts of magical abilities. The strongest one she had displayed had been while she was in labour with Abraxas. As she gave the final push that brought her son into the world, she had screamed and bore down with all her might, causing every piece of glass in the room to shatter. The medi-wizard and the two Malfoys had been suitably impressed and frightened. Lucius was pleased however, because it meant that she was very strong magically. They had recast the spells on the bracelet and then taken her baby to Voldemort to show what a powerful offspring Lucius had.

Looking lovingly down at her son as he fed from her breast, Hermione didn’t notice the door open and the blonde man enter to watch, transfixed what a mother’s love truly was. He watched a few moments before snapping his fingers making her head jerk up and a house elf appear. Abraxas looked up as well and squealed with delight at the sight of his big brother in the room. Draco picked him up from Hermione’s arms and held the delighted toddler a few moments.

“Hello, little brother,” he cooed. “I’ve missed you.” Hermione watched nervously as Draco held her son. Draco Malfoy was slightly insane and in desperate want of attention and affection. He wanted to be the one who got her pregnant and thus have a family of his own. He outwardly doted on Abraxas, but Hermione suspected that he resented the child. Not because it meant he would have to share his inheritance, but because he was a glaring reminder that Hermione had been with his father.

“Da!” Abraxas exclaimed and held onto Draco, rubbing his face in his neck. “Da-da-da!”

“No, I’m not your daddy, though I wish I was,” Draco said, laughing at Abraxas’ obvious delight in his presence. Draco and Lucius looked very similar, except for the length of their hair, their lips and where Lucius was broader chested Draco had the lithe build of the Black family.

He sat down on the bed and Hermione pulled the bed sheets up around her body. “Don’t,” Draco said, pulling the linen down and passing Abraxas back to her. Abraxas immediately looked for his mother’s breast and began to feed again. “I love watching it. It’s beautiful.”

So saying, Draco reached out and stroked his half-brother’s hair before sliding close to Hermione in the bed. He pulled her against his chest and Hermione let him hold the two of them. The house elf who was still waiting after being summoned looked politely away and made no noise. Draco pressed his lips to the side of her face and watched as the baby in front of him greedily sucked at her breast.

“Does he still make you sleep naked?” Draco’s quiet question was barely audible so as not to disturb Abraxas. Hermione nodded and he continued. “You won’t have to worry about it for much longer. You also won’t have to sleep alone for much longer.”

“Why is that?” Hermione asked as she eased her nipple from her baby’s mouth and used a wash cloth from her night stand to wipe his mouth and her breast. Draco took it from her and cleaned her himself before handing Abraxas to the house elf and instructing him to bathe and dress the child.

“Because now it’s my turn. It’s been over a year since Abraxas was born and there were very few wizard children born this year. The Dark Lord wants more children so that he can rebuild our society. He wants the younger males to try because he thinks they’ll be more virile. You’re mine now and I’m going to take better care of you. You’ll bear my children and we’ll raise them together and they’ll have everything they could ever want.” Draco looked gleeful and his expression told her that he expected her to feel the same way.

Swallowing, Hermione asked, “So, last night was the last time with your father?” Draco nodded. “What about Abraxas? Can he still sleep in the room with me? Will your father take him away?” Panic started to set in and it increased when he took hold of her wrists and held them above her head as he shifted to lay his body on top of hers.

“You’re far too preoccupied with what Lucius will think. I should think you’d be happy to no longer have to bear the advances of someone old enough to be your father.” He squeezed her wrists into one of his fists and used the other to take his wand and rid himself of his clothes.

“I’m just worried about my baby,” she whispered as he looked down at her hungrily. Yes, she would prefer someone closer to her own age and she wanted the right to wear clothes and not sleep naked so as not to create any barriers between Lucius and her commodity of a body, but at least she could predict Lucius’ moods. Draco’s were volatile and there were times when he took her that he took great delight in making her cry out in pain.

“You don’t have to, love,” Draco whispered as he shifted between her legs so that she could feel his erection on her thigh. “We’ll have lots of babies and I’ll take good care of them.” He began to push at her opening and she felt the head of his manhood enter her. Lucius was a large man, but Draco was even larger.

“Abraxas needs taken care of as well,” she protested. She wanted to close her legs, but didn’t dare. He could lose his temper and brutally rape her and then when he was done, he would hold her close and tell her that everything would be okay. She was afraid that he would when his grey eyes flashed, but his anger was apparently quelled, because he smiled at her and stroked the side of her face.

“You really are an excellent mother, aren’t you?” he asked.

“I try to be the best mother I can. I love him with all my heart,” she said carefully. Draco was fully inside her now and he pressed his hips forwards, pushing her into the bed. He’d been slow and deliberate thus far, so when he savagely bit down on her neck, she jumped more in surprise than in hurt. Trying to slow her breathing, she lay very still and took his abuse. He always liked to mark her during sex.

“You’ll love our children with all your heart,” he said as he ground himself into her. The man on top of her was a skilled lover and had brought her to orgasm many times, much to her shame, but right now he was asserting his dominance.

“I’ll love all my children,” she whispered and for the first time in a long time, she glared up at him.

“Yes, you will,” he whispered dangerously. “You’ll also love me. I was supposed to have you; you were meant to be mine, but my father’s ego couldn’t stand the thought of me producing more spawn than he could. We could have been the perfect family, but now we can’t be because Abraxas will be two years older than his nephew who is also his half-brother.” As he spoke, he tightened his grip on her wrists and used his other hand to palm her breasts.

Please don’t take him away,” Hermione begged. “He’s so young and he wouldn’t understand.” As she spoke, Draco stared at her breasts with intent wonder.

“He can’t even tell the difference between my father and me. He’ll forget you soon enough and you’ll have other babies to take his place.” He had stopped moving his hips and was caressing her nipples, watching them pucker.

“You could say he’s yours! Tell everyone that he’s yours and don’t let your father say anything different! No one would know. Please! I’ll do anything!” She remained still under him, not wanting to show any defiance.

“Anything?” he asked and she nodded. He bent his head and took the dusky brown tip of her breast into his mouth and suckled her as her child had just done moments ago. Her toes curled at the sensation his broad tongue created and she gasped in shock. She wanted to push him away and she wanted to hold him closer. It was a mockery of the most pure part of her life.

Finally, after swallowing, he stopped and looked into her eyes. “If you’re willing to do anything, I’m more than willing give in. Let’s get to work on our second child, eh?”


a/n- Okay, this plot bunny has been running through my head and I had to get it out. I’m writing too many stories as it is, so if someone would like to take this scenario and run with it, that would be awesome. If you are a first time writer, I’m willing to be your beta. The only rules are: 1) Hermione has to be shared between Lucius and Draco and have Lucius’ baby first. 2) Draco has to be slightly deranged and more than a little obsessed. 3) Draco has to have a breastfeeding fetish. There ya go. I hope somebody picks this up. Email me at beatlefan176@aol.com

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