Pass It On

Chapter Ten:
*And I Don't Want The World To See me,
'Cause I Don't Think That They'd Understand.
When Everything's Made To be Broken,
I Just Want You To Know Who I Am*
- Googoo Dolls: 'Iris'




It had happened again.

What the HELL was wrong with him?! ... he didn't want her in any way, shape or form...and yet she was at the centre of every sexually-charged fantasy he had.

He groaned and tossed about in his bed, feeling considerably ill for someone who was feeling fine less than three hours ago.

*Probably because of those disgusting dreams...* He thought determindely.

Something was having an internal battle with his organs, and he knew what that odd feeling was. As fast as his legs could carry themselves, he deposited his dinner into the basin in the bathroom, knowing the reason for all he heaving lately.

Women's bodies always got like that around there monthly spout on the rag...his mum lost her temper many a time and took it out on the china plates.

Sweat drenching his forehead, he eventually got back into bed and silently cursed the one who made women so bloody different from men.

@-,'-- D&H --,'@

"Is it completed, sir?"

"Soon, Donohov...soon"

"How will we know when it is?"

"Draco is trusted...He shall know when he has done the right thing"

"So the baby grows, my sire?"

Lucius allowed a twisted grin to light up within the embers of his eyes.

"Yes...The baby Concieved To The Fallen One..."

@-,'-- D&H --,'-@

"You look ill, Hermione"

"Yeah, you don't look your usual perky, bookish self..."

*They're right, you know...you look alot paler than usual...did you eat something dodgey?*

Draco just sat looking glumly at his food. His appetite was completely off, and he wasn't even bothering to insult people inwardly as he usually would do....THIS, if anything, proved to Hermione that he wasn't well.

As the owl post flew in a couple of seconds later, the two Gryffindor boys seemed more distracted by that than any answer Draco could think of giving them. He recieved a letter (probably from Granger's parents) and noticed that Granger had also recieved one for him.
No doubt from Lucius...informing him of the terrible job he was doing at the moment with the lack of news he'd sent back home.

*I'll give you this tonight* He heard her say casually. He looked over at her, stuffing her face with food...it made him want to vomit.

*Are you sick just before you're on the rag??* Draco asked her miserably.

He saw her choke on her food.

*What? Why ask something like that??* She asked him, looking over a him wildly.

*I've been vomitting since early this morning....its bloody disgusting*

*Awwww! Is the wittle baby being all sicky-wicky??* She asked him in a voice full of mocking sarcasticness.

*Bitch*

*Ouch, that hurt*


@-,'-- D&H --,'-@


"Maybe you should go to Madam Pomfey? I mean, i don't know if she could do much...but i'm sure she could give you somekind of remedy that would atleast make the aching a little better..." She told him pittyingly as they walked the castle walls on patrol.

"I'll be ok...I just need some rest and i'll be fine. Malfoy's don't get sick...its just not possible"

Hermione snorted. "Well, i guess it just proves that your not as invincible as you say you are"

He just glared at her.

She shuddered visibly at that. Every dream she'd had would start with him glaring...and then out of no where he would pounce on her, and devour her in a whirlwind of passion and lust.

"Do you have my letter?" He asked her, bringing her out of herself. He held his hand out for it impatiently.

Hermione rolled her eyes, reached into the pocket of her robe, and retrieved the letter he was reguarding.

When she handed it to him, their hands touched -

Draco groaned softly when he saw her pink tongue dart out to moisten her lips. Carefully, he then went forward on his knees, cupping her chin with one hand and bringing his lips down on hers for a kiss.

It was a soft kiss, tender and wary as first kisses tend to be. Cool lips met warm, sending shivers through both of their bodies, neither of them having done this simple act in too long of a time.

Draco broke it first, pulling back slightly to look in her eyes. He ran his thumb along her bottom lip, the black, chipped nail polish in sharp contrast to the pink tinge of her mouth. Without a word, he leaned forward again and placed a kiss on her forehead, then moved so he was sitting next to her, his back against the castle wall, his eyes closed, hands lying loosely at his side.

Then he felt something he never expected in a million years - Granger climbing into his lap and initiating another kiss.

The kiss was passionate, but not less tender than the first one as Draco brought his hand up under the coat and around her waist. Her own hands were holding his face as she led their tongues into an erotic dance. He let his fingers loose under her shirt, tracing random patterns on her skin, making her tremble.

She was the one who shrugged the school robe off her shoulders, then broke the kiss to remove her shirt and bra in one quick movement. He inhaled sharply as his eyes caressed the same skin he'd been appalled by a few years before, wanting nothing more than to dis-infect himself everytime he went near her. He ran his hands lightly up her sides, then brought one around her neck to pull her into another kiss.

Hermione's own hands began to knead at his shoulders and chest as he began kissing down her jaw, to her neck, his tongue dipping into the hollow of her throat. She moaned quietly as he moved lower, capturing first one breast, then the other between his lips, licking and nipping at her tender skin, sending tremors of excitement through her body. She rocked against him unconsciously, feeling his arousal through his jeans.

Draco groaned when she rubbed against him, breaking off his ministrations to look into her eyes. He saw desire burning behind them, mimicking his own blue gaze and he quickly lifted her from his lap, setting her aside so he could spread the robe across the rock floor and remove his shirt and T-shirt.

Her lips quirked into a small smile and she scooted onto the soft material, toeing off her shoes and socks. With a gentleness she didn't know he possessed, he laid down next to her and ran one hand slowly down her body, from her throat to her navel, his eyes never leaving hers. His hand dipped lower under the waistband of her pants, caressing her abdomen before finding the nest of curls that protected her womanhood.

She gasped when he touched her silken folds, her hips arching instinctively into his hand. He gave her a tender smile, then moved to remove her last vestiges of clothing. Returning to her side, he let his eyes travel down her body the same way his hand did moments before, burning her with anticipation. When he brought his gaze back to her face, he bent his head and captured her lips in another kiss, his hand once again brushing against her curls.

His fingers danced over her most sensitive spot, causing her to arch and writhe under his ministrations. He gently pushed inside her with those same fingers, preparing her for him as his thumb rubbed her into a frenzy. Soon, she crashed into an orgasm, her muscles clenching against his fingers as she broke the kiss with a long, pleasure-filled cry.

Draco took off the remainder of his clothing as she calmed down. When she opened her eyes, she saw him watching her, a blazing inferno behind the grey orbs, the evidence of his need pressed against her thigh. He was waiting for her, waiting for the invitation into her arms, into her body. With a small smile, she reached for him, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch, feel his cool body filling her.

He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his erection seeking entry to her moist heat. Supporting his weight on his forearms, he caught her lips up in a fiery kiss, then thrust into her to the hilt. She moaned into his mouth as he let her adjust to his size. When she started rubbing her hips against his, begging for the friction, he began to move, falling into the rhythm of the ages.

He shifted to bring one hand between them, fingering her sensitive flesh until she burst into another orgasm, her screams echoing off the walls and out into the day. Draco thrust into her three more times then climaxed, spilling his seed deep in her womb as her name tumbled from his lips by her ear.
"Hermione!!"

- Hermione jumped back like she'd been bitten, and Draco seemed a little on edge too... his eyes weren't their normal dangerous shade of grey, they were a visibal colour of blue. It was like he'd been thinking the same thing she had. But unfortunately, being Hermione in these situations was something she didn't like, because she avoided them at all costs...that was just another reason why she was a virgin.

Draco tore his eyes away, his heart racing. It was gettin dangerous now...she wasn't supposed to be seeing into his mind like that...she wasn't supposed to even be seeing HIM like that...things were wrong, Malfoy's didn't put their barriers down to anyone.

He ripped the letter open as he walked away, leaving her there to watch him go. Perhaps she would forget that it had happened...she didn't know what she would be getting herself into if she asked.

Draco's eyes poured through the letter. Its contents bringing a great weight upon his heart...this was not happening to him.

*
Draco,
Well done, Son. Finally you have chosen to do something by my book...
and it has brought you great success.
As I am sure you may have guessed by now, there is more to this plan than
conventionally meets the eye.
I think it is about time you learned the truth, even though you may not completely
accept it at first, in time you will see that what I have forseen has been for the
best.
Some time ago, there was a Prophesy, Draco.
Not everyone in this life is born with one. You, however, are an exception.
Miss Granger also plays a part (as I am fully aware that you know about) and it is
vital that you can get her to co-operate with you in on this matter.

# Try as it might,
The truth,
It cannot lie.
The Life Of Pergatory Shall Sway Her,
And Here She Shall collide.
Only He Can Turn Her,
Make Her His New Right Hand.
This Shall Make Her Stronger,
This Is Her Only Chance #

This was a prophesy made complete by you less than a week ago, Draco.
As you can see, the Prophesy is not about you...but about Granger.
However, you may be wanting to know what part YOU play in this riddle.
Well, i'll tell you;
The prophesy talks about three people;

1. Miss Granger...The Fallen One
2. You...The life of Pergatory She May Choose
3. The Child...The One That The Prophesy Was Designed For.

You are pregnant, Draco.
The child in this prophesy was desired to be concieved by two of
'none-pureblood' inherritance...this would be the result of your drunken 'liason'
with Mr. McMillan. This would also include Miss Granger's eggs...which you so
graciously offered to 'protect'.

The child (having already been concieved) will be growing inside of you
for the next nine months.
This child, Draco, is the only thing standing between two worlds.
It will be born a hero, the greatest of its time...its powers far greater than
your own.
The prophesy states that you are to make the child your own.
Although...through it's conception, and you taking part...
Well, lets just say that there is more than enough 'soul' in the
child to be getting along with.
Mr. Mcmillan's co-operation will not be neccessary...you and
the Granger girl will be able to cope on your own until the child is
born.
Once You have given birth, you and the child are to return to
Malfoy Mannor...it has been a custom for many centuries that
the children of the mannor are brought here and brought up only
here.
After the birth, Miss Granger's presence will no longer be required,
so you may do with her as you see fit.
Just remember, Draco.
Guard the child with your life...it is all that matters at this moment in
time.

I shall send news of anymore information,
i assure you.

Do Not Fail Me, Draco. This Is Of Utter Importance.

Lucius.

*

It wasn't long before Draco was vomittng (once again) into the basin.


Only this time, it wasn't out of 'morning sickness'...it was out of repulsion.