Pass It On

Chapter Twelve:
*I wanna love you but i'd better not touch,
I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop.
I wanna kiss you but i want it too much.
I wanna taste you,
But your lips are venemous poison*
-Alice Cooper: 'Poison'

As the sun stretched its ray's across the vast plains of The Hogwarts Grounds; causing everything in it's path to glitter and shine in welcome and splendour, Draco Malfoy slept uneasily, being rudely woken by the happily-chirping birds outside of his Gryffindor window.

Thrice before he had shut the window in a temper. But then got too hot and sweaty so decided to take the chance and open it again, much to his dismay.

When finding that he could no longer sleep, he decided that the best thing to do would be to take an early morning stroll around the grounds...clear his foggy head of the many thoughts that were circling one another. Many of these thoughts should NOT have been there...but he was in no ordinary situation...

It had been a whole month since he'd found out that he was actually pregnant....with Ernie McMillan's baby...inside Hermione Grangers body. God help the child when it actually arrived...it wouldn't know who played which part!

Actually that was a lie.

Once the baby was born Draco was to take care of it and bring it up as his own. He would no longer need McMillan or the Mudblood's co-operation. But saying that, Ernie didn't know he was pregnant in the first place, and therefore didn't offer any help...not that Malfoy would accept it even if he offered it.

Until the birth of the baby he knew Granger was going to attempt to help him out...but after that he had no idea what he was going to do. He knew his father had plans...and there was something about the child and the prophesy that connected...but Draco wasn't exactly sure what it was...he knew the baby would be strong and powerful...but why?
He knew he would find out in due time when he finally got his head around the idea that he was inside a pregnant girls body...

Life officially sucked.



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*I hope to God that your concentrating!*

*Why? What will you do if i'm not?*

*Well...you won't be copying ANY of my homework, THAT'S for sure!*

Draco looked back and glared at her, whilst she grinned at him. He had to admit that she was getting good at being him...she even managed to do that little malevolent smile that would appear on his face every now and again, when no one but himself was looking.

Hermione looked at him standing there behind his desk, looking alot paler than usual...he looked like he needed rest, and lots of it. She almost felt sorry for him...ALMOST being the main word used here.

But at times (and although she would only admit this every now and then...) she felt sorry for him, being thrown into something like this without one word of warning. She knew he was taking it hard, but she knew that he was stubborn and strong willed enough to reject any help that she would attempt to hand out.

She had told him that it would get worse, and alot more noticeable as the pregnancy continued...and he had actually listened. She knew he was scared. He was wearing her own body...she knew her own facial expressions like the back of her own hand. But no matter how much she attempted to help him and bring him out of his own thoughts, he would deny her the right, and she would be left wondering , possibly even slightly worrying about him.

She knew that if she didn't bring him out now, he would continue to hide his true self away until it was too late...and as much as she found a clear dislike for him at times...she knew it would be dangerous for both him AND the baby.

It wasn't even HER baby and she was worrying. It may have been the fact that it was her body that she was going to see go through changes as she stood on the outside as an alien form and watched...watched as her body prepared for the most natural thing in the world...without her being inside of it.

For a few weeks now she had been having dreams here and there concerning herself and the baby. It was she who was carrying it, looking down at her swollen stomach with pride and love...nothing seemed to make her happier. But upon waking she would look down at herself and find only the toned six-pac of the Slytherin prince lying there, instead of the bump she had dreamt about.

She brushed it off as curiousness...but somewhere in the back of her mind she had a nagging thought that would not seem to disappear.

Maybe she was jealous.



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"I know most of the stuff about the prophesy now...well..i've memorised it at least" Draco told Granger, sitting on the maroon couch in the head girl's room.

Hermione suggested that they do some work on the rota for hall monitoring, so the Prefects would know what to do for the rest of the few weeks leading upto the Christmas Holidays. However, they came to lead off this subject as Hermione decided to ask him how he was coping so far...and she was suddenly inundated with his ideas and theories of prophecies. He knew that she would want to hear everything because she was just as much involved as he was...and although he didn't like divulging information to anyone usually, for some reason he knew that he could trust her...the one whom he should be hating the very bones of at the moment.

Hermione looked at him puzzled. "I don't get it...if the prophesy has been changed to what it is now...then what was it before?"

Draco shrugged. "It had something to do with me, whatever it was...which gives me the wiggins when i think about it..." Draco shuddered, which caused Hermione to laugh.

Hermione didn't want to say anything to malfoy, but she was having serious doubts that this child had anything to do with good magic...if anything she was scared that the child would be used for evil...

"Is your father going to tell you more about the prophesy?" she asked him questioningly.

Draco thought about this for a minute. His father wasn't someone to question when in doubt. His mother would have no idea what was going on, so there was really no need for him to involve her by asking her seemingly irrelevent questions. But something was up...he had not heard from his father in nearly a month, which led Draco to believe that he was planning something.

Hermione desperately needed to lighten the mood. It felt like there was so much to say, but neither of them would say it, so she opted for a casual conversation instead.

"So...baby names?" she asked him, smirking slightly.

Draco glared. "Not thought of anything past nine months yet Granger, a baby name is the least of my worries"

"Max" She said determinedly.

Draco looked at her strangely. "Eh?"

"Or Ellie"

"Whats this?"

"Baby names, Malfoy. If you can't decide then i will...afterall your a boy...your crap with names"


"Hey!" he said defensively. "I'll have you know i have taste when it comes to names"


Hermione snorted. "Er...your name is DRACO Malfoy...enough said"


Draco glared again. "HER-MY-OH-KNEE .... i mean, how is ANYONE supposed to take you seriously?"

"Dragon!"


"You can talk!"


"Malfoy...thats what your name means, you stupid prick"

Draco gave up. "Fine, you want to name the baby, go ahead. I don't really want anything at all to do with it, so you'll be
doing me a favour really"

"Ok then" Hermione said. "Egbert"

"Er...actually...I think i can manage the name thing on my own..."




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*Awww...its so sweet* Hermione said mockingly, as Malfoy spilled the contents of his stomach into the chamber-pot.


*Shut it* He managed to reply between breaths of air.


As he stood up from his place on the floor, he made a little pouting motion with his mouth, and began to sigh loudly and miserably which Hermione noticed and smirked at.


*It's so cute* She continued, never really having the displeasure of hearing Malfoy heaving over a chamber-pot before.


*I am not cute.* Malfoy glared into thin air. The glare was aimed at the girl who was currently hosting his body. *Bunnies are cute. Lesbians holding hands are cute. Babies are... sick, disgusting little things. Bad example.*


Hermione rolled her eyes at him. *Whether you choose to accept it or not, Malfoy...that baby is a part of you now* She stopped speaking and began staring into space.


Ron and Harry were going to have a heart attack when they found out-


*-And Weasle B is gonna blow a gasket at the prospect of you deflowering yourself to someone other than him-


Harry was going to lecture her-


*- Now THAT is all your own fault...he'll see it as a way of gettin' back at you for all the lecturing you've given him over the years you've known him-


Ron would completely (as Malfoy said) Blow his load-


*-HEY! I said blow a GASKET, not his LOAD! ...no one should EVER have to witness him doing that...besides his hand, ofcourse-


She was going to be the talk of Hogwarts...be named as the only girl in the school ever to become pregnant-


*- Thats not true...my dad said that my mum got pregnant with me just before she left-


*Malfoy* She said patiently. *You're not helping my train of thought here...I want peace and quiet and all i can hear is you jibbering away in the background* She knew he wouldn't shut up...it would only fuel him on to talk more.


*Well* he said snottily *Do you have anything better to do with your time than talk to me?*


*Yep* She said defiantly, taking a book out of its space on the bookshelf in her room and opened its pages to view them. *I can spend my time ignoring you...sometimes its alot more amusing than actually talking to you*


*Yeah well...your there whenever i don't want to talk to you...always there infuriating me....god, no wonder i dream about you-


Hermione's head shot up from her book and she looked at the image of herself in the mirror, wanting Malfoy to do nothing more than repeat what he'd just said over again.


He dreamt about her...


she dreamt about him...


...But she didn't know exactly what his dreams entailed.


*Malfoy?* She asked quietly.


There was no reply.


*Malfoy?* she called again.


Still no answer.


*Twatty?* She asked curiously.


She would of thought he would of answered to that one...




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He kicked himself mentally. He was NOT supposed to say that.

WHY oh WHY did he fuck things up for himself so badly? ...now she would start asking questions about it.


She was calling his names. He could hear her but was determined to pretend that he hadn't heard anything.

He lay down in his bed and beckoned sleep...these days it was the only real way to TRY and get away from Hermione Granger.



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Malfoy circled her, letting his gaze wash over her slim hips and delicate curves. She felt his eyes on her backside and wiggled seductively.

“Do you see something you like, Draco?”

“Shut up,” he replied, swatting her on the backside. “I’m so pissed at you I can’t see straight.”

“Let me help you focus.” Hermione turned to face him and slipped the straps of her shirt off her shoulders, exposing her breasts.

He chewed on his thumbnail as he eyed her chest. He knew exactly what she was doing, but he wasn’t about to just forget what she had done.

“I like that just fine but...”

“And do you like this?” She then unfastened her pants, kicking her shoes off as she stepped out of them. With a seductive grin, she licked her finger and trailed it between her breasts, slowly moving lower.

Malfoy swallowed hard as she dipped her hand between her legs and began to massage back and forth. No panties!? The moonlight bathed her creamy skin and made her stand out in the foggy enclosed area in one of Hogwarts many 'out of bounds' grounds, she was a vision to behold. He clenched his jaw when she leaned against a tall stone pillar and moaned his name.

“This isn’t going to work, Granger.”

“What’s that in the front of your pants then?” Her hips were grinding in a small circle and she smiled when he glanced down at his pants. She watched as he gripped the bulk that was growing larger by the second, trying to hide it. “Looks like it’s working fine," she whispered breathlessly.

“Don’t look at it!” He growled, trying to squeeze himself hard enough to hurt so that his dick would mistakenly think it was wrong to be aroused by the muggle-born witch at a time like this.

Hermione began walking toward him, slinking through the high uncut grass as he backed away from her. With every step she took, he eyed the way her breasts jiggled slightly and then his gaze rested on her pouty lips as his back pressed against a rough edged wall. “You haven’t even said you’re sorry. I’m not touching you!”

“Really?” Hermione narrowed her eyes and took a step back so he could gaze at her entire body again. “Because these breasts …” she gently tugged her nipples and then cupped them both in her palms. “these breasts won’t be touched by you anytime soon if you don’t touch them now.”

“Is that right?” He felt a small smile spread across his features as she turned and wiggled her ass.

“And this ass …” She smacked herself once, the pop echoing through the night. “This ass won’t be anyone’s but mine if you don’t start kissing it right about now.”

“I don’t kiss anyone’s ass,” he shot back, and fought the urge to trail his fingers over the small red hand print she left on her rounded globe.

She turned and cocked her head to one side. “Well, if you don’t kiss my ass from time to time you can’t kiss here either.” Her hand wandered back between her legs and she sighed softly. "And what was it you said-- that you couldn't get enough of me and my--"

“Will you knock it off?” he shouted, as the zipper of his pants bit into his erection. “This isn’t going to work and you’re only making me madder.”

Hermione ignored him and moved toward a pillar that had been somehow knocked down, so only a stump of it remained, so that it was at waist level. With a grin over her shoulder she draped herself over it, standing on her tiptoes. The first time he had taken her had properly taken her with no resistance on her part had been with her bent over that pillar, with her in very much the same position. “Come on, Malfoy. You know you want it.”

Growling, he yanked his fly open and pulled himself free, stalking toward her. “You won’t fucking enjoy it.”

Her reply was cut short when he gripped her hips and sheathed himself in her hot moisture. The pillar dug into her pelvic bone as she lay across it and every thrust of his hips caused her to rub her lower stomach back and forth, making her feel raw. It was a struggle to keep from crying out and begging him to let her change position, but she knew better. He was pissed and she wasn’t about to break his concentration. If he wasn’t thinking about what she had done then she was fine for the time being.

Malfoy was unmerciful as he slammed into her pussy. It pissed him off that she was so wet and was making tiny sounds of pleasure. How dare she enjoy it and how dare he let himself be so easily taken in by her? He stood straight and slapped her as hard as he could across the cheek of her ass. His fingers had left white spots where he had gripped her so tightly and now she turned red before his eyes. Snarling, he did it again and again.

Hermione refused to cry out in shock. Instead, she gripped the Pillar tighter and thrust backwards against him, stunned at how much she enjoyed the pleasure and the pain. It was a welcome relief when he slid his arm around her waist and yanked her backwards. He drove her downward, onto her knees and continued to pound her so hard her teeth rattled. Desperate for release, she brought her hand between her leg and began to massage her clit.

As soon as Malfoy realized what she was doing, he flipped her onto her back and pinned her arms. Staring down at her, he shook his head. “No, luv. I told you that you wouldn’t enjoy it.”
“Please?” she practically sobbed.

“Tell me you’re sorry.” He slid back into her and slowly gyrated his hips, teasing her with what she knew he was capable of.

Hermione pursed her lips, whimpering slightly as he raked his teeth slowly over her breast. The pain was minimal, but she could tell by the way he was lapping at her skin that he had been rewarded with a few droplets of her blood. Arching her back, she tried to grind her pelvis into his, but he moved back slightly. “Draco, don’t stop!”

“Are you going to apologize to me?” He left just the tip of his cock inside of her, holding her legs firmly to keep her at bay.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

“I want to hear you say it.” He slid into her slowly, then pulled back when he was sure that he felt her surge against him. “Meet me halfway, Granger, just apologize.”

“I won’t say it.” Hermione looked him dead in the eye. “I will never apologize to you for anything.”

A smile lit up his features and he trailed his tongue out, moistening his lips. “Really? Never?”

“That’s right.” Hermione narrowed her eyes, wondering why he was so delighted at her refusal.

“Well, I guess I will have to make do with this then, won’t I?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer, and instead, began to pound into her again. Not bothering to acknowledge her growing need, he concentrated on his own climax, and soon enough, he was leaning over her, trying to get his bearings.

Hermione slipped out of his grasp and turned to face him, holding her hands in front of her breasts, as if she was suddenly shy. “That can’t be it.”

Malfoy, still on his knees, quickly tucked himself back into his pants, and stood, making a great show of stretching his arms above his head.

“Why not?”

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*Stupid bloody woman with her stupid bloody hair...and that stupid bloody mewling sound she makes when she-

*Who's this your talking about, Malfoy?*

Draco didn't answer...he didn't need to

She knew.