Unwanted Repercussions - formerly consequences

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A/N sorry no matter how many times i write and re-write this chapter I just don\'t like it. But it has to happen for the rest of the story to make sense soo.... (BTW sorry if chapter 15 seem\'s really weak and full of errors but because it got deleted somehow i had to quickly upload the un-checked version so the story made sense however i will be fixing all the errors and fine tuning it tomorrow!)


Lucius Malfoy was filthy, his normally platinum hair was stained a dusky yellow. Dark purple shadows circled his eyes and his finger nails were caked with dirt. He was huddled in the mountains just outside of Hogsmeade, his skeletally weak frame shaking slightly as the chill of the night air swept around him and he pulled his ragged robes even more tightly around his emaciated frame.

Only yesterday he had been rotting in Azkaban, his money had been enough to ensure that he was placed in a low security-zone (and therefore low dementor-zone); he would have lost his wits long ago if he was under the heavy duty surveillance of the Dementors. An hour a day was more than enough for Lucius.

Along with laxer security he had also been favoured with weekly visits and private post. Narcissa had managed to slip him a vial of the drought of the living-dead in her last visit; he was still amazed at her ingenuity slipping the tiny vial in his mouth as she gave him his weekly goodbye kiss. No-one suspected a thing. All he had to do was bide his time until he would use it. He had been waiting for a letter from his Lord before taking the potion (which made the pulse of the drinker undetectable, Dementors could only detect the pulse of a human their eyesight was appalling so he was able to slip by them without them knowing he was there, or notice he was gone until it was too late), but another letter had arrived which prompted him to take further action.

He unfurled the letter which was now clenched in his palm and read it for what seemed like the millionth time since he had received it, his anger burning with each word he read.

Dearest Mr Malfoy,

I’m afraid it is my sad duty to report to you that your son has been cavorting with a mudblood, and, what’s worse is that the filth is none other than Hermione Granger best friend of Harry Potter, enemy of the great Lord.
I know that a man such as yourself, being of pureblood and high status must find this news absolutely devastating but I must continue, not only has he struck some sort of sordid love affair with the girl he has also gotten her pregnant thus sullying the untarnished Malfoy line.
I wish you the best of luck in however you deem fit to approach this matter however I advise you act fast, before it is too late.

Yours truly,
Pansy Parkinson.

Lucius began to shake even harder, however this was nothing to do with the chill, he clenched the letter in his hand and let out a loud animalistic cry which echoed through the tree’s into the night, causing the nearby bats to flutter screeching into the night.

Draco and his whore would pay for this!

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It was Sunday morning and Draco woke with a painful crick in his neck, he looked around hazily remembering that he had fallen asleep with Hermione in his arms in the common room last night. He looked down at her and smiled, her golden curls framed her face giving her an alluring angelic quality, her dark eyelashes a stark contrast on her pale skin giving her the appearance of porcelain doll. He gently cupped her cheek and leant in to kiss her on forehead, before giving her a gentle shake, he loathed to have to wake her but his arm was getting pins and needles and it was starting to hurt.

“Alright alright” she complained feeling Draco shake her, “I’ve been awake for ten minutes”

There was a twinkle in her eye and Draco flushed a pale pink.

She left Draco sitting contemplating his stupidity, heaving herself off of the chair. She was about to walk to the bathroom before she spun around with a grace and speed that surprised Draco for a woman in her condition and planted a chaste kiss on his forehead before bounding out of the room.

Draco sat dazed for a good minute before registering what just happened and his face cracked into and uncharacteristic grin. He ran a hand through his hair before shouting at the bathroom door.

“I’m going down to breakfast!”

“’Kay!”

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When Draco entered the great hall it was eerily quiet, people were huddled in small groups whispering under their breaths. Draco’s brows furrowed in confusion and he walked over towards the Slytherin table where everyone was either sat in small groups whispering animatedly, nudging each other and pointing at him or markedly looking away and playing with their food. Noticing a group of nearby fifth years who were currently pointing at him he walked over, irritated, and pushed his way between them.

“What the fuck is going…oh my god…”

Draco reached down picking up the newspaper that was lying between them, tore it down the middle and stormed towards the door. However before he left he stood at the entrance to the hall, raised his wand in the air shouting “ACCIO NEWSPAPERS!” and watched as all the papers flew towards him before lighting them into a bonfire with his wand. He then proceeded to swoop out of the room not noticing Snapes ominous slate eyes boring into him as he went.

Oh fuck, Lucius was free! How on earth did he get past the Dementors? Draco cursed under his breath his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, his nails digging painfully into the fleshy palms of his hands as he did so.

He was on his way to his common room, to let Hermione know the dreadful news, he figured it would be better coming from him, when he walked straight into Pansy who landed sprawled on the floor. Pansy noted Draco’s flustered state and quickly came to the conclusion that he had seen the daily prophet. She pulled herself off of the floor and brushed down her robes.

“Seen the paper today Draco?” She grinned at him knowingly.

Draco’s eyes flashed menacingly and he walked towards her until he was so close that she could feel his cool breath on her face. She reached out and traced his cheek with a perfectly manicured nail and whispered.

“Come on Draco, did you think I wouldn’t tell him? I’m sure Lucius only risked his life so he could meet his grandchild.” She smirked at him and made a move to walk past but he was too fast and grabbed her by the throat, he slowly began to apply intense pressure onto her neck so that she could only splutter in protest.

Meanwhile Hermione was walking towards the great hall with some trepidation, she had briefly wondered whether to get Dobby to bring her some food but she decided against it, not wanting to put the little elf out and realising she had to face her friends sooner or later.

She had just rounded a corner when she noticed Draco holding Pansy in the air by her throat. The girl was hanging limply and her face had taken on a purplish hue.

“Draco No!” she ran forward grabbing the boy’s arm causing him to drop Pansy, who landed in a heap on the floor coughing and spluttering.

He looked at Hermione with wide eyes.

“Go back to our room!”

“No! what were you playing at Draco?

Pansy looked up at them hatefully from the floor before screaming at Hermione.

“That’s Malfoy to you bitch! Surprised you aren’t up stairs cowering because I doubt you and that filthy brat inside of you is going to make it to next week!\" She noticed the confused expression on Hermione\'s face and laughed, \"Not read the paper yet? Let me fill you in huh? Lucius has escaped from Azkaban and it’s because I told him about you! I’d watch you\'re back if i were you, you mudblood SLUT!

Hermione’s lip began to quiver.

“You’re lying…”

Pansy stood up, ignoring Draco who was shaking with anger, his face had taken on a waxy green pallor. She walked towards Hermione, threw a copy of the Daily Prophet in her face and sauntered in the opposite direction.

With shaking hands Hermione picked up the paper and read the front page. She groaned and slumped against Draco who gently scooped her into his arms and cradled her against his chest.

“It’s true…”

Suddenly a sharp pain tore through Hermione’s abdomen and she fell to the floor clutching her stomach.

\"Draco! Help me!\"

“Hermione!” Draco didn’t think twice and ran with her in his arms to the Hospital wing.

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“Lay her down on the bed, that’s it right there.”

Madam Pomfrey rushed towards the bed where Hermione was now laying and ran her wand over her swollen stomach.

“The babies are fine, but they are in distress, we have to deliver them now!”

As soon as she spoke these words Snape, McGonagall and Dumbledore walked through the door.

The three teachers hurried towards Hermione\'s bedside but Dumbledore was the only one to notice Draco’s presence.

“She’ll be fine but you are no help in here, go and wait out side.”

Draco obliged begrudgingly fuming inside, but he knew it wouldn’t make any difference if he argued. Worrying about Hermione was more important right now.

He paced for what seemed like hours outside the hospital wing like a caged animal not leaving his post once. His heart leapt in his throat when the door suddenly flew open and Dumbledore smiled benevolently down at him.

\"She is awake, you can go in now.\"

Draco stepped cautiously around the door, almost as if he was afraid that a sudden movement my trigger a sudden relapse. He looked towards the bed where Hermione was laid; he could see her silhouette through the thin curtain and gently pulled it back.

There she sat holding two small bundles in her arms, her normally wild hair was limp and plastered to her forehead, her skin was pale and sickly but despite all that she had a huge smile plastered on her face and Draco had never seen her look so beautiful.

He took a step closer and peered curiously at the babies in her arms, one was swathed in a pink blanket and one in blue.

Kaida had dark hazel eyes and a few delicate curls framing her face, she looked very much like her mother except that her hair was the exact silvery blonde of his own, wheras Tybalt’s eyes were an intense grey and his hair was a sandy blonde almost a halfway point between both parents.

Hermione licked her lips, her throat was sore and talking was a lot of effort but she managed to mumble gently.

“would you like to hold them?”

Draco nodded mutely reaching tentatively to take the small bundles from her arms.

When both infants were safely encased in each arm he felt a rush of love so strong it felt like he had been hit full force with a bludger straight in the chest. They were so warm and tiny, he would die for them, his heart lurched uncomfortably at the terrifying thought that bad anything could happen to them.

For one brief second Draco wondered if his father had ever felt the same rush of love for him as he felt for his children but he shook the thought away. He wouldn’t let anything spoil this for him.

Hermione\'s heart leapt at the sight of the her two darlings being held by their father and with one final smile she allowed herself to relax into the peaceful oblivion of slumber.

“Urgh”

Hermione rubbed her eyes and looked around groggily. It was freezing! She reluctantly hauled herself out of bed and walked over to shut the window, the hospital wing was deserted. Odd, but Hermione thought nothing of it and proceeded to walk into the cubicle next to hers to check on the babies.

However upon enetering the cubicle her world seem to fall apart, shattered into a thousand peices and her mouth opened in a slient scream of pure and utter terror. There stood Lucius Malfoy, Voldemorts most faithfull servant, holding her defenseless children, one cradled in each arm.

He grinned maliciously at her with yellowing teeth.

“Hello there Mudblood.\"

He greeted her almost conversationally, his cold silky voce causing her to shudder involuntarily and her wand hand twtiched on instinct, she didnt even have her wand. Madam Pomfrey had removed it from her earlier.

\"You are going to be a good girl now aren\'t you? make one false move mudblood...\"

He said quriking his head towards the infants in his arms, his voice laced with venom and underlying threat.

\"And I will kill them.\"