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29,664
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chapter 17
A/N: Finally back THANKS SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT EVERYONE. Im fine now and really appreciate all of your great comments, so sorry for the shortness of the chapter but im just trying to get back into the swing of things so, without further ado......
Disclaimer: I don\'t own anything to do with Harry Potter and I\'m not making any money out of this etc
LAST TIME!
However upon enetering the cubicle her mouth opened in a slient scream. There stood Lucius Malfoy as bold as brass holding her children, one cradled in each arm.
He grinned maliciously at her with yellowing teeth.
“Make one false move mudblood and they die!”
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Hermione swallowed, her fingers clenching and unclenching at her sides, her hazel eyes wide and glistening with un-shed tears.
“Lucius please…” she implored, her voice was small barely distinguishable in the heavy silence of the room but it didn’t waver.
Lucius observed the witch in front of him, his cold steel eyes boring into her, his pupils followed the path of the tears which ran silently down her soft cheeks, over her neck and past the neckline of her gown. Her skin was luminescent in the moonlight giving her an ethereal glow and her hair hung gracefully around her shoulders. She was captivating to look at but Lucius didn’t let himself forget what she had done, anger burned inside of him and he tightened his grip on the infants, his immaculate pale hands clenching at their blankets.
“I’ll do anything…”
Lucius head snapped up and he stared her deep in the eyes, a grin began to form on his pale lips.
“Anything mudblood?”
Then with a speed and grace that could rival his own son’s he placed the infants on the bed beside him and closed the gap between Hermione and himself wrapping his hand around her throat.
He moved his lips close to her ear, she shuddered as she felt his hot wet breath washing over the side of her face and the index finger of his free hand trail down her neck.
“Anything?” He hissed menacingly.
Hermione’s eyes widened in realisation and inhaled deeply unwittingly pressing her chest tantalizingly against Lucius’. He groaned inwardly, indeed it was a long time since he had experienced the pleasures of the flesh.
Hermione shot one last loving look at the babes resting obliviously on the bed and closed her eyes letting more tears trickle down her face.
“Anything.”
She gasped suddenly as she felt a familiar tug at her navel and then she was gone.
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Draco had barely slept that night. His stomach was doing flip-flops and he grinned despite his fatigue. They were his, all three of them and he would never let them go.
He looked at the clock beside his bed. 5:30. Too early. But he was itching to visit them, he would be quiet he reasoned with himself, they wouldn’t even know he was there.
Happy with this conclusion he flung himself out of bed, pulled a jumper over his head and, still wearing his pyjamas he hurriedly made his way to the hospital wing.
Forgetting his earlier promise to himself to be surreptitious incase of disturbing the babies or Hermione he burst into the hospital wing a large smile spread across his face.
“Hermione! Wake up! It’s me, where are the babies?”
Without waiting for a reply Draco marched towards the cubicle where she had been resting the day before and yanked the curtain back.
Draco’s smile dropped suddenly and he furrowed his brow in confusion. The bed was empty and un-made, \'she\'s probably with the babies\', he thought to himself as he went to the next cubicle.
There they were, he grinned momentarily forgetting about Hermione as he saw the babies asleep on the bed. ‘Bed?’ he thought to himself, ‘shouldn’t they be in their cots?’ He lifted them gingerly placing them back in their cots. After giving them on last kiss on the forehead each he stood up, intending to go in search of Hermione when he noticed a letter taped to the nearby window.
Walking anxiously towards it he tore the parchment from the glass and began to read.
Draco,
I can’t do this. I’m only 17, I don’t want children and I can’t be with you, I never really loved you, I just knew that your money could help me take care of the babies that should never have been born.
Don’t search for me.
You will never see me again.
Yours
Hermione.
Tears pricked Draco’s eyes, but he quickly blinked them back and laughed dryly. After all they had been through, after all their progress... So be it! He crushed the letter in his hand and his eyes resumed the cold hardness that had long since vacated them. Draco Malfoy was back.
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Meanwhile
Hermione lay curled in a foetal position in the Malfoy dungeons. Her face and hair were smeared with dirt and her night-gown was torn and bloody. She had the worst night of her life last night, she placed a hand gingerly on her lower chest and flinched, it wouldn’t surprise her if her ribs were broken.
She remembered her infants back at Hogwarts and violent sobs wracked her fragile body, large pearly tears flowed from her eyes, which were already puffed and red from hours of crying.
How could everything go so horribly wrong? She fingered the gold bangle that hung from her wrist and read the engraving, before collapsing once more into floods of tears, barely hearing her own loud animalistic howls that resonated off of the walls of the cavernous dungeons.
Property of Lucius Malfoy.
FLASHBACK.
Crack! Hermione and Lucius suddenly appeared in a large Manor. The floors were solid marble and glistened immaculately and the walls were a tasteful cream colour. In font of them was a grand staircase which separated into two winding paths about halfway up, a gold chandelier hung from the ceiling and large portraits of blonde haired sneering men glared down at them.
Before Hermione was able to shake off the woozy sickness that accompanied un-expected apparition Lucius pointed his wand at the unsuspecting victim and bellowed in a cold voice.
“Petrificus Totalus!”
When Hermione awoke she found her self strapped to a large table in a room that was so different from the one she had been in earlier it was hard to believe she was in the same house. She craned her neck stiffly and was relieved to see she was still fully dressed. The walls were a dark grey stone and were damp with condensation and flith. There was a small window at the top of the room, which allowed the smallest sliver of moonlight to filter through and cast a silver patch on the opposite wall.
Suddenly she heard footsteps and turned her head to face where the sound was coming from and whimpered as she saw the ominous form of Lucius Malfoy emerge from the inky blackness.
“Well well Mudblood, surprised to find yourself still alive? You should be. I had intended to kill you and your brats earlier tonight, but you presented me with an offer, I just could refuse.”
He ran his cold hand down her body as he stated this point emphasising everyword.
“Funny what some mothers will do for their children is it not? That fool Lily Potter died for hers and look at you, strung up and at my mercy for the sake of two useless bundles of bastard halfblood flesh, because that’s all they are. They’ll never be anything more…”
Hermione closed her eyes and turned away from him as he spoke and he grabbed her by the face forcing her to look at him.
“You WILL NOT look away while I talk to you! You don’t seem to realise the lives of you and your darling children…” He said the last two words in a high mocking tone, “…are still in a very vulnerable position.\"
He cleared his throat before continuing.
\"So here is my offer, in exchange for their lives, you will give yourself to me. Fully and wholly. You will by my personal slave, for eternity.”
Hermione’s breath hitched in her throat at his words and disgust washed over her with the intensity of a tidal wave.
“Never!” She spat at him.
Lucius smirked wiping the spittle off of his face with his hand and wiping it on the hem of her skirt.
“So be it, you will come around whether you like it or not! Crucio!”
He yelled pointing his wand at her bound body laughing maliciously as her body thrashed in their confines and her high pitched screams filled the room.
END FLASHBACK
Disclaimer: I don\'t own anything to do with Harry Potter and I\'m not making any money out of this etc
LAST TIME!
However upon enetering the cubicle her mouth opened in a slient scream. There stood Lucius Malfoy as bold as brass holding her children, one cradled in each arm.
He grinned maliciously at her with yellowing teeth.
“Make one false move mudblood and they die!”
00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Hermione swallowed, her fingers clenching and unclenching at her sides, her hazel eyes wide and glistening with un-shed tears.
“Lucius please…” she implored, her voice was small barely distinguishable in the heavy silence of the room but it didn’t waver.
Lucius observed the witch in front of him, his cold steel eyes boring into her, his pupils followed the path of the tears which ran silently down her soft cheeks, over her neck and past the neckline of her gown. Her skin was luminescent in the moonlight giving her an ethereal glow and her hair hung gracefully around her shoulders. She was captivating to look at but Lucius didn’t let himself forget what she had done, anger burned inside of him and he tightened his grip on the infants, his immaculate pale hands clenching at their blankets.
“I’ll do anything…”
Lucius head snapped up and he stared her deep in the eyes, a grin began to form on his pale lips.
“Anything mudblood?”
Then with a speed and grace that could rival his own son’s he placed the infants on the bed beside him and closed the gap between Hermione and himself wrapping his hand around her throat.
He moved his lips close to her ear, she shuddered as she felt his hot wet breath washing over the side of her face and the index finger of his free hand trail down her neck.
“Anything?” He hissed menacingly.
Hermione’s eyes widened in realisation and inhaled deeply unwittingly pressing her chest tantalizingly against Lucius’. He groaned inwardly, indeed it was a long time since he had experienced the pleasures of the flesh.
Hermione shot one last loving look at the babes resting obliviously on the bed and closed her eyes letting more tears trickle down her face.
“Anything.”
She gasped suddenly as she felt a familiar tug at her navel and then she was gone.
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Draco had barely slept that night. His stomach was doing flip-flops and he grinned despite his fatigue. They were his, all three of them and he would never let them go.
He looked at the clock beside his bed. 5:30. Too early. But he was itching to visit them, he would be quiet he reasoned with himself, they wouldn’t even know he was there.
Happy with this conclusion he flung himself out of bed, pulled a jumper over his head and, still wearing his pyjamas he hurriedly made his way to the hospital wing.
Forgetting his earlier promise to himself to be surreptitious incase of disturbing the babies or Hermione he burst into the hospital wing a large smile spread across his face.
“Hermione! Wake up! It’s me, where are the babies?”
Without waiting for a reply Draco marched towards the cubicle where she had been resting the day before and yanked the curtain back.
Draco’s smile dropped suddenly and he furrowed his brow in confusion. The bed was empty and un-made, \'she\'s probably with the babies\', he thought to himself as he went to the next cubicle.
There they were, he grinned momentarily forgetting about Hermione as he saw the babies asleep on the bed. ‘Bed?’ he thought to himself, ‘shouldn’t they be in their cots?’ He lifted them gingerly placing them back in their cots. After giving them on last kiss on the forehead each he stood up, intending to go in search of Hermione when he noticed a letter taped to the nearby window.
Walking anxiously towards it he tore the parchment from the glass and began to read.
Draco,
I can’t do this. I’m only 17, I don’t want children and I can’t be with you, I never really loved you, I just knew that your money could help me take care of the babies that should never have been born.
Don’t search for me.
You will never see me again.
Yours
Hermione.
Tears pricked Draco’s eyes, but he quickly blinked them back and laughed dryly. After all they had been through, after all their progress... So be it! He crushed the letter in his hand and his eyes resumed the cold hardness that had long since vacated them. Draco Malfoy was back.
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Meanwhile
Hermione lay curled in a foetal position in the Malfoy dungeons. Her face and hair were smeared with dirt and her night-gown was torn and bloody. She had the worst night of her life last night, she placed a hand gingerly on her lower chest and flinched, it wouldn’t surprise her if her ribs were broken.
She remembered her infants back at Hogwarts and violent sobs wracked her fragile body, large pearly tears flowed from her eyes, which were already puffed and red from hours of crying.
How could everything go so horribly wrong? She fingered the gold bangle that hung from her wrist and read the engraving, before collapsing once more into floods of tears, barely hearing her own loud animalistic howls that resonated off of the walls of the cavernous dungeons.
Property of Lucius Malfoy.
FLASHBACK.
Crack! Hermione and Lucius suddenly appeared in a large Manor. The floors were solid marble and glistened immaculately and the walls were a tasteful cream colour. In font of them was a grand staircase which separated into two winding paths about halfway up, a gold chandelier hung from the ceiling and large portraits of blonde haired sneering men glared down at them.
Before Hermione was able to shake off the woozy sickness that accompanied un-expected apparition Lucius pointed his wand at the unsuspecting victim and bellowed in a cold voice.
“Petrificus Totalus!”
When Hermione awoke she found her self strapped to a large table in a room that was so different from the one she had been in earlier it was hard to believe she was in the same house. She craned her neck stiffly and was relieved to see she was still fully dressed. The walls were a dark grey stone and were damp with condensation and flith. There was a small window at the top of the room, which allowed the smallest sliver of moonlight to filter through and cast a silver patch on the opposite wall.
Suddenly she heard footsteps and turned her head to face where the sound was coming from and whimpered as she saw the ominous form of Lucius Malfoy emerge from the inky blackness.
“Well well Mudblood, surprised to find yourself still alive? You should be. I had intended to kill you and your brats earlier tonight, but you presented me with an offer, I just could refuse.”
He ran his cold hand down her body as he stated this point emphasising everyword.
“Funny what some mothers will do for their children is it not? That fool Lily Potter died for hers and look at you, strung up and at my mercy for the sake of two useless bundles of bastard halfblood flesh, because that’s all they are. They’ll never be anything more…”
Hermione closed her eyes and turned away from him as he spoke and he grabbed her by the face forcing her to look at him.
“You WILL NOT look away while I talk to you! You don’t seem to realise the lives of you and your darling children…” He said the last two words in a high mocking tone, “…are still in a very vulnerable position.\"
He cleared his throat before continuing.
\"So here is my offer, in exchange for their lives, you will give yourself to me. Fully and wholly. You will by my personal slave, for eternity.”
Hermione’s breath hitched in her throat at his words and disgust washed over her with the intensity of a tidal wave.
“Never!” She spat at him.
Lucius smirked wiping the spittle off of his face with his hand and wiping it on the hem of her skirt.
“So be it, you will come around whether you like it or not! Crucio!”
He yelled pointing his wand at her bound body laughing maliciously as her body thrashed in their confines and her high pitched screams filled the room.
END FLASHBACK