Repercussions

The air was black, thick, and still. The trees that lined the edge of the Forbidden Forest mirrored the dark sky, blending seamlessly into the heavens beyond. A pale blonde man stood rigid on the stone steps to the entrance of a vast castle. His eyes darted frantically around in the darkness over the grounds, searching for some sign of his prey. He had seen her leave through the large doors out into the cold night just seconds before, but she had been swallowed easily by the dark. His ears strained against the silence, willing himself to hear the crunching of grass, ragged breathing, or even a heartbeat. He heard nothing.

He cautiously stepped down from the safety of the stairs and ventured on into the night. A cool breeze ruffled the trees in the distance and made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He shrugged it off and kept walking purposefully across the grounds, sensing where she had gone more than seeing.

Finally, when defeat had just started to settle in, he caught a glimpse of two pinpricks of light off in the distance and he redoubled his stride, just as the light disappeared.

She had seen him.

“Stop!” he called out to her. She didn’t heed his command but he could hear her frenzied breathing. He was faster than her, and quickly gaining on her failing attempt at a getaway.

A stronger breeze blew through the trees, making the crackling leaves drown out any sound of his quarry, but it didn’t matter. The clouds had shifted, and the silver moonlight shone down on the grounds, casting shadows over the dewy grass.

A figure was illuminated along the edge of the trees, pacing back and forth. Draco stopped and watched as she finally acknowledged his presence. Her face was stark white and shown with tears. No sooner had she raised her eyes to him than her head was down towards the bundle of blankets in her arms.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he spat out in a low whisper. She looked up at him with wide scared eyes, and Draco thought he could see a small battle raging on behind them.

“He told me he’d give me answers,” she said in a trembling voice, signaling to the bundle she was carrying with a jerk of her head. “I- I need answers…”

“Don’t tell me you’re… that you’re-” he broke off, as if the idea of what she was about to do was as unmentionable as You-Know-Who’s name.

“I’m- I’m sorry…” she whispered, dropping her lids as more tears slid down her cheeks. Without warning her wand was out and drawn on him, swishing through the air with grace and ease.

“Petrificus totalus!” she shouted. Draco fell to the ground, stiff as a board, only able to move his eyes. He silently cursed his unsuspecting reflexes. Something was not right about tonight, and he felt especially vulnerable lying helpless in the cool grass. The air was too thick, the trees too still, and the Dark Forest too quiet. There was definitely something off, but all Draco could do was strain his senses for some sign of what was to come.

He heard the sharp cry of a baby and its mother’s soft coos to sooth it. Still, she didn’t leave her spot, and was staring off into the distance with glazed over eyes tinged with fear. He watched as she clutched the small bundle closer to her chest and seemed to sink further into the trees, her gaze fixed on a spot out of the scope of Draco’s vision.

Then he saw it. A large black-cloaked being was flying out from the sky like a giant bird of prey. Hermione stood in a trance like state as the robed figure swooped down on her. Draco screamed at her to run and hide, but his lips never moved and only he could hear his desperate pleas. The baby’s shrill cry cut the air as it was taken into the creature’s clutches along with its mother. Draco could do nothing but lie there feeling powerless, fighting off the curse with all his might, but without a wand his attempts were futile.

Suddenly the curse ended. Malfoy struggled to his feet just as the baby’s cries died off into the night. He knew what the curse ending meant, but he tried to push the thought to the back of his mind as he ran to the spot she had last set foot. He fell to his knees, searching the ground for a sign of his love.

“No.. no no no no….NO!” he cried into the damp but empty grass. His hands traced the ground , but his eyes stared off into the trees… “No.. no… no….”

“Malfoy?” Hermione asked in a confused voice, flicking him between the eyes to get his attention.

“No… no- what?” he croaked out, finally opening his eyes to find a pair of chocolate brown ones only inches from him, looking down on him with a quirked brow.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m-” he said panting, but stopped to think for a minute. “What?”

“Well you were stock still, then all of a sudden you were thrashing around like a madman… It was kind of amusing,” she added as an afterthought.

“Well I’m so glad my sleeping habits can humor you,” he mumbled groggily, trying to shake off the horrible nightmare. He saw his robes and boxers lying haphazardly across the floor, and smirked when he realized that he was completely naked in the Head Girl’s bed. She however, was fully dressed in her school robes, quickly pacing the room and tidying up her things. She ignored his comment.

“Do you mind getting up? I have a lot of research to do and I need to go get started,” she stated formally, trying to ignore the way her bed sheets were tangled tightly around his body, giving him the appearance of a Greek god.

“So why do I need to come?”

“You don’t, I’d just prefer if you weren’t in my room when I left.”

“Well somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Sorry I didn’t realize I slept on it, I was too busy consoling you while you bawled your eyes out in between tearing my clothes off,” he replied with a sneer, quite offended by her attitude with him, and reciprocating it without missing a stride.

“Fine, make yourself at home. Try on my clothes and make some long distance calls while you’re at it. I don’t care!” she shouted before grabbing her bag and slamming the door behind her. Nude and confused Draco decided that she had gone off her rocker, and brushed it off. Harder to brush off was the feeling he had gotten when his dream-self had watched Hermione and his child being stolen away from him. Like he needed another disturbing image hanging over his head when he already had to deal with a supposed virgin birth.

Meanwhile, Hermione had grabbed a plate full of food and fled back to the seventh floor to revisit the Room of Requirement. She planned to spend the day reading up on everything she needed to know about her condition. Her condition that was made only worse by the fact that Malfoy knew.

Malfoy… She didn’t know exactly why she had such a short tempter with him that morning. After all, he had been perfectly nice to her. Too nice, almost like he wasn’t being sincere, and it unnerved her. Then she’d awoken to find his naked form pressed against her equally naked body, and she’d remembered how badly she had wanted him the night before. She was so angry with herself that she had gotten so caught up in his presence once again, especially when she had much more pressing matters that should have been occupying her thoughts. She knew she had taken out her frustrations on him though. He had seen her so beaten down and vulnerable, and being short-tempered was her way of proving to him that she was a strong woman and she didn’t need him.

“I don’t need him. I can handle this,” she said in forced confidence and took a deep calming breath before she stepped through the door that had materialized only seconds earlier. The squashy armchair was back, along with the many books lining the walls, and Hermione was soon far too caught up in her reading to spare a thought for the Head Boy.



*****



Draco couldn’t stand to be alone with only his thoughts for company, so he had spent the day lounging around the Slytherin common room with his fellow seventh year boys. All of whom had insisted on getting the scoop about Granger out of him. Pansy had obviously told his friends about how he yelled at her, which they wholeheartedly agreed with, although Crabbe thought he should have at least “gotten a little something-something.” Draco shot him a death look, and Vincent at least had the decency to look sheepish.

The conversation then steered dangerously close to the point where Draco had found his tongue roaming the familiar crevices of Hermione’s mouth. His friends were relentless, like gossip starved fourth year girls, but Draco wasn’t giving in. He claimed that he had only yelled at Pansy because he sobered up on the walk to school and didn’t find her attractive without the buzz, and then went to his dormitory to sleep. Still his friends pressed him. Draco’s anger was sparsely in check, but his mouth remained closed. Until…

“It’s ok guys, our friend that we thought to be such a ladies man, is obviously just embarrassed because he hasn’t gotten anywhere with the one girl in this school who probably needs it the most.”

“I STILL AM, I AM NOT, AND I HAVE TOO!” ‘Fuck!’ As realization dawned on him that he had completely blown his cover, Draco buried his head in his hands and stared blankly at his knees. His short temper was seriously getting the better of him lately. He used to pride himself on the fact that he could almost always keep it cool, and rarely let anyone see him lose it. The year before he had broken down in front of Moaning Myrtle after the pressure of his last mission had overwhelmed him. He had paid dearly for his moment of weakness though, and still had the faded scars to prove it.

Now, the inadequate and halfhearted attempts at murder seemed like a walk in the park compared to the stress he was under at the moment. What with the Dark Lord and his father constantly in the back of his mind, mingled with his relentless struggles of his feelings for the head girl, it was a wonder he had lasted as long as he did without cracking down.

Shaking his head away from his thoughts and back to the present situation, he realized that the room had gone unnaturally quiet. All eyes were on him. His conniving little friends’ faces were all plastered with the same knowing smirk. They didn’t seem surprised by his outburst, more like pleased with themselves for getting it out of him.

“Look,” Draco said in a deep but soft growl. “Fine, we kissed, happy now? I’ll tell you that it was very heated kissing and fucking amazing if that’s what you want to hear, I don’t care. But I swear, if any of this gets out to ANYONE, especially to Pansy, I will not rest until each one of your anuses is relocated to your foreheads. Got it?” he finished, breathing hard and glaring at each of them in turn.

“See well, there is one little problem,” Blaise stated bravely. “We already knew you kissed her mate. Pansy told us she saw you, we just wanted you to admit to it,” he finished off softly and shrugged apologetically.

“Fuck,” Draco spat out under his breath. If she had seen them kissing, what else had she seen? Could she have stumbled upon the pregnancy test like he had?

Without a backwards glance, he left the cold dungeons for his own more private common room. He needed to talk to Hermione. So many thoughts were cruising through his mind it was a wonder he could walk straight. Things he needed to know, things he needed to tell her… just everything. They needed a plan. If Pansy knew that they had kissed, Hermione could be in serious danger. There was no telling the lengths that Pansy would go to make Draco pay for his ‘betrayal’ to the pure blood race.

After waiting impatiently for a few hours, he headed down to lunch… and then dinner. Still, Hermione was nowhere to be found. He was really starting to panic now.

Hours later, Draco awoke sprawled out uncomfortably on the common room couch. The sun was pouring through the high windows signifying that it was already the next morning. He had stayed up to wait for Hermione to return after not seeing her at lunch or dinner, and dozed off. He gingerly got to his feet, stretching out his sore neck and back. It was Monday, which meant he had another five days of classes to endure between trying to get himself out of the deep hole that just kept getting deeper. He showered and dressed, all the while reflecting on the absence of the head girl.

At breakfast, Draco’s gaze was immediately drawn to the Gryffindor table, where Hermione was sitting between her faithful sidekicks. Her eyes were a little puffy, but besides that she wasn’t showing any signs that her life had been turned upside down in the past 72 hours. If Draco weren’t so pissed off at her for worrying him, he would have been mildly impressed.

Just as he took his seat among his fellow Slytherins, the Headmistress rose from her spot at the high table, and tapped her spoon to her glass.

“Will all the fourth years and above please remain in the Great Hall after you have finished your meals. Your morning classes have been cancelled.”

Professor McGonagall’s announcement was greeted with cheers from the older students, and grumbles from the third years and below. Draco was intrigued. It wasn’t often that classes were cancelled, after all.

Slowly the younger students started to leave, and twice Draco had to stop himself from berating a couple of particularly fat ones for moving so slowly. Then, as he watched the last of them exit out through the large double doors, someone truly unwelcome entered. He had been so focused on Hermione that he hadn’t even noticed her absence from the Slytherin table. He quickly snatched the newspaper out of his neighbor’s hands, and feigned serious interest while trying to hide as much of his face as possible. His nose was almost touching the paper when she slipped in beside him, and it was too late to flip it the right way up.

“You’re not in the clear, not by a long shot Malfoy,” Pansy said in an undertone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Parkinson,” he replied, his face still hidden by the upside down Prophet.

“Spare me, save your charm for the mudblood.”

“Just get to the point. I already know you’ve been flapping your mouth about what you saw. Newsflash Pans, they don’t care.”

“Maybe your friends don’t care, but I’m sure hers will. Imagine the shock when the entire student body discovers that their Gryffindor Golden Girl has a dirty little secret in the form of the Slytherin Snake himself.”

Draco was at a loss for words. Pansy’s horrid personality and screechy voice always overshadowed the fact that she wasn’t as stupid as she pretended to be. Truth be told she was a conniving and cunning piece of work. The only thing he could think to do was act indifferent about the whole thing, and see how far it got him.

“What do I care if you tarnish her squeaky clean reputation, that’s what I’ve been trying to do since first year.” He thought this sounded good, like something his old self would say.

“If that’s how you want to play, I guess I’ll just have to tell them as a favor to you,” she sneered at him. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, and the sound of the Headmistress calling for attention in the background. The meeting no longer caught his interest, but as the room quieted down he knew it was no longer safe to continue the conversation.

“10 o’clock. My common room. Don’t be late.”

She replied with a curt nod, then put on a fake simpering smile and turned to face the front of the hall, where not only McGonagall was situated, but Madame Pomfrey as well.

“It has recently been brought to our attention that there are certain aspects to your education that may be lacking. Madame Pomfrey has suggested, and I agreed, that it would be pertinent to the well-being of the school, if we added this short informational seminar.” In spite of the newly acquired Pansy problem, Draco couldn’t help but show slight interest. Whatever news could make McGonagall beat around the bush and still bring some color to her cheeks must be something worth hearing.

“Yes well, usually we leave these kind of lessons to the parents to teach. However, it seems like with the current situation, well… This lesson in life skills will just cover the basics just incase your parents have neglected to do so. Madame Pomfrey, if you would kindly take over from here, I’m sure the students would appreciate it,” the headmistress concluded. Malfoy swore he saw her grin at her own embarrassment, before she quickly shuffled out of the hall.

“Good morning students, and welcome to the first sexual education course offered at Hogwarts.”

That was all it took for each and every occupant of the Great Hall’s chins to hit the floor. Draco’s eyes were immediately drawn to the Gryffindor table, where Hermione was staring straight back at him, terror etched on every inch of her face. He knew she was thinking the same thing as he was; two days after her pregnancy was discovered, sex ed. was being taught. It was not a coincidence. If she didn’t look so incredibly shocked, he would have thought that she went to the nurse and confessed. He didn’t believe for a minute that she would have done so though; no one could fake the horror stricken look she wore. The blame then shifted to the pathetic excuse for a lady sitting next to him. She was probably the only student that didn’t seem to think sex lessons at Hogwarts were the end of the world. In fact, she had a haughty, superior smirk playing her lips, like for once she found a subject she could excel in.

She made him sick, but before he could dwell on it for long, crisply spoken vulgar words rang across the hall and caught his attention.

“The male ejaculate then swims through the Fallopian tubes to the egg. Many sperm surround the egg in the Fallopian tube but a depolarization of the cell membrane once one has penetrated ensues that only one sperm reach the egg. Thus fertilization occurs. Now there are many ways to prevent this from happening, as I’m sure most of you are more concerned with your education right now than about raising a family. The easiest form of contraception is a simple charm you can cast up to six hours before intercourse occurs.”

At this point, most students were trying their best not to look at one another. Draco found it very ironic that a room full of teenagers, in which most of them had already had some form of sex, couldn’t bear to hear the word ‘vagina’ without blushing. Hell, half the hall had vaginas, and the other half penises, and still the air in the room could have been sliced with a butcher knife.

Draco didn’t understand what the big deal was. That was until the nurse pulled out an over-sized model of a penis and held it up for all to see. He snorted into his empty gold goblet, and he wasn’t the only one. A fourth year girl from the Hufflepuff table actually covered her eyes with her hands. If someone only had a camera, that picture would be worth a thousand words and then some.

Grasping the wooden penis in front of her, Madame Pomfrey pulled out her wand and cleared her throat.

“Now, you don’t need your wands to practice the charm. This can be used on either the male or female, or even both if you prefer. The incantation is preoccupo infantia, and it is relatively easy to perform. If you chose to cast the nonverbal charm, you need to think the incantation and tap said body part like so,” she said, demonstrating on the model. Sniggers echoed around the hall.

“Verbally, just say the words with your wand in your hand, it’s as simple as that. Now, shall we practice? Everybody, repeat after me: preoccupo infantia.”

The words were mumbled across the hall in monotone voices, but the nurse seemed satisfied.

“Now, sometimes things just happen, no matter how careful you think you may be. That is why abstinence is always the best policy. Of course, this is the 90’s now, and us old folks aren’t as oblivious as you may think us to be. If we were I’d be up here telling you all you’d be expelled for being sexually active, but then I’d just end up with a school full of fornicating teenagers.”

Some students chuckled at this, and Draco found his respect for the nurse rising considerably, even though he still had his suspicions about her.

“In the case of something unplanned occurring, I would like you to come to see me first thing. It is important that you get the necessary care for the health of you and the unborn child. I’m here to help, not to reprimand. Especially in these times, I think it is best to celebrate new life, in the light of everything that has happened, not suppress and hide it.”

Everyone seemed in deep thought at these words, while Madame Pomfrey paused to let them sink in. If anything could have confirmed Draco’s suspicions though, it was this. This was her way of checking up on Hermione and gaining her trust. Voldemort would want to make sure that everything was going on schedule, that his heir was healthy, and that Draco had followed the directions he was set. She would need routine check-ups… The nurse would examine her…

Then it hit him like a brick wall. Hermione Granger was physically a virgin in every aspect if it weren’t for the baby growing inside of her. As far as she knew she had never been fucked, but Draco Malfoy was. He was royally, seriously, deeply, never-going-to-get-out-of-this-alive, up-to-his-ears-in-doxy-droppings, fucked.

He didn’t even hear Madame Pomfrey dismiss them. Blaise had to practically lift him off the bench and then steer him towards the exit. He saw Pansy’s sneering face out of the corner of his eye, and Blaise’s concerned one. They seemed so far away, swimming in a pool of black robes. No one realized that Draco was drowning in the deep end. Didn’t anyone care that he was going to die? Why didn’t anyone care? Why weren’t they trying to help him? He was so alone, suffocated by the darkness that was closing in on him from all sides.

“Are you ok?” a deep voice said above him. Of course he wasn’t ok! He wanted it to be over, to be swallowed by the sea of robes, and put a stop to the never-ending roller coaster that his life had become. He was already on death row. He had put himself there the moment he decided to care. The moment he had abandoned his instructions from the Dark Lord, and followed his own path instead. Why he ever thought he could outsmart the most evil wizard the world had ever seen was beyond him.

His petty attempts to thwart Voldemort’s plan seemed so useless now. He should have taken his task more seriously. There was a reason behind every little thing he was told to do, and if he wanted to live to see his child born, he should have followed them. He was supposed to make sure Hermione slept with someone not only so she wouldn’t think she was the next Virgin Mary, but so that Voldemort would know that Draco was his little puppet. It seemed like the easiest thing in the world to just lie and claim that she fucked the Weasel. There wasn’t supposed to be any way to prove that she hadn’t. Once again the Dark Lord was one step ahead of him though. Recreating the physical aspect of her virginity was cruel and sneaky, and something Draco should have suspected from his father.

He was doomed. He didn’t know how he could possibly get himself out this time. He could try and seduce her himself, but he really didn’t think that would work. The only times he had gotten anywhere with her were when she initiated it. He could try to tell her the truth, and how they already had sex. She would laugh at him though. He just knew it. They would have the inevitable fight, and he would be even more screwed than before, if that were possible.

It wasn’t. He still had to deal with Pansy. Pansy, and Hermione, and Voldemort, and his unborn child, which may possibly be Voldemort’s unborn child, and what his father would do to him once he found out he hadn’t adhered to the plan, and the school nurse most definitely knowing about the pregnancy, and the dark curtain that was surrounding him…


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“Will he be alright, Madame Pomfrey?”

“Yes of course, not to worry Ms. Granger. It seems like he just had a little bit of a panic attack is all. A good rest and he’ll be back on his feet in no time,” the nurse replied cheerily. “You on the other hand, don’t look so well. I think it would be best if you stayed here for now.”

“No, really I’m fine, just tired is all. I better get to class.”

“Are you quite sure dear? The professors will understand if you miss class. Your health is our top priority.”

“Yes, thank you though. I’ll be fine. Do you want me to bring his assignments later?” she asked, trying to put on a strong front to end to the nurse’s questions.

“He should be back to his room in a few hours, so I don’t think that will be necessary.”

“Ok...” Hermione replied, suddenly feeling foolish for showing such concern for the man who was supposed to be her sworn enemy. “Thank you for your help. Bye.”

She took one last look at the unconscious form of the head boy, and the nurse that seemed saddened that she was refusing treatment. She decided to leave before Madame Pomfrey made any more attempts to keep her there. She felt guilty just being in the infirmary, especially after the morning’s sexual education course. She knew very well that it was her fault that the nurse thought one was needed. She must have noticed that a pregnancy test had been stolen, and realized that students weren’t participating in safe sex.

The problem was, that Hermione wasn’t participating in any sex, and she was still pregnant! She imagined telling the nurse, and trying to convince her of her innocence. Madame Pomfrey would not be impressed by the attempt to save face, and would probably be just more disappointed that Hermione couldn’t own up to her mistake. Because it was true that her situation didn’t make any sense; none whatsoever…

She was so concerned with her thoughts that she didn’t realize her feet had brought her all the way to the fourth floor. She was supposed to be in Defense Against the Dark Arts, down on the first floor. She redoubled her stride and backtracked down the corridor. She was already going to have to answer enough questions from her friends about why she had run off after Pomfrey and Malfoy when he had fainted. She would only look worse if she was late to class as well.

Luckily, her two friends were still in shock from seeing an old woman grasp a giant wooden penis, and they didn’t give her lateness a second thought. Even Ron was almost being friendly towards her, and had said ‘please’ when he asked to borrow her notes. Hermione obliged, going through the motions and acting as if nothing was wrong for the rest of the day.

Draco still hadn’t come back from the hospital wing after dinner. Hermione returned to their common room alone, worrying about the head boy more than she would ever admit. She went to her room to make an attempt at her homework, so preoccupied that she didn’t even notice she was being followed.



*****


Draco groaned and turned over on the soft cot, slowly awakening from his long sleep. His head was pounding, and his limbs felt like lead blocks. He didn’t know where he was or how he had gotten there, and for a moment he tried hard not to care. He wanted more than anything to just lie there and sleep, then awaken so far in the future that all his problems had miraculously solved themselves. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, willing himself to fall back into blissful oblivion. Fate was against him though, and it seemed like the more he tried to forget the more things kept cropping up.

He gingerly opened his eyes, and immediately recognized the privacy screens. He was in the infirmary, and there wasn’t any light coming in through the many windows. The clock on the wall said it was 8:45, so he hadn’t even managed to sleep through the meeting with Pansy. Nothing was going his way.

Somehow sensing that her patient was conscious, Madame Pomfrey bustled into the room. She handed him a sandwich and a large bar of chocolate, and sent him on his way once he had eaten and she had given him a once over.

Back at the portrait entrance to the Head suite, Draco stood against the wall. He wasn’t ready to confront Hermione until he had the whole Pansy business under control. He had already double-checked that she wasn’t in the common area, and he couldn’t hear any noise coming from her bedroom.

So here he stood, alone in the drafty corridor, waiting for the arrival of the last person he wanted to see. It wasn’t long before he heard the click of high heels on stone, and then the screechy voice that accompanied them.

“Hello Draco, I’m glad to see you haven’t chickened out on our meeting. I thought for sure you’d use the little show you put on in the Great Hall as an excuse not to see me.”

“Malfoy’s don’t chicken out on anything,” he growled, opening the portrait for her to enter in front of him.

“Yes well, Malfoy’s don’t usually make out with mudbloods either, but we both know that isn’t true,” she said coldly.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Yes you do. I know what I saw.”

“Fine, then what do you want from me?”

“Oh a little of this and a little of that,” she replied with a smirk. Draco wasn’t going to listen to the little slut mock him like this. He flew at her and pinned her against the wall with one hand around her wrists. He was seething with anger, and drew his wand on her, pointing it straight at her throat.

“Don’t play your stupid games. I’m going to obliviate you and end this mess, unless you want to apologize.” If she was afraid of him, she was doing a good job hiding it. She still wore her wicked fake little smile, and it took all of Draco’s self control not to blast it from her face.

“Obliviate me all you want, I knew you would try that. I wrote myself notes all over my room, and I already have a letter ready for delivery to your family. Obliviating me won’t make them disappear.”

He felt his grip on her slacken. He couldn’t think of anything else to do except see what she wanted from him. Somehow she had covered all the holes, and it made Draco cringe. He had seriously underestimated her, but atleast it seemed as if she didn't know about the pregnancy.

“What do you want?”

“You,” she replied simply.

“You’re going to blackmail me for sex? That’s sick, even for your standards,” he spat back at her, venom oozing off his every word.

“I don’t want sex, not after the mudblood infected you. A sham relationship will work fine for me.”

“And what if I refuse?”

“Then I’ll tell everyone what I saw. Everyone.”

Draco didn’t know what to do. If this news ever got back to his father he wouldn’t stand a chance for survival. Then, after Voldemort’s so called heir was born, he would kill Hermione just for being a blemish on the Malfoy name. He only had one choice.

“Fine, spread the word that we’re back together, but don’t expect me to back you up. I just won’t deny it.”

“Actually, I have a better idea. You are going to spread the word, and I know the perfect spell to ensure that you have no choice.”

“I hate you. You are going to pay for this Pansy.”

“Well I love you. Funny how these things work out sometimes, isn’t it?”

“Hilarious.”




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