Unwanted Repercussions - formerly consequences

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Draco’s hand was shaking slightly, his wand was pointed directly at his unborn child, hundreds of emotions flitted across his face and he scowled at himself.

What kind of man was he? Malfoys are not weak!

So with a steady hand he muttered the two words that would change his life as he knew it.



“Finite Incantatem”

Hermione wriggled on the floor not quite sure what had happened, slowly her eyes focused on the blonde Slytherin standing over her. She narrowed her eyes, pulling her wand out of her robe and pointing it at him.

“What the hell did you do Malfoy?!” She hissed at him, her voice filled with venom.

Draco flinched slightly but quickly re-gained his composure.

“I didn’t do anything! I saw you come in and then you collapsed! If that’s the thanks I get for checking to see you are okay I won’t bloody bother next time, although I guess we can’t expect manners from a Mudblood like you now can we?”

Pleased with his answer Draco turned on his heel striding purposefully towards his private dormitory to think, when he heard a small voice.

“Sorry…”

Draco paused stiffly, had he heard correctly? Did Hermione-the-mudblood-Granger lover of Potty and The Weasel just apologise to him, Draco Malfoy son of a Deatheater?

He spun on his heel and glared at her.

“What!?”

“I…I…said sorry…and um thanks?”

He looked at her incredulously before drawing his features into a trade mark sneer.

“You don’t want to thank me. Trust me on that one.”

He turned to walk away once more when she called out.

“Why?”

But he paid her no heed and carried on walking to his room not stopping until he was safely inside when he flopped down onto his bed.

What the hell was wrong with him! He pressed his face into his pillow and screamed. Now what was he going to do? He was so weak!

He could have killed the child, rid himself of any hassle but when it came down to it he just … couldn’t.

The sight of her lying on the floor with her hair splayed out around her head like a halo of golden brown curls so defenceless with their child safe in her womb just hit something home. He couldn’t be the man his father was, he couldn’t make himself be that cold hearted. Killing isn’t as easy as the innocent believe and boy did he know it. He may be many things but a killer isn’t one of them.

He rolled over facing upwards his hands tucked underneath his head and stared at the ceiling. He actually liked the thought of being a Father, a small smile played on his lips, and he laughed aloud at the looks of disgust he could imagine his fellow Slytherins faces.

Maybe an heir wouldn’t be such a bad thing, of course no-one would dare question a Malfoy why would anyone doubt the purity of his child? He just had to sort out the problem of Granger.

Meanwhile a very perplexed Hermione Granger sat in the Head common room thinking over what had just occurred between Draco and herself. Malfoy! She scolded herself since when had he been Draco?

‘Since you’ve started having those dreams about him’ a nasty voice in the back of her head replied.

She frowned to herself, that’s right she had been dreaming about him recently, odd disjointed dreams, almost like something she was struggling to remember.

She furrowed her brow in concentration; she could almost hear his voice, so cold, demanding and filled with lust.

“Strip”

She shook her head, now was not the time for thinking about silly schoolgirl dreams. She didn’t look too much into it; she was a teenage girl living in close proximity with a fairly attractive albeit unbelievably rude teenage boy. Of course it was normal to have sexual dreams it didn’t mean anything. It was just her hormones playing havoc with her subconcious.

She sighed, exasperated, and got up to go to bed.

The next morning Hermione woke up at 10am, it was only Saturday and she was in no rush this morning. Last night had been haunted with similarly disturbing dreams about Draco. She shuddered inwardly and reluctantly dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom that she shared with Malfoy.

When she entered the bathroom she pulled the over-sized Quidditch t-shirt she wore for bed over her head and critically studied her body. Her hair was as bushy as ever, although it always was early in the morning, she lived in hope that one day it would settle into well defined curls but for now she somehow managed to tame it so that it was passable. She had average sized breasts she supposed, but she had gotten a bit of a tummy over the past few weeks, she sucked her stomach in and held her breath but it didn’t make much of a difference. She ran a quick eye over her lower body and shrugged, there was nothing she could do to change it so she might as well accept it.

After eyeing herself in the mirror for a good five minutes she turned on the shower and stepped into the warm comforting spray.

After gently soaping her body she allowed her mind to wander and let her hand fall down to the wet curls between her legs. She had learnt the joy of masturbation some time into her sixth year and had since found that it was the perfect way to help her relax. She lazily ran a finger over her clit and gasped at the sensation, allowing herself to be lost in the pleasures of her own hand.
Soon she began to circle her clit hard and fast as she felt orgasm approaching and slipped her finder inside herself as she came. However where normally her thoughts would be filled with thoughts of fiery red hair and warm blue eyes she found her self fantasizing about silvery blonde and intense stormy grey.

Meanwhile in the common room Draco was plotting. He had been up since 6am finalising his plans, he would get his child, and she would hand it over with no objections. He would make sure of that.

When Hermione walked into the common room he sprung into action.

“Granger!” he called, “Come here”

Hermione turned around confusion marring her features. It wasn’t very often that Malfoy addressed her; it was normally the other way around and only when they had important Head duties to see to.

“Yes Malfoy?”

He motioned for her to join him on the sofa and she complied sitting as far away from him as was physically possible on the small settee. She blushed slightly almost as if he had known what she had been doing earlier.

Draco took a deep breath, he was shaking slightly, waves of guilt and trepidation washed over him as he thought of what he was about to do.

But he had to do it.

It’s what a Malfoy would do!

A/N sorry if this chapter isn\'t really that interesting but meh.

Thanks for the reveiws peoples
and Sommer can you read my mind or something? honestly :P

lots of luffles :D

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