Repercussions

Sad, small, sweet, so delicate
We used to be this dying breed
I got a bad feeling about this
I got a bad feeling about this.

Sad, small, sure in porcelain
You’re skin and bones, I’m a nervous wreck
I got a bad feeling about this
I got a bad feeling about this.
-Taking Back Sunday

The Plan
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Hermione's entire body was shaking. She didn't know what she was thinking or what she
could possible say. She wanted to crawl into a pit and die for even considering what she
did. Obviously she had just had a moment of total insanity. What else could possibly
make Hermione Granger, teacher's pet and best friend of the Boy Who Lived, think such a dirty thought? The grim situation she was in was really bringing out an ugly side in the
normally composed girl, and she quickly tried to shake the thought from her head as more
tears started to flow. Malfoy reached his hand out to her shoulder involuntarily, to calm
her. The small gesture completely shocked him, more so than even Hermione as she felt
his cool palm against her overheated skin.

"Don't just stare at me Granger, spit out the fucking question!"

"Ugh," Hermione groaned and rolled her eyes, quickly snapped out of the ill found
comfort she had momentarily received.

"Even strapped to a cement block you still think you are better and smarter than everyone
else. Well I have news for you Granger, pretty soon the 'goodie two shoes I know
everything' act will have to go. You don't want to lie to the world now do you? I bet after
you get a taste of the cock tonight you'll be whoring yourself around all of Hogwarts.
Maybe even Pothead and Weasel boy will get a chance to remove their dust covers."

"At least when they take theirs off girls don't run to the nearest toilet and puke up their
last meal. I bet by now you have every STD in the book. I don't know what I was
thinking. It's a miracle I am not getting infected right now with you being so close to
me."

"So Granger... You don't know what you were thinking? Well obviously you were
thinking how badly you want in my pants. Sorry to disappoint you, but mudbloods aren't
allowed anywhere near the family jewels. House rules, I'm sure you understand," he
stated matter of factly. He knew that last comment would get her riled up, and she was
just so cute when she was angry with him. If he played his cards right he really could get
with her tonight. Any action was better than the dry spell he was forced into, even if it
was with a filthy mudblood. ‘A filthy hot fucking mudblood,' he reminded himself.

"You are SO incredibly full of yourself. I would NEVER sleep with you or ever even
consider doing so. You are completely mental,” she quickly lied. Truth be told she was completely mental for letting the thought ever cross her mind. Malfoy was as sick and twisted as the Dark wizards who captured her.

"Good, because it wouldn't work anyways."

"Why not?" she replied a little too quickly. A smug smirk appeared on his usually
pout lips as he considered how to respond to her question.

"Well you are so obviously a virgin."

She scowled at him in the dark, but couldn't retort because well... he was right.

"What does that have to do with anything?" she decided to ask.

"HA HA HA. Know-it-all Granger doesn't know shit about sex. Remind me to never let
you live this down. Ever. Well anyway, if you were a sexual god such as myself, you
would know that after having sex, especially with a virgin, it is completely evident
afterwards. There's all the juices, maybe some blood, and I'm sure a horrible stench as
well, since you are a mudblood and all."

Hermione decided to ignore the last comment, took a deep breath, and finally let slip the
one thing she knew she would regret. After all, she had no idea how much time she had
before Voldemort entered and decided now was as good a time as ever.

"Maybe he wouldn't notice... Oh Malfoy please I can't believe I am saying this but I
would-rather-have-your-fetus-growing-inside-me-than-Lord-Voldemort's.” she spat out in one breath, closing her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at him while she said it.

“At least a kid of yours would be good looking," she added as an after thought, hoping it would lighten the mood a little. Draco couldn't help but smirk when she said this. It was true, he was incredibly handsome, and maybe a mini him wouldn't be so bad. Then the reality of the situation sunk in and he laughed out loud. He could not defy the DarkLord's plan and expect to live to tell the tale.

"God Granger, keep your bottoms on. I am not a piece of meat! Lucky for you I am
however not stupid enough to knowingly defy the Dark Lord. It would be suicide for both
of us. He would either find out now and kill us, or find out in nine months and kill us.
Besides, I have too many places to go and girls to do. I am too young to have to worry
about a kid. It's not like I could let you raise him alone, he would turn out even more
pathetic and hopeless than you are. I couldn't do that to the Malfoy name."

She was amazed that he could actually have a decent thought and yet be a total ass at the
same time.

"Don't be a such a prat Malfoy, you know your life would be shit once there are two evil
wizards around to torture you and command you. Don't pretend you would prefer that to
having a kid around that you would be in control of. You said it yourself; Slytherin blood
is pure evil. You could never be on top again. There's always the chance that he doesn't
find out, and the wizarding war is over before he gets to us. Think about it logically. The
benefits clearly outweigh the risks."

"Leave it to you to present the 'logical' side of this. I guess the thought of you having to
tell Potter and Poorboy Weaselface that you are having my child is enough of a motive. Alright Granger, looks like all your wildest dreams are about to come true."

Once again, Hermione forced herself to ignore his sarcasm. She took a deep breath
and continued on as if she hadn't heard him and wasn't scared to death about what was
going to happen shortly.

"Now wait Malfoy, first I think we should set some ground rules. I am sure you don't
want this to get around school any more than I do. So I promise not to say anything if you
don't. However, we will need to tell the headmistress what happened and get protection
from the Order. You must also promise me that you won't use me asking you this as
blackmail towards me in the future. This is purely business for the good of the wizarding
world. Oh and no more calling me a mudblood. Anything you want to add?"

"Erm yes, I would like to remove the stick from your ass before I proceed. I don't want it
to get in the way or possibly damage my precious equipment."

"Malfoy if you are going to continue to make this more difficult for me than it already is,
I don't know if I will be able to go through with it," she growled out in a low voice.

"Oh but you have to go through with it, oh great Businesswoman Granger, remember?
It's for the good of the wizarding world," he sneered back at her, sarcasm dripping off his every word. A brief vision of hands around his neck and his silver eyes bulging out of his head flashed across Hermione’s eyes. It was enough to quell her temper ever so slightly and continue on with the proceedings.

"Oh shut up, let's just get this over with then, before Voldemort decides to show his ugly
face." Getting caught was the one thing she was truly worried about, though she decided
not to voice this concern.

"On one condition Granger, you have to admit that a part of you wants to sleep with me,
not just for the good of the whole crappy world."

"I would rather sleep with you than Lord Voldemort," she stated dryly and monotone.

Draco decided that that was good enough for now, and that he probably shouldn't push it in a situation like this. They really did need to hurry it along, He had no idea how long it
would be before the Dark Lord returned, and he would rather die right now than get
caught fucking up his perfect plans, literally.

The problem was, he didn't quite know how to start this. Granger was completely immobile, and it looked as if he would have to climb on top of her stone prison and try to find an angle that could physically work for them. It was also her first time he noted, and part of him felt guilty for taking it away from her in such a forced way. He had to remind himself that she asked him for this, and not the other way around. This thought made him feel slightly better.

He hadn't had sex in so long he probably wouldn't last, which was a good thing really. On the other hand he did want to prove to her what a sexual genius he was, maybe make her want to do it again once it was over…

Err… no! Fuck! He cursed himself for thinking about doing the mudblood again. Once was bad enough... wasn't it? This was moving way too fast for him, he needed more time to think. Time they did not have, and he was reminded of this by the already half naked being in front of him.

"Let's just get this over with, I can't stand to think about it any longer. Just go as quick as
you can, ok?" Hermione whispered softly. She was trembling severely and it seemed to
take her every effort to verbalize her feelings. The heart Malfoy didn't even know he had
broke as he looked down at her. Silent tears were streaming freely down her cheeks, but
she still managed to look up into his steely grey eyes. He nodded slightly at her, and she
returned the gesture. He couldn't believe they were really going to go through with this.