The Secrets Women Keep

“Hermione..”

Draco did not move, his guilt and fear ate at him. How could he have been so stupid, Hermione, his Hermione was the one solace in his miserable life, and he had hurt her. His jealously and anger had almost cost him the thing he valued the most.

The sound of shuffling feet cut his reverie short, as he turned to look at his father, he also felt remorse for his behavior towards him. Fortunately Lucius had been put right by one of his many house elves, and now approached Draco wearily.

“Where is she? If you hurt her Draco the Dark Lord will be most displeased. She is a means to our survival” Lucius was trying to keep his fear and panic out of his voice, when he had seen Hermione’s emotions on her face at finding him bleeding on the floor something had awaken in him. A feeling foreign and strange in him, but right now he had to know if she and Abraxas were allright.

Draco kept silent, for he himself did not believe that she was really gone.

“Hermione” Lucius called out to the house, as he rushed into the nursery.

“Where is she Draco? Where is Abraxas?” He put his hands on Draco’s shoulders, wincing at the pain he still felt himself.

“She is gone…” He whispered

“What did you do to her?” Lucius repeated
“She disapparated, I don’t know where she went”
Shock registered on Lucius face, and for once he looked his age. He might as well have told him, that Hermione had walked on water, her magical power was more than they could have predicted.

Fortunately they could use the bracelet to track her down


Hermione swayed on her feet as she clutched Abraxas to her chest. When she opened her eyes she could not believe where she was standing.

Bathilda ‘s house seemed worse that she remembered, the years had ravaged what was left on the house interior, but Hermione had gone over her last memory of Ron so often that she had memorized the details of the room.

She wondered briefly when they would find her. It was not a question of if, but when. The new world order was under Voldemort and she knew that there was no place safe from him, or the Malfoy men. At the moment she just wanted to keep Abraxas safe, the sensation of apparition had shocked him into silence, after a moment he began fussing, but did not cry.

She walked silently around the room, when she noticed two things her bracelet had begun to grow hot, and that Ron’s wand lay underneath a desk. The heat of her bracelet let her know that they were tracking her, and her legendary brain kicked in, she needed to get rid of the bracelet, and though she had tried before desperation moved her to try a desperate move.
She stole a move from one of Mel Gibson’s first movies, and a flash on pain bit her heart at remembering her muggle culture.

Laying her son down on one of the old pieces of furniture, she looked at her options and placed her thumb on a nearby table, grabbed a ragged old tome and dislocated her thumb from its socket, her adrenalin was running so hard that she did not feel it. She removed her bracelet, and grabbed Ron’s wand. She performed a healing spell, grabbed Abraxas and apparated away from there.


After informing Draco of the tracking device he jumped back into his more controlled self, and both father and son set out to search for Hermione.

As surprised as they were at her location, they were more surprised at finding the lone, cold bracelet, and the sudden realization that their little lioness and cub were on the loose.



By sheer luck Hermione’s next location was empty, maybe it was because of his wand, or that she just wanted to see it before she got dragged back to her gilded cage, but nothing prepared her for the sight of the Burrow run down, and empty. She knew that there was little to no hope of seeing any of the Weasley’s. She walked towards it. She was amazed that Voldemort had not torn it down, but could not help herself. There were remnants of Magic in the air, defensive spells, without thinking she put up anti apparition wards, repelling wards, and anything else she could think of to prolong her stay.

The inside of the house was slightly better, though the Burrow was worn in and run down with age, she could not help herself and remembered better times.

Another spell told her she was truly alone, and upon walking in to the kitchen, she found that stasis spells had kept food and other perishables good thru the years.

“Thank God for small favors Abraxas.” She coed at her baby, bouncing him up and down on her arms as she walked throughout the kitchen.

She thought fondly of Molly, that even now her kitchen was well kept even with her gone.

She could hide out here, and protect herself and her child, if only for a few days.

Draco was beside himself with worry, Hermione had not been out of the house in years, and while she was proving herself highly capable, he felt the need to protect her.
Moreover his body craved for her, he scent was intoxicating, her eyes were expressive and he truly believed that she had started to love him.

There were many dangers in the new world order. Werewolves had been given their own lands, and though they were forbidden from attacking anyone without an express order, particularly women, they were still unpredictable animals.

Furthermore there were some Death Eaters that would not hesitate to take her prisoner and keep her for themselves. Hermione was not only fertile she was beautiful, capable, and a wonderful mother. Things that he now wished he had not boasted about when he saw his partners.

“Draco, we will need to inform the Dark Lord at once, he and Severus might be able to help us.”
His father’s voice stopped his thoughts.

“How so father? She took off the bracelet and has become untraceable, there is no way we can track…………..” He was stunned at not thinking about it earlier. While they could not track Hermione there were spells, and potions that could be used to find Abraxas. They had been designed during medival times when magical children were taken from their parents by muggles who thought they were protecting babes from evil sorcerer’s who would use them in bloody rituals. Muggles could be quite silly at times.

All they needed to do was get some help from Severus.

He would find Hermione, and never again let her go.

Little did he know that Lucius was having similar thoughts

At Voldemort’s stronghold the day was just starting, at least for the ruler. He liked to wake up before everyone else, it helped him be ready and prepared for the day ahead. He gently disentangled himself from Bellatrix, having a 3 year old son was tiring, and the Dark Lord as a lover was not an easy feat. Last night he had tied her up, and blindfolded her, and then teased her before taking her in the ass. He finished her off with a small bout of the crucio while she orgasmed. He loved feeling her ass clench around him, but when he applied the crucio it was beyond anything that he had ever experienced. Possibly because not many women could take his dark and demanding nature.

The object of his attention was starting to wake up. “My Lord….” Bellatrix voice was heavy with sleep.

“Go back to sleep, it isn’t even 6 yet, and I know you have a full day with Camus today.” He put his hand on her shoulder until she closed her eyes.

Bellatrix was the only one that got glimpses of his tender nature, he had to watch himself though, he did not want to turn into bleeding heart, not only was it bad for ruling, but the world had already had Dumbledore. The thought of himself in bright purple robes with stars finished waking him up.

Maybe he would punish some muggles for entertainment today.

AS he walked into his study his plans changed, there was an urgent message from the Malfoy’s, it seemed that there was a lioness on the loose.

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It was around 5 in the morning when the Potions Master was experiencing a delightful sensation. A warm, wet mouth was sucking his morning erection.

A magnificent morning erection, all ten inches of it. He grasped Ginny’s long red hair in his hand, and pulled her down towards it, this little witch needed some rough attention it seemed.

“Couldn’t wait until I woke up dear?” He silkily spoke to his lover. Lifting her head off his cock by her hair to let her speak.

“Sir, please….”

She was hot and incoherent, a true fiery red head, definitely not the trembling virgin he had first lived with.

When Ginny had been found, she was half dead, from malnutrition and loss of blood from a Sectumspectra. He was able to heal her so she showed no wounds or scars, only perfect milky flesh.

She had been brought to Voldemort’s stronghold where she finally saw her mother for the first time in 5 months. Her mother rushed to her and held her. While Ron Weasley was brought in an given the choice, Hermione or his family. He choose them, Ginny was given to Severus, Voldemort knew he preferred red heads, and thought it was high time he took on a lover at least.

He did not pounce on her as she expected though, she rested for the first few weeks in her home. He kept her company during dinner and read to her afterwards. She did not speak to him.

He remembered the night she broker her silence.

“Now that Harry is gone there really is no hope left. The Order members have either been killed or imprisioned. What do you want from me?”

Severus looked at her eyes and told her the truth, that Voldemort was assigning fertile witches to his death eaters so that they could reproduce, and that if she was not pregnant soon they would assign her to someone else.

Ginny was nothing if not practical, and after thinking it for another week, walked into his bedroom wearing absolutely nothing.

“I want you to know that I will hate you forever.”

He replied, “Forever is a long time my dear.”

He did not assault her, but took her slowly, making her moan and writhe under him all night. She was being brave and meeting him lick for lick, suck for suck and kiss for kiss, until he took off his boxers.

He saw it in her face, she was a virgin, he was sure that Potter would have gotten there first he never bothered to question it. Her face told him otherwise, she was scared and her bravery seemed to have left the room.

“I promise to be gentle and to take care of you.” Those words started their new relationship. She was timid at first but soon became a skilled lover, and a very wanton partner.

For his part, he had never taken a virgin to his bed, and felt very possessive with her. He remembered it perfectly, his cock buried in her pussy, parting it for the first time. She was tense as he pushed in, and blood was smeared on his cock, proving her innocence. He kissed her and told her she would never have to worry about her safety, or that of her future children, it was the best that he could offer her at the time.

Now he was in love, and for the first time in his life happy.

Looking at his wife now, he decided to leave her aching for the day. She would think about him all day today.

“Allright Abraxas, it seems that we will be able to get some sleep here.” After rounding up some food, she had decided to lay down a bit and rest. She was sure that they would not be able to find her at least for a few days. Furthermore dawn was breaking over the hills and Hermione was feeling fatigued. She had been feeling fatigued for a few days, but after last night she was completely tired out.

A few hours later she was awoken by Abraxas crying a bit, but that did not alarm her as much as the intense wave of nausea that hit her as she tried to get up.

Hermione immediately knew what this meant; she was pregnant with Draco’s baby.

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