The Secrets Women Keep

“Are you sure Severus?” Lucius and Draco asked at the same time



“Positive, she is pregnant with your child Draco. Only a couple of weeks. We need to find her as soon as possible, not only should she be taken care of in her state but she is dangerously close to werewolf country and the full moon is only a couple of days away.” He replied to the other 3 men in the room.



Part of him was proud at having taught such a talented witch, having escaped from Lucius and Draco’s clutches must not have been easy, but at the moment he was more concerned with the looks they were giving each other.



The Dark Lord remained silent and immobile, he was contemplating the news, and also assessing the situation between Lucius and his offspring. Hermione would have to be one of the first witches to be married, otherwise there would be bloodshed within the family. However he knew Lucius and knew that he must have something up his sleeve.



“My Lord may I request and audience with you?” Lucius inquired.



Draco eyebrows lifted, “I would also like to discuss something with you my Lord, if you can find some time to grant me an audience.”



Lord Voldemort moved towards his throne. “Since both of you want to talk to me about the same thing, I suggest that we have an audience together. Severus I would like for you to be here also, you can help me decided what is best for this particular situation.”



“Of course my Lord.” Severus inwardly groaned, this was not going to end well, both of the

Malfoy men were used to getting their way, and since they were both going to use all their Slytherin tactics this was going to be a long negotiation.





Meanwhile Hermione cried, mercifully Abraxas was still asleep. Never in a million years would she have expected her life to turn out this way. She had wanted to do something meaningful with her life. An Auror, perhaps a Healer, she had always wanted children, but at the moment felt lower than dirt. She was going to have two children from different fathers.



“Oh God…” She sobbed. Neither of them were a choice she would have made for herself. Lucius was so cold and distant, but at least he treated her like a human being, and he had never pretended that their relationship was more than it really was. Draco on the other hand was obsessed with her. While most times he was gentle, he could be very possessive and aggressive. His mood swings made her fear him, he had been physically demanding and at times marked her. She did not know what to do if he ever targeted her children.



Honestly, there was little she could do under this new regime, she could not defend herself, or report him to the authorities. She could not….



All of the sudden Hermione felt ill, all of the stress was making her feel weak, and lightheaded, but then a strong cramp took over her abdominal area, and she screamed.





“Did you hear that?” Brutus asked his best friend Jude



“Yeah, it has been a while since we have been allowed human flesh, and that sounded like a female.”



“She must be weak and in pain. Too good of an opportunity to waste.”



The two werewolves followed the scream, and then their ears pricked up at the sound of Abraxas cries.





“My Lord, we will have to stop this meeting.” Severus exclaimed, his usually smooth tone had a sharp edge to it.



“Severus we are trying to settle this, otherwise I will never get a moments peace at my own house.” Exclaimed Lucius.



“Hermione is experiencing some contractions, if we don’t get to her, she might lose the child.”



At this they stood up and apparated away to the Burrow.





Hermione was trying to concentrate and get herself up to get her child. She was in intense pain, and while she may not have chosen to have her children she did not want to lose her baby.



“Please God, I will never again feel sorry for myself for being a mother.” She found her courage and walked to the room in which Abraxas was, when her wards alerted her of intruders.



She heard the unmistakable sound of werewolves, and caught a glimpse before she locked herself in the room with Abraxas, she had her wand prepared to kill upon the door, but was feeling very weak.



“Princess, we can sense that you are not feeling well, and from the look of you, you are quite pretty.” Jude felt his tongue lolling, not only was she young but she was fertile. He was quite adamant about eating her before, but having a mate would prove helpful.



“I heard her first Jude, so she will be mine. Darling, just give us the babe and we will spare you. I can treat you like a queen.” He could smell her female scent and it was driving him mad. Fenrir had taken a lot of female werewolves when he was given his post as Marshall of his special population. Female werewolves were scarce, and only responded to advances from alpha males, that had large territories. Both Jude and Brutus were young and had not been able to establish dominance, but having a female could improve their chances or moving up the food ladder.

Little did they know that they were going to take a quick ride down to the bottom of it.



For all their werewolf senses could not compete with two obsessed death eaters, the Dark Lord’s right hand man, and the Dark Lord himself.



Hermione meanwhile was weak, and was barely holding on to Abraxas, she would rather die than let them take her son.



“AVADA KEDAVRA!”



She never thought that hearing Draco’s or Lucius voice could make her feel better.



“LUCIUS! DRACO!” She was pleading, she knew enough that if she didn’t get any help soon she would lose her baby.



Draco walked in and rushed to her side, his Hermione was looking pale, and weak. She had a fever and seemed so small and fragile. Lucius rushed over to her also.



“Hermione, darling we need to get you to a Healer.” Lucius started but stopped.



“Please Lucius don’t let him hurt Abraxas..” were Hermione’s last words before she drifted into unconsciousness.





A few days later



At Malfoy Manor both of the Masters were in their respective studies, deep in thought. They had agreed to wait until Hermione awoke to make a decision about their situation. She had been in and out of consciousness but had managed to hold onto the baby. Lilith Malfoy would be the first female born in a while, and even if Draco had fathered her he could not wait to meet her. He had always wanted a little girl to spoil.



He felt confused, while lying on the floor after Draco had cruciod him, he had every intention of giving up his right to sleep with Hermione, but then she had to go and look at him like she cared. Furthermore, she had addressed him, not Draco before passing out.



No one, not even Narcissa, had ever looked at him like that. She had show trust and affection toward him, when he had made sure to do everything so she would feel none.



He thought about all the times that he had taken her, she had been innocent that first night, he would give anything to be able to go back and make it a pleasurable experience for her.



He put his head in his hands and waited.



At the other end of the Manor, Draco kept tormenting himself. He doubted that Hermione would ever look at him the same way. He had threatened her, and she now trusted his father more than she trusted him. That lecherous old bastard did not have any right to her, she deserved to be treated like a princess.



He had failed her once, but he would never fail her again.



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Hermione was having frightful nightmares and it showed in her face, they had been unable to help her out of them, and Severus was reaching the end of his rope. He had managed to decreases her fever, and he cramps had been stopped, the child was still safely in her womb and growing beautifully.



He had an idea that he did not think either of the Malfoy men would appreciate, but he had to try. He stepped through the floo and went home.





“I never thought that I would see her again.” Ginny replied getting close to her friend. She held her hand and it seemed to calm Hermione. It was exactly what Severus had hoped for, a calming influence and comfort between two women.



“Hermione, you need to come back, your son needs you.” She keep on stroking her hand. Unaware that at the moment it was what Hermione was trying to do.



Hermione was in a blank black space. She knew she was looking for something and could not go back. Besides she felt safe here, like nothing could harm her.



In the distance a light appeared, and she walked towards it, and then a voice she had not heard in years spoke to her.



“Harry is that you?” she walked towards the light and saw him. He looked healthy and happy, like the war had never happened.



“Hello, Hermione” He walked over and hugged her, “How can you be here?” She asked him.



“Right now, you are fighting with yourself, you need to forgive yourself, and adapt to your new life.” He stated.



“How can I forgive myself, the only reason that I am alive is that I am to be used as a broomare. I sometime resent my son. I love him, but he looks so much like them.” She cried and held onto Harry.



“We all made mistakes, one of them is keeping Ron from seeing you. He has spent his time in the afterlife torturing himself for not being braver. He did what he thought he had to do as have you to survive.”



She kept on crying.

“This war was not meant to be fought on a battlefield. Lord Voldemort himself is allowing bloodlines to mix, and he is slowly realizing that there are more important things. You yourself are making two of the hardest pureblooded maniacs realize what is important.” He held her tighter.



“Dumbledore was right, the best weapon that we have is love. You need to go back and take care of your son, he needs you. If you don’t know neither him, or his family will ever experience it.”



“It is just so hard Harry, being alone with them in that house. I am so afraid of them hurting Abraxas or me, I feel so powerless.”



“I already told you, you have the power to change everything just by loving your son.” Harry replied.



“Hermione, please come back your son needs you.”



Ginny’s voice broke thru her coma, and Hermione saw Harry’s face soften.



“Just do me a favor, and tell her I will always love her no matter what.”



The light engulfed Hermione, and she felt very tired all of the sudden.



“She is awake! Severus come in here.”



“Ginny…” whispered Hermione before closing her eyes again.





“Father, Hermione has awoken. She is out of danger.” Draco stood at the entrance of his father’s study.



“We can see her in a minute. You and I have things to discuss.”