The Two Way Mirror

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It was a cold fall night and Hermione sat on her bed in the dark. She could not feel the cold, instead she was boiling hot. She was furious that Draco had tried to force her to go into hiding, and furious that he reacted the way he did. What was she thinking? Did she really think he would have been happy for her? for them? Did she think it would have changed their situation and made things better? No she was being silly.

She was pulled from her thoughts as another bout of sickness overwhelmed her and sent her running out of the Gryffndor tower and down the main corridor looking for a bathroom where she wouldn’t be disrupted.

Hermione washed her face and was startled by a silent knock on the door.
"Hello?" She asked, hoping no one heard her being sick.

"Hermione?" a soft male voice speaks from the other side of the door. "Is that you Hermione?"

"Just a minute" she responded and checked herself in the mirror for tear stains and bloodshot eyes.

Hermione opened the door to friendly green eyes and a soft smile. Its Harry. He must have been on his way back from one of the many secret meetings he had with Severus Snape or various other members of the Order, she thought to herself.

"Hello Harry." Said Hermione in a soft voice.

"Mione, How are you?" Harry asked, his voice full of concern.

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Harry stood on the other side of the bathroom door, he knew what he was going to do. He toyed with the small satin bag in his pocket and pulled it out, the small sliver of glass mirror glimmered in the moonlight.

"Im fine Harry, how are you?" Hermione responded to his question.

"Im good." he responded with a step forward into the bathroom.

She was taken off guard, he knew this because she immediately stepped three paces back and looked utterly confused.

Ever since that day he had seen her with Draco Malfoy, his arch fucking nemesis he had a desire, a desire to see if Hermione moved for him the way she moved for Malfoy.

He put the small glass shard on the bathroom sink, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You know Hermione," Harry started off, slowly walking towards his friend, his arms out seeking her soft embrace. "We've been friends for a long time..." He trailed off pulling her body up against his.
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Draco Malfoy sat on his bedroom floor, starring into his floor length mirror wondering how he got to this point in his life.

It was not too long ago that he was attending Hogwarts as a student, and drinking fire whiskey with Blaise Zabini in the Slytherin Dungeons and promising the Bloody Baron simple things to get him to cause a ruckus, all in good fun.

Now he sits here, staring at his reflection, a young man with a dark mark on his left forearm, and a vow to fight for the light, And to top it all off, he got a muggle witch pregnant and has yet to accept his true feelings for her.

Draco was taken out of his thoughts when a familiar looking bathroom came into view.

He remembered the scene all to well. It was in his sixth year when he was having troubles completing the vanishing cabinet. He came into this exact bathroom to try and cool down, and be away from the public in the mists of a break down.

He was followed naturally. By Mr Harry Potter himself, where they had a small dual in the bathroom leaving it in ruins, and where later, he was left to bleed to death by a very dark spell, to this day Draco doesn’t know where Harry learnt it. But it left nasty, thin white scars across his chest like a bunch of scissor marks.

Draco was not exactly sure what he was looking at until the scene had gotten out of control.

Harry Potter was holding Hermione up against a wall, in the bathroom, his hands were all over her. She was crying. "Why Harry?" she sobbed out.

"Shut up" Harry yelled and slapped her across the face.

Draco could not stand to watch what was happening. He got to his feet and ran downstairs. In a matter of seconds he was running through the familiar hallways of Hogwarts School.

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She did not have a clue how things got the way they were. Harry Potter, her best friend of 7 years had rage in his green eyes, and was forcing himself on her. She struggled against Harry, but his strength was too much for her.

Harry's hands went down to her hips and slowly lifted up her t-shirt, exposing the small slightly noticeable bump that had formed on her abdomen. It went un-noticed. Hermione screamed, and she knew no one could hear her. How stupid she had been to leave her room without her wand. Oh right, this was Hogwarts, the one and only place she felt safe.. the one and only place that SHOULD have been safe.

With another desperate attempt Hermione pushed her knee up hard, hitting Harry right in between his legs. It made him stagger back and he fell to the ground.

“You slut” he yelled out “You would never do that to Malfoy, would you?” He spat, his eyes flashing pure anger once again. He lunged from the ground at her and pinned her back up against the wall, his wand at her throat. “Yes Hermione” He hissed in her ear, “I seen you and Him” I seen the way you fucked him, I seen how much you loved it.”

His tongue darted out and tasted the perspiration that beaded on her skin. Hermione recoiled in disgust. “Harry, I did what I had to do under the circumstances” She said, venom dripping from her voice.

“Well consider this the circumstance... Now Im going to fuck you, and your going to love my cock as much as you loved Malfoy’s you little whore.” Harry said, his hands reaching for the waist band of Hermione’s sweat pants and jerking them down roughly. “And if everything goes according to plan, Malfoy is going to watch me fuck you, just like I watched him fuck you”

Hermione held her chin high, she would not cry, she would not dare let Harry Potter make her feel bad for doing exactly what she had to do to keep herself alive.

“You see that little mirror I put on the ledge of the sink?” Harry asked, a mocking tone in his voice, almost a whisper in her ear. “That Mirror is the one Sirius gave me in our third year, It was how we communicated without the Order or anyone in Hogwarts knowing. It’s a two way mirror Hermione, as long as the mirrors are unveiled the holders of each mirror can see into the other one”

Hermione let out a small whimper and tried to stop the tears from spilling down her cheeks.

With one hand on the fly of his trousers and one hand keeping the wand pressed firmly on Hermione’s throat, Harry got his pants down and pulled his maroon boxers down to his knees. “Now, We do this the easy way, or we can do this the magical way, You can either fuck me, or I can cast stupify and just have my way, either way.. I will have you.” Harry said through clenched teeth.

His free hand had come up and was pulling Hermione’s t-shirt up and over her head when loud footsteps came running down the hall.

“Shhh” Harry whispered to Hermione, “If you make so much as a peep, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Silent tears ran down Hermione’s face. Don’t you think I’ve have enough? For Merlins sake, I’ve found out I am pregnant with a Death Eaters child, My best friend is going to rape me, and if I make so much as a peep, there goes my life.. Hell, it just might be worth it. Hermione thought until she heard the door creak open.

A dark robed figure walked into the bathroom. Hermione cast her eyes down, she did not want to know who it was, this was an embarrassing enough situation.

“Potter, If you know what is good for you, you will walk out of this room and not come back.” Draco Malfoy said, his wand ready and pointed in Harry’s direction.

“Oh Draco!” Hermione said and started to cry violently.

“Malfoy, I thought I told you, you are to stay away from Hermione.” Harry Spat, his wan lowering from Hermione’s throat as he turned around to face Draco head on.

Hermione did not waste her time, she pulled up her pants and fixed her shirt. “Thank god you’re here!” she said through sobs.

“Shut up you tramp!” Harry said and turned quick to slap her across the face.

“Expelliarmus” Draco yells.

Harry’s wand went flying across the room.

“Stupify” Draco says immediately after” Potter, You have made a really big mistake.” Draco said through clenched teeth. “Hermione, please step outside for a moment, I am going to show Potter here, a taste of his own actions.”

Hermione side stepped around Harry and walked toward Draco. “Draco, lets just go... he’s not worth it.” Hermione pleaded. There was enough going on in her life, she did not need this. Did not want this.

“How can you stand there and say lets go?” after what he has done to you?” Draco asked completed exasperated at how kind this witch really was.

“Because Draco, You are better than that, and you know you are, you’ve shown me that, just look inside yourself.” Hermione said pleading once again with this man.

Draco closed his eyes. How could she ask him to walk away from this. How could he say no to this witch he was in love with? How could he turn away and not cause harm on the ignorant swine who was trying to rape his pregnant witch?

With teeth clenched he took in a deep breath and blew out the air, he did not want to upset Hermione then he already had. “Okay” he said and lowered his wand. “But Potter, know this, Hermione is not an object to you, or anyone else around here. She is pregnant with MY child, and if harm comes to her, or that baby, know that Voldemort is not the one you will have to fear, I AM” he said and kicked the abandoned wand at the statuesque wizard and removed the spells.

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Before Draco had met Hermione up in her quarters, he went and told Severus what the Dark Lord had decided and also what had transpired between Harry Potter and Hermione.

It was 10:30 at night. Hermione had finally cried herself to sleep and Draco did not dare move, just incase she woke. In her sleep she looked fragile and scared, Draco wondered how much more this witch could take before she totally broke down and went completely mental.

Draco vowed to see the outcome and vowed to protect her.

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“Pregnant” Harry said as he paced in his room. “With a Pure Blood Supremacists child?”

He was completely appalled at the thought of Draco Malfoy’s child growing inside his best friend. Well ex-best friend, Harry berated himself, What was he thinking? Why did he think that for a second approaching Hermione like that was a good idea? Was he jealous?

He banged the back of his head off of the brick wall and slouched to the floor. Could he blame this all on stress? Would Hermione ever forgive him?

A soft knock at the door had Harry running his hands through his hair. “Doors open” he said as he stood from the wall and walked to the center of the room.

“Hi Harry” Ron said “Was just looking for a partner to play a game of wizards chest with before bed, you interested?” Ron looked down at the ground. He always seemed to know when Harry was dealing with some inner turmoil “Or maybe another night” Ron continued and headed back down the spiraling stairs to the common room.

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Everyone was woken up with the sunrise, Late November had the castle filled with a crisp morning breeze and the Order was bustling around checking wards, and re enforcing the ones that had faltered over time.

Draco wanted to leave the tower and head to his home but with so many order members bustling about the castle he had to stay hidden up in Hermione’s room. This was not as bad as it could have been, but Hermione had been too traumatized by last nights events and refused to face Harry, or the rest of the Order.

She already knew what they had thought of her, being a sex slave to some big bad Death Eater. She seen the sideways glances. She closed her eyes and tried to find comfort in the restless arms of sleep.

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Severus Snape paced in his personal quarters. December 11th the attack on Hogwarts was going to happen. Severus had a fortnight to get the Order and Harry Potter ready for the attack. Was this going to be the final battle? He hoped so, He hoped this would all come to an end. He was sick of spying, it really was a tiresome job.

He looked at the school layout plan again, plotting every move, the battle moving forward in his head. He would be wearing a black cloak, a golden mask and have his wand at the ready. He would be pretending to fire off spells at any member of the Order of the Phoenix, in all actuality he would be hitting one of his so called dark brothers or sister.

How any half-blooded wizard could rage a war based on blood and be a blood supremacist, trying to promote a pure blood life style was beyond him. How he fell into the circle of lap dogs waiting to destroy and wreak havoc on any scale for a man that called him self Lord Voldemort baffled him. Yes he had wanted to fit in after going through Hogwarts without any friends and being picked on daily by James Potter and his pack of wild beasts.. He had longed to find a place where he could repay his enemies with as much pain as they had caused him.

Over what though? A girl? Grades? Over time Severus had thought to himself ‘Oh Merlin, What have I got myself into now’, an irrational move it was on his behalf to go and join the ranks of Death Eaters. They did however have a good run at tormenting Muggles, and Muggle born witches and wizards, they had the whole wizarding world shaking in anticipation when it would end for all the half bloods, and dirty blooded, then a child, no older then 1 had taken their oh fearless leader and turned him into a drifting spirit and causing their rein of terror to end.

This was the time when Severus had found his head had cleared and had realized what he was doing was wrong. This was when he went to Albus and confided in the old man. The one reasons why he ended up in this predicament was because of that old man, with the twinkle in his eye, a man with words so wise that even Severus could not resist accepting his mission.

It was about 11 years after Voldemort had disappeared, no one had spoken a word of his demise, everyone waited for the fateful day when the black mark on their left arm would come to life and call them to their leader once again.

The end of June, if Severus could remember correctly. Albus had come to him bumbling about what a joy it was going to be to have Harry Potter in the castle. He could clearly remember choking on his pumpkin juice while reading The Daily Prophet.

Ever since that September his life has been less than enjoyable. He had numerous run ins with the spoilt prat. He had lost sleep, and his patience dealing with him, teaching him how to brew the simplest potion to teaching him how to guard his thoughts and dreams.

“Oh let this finally be over” he sighed as he realized he had a lot more to do then reminisce about the past.

He took a deep breath and continued on writing down plans of action.

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