To Save the Life of a Mudblood

A/N: Thanks again for the wonderful reviews. They are feeding my muse!! I can’t believe I am already writing ch. 6. I am going to introduce two new characters in this chapter and I want to warn you that you may find them OOC. Marcus Flint and Daphne Greengrass are never really talked about all that much, so I have taken artistic license with them and written them how I want to, so enjoy!! Also, I want to give another warning. I touch on a touchy subject in this chapter. I want to go on the record and say that I am 100% pro-life. I do not believe in abortion, nor condone it, in ANY case. This may upset some of you and I am sorry. I hope you will not stop reading because we don’t see eye to eye but after nearly losing two children, I see them as such a wonderful blessing, and I have loved all three of mine from the moment I found out I was pregnant, even though NONE of them were planned or came at good times. So that was my rant and Hermione and Daphne will touch on abortion and such in this chapter, so if it will bother you to hear them argue about pro-choice/pro-life, please don’t read and PLEASE NO FLAMING!! If you don’t believe like I do, that is your right, but don’t punish me for my beliefs and I won’t punish you for yours. Thanks!


Chapter Six: Daphne, Daphne, Full of Grace


Hermione awoke the next morning to a burning pain between her legs and a throbbing pain in her lower abdomen. She remembered only bits and pieces from the night before and had lost count of their couplings around ten or so. She had no idea the human male body was even capable of such feats, but apparently when driven by the enchantment binding them, it was.

She blushed as she remembered her actions from the night before. Never in her life had she acted so wantonly! Each time they came together, it was more intense than the last. It had been a mating frenzy! There was no other way to describe it! They had twisted their bodies into positions she didn’t even know were physically possible. It had turned wild and untamed in the end and she was embarrassed to admit that the last time they had come together they had all but rutted, like two dogs in heat.

She felt warmth pool between her sore legs as she remembered that last time. Draco had flipped her onto her knees and thrust into her from behind, grunting with each slap of his balls against her over-stimulated clit. She had screamed with each rough thrust, begging for release and he had given it to her. In a rainbow of ecstasy, their worlds had exploded, sending them both into unconsciousness.

Hermione slipped her hand down between her legs and gingerly brushed her sore and swollen lips. She was surprised to find them dripping wet. Gently, she stroked her swollen nub, enjoying the small tremors that it caused. She glanced over to the sleeping blond beside her and noticed the blankets tenting over his lower body.

The sight of his erection caused the tremors to increase. She carefully turned on her side and placed one hand on Draco’s shoulder.

“Draco… Draco, are you awake?”

Malfoy just groaned and rolled onto his side to face her. She slowly reached a hand out to caress his protruding flesh, keeping the blanket between them. Draco sighed in his sleep and moved his hips closer to her questing hand.

Feeling brave, she moved her arm underneath the blanket and grasped his manhood in her bare hand. He moaned at the contact and slowly opened his eyes.

“Hermione?”

She just pressed her lips to his, knowing she would never have the nerve to pull this off if they started talking first. He responded eagerly to her kiss and moved his hands to gently pull her closer, one hand going to her knee to pull her leg up and over his hip, allowing him access to her glistening center.

Malfoy gently entered her, nothing rushed about this time. When he filled her to the hilt, he paused. Draco languidly kissed her lips, savoring every moment, forgetting completely that the spell had nothing to do with this. Carefully, he began to move within her, being as gentle as possible, knowing she was as sore as he was.

It was perfect, Hermione thought. Just what she always thought making love should be, slow, gentle, but full of passion. Several minutes later, both lay spent and sleepy. Draco immediately fell back asleep but Hermione couldn’t.

She quietly made her way into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

“Kipsy!” she called out.

“Yes, Miss?” the petite elf popped into the bathroom.

“Could you possible find me a healing potion?”

“Of course, Miss! Kipsy will be right back!”

After taking the potion Kipsy brought, Hermione ran a bath and lowered her battered body into the steaming water. How could she have done that? What possessed her to fuck Draco Malfoy? Last night she could accept, last night had been controlled by the spell, but this morning? She had simply wanted him. She had desired him, needed him inside of her. Sweet Merlin, she’d lost her mind! She groaned as she leaned her head back against the tub and wondered just how long she could hide out in here before having to face him; apparently not as long as she would have liked.

Just as the water was cooling down, a timid knock broke into her reverie.

“Granger? We’ve got some company. Can you hurry up and get dressed?”

“Yeah, sure,” she answered; although that was the last thing she wanted to do. Who in the world would want to see her?

Hermione felt much better after her bath and once she was dressed in beautiful blue silk robes, left for her by Kipsy, she made her way down the stairs, following the small house-elf to the parlor where she found Draco waiting for her with two people she recognized from Hogwarts, though she didn’t know them all that well.

The man sitting beside Draco had been the captain of the Slytherin quidditch team the first few years they were at school. Marcus Flint was his name. She had never cared for the slimy cheater.

The woman sitting next to Flint, Hermione was surprised to notice, was none other than Draco’s ex-sister-in-law and fellow Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass. What in the world was she doing here? Had she come to hex her as well? Well, that would definitely make her day.

Hermione took a deep breath and swallowed her apprehension.

“Good morning, Malfoy,” she greeted, nodding at the other two seated at the table.

Draco glanced up at her; the faintest blush graced his cheeks.

“Granger. I’d like you to meet some friends of mine. Marcus and Daphne Flint. You went to Hogwarts with them, I’m not sure if you remember or not.”

“I do, actually. How are you doing?”

Daphne had stood to embrace the Muggleborn and Hermione was surprised to feel a gentle swell in the vicinity of the other girl’s stomach. She quickly glanced down, and sure enough, Daphne’s protruding stomach gave away her delicate condition.

“We are doing much better than you are, or so I hear. I am dreadfully sorry about my sister’s actions yesterday! She has embarrassed us all!”

Hermione couldn’t take her eyes away from the other girl’s swollen middle, horror evident in her eyes as she remembered exactly what she and Draco had forgotten in the midst of their spell-induced hump-fest. Quickly she glanced up, desperate to find Malfoy’s eyes and ask the nerve-wracking question.

She finally caught Draco’s eyes, and he gave an imperceptible shake of his head, obviously not wanting to discuss this right now, but she did notice his jaw clench as his eyes strayed down to Daphne’s noticeably pregnant mid-section.

“Hermione… Hermione, are you alright?” Daphne asked, worry in her voice.

“Oh, Daph, give the girl a break, she’s probably still shell shocked that you haven’t turned your wand on her as well,” the gravely, but surprisingly kind, voice of Marcus remarked.

“As if I would! Honestly, Granger here is probably ten times a better catch than Astoria,” Daphne sniffed indignantly.

Hermione was shocked to hear the older girl berate her little sister so easily.

“Daphne and Astoria have never gotten on all that well. In truth, they are only half-sisters,” Malfoy informed her.

“Oh,” she replied, not knowing what else to say.

It was uncomfortably silent for several minutes before Hermione finally spoke.

“How long have you two been married?”

“Oh! Just over two years. It’s actually quite a story!” Daphne began as a house-elf brought them a delicious looking brunch. “You see I was actually engaged to marry Draco to begin with.”

Hermione’s eyebrows shot up at that.

“What happened to change that?” she asked, curious despite herself.

“She did the one thing a Pureblood is never to do,” Draco remarked, “she fell in love.”

Hermione glanced between Marcus and Daphne with surprise.

“Yes, I fell in love. I went to speak to Draco and he was very understanding. He told me he had no problem with calling off the engagement. However, my parents weren’t as understanding. There was a lot of money involved, plus the Malfoy name and my father and stepmother weren’t ready to give up all of that for the sake of ‘a little girl’s hormones’. So Lucius Malfoy came up with a compromise. Draco could marry Astoria instead, which consequently pleased my stepmother even more, seeing how Astoria is her daughter. That left me free to marry Marcus,” Daphne finished with a content smile to her husband.

“How… kind of you,” Hermione drawled to Draco.

“What, Granger, you didn’t think I had it in me?” he smirked.

Hermione ground her teeth at the retort she held on the tip of her tongue.

Daphne, sensing the tension, abruptly stood up.

“It’s rather warm in here, and I’m feeling a bit nauseated. Hermione, would you care to take a short walk with me? Get some air?”

“Umm… sure, why not,” she responded a bit resignedly.

Daphne and Hermione stood and made their way out to the lush gardens behind the Manor. They were both wrapped in heavy winter cloaks.

“I just love being outside in the winter. Everything is so quiet and peaceful,” Daphne commented, looping her arm in Hermione’s.

“Hmmm…” she said, noncommittally

“You know, Draco really isn’t that bad of a person. There are worse people you could be married to.”

Hermione glanced askance at the Pureblood.

“Says the person who chose not to marry him.”

“Only because I had fallen in love with someone else! Honestly, if it wasn’t for Marcus, I would have been happy to marry Draco. In our world, it is very rare to marry for love. At least with Draco, you have the chance for friendship, and respect. You won’t have to worry about that love failing, when you are old and no longer beautiful…” Daphne trailed off, staring into space.

“Daphne, I can tell just by watching that Marcus is absolutely in love with you, he wouldn’t leave.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean him. I was thinking of my parents. My father left my mother for Astoria’s mother, just because she was young, just out of school. It was sickening. Luckily I was too young at the time to know what was going on.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, it was a long time ago. So, back to you: I think you and Draco could be good together. I think you should give him a chance. After all, he’s lost more in all this than you have,” Daphne pointed out.

Hermione was shocked at that statement, but the more she thought about it, the more sense it made. She pushed the thought aside, not ready to deal with it and turned her mind to her earlier problem.

The more she thought about it, the more she knew she hardly wanted to turn to Narcissa with this problem. For one, the woman would probably want her to end up pregnant and wouldn’t help her even if she could. So instead, she turned to the girl walking beside her.

“Daphne, can I ask you something? Something personal?”

“Sure, anything.”

“Umm… I know all about Contraceptive Charms and potions, but I was wondering, what do witches do if they forget to use those? I mean, in the Muggle world, there is a pill, or a series of pills, that you can take the morning after to insure that you don’t get pregnant. I was wondering what the Wizarding world had.”

Daphne had stopped walking and was giving Hermione a hard look.

“We don’t have anything like that, at least not something that is readily available. Witches, if they are of the decent sort and don’t want to get pregnant don’t forget. If they forget, then they live with the consequences. That’s the only responsible and proper thing to do.”

“You can’t honestly tell me that no witch has ever messed up and wanted to make sure she didn’t get pregnant. Oh, let me guess, witches never abort a pregnancy either?” Hermione asked, not the least bit surprised at the backwards ideas of the Wizarding world.

“Of course not!” Daphne huffed.

Hermione raised an unbelieving eyebrow.

“Okay, I do know of a potion, but I doubt even you would want to take it. One of the key ingredients is unicorn blood and it can only be found in the dingiest shop at the end of Knockturn Alley.”

Hermione shivered at the thought of drinking a potion that included unicorn blood.

“As for the abortion, I know it happens, again in the seediest part of the Alley, and not by any legitimate Healer. Children are too precious in our world to simply kill them off because having them would be an inconvenience to the mother. Marcus and I have been trying for years. This is the fourth time I have been pregnant, and now, at twenty-six weeks, it’s the furthest I’ve managed to carry one. Most witches and wizard’s feel the same way. Miscarriages and Squib births are so high, that any pregnancy, or chance of normal birth is a great thing, not something to be destroyed and swept under the rug!” Daphne finished vehemently, with tears glistening behind her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt so strongly about that,” Hermione whispered, wondering what in the world she would do now.

“It’s okay. I forget that you are Muggleborn, and tend to have different ideas about certain things. I know the Muggle world is very forward moving, and offers different solutions to things such as this, but here, in the Wizarding world, you’ll find no such solutions.”

“Thank you for the information,” Hermione mumbled, a little uneasy with the topic.

“Is having a baby such a horrible thought? You aren’t pureblood, you and Draco would most likely have a wonderfully, healthy child. We should all be so lucky,” she finished with a whisper.

Hermione shifted uncomfortably.

“I have always wanted a child, maybe two, but with someone I love. I don’t plan on staying married to Draco, not if I can help it, and a baby would be the last thing we would need!”

“Well, then the choice is up to you, isn’t it? But really, shouldn’t you talk to Draco about this as well?”

Hermione grimaced at the thought of talking to Malfoy about whether or not to keep a baby that only might exist. Really, it wasn’t as if she was pregnant, yet. All she wanted was a way to keep it that way!

A/N: Well, are you spoiled yet? Lol. I am just on a roll right now, but I can’ t promise that it will last forever. Thanks Kady for betaing. Thanks all for reading!!