Wicked Intentions

Wicked Intentions

"Snickers," Dumbledore said, and the gargoyle stepped aside.

Hermione looked at him curiously. The old man smiled. "Very tasty candy, isn't it? Although, I do find the peanuts tend to get caught between the teeth."

She nodded. Apparently, Harry hadn't been lying when he told her how much Dumbledore had a sweet tooth.

They entered the office and Dumbledore went around and sat behind his desk. He flipped through the book Hermione had given him before placing it on the desk. "So, might I ask what exactly is going on?"

Hermione took a deep breath before going into her spiel. "Ok. So, Draco messes up his potion in class Friday, which causes this huge explosion where Basilisk venom goes just about every where. Somehow, I end up getting a detention because of it, because Snape is really that unfair. I had nothing to do with the explosion! I even tried to help clean up the mess! But, I get a detention with Draco because Snape claims that I had distracted Draco, which I have no idea how I could have done that.

"So, then, Friday night comes and instead of doing what Snape told us to do, Draco decides to force me to have sex with him then proceeds to say a spell that binds us together," she said, huffing.

"The spell that is in this book?" Dumbledore asked. She nodded, to which he asked, "What do you know of this spell?"

Draco spoke up that time. "It's an old spell that has been passed down from generation to generation. From what Father told me, it's meant to be spoken by a suitor to his lover. The spell sort of binds them together so that she will be made to bow to his whim, and vice versa. Father told me that a lot of wizards of old used it for arranged marriages, to ensure the bride's acceptance of her husband."

"Argh! And you didn't think to ask him what that meant?!" Hermione shouted at him.

"I had one thought and one thought only that night, Hermione," Draco spat. "I wanted you. I've wanted you since third year. I..."

"Then ask me out!" she interrupted. "Try being nice to me for a change! Stop treating me like dirt and my friends like..."

"Miss Granger," Dumbledore spoke softly, distracting her. He looked at both teens and they looked at him. "This is very concerning and very serious. Unfortunately, I will have to contact both of your parents. Furthermore, I would like to know more about Professor Snape's involvement, if there was any. Has he been involved?"

The teenagers looked at each other and Hermione seriously thought about it. If she told Dumbledore that Snape had, indeed, been involved, it would cost the Potions Master his job. She was angry with him, yes. Snape was horrendous. But, to get him fired?

"No, sir," Hermione said, still looking at Draco. "Professor Snape knows nothing." She turned back to the professor. "Though, he was quite angry that we didn't do our detention."

Dumbledore looked at Hermione for a moment and she got a distinct feeling he was aware of her lie. However, he made no comment on it. "Very well," he said. "Miss Granger, I wish you to go to the hospital. You need to be examined to ensure you are not pregnant and be placed on contracep..."

"I'm not allowed contraceptives," she said simply.

Dumbledore looked at her curiously. "Miss Granger, the spell does not forbide you..."

"I know," she told him. She sent a glare to Draco. "But, he forbade it."

Draco's face turned, if possible, paler. Dumbledore nodded and sighed. "Mr. Malfoy, I hope you realize the gravity of what you have done. Rape is just the beginning of the problems here. If everything Miss Granger is saying is correct, which I'm sure it is, you can face expulsion."

Hermione's heart practically stopped. She didn't know why she should care. Draco had raped her, abused her, humiliated her, and manipulated her. He deserved to be expelled. He deserved even worse than that. But, something stopped her.

Perhaps it was the spell. They were bound to one another for eternity. He was to be her husband. Would she really want her husband to be denied an education? "Will he be expelled, sir?" she asked, hesitant.

She heard a soft shuffle and the sound of leather creaking. Glancing at Draco, she saw that he had sat in a chair and was staring out into nothing. Most likely, he was in a state of shock.

"I do not know yet, Miss Granger," Dumbledore told her, honestly. "I would like to hear Mr. Malfoy's version of the events."

Draco's eyes glanced at the professor, but his body and head remained fixed. When he spoke, Hermione wasn't certain he was all there. His voice sounded hollow.

"It was a simple plan. I was sitting in the drawing room with my father. I told him about my interest in Hermione. It wasn't the first time he had heard the story, mind you. It was almost a ritual to me by this time. Every year, I would come home from school. Every year I had another piece of my 'Granger story,' as it were.

"'The teachers call Granger the brightest witch of our age, Father. It's ridiculous how they dote on her. Lockhart practically swooned over her. I thought for sure she wouldn't survive the attack of Slytherin's monster. She punched me in the nose! Who does she think she is, Father? Brightest witch and the best she could come up with is punching me in the nose? I had to warn her, Father. You and your friends were having too much fun at the Quidditch Cup. I didn't want to see her get hurt. After all, I go to school with her. You should have seen her at the ball, Father. I've never seen a girl so beautiful... Well, at least she cleans up nice.'

"Then, last year, last year I knew something was going on. I knew she and her friends were up to something. I just didn't know what. And then, we learned about Dumbledore's Army. It had been her idea. She really was as brilliant as the teachers claimed. Of course, by this time, I already knew this. No matter how hard I tried. No matter how many Outstandings I received, she was always, always a step ahead of me.

"I don't know when school rivalry turned into admiration, where admiration turned into obsession. But, like Father said, I'm a Malfoy. And Malfoy's always get what they want. I wanted her. I needed her.

"Father and I spoke about it all summer. He wasn't really keen on the idea of me taking a Muggle-born, but I convinced him that it was a spectacular plan. Especially with the Dark Lord gone. The perfect way to get back into good graces with our world would be if I were to hook up with a Muggle-born. And what better Muggle-born than Hermione Granger? Of course, Father didn't know I was obsessed. He didn't know I just wanted her for my own. I told him I was going to do it for the family. Father royally fucked up by being the Dark Lord's puppet. I could make things right for us again. I could change things.

"So, he told me about the spell. He made me memorize the spell. Then, a few nights later, he told me that when the time was right, I should perform the spell by any means necessary. But, he made sure to tell me that, she had to be a virgin and that I had to say the spell as I'm taking her virginity.

"I asked him what the spell was. He told me that it was just an old spell to bind her to me. He said it would keep other guys off of her unless I told them they could have her. He also said that I would be the only one to get her pregnant and I wouldn't be able to get any other girl pregnant. He said that I would be able to control her. That she was, essentially, mine. I just had to follow the instructions to the max.

"My only problem was getting her alone. She was always around people. She was always with Potter and that Weasel girl. Always surrounded by her admirers. I couldn't even get close enough to her to say hello. Then, my Father sent me an owl telling me that I had to do it the next night.

"So, I put a bit of murlap in the potion I was making and insisted it was her fault when the potion exploded. Snape was so angry that he gave us both a detention. Which is exactly what I wanted. What I needed.

"There was no time to properly woo her. To gain her attention, to ask her out. Father said it had to be that night. It had to be. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I forced her hand. And, to my amazement, she enjoyed it.

"So, I kept at it. I continued. For the first time in my life, I had Hermione Granger. Finally, after all these years, she belonged to me. And no one was going to take her away. I couldn't keep my hands off of her. I couldn't leave her alone. I wanted to make sure everyone knew that she was mine and no one else could have her.

"And then, I saw that she was trying to find a countercurse. It angered me, even though Father had told me about the possible countercurse. He told me that only her parents could speak the countercurse. He told me that the countercurse was something passed down from generation to generation just like the spell. He told me that because her parents were Muggle, they would know nothing about it. Even if they did, they wouldn't be able to perform it. Because they were Muggles.

"But, it still angered me. So, I took her again. Right there in the library. I made sure she knew that she belonged to me and no one else. I made sure she knew that she was mine. Then, I told Potter and Weasel that she was mine. I told them that they couldn't touch her. They couldn't have her. Finally, I had something they couldn't have. I got the better of them. I..."

Draco stopped. He took a shuddering breath and buried his face in his hands. Hermione could hear him sobbing.

She didn't know what to think. Should she be repulsed? Angered? Hurt? She didn't know whether to pity him or hex him. It was certainly obvious to her that she wasn't the only one who had been manipulated. Though, she was curious to know what Lucius Malfoy got out of this.

"Miss Granger, I wish you and Mr. Malfoy to go down to the hospital. You need a pregnancy test and Mr. Malfoy here needs a Calming Drought. After you are both finished, please return here. You know the password," Dumbledore said.

Hermione nodded and placed a hand on Draco's shoulder. He glanced up at her with fear. She pinched her lips together. "Come on," she told him, knowing that if she ordered him, he'd be forced to go.

(II) (II)

"Oh, dear," Madam Pomfrey said, looking at the pregnancy test and shaking her head. She looked up at Hermione with concern.

Hermione knew that look. The test was positive. She felt her lip tremble, but refused to tear up. Instead, she took a deep breath and turned to Draco. "You're going to be a father," she told him, matter-of-factly.

He stared at her with wide eyes. "So soon?" he asked, disbelieving. "But, we only started having sex three days ago."

"It only takes one time without protection, Mr. Malfoy," the Healer told him, looking a bit peeved.

"My mother didn't get pregnant for ages," he protested.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Everyone is different, Draco," she told him. "Like it or not, in nine months, we are going to have a baby."

He was much calmer now and didn't have the strength to put up a fight or freak out. Instead, he just stared at her. "I think I'll take back that no contraceptive thing," he told her. "After you have this child, if you want, we'll use contraceptives. At least, until we are ready for another baby.

Hermione nodded. "Good idea."

(III) (III)

By the time they returned to Dumbledore's office, not only where there parents there, but Professor's McGonagall and Snape were there as well. Hermione led Draco by the hand into the room.

No one was smiling as Dumbledore asked, "What did Poppy say?"

"I'm going to be a father," Draco said, calmly, as though the idea hadn't quite sunken in yet.

A shriek of joy escaped Narcissa's lips as Rose looked at her daughter in shock. "I thought you'd at least wait until you were married," Hermione's mother said, looking at her daughter in a mixture of horror and disappointment.

Hermione shrugged, but remained holding Draco's hand. "So did I," she said, honestly. "But, there's no use crying over spilled milk. To be quite frank, I wasn't expecting to have any of this happen for a very long time. Why did you agree to allow this engagement?"

Rose shot her husband a glare and Hugo had the decency to look somewhat ashamed. "Just wanted what was best for you, dear. And Mr. Malfoy here assured me you two were in love. And, well, he said you'd be well taken care of."

"And you didn't think to owl me and ask for my opinion of the subject?" Hermione asked, feeling her frustration gathering. "I am seventeen years old with a baby on the way. My fiance is facing a possible expulsion from school. Goodbye Healer license!"

"You can still be a Healer, Miss Granger," Lucius told her.

"Oh, gee, thanks," the girl snapped sarcastically. "Thank you so much, Mr. Malfoy! You mean, you're actually allowing me to make a decision of my own? Wow, aren't you Mr. Generous!"

"Don't talk to my husband that way," Narcissa sneered. "What he's done..."

"What he's done?!" Hermione interrupted her. "Do you have any idea what this man has done? He should be locked up in Azkaban. In fact, why the bloody hell isn't he in Azkaban? He was a fucking Death Eater for Merlin's sake!"

"Hermione, language," Rose scolded.

"Why isn't he in Azkaban?" Hermione demanded, looking to Dumbledore. "He's the cause of all this. He put this stupid spell in Draco's head."

Dumbledore held up his hand and Hermione immediately went quiet. She knew what that signal meant.

"The reason Lucius Malfoy is not currently in Azkaban is for reasons that do not pertain to this," Dumbledore told her calmly. "As for what Draco has done, yes, Lucius may have given him the idea, but Draco acted on his own. Regardless of what Lucius may or may not have said, Draco did not have to do anything. He chose to."

"You're not seriously thinking of expelling him, are you, Dumbledore?" Lucius asked, glaring at the old man.

"Draco has less than two years left of school," Dumbledore said. "The circumstances are grave, yes. But, something tells me that not even Hermione would want to see him expelled."

"No, I wouldn't," the Gryffindor confessed.

The Headmaster nodded. "Therefore, this is what shall be done. Draco will be able to complete his schooling. He will not be part of any programs, and that includes Quidditch. He will work on his studies and take his N.E.W.T.s at the end of this year..."

"But, Dumbledore, that's ridiculous!" Narcissa interjected. "Most students take the N.E.W.T.s their seventh year. Draco's in his sixth. He's not ready."

"I disagree, Narcissa," the old man said. "He and Hermione both are more than ready to take them. And both of them will. They will study together. However, they will study under the watchful eyes of Professors McGonagall and Snape.

"Draco, you will not force yourself upon Miss Granger. If she says no, then that's the end of it. Understood?"

Draco nodded, surprised that he was going to be allowed to finish school.

"Professor, if I may, why is Hermione being force to leave early?" Rose asked.

"This time next year, Hermione will have a child. She won't be able to focus as much on her studies as she would like and she wouldn't be able to focus on her child if she had to study. This gives her the opportunity to finish her schooling and spend time with her newborn babe," Dumbledore explained. "She will still be able to walk down the aisle with her friends next year, though Draco will not. He will have his certificate of completion, but he will not graduate with the rest of his classmates."

Lucius and Narcissa looked outraged, but Draco merely nodded. Whether it was from the Calming Draught or the fact that he understood how much Dumbledore was giving him, Hermione did not know. But she felt that Dumbledore was being more than fair to Draco and was, surprisingly, pleased by it.

It saddened her a bit that Draco wouldn't be allowed to graduate, but at the same time, she was glad he wouldn't be expelled. She hadn't really meant to tell Dumbledore that Draco had raped her. That part had sort of slipped out when she was ranting.

Of course, she didn't really understand why she was being so kind or caring towards Draco. These were thoughts that she would have to contemplate more later.

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Author's Note: You know, I was thinking, I should probably just combine these and make them all into one story, since that's essentially what it is and I've already done that one FF.net. But, I think I'll leave it as is. Might as well.