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Blood traitor	By : Dramionia Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13404 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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After Hermione left Malfoy in the empty classroom, she ran to the Room of Requirement to think about everything that happened. She sat down on a chair that appeared at her request, pulled her knees up under her chin and began to gently sway back and forth. She wanted to go back in time, to turn the events of that evening. A time turner came to her mind, but unfortunately she didn’t have hers anymore and there was no chance of getting a new one.

Unable to reverse what happened, Hermione wanted to forget about everything that she had done, but she knew that casting an Obliviate at herself would be too dangerous.

Although she wanted to cuddle up to someone who was dear to her and wanted that person to tell her that everything would be fine and that he would reverse what had happened, she didn’t want to talk to any Gryffindors yet and explain her situation. She especially didn’t want to share with them what she had done with Malfoy. She knew that her friends wouldn’t be able to solve the problem. Besides, she didn’t know how to tell anyone about what she had done of her own free will. How would she pronounce these terrible words: I had sex with Draco Malfoy. In that abandoned classroom she saw the dark mark on his forearm and knew she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone without mentioning the circumstances in which she had seen it. The tears ran down her cheeks. She didn’t even try to hold them back; she only wiped them with her sleeve every now and then.

When the shock passed and Hermione calmed down a little, she began to reflect on the events of the past two days. By analyzing in detail what had happened, she came to the conclusion that her first suspicions were correct and she had fallen victim to some unknown potion. It couldn’t be any spell, because she knew that according to Terence Blyth’s book, it was not possible to create spells that affected human feelings and desires. One could create a love potion, or a potion causing appetite for food, but it wasn’t possible to create such a spell. It must have been similar when dealing with lust.

She suspected that she wasn’t the only sufferer. When she remembered the look on Malfoy's face after what they did, she realized that he was just as scared of his actions as she was with hers. “Who would do such a thing?” she wondered.

Initially, she wanted to meet up with Malfoy and analyze the situation together, but came to the conclusion that she wouldn’t be able to talk to him about what had happened. She was terribly ashamed and afraid that his malicious comments would worsen the case. For the first time in her life she decided not to drill into getting the truth, she wanted only to forget. But could she forget something so important, so traumatic? She didn’t know yet, but decided to try.

When it was after midnight, tired of crying and pondering about what had happened, Hermione returned to Gryffindor Tower. To her great relief, she didn’t meet any of her colleagues because all of them were already in their beds. Also, in her dormitory she found Parvati and Lavender fast asleep. Relieved that she didn’t have to talk to anyone and pretend that everything was okay, Hermione lay down and almost immediately fell asleep.

*****

Draco stormed into the Slytherin common room. Without a word, he passed the Slytherins who greeted him and went straight to his dorm room where he found Crabbe and Goyle.

“Where did you disappear to?! I told you to wait for me!” he shouted with anger.

“We thought you already went to the dormitory while we were busy with Scarhead and Redhead,” Crabbe explained with a mouthful of cookies.

“What do you mean?” Malfoy asked, a little bit concerned.

“Well, when we were making sure that no one bothered you, they came upon us. We overheard that they were going to the Room of Requirement. We were unable to stop them, so as you said, we cast Petrificus Totalus on them. Then we left them in an empty classroom. It’s possible that tomorrow they won’t take part in classes,” added Crabbe, who was very proud of himself and smiled as broadly as it was possible with a mouth still full of cookies.

“Well, we'll see. Next time, don’t go anywhere until I tell you,” Draco instructed, without linking to the possibility that Gryffindors were watching him and Granger the whole time.

Leaving his colleagues in the dormitory, Draco immediately ran to the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at his own reflection. He had never felt such disgust for himself. He looked at his mouth and realized that it so recently touched a Mudblood’s femininity. He examined his tongue and, for a moment, he felt that he wanted to cut it off. Draco grabbed his toothbrush and put a profuse amount of toothpaste on it. Then he began to brush his teeth and the rest of his mouth. He put so much force into it that soon his gums began to bleed. Despite all that, he still had the feeling that his mouth was defiled, but Draco was no longer able to scrub his mouth because of the pain. Also, the feeling that he was still dirty did not leave the boy, so now he decided to take care of his body.

He quickly took off his clothes, threw them on the floor and pointed his wand at the stack of garments.

"Incendio," he cried, and the pile of clothes caught fire.

When the clothes tainted with Granger’s touch were completely burned, Draco poured water into the tub and added the entire bottle of bath soap to the water. He stepped into the tub, grabbed a sponge and began to scrub his body. Pressing hard with the generously soapy sponge, Draco performed rapid movements over his body. After a while, almost all of his skin was reddened and Draco started to feel the ache. He interrupted his treatment only when the scratchy side of the sponge began to slowly peel the skin and the pain became too difficult to bear.

He tore the sponge from his abdomen and looked down at his penis. He felt immense disgust when he remembered that his cock had penetrated Granger’s insides. He grabbed it in one hand and looked at his other palm, which was holding the sponge. He knew what he should do, but realizing that the pain would be even greater than when he scrubbed the rest of the body, he hesitated for a moment. Then he sniffed, put the sponge to his member and began to rub slowly. He had never felt such pain. He thought that he would rather die now than live this torture. However, he continued to scrub. He had to get rid of all of Granger’s trace from his body. He had to efface her touch and smell. Although he sat in the tub full of scented bubble bath, he still had the feeling that he could smell Granger’s scent.

Finally, when he began to reach downwards to scrub his testis, he realized he was no longer able to stand the pain. He put the sponge down, rinsed himself and left the bath. When he stood in front of the mirror and looked at his reflection again, he still felt dirty. All these efforts were of no avail. He still had the horrible feeling that wouldn’t leave him ever since he came to stand naked in an empty classroom; a feeling that he was filthy and polluted. Having no other ideas to get rid of this feeling, he dressed in his night clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

Draco returned to the dormitory, threw himself on the bed and began to think about what had happened. He lay with his hands behind his head and stared blankly at the ceiling. He couldn’t understand how he could copulate with the Mudblood. Even if he could forget that she was a Mudblood, he couldn’t say that she was the type of beauty he liked. But he remembered her origins and in spite of what he believed, he did something so disgusting. He had never approached a half-blood girl, or more so a Mudblood, even if she was very beautiful.

He had never had a dilemma in this regard. It was a simple matter: if she was not a pure-blood, she didn’t exist for him in that sense. Despite their beauty, they were slimy and unworthy of touching him, and as a Malfoy he could not stoop to their level. Besides, it would be a betrayal of the blood! He didn’t know why he did something like that with the Mudblood. He had never felt such disgust for himself.

In contrast to what had been happening to him recently, the thought of sex with Granger didn’t arouse him a bit or cause even the slightest excitement. Like two days earlier, it only awoke hatred and disgust. In considering this puzzle, he came to the conclusion that he had been under the influence of some powerful lust potion or spell. But who would do such a thing to him?

He began to think hard, but nothing came to his mind. For a long time before falling asleep, Draco still troubled himself about what he had done with the Mudblood. Even the thought that it wasn’t his fault couldn’t improve his mood. He felt like someone who got dirty with a disgusting substance that couldn’t be washed away with any potion or spell. Although he had to admit that the physical pleasure that he had felt with the girl was exceptional and incomparable to anything he had experienced so far, at this point he was sure that it was due to the potion’s influence. As a result, the memory of the events didn’t affect the feeling of disgust and hatred that had always dominated his every thought about her. He was mad at himself and Granger, and especially at the person who did this to him. Draco knew that what he did was wrong, but what this person had done was even worse.

*****

While returning to the Gryffindor Tower in silence, Harry and Ron again and again remembered the event that they witnessed in an empty classroom.

When they were in Gryffindor Tower, Ginny left them alone and went to her dormitory. The boys sat on their beds, still not saying a word to each other. Because of the shock they were in, they couldn’t speak out loud even one word about what happened.

Finally, after many minutes, Harry broke the silence. “I think he gave her some kind of potion.”

“Do you really want to tell me that you believe that?” asked Ron. “While being a second year student, she could protect herself from being killed by the basilisk. And she always warns you about Romilda Vane and a supposed love potion that she wants to give you. Hermione would have noticed if someone wanted to do the same to her,” he continued. “Besides, Malfoy or any of his colleagues could only give Hermione a potion while eating in the Great Hall, and then someone from Gryffindor would have noticed the suspicious activity for sure. Can you see that now it all fits together?”

“What fits?” Harry still didn’t understand.

“They’ve been doing it for a long time,” Ron explained.

“What do you mean?” asked the dark-haired boy once again.

“This is Malfoy’s secret. They meet behind our backs. That’s why she didn’t do anything to be with me. I thought that she would do something and I would break up with Lavender. It would be easier if Hermione declared she wanted to be with me. But I was stupid to hope, because she was seeing Malfoy all this time.”

“Hermione would never do anything like that!” Harry was indignant and tried to get up. Ron grabbed his wrist.

“But it’s true,” said Ron with emphasis. “You said she still defends him and says you're exaggerating when you claim that Malfoy is up to something,” he said angrily. “She was afraid that, by chance, you would discover her dirty secret,” he argued. “Do you remember when the Ferret invaded Slughorn’s party? You thought he followed you, but I think that he really wondered what Hermione was doing. She didn’t want us to know that she cheated on us by seeing Malfoy, and decided to go to the party with that idiot McLaggen. Like a smokescreen, you know? Malfoy was jealous and followed her. I think they may have been a couple for a long time.”

At this point, Harry started to contemplate. He recalled a conversation he overheard two days earlier in the library.

“Mate, what's up?” Ron asked, concerned about him when Harry was silent for a long time.

“This is something very strange. Recently, I overheard by accident a talk between Hermione and Malfoy. I thought that I misunderstood something, because I hadn’t heard the whole conversation. I downplayed it, but now I don’t know.” Harry repeated everything he heard at the library a few days earlier.

“But Hermione is not a pure-blood, and it seems unlikely that she planned to lure you to the ministry,” stated a confused Ron.

“That's what I don’t understand. We met her parents and we both know that they are Muggles to the bone. Oh and I also somehow don’t want to believe the story about Kreacher. One thing is certain: something stinks here, and Hermione has a secret from us.”

“How can we trust her now?” Ron was worried.

“We need to discover what's going on. Until then, we won’t talk to her because we don’t know what she repeats to the Ferret. We can’t tell anyone about what we saw until we know what's going on,” concluded Harry.

“You're right. Just remember, don’t let Hermione tell you some fairy tales,” Ron said, and his fists clenched in anger.

“I won’t speak to her or listen to her. She won’t pull the wool over my eyes,” Harry promised.

*****

The next day Hermione entered the Great Hall. Harry and Ron were sitting in their regular places and eating breakfast. As usual, Hermione sat down next to Harry.

“Hi,” she greeted everyone. “Harry, why didn’t you wait for me, as we agreed?” she asked. The boy didn’t answer. “Has something happened?” She started to worry.

“We won’t discuss it here!” said Ron furiously. At this point, Harry nudged his friend with an elbow.

“I didn’t ask you, but Harry!” she replied furiously, looking at Ron. She was still angry at him for Lavender. The thought that if Ron didn’t treat her like this, nothing would have happened with Malfoy flashed through her head. Of course she knew it wasn’t true, but blaming someone for what had happened brought her some relief.

“We won’t discuss it with you,” replied Harry.

“I don’t understand.” She was surprised.

“You don’t understand!? You do not understand!?” Ron got angry. “But we understand everything. We saw you yesterday in an empty classroom with Malfoy,” he added, a lot quieter now. Absolute horror painted Hermione's face.

“Ron!” Harry stopped his friend.

“I will explain everything to you. It’s not like you think,” she tried to defend herself, the expression of dismay never leaving her face.

“No, you don’t have to explain anything. Everything is clear for us,” said Ron, then he got up from the table, pulling Harry's arm.

Hermione stared at her friends but did not try to stop them. When they left the room, she noticed questioning glances from the rest of the Gryffindors. She ignored them, however, and got up from the table and left. She felt tears gathering in her eyes again. Harry and Ron knew all about it. “But how?” she wondered. “If they know what I have done, I’ve lost not only Ron, but Harry as well because he will never forgive me. If he only would listen to me,” she thought.

*****

Shortly after detention with McGonagall, Blaise deluded himself into thinking that perhaps Malfoy didn’t meet Granger, and that he still had a chance to win material compromising Draco. However, the hope soon began to leave him.

Later that same evening, while he sat in the Slytherin Common Room, the blond entered rapidly. There was no doubt that he was very nervous and scared about something. Although his characteristic smirk was on his face, his eyes were far from showing an indifferent expression. Malfoy didn’t greet anyone and headed straight to the dormitory.

However, Blaise decided not to prejudge anything. He considered that he would confirm his suspicions only by watching the Mudblood and Malfoy. That’s why, when he showed up for breakfast the next day, he looked at the Gryffindor table searching for Granger. She wasn’t there, so he sat down at the Slytherin table next to Malfoy so that he could watch Malfoy and the Gryffindor table at the same time. Blaise noticed that Malfoy was clearly upset about something. He wasn’t involved in discussions at the table and the whole time he avoided the eyes of his colleagues, glaring at his own plate. He acted as if he was ashamed of something, and Blaise took this as another rationale that Malfoy shagged Granger and now he was so abashed that he was not able to look into the eyes of his friends.

Moments later, Blaise saw Granger, who had just walked into the Great Hall. The girl immediately headed for the Gryffindor table. Blaise noted that she tried to avoid looking in the direction of the Slytherin table at all costs, as if she was afraid to see someone out there. Blaise was already almost certain that Granger and Draco shagged, but decided to observe the Gryffindor for a moment more, hoping to gain an absolute certitude.

The girl sat in her usual spot next to Potter and Blaise noticed that Potter and Weasley were clearly angry at her about something. "Had she told them about what she did with Malfoy and they resented her?" Blaise wondered. At this point, Granger and her friends quarreled, after which an outraged Potter and Weasley left the Great Hall.

For a moment Blaise watched Granger and Malfoy, and every minute confirmed his suspicions that they were no longer under the influence of the lust potion. Zabini came to the conclusion that his last chance was to dare Malfoy to admit the truth. However he knew he had to be careful, because Malfoy was smart and could easily deduct that it was he who stood behind what had happened to him the previous day. Malfoy's revenge would certainly be cruel.

"All yesterday evening you were not in the common room. Did you have a more interesting occupation than talking with your colleagues," Blaise asked Draco, turning his head from Granger.

"You talk as if you didn’t know that I have the task for the Dark Lord," Malfoy snapped. "But you have enough free time. Did you finish an essay for me?"

"I did. Did you really spend the whole evening fulfilling this mission?" Blaise didn’t know how to dare Malfoy while not revealing that he was responsible for what Draco had done with Granger. "Or maybe you were with a girl?"

"Where did this idea come from?"

"Well, you know, none of the Slytherin girls have boasted that they shagged you for a while, and you're a guy and you've got your needs. I think you have been with a girl from outside Slytherin House. "

"I don’t know what you are talking about," Draco responded immediately, and his face didn’t betray a hint of uncertainty or confusion.

Blaise decided not to continue the topic and considered that he must find some other way to stop Malfoy from blackmailing him.

His first thought was to use the potion again, but he decided that without the element of surprise, he wouldn’t reap much. He was sure that Malfoy would now watch his drinks very carefully, and adding anything wouldn’t be possible. And even if by some miracle Blaise was able to slip the potion again, Malfoy would certainly look for Snape’s help. While Blaise read that there was no antidote for the potion, Snape could know something more about it. Besides, the Head of Slytherin House would certainly carry out an investigation and if he discovered who gave the potion to Malfoy, Blaise could only pack his trunk and go home.

Blaise decided that now he would watch Malfoy very carefully and perhaps he could find another solution.

*****

The next day, it turned out that Weasley was in the hospital wing because someone tried to poison him. For a moment Blaise forgot about his observation and, like all the other students, gossiped about how it had happened.

But the following day he returned to his observations, and although he didn’t formulate any new plan, he noticed some interesting things. He noted that relations between Granger and Potter (Weasley as well, when he eventually returned from the hospital wing) worsened drastically. Granger still tried to talk to her friends, but they didn’t express the slightest desire to talk to her and completely ignored her. Blaise saw her more and more often in the company of Weasley's younger sister, who tried to play the role of peacemaker in the conflict.

Granger and Draco still avoided looking at each other, as if afraid that every glance would reveal their secret.

Granger only looked at Malfoy for the first time after two weeks. Never before could Blaise remember seeing the girl look at Draco Malfoy with such an expression. According to Blaise, her face was full of some kind of anxiety and she looked like she was about to puke the breakfast she was eating. Blaise thought it was really unfitting because it was she who was the Mudblood and it was Malfoy who should feel disgusted.

Blaise didn’t think about it any longer, but he began to notice that Granger glanced more and more often at Malfoy. Almost every time it was accompanied by the same expression.

At the same time Malfoy, despite the fact that a month had passed from him getting the potion, still didn’t look in the direction of the Mudblood, as if trying to completely ignore her existence. Blaise understood completely.

*****

Hermione did her best to explain the situation to Harry and Ron. She tried to talk to them, but they avoided her whenever they could. The only moments where they spent time together were the ones in the classroom, the Great Hall or the Gryffindor common room. In each of these situations, they were surrounded by other students and it wasn’t possible to talk so that no one unauthorized heard them. When Hermione learned about the attempt to poison Ron, she wanted to visit him in the hospital wing and make sure he was okay, but Harry wouldn’t let her see him.

Hermione was also worried about Harry’s lessons with Dumbledore. She wanted to know how well they were going. She wondered if Harry and Dumbledore discovered something important and if she could help her friend in some way. But now, when the boy was completely cut off from her, there was no such possibility.

During these few weeks, Hermione felt very lonely. Although she talked with other colleagues from school, they didn’t know her as well as Harry and Ron, and the girl missed them dearly. She became closer to Ginny, who tried to persuade her brother and boyfriend to talk to Hermione, but they didn’t want to hear about it. Ginny asked them to tell her what was going on, but both sides flatly refused to give her explanations. Harry and Ron didn’t want to acquaint Ginny with what happened. They wanted to discover the truth first. On the other hand, Hermione was afraid that if she confessed to Ginny what happened, she would lose her friendship as well.

Hermione hated the whole situation. What she experienced in the last few weeks was too much for one person and as it turned out, was only the beginning of her problems. Thinking about her hopeless position, Hermione tucked a letter that she wrote a while ago into an envelope. The decision she was making was one of the hardest in her life, but she didn’t see any other way out. She got up and went to the Owlery. The girl had to send a letter because passing the message over to the recipient in any other way was impossible. She couldn’t approach him and just say that she wanted to talk to him, because he wouldn’t even want to listen.

The students gathered in the Great Hall were focused on their plates when a flock of owls flew inside. The birds circulated beneath the ceiling and then landed by the recipients of their letters. One of the school owls sat down at the Slytherin table in front of Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be very surprised. He didn’t expect any letter, especially one brought by a school owl. Before the bird interrupted him, Draco was thinking about his continuous failures to fix the Vanishing Cabinet and remove the only person who protected Potter and was capable of standing up to the Dark Lord. It annoyed Draco that the poison had failed in the same way as the necklace.

He also thought about the events in the empty classroom. After these past few weeks, he still couldn’t come to terms with what he did.

Malfoy held out his hand in the direction of the owl and untied the letter from its leg. He opened and read it.

We need to talk about something very important. Please don’t ignore this message, because our lives depend on it. Believe me, I wouldn’t bother you in any case if it wasn’t a matter of the utmost importance.

Meet me today at 9pm in the same classroom as a month ago.

HG

Both the letter and the sender surprised him. He didn’t have time to meet with anyone, especially with Granger. But he came to the conclusion that she must have a really good reason to write a letter to him. If his life depended on it, he couldn’t risk it. He decided to find out what was going on with the Mudblood and if it was bullshit, she would regret it.

*****

When evening came, Draco went to the appointed place. The girl was waiting for him. They entered the classroom and Hermione walked around checking every nook and cranny, as if fearing that someone might overhear them.

“Tell me quickly what's going on, because I don’t have time for this,” the impatient boy finally snapped. He leaned on one of the benches and folded his arms across his chest. Hermione stood in front of him and took a similar pose.

“It’s better for you to sit down first,” she told him.

“There is no need. I want to get it over with quickly,” he snapped.

“As you wish. But don’t tell me I didn’t warn you. I asked you for this meeting because I need your help,” she began with hesitance.

“Are you kidding?! Don’t count on it that I'll help you with anything!” Draco interrupted her, his face breaking into his characteristic smirk.

“Shut up and listen!” she silenced him. “I don’t know how to start. It's about what happened in this classroom,” she added with a shaky whisper.

“So you liked it and you want more? In your place, I wouldn’t count on it. I was under the influence of some potion, but now I won’t be so easy to approach,” he taunted her, and his smirk appeared again.

“You asshole! I'm pregnant!” she spat, annoyed with his remarks. At first, Draco didn’t understand what she just told him. Her words didn’t reach him fully. When he finally realized what she was talking about, absolute shock appeared on his face and his legs buckled under him. At this point, he wished he had taken her advice and sat down before she announced the good news. He felt like he was in his worst nightmare.

After a while, he started to think clearly and realized that they actually didn’t use any protection, and then he even remembered how irrelevant it felt in that moment. “No! It's impossible! What am I going to do? Not only have I stained myself with mud, but this! It's a death sentence for me!” Thoughts began to whirl in his head. At this point, the issue of early fatherhood wasn’t the problem. It was more important who the mother of his child was.

He become even paler than usual, and madness and horror appeared in his eyes. Hermione had never seen him show his feelings so openly. Of course when he challenged and teased her she could see the hatred, but then he absolutely knew what he wanted to communicate and monitored his reactions. Now, pure and uncontrolled emotions could be seen. The girl watched his terrified face and waited for Malfoy to say something, to comment on what he had just learned. The silence lasted for long seconds, which seemed to her like an eternity.

She didn’t know why she was so nervous about what his answer would be, because she knew from the beginning what to expect from him. She waited until he came out from the shock because she remembered well how she had felt when she found out.

Hermione remembered how, a few days before, she added the chestnut leaf to the potion she was brewing, and then spilt a drop of her blood. The potion changed color from yellow to blue. The girl looked incredulous at the book from which the potion recipe came. She checked the last sentence at least three times, and then once again read the entire recipe. She felt her whole world collapse; there was no doubt she was pregnant with Malfoy’s child.

After the test showed positive, or negative as she preferred to think of it, the girl sat for a few hours and wondered what it meant to her and what she should do. She wondered what would happen to her. She thought that Harry and Ron would be even angrier at her and certainly wouldn’t recover from this last betrayal. And Malfoy would destroy her life. She wouldn’t have anyone from the wizarding world to support her. It was likely she would be forced to return to the Muggle world and live the life of a single mother, because she would be expelled from Hogwarts due to the pregnancy.

On the other hand, she began to think about the being growing inside of her. It was her baby. She thought of its tiny hands, legs, and fingers. She wondered how it would feel when her child looked at her with trusting eyes. For a moment, she was filled with great love and tenderness when she thought about the child who would one day call her mum.

But then the image of the baby's father appeared before her eyes. This child would be half of Malfoy, a cruel and arrogant Death Eater. “What if the child is similar to him, not only in appearance, but in character?” she wondered. “What if the child has his eyes and is as atrocious him?”

She also knew that Malfoy would never accept the baby because, as a believer of pure blood ideology, he couldn’t accept that he was the father of a half-blood child. Hermione was sure that if Malfoy realized that she was going to have his baby, he would turn her life into a living hell. Perhaps his family would want to get rid of her.

Hermione also considered the option that she could hide the identity of the child’s father, but that would mean she was all alone and couldn’t cope with just the support of her parents. She couldn’t imagine hiding in the Muggle world. She was a part of the wizarding world and her place was there.

In these circumstances, there was no good way out; each alternative was grim and meant giving up something. It was necessary to choose the one which would lead to the least amount of negative consequences. Just then, Hermione decided.

“You're lying! You want to destroy my life! I bet that this isn’t my child!” Malfoy's voice restored her to reality. He didn’t believe in anything that he said, but it was easier to attack Granger than to acknowledge the terrible truth.

Hermione didn’t know why, but his words hurt her. She didn’t understand it, because she didn’t care what he thought about her. Perhaps it was just that he was the only boy with whom she had sex with, and he was calling her some kind of slag.

“Do you want to take a chance and find out when it's born? I bet it will look just like you. Oh well, it will probably also look a little bit like me because it will be half my child and half yours. But if you still have doubts we can brew Parens Superbia and everyone will be sure of who the father is,” she said, trying to speak in the most innocent voice. She was only playing calm and was surprised at how well she did. When the boy didn’t say a word and only looked at her even more scared, she came to the conclusion that it was time to end the teasing and get to the point.

“Neither you nor I want this child,” she continued with a cold, quiet voice. She didn’t want him to know how difficult a decision it was for her. “Because of what happened, I lost the people closest to me. Harry and Ron know what we did. Don’t ask, because I don’t know how they found out, but they say that they have seen us. They aren’t on speaking terms with me now and don’t want to listen to my explanations. If people find out that I am pregnant with your child, my friends certainly wouldn’t forgive me; I couldn’t get them back. Then, what about my education? Because of the child, I won’t finish school and it means a lot to me. But the most important of all, I don’t want to have a child with a Death Eater!” she put emphasis on the last sentence.

At this point, Draco wanted to interrupt her, but as soon as he opened his mouth she stopped him. “Wait until I'm done,” she admonished him. “When I realized that I was pregnant, I started to look in the library for information on what I could do about our problem. I learned that there is a potion that can solve our issue. Although such practices are illegal in the wizarding world, a woman in my situation has no other choice. I’m not for breaking the law, but in these circumstances I see no other way out. The trouble is that because of the components that are used to brew the potion and because the potion is illegal, it’s very expensive and difficult to obtain. I don’t know where I could buy it, not to mention the fact that I would not be able to pay for it. Initially I wanted to brew it myself but it turned out that first, I can’t afford the ingredients and second, the process of preparing lasts half a year, which is not an option in our case. This is where your help comes. Your family has numerous connections and money and surely you'll be able to get this potion. Can you do that?” she ended with a question.

Malfoy's brain began to work. After what she told him, he was a little more relaxed. He thanked Merlin that she didn’t want to have this child. He was relieved that he agreed with her solution. He didn’t even want to think about what would have happened if she had made any other decision. At first, when she started talking about the baby and that it would look like both of them, he was afraid that she wanted him to take responsibility for the child and marry her, or something equally horrible. Fortunately, she was extremely reasonable for a Mudblood and quickly dispelled his fears. He considered all the possibilities and came to the conclusion that Granger’s solution was the most sensible. He knew that he could get the potion that she asked for and the price shouldn’t be a problem for him. He felt a great relief that Granger was so determined that she would even break the law to solve the problem in a way that both of them had opted for.

“What is this potion called?” he asked, a lot calmer now.

“Gravitas Abulo,” she replied.

“Give me a few days. I'll let you know,” he told her and without waiting for her answer, left the place of the meeting.

*****

For almost all night, Draco wondered to whom he could turn to in order to get Gravitas Abulo. He knew many people who were involved in illegal ventures, but he felt that none of them could be trusted. All of them were Death Eaters, and if they had somehow figured out why he needed the potion, his days would be numbered. And he was sure they would inquire why he decided to follow this path, rather than marry the girl who was pregnant with his child. If the girl was a pure-blood, anyone from his circle would have married her.

As it often happened, the only lifelines were his parents and he was sure they knew the right people. Because his father was in Azkaban, Draco decided to write a letter to his mother. Now, he sat at his desk with some parchment and wasn’t sure if he should write her the truth. Surely she wouldn’t be delighted with what had happened, but if she didn’t know that it was a Mudblood that was pregnant, his mother would rather he marry the girl he hustled into trouble than move to such drastic solutions. If he only wrote about an unwanted pregnancy, Narcissa would bet that the child's mother was a pure-blood girl because she knew how orthodox Draco was about blood purity.

That’s why he decided to describe in detail the entire story that included Granger. He was nervous, but he knew that there was no other choice. He concluded that his mother would understand that he did something so stupid because he was influenced by a potion. She always forgave him, especially when he claimed that it was someone else’s fault. After all, she was his mother and mothers forgave their children for everything, even great atrocities like this.

After an hour of poring over parchment, Draco sealed the letter and then went to the Owlery, where he found his beautiful brown and white hawk owl. When he was attaching the message to its feet, his hands were shaking. He didn’t know if he hadn’t yet recovered from the news he got from Granger, or if his shaking hands resulted from the fact that he knew how much this letter would hurt his mother. He was her pride and joy, and now he was failing her so much and causing her such a big problem at a time when his mother had enough worries.

Although Narcissa was a very independent woman, she really missed Lucius. Draco's parents loved each other very much and always supported one another in difficult situations. None of them ever had to solve a problem on their own.

Narcissa was also worried about the Dark Lord's task commissioned for her only child. And now, with all these troubles, Draco was giving her another one.

*****

Hermione waited impatiently for Malfoy to contact her. She had no doubt that he started to organize the potion she pleaded for. She hoped that the boy actually had the connections he claimed to have and that organizing Gravitas Abulo wouldn’t take too long, maybe a couple of days.

However, only one day has passed and Hermione felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. She wanted it to be over. Her thoughts about her child still returned to her and doubts overwhelmed her. She couldn’t get away from the thoughts of wanting to get rid of the innocent child that was not to blame. Hermione wanted it to be over, so there was no way back and it was too late for such concerns.

*****

Draco’s owl returned the next morning. She landed on the table next to his plate and stretched out a leg to him. The boy was very surprised that the bird had brought not only a letter but also a small bag in which there was an oval shape object. He hoped that the potion was in the bag. He was surprised that his mother managed to arrange it so quickly. The blond untied the package from the owl’s leg and offered the bird a piece of bacon from his breakfast. His pet hooted happily, grabbed the bacon and flew to the Owlery.

Malfoy decided not to open the package or read the letter in front of his colleagues. It was always a possibility that one of the curious Slytherins could look over his shoulder and learn the terrible truth about the Prince of Slytherin.

Because there was still half an hour left until their first lesson, Draco stood up from the table and walked briskly toward his dormitory. He was too nervous to wait to read the letter and open the package until the end of the lesson.

After just a few minutes, he got into the room and sat down on the bed. He pulled the letter and the bag from his pocket, then opened the folded piece of paper and began to read.

Dear son,

I’m very worried of the situation that you described in your letter. The plight is even more serious than you think.

Under no circumstances should you allow that girl to do what she is going to do! This is very important! My shipment will explain everything.

If I remember correctly, this weekend you have a trip to Hogsmeade, so let's meet at noon in Hog's Head. We will have a lot to discuss.

Mum

It wasn’t the answer he was expecting. Without a second thought, he untied the bag that his mother sent with the letter. He opened it and pulled out a glittering, silver, heavy metal ball from the inside. The object was no more than two inches in diameter, but on the surface there was a deep hole which wasn’t very wide. When Draco saw the object, he immediately knew what it was and what he should do with it.

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