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Blood traitor	By : Dramionia Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13404 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.The characters and canon situations in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I am not making any money from the publishing or writing of this story.

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Mark's Pet I hope that you won’t be disappointed that the story develops a little differently than you write. Unfortunately, there is not much I can do, because my story is already completed (it contains of 22 chapters in total). I hope you like my version anyway.

kmb3 my story is already completed and requires only beta reading and it depends on my beta how often I add new chapters.

Chester25 I think that Harry and Ron are not so bad, they are just in shock after what happened.

moodysavage you can be sure that Draco will finally understand.

dh_reader that was my goal, to keep characters in they personality. I’m happy to read that I succeed. I hope it won’t change in later chapters because Draco have to go through little transformation and I hope it will be reliable. But don’t be afraid he won’t change completely.

Sarah I think that stories where Hermione and Draco fall in love instantly are unbelievable and too far away from the canon. Hermione and Draco have to get the chance to spend time together to fall in love, so instant love of those two would never appear in my story. And don’t be afraid, I won’t abandon his story and you will read the words THE END one day, because this story is already finished.

Chapter 4

Prophecy

It was the beginning of April and spring spread out in the surrounding meadows and forests. The air was warm and the smell of blooming flowers hovered in the air. The chatter of excited students who were looking forward to visiting Honeydukes or the Three Broomsticks was heard all around. It was the first trip to Hogsmeade after the accidents of Katie Bell and Ron. The professors were not thrilled, but they knew that they couldn’t keep students indoors forever.

Draco Malfoy walked through the streets of Hogsmeade headed towards the Hog’s Head, thinking about what he had learned a few days earlier. He was glad that he and Granger didn’t do what they intended, because if they had, he might as well give up right away and Avada Kedavra himself.

That didn’t mean that the current situation was a happy one for him. “What about my mission? What about my whole life? What about my parents?” he wondered. He was angry because, according to what he believed, his hatred and contempt for Mudbloods and Muggles had precedence over everything else. He had never been so torn between what he felt and what he had to do if they couldn’t find another solution to the problem. He strongly believed that his family and its survival were more important. And now it turned out that the fate of his line and his own life depended on whether or not he renounced the ideals espoused by the family.

He continued to hope that there was a way out of the situation, but so far he hadn’t found one. He still didn’t know how he would cope with what he would have to do to save the Malfoy family. According to him, it was even more difficult a task than the mission assigned by the Dark Lord.

His body shivered when the thought about the powerful wizard came to his mind. He couldn’t imagine how he would reconcile the task assigned to him by the last descendant of Slytherin with the interests of his own family. Until now, he never had this kind of problem because Malfoys professed the same ideology as the Parselmouth, and their goals were the same. He concluded that the position in which he found himself could be worse, but certainly it wouldn’t get better in the near future.

Now, he had to discuss and decide with his mother on how to cope with all of this. He believed that Narcissa would find a way out and save him from the role of blood traitor. He still deluded himself into thinking that she wouldn’t arrange the meeting if she hadn’t gotten a solution for their problems.

Draco still recalled the moment when he waved his wand and a drop of blood came out of his finger. He let the drop fall into the hole of the silver ball sent to him by his mother. Blood was the solution, as usual, and this time it was a way to protect Malfoy’s secrets.

When Draco’s blood fell into the hole, he was surrounded by a great magical bubble that prevented others from overhearing what he was listening to. Enclosed in the magical space, he heard the unearthly voice of a woman from afar:

The first half-blood of the ancient Malfoy line, conceived against the wishes of its parents, will mark the beginning of great hardship. If the child is born and survives a terrible war, it will give rise to even greater power for the noble house, but will not pass down the name to future generations. If the child dies, the father will perish and the old family will disappear from the pages of wizarding history. Its happiness and survival lies in the unity of parents from two enemy worlds. The child can only be protected by the hand of the father, who will overcome the great fear and rediscover a powerful and priceless weapon.

When Draco heard these words for the first time, he didn’t have any idea what they meant. Before he came to a full understanding, he had to listen to the voice of the woman announcing them repeatedly. He had to focus on individual parts to find out what it meant.

He first understood that the words were about the first half-blood child in the Malfoy family, whose father would be a Malfoy and mother a Muggle-born. At this point, the realization hit him that the prophecy was about him and Granger. He was the first Malfoy who had done something so horrible! Once again he felt remorse; he felt as if he had betrayed his family and himself. He suspected that he would never forgive himself for the evening in that empty classroom.

When he stop thinking about how unworthy he was to wear the name of Malfoy, he focused on the passage talking about how the child would be conceived against the will of its parents. It also matched the situation.

Draco understood that since that fateful night, the hard times for him and his family had just begun. For the family and him to survive, Granger and her child must outlive the war. At this point, Draco realized that he would be required to do everything to protect the Mudblood and the thing growing in her womb. Once this was understood by him, he thought about the irony of those words: to save the family who thought that Muggles were not worthy to live, the members of that family would have to protect the Muggle-born girl and the child who would contaminate the blood of the Malfoys.

The next part of the prophecy he interpreted was the one that said saving the child depended on some kind of weapon that was in the possession of the Malfoys. “What can that weapon be?” he wondered. It was supposed to be a weapon associated with overcoming some kind of terror, which further hampered the case.

The words spoken by the woman also gave him a glimmer of hope. Even if the Mudblood and the child were to survive, the child wouldn’t provide the name of the Malfoys to future generations. He was sure it meant that people would forget which family the child came from and the Malfoys would still be associated with pure-blood wizards. It filled him with optimism. Other children would be born and fill the family tree. Granger’s child would be forgotten, perhaps even erased from the Malfoy and Black’s genealogical tapestries.

Another positive aspect of the woman’s words was that she also spoke about the great power of the Malfoy family, which meant that if Draco succeeded in defending the Mudblood and her offspring, the Malfoys would enjoy even greater influence in the wizarding world than ever before.

Despite these positive aspects of the prophecy, something still boiled in Draco. He didn’t want to be a blood traitor. He didn’t want to collaborate with Granger and protect her and her child. Draco could not even look at her, let alone talk about any cooperation between them. She was someone who embodied everything he hated. There was no place for unity in their relationship. Draco knew that if he wanted to, he could be nice and polite, but the problem was that he didn’t believe he would ever want to be civil to the Mudblood or that he would be able to. If he was nice to her, every conversation with her would be a terrible ordeal. He didn’t know how long this cooperation would take and how long he would have to stay near Granger. What if it turned out that he was stuck with her for many years, since nobody knew how long the war would take?

Besides, by protecting Granger he would betray the Dark Lord, who was not known for his mercy and ability to forgive. Draco feared him more than anything in the world, so he came to the conclusion that betrayal was not an option because the last descendant of Slytherin was too powerful a wizard for something like this to pay off. If Draco betrayed the Dark Lord, he would be punished in a very cruel way.

Now, the only hope was Narcissa. He firmly believed that she would figure out something that would let the Malfoys survive into a world dominated by pure-blood wizards. Perhaps it was possible to avoid the words of the prophecy.

Thinking about all those things, he opened the door to the Hog's Head. The pub was a very unpleasant place. There was dirt everywhere and suspicious people plotting in every corner.

The boy didn’t like going there, but he knew that the Three Broomsticks, where Rosmerta cared about order, was not a better alternative. During the Hogsmeade weekends, there were plenty of students milling about and one of them could easily overhear what he and his mother talked about.

He didn’t want to visit there if he didn’t have to because he had risked enough casting an Imperius at Rosmerta. One wrong move and everything would be revealed to the public. Also, the appearance of Narcissa in the Three Broomsticks and her conversation with her son would cause the suspicion of Potter and Weasley and their attention wasn’t needed.

Draco looked around and saw his mother at the table in the far corner. He walked over to Narcissa and sat down next to her. She hugged him and kissed him tenderly on the top of his head. Her face was wan and tears ran down her cheeks. She pressed her son so hard to her chest that Draco had the impression that she was cutting off his air supply.

“Mum!” he said, irritated. “People are watching.” The woman let go of her son and gracefully sat on a chair.

“I'm sorry Draco. It’s just...I'm so afraid,” she said, her voice cracking.

“So you know the contents of the prophecy?” he asked in a whisper.

“Yes, as a Malfoy wife I have access to all the family secrets,” she answered just as quietly.

“I know, just making sure. Where did this prophecy come from, who gave it to us?” he asked.

“It was decreed to Dagda Malfoy two hundred years ago by Clytemnestra and since then has been passed down from generation to generation,” the woman explained. “This is one of the biggest secrets of the family, so it had to be guarded very carefully. Our enemies would use it against us. We haven’t told you about it because we thought there was still time. And we hoped that, when Muggles ceased to exist, the threat of the fulfillment of this prophecy would disappear. We didn’t expect that it would affect you and your child,” she continued.

Draco winced at the words ‘your child’ but listened carefully, only nodding when his mother told him about the prophecy in a whisper. He knew that he couldn’t be angry at his parents for not telling him about it before because they did it out of concern; they couldn’t know that things were going to turn out like this.

“Mum, what am I supposed to do?” he asked with the voice of a helpless baby boy when his mother finished her explanations.

“You will do what the prophecy says,” she replied, trying to be calm.

“But she's a Mudblood!” What his mother was telling him confirmed what he already suspected, and what he still didn’t want to accept. Deep inside, he hoped that his mother would give him some miraculous solution and his life would be like before. He didn’t want to have anything to do with Granger and didn’t want to be the father of the first half-blood child in the Malfoy family.

“I'm sure your father would agree with me,” she said, tears still streaming down her face. “This is the only way you can save your life. Remember that, for me and your dad, there is nothing more important.”

“But she is a Mudblood. I will be a blood traitor!” he still protested.

“But you will live,” she answered calmly, understanding how difficult this must be for her only child.

“As a traitor,” he stressed.

“Don’t think like that. You will do what you have to so the family survives, so that you survive. This is of the utmost importance. Future generations will forgive you. You just have to convince this girl to trust you. Approach her and protect her,” she told him.

“But I can’t!” he protested. “I hate her. I loathe her!”

“I know she's a Mudblood, but now she and her child are your key to survival,” she reminded him with a gentle whisper. “You know that your life and the family are the most important things and you have to do whatever it takes.” Somewhere deep down, Draco felt that his mother was right and there was no escape from destiny.

“Is there really no other solution?” he asked with resignation in his voice.

“No,” she answered shortly. “If the situation requires it, you have to even pretend that you love her. You can do as much as you find appropriate, just remember that marriage is not an option. If you marry her, there won’t be any way out and the Malfoys will no longer be pure bloods because the magical bonds of marriage are inseparable.”

At this point, Draco completely didn’t know what she was talking about. “Marriage with the Mudblood?” he wondered. He was disgusted with even kissing her, let alone bonding with her for life. The very idea of being close to her was already unimaginable sacrifice for him.

“What marriage?! I will not even be able to touch her!” he spoke in outrage, a little too loud. When he realized his error, he looked around and when he came to the conclusion that no one had paid any attention to his outburst, he calmed down a bit.

“Protect the girl and her child from danger, and when the prophecy is resolved we will do everything we can to somehow straighten out the situation,” Narcissa tried to comfort her son. “Does she have any romantic interests?” she asked after a moment.

“She has always had a weakness for Weasley, but he doesn’t want her and doesn’t speak to her any longer. They both, him and Potter, found out about what she and I did,” he explained, not having any idea why she needed this information.

“Does anyone else know about this?” Narcissa asked with concern.

“I don’t think so. They may be angry at her, but I don’t think they would say a word about it. If they wanted to, everyone would know already,” he calmed her.

“Well, in that case, when the war is over we will convince Weasley to take her for himself and raise the child as his own.” His mother didn’t have to explain to Draco that she meant money when she talked about convincing Weasley. They both knew that the Weasley family was not very wealthy and they both believed in the power of money. “That way, as the prophecy says, the child won’t pass on the Malfoy name and you will be able to find a wife and have real pure-blood children,” Narcissa continued.

Draco decided that his mother’s solution was the best possible one, and his mood improved slightly. He was glad that he wouldn’t be tied to the Mudblood for a lifetime. According to Draco, Narcissa, in spite of her excessive displays of emotion, was a great strategist. Both Draco and his father were very appreciative of that trait. Her cunning was one of the factors that made Lucius fall in love with her. “But for now you have to be with her and protect her, because you have to save the child,” the woman continued. “I just wonder what kind of weapon the prophecy speaks about,” she started to think.

“I thought about it and I came up with nothing. If dad were here he would know. He knows the family history so well.” Draco frowned. He missed his father and Lucius staying in Azkaban had a great impact on him. The worst part was that they didn’t even know when Lucius would leave the walls of the prison or whether or not it would ever happen. Until now, Draco hoped the Dark Lord would help Lucius and pull him out of prison. But under the current circumstances, everything could change. “Mum, what about my task for the Dark Lord?” he asked.

“You can’t do this, because it would put Granger and the child in great danger.”

“But he will kill me!” he said, and terror could be heard in his voice.

“Dumbledore provides the greatest safety for the girl, and if he dies and the Death Eaters invade the castle, it would be your end. There is no other way,” she observed. “I think that you have to go to Dumbledore and ask for help and protection. Just don’t tell him about the prophecy. Say that you care about Granger and the child.”

“But what will happened to you and dad!? The Dark Lord would never forgive us; he would never release father from Azkaban and he would kill you!”

“Dad is pretty safe in Azkaban, and I’m still thinking about how to free him. Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself. If necessary, I may have to disown you before the Dark Lord, maybe even before the entire wizarding world.”

“Why will you renounce me?!” he asked, surprised and scared at the same time.

“Oh, son. Not really. It’s just for safety,” she smiled softly through her tears. “This however may not be enough, so I have to come up with something to give me absolute safety. It will be a hard time for all of us, but we'll manage,” she tried to comfort him, but it was hard because heavy tears began to run down her cheeks again. She couldn’t bear the thought of what she would have to do and that she wouldn’t be allowed to see her son as often as she wanted to.

“Why do you have to disinherit me?” he asked with the voice of a wounded child.

“If I'm not under suspicion, it will be easier for me to help you if you need me. We cannot afford to be completely cut off from the Dark Lord because power and influence belong only to those who have information in addition to money. We will contact each other by Cygnus’ medallions.” Narcissa reached into her pocket and pulled out a locket. At first glance, it looked like a pocket watch on a chain, but inside there was a picture of a snake and a few points connected by silver lines, making a design like a crooked cross to reflect the constellation of Cygnus. The snake was crawling, wrapped around one of the lines of the sign. Narcissa handed the medallion to her son. “Remember, don’t use it too often. We can contact each other only in case of emergency situations. It was designed only for urgent purposes.” Draco nodded and put the locket into his pocket.

“Mum, I don’t want to lose you and dad.” He was still worried. At this point he didn’t look like an arrogant Slytherin, but rather like a little boy who got lost in the crowd, desperately trying to find his parents and looking around with fear.

“You won’t. Everything will be fine,” she comforted him. “Just make sure to do everything to get the Mudblood to trust you. Now go on, you have to think of how to convince her.”

“Yes, Mum,” he said, and although he didn’t want to part from her, he got up from the table, kissed her goodbye and left the pub.

When he left, Narcissa stayed at the inn for a while. She began to think about the problem that she still had not solved: the Unbreakable Vow she forced Snape into. “Severus can’t do what he was asked to because it would expose our entire family to danger. On the other hand, if he doesn’t, he will pay with his own life,” she considered. When she decided what she should do and put together a plan of action, she disapparated to Malfoy Manor where she immediately sat down at her desk and started to write a letter.

*****

Draco walked down the grim hall of Malfoy Manor. His heart was beating fast in his chest, and the insides of his clenched fists were wet with sweat. Along the way, he passed hooded figures in masks but didn’t stop until he got to the big, wooden double doors.

For a moment, he stood in front of them and took a few deep breaths. Finally, he reached for the door handle and pulled. When he walked into the big room, a few figures turned to face him. Among the people, he knew he recognized his aunt and his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

He didn’t stop beside them, but immediately turned his steps toward the fireplace and the chair standing right next to it. Now, he could only see a pair of red eyes that seemed to pierce through him. He felt a shudder of horror run across his back. He knew, however, that there was no turning back. He knew that escape would be pointless. There was no choice but to stand in front of the red-eyed man with the face of a snake. He gathered all his strength and blocked his mind prior to invasion from outside, then walked over to the chair and the wizard sitting there.

“My Lord.” He greeted the man by kneeling and kissing the edge of the robes of the most powerful wizard in this century.

“Draco, how nice of you to join us,” the man answered with a hissing voice. “As you probably guessed, I called you here to find out how you're doing with fulfilling the tasks entrusted to you.”

“My Lord, I’m almost done. I need only a few weeks more,” Draco said, his voice shaking.

“Really?” the man asked with mock sweetness in his voice.

“Yes, my Lord. Just a few little things and I'll be able to let Death Eaters into the school.”

“And what about killing the old fool? From what I know, he is still in good health.”

“I've tried several ways to dispose of him, but all failed. So I decided to wait for the right moment to kill him with my wand.”

“Do not lie to me!” the Parselmouth shouted, and remnants of his recent fake smile faded from his snake face.

“I don’t understand, my Lord.”

“He doesn’t understand.” Voldemort let out a derisive laugh. Mocking smiles appeared on the faces of all the Death Eaters gathered in the room. “Do you really think you can fool Lord Voldemort?! I know that you don’t intend to complete the task and that you’ve stained your name with a Mudblood! No one can escape punishment for disobedience to me!” A pale hand holding a wand came out, pointing at the boy’s chest. “Now you will pay for what you have done. Avada Kedavra,” he said through his clenched teeth and green light scudded towards Draco. The boy's eyes flew open in horror and a cry escaped from his mouth.

At this point, Draco suddenly opened his eyes. He was still filled with fear, but looked around and realized that he was not in Malfoy Manor, but in the bed in his dormitory at Hogwarts. However, his face was covered with very real sweat, his heart was throbbing in his chest like crazy, and his fists were still clenched. Realizing that he was safe, Draco relaxed a little, although the fear didn’t leave him completely.

Similar dreams had repeated for some time, but now for the first time, the Dark Lord accused him not only of inefficiency in performing his tasks, but also of contact with Granger and a lack of willingness to fulfill the Dark Lord’s orders.

Draco had the impression that his throat had tightened and tears began to run down from his eyes. He was like a snake in the middle of a circle of flames and had only two choices: either die consumed by fire or bite himself and die from his own venom. Both choices meant death.

Draco began to remind himself over and over again that the situation was not so bad. There was still a chance that he could come out of this alive because the prophecy spoke about the power of his family, so he, as the last heir, had to survive.

But what if the Dark Lord discovered his secret? He was sure that if that happened, it would end in exactly the same way as his dream. But he would not be the only one to die; his parents would share his fate.

On the other hand, if he carried out the task entrusted to him by the Dark Lord, Granger and the child would die and he would perish with them. He had no other choice but to listen to his mother, believing that her actions would enable them to escape the wrath of the Dark Lord.

He also knew he had to seek Dumbledore’s help. But first, he had to convince Granger about the purity of his intentions. Without her cooperation, even the Headmaster wouldn’t save him.

Draco knew that he couldn’t afford any false moves because it could cost him his life. He had to act as if he was preparing the most complicated potion, where one stir too much might end up in a complete disaster.

At this point, he felt completely helpless because he didn’t know how he could gain Granger’s trust. He knew he should be nicer to her, but didn’t know how. He still hoped that there would be no need for pretending to be in love and being involved in a fake relationship. Somehow, he couldn’t imagine touching her or kissing her, not to mention much more. Although he did it once, it was a completely different situation. Back then, he was under the influence of a lust potion, which instilled in him a fake desire for her body. His aversion for Granger and her origins was too strong to do something like that without a booster.

Draco decided that he would try to be nice to her, but without any physical contact. Civil behavior towards her made him sick, and he knew that it would require a lot of effort and self-control. He hoped that the Mudblood believed in his sincerity. It was an extremely difficult task, but he had always been a good actor, so he decided to take up the challenge.

However, he suspected that being nice would be not enough for her to give him a chance and agree to give birth to an unwanted child. He came to the conclusion that he would choose his next strategy depending on the circumstances.

*****

The letter from Malfoy with the proposition of a meeting made Hermione feel a great relief. She waited impatiently for a couple of days. She knew that getting the potion that she asked for wasn’t a simple matter, and therefore she didn’t urge the Slytherin. She was afraid of how the boy might react to her lack of patience. She explained to herself that he wanted as much she to get rid of the problem and he certainly was doing his best to get the potion. So when she got a letter from Malfoy, Hermione was sure that he proposed the meeting in order to give her said potion.

When Draco arrived at the meeting place, the girl was not there yet. He stood in front of the abandoned classroom, leaning against the wall, and waited for her. She appeared after a few minutes.

Without a word, he opened the door and ushered her before him into the classroom. His unexpected gesture made her look at him in surprise. She had never imagined that this hated Slytherin and Death Eater was capable of acting like a gentleman towards her.

At the same time, Draco swelled with anger. It irritated him that he must behave with respect towards the Mudblood. However, he knew that it was for a good cause. Therefore, he suppressed the growing feeling and went inside after the girl.

“How are you?” he asked with the mildest voice he was able to utter, thus making her even more stunned. Before the meeting, he thought about what he should ask her and talk to her about to make her feel that he cared about her. But when he voiced those words and looked at her face, he barely restrained his laughter. Her mouth was open and her eyes bulged in absolute amazement. He had never seen her so surprised. In his mind, he imagined that her face would look exactly like that if a teacher told her that she answered a question wrong.

“You’re interested? Since when?” she finally asked with aggression in her voice. She was expecting a trick on his part.

“You might be surprised, but I am interested,” he said, trying to smile at the same time. However, what appeared on his face was more like the grimace of a suffering man than a genuine smile. Growing suspicion could be seen on the girl’s face.

“I feel awful,” she answered truthfully after a short while. At the same time she was looking at him sideways, expecting an attack at any moment. “Morning sickness started and I can’t even eat breakfast without disturbance. If it lasts for any more time, everybody will figure it out. Have you got the potion?” she asked, trying to be firm and get back to the matter at hand.

“You see, I’ve been thinking a lot recently,” he began hesitantly. He was very nervous, but did everything in his power to not let it be heard in his voice.

“So?” she urged.

“Well, I don’t agree,” he said in one breath.

“What do you not agree to?” She didn’t understand.

“It's my baby and I can’t just kill it. I couldn’t. This is a baby, which is growing and is a part of me. I started to think about your words, about how the child would be like me, and I imagined teaching him to fly on a broom and going to Quidditch matches together. He already exists and I can’t give you Gravitas Abulo because I want to have this baby,” he explained.

He didn’t believe a word of what he said. He could better imagine a situation where people pointed him out while he walked down the street with his half-blood child than happily spending time with him.

“What are you talking about?! This child is only a problem for you! You're a Death Eater, and this baby is also a part of me, which means that it is a half-blood! How will your parents and other Death Eaters look at you?! What will your Lord say?! Do you mean to tell me that you want to give up all of that for this child?!” Hermione got nervous. Her heart broke when she imagined what Malfoy spoke of. She also imagined teaching the child to read and accompanying the child for its first train to Hogwarts. This was her baby. It was growing in her and was half of her. She really didn’t want to get rid of it and Malfoy was making the situation even more difficult.

She knew that what he said couldn’t be true and she wondered if Malfoy was only trying to annoy her, and then pull out the bottle of potion from his pocket in the next moment. She wanted him to stop. She wanted it to be over now. She wanted to finally drink the potion. She wanted to stop wondering whether the decision she made was the right one. She wanted to go past the point of no return.

“And if I tell you that I would give up all that?” he asked, trying to be calm. “I just want to have this child.” He walked over to her and gently grabbed her wrist.

“I would answer that I don’t believe you!” she retorted. “What do you mean?! What are you up to?! Is this some kind of devious plan to humiliate me?! Or maybe you hate me so much that you want to destroy my life, plunging yourself into ruin in the process?!” Draco used all his willpower to not explode and start yelling at the annoying, screaming bug. He knew he had to act no matter what. He mentally counted to ten to calm down. “Or maybe you can’t get that potion? Maybe your contacts are not as wide as you claim?” she provoked him further.

“Of course I can get it!” he shouted, already quite angry, and then he caught himself and added in a much calmer voice, “I want to have the baby, that's all.”

“Somehow I find it hard to believe in your sudden change of heart,” she said, pulling her hand from his gentle grip. “Why can’t you make things easier for us and get the potion? Do you really want to have a baby with a Mudblood?” she continued, a little calmer while trying to get through to him in his own language. At the same time, Draco fought with himself to say the next words that were absolute lies and contradicted everything he believed in so far.

“Regardless of whether the child is pure-blood or half-blood, it is mine.”

“How can I believe you?” she asked.

“I won’t give up on it. I will protect you and the child and take care of you. Although you can’t count on being a couple with me,” he couldn’t help himself from adding this sentence. “But I will prove to you that I care for this child.”

“Your reputation would be lost. Which one of those Slytherin girls would want you?” Hermione didn’t give up. Draco knew what she was talking about. He thought about it a lot. He knew that if the secret was released, it would be difficult for him to convince girls from pure-blooded wizarding families to socialize with him. He kept hoping that there would be no need for anyone to know that Granger’s child was his. He still didn’t know what his life would be like in a few months, but he hoped it wouldn’t change more than necessary.

“Family is more important,” he responded, believing in something he said for the first time that day. But his thoughts on family were different from Hermione’s.

“I don’t believe you and with or without you, I will find a way to solve this problem,” she replied aggressively, but she wasn’t sure what she should do now. She was angry that none of her arguments had convinced him; therefore, she still had time to hesitate on her own decisions.

When she uttered the last sentence, she started towards the exit without waiting for his response.

“If you do that, I will snitch to the Ministry,” she heard from behind her. His voice sounded like usual, arrogant and mean.

“Are you threatening me?” She turned to face him. “You can be sure that even if I'm forced to give birth to this child, you won’t have anything to do with it. I won’t allow it to be raised by a Death Eater,” she voiced venomously. “You'll never see it, and I'll tell the Ministry about the dark mark you wear under those robes.” At this point, Draco realized that his outburst was not the most sensible play from his side. It was not enough for the child to be born; he had to be with it to defend it and its mother. He couldn’t be locked in Azkaban. There was only one way to fix the mistake that he made.

“Give me a chance...” He paused. He was not sure if he would be able to pronounce the next word. He even forced himself to approach the girl and grab her shoulder, and then he stroked it gently in an effort to calm Granger down a bit. He looked into her eyes, took a deep breath and quietly whispered, “Please.” At this point, he felt simultaneously relieved that he was able to say it and distaste with himself for stooping to ask the Mudblood for anything. Draco hated to ask anybody for anything and almost never did it, but he knew that, taking his difficult situation into account, there was no other choice.

Hermione was impressed by the words that came out of his mouth. She never imagined that she would ever hear the word please uttered by a Malfoy, especially directed to her. At the same time, she was too smart to be fooled by his well-mannered behavior. She still suspected that something was behind it. She was almost sure it was a trick.

“I do not believe you,” she answered, and left.

*****

At the same time, Harry and Ron sat in their dorm talking. Hermione and Malfoy were the main topic of the conversation. Ron and Harry still didn’t have any evidence that would help them solve the riddle of those two.

“What do you think, maybe we didn’t read that right and we interpreted it in the wrong way? Maybe it’s true that she is actually able to explain it?” Harry asked hesitantly.

“Yes. And then she will tell us a fairytale, we will trust her again, and then she―” Ron didn’t finish, because Harry interrupted him.

“Ron, she was a good friend for so many years. Somehow I don’t want to believe that she is planning something evil and had something to do with Sirius’ death,” Harry opposed. “I'd better check where Malfoy is on the map. He continues to disappear from it and I still have no idea what he is doing,” added Harry because he wanted to change the subject. He reached his trunk and pulled out the Marauder's Map. He unfolded it and, hitting it with his wand, he recited, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” and the map revealed itself.

For a moment, Harry and Ron watched the map, looking for the name of Draco Malfoy. Suddenly, Ron's eyes stopped at some point on the map and his face went red with anger.

“You say that she isn’t doing anything wrong!” said Ron, and pointed with his finger at the map. Harry's eyes turned in that direction and in the area that corresponded with the classroom located near the Room of Requirement, he saw two dots: one described Draco Malfoy and the other Hermione Granger. The dots were very close to each other, almost uniquely proving the physical contact between the two persons to which they corresponded.

“So it’s true,” Harry sighed. “She still sees him, even though she tries to persuade us constantly about her innocence.”

Anger disappeared from Ron's face, and was replaced with sadness similar to Harry's. Despite what Ron said before, he also hoped that they were wrong about Hermione. However, now there was no doubt that Hermione was guilty.

*****

Hermione didn’t know what to think about what Malfoy had told her. She didn’t expect this turn of events in her wildest dreams. But common sense didn’t let her believe the thought that Malfoy was telling the truth. She was sure that there were hidden motives behind all that. However, absolutely nothing was coming to her mind. What interest might Malfoy have in fathering a half-blood child? It meant shame for him and nothing more. She didn’t know what she should do. Should she try and get the potion on her own at all costs or give in to Malfoy’s demands and give birth to the child?
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