Malfoy's Heir

Chapter One of Malfoy's Heir

The Summer

Hermione Granger woke up and looked around and noticed she was somewhere she didn't know. It was cold, and damp and felt like she was in a dungeon. Where am I? she asked herself. She was sitting on a cot with forest green silk sheets, with silver trimming. On the corner of the sheet was an embroidered 'M'. What could that be? Where am I? she thought. She took in her surroundings and noticed there were no windows, and it was cold. There was a single light in the corner of the room on an end table, which didn't look friendly. She curled up under her blanket, hoping this was a dream, and made herself go back to sleep.

A few hours later, she heard voices outside her door. She reached for her wand that was always in her pocket. She pulled it out with a deathly grip and waited. The door opened, and someone walked in. She couldn't tell who it was, except that they had silver eyes, and blonde hair. Where have I seen those eyes before? The blonde hair, I know that hair. Think Hermione, think! Finally it dawned on her. The 'M' on the silk sheets, the forest green color it was, with silver trim, Slytherin colors, who else? She was at Malfoy Manor.

"Malfoy...why am I here? What do you want with me?" Hermione asked the figure who was in the black robes.

She knew who it was now, it was the 'famous' Draco Malfoy.

"Well, Granger, it seems you're not so imperceptive after all. I can see you know who I am, and where you are. Why should I answer your questions?" he asked her, with the famous Malfoy sneer, that he had learned from none other than Luicus Malfoy, his father.

"Well, you're holding me against my will, I, for one, think I deserve to know why the hell I am here!" she said, getting angry and jumping off the bed towards him.

"Hey mudblood you better watch out, my father will have your arse, or should I say, your father?" Draco asked with a smug look.

"You bastard! Where am I? Your bastard of a father is in no way shape or form, mine! What are you talking about?" she asked, stepping back a little, a little confused, which showed on her face.

Draco got great amusement from the confused look on her face, and simply said, "Sit, Hermione. I will explain."

Wow, he actually sounded nice to me Hermione thought, but should I listen to him? Against her better judgement, she sat on the cot anyway. It was pushed up against a wall. She leaned up against the wall and looked at Draco. "Okay, I am sitting, why am I here? And why is he my father too?"

"Look, Hermione-"

"Well, that's a first, first name basis now?" she asked with a smug look

"Don't be smug. When we are alone, I will call you Hermione. I don't see why I need to be mean to you. Anyway, my father was given orders to wed a muggle, when my mother died, by none other than Lord Voldemort."

Hermione had received no effect from the name; since Harry used the name so much; she became used to it. "How did your mother die?"

"I'll answer that later, just listen now." Draco waited for her nod and then continued. "Now, Voldemort decided that my father needed to marry a muggle. Voldemort needed an heir, and to get that heir he needed to marry someone who gave birth to a great wizard. So Voldemort decided your mother would be best, since she gave birth to you. Voldemort has given credit to Harry's victories over him to you. He said, you planned everything. My father is to have your mother produce the heir of Voldemort. My father would turn your mother to the dark side; she would take the dark mark, and would have Voldemort's heir. Does this make sense?"

"Yes, but what about my father? Where is he?"

"Ah, well, with a few memory charms your father knows of you, he knows your mother, but he simply thinks she left him for another man, which in reality she did. Oh, and my mother died during a raid, she was injured badly and wanted to end her life, she didn't want the pain. So my father did the simple Avada Kedavra curse on her."

"Oh! I'm so sorry." she said, and gave him a hug. Draco was stiff at first, but gave her a hug back. "Now, to get this heir, couldn't he just have of taken me?" She asked shyly.

"Well, he could have, but he would have had to made you willing. If not he would have had to kill you after. He doesn't like to kill for the hell of it; he just kills when he needs to make a point. If he can get your mother to openly have sex with him, and produce the heir, all will be good. You get to keep your mother, Voldemort gets his heir, and my father has a wife. Oh, and I get a stepsister." Draco said with a smug face, "yes, Hermione you're my stepsister now...I meant to talk to you about this."

"Oh no. What?"

"Well you see, when people get married it's not like the muggle world. When someone gets married and their spouse has children they need to be adopted by the man to get the man's last name. Well here-"

"I automatically get your last name?" she said, with a horrified look on her face.

"Uh, yes. Don't look so horrified. Hermione Malfoy, nice ring to it!" Draco said, looking at Hermione strangely.

"Malfoy, don't look at me like that you like you're going to-"

"Do this?" Draco said as he leaned in closer cupping the side of her face with his hand and kissed her. He kissed her softly first, and slowly brought his tongue into her mouth.

Hermione at first didn't kiss back. Is this legal? Can you kiss your sister? she thought. Well, he is not my real brother. She then slowly lay down and kissed him back. He was now on top of her, and things were getting hot. "Draco, we should stop." Hermione said in between breaths.

"Yeah, we should." Draco said, but didn't get off her. "But, I don't want to."

"Draco...we shouldn't be doing this."

"Sure we should, we're humans," he simply said, as he started to kiss her again. As he was kissing her he got her dress off, and threw it on the floor. He stopped kissing her, long enough to get his shirt and cloak off, and to look at her body. "Amazing, you are amazing." He looked at her again, and started to kiss her.

He slowly moved from kissing her lips to her throat and then her breast, she moaned under his kiss and he smiled. 'Oh, this is gonna be good' he thought. He slowly took off his pants, and threw them on the floor. The only things that were separating them were their underclothes. He undid her bra and looked at her breast.He started to slowly suck on one, and she moaned again.

"Draco, now. Draco!" she said, still moaning.

He knew exactly what she wanted and he slid off her underwear. He then side of his boxers, and she could feel him on her thigh. He then slipped a finger inside of her, and she started to moan. He could feel her body building up, and he stopped.

"You bloody bastard, don't stop! Oh, please don't stop!" Hermione said, practically begging him.

"Oh, but Hermione I should. Why shouldn't I?" Draco said, positioning himself on top of her. She just moaned in response. He then adjusted his hips to hers, and slid inside her. He started slowly but then moved faster, until she moaned and let go, and so did he. He then rolled off her, and collapsed next to her on the bed.

"Draco-"

"Don't speak, go to sleep. I must leave. I will bring you food down every day, but you will not be able to leave this room for two weeks. I can't tell you why, you just can't I'm sorry." He then kissed her, and left before she could say another word.

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For the next two weeks, he brought her food, like he promised, and would tell her what was happening in the wizarding world, but would not answer any of her questions.

It finally became time when she could leave. He brought her down a heavy dress that was forest green, which brought out the color in her eyes. She put it on, and Draco did a simple spell to make her curls fall softly on her shoulders. "How...where...-"

"I used to do my mum's hair, don't worry. Let's go, they are waiting."

"Who's waiting?"

"You'll see."

Draco offered her his arm, and they left the dungeon. She thought hopefully the last time I'll be down here. It was a long walk, and she couldn't wait for it to end. They finally entered a room, where an ugly man, if you could call it that, with red eyes, was waiting for them. Must be Voldemort she thought. She looked around and noticed a few Death Eaters there also. She could tell who three of them were. Lucius, Wormtail, and Snape? she said a little shocked. He raised his eyebrow at her, and she could tell by that look that she could trust Snape.

"Well, if it isn't our main guest. Do have a seat, dear?" Voldemort said, motioning for her to sit in the chair next to him.

"Of course. Why am I here?" Hermione asked, looking at the six men who were all looking at her. No that isn't a man, that is my mother!

"Mum?" she asked, getting up, and walking over toward her.

Her mother looked at her oddly, and turned to Lucius, "Who is this girl? Why did she call me mum?"

"She fell, and hit her head. She's has been out of it for some time. Don't worry, she is just someone we found outside. You wanted us to take care of her, so we have." Luicus said, comforting his wife.

"No! You lying bastard! You know she's my mother! Why doesn't she know who I am? WHY?!" Hermione said, and she slid down on the floor and started to cry. The last person she expected to comfort her did.

"Dear, don't fear. Everything will be explained. Please have a seat next to our kind Lord." Snape said, and helped Hermione to her seat. He then whispered in her ear as he was helping her sit down, "When you return to Hogwarts, I will explain everything that is not told here. Don't fear, you are safe." With that, he gave her a smile and walked away.

"Dear, do not cry. All will be explained. We could not have the wizarding world know-" Voldemort started, and turned to Luicus, "take her out of here, please?" motioning to his Luicus's wife.

"Yes, sir. Your wife will be waiting in your room." Luicus said, taking Voldemort's wife.

"Whoa! I thought she married Malfoy. You mean, you're my father?!" Hermione said, looking at Voldemort.

"My dear, my dear. Do calm down. Things have changed, and we couldn't have her marrying Luicus. We needed her to marry me. That would make you my daughter. She does not remember who you are, because I have put memory charms on her. I can't have her knowing who you are just yet. Snape, if you would please, give her the potion." Voldemort said, as Snape walked over and handed Hermione a greenish potion.

"What is this?" she said, looking at it. This looks like that potion that tells you if you're pregnant, OH GOD! Me and Draco, oh no! She realized and had a horrified look on her face.

"Just take it dear, I can tell by your expression you realized what it is," Voldemort said.

Hermione lifted the potion jar up to her lips, and swallowed it all. She could feel the potion in her body. She saw herself starting to glow a light blue. Oh god she thought.

"Wonderful! Draco, if I must say, you are going to be the father of a baby boy. Choose the name wisely," Voldemort said, turning to Hermione. "You will marry Draco, not now of course, after your seventh year at Hogwarts, which will start in two and a half months. Draco, take her to your room, have her lie down. Snape, we have to discuss Hermione's stay during school."

"You can't make me marry him!" Hermione said, stunned that her voice got the better of her.

"Oh, you see. I can, and I will. I am your father now. You will listen, and do as I say, do you understand me?" Voldemort said.

"No, you can't make me!" Hermione said, thinking, he can't hurt me I'm pregnant.

"You foolish girl, I know what you are thinking, you are not so far along in your pregnancy that I can hurt the baby. You will learn. Crucio! Cruico! Cruico!" Voldemort said, with a cruel laugh.

Hermione curled into a ball, and was twitching from the pain. She had never felt anything like this. She tried to reach out for Draco, but saw that he was being held back by Wormtail. "You bastard, rot in hell!" she screamed at Voldemort.

"Child, you will learn. Crucio! Crucio! Crucio! Do not answer back to your father!"

Hermione twitched in more pain, and tried to move her way across the room, she couldn't see anyone anymore, and the room was spinning. She wasn't going down without a fight. "You bastard!" you pulled out her wand, that everyone forgot that she had and screamed, "CRUCIO!" at Voldemort.

Voldemort got hit in the chest, and only felt a short amount of pain. "You rotten little bitch. You will pay! CRUCIO! CRUCIO! CRUCIO!" Voldemort yelled in anger.

With all the anger he put into the spell, it came out ten times worse then the first ones. Hermione screamed out in pain, and started to twitch uncontrollably. Her body was lifted off the ground and twitched in the air. Her body bent forward, and she was screaming in pain. Voldemort still had his wand in hand and could make the pain last as long as he wanted. He wouldn't stop unless she begged. He could tell she was in a lot of pain, and he had enough of a heart to care. He decided that if she didn't beg in three minutes he would stop. She was his daughter after all.

Hermione was still twitching in the air, and everyone looked on in horror. What is he doing? Why is he hurting her like this? This had better not hurt my baby! Draco thought. "Master, this won't hurt my baby right?"

"No child, it won't. She needs to be set in her place," Voldemort said, with a sick laugh.

Hermione couldn't hold on to it anymore, she reached out for Draco, but couldn't reach. "Please...Draco...make it stop..." she said to him in between breaths.

"I can't, Hermione, only Lord Voldemort can." Draco said even though he wished he could.

She then turned to Voldemort, with a simple "Sto-" but couldn't finish the word because her world turned black, and she fell to the floor in a crumpled heap.

"Well that was a lesson learned. Snape, get her potions to heal her pain. She may be stubborn, but she is my daughter. She will be treated like she is. Draco, take her to your room. Snape will bring the potions. Go!" Voldemort said.

Draco quickly picked Hermione up, and carried her to his room. He waited for about twenty minutes before Snape came with the potions. Snape pointed to one that was purple, "This will wake her up, and the pink one will heal all her pain and any injuries. Talk to her, teach her. She doesn't need to go through that again."

"Yes, sir. Thank you." Draco said, and shut the door as Snape left to go back to Hogwarts.

Draco then walked over to an unconscious Hermione, and sat her up. He opened her mouth and put the potion in her mouth. He made sure she swallowed it, and waited for it to take effect.

Hermione's eyes fluttered open and looked around. "Draco?"

"Yes, Hermione, it's me."

"Oh, thank god. Oh, the pain," she said, and she tried to touch his face.

He could see the tears in her eyes. "Hermione, shh, it is okay. Everything will be fine. Take this potion, the pain will go. Please, just take it."

Hermione did and swallowed the potion. She could feel the pain going, and she shot up and stood up. Her knees couldn't hold her weight yet and she started to fall. Draco swiftly ran over and caught her.

He sat Hermione on the bed. "Babe, you can't walk yet. Your body is weak, give it time."

"Oh my god! I'm pregnant!"

"Babe, I know. It's going to be ok. I promise you." Draco said, and looked at her. "I will not let anything happen to you. Go to sleep, you need rest. We have a lot to figure out in the next week."

For the next two and a half months, Draco told Hermione everything she needed to know, and they figured out what they would do when they went back to Hogwarts. Hermione was going to be Head Girl, and Draco Head Boy, so they had nothing to worry about with seeing each other. Their rooms would be in the same tower, and they would basically have their own house. They would have a common room, and a little sitting area. They would also have a fireplace and they even got the privilege of having their own house elf. Hermione didn't like that very much, but she would deal with it.

Their rooms would be up a flight of steps, and the rooms would be across the hall. They decided that once the baby was born they would change Hermione's room to the baby's room, and Hermione would move into Draco's room. They had owled Dumbledore about everything, and he had agreed. Dumbledore knew everything that was going on, and knew it wasn't a careless mistake Hermione made, so he allowed her to keep her Head Girl duties, and decided it would work out best if Draco kept his Head Boy duties too.

"Draco, did you ever wonder what we would name our child?" Hermione asked Draco, as she sat in the bed next to him. Both of them had gotten to know each other pretty well, and decided to stay close during school. Hermione learned the hard way to never get on Draco's bad side.

"Draco, I don't want to go, please don't make me. I'm not going to a Death Eater meeting. No I will not go!" Hermione said getting angry.

"You will go, and I will make you go!" Draco said, and with one swift movement he had Hermione pinned up against the wall. "Now do you understand? You will go, got it?"

"No, I don't want to. Draco, don't make me!"

Slap. He had hit her across the face, she was a little startled but she didn't let the shock show, "Fine, whatever, just get off me you bastard."

"Just remember, you do as I say." Draco said, and he walked out of the room and got something to eat. He felt some guilt but she needed to be put in her place. After all his father did it to his mother when she was alive right? So it had to be right, so he could do it to Hermione too.

Draco was scary when he was angry, and Hermione learned to not fight.

"You know, I 've been thinking. How about Jonathan? It's a nice name, I like it."

"Jonathan James? I like that. Plus, I like Jonathan too."

"Well then Jonathan James it is." Draco said to Hermione. He gave her a kiss, and he rolled over and went to sleep.

The night before they were to leave for the Hogwarts Express, Hermione was in Draco's bed. They were expected to stay in the same bed because they were to get married, and she was pregnant. Hermione was showing a little and Draco was running his hand over her stiff belly where the baby was.

"It's amazing. I'm going to be a dad." Draco said.

"Yeah, and me a mum. Who would expect you would be the dad?"

"Oh, well I always knew I would be." Draco said, grinning.

"Aren't you smug, Mr. Malfoy? Draco, promise me you won't be mean to me in school. Promise me you won't let that sleaze bag hang on you. Please, don't ignore me. We our Head Girl and Head Boy, we have privileges. We can sit where we want in class, and in the great hall. Don't leave me alone."

"Honey, don't worry. Pansy? That sleaze bag will not touch me, I hate her. You have my permission to smack her if she touches me. You are going to be my wife. I promise, don't worry. I will not leave you, and I will be there for you. Okay?"

"Hey, Draco, I just realized something. Don't you think I am showing a little, too much by almost three months? I don't think it is normal for me to show this much. We need your father to come in here; I need to ask him a few questions. Please get him." Hermione said, looking at her round, hard belly.

Draco did as Hermione asked, even though he was a bit curious as to what she wanted to ask his father, he went and got him anyway. He found his father sitting in their library reading a Dark Arts book, which was not uncommon for him.

"Father, Hermione wants to speak to you. She is very... concerned. Please come." Draco said, pleading with his father.

Lucius put down the book and looked at his son. "Very well, I will come. Is she in your room?"

"Yes, father."

Draco followed his father to his room, and sat down on a chair just inside of his room, which happened to be his desk chair. He watched his father walk over to the bed and sit down. Wow I have never seen him this nice, wow he is in a good mood.

"What is it, Hermione?" Luicus asked her gently, even though he was a bit angry to be bothered while he was reading.

"Well, sir, do you think I am a little too big for almost three months? Do you think that possibly, there could be twins? I know there is a history of twins in my family, so I am wondering. Do you have anything that can tell me?" Hermione asked, shyly.

"Why yes. Lay back, I will perform a spell. Draco, please hold her hand." Draco did as his father said, and waited. "Pragnatice!" Lucius said.

Hermione then started to glow a light blue, and then a light pink. Lucius and Draco sat in amazement and Hermione couldn't believe her eyes. Twins! Oh my god, twins!

"Well, Hermione, you were right. You are giving birth to twins. A boy and a girl. Notify that crack-head of a headmaster of yours. Goodnight children. Oh, and Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"How did you suspect that you were too big for three months? Most women can't tell they are pregnant untill their fourth or fifth month."

"Oh, well my aunt had twins. I remember what she looked like, and when I looked at myself, it reminded me of her stomach. May I ask you as question Lucius?"

"First name basis?" Lucius asked with a sneer, "yes, ask your question."

"Sorry, sir. How come the first time, when I got the potion, it didn't show twins then?"

"Well, fraternal twins are produced from two eggs, and the egg might not have been fertilized by then, or the potion didn't pick up the second child."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you sir, goodnight."

"Goodnight children, and don't forget to owl that crack-head," Lucius said, and swiftly left the room.

After Luicus left, Draco stood there in amazement. This can not be possible. Me having twins? Well not me, but Hermione. Wow! Double daddy!

"Well, looks like we need to pick a name for a girl," Hermione said, unsure of Draco's expression.

"Yeah, I guess so. Wow! Twins, oh wow..." Draco said, as an after thought.

"What Draco, what is it?"

"Well, one kid was enough...but two?"

"We can do it, you know that. We will just get house elves to help us. As much as I don't like that idea, we will have to."

"Yeah, I guess you are right."

"How about Abigail? You like that name? I do, it's pretty."

"Abigail Anne, that is nice."

"Yes, nice name. You'd better owl Dumbledore, he needs to know too."

"Yes, I will owl him. Get some sleep."

"Oh, Draco, when we had sex, did you do it because you were told to? Or did you do it because you like me?" Hermione asked shyly.

"Don't ever think I don't like you. I do, Hermione, I always have. I was always mean because I didn't know how to show you I cared. My father always threatened to kill the girl that I ever truly cared about. I was scared to let my feelings come out. I am sorry for it, but now you know. Yes, I did it because I had to, but I also liked you, that's why it was so easy." Draco said, giving her a soft kiss.

"I understand," Hermione said, curling up to him. She wished he would just tell her he loved her. She could see it in his eyes, but she knew how hard it would for someone like to him to say those three simple words. Let him say it at least once, I need to hear it before these babies are born.

"Go to sleep, we have to leave tomorrow," he said as he got up to owl Dumbledore.

Dear Headmaster,

Hermione has suspected she was a bit too large for being close to three months. We had her checked out, and she is to have twins. If we could please have two house elves instead of one, it would be much help. We would have had trouble with one child, now two? Please help us, we will need it. Thank you. We will see you tomorrow when we get to Hogwarts. You can talk to us then, no need to owl us back.

Thank you,

Hermione & Draco

Draco finished the letter and got into bed next to Hermione. He would be going to Hogwarts, and would be away from his father, and luckily for Hermione she would be away from her new father too.

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Mean while Lucius Malfoy had different ideas. He was searching threw his personal library looking for a book. When he found it he slide it off the shelf using his index finger ontop of it to slide it off. Advanced Mind Control he read as he looked at the cover. Perfect. Just what I need.

He walked over to his chair that was sitting by the fire and started reading. When he flipped to the page he wanted, he looked for his spell he would use. 'Controling Someones Actions' he read and turned to that chapter.

Once he was done he put the book back and went to sleep. Soon his plan would be going into action, and he couldn't wait.