Spoilers: All four books

Summary: After the death of Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy takes over his place in the
Death Eater’s inner circle. Draco’s first task is to get Hermione Granger as a pawn by
seducing her and getting her pregnant with his child. The need for siring a child is to ensure
Hermione’s permanent bond to the Dark Side.  It is not an easy task to begin with, but
emotions, pride, and Ron Weasley make things even more complicated. Worse, Voldemort
has other horrible plans for Hermione and the child which nobody knows, not even Draco.
If the plans push through, it will be the ultimate downfall of Harry Potter and the Light Side.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK
Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books
and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or
trademark infringement is intended.

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Content warning: This story is rated R for a reason. This chapter has slightly sexual content,
but still well within the bounds of an R rating. Be reminded that the characters are older here,
so they deal with mature stuff. If you do not like to see the characters that way, then do not
read this. You’ve been warned.

Dark Child

by bohemian vixen
 
 

Chapter 2
 

It was just a little after midnight, but Draco could not find a quiet place in the Slytherin
house. He could not think at the Slytherin dormitory because some of the older students
were holding a little drinking party, which Draco knew would be anything but little. The
Slytherin prefect was part of it, too, so he doubted if the party would end pretty soon.
Normally, Draco would be the life of the party; but this time, he had to do work before
pleasure.

He took his wand with him and slid out of the common room and walked down the
deserted labyrinthine passages of the dungeons. He was going out for a midnight stroll.
He would just have to be extra careful not to get caught, but he did not care about the
loser Filch and his pathetic cat Mrs. Norris catching him walking around the school
grounds after hours. It was the least of his worries.

Draco walked aimlessly in the dark, his mind dwelt on recent occasion that caused him
to lose sleep lately…
 
 

            It was midnight, and the muggle cemetery was dark and quiet. On an open field within the cemetery,
            the Death Eaters were in a circular formation, with the Dark Lord, the Lord Voldemort, in the middle
            of the circle. Draco took his deceased father’s place at the Death Eater’s circle. He lifted his hood
            from his shoulders and wore it over his head. He peeked at his left forearm and saw The Dark Mark
            gleam on it. ‘I am now one of them,’ Draco thought to himself triumphantly. ‘Father would’ve been
            so proud.’

            The Dark Lord moved around the circle and stopped in front of Draco. Then the Dark Lord went back
            to the center of the circle and said in a low, hollow voice, “It was unfortunate to have Lucius Malfoy, a
            servant who had proved to be faithful and great for the last three years, to die. But his death is an honorable
            one. He died fighting the Aurors who had nothing better to do but come after us and get in our way.”

            The Dark Lord stopped talking and his cold gaze swept around the whole circle before resting on Draco.

            “But his son took his place,” The Dark Lord continued. “But you have to wait until after your graduation
            from Hogwarts, Malfoy, before anybody not from our side can find out about you being a Death Eater.
            That meddling Dumbledore would surely kick you out if he found out. That should not happen, not when I
            have great tasks for you to do. I expect you to be as great a servant as your father had been, if not greater,”
            Lord Voldemort said directly to Draco.

            “You’re expectations would be met. I would do anything you ask me to do, my Lord,” Draco answered
            confidently.

            “Of course, you would do anything I ask you to do, Malfoy. You know what happens to people who either
           disobey me or render poor services to me.”  Lord Voldemort gave out a low evil laugh.

            Draco’s confidence faltered for a moment, but only for a moment. The Dark Arts was the Malfoy legacy.
            This was what his father raised him to be.

            “As you all know, I have grown stronger since I had risen three years ago. As consequence, we have
            grown stronger. But aside from some attacks we made, we still don’t have total domination over the whole
            wizard world,” Lord Voldemort continued in his low voice. “AND YOU KNOW I WOULD NOT
            SETTLE FOR ANYTHING LESS!” Lord Voldemort suddenly roared, and a flash of green light came off
            his wand as he hissed, “Crucio!”

            Draco’s attention turned to Mr. Goyle as he doubled over in painful anguish. The Dark Lord walked over
            to the man who slumped on the ground. “Next time, I want clean work. No traces, no evidences, no
            witnesses,”  The Dark Lord hissed to Mr. Goyle.

            The other Death Eaters stiffened a little. Everyone was anticipating and dreading the pain of the Cruciatus
            Curse.

            The Dark Lord turned to Draco, and Draco felt a twinge of fear. “That or something worse could happen
            to you, Malfoy, if you do not satisfactorily do what I order you to do. But if I’m happy with your work, I
            could give you honor, power, fame, and greatness beyond your wildest dreams. We’ll see about that,
            because I have a task for you,” Lord Voldemort said to Draco in a low voice. Draco listened attentively.
            This was his chance to greatness.

             “Somehow I could not get to that Harry Potter,” Voldemort spat his name. “I want him to suffer for a long
            time and eventually die a painful lingering death in my hands, but he is always well-guarded at Hogwarts.
            But soon he’ll be out in the real world, and not within the damning protective shelter of Hogwarts,” the
            Dark Lord paused. Draco wondered what he was getting at, but did not dare to speak yet.

            “And what better way to get to Harry than to get to his friends first? I have that mudblood Hermione
            Granger in mind. She is supposedly smarter—though I highly doubt it— than any witch or wizard among
            her peers, and she’s one of Potter’s so-called best friends. With this plan, we would have the other side’s
            supposedly smartest witch on our side and we would use her to lure Potter to come to me. Two birds
            with one stone, I would say. And after I got that Potter in my hands, you can kill that Granger in any way
            you wish. Yes, it would be that mudblood Granger, and that’s where you come in, Draco Malfoy,” Lord
            Voldemort stared straight into Draco’s gray eyes.

            Draco liked the sound of the plan. ‘Maybe I would get to kidnap Granger and imprison her in some
            dungeon. For once she would surely stop being a know-it-all bitch when her life is in my hands,’
            Draco thought excitedly.

            “Malfoy, you have to get Granger pregnant with your child, and I don’t want you to rape her. That would
            cause problems when she tells somebody.  You have to seduce her, make her give in to you, make her
            want you, make her feel dirty and guilty, so she would feel ashamed to tell anybody. Lead her on, make
            her fall in love with you, so she would be at your call. As for the child that you and her would have, it
            would be the greatest hold that you would have on her, the greatest bond that would tie her to the Dark
            Side for as long as she lives,” the Dark Lord explained. “Not that she would live long.” The Dark Lord
            laughed maniacally.

            Draco’s mouth gaped open. That was the last thing he expected to hear. He had never anticipated
            mingling with Mudbloods in his lifetime.

            “I know you could do it, Malfoy. You’re the only Death Eater that is the same age as she is. I highly
            doubt if she could fall for a fat dirty old man like Mr. Crabbe here,” Lord Voldemort said with a gesture
            towards Mr. Crabbe. “And I know for a fact that Lucius introduced you to the ways of the world when
            you were twelve. He had told me so with pride. And since then you’ve known a lot of women, a lot of
            them older, experienced, and worldly, in the most biblical sense,” Lord Voldemort said with finality in his
            voice, as if he was expecting no more questions, just obedience. And Draco knew that that was what
            the Dark Lord had in mind, but he could not help gaping in astonishment.

            “I know what you’re thinking, Mlafoy. She is a Mudblood. You would never dream of touching her, much
            more have sex with her. But consider her as a toy that you would use and play with, only to discard later.
            You should learn what you can use to your advantage. And as I said before, I give you the privilege to kill
            her in any way you want after you had your way with her, and aside from that, I should reward you greatly
            if you accomplish your task. Not that I give you a choice not to do it,” and the Dark Lord laughed his
            wicked evil laugh.
 
 

‘Seduce that Granger…how can I convincingly seduce that mudblood Granger and
make her fall in love with me, for crying out loud, when just the thought itself is revolting…
that Mudblood is a lower life form unworthy of me,’  Draco thought with an air of superiority.
 

But he had to do it soon, because the task would take a considerable amount of time. It
was no secret that there was no love lost between them.  And there was no way he would
not do it. His future depended on it. And he liked the idea of reducing that little miss snotty
prefect to what she really was—a Mudblood who was a slave for a pureblood like himself.

He was climbing up the stairs when he heard footsteps on the floor below him. He quickly
climbed to the top and hid in a dark corner, expecting to see Filch and his cat.

But in the dim light, Draco saw that the figure was no other than the Mudblood Granger,
clutching her wand and her bathrobe in one hand. Obviously, she was going to the bathroom.
To the prefects’ bathroom, based on the direction she was taking.

Draco saw that this was the perfect opportunity. If he had to do seduce Granger, might as
well do it now and get it over with. At least he was guaranteed that they would be alone. No
way would he let anybody see him doing favors for a Mudblood.  A lot of females were
vying for his valuable attention, and only a select few could get it. Granger really ought to
thank him.

He knew he looked good, and he also knew he was good in pleasuring women. He would
have Granger moaning his name in no time at all. Granger’s body would betray her at an
intimate touch. He would have to worry about getting her to fall in love with him later.

He saw Granger climb up the stairs, so he went in a side door which led to a shortcut to
the corridor where the prefects’ bathroom was situated. ‘Perfect, I got here first before
she did.’  He had no problem with the password even though he was not a prefect. He
had enough snogging sessions with the Ravenclaw prefect in the bathroom for him to
know what the password was.

He went inside the bathroom and quickly took off all his clothes and left them on the floor.
He got a white towel and wrapped it around his hips. ‘That Granger would get the shock
of her life. Being the geek that she is, I’m certain that she had never seen a naked
man—not to mention in the flesh—ever in her boring insignificant life.’

He leaned against the wall that was beside the door. Moments later, the door opened, and
he saw Granger come in without glancing back as the door closed behind her.

Draco watched as Granger pulled off her black school robes over her head. She pushed
aside her school robes, her bathrobe, and her wand and started to walk towards the pool.
Her back was towards him, so she had no idea that he was there. The idea of prissy
Granger undressing in front of him amused him to no end, and he let out a low chuckle.

Then, slowly, she turned around to look…and froze in shock. He knew that she finally
saw him.

The moment she turned to face him, Draco temporarily forgot that this was all part of the
Dark Lord’s grand plan, a task which he had to do. He just never thought he would ever
see Granger as an object of lust. Not in character for prudish Granger. But there she was,
in front of him, wearing nothing but a short and sheer pink negligee. He did not even think
that she could own a negligee like the one she was wearing. But the moment she had turned
to face him, he had to admit that Granger, Mudblood or not, was definitely something to
look at.

He had always thought of Granger as a geeky, genderless Mudblood. Maybe he had seen
her as pretty once or twice, during school dances when she took the time to fix up. But
Draco was used to bedding voluptuous women, not cute and skinny schoolgirls. But seeing
her in nothing but a short and sheer pink negligee made him realize that Granger had so
much woman packed in her petite frame— all soft sloping curves and filled out in all the
right places.

‘Damn you Granger’, he thought as he felt the beginning of an arousal stir between his legs.

Her bushy brown hair was not as bushy as he always thought it was. Her hair was artfully
tousled, giving her a sultry bed head look.  Her cinnamon eyes had a flash that showed anger
and resistance. Draco had never met a female who had resisted him. Granger would be a
refreshing change. His eyes followed the contour of her face, the fullness of her red lips, and
her slim neck…her alabaster shoulders and her full white breasts that peeked through the
transparent material of her negligee…and her narrow waist…and…down he looked, like an
intoxicated sailor. He took in her slim hips and shapely legs. ‘Do Potter and Weasley know
what kind of woman they had in their midst? Knowing the kind of eggheads they both
are, I doubt it,’ Draco mused as he stared lustfully and drunkenly at Granger.

One snap of those almost non-existent straps of that flimsy nightgown, and he could take
her right then and there on the cold marble floor. It would be so much easier to pin her on
the floor and force his way inside of her. But that was not the way it should go.

‘I should be the one seducing, not be the one seduced,’ Draco reminded himself angrily.
Being weak, being a Death Eater, and being a Malfoy did not mix.

He was annoyed to no end to be highly aroused like this when Granger obviously was not
the least bit flustered to see him in nothing but a towel. She was angry, but not flustered.
He did not like it one bit.

‘We’ll see about that’, Draco thought wickedly.
 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She stood in shock. Somehow her brain could not process that it was Malfoy standing in
front of her. It was like a nightmare.

“Malfoy! Wha-what are you doing in here?” Hermione managed to sputter out a few
moments later.

She had no idea why he was here. Her mind raced, trying to think and piecing everything
together. Malfoy alone in a bathroom with her, after hours. Malfoy in a towel. She still
had no idea what he was doing here, but things definitely did not look good. Malfoy was
always up to no good. And it did not help that she was wearing a flimsy negligee. The
negligee was a naughty birthday gift from Lavender and Parvati when she had turned
seventeen. She wore it because she did not want it to be put to waste and she never
imagined that someone would ever see her in it. ‘Oh how I wish I wore one of my usual
long, thick, and plain camisoles,’ she desperately thought, crossing her arms across her
chest to cover her breasts.

She left her wand with her bathrobe and school robes near the door, where Malfoy was
standing and leering at her. She might not be used to having guys leering at her, but she
knew that kind of look—she had seen it on guys when they looked at some girls. No
way would she go near him. And she knew that Malfoy would simply pick up her wand
if she dared to get it. She could try to go out, but he would just block the doorway. Maybe
she could try to push him away from the door when he would block it, but he was taller
than her by a head, and he was built well. She had no chance to struggle against him.
Distance was the best option for now.

“I should be the one asking you that. It’s already after hours. It’s way past your bedtime,
little Head Girl,” Malfoy’s condescendingly sneering voice broke through her thoughts.

Indignation replaced horror and shock in Hermione’s brain.

“There’s no rule against taking a bath. And besides, you’re not a prefect and this bathroom
is for prefects only!”  Hermione said hotly through gritted teeth.

“My father had funded for the maintenance of the whole school.  I have every right to be
in here as you. Come to think of it, I have more right to be here than you do.” Malfoy replied
arrogantly, his arms folded over his muscular chest.

‘Muscular chest, muscular chest? I should be thinking about how to get out of here.
Nothing is good whenever Malfoy is involved,’  Hermione panicked. She was afraid,
angry, confused, and a bit fascinated all at once, but she did her best to maintain a stern
outward appearance.

To her horror, Malfoy walked towards her. For every step Malfoy took forward, she took
a step backward.

And to her greater horror and guilty fascination, the towel slipped down Malfoy’s hips
and landed on a heap on the floor.

“Oops. Sorry about that,” Malfoy said nonchalantly, not bothering to pick up the towel
or cover himself up. He did not look like he was sorry in the least bit.

He just stood there in his naked glory.

And naked glory indeed it was. Hermione’s treacherous eyes took in the broad shoulders
and his lean chiseled body. She had never seen a naked man before, not even in pictures. She
was very embarrassed and very angry at Malfoy for putting her on the spot like this, for trying
to get her flustered. She looked down to avoid looking at his whipcord-lean chest…only to
see his manhood…his throbbing manhood. She was a virgin and she did not know the ways
with sex, but she was not that naïve for her not to know what that meant. ‘At least I’m not
the only one who is uncomfortable here,’  Hermione felt a surge of victory inside her.
Whatever game Malfoy was playing, it turned against him.

“I know what you want to happen, Malfoy. I know what you’re up to. You want to catch
me off-guard, to make me flustered, just so you can say that you had the last laugh. Well,
you’re wrong. Malfoy, have you run out of ideas of trying to make my life miserable? As
usual, you have failed,” Hermione retorted snottily, her arms still stubbornly crossed over
her chest and her chin up defiantly.

Malfoy maliciously smiled, and Hermione was suddenly not so sure if that was all what he
was up to. She watched as he picked up his school robes. He started to walk out towards
the bathroom door. ‘He would not even dress himself? Malfoy had some nerve,’
Hermione thought in disbelief. She was also relieved beyond words that he would be
leaving as he opened the door.

“What makes you think that you know what I’m up to? And besides, if your erect nipples
were any indication, then I have not failed. See you around…Hermione,” Malfoy said in a
low lazy drawl, and then he stepped out the door, stark naked, leaving a surprised and
indignant Hermione who was unwillingly turning to a shade of bright red.
 
 
 

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