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 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 3
 

As soon as Draco got out of the bathroom, he quickly dressed himself up. No way
would he dress in front of that Granger. It would be like admitting defeat. He would
not give the Mudblood that kind of satisfaction.

‘She had been gawking at me. I’m sure of that. And the look on her face when
I called her by her name was priceless,’  Draco thought smugly.

When he got back to the Slytherin dormitory, he found out that he could not find peace
in sleep, because sleep did not come to him. His brain was filled with relentless thoughts
of Granger.

Seducing her was harder than he thought. He should have known that the Mudblood
would resist with all her might. They were, after all, sworn enemies. ‘And she would
not be called smart for nothing,’ he thought grudgingly. Granger would think that he
had a dirty trick up his sleeve. Just how dirty it would be, Granger might not know. But
he knew that she would be cautious more than ever, and that made his task more difficult.
At least the Dark Lord gave him until after graduation to complete his task. Two months
would be enough. He had started already, and still he had time to take it slowly but surely.

Another consolation was that Granger, when it came to looks, turned out to be a woman
he deemed worthy to share his bed with. He was grateful that she did not look like a troll
like Millicent Bulstrode. Granger was beautiful, not just for a Mudblood. She could hold
her own against all the women he had known—that much he could admit to himself.

Draco tossed and turned in his bed. Thinking about Granger made him remember just
how desirable she was. He felt the familiar stirring between his legs. He tried to ignore it,
but his arousal had a mind of its own. He was overcome with lust.

‘I should have taken a cold shower,’ he thought. Reluctantly, his hand went under his
black silk blankets towards between his legs. There was no choice for him. He had to
help himself.
 

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

The next day, Hermione took care not to go anywhere alone, except for bathroom
visits, which she now dreaded like the plague. Somehow, she had managed to avoid
Malfoy—or rather, she had managed not to look at Malfoy in the eyes. She was
annoyed that he seemed to be everywhere she went. She did not know if it was
coincidence, or just heightened senses, or if Malfoy was really following her around.

When she went to the library, she had managed to drag Ginny along with her. It was
Ginny who saw him. He was standing at the aisles, reaching for a book at the top shelf.

“Hermione! Look who’s here, Draco Malfoy! I didn’t know that Mr.-Who-Thinks-
He’s-Too-Cool-For-Himself goes to the library. I did not know he even knows where
the library is,” Ginny whispered to Hermione.

Hermione turned around in her seat and truly, Malfoy was there in the flesh. In all her
years at Hogwarts, she did not remember seeing him in the library. She should know,
because she was in here constantly. Then again, he might have gone to the library for
a couple of times or more, when she was not in here. Contrary to what Ron and Harry
thought, she had other places to go aside from the library. Besides, Malfoy was a pretty
good student. Hermione sincerely believed that one could not be a good student without
ever going to the library. Still, she had her doubts.

“Let’s get out of here,” Hermione whispered back to Ginny.

“Are you done yet with that book? You can’t take the book out. There’s a ‘for library
use only’ stamped in the cover,” Ginny reminded her.

“I just think I’ve read enough of this book for today. I should focus my attention to other
suggested readings,” Hermione explained.

Ginny ignored what she said. “If it’s about Malfoy, I think he’s alone. I can’t see Crabbe
and Goyle anywhere, and with their sizes, they are hard to miss. There are two of us. If
he tries anything nasty, remember that two wands are better than one.” Ginny was keen
to pick up on things.

‘Gees, just like Harry. No wonder they get along together so well,’ Hermione thought.

“No it has nothing to do with Mr. Ferret-Boy. I could not care less wherever he chose to
go. For me, he is a non-entity,” Hermione said rather defensively as she started to gather
her things into her bag.

Ginny wisely decided to keep quiet and go along with Hermione’s decision.
 

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

Hermione bit her lower lip. It was Monday, and she was walking to Potions class with
the Gryffindors.  With every step, they were getting nearer to the dungeons. She had an
urge to cut Potions, but that would be stupid because she had no valid reason. Unless
Snape would consider avoiding Malfoy as a reasonable excuse, which she knew would
not happen in a million years. Besides, finals are coming up. She could not afford to miss
a lesson.

“Hermione, is something wrong? You’ve been acting fidgety since yesterday,” Harry
asked as they walked together, concern visible in his green eyes.

“Nothing’s wrong, Harry. It must be the final exams. They’re coming up, you know,”
Hermione lied. She hoped against hope that she was good enough a liar for Harry to
believe her. For once, she hated Harry’s observant nature.

“But the exams are two months away,” Harry said suspiciously.

“You know Hermione. She’d be nervous even if the exams were two years away,”
Ron said.

‘Thank goodness Ron is being his usual sarcastic self!’  Hermione thought in relief.

Understanding dawned on Harry’s eyes. “I’m sure you will do well in the finals. When
haven’t you been the top of our class?” Harry reassured her. “Er, except for Divination
of course. Sorry, Hermione, but Ron and I have that honor,” he added mischievously.

Ron and Harry laughed good-naturedly, and Hermione could not help but join in. They
all thought that Divination class was a joke. Ironically, Ron and Harry get top scores by
joking around with their predictions.

But the laughter died on her lips when they got to Potions. The Slytherins were already
there. Malfoy was looking at her when she entered, a cold smile played on his lips. Hermione
looked away. All of a sudden, she was feeling livid and embarrassed at the same time.

The Gryffindors settled in their seats, and moments later, Professor Snape walked in.
As usual, he looked sinister in his black robes.

“As you all know, we are on our last topic, the Customized Potions. Last week I taught
you how to make the Polyjuice Potion—” Snape paused when he Harry and Ron snorted
knowingly at each other.

“Keep quiet when I’m talking! Ten points from Gryffindor. From each of you, Potter
and Weasley.” Snape smiled his icy smile.

That made Ron and Harry behave.

He resumed talking. “Today you will make the Ubernocturniserum, also known as the
Special Sleep Potion. This is relatively easy to make, so I won’t entertain questions about
it. Just listen to what I say. Its base is the Nocturniserum, the Sleep Potion, only with
added ingredients. I assume you still know how to concoct a Sleep Potion, because I
will not trouble myself reminding you how to do it,” Snape said pointedly, looking straight
at Neville. Neville shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“The Ubernocturniserum not only induces sleep, but it also induces dreams. And you
can choose what kind of dreams by choosing and controlling the ingredients you put in.
After you have made the Sleep Potion, the first ingredient you will put in represents
what kind of dream you want to induce. A pinch of sugar for so-called sweet dreams,
a rose petal for romance, a spider’s leg for nightmares, a cotton ball for funny dreams,
a cube of dark chocolate for dreams with a sexual nature…that is just to name a few.
You can mix and match. I have all possible first ingredients arranged and labeled on my
desk,” Snape turned towards his desk and gestured towards the assortment of materials
on it.

At the mention of “sexual nature”, some girls blushed furiously while some guys looked
at each other naughtily.

The second ingredient should be a part of a person or thing. That would constitute the
subject of the dream. It will be up to you to supply that.”

“The amount of the first ingredient will control the intensity of the dream. You have to be
careful with that one. You will make the Ubernocturniserum by pairs, and you can choose
partners. After you have chosen your partners, get the ingredient for the Sleep Potion
under my desk. You can choose what ingredients you will use for the Ubernocturniserum,
and who between you and your partner will drink the potion for testing. The tester will
have to submit an essay describing the dream. If I had doubts of a fabrication, I would
like to remind you that I will have no second thoughts about using the Veritaserum,”
Snape continued.

It sounded like an interesting lesson, so everyone started to murmur excitedly.

“Before you get too happy about it, I would like to tell you that pairings are strictly
Slytherin-Gryffindor. No same-house pairings. But that is the only rule. I will leave you
the excitement of choosing your partners. I am sure you will enjoy that,” Snape
heartlessly declared.

This was met by groans, more from the Gryffindor side. But everyone knew better
than to protest.

There was general chaos as people went around, unwillingly looking for partners. Harry
ended up with Crabbe and Ron with Goyle. How that happened, Hermione did not know.
Hermione had been thinking who among the Slytherins was remotely tolerable when
Malfoy, carrying his cauldron, came up to her desk.

“You will be my partner,” Malfoy stated with finality.

Hermione felt her blood boil. Ferret-boy did not even ask her, he just declared that they
would be partners, as if she had no say in the matter. And why would he ever want her as
a partner? What was going on?

“I don’t want to!” Hermione answered hotly.

Snape heard her. He turned to look at Hermione and said, “This is no time for being
picky, Granger. You need all the time you have to concoct the Ubernocturniserum, and
Mr. Malfoy asked you nicely to be your partner. Ten points from Gryffindor, and you
will test your and Mr. Malfoy’s potion,” Snape pitilessly said.

Malfoy smiled triumphantly. He sat on what was Harry’s seat and placed his cauldron
and the on the table. He had already gotten the ingredients for the Sleep Potion, and he
also placed them on the table beside the cauldron.

Hermione reached for some ingredients. “I’ll mix this in my cauldron while you mix what’s
left in yours,” she said simply. ‘I’ll just pretend that last night didn’t happen.’

“Granger, I hate this as much as you do, but we’re supposed to work together!” Malfoy’s
voice had an irritated edge to it.

‘Now he’s calling me Granger again. At least that’s normal.’  Hermione thought.

“Then why did you choose me to be your partner?” she snapped at him.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Granger. I did not choose you. I randomly picked you out from
the lousy Gryffindors. Whether you were Potter, or Weasley or, or Brown, or Patil, or
whoever, it does not make a difference to me. If I really had a choice I would have
worked with Pansy,” Malfoy said smoothly.

“I sure wished you did,” Hermione irately said.

“Don’t you want our fluids mixed together?” Malfoy asked suggestively.

Hermione’s eyes widened. She heard him right, but there was no mistaking that tone.
‘That statement has sexual overtones!’ Hermione thought angrily. Her mind raced.
If she would react to what he said, he would just turn the tables on her and say that
she had a dirty perverted mind. She chose to ignore the question.

“Then let’s work using my cauldron. Hand me the grass root,” Hermione said crossly.
She held out her hand.

Obviously not wanting to take orders from her, he contemplated first before handing her
the grass root. When he did, his hand grazed hers for a split second, and Hermione felt a
tingle that traveled from her fingertips up to her arm, then coursed through her whole body.
She looked up in surprise, and saw that surprise also flickered in Malfoy’s eyes. But it
was gone as soon as it came. His eyes turned to their usual hostility.

They proficiently worked in silence after that, as opposed to other pairs who were noisily
arguing. In a matter of minutes, Hermione’s cauldron contained a working Nocturniserum.
Hermione could conjure a Sleep Potion in her sleep.

“We’ve got the Nocturniserum done. I am sure of that. Since I am the tester, I get to
choose what I want to dream of. I want to dream about—”

“Weasley. Should I pull out a hair off his carrot-head? Or better, yet, how about an eye?”
Malfoy cut in.

That was not in her mind, but still, Hermione blushed. Was it that obvious that she liked
Ron? Or was Malfoy bluffing, trying to get her uncomfortable?

“Shut up. I want to dream about anything funny. Go get a cotton ball from Snape’s table,”
Hermione hurriedly said.

“No you get it.”

She sighed exasperatedly. She did not want to start another pointless argument. Hermione
wanted to get over and done with everything, so she stood up and went to Snape’s table to
get the cotton ball.

A couple of minutes later she returned. Malfoy was already sitting on her seat.

“Maybe you’re smarter than I am, but that’s no reason for you to monopolize the work.
You’re not the only one who can make potions, you know,” Malfoy declared.

“Fine! Just make sure it works properly,” Hermione retorted. “Here’s the cotton ball.”
She placed it beside her cauldron. She would not hand it to him.

As Hermione watched Malfoy stirring the mixture, she said mockingly, “I would not mind
having a funny dream about you. One in which you’ll turn into a ferret.”

Malfoy glared at her. To her surprise, he pulled out a couple of blond strands from his
head and put them in the mixture. The mixture turned into a murky brown.

“Is it supposed to turn into brown?” Hermione asked nervously. She peered into the
cauldron as the liquid fizzled.

“It’s a customized potion, Granger.  We’ll all have different results,” Malfoy pointed out
condescendingly.

Snape’s voice cut through in the air. “By this time, you should have finished working on
your Ubernocturniserum. The testers should drink a vial-sized portion of the potion before
going to sleep later at night. I have the vials here on the table. If you break a vial, you will
not be able to test your potion, and thus you will automatically get a zero on this exercise.”
He looked again at Neville, who was Millicent Bulstrode’s partner.

“Don’t look so nervous, Granger. I did not put poison in that, as you are apt to think,”
Malfoy icily said to Hermione, who was looking uneasy at the thought of drinking the
Ubernocturniserum.

“I guess I would find out for myself after drinking,” she answered dryly.
 

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

It was late in the evening, and Hermione, in a simple long white nightgown, was ready to
go to bed.  She had drunk the potion a few minutes ago, and she was staring at herself in
the mirror, looking for any indication that the potion went wrong.

“It has been five minutes. I still look normal. I feel normal,” Hermione muttered to herself.
She yawned. She was starting to get drowsy. She walked towards her bed and snuggled
under her blue comforter. In a few moments, she was fast asleep.
 
 

                  Hermione was walking along the dark corridors when she felt someone pull her around the waist
                  into an empty classroom. She tried to resist, but the grip was too strong. The next thing she knew,
                  she was inside the Transfiguration classroom. She was pinned against the wall, and the person
                  pinning her onto it was Draco Malfoy.

                  She tried to kick him, but she could not move her legs, because his whole body was pressed against
                  hers. She tried to scream for help, but was silenced when his lips met hers in a searing kiss.

                  She tried to pull away, but her back was already pressed on the wall. She tried to push him, but he
                  was too strong for her. His hands were slowly running up and down her sides, and with every touch,
                  Hermione’s resistance was getting weaker. She panicked, and renewed her struggle.

                  Malfoy just laughed wickedly against her mouth, and suddenly his tongue darted out into her mouth.
                  She gasped. She had never been kissed like this before, and she found her lips hungry for it, even
                  though her brain did not. She found herself kissing him back, wanting more. He broke the kiss, his
                  tongue traveling her cheek, her neck, and her shoulders.

                  Before she knew it, he literally tore off her nightgown. She got frightened. This was getting too far.
                  Any further and she knew there was no turning back. She tried to push him away again, but for every
                  act of resistance she made, he counteracted with an intimate act, which rendered her weak.

                  His tongue circled her right nipple and she moaned involuntarily. Hermione knew she was into deep.
                  “Please stop,” she begged unconvincingly. Malfoy looked into her eyes as he too, tore his robes off
                  his body. He knew she was lying.

                  They slid down the wall together, and she was on the cold floor, and he on top of her. This was what
                  her mother had warned her about. It was all scary but every bit fascinating.

                  His hands expertly rolled down her underwear as he kissed her hungrily on the lips. His fingers
                  grazed between her legs and her body arched against the touch. Then after a while, he stopped
                  grazing his fingers down there, and she felt the want that could be satisfied only in one way. This
                  time she moaned out loud, the need tearing through her body.
 
 

Hermione gasped as she sat upright in her bed. She was all sweaty and trembling. The
dream was too real for her. She felt every sensation, and she was angry with herself for
enjoying it.

“Damn you Malfoy. I should have known you would do something like this,” Hermione
muttered under her breath. That explained everything—why he wanted to be the one doing
the Ubernocturniserum, why he did not think twice about putting his hair in the potion.
When she got the cotton ball—that was when he might have put in the chocolate. Come
to think of it, she did not notice Malfoy putting the cotton ball in the mixture. ‘Oh my
goodness! I have to make an essay about this, and Snape would read it!’

That did it. She would give Malfoy a piece of her mind, even if she had to barge in the
Slytherin house and wake everyone up. She did not know exactly where the Slytherin
house was, but in a time like this, that was an insignificant hindrance.

Hermione dressed up in her robes and got her wand. It was two in the morning but she
did not care. She only started to get worried when she was out of the Gryffindor dormitory.
‘Oh well, I’m already here, might as well get over it. I’ve walked around Hogwarts
after hours for countless times. Besides, I don’t want to go back to sleep yet.’

She had only taken a few steps down a dark corridor when she heard a noise behind
her. Someone must be following her. Her heart began to beat furiously. Was it Filch? It
did not sound like his footsteps.

She turned around and saw Malfoy behind her.

“Did you find your dream funny, Granger?” he sneered as he came towards her.

“No, it was not in the least bit funny! How dare you do that! I told you to put in the
cotton ball—” Hermione never got to finish her sentence. Malfoy had leaned over, put
his arms around her waist, and caught her lips in a passionate kiss, a kiss that was way
better than in her dream. They were on fire.
 
 
 

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