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.

A/N: Please review so I’ll know if my story was able to entertain you even if for just a
little while. Flames are welcome so I can improve my story.

Content warning: This story is rated R for a reason. This chapter is just rated PG-13,
but some of the later chapters have 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 4
 

Hermione was drowning in sensations she had never felt before. Reality was temporarily
suspended for her. She forgot that it was Malfoy who held her in his arms. All she knew
was that she never wanted to let go. Her lips began to respond in a way she had never
thought she was capable of. Her hand went up to the back of his head, her fingers running
through his silky blond hair. Her wand lay at her feet, abandoned for the time being. It was
all too scary yet exciting at the same time to throw caution to the winds and give in.

But her brain quickly caught up. She froze. A moment later, she pulled back from the
consuming kiss. She tried to free herself from Malfoy’s grasp, but his arms tightly held
her around the small of her waist.

A slap struck Malfoy across the face.

Malfoy did not flinch in the least bit. “Hermione, I think you should know by now that
slapping me will not get you anywhere,” he said softly. Yet, the evil flash in his eyes belied
the softness of his voice.

“Let me go, Malfoy,” Hermione said half-angrily, half-desperately. ‘Now he’s calling
me Hermione again!’  She pounded her fists on his chest, struggling to be freed.

To her surprise, Malfoy released her. Hermione looked up in fleeting wonder. She picked
up her wand, ready just in case Malfoy pounced on it. But he just stood there, gazing at her
with an air of fascination.

“Why are you looking for me in the wee hours of the morning, Hermione?”  Malfoy asked
with an air of certainty that she was indeed looking for him.

‘Now I’m the one who’s in the hot seat!!!’  Hermione thought in indignation and
defensiveness.

“You know why, Malfoy. The spiked potion, the incident in the bathroom,” Hermione retorted.
“Now I have to write an essay about my stupid dream for Snape to read!”

“Hermione, you can always lie about your dream, although I don’t see the reason why. If
you’re worrying about the Veritaserum being used on you, remember that Snape said that
he would use it only if he had doubts of a fabrication. If you’ll write your essay well, which
you will as you always do, then Snape would pretty much take it as it is. You worry over
such little things, Hermione,” he explained condescendingly.

She did not know how Malfoy almost always succeeded in getting to her nerves. All she
wanted to happen was for her not to be affected by whatever he did and say against her.
But Malfoy had a way of getting her angry and all worked up in spite of herself. Then she
sighed heavily. “Why are you doing this to me?” Her voice was still hard, but it was laced
with a slightly defeated note. She looked straight into his gray eyes.

The expression in his eyes was unreadable. “Does everything have to have a reason for you?”

“I just want to know what dirty game you are playing now, Malfoy.”

“What if I say I want you? Would you take that reason? Or isn’t that good enough for you?”
he asked simply. There was no anger, resentment, bitterness, hostility, or anything that his eyes
normally held whenever he looked at her.

Hermione was not prepared for that. All the reading that she had ever done in her life could
never ever prepare her for this moment.

She stood there, not knowing what to think. A big part of her knew that Malfoy was
bluffing…but deep down in her feminine heart, she felt strangely flattered to hear the words,
even if she knew that they held no meaning. Suddenly they heard footsteps. Footsteps that
sounded like Filch’s.

Before she knew it, Malfoy grabbed her right hand and pulled her into the nearest empty
room. It turned out to be the Transfiguration classroom. Hermione suddenly remembered
the dream. She felt nervous. But she did not dare say a word because Filch might find
out that she and Malfoy were sneaking around together after hours. She pulled her hand
from Malfoy’s tight grasp.

He was peeking through the hinges of the door, watching out for Filch. Seconds later,
Filch and Mrs. Norris walked unsuspectingly past the entrance of the classroom. They
stood behind the door, not moving, for a minute, waiting for Filch and Mrs. Norris to
be out of earshot.

Hermione felt everything that was going on was surreal. She had experienced sneaking
around school and hiding from Filch at ungodly hours, but she shared moments like that
with Harry and Ron, but not with Malfoy. But here she was with him. He then turned to
Hermione. “They’re gone. The coast is clear. You can go back to your bed, Hermione,”
he declared.

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest. “You have no right to order me around, and
I still don’t know what you are up to.” The boldness in her voice was back in full force.

“I want you, Hermione. Do you find that difficult to understand?” Malfoy replied.

She really did not know how to deal with that. But she would never let him find that out.

“I don’t believe you,” she snapped.

“Do you think I’ll go as far as kissing you if I did not want to?” was Malfoy’s smooth
comeback.

She could not believe that she was having this conversation with him. She knew that he
was lying…but she was already into this deeply. Might as well go along with his bluff.

“You just can’t barge in and treat me like your toy, Malfoy. Am I your flavor of the month?”
Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

He simply leaned against the wall and in the dim moonlight that wafted through the windows,
and gazed at her the same way that he did in the prefects’ bathroom.

Hermione felt that dealing with Malfoy was starting to get hopeless.

“You always get what you want. You have everything you want. I do not know why
you’re even bothering with me,” Hermione said in a reflective tone.

This time, Malfoy lost his insolence for a brief moment. But after that, he was more
conceited than ever.

“As you said, Hermione, I always get what I want. I don’t stop when I have not gotten
what I want,” he said arrogantly.

She shot Malfoy a withering look, and started to walk out the door when he caught her
by the arm.

“Have you ever heard Weasley say he wants you, Hermione? For that matter, do you
often hear that being said to you by anyone? Don’t be a hypocrite, Hermione. You want
it. You enjoy it. Aren’t you tired of being rigidly perfect? Or are you just frightened
because you can’t handle me?”  Malfoy whispered in her ear.

‘He did it again. He found another way to stab me bull’s-eye right where it hurts,’
Hermione resentfully thought. She knew that everything he said was true, deep in her
heart, and she was livid because she could not believe how he could see through her and
use everything to hurt her, to make her break down her defenses, leaving her vulnerable.

Suddenly she was filled with the crazed thirst to prove herself. She would not lose to
Malfoy! The impulse and determination she had felt when she had walked out on
Divination class for good back in third year enveloped her once again.

She pulled Draco by the collar of his robes, and brought her lips to his. Her kiss was
fueled with all the anger and frustration in her heart. It took no time for Malfoy to respond.
His tongue darted into her mouth, playing with hers. Hermione felt her lips burning as they
welded to Malfoy’s mouth. It was a wet kiss, like hot lava. It was lava so hot it made
them sweat, lava so warm and really wet.

Hermione, her breath erratic, pulled away reluctantly after a long while. Malfoy, his usually
slick blond hair now disheveled, looked like he did not want to end the kiss either. However,
Hermione composed herself for what she was about to say.

“I’m not afraid of you, Malfoy. If you’ve think you’ve won whatever sick game you are
playing with me, think again. You’ve got yourself a player,” Hermione said in a clear voice.
Then she went out of the classroom haughtily, leaving Malfoy alone.
 

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

A minute later, Draco was walking back to the Slytherin dormitory. He smiled smugly to
himself. He was a good actor. Granger fell right into the trap. Maybe he could pull everything
off perfectly, even better than the way he planned it, remembering what Granger just did. He
did not count on Granger kissing him like that—he was genuinely surprised—but it seemed
that his work would be easier. And kissing her was not so bad. In fact, it was pretty good…
very good. ‘Where did she learn to kiss that damn well?’ he wondered. He looked
forward to the day when he would do more than just kiss her. He was starting to enjoy
immensely the Dark Lord’s task for him.

He was just bothered when Granger said that he had everything he wanted, as if she knew e
verything that was to know about him. ‘What makes her think that I have everything I
want? She doesn’t even know me,’ Draco thought. He would not admit it to Granger, to
anyone, not even to himself, that Granger had struck a nerve with that one.

But there was a moment which he could not shake out from his head. It was when he
heard Granger talk to him in a voice in which she was not able to hide the defeat she
must be feeling. Of course, it was only slight and fleeting, but he heard it. In all the time
he had known Granger, she had always been strong, defiant, proud and indignant every
time she dealt with him. He had never seen Granger vulnerable before.

That was what he wanted in the first place. He had felt triumphant, but he had also felt
something else…was it pity? Pity for Granger, for what he was about to do to her? He
shook his head to drive out the unpleasant thought. I’m just a person on my own.
Nothing means a thing to me.
 

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

Hermione stared up at the ceiling. She had tried counting sheep to get back to sleep,
but who was she kidding? She knew that she would get sleep not this time, not tomorrow
night…not for a long time. She tossed and turned in her bed.

What did she get herself into? It was not like her to grab a guy and kiss him. Not to mention
that the guy was Draco Malfoy. And it was not just about a kiss. It was everything that Malfoy
was up to, whatever that was, and now she was involved.

It was what he had said. Malfoy’s words stung. She remembered what he said about Ron.
Was she so transparent that even he knew what she felt about Ron? When matters came to
Ron, she always felt vulnerable and exposed. She sighed deeply. There had been times
when she thought Ron did care for her as more than a friend…but there were times when
she realized that she might just have imagined that. It was one thing for her to know that
Ron did not care for her, but it was another thing for Malfoy to know. She did not want
anyone laughing at her expense behind her back…not when her heart was breaking into
a thousand pieces.

She had secretly thought that maybe she was too boring, too predictable, and too plain
to be appealing to guys. Her friends said that she was far from ugly, but at the rate she was
going, she was starting to have doubts. And she was sick and tired of hearing her friends
say that maybe guys found her intimidating, blah blah blah. She watched Lavender, Parvati,
and other girls getting asked to dates, and being showered with flowers and gifts. Of course,
she was not shallow to care only for dates, gifts, and flowers, but it hurt to know that she
was in no danger of getting them.

She sometimes watched Ginny and Harry together. She was glad that her two of her
closest friends were happy, but she could not help but wish that the happiness she saw
around her would somehow be hers.

But no. She hardly went out to dates, and her date to school dances was always Ron,
who treated her just as a friend. There had been Viktor, and a couple of muggle boys
she had gone out with during summer…but that was all. They were fleeting.

She was also tired from being labeled as perfect Hermione Granger—teacher’s pet,
Head Girl, top grades, responsible. She never told anyone, but sometimes she felt that
the pressure and expectations were too strong and too high. She felt as if she had no
excuse to do wrong. If she did in the slightest bit, people would talk about it, make a
big deal out of it.

There were times when she wanted to break free from the monotonous cycle of her life.
Maybe with Malfoy in the picture, maybe she would stop feeling being taken for granted,
even if it was just a game.

‘I can handle it, I can handle anything I get myself into,’ she thought determinedly.
But deep inside of her, she knew her real motivation.

Was it wrong to wish to feel wanted? She felt guilty to feel that way because it was not
like her, but who really knew who she was, when she did not know herself?

The emptiness inside Hermione consumed her, and she sobbed into her pillow, trying to
find refuge in the tears that rolled down her cheeks.
 
 
 

Additional Disclaimer:

These lines came from the songs…

 “Addict” by K’s Choice—I’m just a person on my own. Nothing means a thing to me.

“Hot Lava” by Perry Farrel, DYDA— It’s lava so hot it makes me sweat, lava so warm and really wet. (modified a bit in the story)
 

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