"That's just it. You have no reason to be here." "I do! I told you, I need - " "An expensive and hard to procure potion ingredient for an illegal potion. A potion which, I feel compelled to point out even though I am certain that you, Miss Know-It-All, are well aware carries a lengthy prison term in Azkaban for using." "Yes, I know," she whispered. He studied her for a moment, silence once again permeating the room and making her tense. "No,” he said. "What?" "I said 'no.' I'm not going to risk Azkaban myself or let YOU risk it because you're in the family way. Marry your speckled, ginger-headed moron and raise a passel of ginger brats. Honestly Granger, it's what everyone expected of you after the war anyway, although I …show more content…
"You.... you ddon'tt... uhn - der - stand," she sobbed. He wouldn't have thought someone this hysterical capable of wielding a wand, but before he knew it, her vine wand was in her hand, pointed straight at him. "This is all YOUR fault! I'm p-pregnant because of YOU!" Over the course of his years upon this earth, Draco Malfoy had seen many shocking things, mostly thanks to his psychotic - and mercifully deceased - Aunt Bellatrix and her sadistic ophidian Dark Lord. Yet despite all of the horror he'd witnessed during the last war, no act of violence, no streak of depravity, no one person had ever, ever come close to shocking him nearly as much as Hermione Granger just had. "What did you say?" his voice was a hoarse whisper that cut through the tension in the room like a knife. Her wand hand trembled as she continued to point the wand at him, making him swallow in fear. Being at the end of Hermione Granger's wand was a dangerous place to be. "You did this!" she gasped. "You, not Ron! You and that goddamned bloody lust potion!" It felt as if all of the air had been sucked from the room, as if a hippogriff had seated itself on his chest. His brain tried to make sense of the words he was hearing. She was pregnant... by him? Not the Weasel? It was... his? He wanted to scream. He wanted to violently curse whomever had drugged them both. He wanted to pinch himself and wake up from what was obviously a vivid and bizarre dream brought on by
The man scowled. For a moment, she felt afraid. “I mean…” she croaked. The man gathered his thoughts.
“What are you doing here, Harry? Tom… I mean Riddle... I mean the Basilisk… H-how did you…” My mind was going a mile a minute and wouldn’t slow down.
“I was shocked, that’s all.” Ella told him as she tried to keep her breath calm.
“Who do you think you are, threatening my son!” Elsa shouted, as he slowly put the dagger away. “I’ll have your head for this.”
“And about the blood magic of hers, this you know the best witch.” With cold eyes and angry face, Fenris looked around to avoid the sad eyes of Merrill.
A crevice in her throat snatched up the “Who are you?” and her lips hung unlocked. He moved
Today was a busy day, all I could hear was the hurried footsteps of Sector T’s coordinators. It is the third batch today, and I already feel sick. Two weeks ago, I could hold on for five batches before I let like crying. .
Demons bled from the wound in the sky. The ground shuddered under them as they fell to earth. The acrid stench of piss and fear and death hung in the air, fighting with the smoke to choke all who drew breath.
What. I stared at her, and her shoulders stiffened. Her body trembled and a low squeak escaped from her throat. “Really?” I asked.
“Let go, Hermione,” he murmured, torturing her skillfully with his tongue and fingers. Within a minute, she did just as he commanded. Her eyes rolled back and her vision blurred into a universe of hot white dots.
“I didn’t do it. I swear! It was those little kids. You may be wondering what I did. Why I was in a freezing cold dungeon, or possibly feeling bad for me. Well, I’ll tell you the whole thing.” I say.
"Same thing," he said, and, sitting up so fast she barely saw him move, he belted her across the face with enough force to send her skidding across the glass-strewn floor. Her slide was arrested when she hit the wall, gagged, and coughed blood. She buried her head against her forearm, the taste and smell of her own blood everywhere, sickening and metallic. A moment later Sebastian 's hand was fisted in her jacket and he was haling her to her feet.
Harry turned to look at Hermione and said, “I’m not a fan of that Ron kid.”
"Speaking of the devil," Hermione said reaching the bottom of the stairs to see Harry, Rose and, Ron talking
“Really, Chandni Jan, you must forgive my distrust, but I have never heard such fantastic tales.” Her knowing glance suggested she had been doing something wicked.