Consumed | Hermione x Draco

One Mistake

A/N: Trigger warning: suggested rape. From this chapter on I am trying to limit the details of those scenes only adding them if they are truly necessary to the story / plot. Just remember that it is a dark fic.

"Nothing is fucking working," I growl as I test the potion again. The magic is holding on to the hormones and it lights up like a fucking christmas tree.

"I did some reading," Father's voice is gruff, even worse than normal. "There are non-hormonal anti-contraceptives, like a thing you insert or something."

I turn around, shocked, flabbergasted, dreaming. "Did you just suggest an IUD? Who's going to place it, not you! It's not like I can go to a Muggle doctor and let them do it. Besides, the Dark Lord might be able to feel it."

He doesn't look at me, hiding his face deeper in the books before him. "It was just a suggestion, isn't there something like an implant for your arm, maybe we can hide it."

"No, no that's all right. Keep them coming, we might finally figure something out. My next cycle is about to begin, I'm in a bit of a time crunch and I have been trying for almost three weeks. Implants are easy to feel and need to be in a specific place to work," I push my hand through my hair in frustration, pulling on the ends and focusing on the slight pain to ground me.

He stands up in one shift movement, pulling my attention. "I have been trying just as hard!" he snaps, there are dark circles underneath his eyes and his hand shakes slightly. "It was just a suggestion, I have limited resources about Muggle healing. I don't know why every potion we try is glowing with magic. He is talking about adding a taboo on the contraceptive charm. We need a solution, but I don't know."

I vanish the potion and lean over the empty cauldron. "What else can we try? Are there rituals? Old magic?" I try to think of anything I might have read in the books.

"The manor might have books on rituals and ancient magic," Father responds, looking over the books again.

"I'll see if I'm able to look for it," I sigh deeply, already knowing the chance is very small. The Dark Lord is relentless, constantly keeping me busy or is busy with me. The rumors about an attack from the Order are getting louder, but he isn't allowing me to fight, which in turn means I have less control.

Zabini, Malfoy and Nott are allowed to train and they spend all day doing so in the Dark Arts classroom. The Death Eaters are split into smaller groups, one or two older men are training the younger ones.

During breakfast the Dark Lord informed me that in the mornings I will work on potions and in the afternoon I would go to the Dark Arts classroom and heal all injuries. They are not allowed to hold back and it is my task to heal them quickly. Over the last few weeks Father has taught me the basics of healing and now we are expanding my knowledge with more field specialties, quick healing and finding invisible curses.

I bottle the last potions for the morning batch and add them to the cupboard. Father is bent over a book, and the cupboard is slightly hidden from his sight. I grab my wand from the hollister around my thigh and quickly draw the pattern of a simple diagnostic charm over my hand. My stress levels are higher than a month ago, my heartbeat is slightly elevated and my weight has dropped. I am also in desperate need for a good night of sleep and know that it is not going to happen for more than a week, my fertility is rising and the glow is getting more white and bright. While he didn't fuck me the last few days, it is still not easy to fall asleep. He grabs me and pulls me against his body while he is asleep. I can't stand his touch and my mind hyper focuses on it and I have to spend energy on pushing away the bad memories. The only reason I am functional is because I am making extra Invigoration potions and stealing them, spreading them out over the day.