A Bellamort Tale

Part 38

A/N: And we're back from Dramione!

After finding out that the mudblood had obviously wanted to use polyjuice potion to turn into Bellatrix and get into her vault at Gringotts, Voldemort was restless. At first he had thought they were after the sword but then he had made some sense out of the boy's report and the things he had said about heirlooms and how weird it was that anyone thought the dark lord would even care about things from Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw.

His breath hitched and he felt as if his heart stopped for a worrying span of time. He needed to know. He needed to know immediately. Looking at Bellatrix who was protectively holding their daughter in her arms, he quickly decided to not worry her for the moment and instead take care of the issue on his own.

So, after two hours of pacing his own bedroom at the mansion, he apparated directly into the boy's room. Half shocked, half laughing he saw the young Malfoy cling on to the little mudblood, both naked in his bed.

Obviously the girl was indeed reciprocating his feelings. He thought she was just pretending to get out of there, but seeing them like that... He had also seen in her mind that she had still been a virgin, meaning she wouldn't take a step like this just to defeat him, right? Or would she? Voldemort didn't speak at all, he just cleared his throat loudly.

Both teenagers woke up with a start due to the sound and the dark lord laughed his most vicious laugh

"M-My lord, how can I be of your service?" Draco muttered.

Voldemort grinned evilly and spoke with his high pitched voice, sounding so very different to earlier when he had been almost friendly.

"I need to ask your little girlfriend a couple of questions. And this time I won't be distracted by the thoughts you throw in front of me. This time I will search deeper and find out what you and your little friends are up to. This time it will most likely be painful if you try to hide anything from me. But if you'll be a good little mudblood and tell me what I want to know, maybe I will show you mercy again. What is it, mudblood Granger?"

Hermione was shaking in fear, but then she looked at Draco and despite knowing that he was just as scared as her, he had his hand firmly around his wand, ready to protect her. Knowing that he was only about to get hurt severely if he even tried, the young witch laid one hand on the boy's and whispered.

"Don't, it's okay. I can't keep him out of my head anyway. But..." She looked at Voldemort, "as I am sure you don't want anyone to know about them at all, you shouldn't make me speak it out loud. All I 'can' say is: the diary, the stone, the locket, Nagini, probably something from Hufflepuff and something from Ravenclaw. And last, yet neither you nor him are aware of that, Harry. He is the one you accidentally created. That's why there's a connection between the two of you. Three are destroyed, one is somewhere here with you, the others still have to be found. But Bellatrix' reaction when she saw the sword that's supposed to be in her vault, made me become aware that at least one of them is in there, right? But it doesn't matter anymore. I can't change the fact that without me and the hair they won't be able to go on with the plan. So whatever is in the Lestrange's vault is safe for now. And they most likely will be very distracted by my disappearance and will be searching for me soon. So please, for your child's sake, call out a truce. Don't continue that fight, because all you can achieve is more dead witches and wizards. Your father was a muggle and he was an arrogant piece of shit. But not all muggles are like him. My life will probably be over soon anyway, so I will just say it. You despise your muggle-father for leaving your mother and never even searching for you. Then why are you just as arrogant and see yourself above all others, just as he did? No matter if with a love potion or by using the Imperius Curse, when he realised what situation he was in, he should have taken responsibility for you and your future. He didn't. That's something you did a lot better than him. You love your child and I think you also love Bellatrix Lestrange. Don't let your daughter grow up as an orphan just like you did. Give her the chance for a better life."

He was furious, yet deep inside he knew that she was also right. With an angry growl he said.

"For now, you've told me the truth and by that you protected me from possible harm. I will spare your life in exchange. And because I am so generous and merciful, I allow your little affair on top of that. And for the moment your little friends will be safe too, as long as they stay away. So you better get a message to them and make sure they won't come looking for you. Draco, my boy, watch her and make sure she won't write anything revealing. I hope you're still loyal to my cause considering what I could do to your parents if you're not."

There was an audible threat in his high pitched voice as he spoke and both teenagers winced and scooted closer together. Malfoy somehow managed to utter out a.

"Yes, my lord."

After he was gone, the teenagers pulled each other into a desperate hug, both still shaking from the terror the dark lord's presence alone had caused in them.

"I'm so sorry." Whispered Hermione. "I shouldn't have come back here and I shouldn't have let you protect me. I feel really bad, Draco."

"Don't. I'm still glad you're here. And, well, you heard him. Thanks to you, telling the truth, you're allowed to stay here with me. What was that?"

He looked anxiously towards the door, as he had heard a sound coming from the hallway.

The girl shrugged.

"I don't know. Should we take a look?"

Malfoy stared at her in disbelief.

"Did you already forget what I told you about the scum lurking in this house? Taking a look is... Granger, what the fuck are you doing?"

She had grabbed his robe and wrapped herself into it, then carefully opened the door a tiny bit and peeked through the gap. She gasped but the person on the other side just shushed her and pulled a strand of hair from her head, explaining in a hushed voice.

"Stay here, write to your friends you're fine and will see them soon. I'll handle everything as it was supposed to be. It's important that you stay with Draco and fulfil the task, the dark lord assigned to him!"

When Hermione returned to the bed and sat down, she looked puzzled.

"What happened? Why do you look as if you had seen a bloody Inferius or something similar?" The young man asked her.

Hermione turned towards him, questioning.

"You were in a very good mood when you returned from getting my things to Vo... to you know who. What did he say to you?"

"He asked me to fulfil a very important task in case anything happened to him and Bella. Meaning he wants me to take care of Delphini, with you as my servant. He said even though it's wrong to share the bed with a mudblood, at least he is sure that you will put her well-being first, otherwise you wouldn't have come back here. And I can't really find a reason to not like the idea. I mean, you, me, a pretty, little girl, what more could I hope for! Except, of course..." He looked down to her stomach with a sheepish grin, "a baby of our own. After we both didn't use that special spell last night, there might already be..."