Hermione Malfoy

Hermione's Mother

Draco P.O.V.
"No! No! No! I'm not going!" Draco wailed as he was pulled away by Voldemort's Death Eaters. They had their masks on, so he couldn't see their faces, but he recognized the strong grip that was his dad's. "DADDY, PLEASE!" he was screeching as loud as he could, but he knew it was no use. He never had believed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would come back. It was impossible. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, defeated him, years ago. It just didn't make sense, but it did. Deep down, Draco knew this was going to happen. He just pushed that belief down a long time ago. He had to get to Hermione. He had to. Somehow, he was sure she would make it right. It felt like the same force that caused snake-hearted Draco Malfoy, pure blood, and proud, to take a liking to Hermione Granger, an inspiration to Mud bloods everywhere. He only recently found out that she was a child of whom he was just going to pledge his loyalty to. Voldemort. Draco had considered to apparate, but that was out of the question. He didn't know how. Even if he did know, the Death Eaters would come with him. At this point, it seemed hopeless. He was going to become a Death Eater today or tomorrow, wether he liked it, or not.

Hermione P.O.V
"Hello, Dad." Hermione muttered.
"Your a smart one my child." Bellowed Voldemort. "I see you have found out my secret."
Voldemort took a quick step toward her, as if to see the separate hairs on her head to count them. Hermione didn't move, she just stared intently into her fathers eyes, looking for any sign of happiness to see her. Actually, she saw no emotion at all, no love, no greed, just pure hatred. She understood this, of course, but she couldn't help but stare into those empty eyes, searching, searching. As she was about to give up, and look at Voldemort's very yellow teeth, she saw a shadow. A shadow of sadnesses, as if he loved someone once, but had to abandon her. As if he felt love, long ago. As if that love created her. Hermione wondered about  Voldemort's lost love, how much they must have loved each other. Suddenly, she found a memory. It was of her mother. She realized her mother was wearing a necklace. Hermione reached up and grasped the necklace around her neck. They had the same one. As she was holding the necklace, a sea of memories washed over her. Hermione's twin brother. Her fist steps. She found a memory not like the rest. It was her only memory of her mom and dad together, laughing.
"Hermione."
Hermione looked up, suddenly realizing who was in front of her. Voldemort took a deep breath.
"We need to talk."

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