No one but me

Draco's obsession with Hermione runs deeper than she could have ever imagined, his every action claiming her as his, despite her resistance. For him, she is more than a forced partner-she is his to protect, to admire, and to possess.

"I'm pregnant."
His hand paused mid-motion, but he didn't look up. Instead, he swirled the amber liquid in his glass with maddening nonchalance. "Ah, congratulations. Whom does it belong to?"
"It belongs to you, you insufferable, useless man!" she snapped, stepping further into the room, her voice trembling with rage.
"Impossible," he drawled. "I endured your presence once, Granger, and it was quite the ordeal. Unbearable, if I'm honest. So, no-it's not mine."
"Oh, but it is yours!" she shot back, her voice rising. "Do you think I'd be standing here, humiliating myself, if it weren't?!"
"I distinctly recall that unfortunate night," he said, his tone laced with biting sarcasm. "I lasted what-ten minutes? Hardly my finest performance, Granger. If anything, that's evidence enough the child can't possibly be mine. Go on, take your little predicament to whomever you've been frolicking with. Merlin knows you've been desperate enough for company."