Merlin's Coven

Merlin’s Coven

(Authors Note at bottom of page) I own nothing of Harry Potter, Jk Rowling owns it. I only own my plot.

WARNING

THIS STORY WILL HAVE ADULT CONTENT, SEX AND LANGUAGE IN FUTURE CHAPTERS.M+ Rating

Setting-Alternate Seventh Year. Draco Malfoy repented for letting the Death Eaters into the castle by allowing the Order to hide him in a safe house, and by giving up all info on each Death Eater and their role under Voldemort. Dumbledore is dead, and Snape killed him, so everything else is the same.

Chapter One

A hail storm swept over the castle and vast grounds of Hogwarts, pelting the multitude of witches and wizards as they made their way towards the Great Hall. The event that every witch and wizard in Britain had awaited in eager anticipation for, was finally upon them. Everyone had their theories of what this great unveiling was to be, but such as rumor mills are, nobody knew for certain just what it was that the Golden Trio and Hagrid, with brother Grawp, had found buried deep in the hills where the Giants roam. Rumor’s that Dumbledore had orchestrated this all before the time of his death ran rampant, thus adding to the mysticism and intrigue and belief that this was a final gesture from the Greatest Sorcerer of the age in fighting the Dark Lord, Voldemort. Anybody who was anybody was there tonight, packed into the standing room only Great Hall. Students, teachers and high-ranking Ministry officials joined the festivities and waited anxiously.

“Hermione dear, over here!” Mrs. Weasley waved frantically to Hermione, who smiled and shook the ice pebbles from her cloak and robes. The Head Boy and Girl were responsible for making sure everyone in attendance were safely inside the Great Hall before the doors were locked. Hermione waved her wand and locked the Great Hall once she was certain that everyone who was coming for the event had arrived and were cramped into the overflowing Great Hall.

“Granger! Did you forget about somebody?” A muffled voice shouted at her through the door.

“Malfoy? Why are you still outside?” Hermione waved her wand once again. “Alohomora.” A shivering but steaming mad Draco Malfoy shoved through the door and threw off his cloak, spraying Hermione with a bucket full of icy hail. “Honestly, when are you going to grow up?”

“Oh bloody well SHUT UP already. You know I have to watch my back, now that I’m a wanted man,” Malfoy said.

“Ha! Wanted maybe, but man? Ha! Stop and think ferret. Do you really think Voldemort and his henchmen are going to show themselves here, tonight, with so many Aurors in and around this very school?” Malfoy looked at her and Hermione could see that he was considering her words, before he obliged her with a sneer and a rude comment in retort.

“I’ll show you that I’m a real man, unlike the little boys you like to play with,” Malfoy said making wanking motions with one hand while his other hand pretended to unbuckle his own pants.

“You whip it out and you’ll lose it!” Hermione held her wand up and Draco threw his hand back and laughed hard. Neither of them noticed the cloaked figure slip effortlessly by them, unnoticed.

“You’re so gullible mudblood. Almost TOO easy.” Hermione regained her composure and waited for his blond head to bob out of sight, joining the crowd in the Great Hall. She locked the door once again and then joined Harry and Ron and the Weasley’s as Minerva McGonagall stood and cleared her throat. The tapping of water glasses rang out and suddenly the hall quieted down.

“Thank you all for coming. I know this secret is on the tip of everyone’s tongues, but I promise you that even I did not know what was contained inside the first ancient trunk for the longest time, until one of my students was able to help decipher the inscription.”

“Enough of this! I demand to know what is inside the trunk immediately!” The Minister of Magic’s voice echoed through the hall with a perturbed growl at being kept in the dark just like everyone else. He had tried to seize the thirteen trunks when the news first broke that Harry Potter and friends had found the trunks inside a large cave in the mountains while on an excursion to return Grawp back to his homeland. Annoyed that the trunks could not be moved from Hogwarts, by every means of magic available to him, the Minister finally relented and waited for the night that the first trunk opened on its own accord. He did however assign two Aurors to stand guard over the thirteen trunks, should Voldemort try to make off with the mysterious artifacts and their hidden secrets. When the first trunk popped open, the Professor immediately alerted the Minister, and the nights events were thrown together on the fly. Word of mouth spread like a disease through the wizarding world. News of the great find was kept out of the Daily Prophet for fear of alerting Voldemort and his Death Eaters, but it seemed that every witch and wizard alive was here tonight.

“As I was saying before I was interrupted, Miss Hermione Granger was able to decipher the markings on the outside of the largest trunk, the trunk here before me tonight. Hermione, if you would do us all the honor of reading the symbols and writing, I see no need to wait any longer.”

Hermione blushed and made her way to the front of the room, taking her place next to McGonagall. Hermione watched as Draco Malfoy tossed his head and looked away, in sheer boredom and disgust. He’s just jealous that I am getting extra attention. Since the night on the ledge, when Snape killed Dumbledore, Malfoy was all anyone talked about anymore. What did Malfoy say about he Death Eaters location, their plans, their association to Voldemort? Malfoy,Malfoy,Malfoy! It drove Hermione nutters, and Draco clearly reveled in the profound and new importance he held with the Order.

“We found these thirteen trunks inside the cave that Grawp, Hagrid’s brother, called home. The engraving on the precious trunk, when translated from ancient Druid says simply, Merlin’s Coven and is repeated thirteen times in several different European ancient dialects, common of the age when Merlin reigned.” A collective gasp could be heard when Hermione finished speaking.

“Thank you Miss Granger. We should all thank Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger and Hagrid.” The scruffy bearded man cleared his throat loudly at his. “Oh, and his brother, Grawp, for leading them to this amazing find.” McGonagall added after Hagrid’s casual prodding. After consulting with the other teachers here at Hogwarts, we were able to find some, albeit not a lot, of evidence pertaining to the ancient trunks. I would now like to turn the floor over to Professor Flitwick, and he will tell you what we know, and then we will open it!” The Minister looked on impatiently. Harry Potter humbled his head while Ron stood tall smiling from ear to ear at receiving his due recognition. After all, they had to lug the blasted trunks all the way back to Hogwarts, with the use of magic of course.

Professor Flitwick gave a brief history of Greatest Sorcerer to ever live, Merlin himself. He then explained that Merlin had a sister named Ganieda, and that she too had superior prophetic powers and magic and that she did indeed live in the forest. Speculation of the trunks found during a time when the wizarding world was facing down their greatest foe, Voldemort, was that Ganeida had forseen the events and had left the trunks for Harry Potter to find and use, to better fight the evil forces of Voldemort. When he concluded his speech, the trunk was opened. Everyone held their breath expecting some grand gesture of magic. What they got though, was anything but grand. At the bottom of a rotting and weathered wooden trunk lay a dirty old chalice. The Minister rushed the head table and plucked the chalice from the trunk setting it down on the center of the table, carefully, as if it were a precious newborn, whilst everyone watched in anticipation.

“What else you old fool? What else did it say! Certainly, we all didn’t come out on this soggy night to behold an old drinking goblet. What does it do? Someone better work some magic, or all your jobs are at risk! Is this some kind of a joke?” The Minister raged on, unaware that the chalice was now glowing a brilliant golden color as it grew ten times its original size. Golden sparks shot from the chalice and everyone moved closer to behold the spectacle. The pure and crystal clear voice of a woman suddenly filled the Hall. It was so loud that it drowned out the Minister, who had finally ceased with his rant and now stood with his mouth agape, as the head of a beautiful siren rose from the chalice. She rose higher and higher, until everyone in the hall was looking at a tall and beautiful blonde maiden with flowing honey blonde locks that fell down her neck and back. She wore a simple white gown that draped gracefully across her feminine physique.

From thy ashes I awake.

To free you from your wrath

Thirteen is my gift

By thirteen and one you will have what it is you seek

One is the beginning, one is the end, one is divided and one unites us all

Without warning, a bolt of bright white light shot from the chalice and hit Hermione in the chest knocking her backwards as she fell to the floor. Another bolt now hit Ginny Weasley, and then Tonks, followed by Ron Weasley. Pansy Parkinson, who was clinging to Draco Malfoy was also hit, as Draco watched his girlfriend and the others, fall to the floor like a set of dominoes. Next was Oliver Wood, followed by Fred and George Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Lavender Brown, Neville Longbottom, Professor Lupin and lastly Draco Malfoy was knocked backwards with the explosive force of the white light. All thirteen lay motionless on the floor as if dead. Their bodies cold and still, Mrs. Weasley cried out,throwing her body over Ginny first, frantically pawing at her to wake up. The bolt of light that struck each person slowly began to seep from their chests, forming a gently swaying tentacle of bluish white light that swam about the room. The tentacles twisted and turned, rotating in circular motion until they merged with each other, forming a great bulb of light in the center where Hermione lay, the bulbs glow growing stronger, until the whole crowd was forced to shield their eyes from the dazzling light. Minutes must have passed as the crowd shielded their eyes, immobilized by a gentle humming that prevented them from moving, and then the light disappeared and slowly Hermione and the others rose to their feet, seemingly unphased and unscathed.

“’Mione are you okay?” Harry Potter asked sympathetically but with urgency.

“Yes, I think so. I do feel differently though. I feel really, really good, in fact!” And she did. She felt extraordinarily good and as Hermione looked around, she noticed that others were smiling and raising their hands into the air, all seemingly under the same affliction as herself. They all naturally congregated now, despite the worry and pleas from their family and friends, in the center of the room. One by one they formed a circle and held hands. Nobody knew why they were dong it, just that they had to. They all belonged together now, bound by some higher force and purpose. The Minister’s demands to know just what had happened and why it happened to only thirteen in the room were ignored by the newly formed coven. When the last of the thirteen joined the circle, a sphere of translucent blueish-white light slowly formed, like a barrier around the group, creating a solid circle of glowing, sparkling light. As it gained strength, the image of the maiden once again returned, but his time she was holding herself around the middle, with a saddened look on her face. She looked around the circle at each member of the coven of thirteen, her warm and knowing eyes daring them to cast their gaze upon her, as they bowed their heads in reverence. When she caught Hermione’s gaze Hermione felt an indescribable power surge through her and then inaudible words were being spoken to her from the maiden’s eyes.

Choose your mate

Choose wisely though

Hermione realized that nobody but she was looking into the face of the maiden. Had she been the only witch or wizard to hear the voice? Ron was standing next to Malfoy holding his hand, with Ginny on his other side. They all looked catatonic. The whole scene was semi-frightening and Hermione felt her heart almost stop, as the seriousness of the maiden’s request, dawned on her. Choose her mate? One head lifted when the maiden spoke, and only one seemed to hear the voice as well as Hermione, and that one person was Draco Malfoy. Their eyes met and then suddenly Draco looked frightened. Hermione quickly averted her eyes and concentrated on Ron. “I choose Ron,” Hermione finally said under her breath, staring into the deep pools of the maiden’s exquisite doe shaped golden eyes.

The choice has been made, came the voice again, but his time it felt comforting to Hermione and she felt a sense of relief wash over her. The bluish shield of light disappeared in a flash and suddenly the voices of the wizarding community could be overheard again. Mr. Weasley was frantically shaking Ginny now. When the thirteen finally unclasped their hands and returned to the here and now, the maiden vanished from sight. Hermione shivered at what had just transpired. She hoped it had all been a bad dream. Suddenly the thought was gone though, replaced by an efficient sense, that just naturally took over. She knew exactly what to do.

“You must all leave now. We have much work to do together. We will inform the Ministry of whatever information we can offer, at which time that it is presented to us, but you must leave now. Everyone please,” Tonks said nodding to Hermione as if she also felt this resounding controlledness and preparedness. Lupin ushered the guests out of Hogwarts, finally leaving only Harry Potter and the Minister of Magic left in the room besides the thirteen.

“You must go now Harry,” Lupin said to the Boy Who Lived.

“No, this isn’t right! Ron and Hermione are here. I am supposed to be a part of this. Something isn’t right!”

“Everything is good Harry. Trust me mate. I can feel it. This is really good. I wouldn’t lie to ya . I’ll tell you everything. Now go on to bed. We have work to do.”

Harry reluctantly left, with the feelings of indignation and abandonment in his heart. The Minister was a little harder to get rid of, but finally Hermione spoke up and ordered him to leave, promising him that they would give him daily reports of their goings on. She didn’t know why she had spoken to the Minister in such a way, but she felt so powerful that it didn’t seem to phase her in the least. Everyone else, besides the thirteen witches and wizards of the coven, were annoying to her, even irritating, and she couldn’t explain why. Even Harry’s presence had bothered her.

“Just what in the fuck is going on! Why are you holding my hand Weasley?” Malfoy said to Ron and Ron suddenly realized that he was holding his worst enemies hand.

“I dunno, but you were holding my hand too!” Both Draco and Ron jumped away from each other, twitching allover, as if trying to shake the other’s cooties off themselves.

“Silence!” Hermione shouted and all of the thirteen immediately shut up. Hermione was surprised to see even Malfoy shut up at her words.

“We have to talk about this, and we don’t have time for this irrelevant chit chat. What’s going on here?”

“We’re a coven Hermione. Can’t you feel it? I feel bonded to all of you,” Ginny Weasley said with a warm smile. She seemed a little too nice to Hermione in fact and Hermione herself seemed a little too bossy, even for herself. In the past when she felt like shrieking at her school mates for not doing their homework or leaving the bathroom a mess or arriving late to class, causing the Professors to have to chastise the whole class, thus losing valuable learning time because of it, she would just scowl and swallow it. Suddenly she was speaking her mind to everyone. Had she really ordered the Minister out?

“Well I’m bloody out of here. I didn’t ask to be hit by whatever that magic was, but I’ll be damned if I’m staying around with all you fuckheads. Blaise, Pansy let’s go,” Draco ordered his friends, but neither of them moved. A warm breeze swept into the Great Hall and the doors slammed of their own volition. Ginny was the first to be lifted off her feet into the air. Her body so light and carefree, floating under the enchanted ceiling as she extended a hand to Oliver Wood who grinned harmoniously and reached for the redheads hand. He was now floating too. Tonks and then Fred and George Weasley followed. In only a few seconds time eleven members of the coven were now floating like birds of a feather, their arms extended and the look of glee spread across their serenely angelic faces as they flew high in the air above Hermione’s head. Hermione felt gravity seize her and her body was firmly planted to he floor. Everyone floated except she and…. Mal-foy. Malfoy was standing stock still, his skin paler then usual even. He was obviously scared of this magic. He had seen enough Dark Magic to fear anything this powerful.

“I think it’s okay Malfoy,” Hermione said with her thoughts to the blond Slytherin.

“How are you doing this? How am I doing this! Your lips aren’t moving Mud—Granger,” Draco responded as their eyes locked onto one another’s, while the rest of the thirteen encircled them above, their voices and laughter soft and non-threatening.

“Yours aren’t either. I don’t know yet. I have to think.”

“Who did you choose?”

“You heard the voice too?” Hermione said in shock. She had thought that she was the only one who heard it, but then she remembered Malfoy looking at her after the maiden asked her to choose a mate. She had glanced at Draco and then focused on Ron.

“Yes..What’s going on? Make this shit stop!” Malfoy’s thoughts screamed at her now.

“Something strange has happened to us and until this spell wears off I guess we should do what it is we are being drawn to do. Perhaps we have to allow this spell to naturally progress and then we will be given the key to opening the next chest.”

“I can’t do what it is I want to do Granger…?” Draco said to Hermione in an almost pleading voice. Hermione suddenly felt a strong urge deep in her loins. She didn’t like the urge. In fact the urge scared her more then anything she could ever remember frightening her.

“Malfoy are you feeling anything different right now?” Hermione said through her thoughts. He was standing several meters away wearing his normal, posh Slytherin robes that always looked tailored to his exquisitely regal body.

“I’m feeling something if that’s what you mean,” Draco said with his thoughts and Hermione nodded and gulped.

“You have to try this Hermione! It’s like drinking a bottle of straight up love. The feeling is incredible. It starts in your stomach and it spreads from there. It pulls you up and then you are flying, really flying Hermione! Come, and try it!” Ginny sang from above as Hermione returned her gaze to the eleven that soared in the air above her head. They looked so happy, laughing and doing flips in the air. Fred and George were swooping and weaving in between people having the time of their lives as they flew without the means of broomsticks, their bodies as light as the air. Ron was laughing with Pansy Parkinson as they danced a waltz in the air.

“Stop it! You’re driving me NUTTERS!” Hermione and Draco yelled out at exactly the same moment. Hermione’s eyes grew wide and so did Draco’s, and then he felt like he was being pulled by a magnet. Hermione too was hesitantly moving forward. Both tried to pull back. Draco even tried holding onto the table, to prevent his legs from being pulled in Hermione’s direction, but it was of no use. He was moving faster now towards the mudblood and the mudblood was now running to him. They collided and their bodies intertwined in a tight embrace.

“What’s happening to us?” Hermione cried out as Draco mashed his lean hard body against her small frame. She could feel his ripped chest against her breasts, that were squished, oh so pleasingly, against her worst enemies pecks. And his groin, grinding into her nether region. She felt aroused and affected by Malfoy in such a way that she had never been affected before by any man, including Ron.

“I don’t know. Make it stop. Please. I’ll never call you mudblood again, just make it stop. I can’t help myself. I…have…to..I need to…” Draco said and all he could focus on was Hermione’s lips, coated with a thin layer of lip-gloss that smelled like cherry snow.

“Please Draco…I need…” When Hermione said that Draco dropped his head, tilting it gracefully to the side and kissing her with lust and passion. His lips softly brushing against hers with such a pleasing sensation that it melted her insides like a wicked witch doused with water. No longer feeling irritated and annoyed, she pressed her lips to his again, deepening the kiss. She could smell his intoxicating expensive cologne and she longed to run her fingers through his silvery blonde hair….and so she did……and he did. His hands were tangled in the chestnut curls of her hair, stroking his hands purposefully through her mane of bushy hair. Their lips were moving ferociously now and Draco felt a throbbing in his pants as he pressed his body tightly against Hermione’s. Her hands were now fumbling at his robes. All she could think about was running her fingers over his lean, muscular chest….and more… She needed to touch his skin, feel him close. Her hands found his stomach first and she felt goose bumps erupt over his body as she lightly tickled his flesh. Draco kissed her even deeper yet.

“Oh…yes…that feels so fucking good…don’t stop Granger,” Draco found himself saying, though he didn’t know why, nor did he know why it felt so good, but it did. Her touch sent electrical waves of bliss down his body. He allowed his fingers into her robes too, lightly touching the skin around her belly button. She threw her head back at his touch and Draco captured her mouth again pushing his tongue hard into her mouth as he ran his hand up her chest, sliding his fingers under her bra and gently cupping the firmness of her breast in his hand. With his thumb, he stroked her nipple and sighed when he felt it harden under his touch. Why was he touching the mudblood? He had never needed someone so badly in all of his life as he did now the mudblood.

“Make love to me Draco,” Hermione said. She knew it was what they needed to do, yet she couldn’t believe she had just said it.

The eleven slowly floated to the ground, the bewitchment of the spell suddenly falling off as they landed softly on their feet next to Draco and Hermione. Hermione pulled up from his kiss and noticed eleven pairs of eyes all on them. Draco pushed her away and turned away from the eleven, his face flushed, his erection rock solid in his pants. He still felt just as hot as he did two minutes ago. He still wanted to bury his hard cock into her and screw her, like he’d never screwed anybody before.

Hermione also felt the need to have Draco. She blushed crimson red at knowing what the others had seen. She and Draco were wrapped up together in a lascivious embrace; about to fuck each other right there on the floor of the Great Hall. The urge was so strong and it hadn’t dissipated.

“I don’t feel it anymore. Do you Hermione?” Ginny said. They all nodded including Draco Malfoy. Hermione suddenly felt alone. She had to have Draco. She could still feel the tight muscles of his chest under her touch. She could feel his hardness against her leg, and all she wanted to do was find a dark corner and drag him to it, wrapping her arms and legs around him and shagging him until no tomorrow. She looked at his face now, his forehead slightly perspiring and she saw the shadows of deception cloud over his eyes, as he turned quickly away from her gaze. He was lying. He still felt it too. He wanted her just as bad as she needed him.

“We need to find a room that we can hold our meetings in. The Great Hall will not suffice for long,” Tonks said.

“Room of Requirement,” Malfoy said under his breath. He looked completely disheveled as he bowed his head to the floor and paced back and forth. Hermione couldn’t help notice how stressed out he looked, no doubt trying to deal with the same feelings she was having about him only in reverse. She watched him brush Pansy Parkinson off of him and now Ron was making his way towards Hermione. She hadn’t even considered whether or not Ron had seen her making out with Malfoy or not. She was about to find out though.

“How could you bloody well do it Hermione?”

“Do what Ron…Oh…you mean me and Mal—“

“Yeah, I mean you and Malfoy!”

“I-I dunno Ron,alright! It just happened,” Hermione said pulling away from Ron but Ron grabbed her hard by the arms and held her face forward so she had to look at him.

“What’s happening to us? Don’t you love me anymore Hermione?” He looked so sad and worried as he gazed at her with big blue puddles. “Hermione, answer me! We’re engaged! Answer me now damnit!” Ron was shaking her again.

Draco couldn’t take it anymore. Watching the Weasel shaking his Hermione. His Hermione? He didn’t know why he was thinking this way. It wasn’t his Hermione, yet he couldn’t tolerate Ron touching her and hurting her like he was. He paced back and forth glaring at the pair as he edged closer to them. Finally he snapped.

“Get the fuck off of her Weasel!” he swung his fist, landing it square on the redheads jaw and Ron fell backwards. He gripped Hermione by the arms and pulled her into his chest before whispering into her ear.

“What’s happening to me?” His voice taking on a silken quality. “Who did you choose as your mate? Did you choose me? Granger, did you choose me!?”

“I-I-I don’t think so,” Hermione said as Ron struggled to his feet and tapped Draco on the shoulder.

Hermione pulled her wand out…

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