Driven

Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter, but Blessings to JKR for creating it

A/N: Thanks so much for all the reviews I totally appreciate all of them including the criticism. Just to explain a couple of things in response to a couple of reviews; yes I could have made Draco’s response more violent. But, he is in love with Hermione, he has to go home and be able to face her. Also, I picked a ferret because of the stigma attached. Draco has been taunted since the infamous ferret episode, now people will be less likely to attach it to him anymore. I don’t think Ron is going to take this well though.

Chapter 10: Unforgivable/Unforgettable


Draco stepped onto the front porch and took a deep breath. He was headed down the steps when his forearm started to tingle. The tingle quickly turned into searing pain and he hissed thinking to himself, ‘not now.’ With a pop he apparated involuntarily; he had no clue what his destination was.

Suddenly, he was standing in front of a castle, it looked very familiar to him but he could not quite place it. Severus was standing in the doorway waiting for him. He did not look happy.

“Hello, Draco. Please come with me.” Snape said quietly placing a hand on Draco’s shoulder and leading him through a huge entry hall, not unlike the one at Hogwarts although on a smaller scale.

“What’s wrong Uncle Sev?” Draco whispered.

“I’m not entirely certain. Your father arrived late Thursday night with Giovanni Zabini. Lord Voldemort arrived about and hour ago and they have been locked in the ballroom since then. He sent someone out to inform me that you would be arriving shortly.” Severus explained, finishing as they reached the door to the ballroom.

Draco took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves; Giovanni Zabini was the Switzerland of the wizarding world. He wanted no part of the war on either side; he was fed up with the ministry and yet did not condone Voldemort’s actions. He was like family to Draco; he was his father’s best friend and his boyfriend’s father.

He raised his hand to knock on the door but it opened before his knuckles reached it. As he walked through the door he scanned the room as quickly as possible. His father was standing off to one side, looking for all intents and purposes to be calm and collected, classic Lucius Malfoy. But upon second glance Draco could see the fear in his eyes.

Voldemort was seated upon what looked like and antique throne, gilded and adorned with jewels it shone in stark contrast to its occupant who was the embodiment of the words gray and slimy.

Giovanni was on his knees in front of the monster, and unlike his best friend had managed to keep his fear from reflecting in his eyes.

“Welcome child,” hissed the serpent master, “I thought you should be present when Zabini here makes his final decision. I have given him one final opportunity to join us, or face the consequences of his insolence.”

Voldemort stood and stepped forward so he was looming over the man on the floor. “Serve me, take my mark, or I will end you. Serve me and I will spare your family.”

At the mention of the Zabini family Draco saw red and could no longer stand still, he growled lowly and launched himself at the Dark Lord, his world went black as he was hit squarely in the chest with a stupefy.

Lucius saw his son go down and fought to maintain his composure. Giovanni looked at the still form of the boy he considered to be a son and looked up at the abomination above him speaking very quietly, “Do to me what you will, but I will never follow you. I do not fear for my family, they are surrounded by people who love them, you will never get near them.” He then closed his eyes in resignation, knowing full well what was about to happen to him.

“Avada Kedavra” Shouted the beast.

“No,” Lucius screamed, as he dove towards his friend.

“Crucio,” muttered Voldemort

Snape heard this exchange from the hallway and was trying desperately to get through the door, as quietly as possible. He heard a pop just as the door gave way and would never forget the scene that greeted him as he walked in. Lucius was twitching in agony next to the obviously dead Zabini and Draco was lying close by unconscious. He muttered “finite Incantatum,” as he ran across the room.

Lucius and Draco were both sobbing as they crawled across the floor to reach Giovanni. Lucius gently placed his friends head in his lap, and the way that he stroked his hair confirmed what Draco and Severus had always suspected, the two men had been lovers as well as friends, a trait which they had passed on to their sons.

“Draco, I need you to go to Blaise. Severus, please go to Narcissa. I am going to bring Giovanni home to Antonia. Please be careful, both of you, and meet me there.” Lucius had stopped crying and gave these instructions with a scarily calm demeanor.

Draco managed to get to his feet and stumbled out of the room after his Godfather, “How am I supposed to go home and tell the man I love that his father has been murdered, Uncle Sev…….”
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Ron was crying, it would have embarrassed him but he was too miserable to care. They had all left him, curled in an oozing ball on the floor of the parlor. ‘They’ve all gone right round the bend siding with Malfoy,’ he thought. Then he heard the laughter.

Kreacher had appeared in the room and was standing over him laughing like the unhinged elf that he was, “Filthy festering creature. Progeny of trash is making a mess oozing all over mistress’s carpet.”

The schizophrenic elf began to poke him repeatedly with the handle of a fire poker while continuing to laugh like a hyena. Ron finally managed to drag himself to his feet and flung the elf across the room before stumbling out into the hall and out the front door.

He was afraid he’d splinch himself if he tried to apparate in his condition, and some idiot had left his wand lying on the table in the foyer so he stuck it out and the Night bus appeared out of thin air. He dragged himself up the steps saying only, ‘Hogsmede’ to Stan Shunpike who was cringing and visibly breathing through his mouth.

He took a seat all the way at the back of the first level. The ride seemed to take forever but in reality only took about half and hour. He couldn’t go into Three Broomsticks there would be too many questions, so he headed for the hogs head thinking to himself, ‘I’ll get right pissed tonight and worry about wringing Malfoy’s neck tomorrow.’

He was such a sight that everyone cleared out of his way and he went straight for the bar. He ordered two bottles of firewiskey and told the bar keep that he would be finding a job in the morning to pay his tab. A carefully place imperious curse ensured the man’s compliance.

In a shadowy corner of the pub sat Hagrid, he could not believe his eyes, Ron had walked in closely resembling a leper; and had just used and unforgivable curse on an innocent [well that was debatable but in any case] bar tender. He stood and walked over to the table which Ron had just occupied.

Ron looked up as a massive shadow crossed his table, “lo Ron, what ‘appened?” The half giant said sitting down with a resounding thud that shook the whole pub on its foundation.

“I’d really rather not talk about it. You’re not going to like it and I’ve been sufficiently lectured and hexed for one day thanks,” Ron replied rather cheekily for someone who had just spent several minutes as a bouncing ferret.

Hagrid placed his beefy hands palm down on the table making it shake, and lowered his head so that he was eyelevel with Ron, and action which forced him to practically bend in half. “What’ve you gone and done now?” Hagrid demanded.

Ron relented and told him everything, lowering his voice so that he would not be overheard.

An unintelligible growl was all that Hagrid could manage as he snatched Ron out of his chair and threw him over his shoulder before storming out of the pub. “You hit Mione! That sweet innocent girl, you were never good enough for her. You’ve become worse than Malfoy ever was.” Hagrid ground this out as he headed for the castle; Ron was bouncing up and down against his massive shoulder and had turned an interesting shade of green.

“I’ve ‘alf a mind to turn you into Filch and let him have ‘is merry way with you, but I thin’ that McGonagall can come up with something good enough before I hand deliver you to Moody. By Merlin, between the three of us we will knock some sense into your thick skull because obviously Malfoy’s gone soft.
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Blaise finished his drink and set the empty glass on the coffee table. Leaning back against the couch cushions he rubbed his temples as he contemplated what Draco was doing to Weasley at that moment.

He heard a large thud come from the direction of Hermione’s room and sprung to his feet covering the distance in two long strides. She was in a crumpled ball on the floor, her cheek looking even worse than it had less than an hour before, “Cara Mia, what happened?” He asked gently kneeling on the floor beside her.

“I couldn’t get comfortable on my back so I rolled on to my side. I didn’t realize how close I was to the edge of the bed.” She mumbled as she tried to sit up, groaning as every small movement highlighted her numerous aches and pains. Blaise reached for her arms to lift her back onto the bed, but he hadn’t seen the bruises there and she whimpered at the contact.

Once he got her situated on the bed he reached for the hem of her sweater, “Blaise…..” She said quietly.
“Shh…. I just want to make sure you don’t have any other injuries that Pomfrey overlooked.” He said soothingly as he inched her sweater up and gently pulled it over her head before setting it aside. The blackening handprints on her upper arms were hideous but it was her back that made him gasp as he crawled onto the bed and settled himself behind her.

Based on what he could see above the back of her tank top her entire back was one giant bruise, ‘no wonder she couldn’t get comfortable’, he thought to himself. He reached up and slipped the straps down her shoulders, she was fairly thin and her shoulder blades which protruded slightly had sustained the worst of the damage, they were black and looked raw.

Blaise had a rudimentary knowledge of healing charms, and he pulled his wand from the waistband of his pants. He waved it slowly over Hermione’s back and arms murmuring softly until he heard her sigh with relief. With the worst of the pain receding, her exhaustion took over and she leaned back against Blaise.

He propped himself against the headboard with pillows and resituated her between his knees, feet flat on the bed, “Mya,” he whispered pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear and kissing her temple. She moved her head to one of his shoulders so she could look up at him, “Blaise, Draco and I…..” she started. He silenced her with a soft brush of his lips over hers.

“I know Cara, Drake told me everything. It’s okay, I believe that if the situation had been reversed I would have done the same thing,” he said seriously looking into her eyes, “do you want to go back to sleep?”

“I don’t think I can sleep honestly. Every time I close my eyes the world tilts on me and I feel him slamming me up against the study wall again.” She looked down at her lap, “Blaise, would you kiss me again?”

He smiled into her hair before sliding out from behind her and stretching out beside her. “Are you sure you don’t want to just rest, I would be more than happy to just lie here and hold you.” He said rubbing his thumb over her lower lip, while his other arm rested above her head.

She slowly reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, she was still uncertain about what she should do in these situations. “I’m tired but I can’t settle my mind down, I need to focus on something else. Let me focus on you.” She tensed as a thought occurred to her, “unless, you don’t want to. It’s okay I just thought…..”

He put his finger against her lips, “Oh I want to,” he said taking the hand she had tangled in his hair and placing her palm flat against him, “but I don’t want to take advantage of you. I don’t want you to regret this later. You’ve had quite an evening.”

Hermione slid her hand up his chest and settled it at the nape of his neck and pulling him down to her, covering his mouth with hers and effectively ending the conversation. He tangled his hand in her hair and nudged her legs apart slightly with his knee before settling it between them. The straps of her tank were still hanging off her shoulders, and it had dipped to the point that she was in danger of spilling out of it. He moved from her mouth placing kisses on her jaw, neck, shoulder, collar bone and finally just above and right between her breasts.

She sighed and reached for the bottom of his t-shirt, she wanted to wrap her self up in him, feel his skin against hers like a security blanket. He sat up long enough to help her pull the shirt over his head before reaching down to gently pull her tank top off. She felt empty at the loss of contact and reached up to pull him back down to her.

He rolled them so that she was on top, he didn’t want to disturb her still healing bruises. She sat back and looked down at him, her eyes darkening from toffee to chocolate, she felt like she had regained some control over her life just by sitting in this position, with an Italian god lying beneath her. She bent down and licked his jaw before nipping at his neck and collar bone.

Blaise growled low in his throat and bucked up beneath her, “Mya.” She looked at him not sure what to do, then taking over when he reached for his drawstring. She moved to the side so he could get his pants off, staring in fascination at what was revealed, realizing she hadn’t really had time to study Draco. He reached for the clasp at the back of her skirt; once he had it open he was able to pull it over her head. They both fumbled about trying to get her knickers off while stealing kisses at the same time. Finally he couldn’t stand it anymore and he simply ripped them off, her eyes went wide with surprise.

“Sorry love, I usually have more finesse than this,” Blaise said sheepishly placing him palm on her cheek. She turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm, “it’s okay, I kind of liked it,” she murmured. He propped himself back against the headboard and shoved several more pillows behind his back. “Put your hands on my shoulders, swing your leg over, and lean forward,” he directed her. Once she had done this he reached between them and situated himself before grasping her hips, “Okay Mya, I want you to sit down now, slowly.”

She made a noise in the back of her throat as he guided her down onto him, she wasn’t sure if it was the position or that he was just a lot bigger than Draco but she felt like she was being impaled. He stilled her once she was all the way down and tipped her chin up so that they were practically nose to nose, “Use my shoulders as leverage and push back up.” She pulled herself up, clinging to his shoulders her face buried in his neck. He pulled her back down just a bit harder and they both moaned as he hit her cervix.

They slowly built their rhythm foreheads, then lips and torsos, sliding against one another. He slid his hands up her back to brace her as she climaxed, and she cried out in pleasure and in pain from the pressure on her still tender shoulder blades. By sheer force of will he forced his own release back and held her as she came back down. “Again, Mya,” he said when her breathing had evened out. She closed her now glassy eyes and groaned as she pulled her self up, the soreness from his intrusion starting to set in, “can’t…. too much…..”

Blaise silently called his wand to him whispering several pain relieving charms before gently rolling her on to her now numb back. He gently hooked one of her knees over his elbow as he began thrusting again slowly. “Siete così bei Cara mia,” he whispered sweet nothings. She didn’t understand the words but the tone made the meaning obvious as he inflicted sweet torture upon her.

Afterwards, when she was tucked against him, they both glanced at the clock, the sun would be up in an hour and Draco had not returned. They kept their worried thoughts to themselves as they drifted off to sleep.
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Draco tried to collect himself as he stood at the door of the flat. In a very un-Malfoy like gesture he wiped his sleeve across his face. He was determined to be strong. He let himself in and noticed that Blaise was not in the living room; he walked into their room and saw that the bed had not been slept in. He headed for Hermione’s room and stopped in the door way. They looked so beautiful that he almost forgot what he had to do.

Blaise stirred as Draco walked into the room, he looked up frowning as he saw Draco’s red eyes and somber expression. He carefully extricated himself from Hermione, whispering to her when she stirred, telling her to go back to sleep. He grabbed his pants from the floor and pulled them on as he followed Draco back into the living room.

Hermione sat straight up in bed. Something was dreadfully wrong. She heard the sobbing coming from the living room and felt the magic that shimmered in the air. She was shaking as she grabbed the first article of clothing she came across which was Blaise’s t-shirt, pulling it over her head as she rushed out of the room.

Blaise was curled in a ball on the floor sobbing. Draco had his arms around him and was rocking him back and forth slowly tears streaming down his face. Hermione dropped to her knees in front of them, “what happened.” Blaise realized she was there and pulled her into his lap like a bushy haired teddy bear, “Voldemort killed my Dad.” Her eyes filled with tears, ‘is it every going to end,’ she thought.
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A/N: This chapter was a struggle but I think it works. I also think it is my longest chapter yet. This chapter is dedicated to Chavela (hang in there girlie).