In The Arms of an Angel

Chapter 10 Explosions and Revelations

After Harry and Hermione left the room, leaving Ron alone with two of his least favourite people, he got up to add more food onto his empty plate, all the while grumbling under his breath. "What the hell could the two of them need to talk about that I can't be there for!" he exploded, suddenly though quietly, jerking the two former Slytherins from their conversation.

The smirk on Draco's face was rather disconcerting, but Ron's gaze was fixed to Severus' look of disdain mixed with disbelief. "Weasley, you mean to say that you really do not know? And I had always wondered over Potter's observational skills, it's a miracle the two of you haven't died on these little excursions you go on."

"What are you going on about, Snape," he spat out as Draco sat back, enjoying the show.

"Now, now, why should I tell you anything with that attitude?" Severus taunted.

"Fine, if you're not going to tell me, just leave me alone," Ron sulked. It seemed as though the other had taken him up on his offer, as he didn't continue on, and instead just sat there reading the paper with a smirk to match Draco's on his lips. After five minutes or so of silence, Harry and Hermione still in the library, Ron couldn't hold it in any longer. "What the bleeding hell is taking so long," he griped.

"Merlin, Weasley. If you must know, the two of them have been shagging like rabbits for months now, and Potter's taking her ... relationship ... with Draco pretty hard. I just hope this will help him get over it, jealousy has never helped anyone, least of all when they are intended to fight against the Dark Lord," Severus commented as though the subject were as simple as the weather.

"He ... she ... what? Shagging? No ... you're taking a piss, right? They wouldn't ... he wouldn't ..." Ron stuttered, his face tingeing pink.

"Well, they did, so get over it," came Severus’ sage words of advice. Draco had no intention of weighing in on this topic, and instead sat back in his chair, having finished eating, preparing to watch the fireworks.

As the minutes went by in the silent stewing of Ron Weasley, his face got redder by the minute as he dwelled on the information he had just been given. He had just reached his peak of anger when Harry and Hermione arrived back at the kitchen.

"How long," Ron asked, though there was no doubt in anyone's mind that it was most definitely not a question. He was perfectly composed, his voice colder than ice, the color of his face the only outward sign of his true feelings. Harry and Hermione glanced at each other once again and Hermione glanced over to Draco, who shifted his head towards his godfather. "HOW LONG!" Ron bellowed, his fist clenching and unclenching at his sides when he received no answer, causing Hermione to move slightly behind Harry, using him as a shield.

"Since Halloween," Harry answered with a strong voice.

"Since Halloween! How could you? You knew I - you knew," Ron accused, pointing a finger of his outstretched arm and hand to Harry.

"Ron, it's not like that," Hermione answered from behind Harry. "You knew I didn't like you that way. I even told you flat out, remember? But the thing with Harry, we didn't plan it. We were drunk, not that that's an excuse, and it just happened."

"Sure, once. But how did Snape put it? That you've been ... shagging like rabbits for months now? There's no way you can tell me that just happened."

"No, I guess not. But, Ron, we never meant to hurt you."

"My ass. I'm leaving." True to his word, Ron started his way through the kitchen towards the living room so he could apparate away to the Burrow.

On his way past them, Hermione grabbed a hold of his arm. "Ron, you can't go," she pleaded.

"Why not?" he spat, his voice growing louder, wrenching his arm from her grasp.

"Because there are more important things going on than who I'm fucking!" she yelled at him.

"Like what!" he screamed back.

"LIKE HARRY BEING A HORCRUX!" she yelled at the top of her voice, immediately clapping her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide.

The entire room was silent; it seemed even the appliances stopped their faint buzzing. Ron had stopped moving and instead slowly turned to face her, a look of disbelief and fear etched into his features. Harry's hand had reached up to his scar, gently rubbing his forehead. Draco and Severus still sat at the table, Draco completely confused over the unrecognized word and Severus trying to remember where he had heard of it.

Hermione turned to the table to look at the two of them. "Severus, Draco, can you two please see if you can come up with an antidote to that potion?" she asked in a calm and controlled voice. They both immediately stood up and left the room, Draco stopping to quickly kiss the top of her head.

Hermione went over and slumped down into the chair that Draco had previously occupied, comforted by the fact that it was still warm from him. In turn, Ron and Harry each also took a seat, waiting for her to say something.

"What do you mean, Harry's a horcrux?" Ron asked when she stayed quiet. In response, Hermione pulled out her wand and performed the spell on Harry, who once again glowed white.

"That's what I mean," she responded. "I didn't want to call you back until I was finished with figuring out how to fix this, but then the attack happened and then Severus was hurt for not knowing where you are, and I thought it would be safer for you to come back, since I knew that you were on a wild goose chase."

"So you think you know how to get rid of it without ..."

"Without killing me?" Harry finished the sentence Ron wasn't able to.

"Yes, yes I do. Actually, it might even work with Nagini. I should ask Severus, so long as they can figure out an antidote."

"What do you mean, you should ask Severus?" Harry asked, his voice hard.

"I haven't told him anything, so don't get your knickers in a twist. Though, quite frankly, I probably will. And before you say anything, we will need his help and I talked to Dumbledore's portrait and he said it would be okay to tell him."

"You spoke to Dumbledore's portrait?"

"After having a nervous breakdown, yes, it was the first thing I did."

"And what did he say?"

"He had his suspicions, but he never verified them, fearing the worst." Once she said this, she had to wait for the two of them to calm down from tirades similar to her own before she could continue with her story. "He told me to get Severus to show me a certain memory, and that if we so chose, he would be trustworthy enough to tell about the horcruxes."

"And what was this memory?" asked Harry.

"Um, yeah, Harry. Severus was there when your parents were killed. So was Lucius. Voldemort intended to make the sword of Gryffindor a horcrux with your death, but instead he killed himself and you became a horcrux instead in the backlash."

"And you saw this?"

"Yes."

"I want to see it."

"Harry, I don't know," she said worriedly.

"They're my parents. They died because of me. I want to see it."

"Okay, let me get permission, first," she sighed.

A half hour later the three of them were in the library, having viewed the memory. Harry was crying, allowing himself to be held by both of his best friends.

"So, you think you can get it out of me?"

"Yes, I started trying to create a counter spell—"

"How, we don't even know what it was he said," interrupted Ron.

"Severus knew a couple translating charms. I think the hardest part will be after I create the spell, it will have to be turned back into Turkish, and the pronunciation will have to be spot on. But Severus brewed the potion that he had drunk and found the memory, so that would be the antidote that I asked him and Draco to work on."

"Do they know what it does?"

"Severus might have an idea, after all, it was his memories that this information came from, but Draco is clueless." To that response, they both nodded their heads glad that if she was going to shack up with the ferret, at least she wasn't sharing their secrets with him as well.

"Then, I guess we had better check out that incantation," sighed Harry.

"Do you guys mind if I go to the Burrow, just for the rest of the day? I swear I'll come back and help, but I know that Mum would want to see me, and to be honest, I need some time alone right now," Ron requested, both of his friends giving him the green light to spend the night at his family home.

Harry had never quite gotten the hang of how to go about creating spells, and as such, felt as though he was of no help in saving his own life. Although, at this particular moment, he wasn't so sure he wanted his life saved, not that he was stupid enough to tell that to anyone. So, instead, he sat there watching Hermione as he wallowed in self-pity.

It was a couple hours and many crossed out ideas later, that Hermione decided a break was needed. When she looked up, she saw that Harry had fallen into a fitful sleep. Deciding not to wake him right away, she wandered over to the potions room.

"Any luck?" she asked as she entered the room.

"This is a complicated potion; it's going to take a while. We've spent most of this time figuring out only half of the ingredients that would be needed, never mind quantities to order," Draco told her, his eyes roaming upwards from the parchment in front of him.

"Oh, well, a girl can hope, can't she?" Hermione sighed. "My brain's becoming numb; I need a break so I can get a fresh perspective when I go back. Do you two want to take a break and keep me company?"

"Actually, I must be going home. I haven't been spending much time there recently, and I really must make sure my presence is known," Severus told them, confusing Hermione as to whom he would need his presence in his own home known to, but she shook her head and let it go.

"Alright, have a good night and thanks for all your help," she told the man as he got up and stretched, hugging him on his way out.

Meanwhile, Draco had put aside what he was working on and come over to stand behind her as she was saying good bye to Severus. When the older man was gone, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling him flush against him as he moved her hair out of the way to nibble on her earlobe, a hand moving up to rub against her breast, ending its journey with a tweak of the nipple.

"Can't you go more than half a day without sex?" she asked as her body responded to his touches.

"Can, yes. Want to, no," he answered into her ear before whirling her around and pulling her front flush against his own.

She moaned, melting into him momentarily before pulling away abruptly. "No. Harry's sleeping in the library."

"So?" he asked, nipping at her nose and reaching down to stroke her through her pants.

"So, he has enough issues with us, I'm not going to throw it in his face," she answered, walking out of the room and momentarily out of Draco's grasp.

Following her into the room found her rifling through a side-table drawer and pulling out a small cloth bag. "Want to play dice?" she asked.

"No, not really," he answered, blatantly staring at her breasts, but when she started to pout, he relented. So instead of an evening of sex, he got instead an evening of playing dice and conversing with his girlfriend, connecting on a less physical level. They were interrupted two and a half hours later when Harry wandered out of the library with sleep still in his eyes.

After a late dinner, Harry decided to go spend some time at Grimmauld Place wanting to be as far away from the new couple as possible. Almost the second he was gone, Draco practically jumped her, his hands running up under her shirt and his tongue fighting for entrance into her mouth.

She pulled away from him, a wicked smirk on her face, her fingers toying with his hair. "Hey Draco," she said casually, "You've lived in the muggle word for a while. I'm assuming that in that time you've been acquainted with pornography?"

He pinked, though barely noticeably, and nodded his head to her. "Yes, why do you ask?"

"Were you aware that some muggles video tape themselves, so they can watch it again later?"

"I do believe I heard that," he answered, now becoming more curious than anything else.

"How would you like to try the wizarding version?" She was now the picture of coy and beguiling. She held his hands in hers, moving them slowly up and down her body, over every part she wanted him to touch, but never stopping, slowly driving him mad with his need for her.

"Cutie, right now you could ask almost anything of me and would get my complete cooperation," he told her, his voice heavy with desire.

"Yay!" she squealed, leaning up to kiss him, slow and sensually, her hands holding his in the air, no part of their bodies touching but their mouths. When she pulled away from him, she led him to the library, taking out her now empty pensieve.

A look of understanding crossed his features as he watched her put her wand to her temple over and over again, depositing the memories of every sexual encounter between the two of them thus far into the basin. When that was done, she put her wand off to the side and started moving in circles around Draco, putting on a strip show for him, though she was laughing because she was doing a bad job of it, being the first time to do such a thing. Soon enough, she was completely naked, and moved closer to him, undoing his shirt button by button.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, since I don't exactly think we'll be keeping our clothes on in there, and I don't know how it would work if we even could accidentally leave them in a memory, it's better this way," she explained as she cupped his erection through his pants before opening the fly.

"If you say so," he responded, with a slight buck into her hand.

"I do." When she had gotten the last of his clothing off of him, she took her wand back up, remembering the conception charm and grabbed a hold of his hand, leaving the two of them to fall into her memory. They landed in the living room, a view of Hermione's head bouncing on Draco's cock before going to the Order meeting in front of them.

"Now this is weird," he commented, looking at his own face.

"Mmmm, maybe just a bit." As they watched entranced, the scene changed to their encounter early that morning, with Draco teasing her. The Hermione of current reality moaned and reached down towards her pussy, which was already dripping as she watched Draco's fingers plunging in and out of her.

"Now, we can't have you do that, cutie; that's my job," he told her as he moved around to face her, capturing her lips with his own with an intense fervor. In the background, he could hear himself bringing her to orgasm, and right when past Hermione hit her peak, he entered her with two fingers that had been toying around her pussy lips, teasing her mercilessly by continuously nearing her clit, but never quite touching.

As Hermione watched herself be carried over to the bed, the Draco in front of her left her lips, making his way down to her breasts, which he ravished with his tongue and, on occasion, teeth. Continuing his way down, he continued pumping his fingers into her now heavily breathing body. He nipped at her inner thighs, which were spread as wide as possible with her still standing on her own.

He took his keys from the noises he heard behind him, the memory also replaying itself in the back of his mind. When the Draco on the bed rammed into his girlfriend, he took that opportunity to bring his tongue to Hermione's long neglected clit, causing her to emit a scream to match the remembered one, as well as thread her hands through his hair in much needed support.

From that moment, to her it was a foregone conclusion that her peak would hit soon, and when it did, it hit hard, Draco's tongue up her pussy while one of his fingers had made it to her other hole, which he didn't breach, but instead teased with fingers slick from her juices. After she came, she practically fell into his lap, where he guided her as she lost the strength of her legs.

She landed directly on his cock, unintentionally impaling herself on it. When she gasped in shock, he gave her a Cheshire Cat-like grin through his moan. With his hands on her hips, still bruised from previous activities, he guided her up and down his shaft, and soon he started pumping into her from below before he swiftly kneeled up and laid her on the ground in front of him, a new memory forming in the background, his cock never leaving her warmth.

When he started to thrust into her with long, hard strokes, she felt as though he was trying successfully to split her in two from the inside out. Most of her energy had been sapped, but she still found enough to thrust up into him, dragging her nails down his shoulders. Her moans had turned into a series of whimpers and breathy gasps as she came close to her peak again. When she finally did, she laid there, boneless, as he finished himself off within her depths. They laid there connected for nearly a quarter of an hour before Draco pulled his soft cock from her and they left the memory.

They gathered up their clothes from the floor, carrying them into their bedroom, where they both fell into the soft bed, curling up into each other, and falling into a blissful sleep.


* as always, thatnks go out the the beta heather. also, to the reviewers, i love you all... paigeey07, avanell, crescentmoon, and packels87.. mugglecast is the podcast for mugglenet and they have an unnatural pickle obsession.