Sins of the Father

A/N: It's finally here! You'll know what I mean.

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Chapter Ten


Daylight managed to find its way into the room, streaming in through the cracks around the curtains. Dust danced in the early morning light, light that managed to illuminate the two bodies lying on the bed in the middle of the room. Light spun and wove itself through the young woman’s rich, brown curls. Her sleeping partner had his arm wrapped possessively around her middle, her back pulled against his front. He was drawing warmth from her body, wrapping himself in the comfort her body provided him. They slept on, the young man snuggling deeper into the girl’s body, shifting so that his leg now wound itself around her own.

Consciousness slowly tugged at Hermione’s mind. Her eyes remained shut but awareness was beginning to come back to her. She breathed in deeply, her eyelids fluttering and smiled. Her back arched slightly as she gave a lazy, contented cat stretch, trying to move her legs all the way down. Something was there, though. Something was entwined with her legs that usually wasn’t entwined with her legs. She tried to push that something off her legs so she could stretch fully, her struggle causing her back to arch even more, thrusting her ass into something hard and solid. Something hard and solid that moaned with delight.

Her eyes shot open and she looked down to see a long, pale leg wrapped around her own. She tried turning over but found that an arm with pale flesh matching the leg was wrapped around her torso prevented her. She tried to struggle again, pushing herself against the person behind her only to hear another moan. A very male, very satisfied moan.

She lay still, not knowing what to do. Lucius had never cuddled up against her. Maybe he had come into her cell while she was sleeping and had waken her up by making her do things to him, but she had never had him cuddle against her. She didn’t like the powerlessness that she felt, the idea that someone behind her was controlling what she did. She didn’t like this at all.

She looked at the arm and leg, noticing the paleness and the fine, golden hair that dusted the skin. The flesh gave her pause. It reminded her of something. Or someone. Surely she knew the person behind her. Who goes to bed with some stranger?

Unless she had been drunk. Had she been drunk? She thought back to the night before. She hadn’t been able to sleep. She crept into Malfoy’s room.

Draco’s room.

She had fallen down next to him and went to bed.

This was Draco’s bed.

She tried turning just her head and found that she could. Draco’s face was right next to hers on the pillow, his nose practically nestled in her hair. His blanket had fallen down, revealing his well sculpted torso and smooth flesh to her. And there, peaking out just above the blanket was his Dark Mark. She tried to peer closer at it, tried to look at its’ pattern. She needed to verify that it was actually there. It had looked so evil on Lucius’ arm, so malicious in its intent.

It looked downright innocuous on Draco’s arm.

She finally found something they didn’t have in common.

“Like what you see, babe?” Draco mumbled in his sleep. Hermione rolled her eyes up to his and found that they were still closed. He must be talking to himself. She grazed her eyes over his lips and high-cheek bones, realizing that this was pureblood breeding at its finest.

“You’re supposed to answer people when they ask you questions, love.” Hermione jumped, her eyes flying up to meet Draco’s own. His eyes were a dark gray, molten and hazy. They must look like this every morning. If she could awaken to this every morning, she would die.

“Well?” She seemed to forget that he had said anything, looking into those eyes of his. She had liked what she’d seen; his body was an amazing specimen that she had never seen before. Lucius, while impressive in his own right, used his beauty against you and turned that lust into something dangerous and painful and rotten and shameful. Draco was just beautiful. His body and his soul. And Hermione felt that they were entering into a dangerous territory.

“Do you think you can let go of me? My neck hurts.” Draco furrowed his brows for a second and then realization downed on him. He slowly and carefully unwrapped himself from her body and turned to lay flat on his back. Hermione turned over so she could lie on her side next to him, her arms curled protectively against her chest.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Draco stared at the ceiling, his arms tucked behind his head. It was an unconscious movement, Hermione knew, because it flashed his Dark Mark. Hermione watched it there on his arm, waiting for it to come alive, and then lifted her eyes to his face. His jaw was clenched and he was still carefully avoiding her gaze.

“I don’t think you want that answer, Draco.”

He slowly turned his head in her direction, his eyes resting unblinkingly on her own. She swallowed under his intense gaze, that gaze that said he understood what she was thinking and what she was trying to process.

“Why?” His voice was harsh and gravely. Light blond stumble dusted his chin and she realized it was the same hair that decorated his body. It made her wonder where else it decorated, causing her to flush. She shouldn’t be thinking such thoughts. Draco saw the reddening of her cheek and smirked.
“Did it hurt?” Draco looked at her, confused as to what she was asking. Then she flicked her gaze to his arm and then back to his face. He looked in her eyes and sighed.

“Yes. It did,” she nodded and then bit her lip.

“Can I touch it?”

His jaw tightened and he searched her eyes, looking for a reason as to why she wanted to touch something so vile. When he only saw determination, he turned his head so that his own eyes were resting on his brand. It was a declaration of loyalty to a cause he didn’t believe in, a sin that would always be there until he died. Some theorized that the Mark would disappear when Voldemort died, but he didn’t believe that.

Jaw still clenched, he slowly lowered his gaze back to Hermione’s eyes. They were intense, burrowing into his own with a sense of confidence, but her lip was caught between her teeth, showing her anxiety. She didn’t know what would happen if she touched his Dark Mark. The Mark was a Dark magic designed to terrorize and frighten muggles. It might have magic that would hurt them as well, burning them or worse, setting of a tracking device for Voldemort. His father had taken numerous muggles to his bed, enjoying their bodies before he tortured them and as far as Draco knew, the Dark Mark never had hurt them.

Still, they were both weary.

Slowly, he lowered his arm, keeping his eyes on Hermione. He stretched his arm out so that she could see and touch it, which she set out to do. She swallowed and gathered her courage around herself, stretching her arm out. Right before her fingers touched it, she stopped, flicking her eyes back up to his. He gave a very small nod which she returned and ghosted her fingers across his Mark. His skin there didn’t feel any different, and it was like the Mark wasn’t there. His eyes fluttered close and she rubbed her fingertips gently up and down his arm, before applying more pressure and firmly touching his skin. He hissed, giving a slight jerk of his body and Hermione quickly withdrew her hand. His eyes were still closed, his brow furrowed. Suddenly his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.

“Don’t,” he opened his eyes to look at her,”stop. Never stop touching me.” Hermione looked his eyes, the gray bleeding into molten silver. His cheeks were flushing, tinting a slight pink. He moved her fingertips back to his Mark and breathed in deeply when she started stroking his arm again. His crotch twitched, his body awakening at the erotic way she was touching him. He knew it was wrong; with everything she had been through he shouldn’t be feeling like this about her. But there she was, touching something so evil in her innocent, naïve way, and it made him feel so wrong.

“Draco-,”

“Don’t talk, Hermione. Not now.” He looked at her as if waiting for some sort of acquiescence, but just slightly shook his head and leaned in. Hermione stood still like a deer in the headlights, his lips so close, his breath on her mouth, warming her lips. She felt her face begin to flush. She had stopped rubbing his arm, her hand still resting on her arm as he moved his free hand up to cup her cheek. “Gods, you’re beautiful.”

And then, his lips were on hers. They were soft, pressed chastely against her own. He didn’t force his tongue into her mouth, though Merlin knew he wanted to; badly. Hermione didn’t breath, just feeling his lips there, when she suddenly kissed him back. Draco moved his arms around her back, holding her close to him as he gently pushed his tongue into her mouth. She gasped at the feeling, having this soft, pliant muscle explore her depths. She grabbed at his locks, running her hands through his silken length. He groaned and pressed himself against her. Hermione started when she felt his erection but Draco kept the kiss soft and gentle, so as not to frighten her. She moaned into his mouth, surprising herself, and pressed her own tongue against his. It was a delicate dance they were sharing, a soft, elegant melding of themselves. Draco could feel his soul getting lighter as the kiss deepened. He had set out to save the young woman who was now willingly pressing her body into his, and instead she had saved him.

They clung to each other, their lips still rolling against each other, when two completely different things happened. The door to Draco’s room burst open and Draco yelled into Hermione’s mouth, pain drenching his entire body.

Harry stood in the doorway of Draco’s room.

And Draco’s Dark Mark was swirling and pulsating on his arm, telling him that his master was ready for the prodigal son to return home.


A/N: The Kiss!! Dun dun dun! Finally, right? Sorry for the wait but I hope it was worth it. Review if you feel inclined, if not then just enjoy the story. I have another story coming out, a nice little oneshot called "Lonely Sacrifice." It's long, angsty, has a nasty evil Ron, two smutty Dramione scenes, and a double agent! Gasp!! So hop on over there and read it. I hope you enjoyed Chapter Ten of SOTF.