All her Fault

Draco ushered his father into the living room, “Don’t you rush me boy.” Lucius scolded.

“Sorry Father.” Draco muttered.

Lucius caught the eye of a young brunette witch. Lucius smiled, almost looking happy.

“Congratulations son. Finally gotten over Pansy to be with a real woman? I must say, she is rather familiar but also very beautiful.” Lucius winked at Hermione who blushed a crimson red.

“Uh, father…” Draco tried.

“Not now, Draco. I think you should give this young girl a tour.” Lucius said, turning on his heel.

“She’s not my girlfriend!” Draco cried in desperation.

Lucius stopped, “Who is she then?” he asked curiously turning to his son.

“Hermione Granger…” Draco mumbled.

“Didn’t I teach you not to talk under your breath?” Lucius warned.

“Hermione Granger! She’s the Head Girl! The Erinnyes!” Draco exploded, falling onto the couch.

Lucius’ eyes turned amazingly red like his Dark Lords, “What on earth is she doing here?” he hissed.

“She was gong to kill half of the school! Dumbledore sent me here because she’s…she’s in love with me.” Draco explained, feeling nauseous.

“In love? With a Malfoy? Granger?” Malfoy Snr cursed under his breath.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were dating Jane Granger?” Draco asked, realizing he would regret that later.

Lucius’ face hardened at her name. A look of pain washed over his fathers face, “It wasn’t necessary for you to know.” Lucius whispered.

“Did you love her?” Hermione said after an hour of silence. Her tone had a tinge of hatred and acid in it.

“This conversation is over.” Lucius said, turning on his heel once more.

“Because, if you loved her, you would’ve stayed with her. All the pictures show happiness and love but obviously my mother wasn’t enough for you, am I right? But to get back at you – revenge I like to call it – she married a muggle and you hated her for that. That’s why you hate me, right? And that’s why you still loath and despise me now you find out I’m actually a pureblood…see, I know something none of you know. Especially you Lucius! My mother never married a Muggle! My mother married a former Death Eater who went into hiding, made himself seem like a muggle! It took him years to learn how to live without magic but he did it! For my mother! But, if you had of stayed with her, she would have married someone she actually loved – hell liked!” Hermione outraged, all in one breath.

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” Lucius said in a saddened tone that was damp with desperate pain.

“No, Lucius! It’s never too late to say you are sorry!” she screamed.

He slowly turned toward her, looking at Draco then to Hermione who was in a fit of sobs, glaring at him. He slowly made his way over to her, and stood inches away from her face.

“What am I supposed to do? Apologize again? Yes, I visited her when you were just a baby. To apologize. Do you know what she said? she said, that the time had passed and she’d forgotten the man that I was. So don’t tell me that it’s never too late…because it is.” He whispered in a deadly yet pained tone.

“Then it’s your fault…not hers.” Hermione said, glaring up into his eyes, a mere two inches, at the most, away from his nose.

His eyes traveled over her face, “You’re right…” he sneered sarcastically, turning and leaving the living room.

Draco glared at her, “You couldn’t keep your mouth shut could you?”

“I beg your pardon? You started the topic not me.” She retorted.

“If you’re in love with me Hermione, tell me now.” Draco said, ignoring her.

“What?” she scoffed sarcastically.

“Are you in love with me?” he repeated.

“W-what gave you that impression?” she stuttered.

“Nothing. It’s just a theory.” He muttered.

“Dumbledore, right? That old coot doesn’t know his elbow from his asshole! You, know what? I’m beginning to think that Voldemort is right. At least he’d have the decency to pay attention to me!” Hermione yelled.

Draco stood in shock. And behind the door, was Lucius, also standing in shock. Was Hermione losing her mind or was it this Furie crap? Lucius pondered her statement for a moment, before walking behind his desk and taking a seat.

“You don’t mean that.” Draco hissed.

“And if I do? Like it matters anymore! I won’t be finishing my education, I could possibly kill all of my friends, I almost killed you…my life is ruined-and I’m not saying this out of sympathy for myself. I don’t feel sorry for myself now, nor have I ever…” she explained, throwing herself on the couch.

Draco knew she was right. Everything she had just stated, was correct-as usual. He didn’t know how to go about this, so he sat next to her, putting a comforting arm around her. She didn’t move. When she was that close to him, she felt overwhelmed. Maybe she was in love with him.

~~*~*~~

After spending two weeks at Malfoy Manor, Hermione hadn’t felt the slightest bit of clepto go through her. Maybe Dumbledore had been right, thought Draco watching Hermione talk with his father. Not being able to be with her was killing him. He just wanted to touch her. Feel her skin on his but he didn’t want to risk it.

“Technically it’s my grandmothers fault. But then again, it’s also my mothers for not telling me. But to answer your question, I’m going to be truthful and tell you I don’t know.” Hermione explained.

“Maybe it’s the visions that warn you when it’s about to happen.” Lucius replied, sipping a tall glass of wine.

“Maybe…I don’t know.” She sighed.

Lucius was silent before asking, “Do you love Draco?”

She was sick of hearing this, “Yes…but he triggers my emotions. And if I be with him then…” her voice trailed off.

She looked over to Draco who was lounging lazily on the couch, reading a book. A tiny frown appeared on her face, thinking of what might happen.

“I just don’t understand why I would want to kill him when I’m supposed to protect him.” She whispered, playing with the rim of her glass.

“Maybe it was a one time thing. You will never know until you try again…go to him Miss. Granger.” Lucius said, resting a hand on her shoulder.

She looked up at him and nodded. She stood from her chair and walked over to Draco. he looked up at her and closed his book. He sat up and she held out her hand to him, hesitantly, he took it and followed her out to the gardens.

“Draco…a couple of weeks ago you asked me a question. A question that I was too scared to answer.” She said softly.

“What was that?” he asked.

“You asked me if I loved you…I think it’s time I told you the answer.” She replied.

“Yes?” he said, shifting closer to her.

“I do, Draco. I do love you.” She said, looking into his eyes.

He smiled softly and brought his lips to her, softly colliding with hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Running her hand up hi biceps to his neck, she opened her mouth to allow his tongue entry.

…

Hermione laid Draco down on his four poster bed, slowly undressing him. She ran her hands over his bare, semi-muscular chest. She was going to make this the best night of his life by taking it slow and feeling every part of his body on hers. He captured her lips in a passionate kiss, rolling her on to her back.

Draco pressed his body on top of hers and she felt his erection throb against her lower stomach. She pulled off her shirt, to reveal that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her firm breasts. His cock ached for her touch. She slid her hands down to his pants and unzipped his black pants, freeing him.

“Hermione…” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes Draco…” she breathed.

“I love you.” He said, capturing her in a warm and love-filled kiss.

How was she supposed to reply when his tongue was down her throat? She raked her fingernails, gently down his back. He positioned his manhood at the entrance of her opening, then gently plunging in. She heard a growl at the back of his throat, as her walls closed around him. Picking up his pace, Draco thrust in and out of her, aching for more.

She bucked her hips, making him go deeper. Her body shuddered against his, as they came closer to reaching their climax. Seeing stars, Hermione bucked her hips once more, reaching her peak. She tightened around him as Draco thrust hard and deep, releasing himself inside her warmth. He collapsed on top of her, feeling like jelly.

He pulled out and rolled onto his back. Her breathing still ragged, she shifted into Draco’s body, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. He kissed her on the forehead and whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She replied, cuddling to im and falling asleep in his arms.

~~*~*~~

“Did you have fun last night?” Lucius asked Draco.

“How did you…” Draco began.

“I told her to take a chance.” Lucius said, cutting him off.

“Oh…thank you.” Draco said, getting up and leaving.

Lucius was shocked. That was the first time Draco had ever thanked his father…for anything. He watched his son stride over to Hermione who was sitting on the couch. Draco sat down next to her, as she snuggled into his arms.

At that moment, a large eagle owl flew into the house, landing on Lucius’ arm. Draco and Hermione looked to him as he opened the letter. His eyes re-read the letter over and over. His eyes, beginning to glisten with tears, he blinked them back, holding in his emotions.

“Hermione, dear. May I speak with you in private?” Lucius choked out.

Hermione looked at Draco and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, “Of course Mr. Malfoy.”

Lucius led her into his study, closing the door behind him. Lucius looked at Hermione with saddened eyes. She couldn’t quite read his feelings but she knew something was wrong. She could feel it.

“Please, have a seat.” Lucius said, motioning to his couch that sat pretty in front of the fireplace.

She sat down and was shortly joined by him, “Is something wrong Mr. Malfoy?” she asked.

“It’s from Severus. Would you like to read it?” he said, handing her the note.

It read:

Lucius,

Please bring Miss Granger to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow at exactly 1pm. There has been a terrible tragedy involving her parents. Make sure to bring Draco along as well as yourself as Rufus Scrimgeour the most annoying Minister will address you.

Yours truly,
Severus Snape

Hermione’s eyes welled up with tears. As they trickled down her cheek, they crystallized, dropping to the floor and making tiny smashing noises. She felt her body shudder with anger, but tried to overcome it.

“I’m not quite sure as to what has happened, but I will be with you the whole time. Knowing Scrimgeour, he’ll talk in a language unknown to you: idiot.” Lucius said, placing his hand on her shoulder.

She slowly looked up at him, his slate-grey orbs boring into her. She nodded and stood up, to leave the room. Draco stood as she opened the door. He half-ran over to her.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, putting his hands on her shoulders.

“I’m not sure. Something has happened to my parents and your father, myself and you are summoned at the Ministry tomorrow at one. The minister will then tell us what has happened.

that night, Hermione didn’t sleep. Whilst Draco snored softly beside her, she lay awake, staring at the ceiling wondering the endless disastrous outcomes from tomorrows meeting.

A/N a nice long chappie for you there. thank you for the reviews!