Driven

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





Chapter 13: Samhain Reunion



Two Months Later



“Draco Malfoy if I wanted to dance naked on the high table in the great hall I would bloody well do so, and there is not a blessed thing you could do about it! Don’t think for one second that just because I love you, you own me!” Hermione shouted punctuating her words with a stamp of her foot.



Ginny stood at the portrait outside the Head’s common room with her hand poised to knock. The sound of breaking glass caused her to rethink her decision. She turned to Luna, “sounds like they’re at it again.” The two girls were there to help Hermione get ready for the Halloween ball. They were the only ones who new that she had a surprise planned.



Ginny and Luna had returned to school about a month after the start of term, though a week apart. Luna’s quirky outlook on life had gotten her through her emotional trauma rather rapidly so, if her injuries hadn’t been more severe that Ginny’s she would have returned to school on time.



Ginny had returned after a visit from Harry. He had given her a metaphorical kick in the arse, telling her if she didn’t start living again that he may as well just surrender to Voldemort and be done with it. This had snapped Ginny out of her self imposed mental prison and Harry had proceeded to promise her a visit at Halloween, whispering in her ear all the naughty things he’d like to do to her in the Room of Requirement.



Draco’s raised voice drew their attention back to the argument going on behind the portrait. These rows were becoming more and more frequent as Blaise’s absence continued.



“I said no and that’s the end of it. Don’t think I won’t chain your arse to the bed. You. Are. Not. Going.” Draco replied with slightly less volume.



The two eavesdroppers assumed he must have added something else because the next sound they heard was an open palm hitting flesh. They jumped back suddenly as the portrait was wrenched open and a red faced Hermione stepped out, “Not a bloody word. I can’t talk about it,” she said taking them both by the elbow and starting down the hall.



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Draco walked into the great hall, he hadn’t bothered with a costume, and instead he simply dressed all in black. ‘Let people draw their own conclusions’ he thought to himself. He wouldn’t have attended at all if Hermione hadn’t threatened to hex him.



The long tables had been replaced with dozens of smaller round ones as was the standard for balls and such. They were draped in black with purple overlays, bats and candles floated overhead. In the center of each table, flickering cozily was a jack o’ lantern carved with a different spooky image.



Ginny stopped him at the door and directed him to sit at a table near the front of the room directly in front of the low stage that had replaced the high table. “Where’s ‘Mione?” Draco asked.



“She’ll be along,” Ginny replied grinning mischievously, then taking her seat next to Harry who had arrived earlier for the festivities. “Potter,” Draco nodded. “Malfoy,” Harry nodded.



McGonagall made a couple of announcements, and at the end of her speech, their meals appeared in front of them.



As they were eating, Draco kept glancing at the doors wondering where in the world his girlfriend was. ‘I must have pissed her right off,’ he thought, ‘well she can just stay that way because she is not going I won’t risk it. I don’t care how brilliant her plan is.



He made a halfhearted attempt to join in to the conversations around him as he ate. They had finished dinner and were starting on desert when the most of the hall went silent for a moment before a wave of hushed murmuring began. He turned towards the door to see what everyone was looking at and dropped his fork. Blaise was standing in the doorway scanning the room evidently looking for someone, when he located Draco he grinned and started across the hall.



Draco felt a burning sensation behind his eyes, ‘I will not cry here,’ he ordered himself, standing and knocking his chair over in his haste to reach Blaise. Not caring a fig what everyone would think, he crossed the distance between them and grabbed Blaise in a fierce hug.



The silence that descended was deafening. You could have heard a pin drop in the hall, they were fortunate that at that moment the flickering overhead went out only to be replaced moments later by dozens of blood red candles on the stage, set in elaborate candelabras. As a violin began to play a hauntingly disturbing melody, a lilting voice floated over the crowd, though untrained and not technically perfect, it demanded attention.



If you want to know how

To fly high, then go now

To the place where all the concubines...



The source of the voice stepped into the glow of the candles. Black corset top, black skirt that hung in shreds down to her knees, black patent leather thigh high boots. The only thing that broke up the black was the green silk ribbon at her throat with matching bands around her upper arms. Chestnut hair finely streaked with black and red hung sleekly to her waist.



Meet and converse with them

Marvel at their pale skin

Wonder how they chew on their pointy...



Her eyes were a shade of unnatural blue that was difficult to look at for too long. Her canines had been lengthened ever so slightly for a fang like appearance. The overall effect was eerie, but it was the face that caused gasps and hushed exclamations to move through the crowd.



Teeth and hair are beauty

They know it's their duty

To be countess in their hearts and their...



As Draco took Blaise by the hand and walked him back to his table, their eyes never left the girl on stage. They were speechless, transfixed by the transformation. All around them they heard disbelieving whispers, ‘Is that Hermione Granger?’ and, ‘Merlin that’s Hermione Granger ’and, ‘She’s bloody hot.’ Blaise cuffed the maker of that statement over the head as he passed him.



Minds that have to whisper

See in them a sister

Look into their eyes and you'll become

Transylvanian Concubine

You know what flows here like wine.



Blaise slid into the empty seat at Draco’s table, which Draco assumed had been intended for Hermione. Not once did they look away from the stage.



Sorrow is their master

Cackling with laughter

Now he's having just one piece of...



Hermione continued her very out of character performance; she didn’t look at the audience but stared at something invisible in the distance head cocked to one side. She appeared to be oblivious to the crowd, adding to the spooky feel of the whole performance.



Cakey is their make-up

Catholics try to shake up

All the things that form their lives, but they're…

Dead, the sigh is their song

They know what they do is wrong.

Stay here with us, it's just time.

Transylvanian Concubine



Just before the last verse as the violin played alone, Hermione swept her gaze across the audience. Many people got chills when they felt that gaze fall upon them there was something very frightening about the color of her eyes. She gasped visibly when she saw Blaise sitting beside Draco, slipping out of character for a moment before continuing with the song.



Candelabra's lighted

Satan has been sighted

Never has there been an evening like...

This is what they wanted

Always to feel hunted

You can never be too rich or too...



As she began the climax of the song tears began to slide down her face. Her voice never faltered, and her eyes never left Blaise’s face. This had become a private performance, the crowd in the Great Hall all but forgotten.



Thin. The blood has run out.

Fangs ruin a cute pout

Morning has come now they've flown

What have you learned from what has been shown?



As the final notes faded away the candle on the stage went out plunging the hall into darkness. When the glow from the candles had returned the hall erupted into applause, but five people were missing.

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“Where are we going Harry?” Ginny asked, the gauzy wings of her fairy costume fluttering behind her, as he rushed her through the castle.



“Do you remember what I told you in St. Mungo’s?” He replied.



“Oh,” she whispered as the memory of that day rushed back to her.



****Flashback****



Ginny was staring out the window of her room at St. Mungo’s; she had done the same thing everyday since she felt physically well enough to get out of bed. Mentally and emotionally she was still numb, except when she was dreaming. Even the potions didn’t keep the nightmares away; she woke up nightly screaming in terror.



Harry stood in the doorway, and took a deep breath to prepare him for what he was about to do. He wanted to gather her in his arms and never let go but he had a war to fight. He walked across the room and placed his hand on her shoulder resisting the urge to stroke her long red hair.



“Hullo Harry,” she said flatly without turning to see who was standing behind her. He tightened his grip on her shoulder and spun her around in the chair, before pulling her to her feet and up on her toes so she was at his eye level.



“Ginny you have to snap the fuck out of this. This is not going to make it go away. You were attacked you were violated. Believe me if I could kill the son of a bitch again I’d do it. You have to accept what happened. It’s okay to break down I’ll stay here with you, but you can’t keep bottling it all up like this.” Harry paused lowering her to her feet her eyes were already filled with tears.



He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her on the forehead. Lowering his voice, he spoke more gently, “You are one of the only things I have left in this world. People I love keep dying Ginny I need you to live. Give me a reason to win this fight and come home to you. If I lose you I may as well find a white flag and turn myself into the first available Death Eater.”



Ginny sunk to the floor sobbing and Harry dropped to his knees and gathered her in his arms, “that’s good love, let it all out. I’m right here.” He rocked her for what seemed like hours until she fell asleep on his lap. He lifted her, laid her down on the bed, and stretched out beside her. When she stirred, he started to whisper in her ear…



*****End Flashback*****



They made it as far as the huge entry hall before Hermione pounced on Blaise. She jumped into his arms and wrapped her boot-clad legs around his waist, kissing every inch of skin she could reach. She was pointedly ignoring Draco.



Laughing Blaise pried her off of him and set her on her feet, “Gods Mya, were you on a mission to kill every male in the castle when you picked this costume?” He turned her in a mock pirouette so he could fully appreciate her attire, “As much as I would like to peel all of this off of you and ravish you right here I suppose we should go to someone’s room first.”



Hermione took his hand and started in the direction of the Head’s common room without sparing Draco a glance. Blaise looked back and forth between the two of them fully aware that something was wrong. He determined to get to the bottom of it as soon as they had some privacy.



When they had gone through the portrait hole and closed it behind them, Blaise decided it was time to get it over with, “Right, you two what the hell is going on? I’ve been gone for all of two months and you revert to acting like eleven year olds. Someone better start explaining.”



“Why don’t you tell him Draco,” Hermione began her voice dripping with sarcasm, “since it appears that I’m incapable of making my own decisions.” She stood there, with her hands on her hips looking far more menacing than usual in her costume.



Draco looked at her with something unreadable in his eyes that she didn’t think was simple anger. He kept his gaze level with hers as he started, “about a month ago, we were called back to London for a meeting with the Order. My father and Uncle Severus were both there. My father turned spy shortly after the revel. Apparently, the Dark Lord has been made aware of my relationship with Hermione. Naturally he assumed that I had initiated this relationship to infiltrate Potter’s inner circle and put myself in his good graces.”



Blaise visibly blanched at this turn of events and Draco continued, answering his unspoken questions. “Though Voldemort was “impressed” by my ingenuity, he does not believe that Hermione will willingly give me any information that would put Potter in danger. Therefore, he has ordered my father, and godfather to abduct her on the next Hogsmede weekend. Actually Hermione, love why don’t you tell Blaise about your “brilliant” plan.”



Hermione crossed the room and stood in front of Draco, in her heels, she was almost at eyelevel with him and she poked him in the chest with her index finger. “You know darling,” she spat, “I have had enough of your crap. All I have heard for the past two weeks is how this will affect YOU! Of course, it’s dangerous, of course, I’m scared, and I’d have to be dim not to be. But what I am not, is a coward. I am not going to go hide when I have an opportunity to make a difference. This is pointless because as of this morning it was taken out of our hands. I’ve officially been given a mission by the order and regardless of your opinion I AM going.”



She turned to Blaise who had moved in, feeling that he may have to break up a fight and kissed him on the cheek. She whispered in his ear, “I am so happy you’re here and alive, I love you,” and then returning her voice to normal. “I’ll let Draco fill you in on the details. Your room is on the left. I’m going to turn in now I’m really rather knackered, I’ll see you in the morning.



She turned and headed through her bedroom door and started to close it. Draco wedged his foot in the door and shoved it back open. Hermione staggered back a few steps and glared at him, reaching into her top she pulled out her wand an pointed it at him. He stalked across the room until the point of her wand was poking him in the chest, silently daring her to use it.



“D’you have any idea what you’ve signed yourself up for, you foolish, foolish girl. If he doesn’t kill you outright, or make you into his plaything, he’ll mark you. Oh I know you’ve been injured before, you assume that you can deal with the pain. Shall I describe it for you love?” He was obviously trying to scare her into backing out but she didn’t so much as flinch.



“Enough!” Blaise shouted. He pushed Draco out of the way and divested Hermione of her wand. He gripped her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes, “What are you trying to prove love? We both know you’re brave, brilliant, and beautiful. Draco’s not trying to demean you love. In his own stupid way, he is trying to explain to you what it would do to us if anything happened to you. We can’t guarantee your safety; hell, we can’t guarantee our own safety. I just lost two months of my life because of that monster.”



She turned away from them both, wrapping her arms around her chest and spoke softly, “I have to do this. I love you both more than you can imagine, but I am responsible for myself. I spent two weeks working out this plan before I presented it to the Order. Obviously, it’s sound enough for them to approve. You’re both too emotional where it concerns me, not to mention each other. That’s why Lucius and Severus will be taking me before Voldemort next weekend.” It was obvious that she was crying at this point and both boys walked over and wrapped their arms around her.



“I’m sorry Mione, I know you’ve thought this through, and if you thought that there was any other solution you’d take it. It’s just that the thought of that evil bastard getting anywhere near you makes me so angry. I’m sorry I’ve taken it out on you; I’m a right wanker.” Draco murmured in her ear, her lip twitched. Blaise stroked her other ear with his tongue and she gasped.



They were rapidly loosening the laces on her corset, and as her breasts spilled out of it they lowered there heads, and each sucked a nipple into their mouths. Her knees buckled, but they held her up between them. She pushed them off of her and stood back, looking at them both with eyes still shiny with tears. Walking up to Draco, she caressed his cheek with the back of her hand, “I’m sorry I hit you earlier love.” He pulled her against him and crushed her lips with his own.



When she pulled back she turned to Blaise, fisting her hands in his hair she pulled him down for a searing kiss. She slid her hands down his back and pulled his shirt up and over his head before dropping to her knees in front of him and making quick work of his belt and pants. She looked up at him as she reached for the waist band of his boxers, quietly muttering a wandless spell that changed her eyes from icy blue, to whiskey brown, and returned her hair and teeth to their normal state.



You build me up

You knock me down

Provoke a smile

And make me frown

You are the queen of runaround

You know it's true



Blaise marveled at the level of magic Hermione was using, though he became incapable of forming any intelligent though as she pulled down his shorts and released his aching cock. He had been hard and ready since he laid eyes on Draco in the Great Hall an hour ago, and he twitched as she looked at his penis like it was a giant slice of chocolate gateau.



You chew me up

And spit me out

Enjoy the taste

I leave in your mouth

You look at me

I look at you

Neither of us knows what to do



Hermione took a deep breath, realizing she had never done this before; oh, she wanted to, she was just a little nervous about how she was going to do it. As if sensing her anxiety, Draco walked up beside her and smoothed her hair, “Wrap your left hand around the base love,” she did as he said, though she couldn’t close her fist around him. “This is not something you can think yourself through, do what you feel. Use your instincts,” Draco instructed.



There may not

Be another way to your heart

So I guess I'd better find a new way in

I shiver when I hear your name

Think about you but it's not the same

I won't be satisfied 'till I'm under your skin



Hermione slowly slid her fist from the base up his shaft before skimming the tip with her thumb. Encouraged by the noises he was making she repeated the process, tightening her grip as her confidence increased. Around the fifth or so stroke, she saw a bead of moisture squeeze out of the tip of his erection. Going with her impulse, she bent her head forward and licked at the moisture, it was salty, unlike anything she had ever tasted, and she sucked him into her mouth without even thinking about it.



Immobilized by the thought of you

Paralyzed by the sight of you

Hypnotized by the words you say

Not true but I believe 'em anyway



Blaise groaned, and Draco, who had moved around behind him, wrapped his arms around him to keep him upright when his knees gave out. With the dual assault he was quickly driven very close to the edge, “Stop!” he growled, pulling Hermione to her feet and kissing her deeply. He scooped her up and tossed her onto her bed, he unzipped her boots and kissed his way down her legs as he slowly pulled them off. Her skirt came off next and he looked up at her, eyes dark with lust, when he realized she wore nothing beneath them.



So come to bed it's getting late

There's no more time for us to waste

Remember how my body tastes

You feel your heart begin to race





Hermione slid fully onto the bed, silently beckoning him to follow her. Blaise crawled onto the bed an up her body, claiming her mouth while he nudged her knees apart with his own. He reached between them to make sure she was ready and she gasped, arching off the bed as he gathered her moisture and spread it circling her clit several times before removing his hand.



There may not

Be another way to your heart

So I guess I'd better find a new way in

I shiver when I hear your name

Think about you but it's not the same

I won't be satisfied 'till I'm under your skin



Her whimper of protest became a moan as he slowly pushed into her. She made cooing noises and held onto him like he was going to disappear as he stroked into her. Draco smiled at her over Blaise’s shoulder as he climbed onto the bed behind him. Blaise gasped and stilled as Draco kissed each one of his vertebrae starting at the nape of his neck and working steadily downward. He groaned as a well-lubricated finger slid into him, and jerked into Hermione, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Draco added another finger and pumped them stretching the tight muscles.



There may not

Be another way to your heart

So I guess I'd better find a new way in

I shiver when I hear your name

Think about you but it's not the same

I won't be satisfied 'till I'm under your skin



“Now!” Blaise pleaded, and Draco withdrew his fingers replacing them with the head of his erection and pushing firmly forward. Both boys groaned and all three held still for a moment as Blaise adjusted. Finally, Blaise slowly pulled out of Hermione and Draco slowly pulled out of Blaise, and they both slammed forward. Blaise hooked Hermione’s knees over his elbows to get better leverage as they picked up the pace, the new angle bumping him into her clit on every stroke.



There may not

Be another way to your heart

So I guess I'd better find a new way in

I shiver when I hear your name

Think about you but it's not the same

I won't be satisfied 'till I'm under your skin



Hermione panted, knowing she was about to go, holding on for the last possible moment, wanting to prolong the moment just before climax where the pleasure bordered on pain. She was practically hyperventilating and Blaise looked down at her flushed face, “Let go love. You look so beautiful,” he breathed. Draco pushed him forward and caught her lips with his own, Blaise sucked her earlobe into his mouth, and she let go of the cliff, free falling into bliss.

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Harry said the password to get them into the Room of Requirement and pulled Ginny through the door behind him. She gasped as she realized where they were. It was her room at the borough, though without the constant threat of interruption. Candles covered every surface besides the bed and floor and her eyes filled with tears.



Harry thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her red hair hung halfway down her back and she had transfigured her ears to point up at the top. Her fairy costume was many shades of shimmering green; she had glitter dusted on all of her exposed skin and she had used sparkly purple eye makeup to offset the green of her eyes. The effect was stunning.



He walked up to her and ran his hands over her face, through her hair and down her arms, before dropping to one knee. “Harry, what are you doing?” Ginny asked breathlessly.



“Ginny Weasley, I thought that in order to keep you safe we needed to separated. I almost lost you anyway. I want to know that you’re mine alone and that you’ll be here when I need you. I want you to know that I’m yours alone and that I’ll come when you need me. Ginny will you marry me.” He said with tears in his eyes.



Ginny was sobbing so hard that all she could do was nod emphatically. Harry stood up and gathered her in his arms their tears mingling as he kissed her soundly. He reached behind her and slid the zipper down between her wings, the tears continuing to fall as he slipped the costume from her shoulders and gazed upon her. She helped him out of his costume, blushing shyly at what was revealed.



Harry scooped her up in his arms and gently laid her down on the bed, stretching out beside her. He wasn’t sure where to start having no more experience than she did, but when he saw what she was avidly staring at he gently took her hand and placed it on him, curling her small fingers around and showing her what he liked. She licked her lips as she concentrated on what she was doing and he was lost. He reached up and cupped her face, pouring all the love he had for her into the kiss. He had dreamt of her breasts for ages, now faced with them in all their glory he couldn’t resist bending down and taking one cinnamon colored nipple into his mouth.



Ginny gasped and tightened her grip on his penis, causing him to grin around her nipple, ‘oh she liked that she did,’ he thought to himself, ‘okay I can do this.’ He slid his hand down her torso, into her ginger curls, down her thighs, and gently pried her knees apart. She unconsciously opened farther for him as he slid one finger inside her, forgetting to stroke him altogether.



He added another finger and experimented with different ways to move them inside her. She was quickly writhing beneath him, “Harry (pant), please (pant), I need….”



Harry settled himself on his knees between her legs and grasped him self in his hand, he had heard all about some of his friends first attempts at this and he was leaving nothing to chance. He spread her with one hand as he place the tip of his cock at her entrance with the other and pushed forward just enough to lodge himself inside before lowering him self onto her.



Ginny had no illusions about what was about to happen and she took matters into her own hands linking her ankles at the small of his back and forcing him to thrust home in one fast stroke. She cried out and Harry froze, “Oh my Gods Ginny, why did you do that?”



She took a couple of deep breaths and looked up at him, “It’s okay love, it’s like ripping a plaster off you have to do it quickly and not think about it too much. Now, make love to me.” He kissed her forehead and pulled out slowly before sliding back in, they both groaned at the new sensations.



Harry knew he wasn’t going to last very long so he reached between them to help her along. She was soon clamping down on him and he thrust half a dozen more times before following her, gathering her in his arms as he collapsed at her side.



When their breathing had evened out, he smoothed her very tousled hair back from her forehead, “Are you okay?” “Mmm… Sore but in a good way, and so very happy,” she replied dreamily.



Harry reached for the bedside table and picked up the box he had pulled from his pocket as she was undressing him. He opened it and coaxed her to open her eyes. Inside the box was a square cut ruby ring set in a woven band of platinum and gold. “Ooh!” she gasped, “Harry, it’s beautiful.”



Harry pulled it out of the box and slipped it on her finger, he then placed her palm over his heart before placing his over hers, “You are my heart Ginny.”



“And you are mine Harry Potter”

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A/N: I went a little smut crazy towards the end there but I also made myself cry while I was writing this chapter so all in all I am soooo much happier with this chapter than with the last.



The lyrics in this chapter were from two songs; the first was “Transylvanian Concubine” by Rasputina. This is from the BTVS sound track and if you have ever heard it is so perfectly fits that scene. Go find it if you haven’t it is a cool but very twisted song. The second song was “Shiver” by Maroon five. I use songs to set the mood. The songs I use are usually the inspiration for the scene in which I use them. I tend to listen to the songs repeatedly while I am writing the chapter.