The Prime Princess

The Head Boy was lurking around in Owlery in hopes to catch someone sending letters in the middle of the night. Actually that was only an excuse to find something to do while going insane bit by bit. Hermione had been missing since the end of the game with Ravenclaw. He had pushed Goldstein into corner and demanded some answers but that twit was clueless like a goat sucking a lollipop. So, he had turned to the Golden Trio to find something out. Draco knew that Hermione had some troubles with the little Weasel and that was quite strong argument to deduct some house-points.

Professors weren’t much more helpful either. Professor Trelawney had come down from her tower only to say, that she had foreseen young Ariston’s dreadful end long time ago. Professor McGonagall had tackled her out of the Great Hall and Headmaster had only grinned foolishly while trying to get frightened students under control. Professor Snape hadn’t even showed up to Great Hall and spent most of his time calming down Mr. and Mrs. Ariston. Lucius was always around like a hellhound, telling he was there on duty as being the school’s governor.

Taking out the Marauders Map, Draco looked over it again and spotted Colin and Dennis Creevey out of the dorms and figured he might just play the big bad Head Boy on them when he noticed a dot outside the castle. Showing some light with the wand, he read “HERA”. Gasping for air, he looked closely were exactly the spot was and then stuffed the map back into his robes pocket.

Running down the staircase, Draco rushed past scheming Peeves who yelled some nasty things after him. Getting out of enchanted door on the side of the castle, he hurried to lakes shoreline. It was sleeting outside and the mixture of rain and snow had covered the landscape with slippery substance. Skidding to the halt, he almost crashed over the unmoving form that was covered with sleet, thoroughly soaked and was suffering from hypothermia.

“Mione?” he dared to ask and rolled the muddy figure to its backside. “Oh, thank Merlin, I found you,” Draco whispered and cradled her for a second before he lifted her up to his hands and carried back to castle. She felt so light in his arms and he feared the worst.

“No Pomfrey… No doctors…” came a weak murmur from her lips that made Draco inhale sharply. He looked down on her and bite his lip for not to start screaming about her carelessness of her health, that she might have died if… Draco even didn’t want to think about what have might happened if he hadn’t noticed her on the map. By the morning she’d have been an ice cube. Pushing past Entrance Hall’s huge doors, he looked around to find a solution. Thinking quickly, he headed to a corridor leading him to Prefects Bathroom, the same one where he had once stepped on naked Hermione. Stepping in, he made sure no one was there or was going to bother them afterwards.

“Come on, Mione,” urged Draco as he laid her down and pushed a rolled up towel under her head for a pillow. “Stay with me.”

Pointing his wand at huge pool-size bathtub, he cast a spell to open the taps and fill up the bath. While waiting, he started to remove her wet and muddy Quidditch uniform. Maybe in different circumstances that would have been enjoyable but right now Draco was only able to think of melting the poor witch up. And not in any sexual way.

“Dead… she killed them…” muttered Hermione and grasped at his hand as it was unlacing her tackle corset. Draco froze for a moment and looked her ashen face. She must be hallucinating, figured Draco and bite the corner of his mouth. Maybe he really should get her to Pomfrey but knowing Hermione, he’d be hexed to next century on the day she’s released.

“Hush, sweetie,” he managed to say in a soft voice that didn’t even scare himself. Removing the body armor, his hands came to contact with her skin. The lovely silky skin he had always yearned to feel under his hands, next to his own skin. Burning from desire…

Right, no time for that sorts of ideas! Draco swallowed his wildly growing thoughts and lifted half naked Hermione up and walked right into the warm water and settled down with her in his lap. He hadn’t even bothered to remove his own clothes that were wet anyway from the nasty stuff raining outside. The warmth felt like hellish hot to Hermione who had finally started to wake up and wanted to escape from Draco’s grip. She writhed in his arms, moaned and shivered violently as the cold blood mixed with warmed blood.

“Stay put,” growled Draco and wrestled with the witch to finally capture her wrists and make her soak in the shallow water. The color returned to her face and also the spunk to fight with Draco. About 20 minutes later the violent shivering was gone and Hermione was all languid and very much relaxed. Lazy and sleepy Hermione curled herself around Draco and hummed contently like big cat after a good meal. Something inside her wanted to purr of delight as Draco accioed a bottle of cinnamon shampoo and started to scrub her hair. Excited of the chance to be so close to her again, he didn’t notice when his hands had gone wondering. Only an emerald green lacy bra separated him from rolling her rosy peak between his fingers.

“There, all clean again,” told Draco and tried to ignore his aroused state. Hermione opened her eyes and looked hazily at him.

“What?” she mumbled a question. Draco smirked and like in a daydream he leaned closer and kissed her. For a second she was startled but then responded eagerly reaching her hands over his broad shoulders and entwining her fingers into his white-blond hair. Pulling her straddling into his lap, Draco slithered his arms around her and kept the witch flushed against him, wanting to be as close as possible.

Pulling apart for air, Hermione stared at Draco. He had desire driven blush on his pale cheeks, darkened stormy eyes full of want and need, his breathing was uneven as he gasped frantically.

“Mione,” moaned Draco as his hands drifted over her soft and plump ass.

“Malfoy,” hissed Hermione suddenly coming to her senses and pushed away from him. “Well, this is quite unexpected,” she told and recognized the bathroom. She was back in Hogwarts.

“What?” said Draco innocently as Hermione waltzed through the water and stepped out of the bathtub.

“I remember the game, catching the Snitch but not getting into tub with you!” she said in rather accusing tone as she pulled on a fluffy bathrobe, a pink one. Turning around, she eyed him suspiciously. Draco stood up, drenched as a drowned rat and slicked his hair back.

“You’ve been missing for two days,” he told in quite annoyed tone. Hermione’s face went blank. All the lost memories came back in a rush and almost hit her to the ground.

“Two days?” muttered Hermione. “So, all this is true…”

Draco got out of the bathtub and walked next to her, concerned about her talk. She didn’t sound fine.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded and grabbed at her shoulders, turning her to face him.

“Marshals, Saga, she killed… Oh Merlin! I have to go!” babbled Hermione and ripped herself free. Getting away from him, she walked slowly to the door and looked back then. Draco held himself still for a second when he noticed the distant look on her face like she really wasn’t there at all. Absentminded shine dulled her usually flaming eyes.

“Wait!” yelled Draco and sprinted after her. Hermione had drifted out of the door and was padding down the corridor, her long wet curls swaying behind her. Draco got next to her and kept up with her pace.

“Mione, you are not yourself,” he stated the obvious and continued, “What happened to you? Where were you? For Merlin’s sake, talk to me!” demanded Draco and grabbed at her forearm and yanked her to face him. She was hollow inside and dead to the world.

Hermione just looked at him or actually looked past him and still she didn’t see anything. Draco wanted to shake her hard, hoping to beat some sanity into her.

“I… I have to find Snape,” stammered Hermione in shaky voice. Pale eyebrow rose and Draco was taken aback. What about him, Draco? Hello, did she even saw him?

“Mione!” came a surprised masculine yelp and under Draco’s eyes she became alive.

“Lucius!” shrieked Hermione and twisted out of Draco’s hands. The governor of the Hogwarts rushed in long strides to her and engulfed her into his embrace. Hermione snuggled as close to him as possible while Draco retreated in disgust.

Creeping into sinister shadows, Draco lurked in hallways aimlessly. He had found her and he had lost her. World became once more a darker place. After a long walk he had found the painting leading to Heads dorm. Staring at Charon rowing his boat of bones over the river of Styx.

“Password,” asked the underworld boatman.

“Memento mori,” told Draco and stepped inside. Cringing his nose at seeing items belonging to Granger as he walked across the common room. He had no wish to touch stuff that was soiled by a mudblood. Books, quills and unfinished papers laid around on several surfaces that sickened Draco.

“Never cleans up after herself,” muttered Draco and drew out his wand. “Evanesce!”

Walking up the stairs to the door that carried the crest of Malfoy’s House, Draco said another password, “Live well, and die standing.” Closing his eyes, Draco entered to his den of dark luxury. Torches lit themselves as he walked over to his four-poster and slumped into mattress. Burying his face into emerald silk sheet, he wanted to suffocate himself because of images that ran through his head. In his vivid imagination Hermione was with his farther… Kissing him, caressing, fucking…
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Lucius pushed past Snape and kicked the door close with the heel of his boot. Potion Master was bit disturbed by his action but when he noticed the witch clutching to his side, he actually snorted and then started to laugh and hugged them both, crushing Hermione between two wizards.

“You found her,” exclaimed Snape in amazement and stepped back to look at the young witch wearing pink bathrobe. Hermione turned and looked tentatively at him. Snape coughed and gathered his prim composure.

“Yes!” laughed Lucius and smothered her with a continuing hug. “She was with my son on the fifth floor and by the look of it, coming out of Prefects Bathroom arguing.”

Snape continued to look at Hermione, inside her… past her Prime Princess cover. He was welcomed in as a malicious smile graced her pale face with wickedly twinkling eyes that shined silvery in a dim light.

‘What are ya lookin’ for, Sir?’ a hollow question rang inside Snape’s head.

‘Of what you’ve become,’ answered Snape to a young warrior standing in the middle of a battlefield he had never seen before. He looked around and saw countless fighters darting over the grim sky shooting down enemy’s ships. The scorched ground was littered with burning wrecks and between them combats took place. He heard a blaring sound of cello band playing the death symphony – Apocalyptica.

Two big guns were shoved right into Snape’s face as he turned to look again the warrior goddess. She looked menacing, cruel and very much ready to blast a hole through his head.

‘You have found your answer, now get lost,’ told the warrior and took off the safety of her guns in a warning manner, giving him a hint to really get away as quickly as possible.

Pulling himself out of Hermione’s mind, Snape got a severe headache as he looked once more at her and then Lucius. The witch between his arms smirked at Snape and turned around to reach up and give him a sounding kiss.