What a Witch Needs

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Where We Stand

During potions class, Snape announced to Slytherin House that there would be a meeting in the Slytherin common room that evening at 8:00 p.m. sharp. Draco’s gut clenched at these words as he wondered if Snape would expose or even hint at Draco’s duplicity. He was still much shaken about Snape taking his memories last night. He no longer felt sure he could trust his Godfather any longer. All was changing in such a short amount of time.

Harry kept glancing at Draco during class as he, too, noticed how Draco had not been himself. Harry slipped him a note, discreetly, asking, "What’s wrong?"

Draco wrote back, "Follow me after class."

After class, Harry followed Draco from a discrete distance. Hermione had missed a good portion of class when she had been called into Dumbledore’s office around an hour ago. Harry also wondered what that was all about. She had not yet returned.

Draco turned towards a part of the dungeon that was rarely used and ducked into a private alcove. Harry looked around to make sure no one was behind him and then stepped into the alcove as well. Draco was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed and a worried frown across his face. Harry stepped up close to him, placing a hand on Draco’s hip as he asked, "What’s the matter?"

"Snape’s been spying on us all week during detention," Draco stated, angrily.

"What?!" Harry exclaimed. "That fucker!" Harry ran his hand through his hair and began pacing the alcove. "Did he tell you that?"

Draco shook his head and told Harry about walking into Snape’s office and seeing the ‘mirror.’ "And that’s not all," Draco continued. "He attacked my mind, Harry! He made me feel like I’m the enemy now that I’m close to you and Hermione. It really shook me up."

Harry looked at him in understanding, "Yeah, I know how it feels. Those remedial potions classes you thought I was taking last year were really Occlumency lessons. He was teaching me how to block that kind of mind fuck."

"Really?" said Draco, surprised. "Why would he do that?"

"Dumbledore ordered him to do it," Harry replied. "Voldemort figured out he could get into my mind just as I could get into his."

"Damn, Harry, you can read the Dark Lord’s mind?"

"It was more like being in his mind and feeling his feelings," Harry explained. "Anyway, back to Snape, are you worried about him telling your dad about us?"

"Yeah, there’s that. But, Harry, he also knows you’re a Dark Lord," Draco warned.

"I know he does," Harry replied. "All the professors do," Harry added, hopping he would not have to explain about the Order of the Phoenix. "It’s not really that big of a secret anymore. Dumbledore told me that it’s going to have to be known by everyone eventually. I’m just not looking forward to how people might react."

Draco stuck out his arms and pulled Harry to him. Harry let his body press against Draco’s warmth as the blonde boy’s arms went around his waist and his lips descended for a long, delicious kiss. Harry groaned in his mouth, feeling his cock harden against Draco’s already apparent arousal.

"You want to know what I think?" Draco rasped, breaking the kiss.

"Yeah, what do you think?" Harry whispered, his forehead pressed against Draco’s and his hips grinding against the sexy Slytherin.

"I think it’s fucking hot that you’re a Dark Lord. Do you have any idea how much it turns me on?" Draco breathed onto Harry’s wet lips.

"That’s because you’re from a family of dark wizards," Harry replied, sticking out his tongue, swiping Draco’s tasty lips. "I’m thinking of everyone else."

"Fuck everyone else. What do they matter?" Draco whispered, urgently.

Harry lifted his face, looking in his lover’s eyes. "It matters to me. I may lose a lot of friends when they find out."

"Then they really weren’t good friends to begin with," Draco retorted, giving Harry a peck on the lips for emphasis.

"Draco," Harry smirked, "think about what you just said and apply it to yourself."

"It’s not the same, Harry, there’s more going on than you know. And now I think Snape knows,” Draco signed, worriedly.

"Tell me," Harry coaxed.

Draco moved from Harry’s embrace, taking his turn to pace the alcove. "Harry, my father has been trying to get us, the Slytherins, to hurt you and everyone in the D.A. But so far I’ve been able to stop it from happening." He turned to look at Harry’s confused face. "I’m even more of a traitor to my father than he knows," Draco admitted, anguished. "I hate him, Harry. He doesn’t even seemed concerned that one of us can go to prison for doing this. All he cares about is doing the Dark Lord’s bidding, at any cost."

"Why haven’t you told me this before?" Harry asked, softly.

"Because I had to be sure," Draco replied, feeling raw and exposed.

"Sure of what?"

Draco took a deep breath. "I had to be sure that you and Hermione felt something for me. That I wasn’t just someone you’re fucking. That… that… we have something… more." Draco looked at Harry’s face, trying to read some kind of emotion from it.

Then he looked away, his heart pounding, and asked, "Is it? Is this something more?"

Harry was amazed at having this conversation at all. He thought it was all very obvious between them. He didn’t realize how vulnerable Draco was feeling. He had just assumed that Draco knew how they felt about him.

"Come here," Harry motioned.

Draco moved in front of Harry but would not meet his eyes. He was afraid of what he might find in them. Why did he have to ask it? Gods, he was a fool.

Harry hooked a finger in the top of Draco’s trousers and pulled him closer. "I know we haven’t discussed this before," Harry began. "But I want you to know that I consider you my boyfriend. That might sound gay, whatever. This is all new for me, too. But you’re the only bloke I want and Hermione’s the only girl I want. If that’s what you want, too, then I expect you to stay true to us and not fuck around."

Draco glanced up at him, seemingly happy at Harry’s words. "You think I would cheat on a Dark Lord?"

Harry shrugged. "I don’t care about the Dark Lord thing. I just want to know what you want."

"I want you, and Hermione, and I wish to fucking hell that I didn’t have to hide it! I wish I could touch you both, anytime I want, and not have it be front page news," Draco fumed.

Harry slipped a hand behind Draco’s head and pulled him towards his lips for a kiss, muttering, "Then let’s not hide it."

Draco pulled away, looking at Harry in shock. "You’re bloody mad! I’d be dead meat, Harry. The Slytherins would strangle me in my sleep, not to mention what my father would do."

Harry’s face darkened. "I’d like to see them try! No one’s going to hurt you, Draco, not as long as I’m around. And I hear that I’m pretty tough to kill." Harry smirked, hoping to make the blonde feel better.

Draco, however, felt touched by Harry’s words. He stood completely still, looking at Harry introspectively. "You’re going to protect me?" he questioned, humbled. Draco turned away from Harry, swiping his wet eyes with his hand before Harry could see how much his words had touched him.

Harry stepped behind him and wrapped his arms around Draco. "I protect what’s mine. And that’s what you are - mine."

Draco shut his eyes and tilted his head backwards against Harry’s cheek, taking a deep, comforting breath. Could it be true? Draco’s life had always been one of trusting no one but himself. Everyone lied to save their own skins, everyone deceived to better their own positions.

But what was this? He found his paradigm shifting lately, being replaced with something bigger than he, himself, alone. Was it foolish to trust? But it seemed even more foolish to not trust. Just how that was, he couldn’t define.

"I’ll think about this coming out thing, Harry. I want to see what Snape’s up to first. The timing would have to be right. I’m not sure when that will be."

"Whenever you’re ready," Harry replied, placing a reassuring kiss on Draco’s neck.

OOOOOOO

The Slytherins gathered in their common room while Professor Snape kept order among them, waiting for Dumbledore. Eyes darted nervously about in question, but the man said nothing.

"Sir," ventured Millicent, "we are all here. Can the meeting start?"

"It is not I who wishes to speak to you. It is the Headmaster we await," Snape replied, coolly. He glanced at Draco who stood off to one side, not looking as confident as he usually did. The portrait hole opened and Dumbledore stepped through, situating himself near the fire, not far from where Lucius spoke to them not too long ago.

"Good evening," Dumbledore began. "I’ll get right to the point so that you may go back to your studies. I know you have much to do."

No one answered him. Blank stares of impatience greeted him. He knew that most of the Slytherins had taken on the viewpoints of their parents and they did not see the Headmaster in a favorable light. Dumbledore was used to their hidden dislike, however.

"There have been rumors that Slytherin house has been asked to perform some hurtful acts against other students," Dumbledore said, right to the point.

The students looked at one other sharply, wondering who the tattle was. Draco glanced briefly at Snape, their eyes meeting quickly.

"I told myself that this just couldn’t be true," Dumbledore continued. "Such fine individuals as yourselves would never stoop so low as to risk your futures in that way. Nonetheless, I feel it prudent to say, that if by some chance this rumor were true, then any mishap happening to anyone at Hogwarts would not go uninvestigated." He looked around the room, slowly, for effect, catching the eye of everyone in turn. "The consequences for committing such crimes would be severe." Again, he scanned the room with a piercing gaze. He nodded and said, “Now that I have made myself clear, I wish you all a good night." Dumbledore turned and left the common room and Snape followed.

As soon as the portrait closed behind the two professors, Draco said, “It looks like we have a leak." The others looked at him, and at each other, as if the guilty party would stand and make themselves known.

"What do we do?" someone asked.

"I don’t want to go to prison," said another.

"Or expelled," said yet another.

Draco pretended to be deep thought as they waited for him to speak. But it was already clear to him that this little meeting would work to his advantage. "We do nothing, for now. No one discusses this matter with anyone. No more plans or ideas, nothing. After the holiday over, we’ll talk again."

"Won’t the Dark Lord or your father be upset with us?" Crabbe asked.

"Don’t worry about them," Draco replied. "I’ll deal with it. Just keep your mouths shut about everything. I mean that. Obviously, one of you was overheard." Everyone looked accusingly at each other again.

"Meeting over," stated Draco. He intended to leave the common room, not wanting to have any more questions.

Pansy watched him carefully as he left. Draco always seemed to be in a hurry to leave their presence lately, and she suspected that he was meeting his new lover. Pansy got up to follow him, determined to find out who stole him from her.

OOOOOOOO

Draco hurried down the hallway towards the prefects’ common room. He found himself drawn to this side of the castle more and more lately. He realized it was because this room was closer to Gryffindor Tower and he had more chances of bumping into his lovers here than in Slytherin territory.

As he approached the room, the door opened and Hermione stepped out in her bedclothes, obviously having just taken a bath, her damp locks flowing over her white dressing gown. She was startled to see someone standing there at first, and then smiled, happily.

"Hello," she grinned. "Looking for someone?"

He walked right into her, picking her up in his arms as she squealed with surprise. He walked her straight into the room she had just emerged from and shut the door behind him with his foot. Bending his head, he caught her lips in a passionate kiss while he carried her to the sofa in front of the fire, and placed her gently down.

"Draco!" she laughed. "We can’t mess around here. Other prefects could walk in."

He hadn’t said a word to her yet, bending down and grabbing the belt of her bathrobe, untying it with one hand and opening it to view her white nightgown underneath. He sat himself on the edge of the sofa, next to her body, and ran a hand over her breasts, flicking his fingers at her nipple through the fabric. He descended for a kiss while his fingers deftly unfastened the buttons of her gown, stroking at the side of her breast.

"Draco," her breathy voice whispered between kisses. She began to move her hips in a waving motion as her insides fluttered with anticipation. He kissed down the side of her neck, peeling away her unbuttoned bodice to the side, exposing her breasts and giving him a straight runway down to her straining nipple. Her hand pressed the back of his head as he covered one peak with his mouth and sucked it in, rolling its hard nub along his tongue.

His free hand began to travel down her belly and over her aching mound, causing her to moan with need. He raised his lust-filled eyes to hers and said, "Harry said I was his boyfriend today." Hermione nodded. Harry must have told her already. "Am I your boyfriend, too?" he asked, continuing to rub at her clit through the fabric of her nightgown, soaking up the ever increasing moisture. Her hips lifted and rolled at his touch, while her bare breasts glistened in the firelight.

Hermione gasped and nodded, "Yes, I have two boyfriends, you, and Harry."

"That’s right," he nodded, his finger quickening its rhythm, making her gasp with impending orgasm. "Just us," he said and she nodded frantically, panting. "We are very jealous. I can’t guarantee the safety of anyone who touches our little princess," he stated, lowering his mouth to her nipple just as her body began to shake with her orgasm. He suckled on her as he brought her over the edge, enjoying her thrashing and clawing at the sofa.

When she calmed a bit, he removed his hand and placed it on her stomach as he asked, casually, "So, how was your day? What happened in Dumbledore’s office?"

But Hermione didn’t answer him.

After he had sat up, her eyes became riveted past his shoulder toward the door. Draco studied her expression and then turned to see what she was looking at.

Standing just inside the door was Pansy, watching them in horror. Pansy had comprehended that Draco was messing around on the sofa as soon as she had walked in. But she didn’t know who it was with, until he had sat up. This was the last person she had ever thought to see Draco shag!

Draco’s expression grew angry at the intrusion and he barked, "What do you want?"

"The Mudblood!" Pansy exclaimed. "This is who you dumped me for?" She swung her glare at Hermione’s face. "And you! Aren’t you supposed to be Harry Potter’s girlfriend now? Maybe he would like to know what a big slut you are!"

Somehow those words seemed humorous to Draco and Hermione, to Pansy’s indignation. They looked at each other and laughed. "Go ahead and tell Harry," Hermione replied.

Pansy felt stumped as to what to say to that. She stood and watched them, confused. Hermione’s nightgown was still open and her breasts lay in plain view. Draco shamelessly glided his hand up and over the tantalizing mounds. Hermione noticed Pansy watching Draco’s hand, and she said, "If you want to watch, Pansy, you should take a seat and make yourself comfortable. This will take awhile."

Draco glanced sideways at Pansy, giving her a wicked grin as he continued stroking Hermione’s creamy flesh.

Pansy shot them both a murderous stare before she stormed, huffing, out of the room. Draco sighed. "Well, love, looks like we’re going public." His stomach was doing back flips at the idea of Pansy blabbing it to Slytherin tonight. But, strangely, another part of him was a bit relieved.

She raised a hand to his cheek and said, "You going to be all right?"

"I think so," he replied. "They’ll probably think I’m using you - or something to that effect. Us men are dogs, you know.”

"What will you say to them?" Hermione asked.

"I’ll just say it’s none of their damned business," he smiled, placing a sweet kiss on her lips. The nice thing about being a Malfoy was that he didn’t have to explain his actions. "What will you say?”

"What do you mean?" asked Hermione, not having thought of what this would mean for her and Harry.

"Everyone will think you’re a two-timer now, my love," Draco grinned.

"You’re right," she frowned. “I suppose I am a two-timer. Won’t they be shocked when they find out that neither of you cares?" she laughed.

He embraced her head with his hands and gave her a delicious kiss. "Mmmm… my wicked, wicked little witch."

OOOOOOO

Pansy hurried back to the dungeons, seething with anger. How could Draco touch that Mudblood? "The little bitch!" snapped Pansy. "I’ll teach her! Just you wait, Hermione Granger. I have a special surprise for you."

She knew Dumbledore would be watching the Slytherins’ closely now, but she was so upset that she no longer cared. She had come up with a plan for getting rid of Hermione a few days ago. She had already sent a few owls in preparation. All she had left to do was to get it approved by Draco. Now there was no way she’d mention it to him!

Pansy decided she was going to go through with her plan without telling anyone. She smiled as she thought about the prestige she’d earn when the Mudblood was gone.

"Enjoy your last fuck, Granger," she laughed.

OOOOOOO

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. You’ll get to see Pansy’s revenge in the next chapter. Let me know what you thought of this one.! Until next time… :)