Dancing With Dragons

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Chapter 22: The Fates Don't Lie


Hermione’s body didn’t seem to work, just shook from time to time as she laid there, Malfoy tenderly caressing her. Suddenly he kissed her again. She kissed him deeply wanting to tell him how wonderful he was right now and that she didn’t have the words to express it. He pulled back laughing as if knowing her indent. “I am going to make love to you now Granger,” Malfoy said staring into her eyes.

If her body had worked she might have jumped up then and left. Malfoy had just used the words ‘make love.’ Her world spun. She tried to calm herself. They had thrown the term around before and it was meaningless. They weren’t fucking and nothing with Malfoy was ever just boring old sex so the only logical explanation was making love. But tonight it felt like more. It didn’t feel like the causal throwing around of the phrase it had mere days ago. She was going to tell him so. She was gong to tell him that she had to leave as soon as her mouth worked but he was kissing her again and so, like some many things with Malfoy, her thoughts were left unshared.

She couldn’t pull away once his lips reached her. It would have been a sin to pull of away from the soft tenderness of them. It was like denying a piece of heaven even if you knew it was really a piece of hell neatly wrapped up to look like paradise. Malfoy was temptation made flesh. He was sin made whole. He was the apple from the tree of the Garden of Eden. Malfoy was all the carnal pleasures and all their painful downfalls wrapped into one, and Hermione Granger wanted every last piece of him.

She kissed him back harsh, biting on to his lower lips. He hissed out loud and she moaned. She wanted to fell him inside her even though she felt spent. She wanted to feel him rock inside as he came, and Malfoy didn’t disappoint. He kissed along her body taking her tender buds into his mouth and ravishing them. She felt her self grow ready and hot again but this time it was instantaneous, like her body was waiting and ready.

“Granger can I try something a little different,” Malfoy breathed into her neck. She gone this far and Malfoy had been true and respectful ‘why not?’ She shook her head. Malfoy slid next to her. He softly maneuvered Hermione onto her side ever so slightly so that half her back was pressed on him. She moan felling his warmth and soft skin pressed in a line against her. Next he lifted her leg closest to him, holding it. “Stay just like that.” She murmured her understanding.

From this angel Hermione could look down the line of her body, her legs spread. Between her legs she could see Malfoy’s hard length, yet she knew from experience the skin was silky smooth. Malfoy slid his hand between her legs and captured her clit, rubbing slowly but hard. When she was finally moan through her bated breath he started to slide two of his fingers up and down the length of her slit covering her pussy with her juices.

“Fuck Granger you’re always so wet,” Malfoy growled and she whimpered.

Between Malfoy’s words and the image of his hand playing with her she convulsed. “Please Draco I want to feel you in me.” For a split second his hand stopped and she blushed realizing she said his given name. She started to let her leg drop but he grasped it firmly to keep it up. Then she watched as her grasped his weeping member and positioned it at her entrance. She could feel the slight pressure of his head and she wanted more.

“What did you say Granger,” Malfoy purred keeping himself right at her entrance as he spoke. She turned then to look in his eyes and the heat she saw there gave her the courage to repeat her blunder.

“Please Draco I want to feel you in me,” she whispered.

“Hmmm that what I though. Hermione Granger you are the most alluring creature I have ever met.”

She started to open her mouth struck by the beauty and enchantment of his words, struck by it all, but Malfoy spoke over her; whispering into her lips.

“Take a deep breath,”

She didn’t question she just inhaled deep and at the same moment felt the pressure of him pushing inside her. She groaned loudly from the pleasure pain of it, trying to still her body.

“Are you okay?”

Was she okay? Never and completely was the answer, but she shook her head yes. Slowly Malfoy pushed himself inside her, taking time to rub her clit to ease the pain. She was caught between ecstasy and anguish but she didn’t mind. It was much like being with Malfoy, pain and pleasure, heaven and hell. When Malfoy was fully inside her she felt stretched but full. She laid her head back moaning at the feeling. Had she ever felt so complete?

Malfoy took her moan as a positive reaction moving slowly in and out of her. Soon the pain lessoned. While the pressure of being stretched still remained the friction was undeniably good. She moaned and rocked her hips to their slow rhythm.

“I want you to watch.” When she didn’t listen right away Malfoy bit at her neck rough enough that it brought her some sense of reality. She looked then at their meeting bodies and gasped. It was the most erotic and sensually beautiful thing she had seen. From the position she could fully see herself. See the way Malfoy dove in and out of her and stretched her. She could see her own juices slick on Malfoy.

“Jesus Malfoy,” suddenly she wanted more, deep, harder, and she begged for it. “Deeper Malfoy.”

Malfoy gripped base of her thigh and push himself completely in her, she writhed at the sensation of him touching the deepest parts of her. Her pulled out and repeated the action until she couldn’t stand to look any more, her head thrown back.

“Harder.”

Malfoy fastened his pace ever so slightly still filling her up completely. She could feel the heat burn and yet it wasn’t spilling over. It didn’t matter though because this felt perfect.

“Cum Malfoy, cum for me.”

“Granger I want to…”

“Malfoy it’s o…oooo okay please cum for me.”

Malfoy’s pace suddenly changed from deep and slow to shallower and faster. It was a different sensation but it was still good. Hermione watched Malfoy's eyes as he watched himself fuck her then captured his lips.

They kissed as he thrust inside her until Malfoy’s breath became labored and his movements’ irregular.

“Mmmm cum inside me.” She clenched down her velvet walls around him and felt him fall over the edge as his warm liquid entered her. Malfoy thrust a few more time into her before they both fell back onto the bed.

Hermione turned to Malfoy then, taking him in. She wanted to remember how he looked like this forever. She tired to etch it in to her mind, but she suddenly felt slow. She curled into Malfoy her eyes heavy.

“Stay with me tonight Granger. Don’t run away like last time.”

“I don’t know Malfoy,” she yawned, “they will notice if I am gone.”

“Make something up.” Malfoy reached for his wand and cleaned them quickly before tucking the cool top sheet around them. “Just five days Granger remembers? You can make up a few good lies for five days.”

Her mind was losing it hold of consciousness. “Okay, yes five days. You’re right Malfoy what is five days in a life time.”

“What does that mean Granger?”

But Hermione was lost to the woken world as she snuggled in to Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, the Sex God, the Deatheater’s son. Five days in a lifetime was like a minute in a day, not nearly enough time to spent with someone you care about. These were Hermione’s last thoughts as she fell asleep, and though her body sang with rejoice her soul was saddened.

Hermione arose and for the first time in days she didn’t awake to a feeling of dread. Yet her body was sure there had been another source of warmth near by. Where had it gone? She shivered slightly into the sheets as she drifted between consciousness and sleep. She drifted until she remembered that Malfoy was the lost source of warmth. That couldn’t possible be right, she sat straight up.

Morning light shone through the open window and she panicked. ‘What time was it? Did Malfoy really leave her here? Did she really have the most mind blowing orgasm of her life last night?’ Just as these thoughts raced through her head, setting her on edge, the door to the bathroom open.

Malfoy stood, his off silver towel wrapped seductively around his hips, looking ever inch the Sex God that he was. She forgot her panic. “Malfoy,” she gasped.

“Granger,” he chuckled shaking his wet hair and letting the water fall along his body and onto the floor.

“Oh Merlin what time is it?”

“Don’t worry it’s only seven. I knew you had late classes today and that you never go to breakfast for that reason so I thought I let you sleep a little longer.”

“Wow stalker.”

“Slag.”

“Ha-ha. Everyone is going to notice I was gone last night. Oh poop.”

“Oh poop?”

“Well cursing really is déclassé I need to stop. It only shows that you don’t have the proper vocabulary to explain your self.”

“Ya you’re right Granger poop is a much more suitable word. Really shows off the broad range of your vocabulary. Anyway, I think I remember someone explaining themselves quite well last night with,” and this he said in a high breathy voice, “fuck ohh fuck.”

She growled and blushed. “Always have to be so combative don’t you?”

He shrugged, smirking. “It’s a morning thing.”

“More like an morning, afternoon, and evening thing with you.”

“My, my we are a morning person.”

She humped, “Malfoy?”

“Yes Granger?” He strode through the room muscles glistening from his shower and she really couldn’t stay angry.

“Thank for last night. All of it.”

“My pleasure Granger, but don’t go all girly on me again.” But he smirked letting her know his true intend was to annoy not hurt. He was doing a fine job.

“Whatever, I am taking a shower.” She pulled away from the bed and wrapped herself in the sheet. As she passed Malfoy grabbed her arm and brushed his lips against hers. “You do that Granger. Good morning would have done just fine.” He released her.

“Hump, well good morning Malfoy.” She strode to the bathroom still felling the tingle his lips left upon her. When he couldn’t see her face she smiled.

She started herself a bath deciding on skipping breakfast as usual and using the library as her excuse. She didn’t have classes until after lunch. As she slipped into the bath she heard Malfoy call, “Oh and Granger met me at eight to night. I’ll have something planned.” Then she heard him leave, no room for argument. He really was a pushy bastard.


When she entered lunch she caught the glares and worried look from her friends.

“Where have you been? Lavender said she didn’t hear or see you come in last night and when she woke up you weren’t there either. To top it off your bed looked like it hadn’t been slept on. Is everything okay?” Hermione had ready for the onslaught of questions but she still didn’t like Ginny’s accusing tone.

“May isn’t Lavender just a busy bee watching my ever move.”

Lavender, who must have heard her name, looked down across the table and said with a smile, “Ahh there you are. Was she with a boy like a said.” She asked looking at Ginny.

Hermione sputtered over her cranberry juice and Ginny looked stern in the girl’s direction thought it did nothing to stop the all-knowing smile that could have been seen from across the great hall.

“What?” Hermione asked trying to clam herself. Lavender couldn’t possible know.

“LAVENDER here seems to think you spent the night with a boy. I told her it was impossible that you didn’t have a boyfriend. I mean you spending the night with a boy. Please.” Hermione’s feelings were suddenly hurt.

“What does that mean. You don’t think that a boy would want to spend the night with me?” She turned angrily to the red head.

“What? No Hermione it’s just I know how you feel and I knew you wouldn’t be such a slag and spent the night with some random boy. I mean if you had a boy we would all know.” Hermione’s rage grew and she couldn’t stop it. She knew someone of it was because Ginny was calling her out and she didn’t even know it.

“So I’d be a slag if I slept with a boy and didn’t tell you all about it? Hmm? I mean I thought you said it didn’t matter as long as it felt right.” She stood, no longer feeling like eating. “Maybe I WAS with a boy last night not that its anyone’s business. Why don’t you invite the whole table to discus what I did last night.”

“Mione I…I didn’t mean.”

“I have to go. Just so you don’t all try to snoop in my business I will be late again tonight. I have some studying to do in the Library. I’ll see you all later.” She turned and left in a rather large tizzy. As she passed the Slytherin table she couldn’t help but watch Malfoy, wondering if he had seen any of the scene. He caught her eyes as he laughed openly at Goly’s joke, which was probably crude and brutish, but he winked annoying at her. It only made her stamp her feet more loudly as she left.

The day didn’t progress any better. She had to move the DA meeting up a whole hour to meet Malfoy’s demand, which everyone groaned about. Neville wasn’t talking to anyone since the incident on Sunday and she hadn’t got a change to ask him what happened. Ginny seemed to be ignoring her, not that Hermione much blamed her. On top it all she had double potions. Snape, for the first time since he took over, failed her perfectly good potion. And when she complained he took away fifteen points. Then Hermione, in need of a shower before DA, walked all the way to the Head Dorms before she realized she didn’t belong there anymore and the Gryffindor common room was across the castle.

“Nice of you to show up Mione considering we all had to be here an hour early,” Seamus drawled as Hermione ran into the meeting hair still wet, shoes still untied.

“I am sorry everyone. I know that’s terribly rude.” She took a second to look around at the surly faces half of them beaten and aged. She tired to smile. “Okay, well to get us started again since we missed a few days we could just go over a few things. Lets go over the most important thing we’ve been learning and assess how we are doing. Practice what is needed. Sound good?”


“When are we going to start doing something for real?” Some piped in through the large crowd.

“Yea all we do it practice.”

“Yea, why didn’t you ask all of us to come and destroy Snape’s office?” Apparently word had gotten out.

There was a loud cheer of approval. Ginny, Seamus, Luna, Neville, and Hermione all looked at each other. The emotions ranged from shocked to anger. Finally Neville spoke up looking the most bewildered and angry.

“We couldn’t have all thirty of the lot marching into Snape’s office. The point was to get the Gryffindor sword and bring it back to its rightful owners and to get Dean Thomas off the school grounds, but as you know it didn’t all go to plan. Could you image what would have happened if we all got locked up? Who would have been there to project the school if anything had happen?”

Hermione looked at Neville in shock at his quick and intelligent lie. What happened to the boy she knew and who was this man standing in front of her? She gave him a look of gratitude and continued for him.

“It was a silly thing to do and I refused to put any of you in anymore danger. This group wasn’t put together to pull pranks and undermine the ‘political power.’ It’s about being ready when the battles come.”

“Who are you to say what important and what this group should be doing?”

“We should meet them first. Start attacking un-noticed. Give them something to worry about here so it’s harder for them to concentrate on other areas.” Said a stony eyed firth year Ravenclaw named Christine. Another cheer rose up.

Hermione sighed at a lose. Ginny spoke up then and it wasn’t at all what she expected. “You’re right, but you can’t blame us we don’t have the right to ask you to put yourselves in danger like that. And that is exactly what you’ll being doing if you are all serious about this.”

“Ginny!”

“No Hermione I mean weakening their system here is a great idea. Giving them trouble where they least expect to find it is brilliant.” Another roar of approval. Hermione started to think upon it. It was brilliant but their weren’t warriors. They were just a bunch of children and young adults trying to prepare themselves for the worst and yet what were the adults of the wizarding world doing? Most of them were too afraid to do much of anything but run. That would have been a nice option for many of them, but they were stuck here at Hogwarts. For many this was their only home now.

“Okay but under some conditions.” There was a collective groan. “At least hear me out. Only the five years and above can physically participate.” Another commotion arose. “Geez I didn’t say we all couldn’t brain storm and work together but physical involvement you have to be fifteen and above… agreed?” Reluctantly everyone agreed. “Good. Second nothing to obvious and showy. We do this right or not at all. I don’t want our plans to leave this group. And above all no one ventures out on their own. If you have ideas you share and plan.”

The group agreed. Ideas started flying. “Wait, wait.” Luna said in louder voice then was normally heard from the girl. It took everyone by such surprise that they listened. “I think Hermione was right. Tonight we should go over the basics and practice. See where we still need help. If we are going to do this we need to work as a group.”

The next hour saw the group practicing concealment charms, body binds, long distance communication, reflection spells and pretty much ever and any basic and necessary spell. By the end, the group was spent but they all felt good as if they were doing something useful.

When practice ended Hermione had them all sit in a circle. “Okay, Christine because you were so vocal do you have any ideas. Lets pass some around and then next session we can start planning.”

Christine smiled widely with pride. “Well, me and Susan have been thinking of this for weeks. Our first attack should be on the professors’ lounge. All the Deatheater scum have taken it over. Go there to talk secretively and all. We see them all the time disappearing into there.” The group nodded in agreement.

“But what should do?” Another fifth year Gryffindor asked.

Susan spoke up. “Do you remember hearing about when that stupid Lockhart professor let those pixies go? Well it took weeks to really collect all them from the school, so my sister said.” Hermione laughed remembering the fiasco and how even though she stunned most of them quite a few reeked havoc on the school for weeks. “See me and Christine thought it would be perfect to let them lose, BUT we should balloon them to three times the size. It would take weeks to collect them. Put the room out of commission for a while.”

Hermione was slightly impressed. “That is a great idea but we have to think about where to get that many pixies and how to keep them quite before we use them. Anymore ideas?”

A shy Huffelpuff sixth year spoke up. His voice quite and sweet. “Well I’ve been noticing THEM using a couple of the class rooms up in the deserted section of the castle. I noticed it one night when I got lost trying to get to class.”

“Still getting lost Roberts.” The group laughed, even Rob, who was known for his total lack of direction.

“Yes well I went looking for it again the other night and when I go there I noticed cauldrons. They must being brewing quite a few potions in there. For what I have no idea, but I think at some point we should destroy it. What ever they're using the potions for can’t be good. Could only do benefit to get rid of them.”

The discussion went on like this for a while and Hermione was shocked at the information the collective DA had. She was slightly disappointed in not using them as a resource before, treating them as if they were children. When the conversation finally lulled she realized it was almost eight. ‘Shit! Malfoy was going to kill her for being late.’

“Okay, I think that is enough for tonight. But everyone think on what we’ve talked about and start thinking on how we can execute our plans. Together I think we can really make this work.” The group started to disperse in small random couplings. Some of the DA members were prefects and had patrol tonight.

“Neville walk with me to the library?” Hermione asked.

“Okay.” He didn’t even look up. She hated that look; the look that meant someone was seeing something awful that you couldn’t see.

“Good night Seamus, Gin, Luna. See you guys at breakfast tomorrow.”

“What we won’t see you in the common room later?” Seamus asked a smile on his face. He had been present for the lunch debacle earlier.

“No. I have studying in the restricted area to night. Ready Nev.” She left before the three could ask more questions.

For the first couple of minutes Neville and Hermione walked in silence. Finally when Hermione had the courage she spoke. “I am sorry Neville for getting you in so much trouble. I never meant for us to get hurt.”

“Don’t apologize Hermione. It was important and now it’s done. We did it Hermione, we really did it, and hey no one dead.” Her tired to smile but it didn’t reach his eyes. Hermione wondered if Neville was dying inside. To everyone else he was fierce and strong but she noticed what was beyond it.

“No Neville it’s not alright. It never was and I hated asking for the help. I won’t put you in that situation again. Don’t let this eat you Neville. Don’t let it consume.”

“It consumes you thought, doesn’t it Hermione?”

“Everyday.” They both walked looking ahead instead of each other, the conversation becoming to close to harsh truths.

“You’re not the only one. They have to pay Hermione for what they have done. What they will do if we don’t stop them.”

“They will.”

“Maybe they will.”

“What happened to you in there Neville. Talk to me please.”

“Nothing as what I heard happened to you Hermione. You don’t have to carry this burden for me.”

“You’re right I don’t have to but I want to. Give some of it to me Neville. Tell me.”

“The Carrows are sick. She enjoyed torturing me Hermione. She liked the way I screamed. The way the blood rained down over the floor. Flowed from my nose.” Hermione felt tears but she refused to cry. She wouldn’t pity Neville because she knew she would hate to see that in his eyes if it was the other way around. “And just when I thought I would lose all control of my bodily functions she stopped. Kissed the blood off my lips and left me there. Oh, I mean she healed me just enough so I wouldn’t die and then left. I was so thirsty that I called out for what seemed hours. I don’t remember too much after that except pain.” Neville was shacking now from anger. “Until Snape said I could be released. Brought Madame Pomfrey to heal me. What a guy.” He spat. “Is that what you wanted to hear? Hmm.”

“No it’s not what I wanted to hear. I wish I could have taken the beating for you, it was mine to take, but you can’t let it eat at you. I know Neville because I burn from the horror of it all if I don’t get it out.”

“That because you’re a girl.”

“Neville Longbottom why I never!” She turned on him as they reached the large double doors to the library.

Neville chuckled softly. It was a nice sound to hear. Good to know he still could. “Kidding, kidding. Alright this is where I leave you.” Neville hugged her suddenly and quickly. “Thanks Mione.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“You either. To anyone.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She stood and watched Neville leave wondering if she felt better or worse. When she was sure he wouldn’t see her she turned and headed from the Head Dorms.
She stopped in front of the portrait. “Ginger Root,” she moaned. It was the remedy for snakebites. Malfoy thought himself so clever.

“Sorry dear that’s not the password anymore. Snape changed it earlier this afternoon.”

“Well what is it?”

“Oh my,” she said brisling herself up, “he specifically told me to not tell you, but that Malfoy boy said to let you in. I don’t know.”

“Please Gertrude. We just have a heads meetings and Malfoy insisted we met here.” Gods she hated Snape

“Yes well you’ve always been so sweet I don’t see the harm. Headmaster Snape and that Malfoy boy are sure a pushy lot.” Gertrude swung open. Hermione laughed as she entered.

“What’s so funny Granger? Because there nothing funny about you being a half hour late” ‘Ugg Malfoy is pissed.’

“I am sorry Malfoy.” She started to look around here. There was a large table with chairs and candles in the middle, but the lights were still blaring. What was Malfoy up too? “I know it’s rude to late but I got caught up.”

“No one leaves a Malfoy waiting.”

“Well excuse me but I think I just did,” she spat, her nerves raw.

“Cheeky bitch.”

“Can we just do whatever is were are doing?” Hermione replayed snappishly.

“No.”

“You’re a brat.”

“Yea and you’re a whore so I wouldn’t be throwing stones and all that.”

“I’m the whore?!”

“Did I stutter?”

“I was a half-hour late. It’s not like I didn’t show up. Give me a break Malfoy the world doesn’t revolve around you. If you haven’t notice I am busy. If you want to ruin tonight fine. I have work to do anyway.”

“Where were you? Where do you go all the time? I mean you had hours to do work before tonight?”

“Nothing important.”

“Fuck that Granger. One second you’re so busy and the next second you weren’t doing anything important and that’s why you are so late.”

“It’s nothing I am sharing with you.”

“Another boy?!”

“NO!” She said annoyed. “Do I look that kind of girl? God you’re a handful as it is Malfoy. I don’t need another boy.”

Malfoy suddenly smirked. “So I am your boy Granger.”

She stuttered, flustered, “No that is not what I mean.” Malfoy smiled. “You’re bi polar you know that!”

“Bi what? I am not into boys.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s a mental disorder. Never mind forget it. If you promise to be nice we can just move on. What do you have going on?”

“A nice dinner. Isn’t that what Muggles do? Have this weird romantic dinner at home with candlelight. Wooh a girl so he can sleep with her.”

“Sure but he normally doesn’t tell the girl that’s why he’s doing it. You just reveled your plans. Guess I can go.”

“Ha-ha.”

“Plus why are the lights on if you’re trying to have a candlelight dinner?”

“What? I don’t know Granger I mean I don’t do muggle shit.”

“Fine. What is on the menu?”

“Fish and chips and a bottle of red wine.” She laughed slightly at the total un-romance of fish and chips. Yet it was endearing how hard he was trying.

“Sounds good. How about we turn off the lights, light the candles, and eat.” They did just that.
Hermione drank her wine deeply and eat feverously, being very hungry. When she had finally devoured her food and drank a glass and half of wine they started to lull into a comfortable conversation. She sighed as her other brain was thinking on how wonderful Malfoy could be. Malfoy would have been perfect if all you were getting was Draco Malfoy and not the whole Malfoy name. He was beautiful, intelligent, had a good smile, warm when needed, diligent, had money (if you were into that), could listen, good sense of humor (though at times crude), and did she mention beautiful. Slowly as the conversation slowed and she became buzzed she drifted into his eyes. At times like this they sparkled with life. Instead of just a storm they were like after a storm as the clouds split and the sun started to peak out; a new begging. That’s what this beautiful boy needed, a new begging.

“Want to share Granger?” Malfoy asked noticing her silent sharing.

“You have the most beautiful eyes Malfoy. They sparkle with energy most people just can’t master.” She hiccupped once and giggled. She need to stop drinking, she pushed her wine glass away.

“That’s the second time you’ve told me I was beautiful. Shouldn’t I be telling you that?”

“Hmm there is beauty and then there is BEAUTY.” She pointed to Malfoy.

Malfoy laughed. “You’re too hard on yourself Granger, but you know what is beautiful? Your voice. Sing for me?”

“What? No.”

“Come one I’ve already heard you sing, and I’ve been dying to hear it again.”

“That was so silly I can’t believe I did that. I couldn’t possibly.”

“Yes you will as payment for being late. It can even pick a muggle song if you like.”

“Oh why thank you!” She said sarcastically. “Okay as payment one little muggle song but that’s it.”

“That is all I ask.”

“As if. Okay let me think. Ummm, okay I’ll sing another one from those girls I sang from last time. I know all there songs by heart.” She closed her eyes to bloke out the embarrassment. She hummed and strummed her fingers lightly to get the beat.

Reaching for you,
I know you're out there somewhere.
It's too dark; I'm so cold,
I know I had to come here.

Every broken dream,
That I leave behind,
Keeps me going on,
Keeps me running blind.

Calling your name, I hear only echoes,
Searching the rain I see only shadows,
You've got to show me your face.
Voices, I hear them calling behind me,
Phantoms of you are burning inside me,
You've got to give me a sign.

Fading, slowly.
You're drifting into darkness.
I can't see, I can't think,
I need to keep on searching.

Every moment,
Every thought of you,
Is inside of me,
Tells me what to do.

Calling your name, I hear only echoes,
Searching the rain I see only shadows,
You've got to show me your face.
Voices, I hear them calling behind me,
Phantoms of you are burning inside me,
You've got to give me a sign.

Can you hear me?
Am I only wasting time?
Are you near me?
Are you only in my mind?
Are you? Are you?

Calling your name, I hear only echoes,
Searching the rain I see only shadows,
You've got to show me your face.
Voices, I hear them calling behind me,
Phantoms of you are burning inside me,
You've got to give me a sign.
By the end of the song she was singing softly but sweetly. It reminded her of her parents. How she wanted to find them. To end this horrible war and find them. A tear spilled. She opened her eyes. Malfoy was smiling passively.

“It is unbelievable how well you sing. You need to share this with people.”

She laughed nervously, “Oh please I didn’t even warm up. You’re just saying that Mr. Malfoy because you want to get into my pants.”

“Ha, sweet nothings don’t work that well you on. Plus I don’t need them to get into your pants.”

“Awww thanks.”

“Don’t you like the wine?”

“Oh I love it. I think I love it too much. It’s making my brain mush.”

“Come to the fire place Granger and bring the wine.” Malfoy lifted and she watched him for a while bringing the fire to light. It danced its magical colors and reminded her of the time when she sat there drunk after her argument with Tom. Malfoy had made that memory even slightly worth remembering. She smiled picking up the wine bottle and going to him.

She sat beside him and shockingly he pulled her to him and held her. “We have several large beautiful fireplaces at the manor. You would love them. I wish you could see them.”

She was shocked. “I am sure that would be lovely.”

“My mother loves them for some reason. Late at night, when I couldn’t sleep as a child, she would sit with me in front of a roaring fire and sing to me. She didn’t have nearly as lovely voice as you but to me she was the most beautiful and magical woman in world. Well, then she was.”

“That sounds like a beautiful memory Malfoy. I am sure your mother loves you very much.” She felt her self suddenly sad remembering her own mother. Malfoy must have felt the sadness.

“I am sorry Granger I didn’t mean to talk about my parents.”

“No don’t be silly. Its just we have, had, a little stone one in my house. On cold winter nights my parents would start it and I would stare into for hours. My mother use to tell me stories then about magic places, and beasts, and people. When I was a small child they were the most magnificent tales to me.”

“And now you are one of those magical beings. That sounds like a nice memory too Granger. Maybe we didn’t have such different childhoods.”

“Hmm maybe not. Where did they go so different then?”

“My father.” She suddenly stilled in his arms. Malfoy never talked about his father. “I feel the way you react. Imagine living with him.” She couldn’t help it she shuttered. “I think he loved me once. I can barely remember but I think he was happy once to have son. We would play hind and go seek in the gardens until he would have to use a charm to find me. I always did find the best hiding places.”

Malfoy smiled for a moment but it changed. “That was a long time ago. If I think hard enough I remember it suddenly changing, sometimes it feels like he was always like this. He started going off at nights. Yelling at my mother and…Now all he cares about it pure blood.” Hermione and Malfoy both took a swig from their wine glasses.

“I am sure some where there he still loves you Malfoy. If you felt it once than it was true and real.”

“Yea sure Granger. Don’t talk about what you don’t know.” She didn’t get angry at the comment wanting Malfoy to talk.

“I know I don’t but as far as I know people don’t start off bad. We are not born to hate and judge. I know I don’t know your father and you know I could never agree with what he has done but I am sure at one point he felt like he was doing right by you and your mother.”

“Yea well it went wrong. He doesn’t care about my mother or I. Bring that monster in to our lives and home,” he said angrily. Hermione didn’t let the surprise of what Malfoy might have revealed show.

“Well,” she started, trying to find the best possible way to start, “if you hate it so much why bring yourself further in?”

“Please don’t talk about things you don’t understand Granger.” She knew she wasn’t going to win.

“Okay Malfoy I just wish I could.”

“Yea well you don’t. Have more wine.” She would let him change the subject this once. He poured her more. She drank deeply maybe hoping to find the answer to everything at the bottom of her wine glass.

“Granger?”

“Hmm,” she said lips wrapped around the rim of her glass.

“Why did you run from me when we first had sex? Was it that bad?” He tired to make light of the last comment.

She almost chocked on her wine. “No it was great. Not exactly what I was expecting but great. It’s just I was so freaked out. Not that I am regretted it mind you but I always thought Ron would be my first.” Malfoy growled. “Don’t get uptight. It’s not like you thought we’d be having sex. I mean now you know what I had planned that night so I just had a lot going on and I didn’t have anymore room to process.”

“Have you processed it now?”

“No,” she laughed. “Have you? How do you process this?”

He smirked. “Good point.”

“I am not going to over think it. Can’t really with all this wine swimming in my head.”

“Good. Lay back Granger.” She quirked her eyebrow up but she put her wine glass to the side and did as he said.

She lay there against the roughness of the carpet as Malfoy started kissing her legs. She sighed her world feeling warm and hazy.

“I am going to make you cum with only my mouth.” She moaned her excitement.

He planted kisses up both her legs, giving each plenty of attention. Each kiss left her skin on fire. When he reached her inner thighs he lifted her skirt to reveal her black panties.

“Merlin you’re sexy,” he purred as he bit just on the edge of rough into her thigh. She gasped and arched. He bit again on to her other thigh. Fire burned in her stomach. He licked and kissed from her thigh to her groin. When he reached her cunt he licked her through her panties. She bucked.

“Patience is a virtue Granger.”

“Fuck you.” She gasped as he nipped at her through her panties.

“No I am going to fuck YOU with my tongue.” She arched her hips again begging him.

Malfoy grasped her underwear in his mouth and pulled them down, effortlessly. ‘He’s done that before,’ she thought. But she didn’t care instead she spread for him.

He kissed his way back up her legs, faster this time. When he reached her pussy again he nipped and kissed along her lips. She moaned her frustration but he teased further. When he finally delved his warm wet tongue into her wet folds she hummed with the overwhelming desire. Her back arched and fingers dug into the carpet.

When his tongue made contact with her clit she yelled out into the dorm. The warm wet friction was amazing. Malfoy worked her hard, biting lightly, licking and sucking at her. Just as she thought she cum he pulled back and drove his tongue into her wet opening.

“Oh fuck.”

“Mmmm Granger you tasting so fucking good.” She growled and pulled his head back to her. She could feel him smirk into her and it made her want him more. He worked at her opening unmercifully; mouthing fucking her until she brought her hips to met him. Then he slid his tongue back to her swollen clit and didn’t take long for her to fall over the edge. But she didn’t just fall she leapt. Ran for the cliff and didn’t look down. The orgasm rocked her body and she screamed his name into the air, grapping his head and shoving him close to her.

Malfoy rose with that typical smirk on his face, knowing just how good he was. He slid over her body and kissed her deep. The eroticism of kissing his lush lips but tasting herself was unbearable. He pulled apart laughing.

“Merlin where did you learn that Malfoy? Second thought don’t share,” she laughed.

“A master never shares his secrets anyway. Why you want to learn and try it out some time?” She turned and pushed at his chest.

“Very funny Malfoy. Really, I mean have you ever had a threesome?”

“You know talking about past experience isn’t normally a turn on during sex.”

“Yea well we’re not having sex right now we are having a little brake. So have you?”

“If you have to know yes.”

“Gods you are a pig. Have you had sex with more than two girls? It mean it was two girls right?”

“Merlin yes Granger. I mean I don’t care if people want to be all fruity but leave me out. Plus I don’t like to share.”

“I notice that Malfoy. I cannot believe you did two girls at one time. How horrid.”

“What is so horrid about it? Don’t tell me deep down inside it wouldn’t turn you on to sleep with two guys. Watch too guys kiss.”

She immediately though back to months ago when she had been sandwiched between Tom and Malfoy. It must have been the wine but she told the truth. “I cannot believe I am admitting this but yes I guess if I really though about it I might like it.”

“Might?”

“Malfoy do you remember when I was dating Tom and you got in my face about my costume for the ball.”

“Yea?”

“Well there was something extremely erotic being caught between you and Tom. Something about you both being so strong and angry. But that is the most thought I’ve put into it. I’ve never really thought about two boys kissing. I don’t know if I would love it but it doesn’t freak me out.”

“And here I thought that look was all for me.”

“You would. By the way are you offering? To kiss a boy for me that is.” She wagged her eyebrows.

“Ha-ha. Sure Granger right after you fuck a girl in front of me I’ll kiss any boy you want.”

“Hmmm any boy? What about Seamus or no Neville?”

“Don’t push it Granger.”

“Hmm, well to bad I don’t do chicks. You can keep dreaming.”

“Oh I will.”

She gave a chuckled sigh. “Your turn Mr. Threesome.” She licked her lips. “Fair is fair. Lay down.”

Malfoy happily laid back, hands behind his head. She unbuttoned his shirt but left the green tie. She just couldn’t go with out seeing his chiseled chest. She kissed and rubbed against him, using hands and mouth. She wanted to feel as much of him with as much of her as she could. She was sure she was enjoying this as much as Malfoy.

She brought her check to rub against his groin and finding him hard she purred. She slowly unbuttoned his pants and taking a leaf out of Malfoy’s book licked him though his boxers.

“Merlin,” he hissed.

When she couldn’t take the teasing for herself anymore she released him. His hard length was tight, pressed to his stomach. She took him into her hands looking back and forth from his blissful face to his cock. She needed to taste him, wrapping her lips around him. She heard him moan at the contact and she hummed around him.

“Fuck Granger.”

She licked and sucked at his head, loving the way his pre cum tasted in her mouth. She loved taking the tip of him in and out of her mouth. Her hand worked at the rest of him while she took her fill of her fascination with the tip of him. Then she relaxed her throat and moved down. Because Malfoy was on his back it was much easier to take almost all of him in her mouth.

“Fuck,” She looked up into Malfoy’s eyes and he shivered. “Put your hair down Granger.” With out releasing him from her mouth she removed her hair tie. Her hair fell out, her curls encircling her face and Malfoy’s crouch. He moaned.

She started to bob her head up and down, taking him all the way in from time to time. When she felt him start to go ridged she worked harder and faster, playing lightly with his balls. She wasn’t sure if that was okay at first but when he hissed her worked at them more.

“I am going cum,” Malfoy warned, but Granger deep throated him and felt his seed pour down her throat. She tired to relax but as he released him but she chocked slightly. Malfoy smirked and she blushed.

“Will you be mad if I tell you that was sexy?”

She gave him eyes still blushing, knowing how inexperienced she was. “I guess I need more practice.”

Malfoy’s smirk widened. “It was great but I think I can help you with that.” Malfoy pulled her in and they sat slightly for a while starting into the fire.

Finally when the clock struck midnight Granger pulled from Malfoy, “I should be going.”

“Granger…”

“I am sorry Malfoy but everyone is questioning me already. Even a sudo Head can’t be in the Library past midnight legally.”

“I never thought I say this but I hate not having you next to me. Not being able to ravish you all night. But I am sure after tomorrow it will all get sorted out.” But the look on Malfoy’s face wasn’t as reassuring as his words.

It hit her. “Oh gods its tomorrow.” She stood up quickly. “I need to get some sleep. Shit, I don’t even have a speech ready. Oh Merlin how could I have forgotten?”

“Relax Granger it’s going to be okay.”

“You and I both know it’s not. I mean McGonagall might say yes, but Sprout was disbarred for Alecto Carrow and Amycus is head of Slytherins. The only reason they didn’t get rid of Flitwick and McGonagall was because know of the other Death eaters wanted to that much permanent residence at Hogwarts. Not as much killing and touring I am sure,” She growled.

“Mmmm observant, but I think Snape always just hated Professor Sprout. Plus that leaves it to a spilt vote. I mean Snape putting you up for disbarment so his vote is already accounted for. So that means it goes to the other professors. More possibility there.”

“Not bloody likely. That leaves Septima Vector position, which is now filled by Lestrange, Professor Bins and who knows how he’ll vote, Professor Babbling who teaches ruins but Rookwood teaches Care of Magical creatures, and ugg Professor Trelawney is still teaching. Don’t ask me how. Guess her brand of experience is no treat to anyone if taught wrong. She hates me.”

“Relax Granger there are still a lot of people on your side.”

“Easy for you to say Malfoy your position isn’t up for grabs,” she said sternly. “I have to go.” She finished dressing, gave Malfoy a kiss and hurried away.
As she snuck through the castle she cried silent tears. She wanted to believe that everything would be alright, but time for childish beliefs like that were over. As she snuck into the room and changed Lavender awoke.

“It’s later Hermione. Were you with that boy again?” Lavender whispered.

“I was studying.” She said sternly as she slipped into bed, peering out of post to look at Lavender’s smiling face angrily. There were some times when she didn’t like this girl, like now.

“Sure you smell like sex,” she giggled.

“Ugg how would you know what sex smells like!”

“I’ve had sex. With my boyfriend of course I am not a slut you know,” Lavender continued to rant about saving herself for the right person all in a dizzy when it struck Hermione that the only boyfriend Hermione knew about since Lavender’s second year was Ron. She looked up disgusted.

“Ron was your only serious boyfriend Lavender…”

“Yes so what? As I was saying…Oh Merlin Hermione I. I didn’t.”

“I have to go to bed.” She slammed her curtains around her putting up a silencing spell. She cried herself to sleep then. One more thing Ron had done with out her. Had Harry known? It wasn’t like she had any room to judge. She had slept with Malfoy before she’d even know Ron wasn’t a virgin, but still it stung. It wasn’t like she held the hope for them, but still it would have been nice to believe Ron had loved her secretly enough all those years to keep it in his pants. The clock softly chimed one as she finally started to fall asleep. The day was already not looking up.

As she walked into the breakfast feeling sick and utterly beaten she noticed the room was in a dizzy but as people noticed her they turned silent. She was sure the news of her impending disbarment was now well known, she ignored the silence.

“Hey Mione,” Ginny replied looking up at her trying to hid her sadness.

“Hey Ginny,” she sighed. “Guess everyone has heard.”

“Yea. I am sorry but I swear I didn’t tell anyone.”

“I know you didn’t. You wouldn’t have needed too that whole prefects’ meeting was a shit show.”

“A lot of people are in shock. Most are furious and don’t want to see you gone. If that makes it better,” Neville said.

She smiled sadly. “It doesn’t but it is nice to know.” She barely spoke or ate for the rest of breakfast or lunch. She utterly skipped dinner.

The day was long and horrendous. Most people were smart enough to stay out of her way but there were always the few who had to hound. ‘Are you really up for replacement?’ ‘Are you okay?’ That was her favorite. ‘They couldn’t really,’ and ‘Shit Granger I didn’t know you had it in you.’ She growled at all the comment. She couldn’t pay attention in any of her classes, though they were worthless anymore.

When finally her classes were done she headed straight for the library. She couldn’t take another look and another stupid comment. Plus, she needed to get a lot of work done. Between Malfoy, DA and the time in the dungeons she was far behind. Besides she didn’t want work that needed doing when she lost everything tonight.

She delved herself deep into her work. It was only part of the day she felt any peace, any productivity. That was until Snape found her at five.

“Miss. Granger.”

“Hello Snape.”

“ Headmaster will do Granger.” She just stared at him

“The meeting will be held at seven tonight in prefects’ hall. I am sure to see you there promptly.”

“Of course wouldn’t want to look bad now would I?”

“You do well to keep your cheeky shit in the library Miss. Granger.”

“No problem. You’ve caste your vote so no need to butter you up now.”

“You do even better just to resign now and save yourself the humiliation.”

“If you want me out Headmaster,” she finally look up fully at Snape, “You’ll have to do it the hard way. And you’d do better to replace me, if needed, with someone more highly qualified than Pansy Parkinson.”

“I find her highly qualified.”

“You’re right she can put future Death eater on her resume. It will be a shit show Snape. Watching it might be worth being replaced.”

He leaned in close to her slamming his hands on the desk. “You will watch your mouth and your tone around me Granger.”

She was scared but she’d be dammed if she let him see it. “I see. Well I have work to do. I’ll see you at seven.” Snape left her there with no more words, robes billowing behind him as he turned the corner.

“Not such a good idea to piss him off so much.” She jumped pointing her wand at a smirking Draco Malfoy.

“Merlin Malfoy I could have hurt you.”

“Doubt it. It's really not smart Granger. I don’t know why Snape hadn’t locked you up for good. Maybe he knows what a strong symbol you are to the school and giving you too much shit might set the masses off, but push him too far and that might not matter anymore.”

“When did you become so insightful? And I am very capable of taking care Snape. Slimy git.”

Malfoy laughed, “A very powerful, dangerous slimy git. Don’t play with fire Granger.”

She turned back to her work Malfoy irritated her as usual. “I don’t go looking for it. I guess I just attract it,” she spat sarcastically.

Malfoy leaned down into her. “I guess you do. When this is all cleared up Granger,” he kissed her neck, “and you’ve moved back into the dorms I’ll help you relax.” He kissed her neck again. “See you at seven.” And he was gone.

At six thirty Hermione started to pack her bags, slowly. She felt sick every time she thought about where she was headed.

“I thought I find you here,” she heard the warm voice of Ginny. She turned trying to smile.

“Come to wish me luck?”

“Something like that.”

“Listen Gin I am sorry I got so angry the other day.”

“Don’t worry about it. I know guys like you. Tons! Anyway you’ve been under a lot of stress and I was being insensitive.”

“No you weren’t.” She slung her heavy bag across her shoulders. “Guess I should get this over with.”

“Do you want me to do with you? Moral support and all.”

“Would you?”

“Of course Mione.”

The two girls walked along the halls in silence. Ginny tried to smile at her every so often reassuringly. When they reached the corner to the hall that held the Prefects’ Hall Hermione’s courage started to fail her. Her steps faltered.

“I…” Ginny grabbed her hand.

“Let me help. I think you have more support than you know.”

With Ginny’s hand in hers they turned the corner and walked down the long hall. As the became closer Hermione heard voices. Loud voices. She faltered again. “What is that?”

“Support.” Ginny pulled her hand and as they got closer Hermione gasped. A large crowed of mixed houses stood in front of the doors. Students were wearing pins and holding signs.

The signs read, “Hermione’s Head is the brightest head for Head Position,” and “Head Girl is not replaceable.”

As she walked through the crowed it roared. She read the badges shine as she went along, tears stinging her eyes. “Granger is number one,” “Smartest witch Stupid to replace,” and her favorite, “Muggle borns can rule the world too!”

“Who?”

“The DA. We couldn’t let you do this on your own.”

She looked in the girl’s eyes and didn’t have words. She looked around the group looking into the eyes of every person there. Most were calling out “You can do it!”

“Ginny I…”

“Just get in there!”

Hermione walked through the doors not looking back afraid she would cry. As the doors shut the nose stopped. Before her lay a large table. From the middle outwards it went Snape, McGonagall, the Carrow siblings, Flitwick, Sprout, Rockwood, Lestragne, Professor Bins, Professor Babbling Professor Trelawney.

There standing to the left was the whole of prefects group including Malfoy at the front. Everyone looked stony faced, the room felt cold. She gulped as moved up closer. Snape stood.

“Good evening everyone. We are here to conduct a vote on Miss. Granger’s status as Head girl. Before we begin I would like the re-establish Miss. Granger’s charges. First, she and several other students broke into my office to vandalize the place. Secondly, she illegally used my floo-network to remove a student from school grounds, a Mister Dean Thomas. She continually unlawfully abused her powers to get students to help her in inappropriate actions. Further more, though I have no proof, I believe she is the mastermind behind the recent slanderous so called news letter that was handed out this Sunday.” He threw a paper with her shinning face all over it onto the desk. She winced. Amycus smiled and she swayed.

“Do you have any words or explanation for yourself Miss. Granger,” asked McGonagall. But she looked more like she was begging for a good reason.

It took Hermione a few tries to find her voice. What did she say? “I don’t think I have any words or explanations good enough for any of you. I will say that I don’t feel I have ever abused my powers in such a manner before. I have upheld the rules, as I knew them and have always been fair. My true indent was help Dean in leaving the grounds to find his parent who were in desperate need of him, but could no longer find the channels to get to him through the school. While my methods were unethical my means were good. I meant no harm. As for the newspaper I didn’t create it. If I had I certainly would have put my face all over it.” There was a chuckle from a few of the students and even from the teachers.

“Are you sorry Miss. Granger?” asked McGonagall. She could tell the professor wanted to hear the words but Hermione couldn’t get them out, not when Amycus was smiling with ill indent.

“No.”

“See,” Snape bellowed. “Lets proceed keeping in mind Miss. Granger’s actions and her current words.” Blood rushed to her head, heart pounding. She tried to still herself thinking of the group just beyond the doors, and the people that needed her.

“Professor McGonagall?”

“While I find her methods extremely unethical and her abuse appalling I think Hermione deserves a second chance. I still believe, if kept under surveillance, she is still the best for the position.”

“Yes or no.”

“Yes I want her to stay.”

“Typical.”

“Amycus.”

“She's a rule breaker. She should be punished. No.”

“Alecto?”

“Of course not, No.” Hermione world swayed even though she knew it was the logical answer.

“Flitwick?”

“I agree with Professor McGonagall. Yes.” Hermione stilled. What did that mean? Would Snape be fair? Before she had started her homework that evening she finally looked up the passages on Head dismissal in Hogwarts a History’s newest editions and than looked up further information on the school records. It turned out that the Headmaster could put either of the Heads up for disbarment, which counted as his or her vote, but just like voting a head in at least three of the Head of Houses had to agree with the headmaster. If not it went to the other professors.

“As I was well aware of this possibility I brought the other professors with me.” Snape started to list them.

Professor Sprout- yes, Rockwood- no, Lestragne- no, Professor Bins- yes, Professor Babbling-yes, and Professor Trelawney…”

Hermione’s breath was labored as the room silenced. Professor Trelawney put her hands to head. Hermione felt like screaming.

“I had a vision earlier that I was to say no but wait I am getting something.” She closed her eyes and hung her head dramatically. “I see something now. It’s not in my hands to decide her fate.”

Snape looked ready to kill. “I thought we talked about your ‘vision’ earlier Professor,” Snape growled.

“I am sorry Headmaster the fates don’t lie. My vote is yes.” There was a collective inhale of breath from the room right before the room burst into chaos. Professors and perfects alike were arguing.

She looked around the room and found her only true allies were Tom, Lavender, and secretly Malfoy. What had her life come to? Lavender and Tom advanced on her through the chaos.

“What does this mean?” Lavender hissed to her and Tom. They both shrugged both looking as confused as her. Suddenly there was a loud bang. Everyone stood still.

“That is quite enough from everyone. While I didn’t expect this.” Snape glared at Professor Trelawney. “I know the appropriate course of action. Mr. Malfoy could you come to the front of the room.”

Hermione’s eyes darted to Malfoy who looked just as confused as she. She started to feel sick but surly Snape wasn’t that cruel.

“Now Mr. Malfoy.” Malfoy started to take long strides to the front of the room. He gave Hermione one last look as her turned to Snape.

“Headmaster?”

“Seeing as the Professors and I can’t come to a clear concessions and you are technically the next in power I would like to hear your vote.” The room broke out.

“I think that is highly unethical!” Spat Professor McGonagall.

“Do you have a better plan? It’s the fairest plan I know.”

“You know certainly well the feud between Mr. Malfoy and Miss. Granger he couldn’t possibly be objective,” said Professor Sprout. There was a roar of conflicting responses. Hermione had no words. She felt numb.

“ENOUGH. I am headmaster here and I’ve been fair even giving Miss. Granger here a trail. Really I could expel her for what she has done and she would automatically be dismissed but seeing as I don’t want to force the punishment that far I am asking Malfoy to objectively make a decision. Draco.”

“Professor I don’t know…”

“What don’t you know Mr. Malfoy?” Amycus asked. “Besides the Professors you have the most responsibly and power in this castle. Also you have spent the most time with Miss. Granger and you were there that night.” He was smiling like her knew something horrible.

There was a horrible silence that morphed time for Hermione and suddenly Snape said, “I am sorry Mr. Malfoy can you turn and say that so everyone can hear you. To make it official.” Malfoy turned so that he was facing the whole room. His face gave nothing away.

She clenched her fits and Lavender grabbed one of her hands and squeezed. Malfoy had saved her before surly he could think of something good this time. Surly he could out run this. Right? But how? Malfoy opened his mouth and looked her in the eyes.
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