Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

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Draco grimaced as he stared at the poorly tied knot of rope around his hands. “Pitiful.”

Zabini blinked open one eye and grinned. “Pansy could do better in her sleep.”

“Pansy has done better in her sleep,” remarked Draco. Draco tugged on the weak points of the ropes and twisted his wrists to the side and back again.

“Bloody Gryffindor,” sighed Blaise.

“You say Ginny got under your skin and that's why you are here? Why don’t I believe that?” Draco murmured suspiciously.

“Because you’re a cynic.” Blaise replied unperturbed. “Can I not love just as much as you? Prick me do I not bleed?”

Draco rolled his eyes and strained against the ties, his muscles bulging out. “She was a good shag, was she?”

“The best.” smirked Blaise.

Draco nodded thoughtfully, and then he scooted his legs up and hooked them to put pressure on the rope tying his legs together in the miniscule pantry. Draco huffed as he felt the rope about to give from the sudden influx of weight.

“Almost got it.” Draco growled and he felt the rope give with a snap and Draco fell back on Blaise panting.

Standing up, Draco bumped his head atop the hanging lantern with a low curse. He turned to the hinge and began to saw through the rope at his wrists.

“What an industrious little thing you are. Malfoy I didn’t know you had it in you.” Blaise sounded impressed.

“This is not a game, Zabini,” hissed Draco.

“Au contraire, life is nothing but a game.” Blaise sat content with watching, while Draco worked hurriedly at the knot at his wrists.

“Your a big help right now, Zabini.” Draco murmured sarcastically. “It’s stunning how I have gotten by without you up until now.”

“Isn’t it? You have buggered off your responsibilities, and gave up everything, for a Mudblood that you possess a lifetime animosity towards. Now, that same animosity has propelled her to lock you in a House Elf Pantry, mind you. Oh yes, you are doing bloody brilliant!” Blaise chimed out mockingly.

Draco cursed when finally, the rope broke and his wrists sprung free. Draco ran his fingers through his hair and turned back to Zabini.

“You are right, but I don’t care. I want her.” Draco murmured bluntly. “I don’t pretend to understand it, or even like it, but there it is.”

Draco looked horrified for a moment. “Oh Gods, what if it really is love?”

Zabini shook his head. “Love is for Muggles and third year Hufflepuff. You LUST after Granger. I do not blame you… She does have the best rack in our class. Ginny has the best rack in her class. And somewhere... in the not so distant future, a girl will possess a better rack then both of them. It’s the way of the world.”

“You’re incorrigible, Zabini.” Draco rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance.


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“What are they saying now?” Ginny narrowed her eyes.

“They are talking about your rack now.” Luna stated rather matter-of-factly. Luna had been listening in to the entire conversation and regaling the others. Much to Hermione’s embarrassment.

“They are tied up in a pantry, and they are talking about my rack? Boys.” Ginny sighed.

Harry concealed a laugh. “It sounds like they are for real. Draco just said he might be in love with you.”

Hermione stared at the door. “I need to talk to him alone. Can you guys watch Blaise out here?”

Ginny shrugged. “If he gets out of line, I can handle him.”

Hermione opened the pantry door and Draco was standing free of rope, turned towards Zabini who was still trussed up.

Draco shot Hermione a guilty look. “The ropes were uncomfortable.” He put his hands up in the air. “I don’t want to hurt anybody.”

Hermione raised her eyebrow and then looked at Zabini. “Remove him.”

Zabini was dragged out of the pantry still tied up by Harry and Neville. Hermione waved her wand at Draco and poked him in the side.

“Get back in there.” ordered Hermione.

Draco looked annoyed, but the expression quickly changed to nervousness, as Hermione stepped into the closet and she shut the door behind her.

Hermione quickly cast a silencing charm and she sat down across from him. Folding her legs, Indian-style she faced him, her hands resting on her belly.

For the first time all day, Hermione allowed the hurt to seep in. Everything that Draco had said came rushing back to her. Her eyes felt dry and unable to react, almost dull.

Draco paced staring down at Hermione and finally he sat across from her, mimicking her style of sitting. His silvery gaze seemed luminous as he watched her, waiting for her to speak. Hermione suddenly recalled what a patient wizard Draco Malfoy was. He could sit silently for hours, just watching, waiting for a potion to come to solution. It said something about his character, that patience.

Hermione cleared her throat and croaked. “Why?”

Draco blinked. “What?”

Hermione closed her eyes and tried again. “Why are you here? Why did you do it?” Even as the words came, Hermione felt weak tears spilling from the corners of her eyes. Tears of hope, fear and anguish for his words earlier.

“Is this because you want me to get rid of the baby? You want to get close to me, so you can induce an abortion. No one is touching it. You bastards already tried and failed miserably. I am a bloody Gryffindor, I am stronger then your pathetic snakes.” Hermione half-sobbed the words.

“How can I trust you again?” Hermione wet her lips, staring at Draco as he sat expressionless throughout her tirade. “Look at you, you can’t even defend yourself. Look at you sitting there like a bloody ice statue. Perfect but cold... You are so cold Draco.

Draco did not feel numb at all. He knew that he was still. He came from a family where being still could save your miserable life. Draco watched Hermione until her ranting ceased.

After a pause, silence filled the air between them.

Draco wet his suddenly dry lips. Her words ringing in his ears. He was cold. He was a Malfoy after all. It was a genetic trait.

“I would be lying if I said everything I did was for you. Of course it wasn’t.” Draco hesitated and then plunged forward. “I tried to protect you as best I could. This situation is buggered. You know that. I do not know precisely what I feel for you, but I do want to be with you. I said those things because Voldemort expects it of me. Now, I am a bloody fool, so it doesn’t matter if you know the truth.”

Hermione watched him suspiciously. “And what is the truth?”

Draco exhaled slowly and stared at his feet. “I’m not sure. All I know is that I am obsessed with you. I cannot stand not having you ready and besides me. Therefore, I defected. Okay?”

Draco thought he saw a glimmer of hopefulness in her eyes and he panicked.

“So, in exchange for unlimited sex, I will help your quest or whatever. Help you take out the Dark Lord. I have inside information that will be vital. You just have to agree to be my lover. Oh…and I will protect your kid, whomever’s it is. Okay?” Draco narrowed his eyes and he pulled her against him.

“I can’t stand being apart from you. I think you put some sort of spell on me.” Draco gritted out pained from the thought.

Hermione had expected something along those lines but it still hurt when Draco said it. Draco just wanted to have unlimited sex control over her. He probably was just after the last Malfoy heir as well.

Hermione nodded grimly at Draco. Her expression grew solemn.

“Very well, you have to swear a blood oath to protect the child at all costs.” Hermione grimaced.

Draco looked relieved slightly as he assured her. “Absolutely.”

Draco swore and the magic from the Oath coiled up between them. Hermione felt better. If nothing else, Draco was on her side because of unlimited sex.

Hermione snorted suddenly and then broke into peals of laughter. Hermione held her stomach as she laughed until tears began to form.

Draco could not see anything funny about this remotely. “Hey now, what’s so funny?”

“I am the brightest witch of my age and all you want from me is sex. In exchange your betraying the Dark Lord, for SEX. I am sorry but that is hysterical. I was the plainest girl at Hogwarts!” Hermione wiped her eyes, still laughing.

Draco glared. “Krum didn’t think so.”

“Oh, plain but ambitious girls are irresistible to Deatheaters.” Hermione murmured sarcastically.

“Besides, you’re not plain. You have the best bloody body in all of the school. Every boy there thought so. Especially in Slytherin. It was annoying, you never showed off your chest. Besides, why should Gryffindor get all the girls with the big jugs anyway?” Draco complained.

Hermione paused. “Really?”

“YES. But don’t go getting any ideas.” Draco sighed.

Hermione looked inordinately pleased. Her mind shifted gears, thank GODS.

“Now, what’s Blaise’s story? Is he just spying on us for Voldemort?” Hermione bit her bottom lip, thoughtfully.

Draco groaned at the look on her face. “I honestly don’t know. Blaise is usually very lazy. I think he missed your friend. You noticed he did not try to escape. Well, that is laziness. He figures, I would untie him if I did all the work. Lazy.”

Draco thought of something else and it made his blood run cold. “Hermione, the child is mine, right? Not Lestranges.”

Hermione closed her eyes thinking hard. “The timing seems off to be Lestranges, but there is no guarantee. I think I am three weeks pregnant but I can’t be sure.” Her wide amber eyes opened in uncertainty.

Draco was suddenly in front of her, pressing his mouth down on hers. “I don’t care whose it is.”

Hermione did.

Still she responded to his kiss with a desperate need that surprised both of them. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she let her tongue taste his before delving deeper.

Draco moaned into her mouth and he pushed her up against the door with a thud. His body felt so strong against her own. Hermione gasped with pleasure as Draco’s mouth dropped to the pulse at her neck and she could feel her nipples swelling in excitement.

“Oh gods…”moaned Hermione.


Potters voice rang out clearly through the door.“Let her go you bloody bastard!”

Harry yanked the pantry door open, and Draco yelped as he fell to the floor on top of Hermione. Ginny pressed her wand in his neck with a vicious look.

“Get up little ferret.” Ginny whispered, with a mean look.

“It’s okay!” Hermione shouted, muffled by Draco’s chest. “I let him. It is fine, we can trust him.”

“Why, because he is such a good person?” Ginny growled sarcastically.

“No, because I said so.” Hermione pushed Draco off her, sounding annoyed.

“Well, I think you are endangering us because you like the way he tups. HE IS A MALFOY!” Ginny tried to stay calm but her voice began to rise. “He was born with lies in his mouth. He doesn’t know how to be any better.”

Draco rounded on Ginny with a cold. “Considering your upbringing, I am shocked you’re not knocked up already with a dirty house of your own.”

Ginny gasped.

Hermione put her hands up. “STOP! He swore a Wizard’s Oath! This is pointless to debate.”

Everyone sat down with a look of shock, directed at Malfoy.

Blaise raised an eyebrow. “Oh Malfoy, you are fu…”

“Language please!” Hermione glared at Blaise. “It’s hardly constructive.”

“Well he is…”smirked Blaise.

Everyone couldn’t help agreeing silently with Blaise. A Deatheater taking an Oath to defect was a death sentence.

“Can I at least know why?” Harry finally managed to find his voice.

“In exchange I get to … fuc… err…make love… to Granger whenever I want.” Draco replied stubbornly.

“You are a fool.” Blaise spat.

“How romantic…” Luna sighed.

“Predictable.” Ginny snorted.

Harry and Neville just stared open-mouthed at him in disbelief.

Hermione blushed to the roots of her hairline. Draco wrapped an arm around her waist giving everyone a possessive sneer.

Blaise rolled his eyes. “ We are all doomed. You know that right? HELLO!!!???”





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