Remnants

REMNANTS
by Emaleth

GENRE: AU, Darkfic, Unresolved Sexual Tension.
CHAPTER RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: So, Draco actually has a crush on Hermione and vice versa. But he\'s a Death Eater and shews iws it. How much will Hermione give up to be with Draco? EVERYTHING! She gives everything up from her virginity to her friends, and even her soul. But is she the only one who is going to end up losing everything?
PAIRINGS: Draco/Hermione, Implied Harry/Hermione, Implied Harry/Ginny, Harry/Hermione.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
AUTHOR NOTES: My first NC-17 ffic AND my first Draco/Hermione ffic. Bear with me on the cheesy pick-up lines (in the future chapters).

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CHAPTER 04 - The Wounded Dragon
(Tuesday. September 2, 2003)


“Good Morning,” Harry greeted Hermione as he sat beside her on the Great Hall. “So, can I copy the homework for next year?”

“Ha ha!” laughed Hermione sarcastically. “Very funny.”

“You know I was just joking. You just look so serious. And did you cry again last night? Your eyes are a little bulgy.”

“Way to be indifferent, Harry,” screeched Ginny as she tapped the back of Harry’s head. “No wonder not that many girls get close to you.” She then sat on Harry’s other side and pulled plate from the stack.

“What about Hermione?” asked Harry. “She’s a close friend of mine.”

“Intimate-close, you retard,” joked Ginny. “Goodness.”

“Well, it works well to other people’s advantages, though, doesn‘t it.”

Ginny blew a raspberry at Harry before starting to help herself with breakfast.

Hermione noticed that Ginny grinwhenwhen she stuck her tongue out at Harry. She also noticed that they were arguing much more than usual, especially when they were on the train, but they weren’t arguing for real. They seem to like the exchange of wits. But Hermione remembered a certain fact that might pose her assumption wrong.

“Ginny, how are you and Dean going? I mean, you and he…”

“Are caput! Done, gone, finit.”

“Uh oh. They like each other,” shouted her brain. “Maybe they already are together!”

“Hey, Harry,” giggled Ginny. “Pass me a roll, will you?”

Harry reached over for a roll and looked at it for a second. Hermione watched him grin before throwing a small piece towards Ginny’s direction, hitting her on the forehead.

“Ah!” shrieked Ginny. “Harry! How dare you?”

Ginny started to poke Harry’s side, causing him to slide away from her and towards Hermione. Hermione pushed him a away from her and Harry started to tickle Ginny back.

“I give up. I give up,“ said Ginny. Harry does not let her go right away. They continued on and their little game stopped only when Ron walked into the Great Hall. He was smiling mildly with a little skip on his step.

“Good morning, everyone,” he greeted them after he sat in front of them. “Lovely morning, ain’t it?”

Ginny and Harry laughed as Ron piled food on his plate.

“What’s so funny?” asked Ron.

“Nothing,” they replied at the same time.

Ron and Hermione gave then odd looks. Ginny looked at Harry and nodded her head. Harry shook his head, glared at her and mouthed words. Ginny glared back at him before rolling her eyes and turning towards Ron and Hermione.

“Harry and I has something to tell you two,” she muttered as she reached for two pieces of toast. She slid her foot off the other side of the bench and continued. “He’s going to tell you because I have to go!!!”

The look of terror plastered all over Harry’s red face after Ginny ran out of the Great Hall. Harry looked down on his plate, hyperventilating, before looking up at his two friends.

“So,” grumbled Ron as he continued to masticate on the piece of sausage on his mouth. “What have you and Ginny got to say?”

“Uh… I… Gin and… Umm…”

Hermione bit her lips together as to stifle a laugh. She was grinning mildly and she was also starting to turn red. Ron takes a sip on milk as to wash the food down before talking.

“Spill it out! Whatever you, Ginny and, I guess, Hermione is hiding, tell me already!”

“Ginny and I are… We are… Ginny and I are together, Ron,” revealed Harry. “As in dating.”

Ron spurted the milk across the table as he tried not to choke on it after Harry’s revelation.

“WHAT?!?” he shouted. “Why am I always the last one to know these things?”

“Was it not obvious in the train how they were talking to each other?” asked Hermione. “Jeez, you are one thick dolt. You don’t even know what‘s going on with your friend and your own sister.”

“I don’t know who my sister dates and nor should I care about it. It‘s her life.”

“I rest my case,” laughed Hermione.

“So you’re okay with it?” asked Harry. “You’re okay that I am dating your…”

“Just don‘t break her heart,” warned Ron. “Otherwise, I am going to have to kill you.”

Harry looked at Ron nervously as Ron threw livid glances at him. Ron then smiled at him and started to laugh.

“You should have seen your face, Harry. You look like you are about to… Holy Fizzing Whizbees! Is Malfoy sporting a bloody lip?”

Harry and Hermione turned to face the Slytherin table and watched as Draco walked down towards his usual spot beside Crabbe and Goyle.

Hermione noticed that the scar on his half-swollen lip was caused by the punch she had thrown at him the night before. Draco never looked towards her direction. She felt bad that he was being ridiculed but she thought that if he had wanted that scar gone, he would have gone straight to Madame Pomfrey that night.

The older Slytherins were crowding around Draco now. Hermione could not hear their conversation but Crabbe and Goyle were obviously asking him questions and he did not seem to like it. He was getting aggravated and his voice was starting to echo around the Great Hall.

“It’s bloody, nothing, Crabbe. Leave me the hell alone…” There was a pause as Crabbe spoke. “I hurt myself, alright? I…” Draco looked up and hurriedly pulled his look away from Hermione.

At that moment, the Slytherins glanced towards the direction Hermione was in. And Hermione was sure that the Slytherins, though as much as half of them are dim-witted, were surely thinking that she had done that to him. Well, she did, but she did not want the Slytherins to know that!

Ron finally clued in on the situation and glared at Hermione as he pointed his fork at her.

“So that’s what you were doing in the Slytherin Dungeons!”

“WHAT?!” screamed Harry. “You were in the Slytherin Dungeons? Hermione? Our perfect prefect Hermione in the Slytherin dungeons?”

“What? I was just… I wasn‘t there!”

“Too late to deny it, Hermione. Draco practically told the world, by the looks of all the Slytherins at you.”

“Hermione!” shouted Ron. “You are lucky Draco did not take points off of you!”

“I did not do it! I was by the Slytherin staircase because I thought a non-Slytherin went down the stairs. Besides, I wanted to see how it is down there. I‘ve never been there. I mean, six years in this school and I‘ve never been there. You two have.”

“But that was for… research,” argued Harry. “And you were supposed to come with us but you were turned into Bullstrode’s cat.”

Ron started to laugh again, but Hermione did not find it funny. She actually wanted to go through that day in her second year just so she can get close enough to Draco, furtively of course. She wanted see how it was on “the other side” but of course, the fool-proof plan failed and she was stuck hacking up hairballs for a week.

“You know very well that I would not do things like you accuse me of doing if there was no apparent reason behind it. I am off to get my bag,” muttered Hermione as she started to stand up. “I forgot it upstairs and class will start soon.”

“I’ll come with you,” offered Harry. “I believe it when you said you didn’t do but I don’t think that the Slytherins are as gullible as I am.”

“Oh thanks, Harry.”

But as she walked by, she overheard Draco say, “I cut my lip.” She was completely assured that he was telling the truth about his feelings for her even though he had told her time and time again about it.

*****

As Draco entered the Great Hall, unlike what people was used to see from him, he did not glare back when people stared at the cut at his semi-swollen lip. Rather, he hung his head close to his chest and turned the other direction as to hide the cut. But the whispers around him did not assure him that he was doing a good job.

“Malfoy,” lisped Millicent like she was trying to be child-like. “Who gave you that cut? Did someone punch you? Who did it?”

“It’s nothing, Bullstrode,” he said as he cringed. “Let me have breakfast in peace.”

He hated it whenever she, or any of the other Slytherins, do the things they did. They usually crowd around him and practicallyshipship his stupidly like he was a god. He thought that he should not be surprised that if one day, one of the girls would kiss the ground that he walked on. He was, after all, the youngest and most handsome pureblooded bachelor over the age of fifteen. But he didn’t care for the Slytherin girls. He was aiming for a certain Gryffindor.

Draco pushed Millicent and the other Slytherin Draco-fan-girlsy fry from himself before sitting on his usual spot. He glared at the girls who wanted to sit beside him and waited for them to leave before he started on his breakfast.

As he reached for a couple of pieces of bacon, he noticed Millicent staring directly at him.

“What are you looking at?” he asked angrily.

“The cut on your lip,” growled Blaise from the other side of the table. “It’s a little obvious, Malfoy. Don’t blame us for looking.”

“Well, just don’t!” he shouted at her. “Like you never cut your lips before.”

“I don’t believe you,” answered Crabbe. “How would you cut your lips? Unless you‘re punched by someone…”

“It’s bloody, nothing, Crabbe. Leave me the hell alone…”

“We’re not buying that, Malfoy.”

“I hurt myself, alright? I…” Draco looked up at Hermione. She was looking directly at him and he looked back at her. Unluckily, the other Slytherins noticed his focus and deduced a little theory.

“Hermione?” whispered Blaise. “Hermione did this to you?”

“What? No she did not.”

“We know Hermione did it, by the way you looked at her. After what you said to her yesterday, I wouldn’t doubt that…”

“Just say the words, Draco,” grumbled Crabbe as he pounded his fists. “I’ll wring the Mudblood’s neck or turn her intcriccricket.”

“Like you even know how to turn anything into something else. Just leave Granger alone,” muttered Draco. Of course, his words were followed by stupid remarks from the Slytherins so he decided to say more.

“She has nothing to do with it, alright? Now, don’t give me a reason to give you detentions nor give me any reason to takes points off the house because of your stupidities. If Snape notices that I do not give detentions out and things are happening, he’s going to find it unfair and take off more points than we deserve. I want both the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup in the house this year, is that understood?”

All the Slytherins around him nodded their heads, but Goyle was stupid enough to ask another question.

“Did she do it?”

Draco did not really hear him speak. He was paying too much attention to Hermione as she walked out of the Great Hall.

“Did she do it, Malfoy?!?”

“No. I cut my lip shaving, Goyle.”

“Shaving?!?” laughed Blaise. “You don’t have much of an eye-hand coordination don’t you, Draco? Ha! No wonder you haven’t caught the Snitch ever since you played…”

“Shut up, Blaise!” shouted Draco. “I’ll get that Snitch. Just you wait.”

“You won\'t.\"

“Want to bet your life on it?”

Blaise turned away and continued to eat her breakfast without saying another word. Draco liked it that way.

Draco stood up and gathered his books and his bag then headed to his first class, Double Potions, only this year much to his demise, it was not with the Gryffindors. He was to be stuck with the Hufflepuffs.

*****

Hermione sat in her Muggle Studies class thinking of ways to apologize to Draco for what she had done. So, she slowly took out a blank piece of parchment, dipped her quill on her inkwell but found no words to say what she had, and wanted, to say. She stared at the blank piece of paper but casually looked up as to look like she was actually paying attention to the professor.

She looked down at her paper again and then started writing in block letters, as to hide her handwriting.

Dear (He leaves this area blank),

I am sorry for the things I have said to you last night. I hyou you accept my deepest apologies. I did not mean to punch you. I was just meaning to slap you. You deserved it in some sense.
I know that my first paragraph did not sound good at all. I just want to say that I was planning to slap you only as a last resort. I wanted to leave the room and I asked you nicely at first. You were the one that refused to let me go and I had to do it.
I have said it before and I will say it again. I am scared. Scared of you, who you are and how this relationship is going to turn out if we so do choose to let it flourish.
Think of the consequences, (blank). If we are to go on with this relationship, our meetings have to be done secretly, amongst the many hidden and uncharted areas in the school, the room you assigned is an example. We have to act as non-civilized as much possible when we are around our peers just to prevent them knowing about us. Everything is going to be a lie, (Blank). We’ll be lying to the others but we’d also be lying to ourselves.
I am being pulled in all these directions, Draco. I don’t like this feeling at all. It pains me too to see someone I have feelings for only an arm’s length away and yet untouchable.
But I am willing to give it a try in return for a promise from you. I will see you whenever I can, but you have to promise that you will not take it to heart if we are to permanently part ways after a few meetings. And in front of our peers, you will act the same way as you had prior to that day we met at Diagon Alley.
I will meet you at the room we had met before, at ten o‘clock tonight. If you decide not to come, I promise not to take it to heart either.

Waiting until we meet yet again,
(Blank)

Hermione looked at the letter and let it dry before folding it and placing it in her pockets. She then made an exasperated sigh when she realized she had no way of getting the letter sent to Draco.

She thought and thought of ways to get him a letter but every single plan she had was thrown out the window. None of them were fool-proof and Hermione did not want anything less than perfect. So, after a few more plans, she decided to just take her chances and go back down at the room and hope that Draco would be there tonight.

She sighed and felt a little relieved about everything until she looked up on the blackboard, realizing that she had a whole board of notes she neglected to write.

She hurriedly scribbled the notes and laughed at herself.

‘I already know all this! I AM Muggleborn!’

“What are you smiling about, Hermione?” asked Dean Thomas who was sitting a few seats away from her. “The professor was just talking about people dying from electric shocks and here you are smiling.”

“Oh! Oops. I lost mind there for a second. Can‘t help it. Too early in the day.”

“Alright then. I‘ll leave you to losing your mind.”

Dean was right. Hermione was losing her mind.

*****

After the long day of class and a long lecture from Madame Pomfrey about the dangers of shaving too quickly, no-more-cut-lip Draco headed back to his bedroom rather than the Slytherin Common Room as to be able to privately think of Hermione. He had his own room, since he was a prefect and he wanted the room for himself anyway. It was not as big as the dormitories that housed five students and he still had to share a common bathroom but at least he had his own bedroom.

Eventually Draco felt too lonely his room and wanted to go somewhere else and still have his alone-time. He planned to go to the room where he met Hermione at since he left a couple of items there anyway. He headed over to his drawers and picked up another set of quill and ink, since he had spilled his in Potions while he was daydreaming of Hermione. As he took what he needed, he spotted a pack of condoms that he had bought off an older Slytherin, afhearhearing that it was a form of Muggle contraceptive. He thought it was a genius invention, for Muggles to invent of course, and he kept the 24-pack box because he hoped that he could do it with Hermione without sacrificing her safety. His blood and his sperm was poison to her after all.

He thought maybe it was time that he admit to himself thatmionmione was not going to be with him after all. He also thought of how he was going to tell his Master about the situation. He placed these thoughts towards the bottom of his priority list as he picked the box up, took a packet and placed it in his pocket. There were a lot of willing Slytherins and it was stupid to turn them down.

He decided to go to the room first, since he left certain potions that would have made love-making a lot less awkward, especially if he was going to fuck younger Slytherin girls. When he opened the door, he was very much surprised to find someone there. It was Hermione, sitting on the huge green leather couch.

“Hermione?”

“Yes, it‘s me,” she answered weakly. “I never thought you’d go back to this room.”

“Yeah, well, I left some of my things in here. I am planning something tonight.”

“And what are your plans?” she asked.

“I am… going to the Common Room and do my homework. Then I‘d head off to bed.”

“Oh,” she answered as she handed him a folded piece of parchment. “Anyway, I just wanted to tell you sorry again for what happened to your lip. I’ll give you this so I won’t get in the way of your study.”

She started to walk towards the door but Draco pulled her back.

“Aren’t you going to wait until I read this before you leave?”

“It’s just an apology letter, Draco.”

“No. I want to read it before you leave.”

Draco let Hermione sit down beside him on the couch. She waited while he read the letter, occasionally lifting his eyes off the paper and looking at her.

“She she said as he grinned. “You’re willing to give this relationship a try?”

“Yeah,” answered Hermione as she smiled. “It is not fair to not give it a try, I suppose. I mean, what have we got to lose? Unless you refuse to comply with the terms I…”

“I am settling with it,” Draco agreed. “I’m fine with it.”

“Alright,” she said before standing up. “I’ll let you study then.”

“No, no,” answered Draco as he took her hand. “It can wait. I want you to stay here with me, alright?”

“Alright.”

Draco leaned towards Hermione and kissed her. Hermione started to lean her head towards the arm of the chair as Draco started to move on top of her.

Hermione held his cheeks as they sucked face. Draco moved his hand on top of her sweater, and started to rub on her breast through the cloth. Hermione writhed under him, pulling his hand away, but Draco preferred to be indignant.

“Draco?” she asked. “Go slow, alright?”

“But I love you so much,” he said. “I just need to have all of you. Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”

Hermione nodded her head and allowed Draco to cup her breast. She felt that they should not be doing these things but she did not want to resist Draco. She liked what he was doing to her and she even pulled Draco’s hands as to allow him to cup her without her shirt getting in the way.

“Hermione?” asked Draco.

“Yes?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Trust you what?”

“Just… do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“I am going to break if I don’t have you now, Hermione. I have to have you.”

“What?”

“I want to have sex with you, Hermione.”

“WHAT? Draco!”

Hermione started to stand up.

“Now you are really going fast. I don’t want to, Draco. I don’t want to get pregnant!”

Draco laughed a bit before walking towards Hermione and placing her face in between his palms.

“Hermione, you are not going to get pregnant if we are protected.”

“But…”

“You trust me, right?”

“Draco… I…”

“Trust me, you’ll feel good after this.”

Draco took out his wand and transfigured the leather couch into a silk-sheeted bed.

“You said we are going to give the relationship a try, right? What better way to test the relationship that this. Trust me.”

Draco could tell that Hermione did not look quite sure with her nod but he held her in a hug anyway.

He then started to kiss her again, as to turn her own, before leading her towards the foot of the bed.

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Thanks to Sammy for proofreading this chapter ^_^