Potions,Poisons and Antidotes

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Do you smell lemons? I think I do.

Chapter 4

Hermione moved in that afternoon. She and Draco flooed to Harry’s to gather her things. Draco sat in the library with Harry while she packed. “What are you up to Draco? I know you too well, don’t hurt her.” Harry advised in a friendly tone.

“I don’t plan on hurting her. Honestly I’m not sure how I feel except that I miss her when she’s not around. What, no threat of retribution if I break her heart?” he replied looking the other wizard in the eye. He expected Harry to at least have the ‘big brother talk’ with him.

The green eyed wizard just smiled and replied, “No need for that mate, she can do that herself. You forget that she has been trained by none other than Snape himself. I wouldn’t want to cross wands with her.”

“Don’t I know it? She was pretty scary in that last battle. Do you think she is part of Snape’s team? He’s not saying much about her.” Draco was worried that if she was following in his godfather’s footsteps she would be part of the team to stop the rest of the Deatheaters.

“I don’t know for sure. She’s just not answering any specific questions. I’m not pushing her and I strongly advise you not to either. Those canaries she hexed Ron with lasted three days.” Harry looked pained as he remembered his best mate miserable. He had pushed for answers the day before she left for training and she made her displeasure known in the form of an enraged swarm of canary’s chasing him for days.

Draco winced, “I remember that, ouch. Speaking of Ron, we have our first Quidditch practice a week from Monday. The press is already calling us Hogwarts Hero’s.” He wrinkled his nose in distaste.

When Hermione came in an hour later they were deep into a discussion on the game and strategies. Clearing her throat she said. “I’m leaving now. Will the wards let me in at the cottage?”

The two wizards glanced at her. “Yes, I reset them this morning.” Draco replied standing. “We will have to continue this chat later. How about tomorrow afternoon?”

“Sounds good to me” Harry replied. “Floo if you need anything ‘Mione.”

The pair apparated to the sitting room in the cottage. “I’ll leave you to settle in.” he said. He didn’t want to push her to hard.

“Thank you again Draco.” she replied as she walked him to front door. After closing it behind him she heard a rustle behind her. She spun around quickly to find a small house-elf with big blue eyes staring up at her. “I is Ivy Miss. If I can be helping please just call my name.” the little elf bowed.

“Thank you Ivy. I am about to settle into my new rooms.” The witch replied. This elf seemed so different from Dobby. Much more calm and reminiscent of Yoda from that muggle movie. “You may accompany me if you would like.” The witch said kindly.

In a moment they were in Hermione’s new room. She had sent her trunks ahead and now they were no where in sight. “Ivy, do you know where my trunks ended
up?” She asked as she looked around.

“Yes Miss, I has already unpacked them and sent them to storage.” The little creature walked over to the large wardrobe and opened the door to show all of Hermione’s thing neatly hanging there. She then gestured to a large chest of drawers to indicate the rest of her belongings.

“Thank you Ivy. You have done a wonderful job. How long have you been with the Malfoy’s?” Hermione wanted to get to know the little elf if they were going to be living in the same cottage.

Smiling proudly Ivy answered, “I was Lady Narcissa’s elf from the time she was born. It is good to have a Lady in the house again.” The little elf was used to saying her mind. Narcissa had always treated her as a companion and not a servant.

Hermione was happy this elf was not as subservient as some of her species tended to be. She was distracted by the tap of an owl on her window. Who could be owling her already?

Ivy suddenly appeared at the window and allowed the owl in. It hooted once as if to say thank you and landed next to Hermione on a side table. Taking the note from it she recognized Draco’s elegant script.

Hermione,

Would you do me the honor of having dinner with me this evening?

Draco

Turning the note over she touched her wand to the parchment and the word yes appeared. She gave the note back to the owl and it took off out the window. “Hmm I wonder what I should wear tonight?” she mused aloud.

Ivy winked out of existence for less than 2 minutes and suddenly reappeared smiling. “Yes, this one will do nicely. I is happy to have another Lady to do for.” The little elf said as she walked into the bathroom to drawl a bath in the large marble tub. Hermione saw she had laid out her “little black dress”. Hmmm good choice just dressy enough without being over the top.

Two hours and lots of pampering later Hermione barely recognized herself in the mirror. The little elf had insisted on helping with her hair and makeup. She had to admit that Ivy had done a wonderful job. As she was putting some perfume behind her ears Ivy popped into the room. “Master is waiting downstairs Miss.”

Thanking her, the witch proceeded downstairs. At the top of the steps she could see Draco waiting near the front door. Merlin he was gorgeous. He had on a black Armani suit with an emerald green tie. As she took the first step he turned around to watch her come down.

Draco had been straightening his tie in the mirror by the door when he saw one delicate foot on the steps behind him. He turned to see a goddess walking down toward him. Hermione had on a black dress with thin straps over her shoulders that hugged her body in all the right places and stopped just above her knees. Her hair was up with a cascade of curls handing down her back.

As she reached the bottom he took her dressy cloak off the hook and put it around her shoulders. “Are we ready?” he asked as his hands lingered on her shoulders.

Ready, oh yea she was ready. Oh, he meant dinner. “Lead the way.” She replied with a smile. His hands slid from her shoulders down her arms and pulled her to his chest as he apparated them both to a little restaurant over looking the canals in Venice.

Smiling with delight she recognized the area as one her parents loved to vacation in when she was young. Her mother was from this area and the restaurant Draco had chosen was one she knew well.

After being shown to their table the waiter took their wine order and disappeared to the kitchens. Hermione gave the menu a cursory once over and closed it. Draco misinterpreted that to mean she couldn’t read Italian.

The waiter returned with their wine and asked what they would like. Before Draco could say anything Hermione answered in fluent Italian, “I’ll have my usual Tony.”

As Draco’s jaw hit the table from shock the waiter answered “I thought as much. Luigi will be out to see you in a moment. And for you Sir?”

Draco gave his order to the waiter while looking at his date. She was one surprise after another, he liked that. He had just reached out to cover her hand with his own when a deep voice boomed across the room, “Where is my niece? She comes to my restaurant and does not even come into the kitchens to greet me.” Hermione jumped up and walked across the room to meet the large man halfway. He was at least six feet tall and built like a wrestler with curly black hair and a black mustache. He was dressed in chef’s whites and scooped her up in a huge bear hug that lifted her inches off the floor. Laughing she pulled him to the table to meet Draco. Who by this time had stood up and gotten over most of the shock. This had always seemed such a quiet little restaurant how was he supposed to seduce her if they never got away from all these distractions?

“Uncle Luigi this is my very good friend Draco. Draco this is my honorary Uncle Luigi. He and my mother grew up here and were close friends.” Draco stuck his out to shake and instead found himself hugged much the same as the witch had been. After exchanging a few words the large man went back to his kitchen but not before telling the couple to take a gondola ride after dinner.

The food was perfect and they spent the next hour telling each other about how they each found the restaurant. Before they realized it they had pushed their chairs closer together and were holding hands looking out the window at the canals by moonlight. “Maybe Uncle Luigi has the right idea about that gondola ride.” Draco whispered in her ear. He could feel the shiver that went through her body at the feel of his warm breath on her ear. He could smell the perfume that she wore and decided it was jasmine.

Turning so that their lips were less than an inch apart she said, “I’ve never known him to be wrong.” She closed her eyes as he leaned that little bit to softly kiss her. She felt herself melting into the kiss and Draco took that as a sign to slowly push his tongue into her mouth. As his warm tongue slowly stroked hers she let out a little moan. He broke the kiss saying “Come on love.” and led her to the line of gondolas waiting for hire. They settled into the pillows that lined the sitting area and snuggled close as Venice slid by them. They returned to the kiss they began in the restaurant and all else was forgotten as they got lost in each others kisses and caresses. The gondola came to a stop at the restaurant again. As they broke apart they noticed the gondola driver smiling at them and they broke into embarrassed laughter. Hermione felt as if she were child caught kissing in the third floor hall for the first time and blushed.

After Draco and paid the gondolier he turned to her trying to come up with a way to say that he wanted her to spend the night with him without sounding lecherous. She grabbed his hand and he felt her apparate them both away. He was surprised when they landed in her bedroom. So much for that problem. She was just full of surprises.

“I hope this is alright with you.” she said realizing that she may have taken for granted his intentions. She found she could not look him in the eye as she waited for his answer.

Smirking he put a finger under her chin to make her look at him. When he had captured her amber eyes he slowly leaned down and kissed her. She took his hand and led him to the bed. She slid his jacket off his shoulders and laid it over the chair. Her hands next began to loosen his tie and tossed it over her shoulder with a smirk. He smiled as he watched it sail across the room to land in heap.

He pulled his wand from his pocket and gave a swish and flick causing both of their clothes neatly landed on the chair. Hermione giggled, “You’ll have to teach me that one.”

“Later.” he growled as he crashed his lips against hers and pulled her onto the bed with him. His tongue searched her mouth as his hands slid down her sides. His thumbs just grazed the sides of her round breasts on the way to her waist. He felt the instant hardening of her nipples against his chest. It felt as if all the blood in his body had pooled in his groin along with every nerve ending. He trailed kisses down her neck to her shoulders as his hand began to change direction up her stomach to her ribs.

Gods, what he was doing to her. She felt as if she were on fire. His warm hands moved up her body to rest on her breasts and gently massage them rolling her firm peaks between his fingers. She felt a deep moan escape her kiss swollen lips as her back arched up into his hands. She saw stars as his lips and tongue brushed across her nipples. Her hands buried themselves in his white blonde hair.

Draco lowered his body over hers and her legs parted for him. He settled himself so that his erect cock was resting against her warm wet folds. Black dots exploded over his eyes as she rocked slightly against his already straining member. He adjusted his hips to bring himself to her entrance. He slid just the head in and rocked slightly. Gods she was so tight.

Hermione was ready scream from the teasing motions he made just inside her channel. She thrust her hips forward just as he started to rock into her and caused him to half bury himself in her core.

Draco forgot to breathe as he was suddenly thrust into her. Instinctively he deepened his thrust until he was buried as deep as he could go. He felt his balls brush against her shapely ass and knew he wouldn’t last long. He, Draco Bloody Malfoy King of the All-nighter was not going last long. He stepped up attention on her breasts sucking and licking and smiled when he heard her moan again. He turned his attention to her clit and brushed his fingers over the bundle of nerves that sent shocks through her body.

Hermione yelled his name, “Draco” as she felt her muscles tighten. She teetered on the edge for just one second until his finger brushed “that” spot again. She felt herself shudder as her orgasm broke over both of them taking him with her. She heard him grunt as his head rested in the crook of her neck. He rolled off of her and gathered her in his arms. “Rest love we have all night.” He whispered. They both fell asleep.

They both woke with a jolt as a cell phone rang in the room. Hermione was sitting up in flash, “Accio Phone” she said. The phone sailed from across the room where they had tossed it earlier.

Draco said “Tempus” and red numbers showed 4:30 am. “Let it ring you have a week off” he grumbled as she flipped open the phone.

“Yes” the witch growled. Her eyes flew open and she stiffened, “when…….where……give me 5minutes.” Slamming the phone shut she turned to Draco. I’m sorry darling I have to go. That was Severus I’m needed at the lab.” She bolted to a standing position and ran for her wardrobe. She quickly dressed in jeans and a tee shirt then threw on her trainers. Running back to the bed she gave him a tonsil cleaning kiss and turned for the door. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” she promised as she apparated out of the room.

“Well, that was quick.” Sighing Draco lay back down with her pillow in his arms. He could still smell her perfume on the pillow case. As his eyes closed he wondered if she was indeed part of the Unspeakables he knew his godfather to a leader for.

Hermione apparated to Severus’ side. She immediately recognized the house that was totally engulfed in flames. She turned to her mentor, “Neville, Luna?” she breathed. Her heart beat like a drum.

“They are at St. Mungo’s. Someone broke the wards and brought them outside and tortured them into unconsciousness then set fire to the house.” Snape said.

“Crucio?” Hermione asked. Her training was kicking in with Snape’s dispassionate rendition of events. This was a case to be solved. Professionalism would solve the case not hot headed decisions. She could think of her friends later right now she had to do her job.

Snape was pleased as he saw her training kick in. This was a very hard test of her skills. He knew it was hard for her to put aside her feelings and concentrate on the facts. “Yes, but we don’t know how long it went on. Time will tell. There were at least three sets of prints that had on shoes. Two sets without, probably the victims. We have found three magical signatures. One was definitely Nott.”

“None from the victims? They are both very well trained in defense it is hard to believe that they never fired a spell.” The witch was suspicious. “That means it was someone they trusted enough to maybe question their presence rather than immediately hex them.” She cast the spell to see the signatures in the area. One seemed familiar but she could not place it. “Which one is Nott’s?”

Very good, she cast the spell herself and did not take my word for it Snape thought. “The red one.” His protégé was living up to his expectations.

“The blue one is familiar but I can’t place it.” She said with a sigh. Thinking hard she remembered seeing it at the final battle so it had to be someone who apparated away before the Dark Lord fell. “Who apparated away before the Dark Lord fell?” I know I saw it then.”

“We can check the records at the ministry and see if they have any knowledge. Come on there is little else we can do here. Leave it to Moody and his team.” Severus said as he apparated to the ministry. Hermione followed.

In Hermione’s bedroom Ivy woke Draco. “Master is time to go to work. Master must get up now.”

Groaning he rolled over and opened one eye. “Thank you Ivy.” Draco gathered his clothes and apparated to his room in the main house. Half an hour later he was ready to face the office. He really played a small part in the day to day running of Malfoy Industries. That was the Vice Presidents job. Blaise was his best friend and vice president of his company. He was also his most trusted confidant.

He apparated to his office. As he sat in his chair there was a knock on his door. “Come in Blaise.” he called out. The door opened to reveal the tall dark skinned wizard. He was dressed in casual tan pants and a green polo shirt. He gracefully sat in chair across from Draco and with a waive of his hand two cups of tea appeared. “Ok spill it. Why do you have that goofy grin on your face? You look like a Hufflepuff.”

“Blaise my friend, I think I’m in love.”