The Two Way Mirror

Hermione woke in the middle of the night, strange warmth behind her, a pale arm wrapped around her and the mark of a Death Eater staring her in the face. Her mind replayed the past 48 hours. Reminding her she was a prisoner to Draco Malfoy, pureblood supremacist.

Slowly, she tried to disentangle herself from the blond wizard without waking him. She was sore from their first sexual encounter. A third one in less than 24 hours might be a bit much.

She had almost freed herself from the grasp of the sleeping man, but she moved too quickly. Malfoy’s eyes fluttered open from the sudden movement. “Granger, go back to sleep,” Draco said as he pulled the witch back down onto the bed. “Unless you want another round?” He added, a hopeful smirk playing on his face.

He was a handsome man once you set the negative things aside and looked at him. Not at his personality or life choices, just his face, his body, and his velvety voice.

Hermione did not speak a word. She just shook her head and curled back up near his firm body, draping her arm across his hard abs.
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Harry was looking into the mirror. Trying to figure out if his mind was playing tricks on him because he missed his best friend so much, or if she was indeed sleeping with the man that Severus Snape had just admitted wanted to join the light.

Hermione didn’t look injured, save for a slight hint of blue on the right side of her face. She looked quite at ease lying in the enemy's arms. Maybe Hermione knew something that he didn't? He questioned the logic behind the scene for quite some time, staring at the two naked bodies entangled in one another.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” he said to himself as he left the Astronomy Tower, heading towards a certain potion master's private quarters.

His feet carried him faster than his thoughts were thinking of what he was going to say. Before he even realized what was going on, he was knocking on the heavy wooden door.

“Yes Potter?” the black haired, hooked nose professor asked after he swung the heavy door open.

“I would like to rethink your offer.” Harry said looking at the ground.

It was not often he needed help. Finding it in someone he detested for a fair share of years was something quite hard for Harry to do.

“And what offer would that be?” Snape asked, looking questioningly at the boy. He was trying to hide the smirk that wanted to surface. Snape knew what offer Harry meant. He hadn't made any other offers to the boy recently. He just wanted a little entertainment. The potions professor knew that Harry avoided contact with him as much as possible.

“The offer of Draco Malfoy spying for the light, sir” Harry said.

“I will bring him around tomorrow evening then.” Snape said, closing the door as quickly as he had opened it.

Harry was feeling very uneasy. He wanted to confront Hermione’s captor, but knew it would be best not to, for her pride and dignity.

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Draco was woken early in the morning by a light tapping sound coming from the bedroom window farthest from the bed. The beak of a rare black owl was the source of the noise. He untangled himself from Hermione and quietly lifted himself off the bed.
"Bloody bird," Draco cursed barely audible. "You couldn't make it easy and tap on this window, could you?" He was referring to the window that was just above the bed. It would have been a little easier for him to reach up and unlatch the window above the bed, rather than risk waking a sleeping Hermione. But that was not an option, the bird kept tapping on the far window.

He opened the window and took the piece of rolled parchment from the owl. It was a letter from Snape informing him about the meeting he was to have with Potter later on this evening. A plan had formed in Draco’s head on how he could keep his new toy with him a little while longer before returning her to the arms of Weasley and Potter.

Draco crawled back into the bed and placed firm kisses on the base of Hermione’s neck. She let out a moan and repositioned herself in her sleep. Another kiss on her shoulder and she became more aware of her surroundings.

A smile on Malfoy’s lips was a pleasant thing to wake up to. It made him seem less like a monster. Hermione rolled herself over onto her side so they were facing each other. She ran a hand through his soft blond hair.

After a moment of looking into his cold gray eyes, she felt at ease. His eyes were not full of hate or anger, despite the way they had gotten along in the past. Instead they were warm, promising, almost trying to say something, reassure her.

She shook her head. These were the things she was hoping she would see. She was delusional to be thinking that the Draco Malfoy she knew could be a kind, caring, compassionate human being.

She knew what he wanted. She could see it in his eyes. He was thirsty for her. The look of longing in his eyes. She closed her eyes and lifted herself from the bed.

“I need a shower,” she replied to an unspoken question, but the questioning expression on his face. He nodded in understanding, lifted himself off the bed, and then walked into his own private bathroom after Hermione had stepped into the hallway.

Draco let the hot water fill the small room with hot steam as he sat on the toilet thinking things he never thought he would. He would never admit it to anyone but himself, but he was feeling more than just sexual attraction to the witch, and it scared him. He did not want to return her to Potter, she'd never come near him again.

Hermione would fight in the war. There were chances of her being brutally murdered by a lunatic. The kind of lunatic like his fellow followers of the Dark Lord. He could not lose this woman he was growing feelings for.
He was confused. He wanted her to be alive after the war. Alive and with him. He had a hard time thinking of a way to make this happen.

He stepped into the hot water, his mind wandering off to the way she had touched him the previous day.
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Hermione stepped out of the shower, she felt a little bit better. Her mind was plagued with green eyes watching her as she was in bed with Malfoy. She knew it couldn't be possible. Harry could not see what she was doing. If he knew where she was he would come looking for her immediately. For all they knew, she was raped, tortured and killed by the Death Eaters.

She narrowed it down to guilt and left it at that.

She wrapped a towel around her hair and another around her body. Quietly, she stepped through the hallway and into her room. The air was cool to her skin and she flopped down on her bed wondering how long she would have to go on living the way she was.

A rumble in her stomach cleared her head of all thoughts of Harry and Ron. She walked to the closet, grabbed a light blue sweat suit, tossed it on then headed towards the kitchen. She smiled as she found the kitchen empty and a plate of food on the table.

She perched herself on a stool by the window and started eating. The sky was blue and she wished she could be out in the sun, reading by a babbling creek or listening to the friendly bantering between the boys about quidditch and wizards chest.

The footsteps she waited for never came. The commanding velvet voice never spoke, and an appearance of her captor was never seen. Hermione finished up her meal then headed towards the library. When she entered the library, she watched as Draco Malfoy was engulfed in green flames and whizzed away by the floo network.


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Draco flooed to Severus Snape’s home in Spinner's End and looked around the small square room. The bookshelves that covered the walls were littered with books and different colored vials of liquid sat on the fireplace mantle. There was a desk on the far side of the room covered with parchment, quills, and other writing needs. Two green worn out armchairs sat near the fireplace.

Snape walked into the room, a crooked half smile on his face. “Draco, sit. Make yourself comfortable,” he said motioning towards the green chair opposite the one he had chosen to sit in himself.

“Mr. Potter should be arriving here shortly, but before he does, I want to explain something to you. Your skills in occlumency need to be practiced and mastered, or you may sell yourself out to The Dark Lord. Without a second thought, he would take your life for such a traitorous act.” As his Godfather, Severus would not hide small things such as this from the boy. He was putting himself on a suicide mission and knew what he was doing.

Draco nodded. He knew that Voldemort was highly trained at legilimency. He was well aware he had to be able to protect his mind against the Dark Lord’s mind probing. “I will practice,” Draco said. He looked around the room, suddenly very nervous.

Green flames filled the fire grate, startling both Snape and his godson. Harry Potter appeared a serious look on his face. He glared daggers at Draco the moment his eyes landed on him.

The two men occupying the green chairs stood and welcomed Harry into the room like they were all old friends. An awkward silence filled the room, making it near impossible to want to be there. Snape’s humming gave their minds a temporary distraction from the awkwardness. He hummed as he silently cast protective spells over the house.

“Let’s begin.” Snape said as he made a third green chair appear for the new guest.

Harry, Draco and Severus all sat in unison.

“Mr. Potter, I have brought you here on your request to accept help from Mr. Malfoy.” Severus added, hoping this might break the uneasiness in the room.

“Mr. Malfoy, You are volunteering your services to The Order as a double agent. You are willing to spy on The Dark’s activities, report missions, plans, and strategies back to Mr. Potter or I. This is indeed the reason why you have requested this meeting, right?”

“Yes” Draco said, nodding his head in agreement.

His sudden change of mind had Harry wondering. Why would he want to be part of the light rather than the dark? Why was he suddenly willing to give his life for someone he obviously never got along with since the day they met?

“Mr. Malfoy. I will need you to swear a wizard’s oath that you are, in fact, in favor of the light.

Draco knew that it would come down to this. He would swear the oath. If he ever went against it he would suffer the most intolerable pain he could imagine. Not even the cruciatus curse would hurt him as bad as going back on a wizard’s oath.

“I, Draco Lucas Malfoy, swear a wizard’s oath to be faithful to Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix. To fight loyally alongside them, share with them all of my knowledge on Voldemort’s plans, attacks and information.” A moment passed and a green aura surrounded Draco sealing the oath.

Harry looked at the blond wizard, who just secretly joined the ranks of The Order. He could not see the wizard sitting in the green chair, he saw a wizard embracing his best friend. He did not know what prompted him, but he asked anyway.

“Where is Hermione?” Harry asked completely blunt and to the point. He had barely spoken a word since he entered Spinners End. Now he was determined to get his best friend back, that is, if the things images in the mirror were true.

‘I need to lie.’ Draco thought. But pain surged through his body. He had sworn to pass on information he knew. “She is at my home.” Draco spoke, wishing he had control over it.

That is all Harry needed to know. “Bring her to Hogwarts tomorrow night and I won’t have you sent to Azkaban for kidnapping.” Harry spoke, venom dripping from his voice.

Draco knew he had to comply with the order. As much as he detested it, he would do what he was told. Suddenly, ensuring his safety on either side in favor of the war seemed to be a bad idea. He felt that he was nowhere near done with Granger.

Harry rose from his chair. He felt he had nothing more to say to either of the double agents. He walked to the fire grate, picked up the floo powder and in a soft murmur of words he was gone.

The meeting was over and the silence was too much. Draco stood and went to the fire grate. He too disappeared through the green flames.

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Hermione was stretched out on the black sofa, a burgundy pillow beneath her head, a transfiguration book across her chest, eyes closed and snoring quietly.

Draco smiled as he watched the witch sleep and slowly crossed the room to stand near her. He picked the book from her chest and placed it back on the shelf. He walked back over to the sleeping witch, picked her up off the couch and carried her up the stairs to her room.

24 hours, that was all he had left.

He pulled the covers back with one hand while supporting Hermione’s weight with his knee. He then placed Hermione on the bed, stripped down to his green silk boxers and climbed into bed on the other side.

Hermione woke as she felt a depression in the bed and the warmth of a body next to her. She groaned something Draco couldn’t make out and curled her body into his.

It did not take long for the pressure of the day to sweep Draco off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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Harry did not speak of his meeting to anyone. Not even Ginny or his best mate, Ron. Instead, he walked up to the prefect’s bathroom and filled the tub with hot water and added unscented bubbles. He needed to relax, to think about what he was doing. If he was either going to confront Hermione, or let it slide. He knew she was taken by Death Eaters. But why did it have to be Draco Malfoy, of all people? It did not make sense to him.

Harry sat in the big pool like bath and thought about the private acts he had seen being performed by Hermione and Malfoy. It did not look like she was terrified of what was happening, she looked like she was enjoying herself, and that alone scared Harry.

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Hermione woke a few hours after Malfoy had brought her up to her room and realized he was still in her bed, barely wearing any clothing.

She reached out her hand and ran it across his firm abs up to his muscular shoulders. She never had a chance to explore his body and she took full advantage of it. She examined his pecks, his leg muscles and then back to his washboard abs.

Draco felt the warm touch of Hermione’s hands roaming over his body and he woke with a painful erection, a moan escaped from his lips.

Hermione felt him stir from her touch and tried to pretend like she was sleeping. She failed. Malfoy pulled her on top of him so she was straddling his hips and smiled up at her. A weak smile, but it was there none the less.

“Are you ready to go back to your friend?” He asked, the smile fading fast and sadness filling his eyes.

“What?” Hermione asked in disbelief.

“Your friends, are you ready to go back to them?” He asked again.

“You’re letting me go?” Hermione asked again, shock still evident.

“I have no choice.” He said with more sadness filling his eyes.

“What do you mean you have no choice?” She pressed the issue further, knowing there was a good chance that he would not answer the question.

“I have joined The Order.” He replied and looked to the other side of the room.

Realization hit Hermione. He had to let her go because he was now part of her team.

“What about Voldemort?” She hated saying his name. But Harry insisted on everyone saying it and not being afraid of a name. She shuddered and looked into the gray eyes.

“I will be betraying him. Look Granger, you cannot tell anyone that I am part of the Order. This is between Potter, Professor Snape, and me. I am telling you so that you know why you are being released.” He let the realization of his actions once again weigh down his life.
Hermione listened to this man speak. A man she thought was foul and rude. She realized he was lost and confused. Now he was risking his life and going on a suicide mission. Her heart went out to him, she would never tell him that, but she found a new admiration for the blond wizard and she did not know how to go about it.

“So this is our last night together.” Malfoy said bringing Hermione out of her thoughts. She looked down at him, her brown eyes met the cool blue gray and she had the sudden impulse to kiss him.

Her lips crashed down on his. He brought his hands up and massaged her round ass as she kissed him long and deep. Moans were escaping from their throats. His hands moved from her ass to the side of her shirt and pulled it up, over her head. The shirt was discarded on the floor and was followed quickly by a white silk bra.

There was no way Draco was going to get her pants off while she was straddling him. He rolled them over so he was nestled in between her legs. His hands toyed with the elastic band on her black sweat pants and then pulled them and her blue thong down in one pull. He repeated the action again, this time pulling down his boxers.

His lips sought out her neck and he nipped at it playfully. Her hand trailed down his body and stopped between his legs. He was hard, and her hand around him made him harder. He let out a loud moan from her touch and ducked his head down and took her left nipple in his mouth.

He teased her nipple with his tongue and then went to the other and lavished it with the same attention. Hermione’s breathing was becoming more erratic. She was moaning and gasping, longing for his touch.

Hermione’s hands explored Draco’s shoulders and arms, her soft feathery touch only making Draco harder. Within moments, he went from teasing her left nipple with his tongue to plunging deep and hard into Hermione’s soft, moist core.

Her legs were wrapped around his torso and her nails dragged down his back leaving red lines on his pale skin. She needed deeper, deeper and harder. She could not get it in the position they were in.

Hermione pushed Draco off of her and crawled to the top of the bed on all fours. She pressed her head to the pillow and lifter her ass in the air and wiggled it playfully, encouraging Draco to grab a hold of her hips.

A smile on his face as he moved forward slowly, his hands running up the side of her legs and firmly grasping a hold on her hips. She moaned at the contact of his skin and bucked her hips back, wanting him to be inside of her.

He kissed her spine and then slowly positioned himself at her wet entrance. In moments he was thrusting hard enjoying the sensation that was boiling up in his insides. Their moans grew louder with each deep thrust. Draco’s hand snaked out and started rubbing her clit vigorously.
When Hermione came, her hips bucked wildly and she screamed “Malfoy!” Her whole body shook and Draco slowed his thrusts as her walls tightened around his hard member. He pulled out slowly and laid down on his back. He then pulled Hermione on top of him so that she was straddling his hips once again. “I like this,” he said as he lifted her high enough to place his hard member at her dripping entrance.

He lowered her down and a deep moan escaped from low in his throat. Hermione was already feeling another sensation growing in her stomach and started rocking her hips in a steady rhythm. Her eyes sparkling as she looked down at the blond wizard.

Draco’s hands ran up and down her sides and stopped on her hips guiding her harder and faster down onto him. He thought if he was dead this would be heaven and bent up to catch one of her bouncing breasts in his mouth.

Her hips were rocking back and forth, her moans getting louder, her breath becoming quicker and the sensation was ready to burst from her body. Draco’s breath hitched and he let out a loud moan with a slight nod.

Hermione noticed the nod. She started riding him harder and faster until she felt herself having her second orgasm. His breath on her body was hot. Her inner muscles around him brought him to the brink of his own orgasm and he came with a thundering force, his hot seed flowing into her tight moist heat.

“Hermione,” he said in a soft voice. He knew it was the first time he ever called her by her given name, rather than her last name. He wanted to know her on that level, though he would not admit it at this point in time. Not when he had to return her. He would be lucky if she ever spoke to him again.

A sudden sadness filled him. He rolled onto his side and pulled Hermione into his embrace again. “I’m sorry,” he whispered as she lolled off into a light sleep.

Hermione groaned, she barely made out the words whispered into her ear, and what she heard may not have been what he had said.

Sleep took them both quickly and the afternoon faded into night.

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Harry paced the Room of Requirement, mirror in hand. He had seen no sign of Hermione since the night he had found the mirror and seen Malfoy and Hermione. He did not know what was going on between the two and he was not sure he wanted to know.

Hermione had never asked him about his love life or sexual activity, why should he dig into hers? Because she was his best friend, and she was sleeping with the enemy, who was of course no longer really the enemy, but not a trusted person.

He knew he would never confront Hermione about sleeping with Malfoy. He knew that she would be furious about the mirror and Harry watching, and if she ever found out how aroused he was by it. That could cost him their friendship. He was so confused.

Harry put the mirror back in his pocket and left the Room of Requirement. The next day would be better. He told himself as he remembered Hermione would be back with him and Ron. She’d be able to help train for the final battle.

He walked slowly back to the Gryffindor tower, trying to clear his mind from all that was bothersome. He tried to talk himself into being tired. Maybe he could get one decent night of sleep knowing Hermione was indeed safe and soon to be on her way back into his life.



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