Markings of an Inmate

Chapter Four: A Debt Repaid

Blaise was lounging in one of the armchairs in the Heads’ common room when I walked down from my room. His muddy boots were propped up on the glass coffee table and Daphne was curled up in his lap reading a novel of some sort.

Because of our unique situation, I had given him the password to our common room and dorms in case I ever needed his help. It just made things easier and Mi agreed.

“Eh, feet off,” I barked as I dropped my satchel on the ground. Pansy looked up from the floor, her Transfiguration homework spread out in front of her.

“Where’s Theo?”

“Detention,” she replied going back to her essay. I nodded before looking back at Blaise, whose feet were still on my previously clean table.

“I told you to get your nasty muddy boots off my table, didn’t I?” I muttered a stinging hex when he still refused. He cursed at me before casting a cleansing charm on his boots and table then finally taking his feet from the glass.

“What’s got your dick in a twist?” he asked, his annoyance pronounced in every word.

“Just stressed, alright,” I had been - with Mi, school, and mother. There was just too much going around, and, of course, the fact that I hadn’t gotten laid in a good four months could be the reason.

Before Azkaban, I enjoyed sex pretty regularly. Contrary to rumors, I wasn’t as much of womanizer as everyone believed, but willing girls were never a problem. To say I was frustrated and horny was an understatement. I was just downright fucking going mental.

“Come here,” a concerned voice called. I obeyed Pansy’s demand and laid on my stomach as she straddled my hips, working her hands and fingers into my tight muscles. I groaned in appreciation, which caused her to laugh.

“Have I told you how much I adore you lately?” I asked as she worked out the kinks in my right shoulder.

“Nope,” she was smiling.

“Well I do.” I turned my head so that I could watch the flames in the hearth.

Many people thought that Pans and I had dated in the past, we hadn’t. She was one of my best friends and my closest female friend. She understood me in ways that neither Blaise, nor even I, could.

“When are we going to start practicing, captain?”

I grimaced as I heard the smirk in Blaise’s voice.

“Draco!” Both Daph and Pans gasped in unison. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Pansy finished, her tone held her hurt.

“Slipped my mind.” I said through gritted teeth as I glared at the Italian. Blaise let out a soft chuckle and claimed Daphne’s attention.

“Pansy.” I whined and she slapped the back of my head. “Ow!”

“Sorry.” She muttered. “Malfoys do not whine.” I responded with a ‘yes mother’, before I received another head slap.

“So how are Ms. Know-It-All and you going mate?” I threw another glare in his direction. Pansy moved off of me at this statement. I stood up and turned to the Italian.

“Thanks mate.” I muttered sarcastically. Pansy and Daphne were staring with confused and curious eyes.

“You mean Granger?” Pansy asked cautiously.

“Hermione.” I corrected.

“When did this happen?” I was about to retort when I heard the old portrait door creak open.

Thank gods.

“Draco?” I heard Mi’s voice, “A little help?” I laughed when I turned to see her balancing four filing boxes while juggling her satchel and cloak. I crossed the room swiftly, a smile plastered on my face. I took two of the boxes and her satchel before trying to take a third one.

“I got it.” She turned; I shrugged and nudged the door closed with my foot.

I dropped her satchel down at the edge of the crème-colored couch before placing the two boxes on the glass coffee table.

Our common room was pleasant and had a very warm comforting feeling. The walls were a dark chocolate brown with the trim and woodwork a crème color. The white marble fireplace served as the main focal point of the room.

The floors were dark stained hardwood decorated with a light colored rug. Bookshelves lined either side of the fireplace. The fireside furniture – couch and two armchairs – was the same crème hue as the woodwork. The end tables were designed with glass tops like the coffee table in front of the couch.

Two doors on opposite sides of the room completed the layout. The right one led to the study and the one to the left led to the kitchen as well as the stairwell to our rooms.

Mi set her boxes next to the others and took in her surroundings, noticing Pansy, Daphne, and Blaise. “Oh,” was all she said as she took in each one of them.

“’Ello Granger,” Blaise said, moving Daph a bit to make himself more comfortable.

“Hello Blaise.” The tone in her voice made it clear that they were too old for the last name bit.

“Pansy, Daphne,” she said in way of greeting. “How are you?” She asked as she sank down into the couch, slightly exhausted.

I looked at them pleading, willing them to play nice, as I sat down next to her. She moved slightly closer to my person before she stopped at a voice.

“Pretty good, what about you Hermione?” Daphne’s melodic voice allowed me to relax. I glanced at Mi out of the corner of my eye.

“Tired, it has been a really long day.” She said with a sigh.

I chanced to place a comforting arm around her shoulder and she sunk into me. Allowing her warmth to fill me, I looked down in concern, but she just shook her head. I knew it had to be something Weasel-related. For some reason, she still let him upset her sometimes. I didn’t press the issue, she had to work through this on her own and realize that she’s too good for him.

“What are all those?” Daphne asked as she stared at the four boxes that occupied our coffee table for a moment.

“Fourth years’ records,” I stared at her confused. “As one of our duties, we are the ones who decide who becomes a fifth year prefect in each house.” I wanted to whimper in frustration just thinking about the work that lay ahead but just let out a sigh of exasperation.

“Do you need any help?” Pansy asked us. I looked to Hermione and shrugged my shoulders.

“I don’t see any harm.” I said, sitting back further against the plush cushions.

“Yeah the more people, the faster you two get done.” Blaise leaned and grabbed a box. “How many students are we looking at?”

Hermione pulled a list out of her bag.

“There are seventeen in Ravenclaw, twenty in Hufflepuff, eighteen in Gryffindor, and eighteen in Slytherin.” She did the calculations quickly in her head. “So all together we are looking at seventy-three students.”

I let out a long sigh, knowing this would take up most, if not, all of the night. We needed a plan.

“What do we need to do first?” Daphne asked. I pulled out the list of criteria set by Dumbledore and read them over quickly.

“It says here we should be looking for students with good scores, not many detentions, and good judgment, who are trustworthy and hardworking and will not abuse the position.”

“You can narrow the candidates based on two of those from the records, but what are we going to do about the other qualifications?” Daphne asked.

“Well, after narrowing down the students, how ‘bout the five of us go through the files, pick the ones that we think have those qualities and then ask the other seventh year prefects to get to know them? Then we can make a final decision based on their feedback.”

Hermione smiled at my suggestion. “We can bring it up in the meeting tonight.” Mi said grabbing a box for us.

After two hours, we were finished selecting eight candidates from each house. I leaned against Hermione’s legs, closing my eyes, her hands tangled in my hair. We still had an hour left before the meeting. Pansy was asleep in an armchair. Blaise was lightly snoring, sprawled out on the floor with Daphne resting on his chest.

“We should probably straighten up before the others arrive,” Mi mumbled.

I laughed quietly. “Rest love, I got this.”

She smiled as she stood up and made her way up the stairs to the room we now sort of shared: my room. Hearing the door click shut, I reached over to Pansy and gently shook her awake.

“If you want to sleep why don’t you go up to Hermione’s room? She won’t mind.”

She shook her head stretching. “I need to get some homework done. Would you mind if I stayed in the study during the meeting?”

I said ‘no’ and she gathered her things as I quietly made my way to Blaise and Daph. After waking, Blaise muttered something about homework and went to join Pansy with Daphne trailing behind to keep them company. She had no homework; somehow, she always managed to finish it in class.

I sorted the discarded candidates into the right boxes and placed them on the table in the hallway near the portrait door then finished straightening up the odds and ends. I looked at the clock over the archway to the hall: meeting in thirty minutes.

I went upstairs and saw Mi curled around one of my down pillows in the middle of the bed. I pulled a throw blanket from the armchair in the corner and draped it over her before climbing in and pulling her into me.

Jasmine had to be my new favorite scent.

She turned in my arms and looked up at me smiling sleepily. I placed a kiss on the top of her forehead. When I pulled away, she looked at me with some sort of pained expression.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.” She said and snuggled closer to me. I held onto her, confused. I looked at the clock and saw we had fifteen minutes.

“We’ve got to get up Mi.”

We went downstairs to set up. Hermione asked Dobby to get refreshments and some of those plush pillows from the Divination room in the North Tower. Within two minutes, pumpkin juice and a plate of biscuits were on the coffee table and the pillows littered the room. I went into the study to collect Daphne. She quickly claimed an armchair, saying something about her back and the bloody floor.

Mi answered a knock at the portrait. The Prefects had arrived.

“Hello all.” Hermione smile cheerfully at them. I rolled my eyes and leaned against the cool marble mantle.

“First off, let’s make sure everyone is here?” I grabbed the sheet above my head.

All but three were here, one had an excuse, he wasn’t allowed near me. But I wasn’t sure where the other two were. “Anyone know where Weasley and Brown are?” I asked.

I looked to Hermione to see her eyes lose all their warmth. “Anyone?” Everyone shook their heads.

‘Uh-oh, someone is going to get it.’ I smirked in my mirth.

I reached into a glass bowl on the mantle and threw a pinch in the fire. “Gryffindor Common Room.” I stated clearly.

“Hello?” I heard Potter’s voice on the other side.

“Harry, where is Ron and Lavender?” Hermione asked softly and quietly.

“Upstairs in the boys’ dorm why?” Potter asked confused.

“There was a prefects meeting at six. It is mandatory.” I heard Potter mutter ‘oh shit’.

“Harry James Potter, watch your language!”

I let out a bark of a laugh.

“Sorry Mione, be right back.” I heard him yell their names, followed by heavy footsteps. “They’ll be there in a second.”

“Thanks Harry, the door will be open.” The Floo closed. She turned back, a bit too calm and collected, to the other prefects. “While we are waiting, anybody need anything? We have pumpkin juice and biscuits if anyone is interested.”

I looked over to Daphne who mouthed ‘Is she okay?’ to me. I shook my head and headed over to leave the portrait door ajar. Five minutes later it opened, slowly revealing two very disheveled teens.

“Why, it is so considerate of you two to join us.” My voice was full of boredom and malice. “We were just talking about what happens when prefects are late for mandatory meetings, but you lot felt there was no need to be here on time so . . . we will continue.”

I turned to grab some papers from Hermione. She mouthed a small ‘thank you’ and I smiled in return.

“First order of business: this afternoon, Hermione, Daphne, Blaise, Pansy, and I went through all the records of the fourth years to decide who would become next year’s prefects. From seventy-three students, we found eight candidates from each house. You lot will be getting to know these candidates to see who shows good judgment, is trustworthy, is hardworking, and will not abuse their power.”

“Someone not like you,” I heard Weasley mutter under his breath.

“Ronald Weasley! First off for being late fifteen points from Gryffindor, same goes to you, Lavender. Secondly, you know better and you know what I am talking about. And thirdly, you will not insult the Head Boy for any reason this moment on! If Draco did not have any of those qualities I am sure Dumbledore wouldn’t have made him Head Boy.”

I smirked at the shocked boy. “Thank you, Hermione.”

She smiled at me before taking over. “The professors would like us to have some types of functions and fundraisers, any ideas?”

After another hour, we dismissed all the prefects, with only Ginny and Daphne remaining. For the functions, we had four dances and a couple of mock games, where goodies would be sold and admission would be paid.

I went to get Blaise and Pansy, asking if they wanted to stay for dinner. They agreed and we all headed to the kitchen to meet Hermione, Ginny, and Daphne.

“You guys staying?” Hermione glanced around the icebox’s door. Blaise and Pansy nodded and Blaise asked if there was anything they could do.

“No, Draco and I can get this one, but you all can go out into the common room.” They filed out as I closed the door.

I crossed the room in matter of seconds and took her my arms, relief filling my veins. Her arms wrapped around me, causing euphoria. Her scent floated through my body and her warmth comforted me. I heard her let out a sob and picked her up, placing her on the marble countertop. She clung to me as she cried, and to be truthful I did not know whether she was crying from pain or frustration. I was leaning towards the latter of the two.

“Shh,” I muttered as she nuzzled against my neck, her hot breath causing goosebumps on my arms. I tried to soothe her by combing her hair with my fingers.

“Mi, you have to stop letting him upset you. He’s a prat and has no respect for women. Do you forget that he hit you? He fucking doesn’t deserve you or your tears.”

She sat back and wiped away the tears. Giving her a smile, she shook her head as I helped her off the counter. She pulled out a knife and began to cut up the ingredients for a salad.

“Talk to me, Mi,” I pleaded with her gently. She turned and leaned against the counter.

“I’m confused, and I don’t like being confused.” I heard her voice crack and closed the small distance between us, holding her face gently in my hands.

My heart was aching. I wanted, no needed, her to stop crying.

“Is it because of me?” I asked. She nodded gently and I stepped away. She turned back to the salad.

“Grab a pot from the rack please, Draco.” She continued to chop, slice, and prep. I grabbed the large soup pot, went to the cupboard, and grabbed a couple of cans of creamy clam chowder. We finished quickly. I opened the door and four people fell through the threshold.

Hermione let out a small squeal and I simply raised my eyebrows at the four bodies that littered my kitchen floor. “What are you doing?”

All of them looked up sheepishly at me. I let out a sigh before stepping over them to get to the other room. Hermione handed me the food-laden tray, laughing slightly at the goof balls that were now just standing up.

I walked and sat steaming soup on the coffee table as Hermione came in with the salad. I ladled a bowl of soup for Mi and then handed her the bowl. Blaise ladled soup for Pansy, Ginny, and Daphne.

“Hermione,” Ginny gently prodded, “Are you okay?” Hermione looked up at her and then at me, hoping I would have the answers. She looked down at her soup.

“Some days I am, but when he pulls stuff like he did today, no.” Ginny frowned a moment before looking at me, she saw the concern etched onto my face.

“Can I ask you something, Malfoy?”

I looked up and looked at Blaise afraid. He laughed at my reaction. “Um, sure . . .”

She looked at her friend’s confused face before continuing. “What are your intentions with Hermione?” I choked on my pumpkin juice and the girl in question screamed at her best friend.

“Ginny! Why are you asking him that?”

Blaise, Pansy, and Daphne chuckled at my discomfort.

“I got this.” I sat down my drink before replying. “We are friends, at the moment. Does that answer your question?” I smirked, Mi blushed, and Ginny smiled a knowing smile.

“Yes it does, Draco. Yes it does.”

We finished dinner in between laughter and discomfort. Hermione was leaning against me, my arm wrapped around her and her hand intertwined with mine, when there was a knock on our door. Ginny got up to answer it, revealing Potter, Weasel, and Brown followed by Theo walking in right behind them looking for Pansy.

Ignoring the annoying trio, I greeted my friend, “Theo,” I laughed. “Come join us.” Pansy crossed the room to her beau’s arm with the grace of a dancer.

“Hello.” She brushed her hand against his cheek, as he ran his hand through her hair.

“Hello.” He murmured back pulling her into his arms. The Gryffindors watched the interaction with interest, all except for Mi. She had experienced this form of affection and intimacy from me. It was just the way we behaved, especially with someone we cared about.

“Hey Hermione.” Potter spoke first, walking towards us and plopping down on one of the pillows that still littered the floor. Weasley and Brown followed behind him, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist and his arm draped around her shoulders. I was really trying to understand why they were here.

“Hey Herms.” I felt her cringe underneath my arms at Weasley’s statement. Then he noticed our position. “What are you doing with him?” I saw Potter roll his eyes as he launched into a conversation with Blaise about the upcoming Quidditch year.

“He lives here, Won-Won.” Mi’s voice held my sarcasm. I could tell her temper was barely under control.

Blaise burst out in hysterical laughter, followed soon by Theo and Potter. I allowed myself to chuckle softly and Mi was beaming at me.

“That’s not what I meant and you know that, Hermione.”

Lavender shot a glare in Mi’s direction and I sneered at her, pulling Mi closer.

“Not that it’s your concern but we are friends.” She stated calmly. He looked at her incredulously and I felt her tense in anger. I rubbed her arm soothingly to encourage her. “I’m comfortable with him.”

“We will talk about this later.”

“No, we won’t.” Her voice firm as she glared, daring him to answer. He looked back slightly shocked.

“How ‘bout we play a little game.” Theo had a smirk on his face as he conjured up a bottle of fire whiskey and nine shot glasses.

“Aren’t we a little old for ‘I Never’, Theo?” He rolled his eyes and gestured to the Gryffindors. Weasley, Potter, Hermione, and Ginny were looking confused at the cluster of glasses and liquor on the table.

“What is ‘I Never’?” Mi asked.

Lavender let out a girlish giggle. “Only the best game.” Her bubble-gum baby voice annoyed me.

“It’s a childish drinking game.” I told Hermione.

“Aw, come on mate just one game and anyone can leave when they want.” Theo begged.

I looked at Hermione. “It’s up to you Mi.”

She smiled at my nickname for her and nodded. “Line ‘em up.”

After a quick explanation of the rules, Ginny went first. She smirked as she spoke. “I’ve never slept with a Slytherin.”

Blaise, Daphne, Pansy, Theo, Lavender, and I took a shot. Mi looked up at me confused, I shook my head.

“Okay one thing; when you say ‘sleep’ you mean ‘sleep’ but if you are talking about sex say ‘sex’ okay.” I said and everyone nodded.

Blaise went next, “I have never slept with a Gryffindor.” I growled and took a shot.

“Who?” Theo asked.

“Mi.” Potter and Weasley started to say something but Hermione reminded them about the ‘no getting angry ‘rule.

After couple of questions, Lavender asked one smirking. “I have never found Hermione Granger attractive.” Ron, Blaise, Theo, and I took a shot; after a second, Ginny, Pansy, and Daphne took one also.

“Not in that way Mione, but you are gorgeous.” Ginny laughed good-naturedly.

Hermione blushed but still was hurt by Lavender’s comment. “Harry?”

“Don’t get me wrong Mione, you are just too much of a sister for me to find you attractive. But I will agree with Ginny you are a very gorgeous young woman. Hm, okay so I guess I’ll have to take a shot.” He smiled as he said that and took a shot.

“Well, that was a low blow, but Draco I am going to boost your ego.” Blaise laughed.

“Please don’t.” My head in my hands.

“I have never gotten hot and bothered over Draco Malfoy.” Daphne, Ginny, Lavender, and Hermione took a shot. I laughed and stood up.

“I am done, and I am kicking everyone out.”

Hermione giggled, she couldn’t hold her liquor. They filed out of the common room, and only Hermione was left.

“I have one more question.” She swayed; as she stood up I wrapped an arm around her waist.

“And what would that be?” I picked her up and walked up the stairs. She let out another little giggle.

“Have you ever been hot and bothered because of me?” My breath caught in my throat. I tried to fight the Veritaserum that was in the liquor.

“Yes.” It was a just a whisper but I knew she heard me. I set her down when we reached my room.

She turned, looking at me with an expression I could not decipher. Wrapping one arm around my neck, the other trailed to the hem of my jumper. Her other hand soon joined it to pull the jumper over my head.

“Hermione?” I asked breathless. She placed a finger against my lips and started to unbutton my shirt, slowly. I stilled her hands, “Please Mi, you are making this so hard.”

She was making me hard as well.

“Draco, I’m not going to make you break your probation.”

She tugged my shirt off and nearly growled in annoyance when she noticed the white t-shirt underneath. She yanked it off quickly leaving me only in my pants. Then she went to the clasp of my buckle and undid it swiftly. She pushed my trousers down so they gather at my ankles. I stepped out of them.

Slowly, she undid her tie, un-tucked her shirt and unbuttoned it before shrugging it off. I felt the blood rush to my groin as she stood there in her school skirt, shoes, stockings, and a lace lilac pushup bra that clearly showed off the lush breasts I so desperately wanted to taste.

Wicked fantasies started playing in my head.

“You are going to be the death of me.”

Silencing me with her fingers, she slipped out of her shoes and socks. With her skirt pool around her feet after unzipping it, I groaned and nearly stopped breathing: she had matching tiny knickers.

I had to have her. I had to touch her.

I lifted her quickly into my arms and dropped her on the bed face down before crawling up her body. With trembling hands, I felt her soft skin against mine and was on fire. I wanted work my tongue in slowly circles up her back from her knickers to the nape of her neck. Instead, I pulled her to me and she sighed at the contact of my body. She felt so good and it just made me harder.

I tried to will my erection away but it refused to leave. Then she ground her backside against me and I nearly lost control as I let out a hiss mixed with pain and pleasure. I could already feel the slight tingling of the tattoos.

“Screw it.” I snarled in her ear and she moaned.

I flipped her over so that she faced me and shifted my weight so I was straddling one of her legs. I devoured her mouth quickly, pouring all of my frustration and passion into the kiss. None too gently, I bit and licked at her lower lip, asking for permission and soon our tongues were in another battle of dominance.

I tore away from her mouth and kissed my way down her body. I placed feather kisses on her ribs and she squirmed. My tongue dipped into her naval and she sighed softly. All the while, my hands caressed arms and ghosted over her breasts – I could feel the small pebbles as I grazed my thumbs lightly across them. She was so responsive and delicious with whispering moans and tiny gasps. Her thighs parted voluntarily the lower I went.

Merlin, I could smell her arousal.

I softly bit and sucked the inside of her thighs and my erection became more painful as she bucked under my hands. I wanted her so badly, in so many ways: making love, sex, fucking – I wanted to do it all with my Mi. I knew I’d never felt this for anyone before, the emotions mixed with sexual need were overpowering.

I had to stop NOW and I did.

“Ugh, gotta stop.” Breathing heavily, I laid beside her as she was murmuring how sorry she was.

“I’m not, love, but I need a cold shower.” I was slowly regaining control of my body and emotions but could feel the scars burning.

She nodded against my chest. I got up and walked to the washroom, still in pain. After a long shower, I made a Floo call to Blaise from the common room. The pain was worse now.

“What’s up mate?” I heard him ask.

“Can you come up here please?” I gasp out in shock as I felt the scars rip open.

“What happened?”

I let out a ragged breath. “Just please hurry. I’ll explain then.”

The fire died and ten minutes later Blaise came through the portrait hole to find me leaning against the marble and blood leaking through freshly opened wounds.

“Draco!” He ran to the bathroom and brought back a bowl of soap, water and a rag. He cleaned up the blood and whispered an antiseptic charm over the wounds before wrapping them with bandages.

He helped me up the stairs to my room. One glance at Hermione’s sleeping state and he understood. After helping me into a clean pair of pants and shirt and guiding me into bed, he made me swallow a numbing potion.

“Thanks mate. I owe you one.” I smiled as he was walking out.

“Nawh, I’m repaying you." He replied before disappearing down the stairs.

I breathed Hermione’s scent in before gathering her into my arms. Looking at her body, I noticed she was wearing a pair of my boxers and the button-down shirt I’d worn today.

She snuggled against me and I jerked with the slight pain the friction caused. My balls were permanently blue by now. I adjusted myself once more before smiling softly and falling into a deep sleep.

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Questions: Why did he feel pain with McNair and not Mi? – With the Death Eaters he feels it right then and there, but it’s a progression with Mi and the more he does certain –ahem- things with her. The faster the punishment will affect him. – For caseyjarryn

When will we know what Draco’s fabricated crime he committed? – In time, it will go into detail gradually during later chapters. - For tambrathegreat

Edited: Feb. 27, 2010
AN: Betas are Margarita and Sam. I am keeping all answers to questions as references.