His only Need

When Hermione entered Draco’s hideaway she gasped in shock. It looked like a bomb had gone off in there. Broken stools, ripped book pages and shattered glass all over the place; Draco was sitting in a corner breathing heavily with his head hidden in his arms.

“What the hell have you been up to?” She gasped, her eyes still not believing what they saw.

Draco jumped at the sound of her voice, not having heard her come in. “I… I… uhmmm… Kind of freaked,” a crooked smile slowly spread across his face. “Stupid… I know… But I… well… uhmmm… I didn't think you would be coming back now that Potter and Weasel… Weasley were back… It felt like… well… I freaked!”

She looked at him, shaking her head, then burst out in laughter. “Where is your confidence, Mr. Malfoy?” she chuckled, her eyes blazing with laugher. When he turned red she laughed harder yet, tears running down her face thinking that this was the most idiotic thing she had ever seen. As he got to his feet she went over to him smiling, stopped before him, her face turning very serious. “If you are playing with me or if you break my heart you’ll be begging Voldemort to kill you.” Then raising herself on her toes she kissed him before she lost her nerve. He pulled her closer kissing her back with such passion her knees buckled under her. Breaking the kiss, he held her tight and whispered “You're mine!”



They spent the day in his hideout, Hermione telling him about the Horcruxes, the meeting that night, that McGonagall expected Draco to go to the meeting and that they’ll meet up with the Headmistress and go together.

Draco couldn’t take his eyes off her, studying her face, her hair, his eyes lingered at her lips, not really hearing the words she spoke, but hypnotized but the soft look and movement when she spoke.

“Draco… DRACO!” She snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Draco, you’re not listening to a word I say.” He smirked at her. “No, but I’m sure it was very interesting.” He stood up and went over to her chair, looking down on her, a very naughty smile lighting up his eyes. It took Hermione’s breath away and sent a shiver down her spine.

“Come beautiful, enough talking,” offering her his hand. She suddenly felt shy, letting her eyes drop to the floor. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to and I see myself as a gentleman so I’m not going to “shag” you, even if Weasel thinks we have already. You’re not ready for that!”

She almost felt a little offended by the way he said it, but she knew he was right. She took his hand and let he lead her to his bed, butterflies tickled her stomach. She had snogged with a boy before, but she knew Draco’s reputation as a sex-god and that made her feel clumsy and foolish.

He let go of her hand and climbed into bed, stretching out and urging her to lie down beside him, “Just want to hold you, Hermione… Trust me. Now, will you pleeeeeease… I’ll be a good boy!” He smiled as he said it. When had he EVER been a good boy? What was this girl doing to him!

She sighed and crawled up to him. He closed his eyes when she put her hand on his chest. As they lay there in silence, sleep came to them both, a peaceful light sleep Draco hadn’t enjoyed in a very long time.





“Miss Granger… Mr. Malfoy… Wake up.” A voice crept slowly into Hermione’s sleep. THE MEETING! She sat up so quickly it made Draco jump up grabbing his wand ready to fight whatever had scared Hermione so. Still half asleep he cried out "Stupefy" at the shadow by the fireplace. There was a bump and Hermione let out a little shriek, then cried out a loud “NO!” Draco looked down at the figure frozen by the fireplace he saw Headmistress McGonagall’s slender body with eyes wide open lying there. “Excellent! I’m in so much trouble now!” he muttered. Hermione jumped out of bed, wand ready to reverse the hex. He had good reflexes though, he thought to himself allowing a little grin. He got up to help the elder witch to her feet, preparing for a yelling worthy of Mrs. Weasley judging from the howlers Weasel had gotten through the years.

“You’re quick with that wand, Mr. Malfoy,” McGonagall said when she got to her feet. “Lucky for me AND you, you only used a freezing charm.” She looked at him with a sense of wonder, he truly would be an asset to the Order, if he accepted their offer that is.

Draco didn’t know if that was a compliment or if she was being sarcastic. He wasn’t accustomed to praise, well only in… He smirked, then shook his head to clear it, he needed to stay focus.

“Well, are you ready? The others are expecting us.” Straightening her hat, McGonagall directed them to the fireplace. Draco felt a bit anxious, not knowing why the Order wanted him at the meeting.





They arrived at Grimmauld Place at the moment the big clock in the hallway struck midnight. They went into the kitchen where the members of the Order had already taken their places.

“Well, it’s about time, we were wondering if anything had happened,” Molly Weasley sighed.
“No, mum, you were begging Lupin to go check on them when they were one minute late,” George laughed. “Honestly, Mum.” All the Weasley boys shook their heads making everyone around the table join in the laughter.
Molly turned bright red and looked quite offended.

Draco sat down, not sure where to look, very uncomfortable and glad when Hermione, taking his hand, sat down on the stool next to him. “At least I have her on my side.” Casting a glance at Harry he almost fell of the chair when the boy wizard smiled at him and winked. Then he looked at Ron and was greeted with a fierce look of… was it hate, jealousy or something else? Hmmm, hate he could handle, but Potter's friendliness he didn’t know how take.

He then realized that the room was deathly quiet and when he looked up he saw that all the eyes in the room were locked on him.

“Now people, it is not polite to stare,” Lupin’s soft voice almost sounded like thunder in the quiet room. “Let's start the meeting!”

“The first topic is if we are willing to take in a new member of the Order and if he is willing to join forces with us when we begin the final battle with Lord Voldemort. Well, young master Malfoy, would you, if all accept it, be willing to become a member of The Order of the Phoenix?”

Draco felt a rush of shock running through his body from head to toe, leaving him a little dizzy. “Ummm… What?” he looked straight at Lupin. “Please say that again.” He looked at Hermione and saw a mirror image of his own reaction.
Then Lupin explained that after some of the Order members discussed Draco's pros and cons, they decided to call a meeting to see if he would even be interested. Also, to see if the other members would agree that he was better to have on the team than walking around a lose cannon, never knowing who he would attack. At this McGonagall made a small cough trying to disguise a laugh and Hermione quickly looked down at the table giggling, making Draco roll his eyes and shake his head.

“Something I should know?” Lupin looked from one to another. McGonagall just shook her head and bid him to go on. He coughed, then continued.


They had had a meeting before the last three arrived and all of the members had had a chance to speak their mind on the matter. Most of them were for him joining the team, saying that every capable wizard wanting to fight Voldemort and his Death Eaters would be a big asset to the Order. Someone even said, “The more the merrier.” This comment made the group laugh until Lupin raised his hand, bidding silence in his gentle way.

“Who didn’t want me to become part of this… army?” Draco asked as he stood up looking from one to the other with cold eyes, his pride hurt that some STILL did not think him worthy of helping against the “man” that had tortured him and still did from time to time. Just as he thought it, as though Voldemort knew, a jolt of pain shot through his arm, making his face go even paler and making him grimace and lean over the table.

Hermione had seen that look before. And when sweat started forming on his forehead, she knew the mark was hurting him again. She put her hand on the one nearest to her, looking worriedly at him.

“Who didn’t trust me!?” He whispered in what sounded to be a dangerous voice, but Hermione knew he has fighting not to scream out in pain and therefore sounded rough. “Draco, please…” The others looked at him wondering if he was about to explode and curse the lot of them. Some even reached for their wands.

With a groan of pain, he turned to the door and ran out of the room clutching his arm. On the other side of the door he let out a roar of pain and collapsed to the floor. At that moment Hermione, McGonagall, Lupin and a few other members entered the room. “Draco!” Hermione shrieked and ran to his side taking his head into her lap, gently stroking his forehead.

“Blimey, what got into him?” Ron looked over at the very pale Draco.
“He’s in pain! Can’t you see that?” Hermione screamed, her eyes throwing lightning bolts at him.
“Why?” Ron asked as Harry kneeled down by Draco. “Because of this,” and he revealed the tattoo on Draco’s forearm. “Bloody hell, he really IS a Death Eater!” Ron drew his wand.
“WAS! He was a death eater… Now they want him dead, remember?!" Hermione yelled, shaking with fury.

“Now, Children!” McGonagall’s voice sounded extremely determined and the look upon her face stopped the quarrel in an instant. “Let’s give Mr. Malfoy room to breath. Kitchen NOW!” she turned to Hermione with sadness in her eyes. “Don’t worry, my dear. He’ll be all right, Professor Snape lived with the mark and its curses and so can Draco.” Hermione looked up at her mentor with tears running down her cheeks. “It’s the first time he has passed out,” she whispered. “Well, my dear, it’s the first time you were there to see it.” Then she turned away, letting Lupin go to the boy with the potion to wake him up again.

Draco’s eyes twitched a couple of times then he blinked trying to focus. When he could see clearly again, he looked up into a set of worried eyes. “How are you feeling, Mr. Malfoy?” Lupin softly said.
“Okay… I’m okay,” he answered in a hoarse voice, avoiding Hermione’s eyes.

He slowly sat up, looking everywhere except Hermione. “I’ll leave you two alone, if you're sure you’re all right,” the werewolf said. Draco just nodded, feeling her eyes on him.

“Didn’t want you to see that," he said very quietly. “Don’t want your pity.” He spat the last word out still avoiding her eyes. She moved closer to him, slowly turning his head toward her. He saw the tears gently flowing down her cheeks. “I don’t pity you… I… I love you… And when you hurt I hurt… When you scream out in pain, I want to take that pain away… You thought I pitied you?” she let one hand slowly run through his hair.

“Did you just say that you loved me?” He stared at her in complete disbelief. He raised his hand and wiped away her tears. With her eyes looking down she nodded. “Hermione,” he muttered, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. With the gentlest of touches he lifted her head, and as their eyes met he felt a quiver of absolute joy jolt through his body. “I …. Love…. You…. So much,” he said, kissing her for each word. With a last passionate kiss, he took her hand and stood up. “Let’s go tell the old wankers that they have a new member whether they like it or not!” And they walked into the kitchen.