Remnants

REMNANTS
by Emaleth

GENRE: AU, Darkfic, Unresolved Sexual Tension.
CHAPTER RATING: NC-17/MA... LEMONY-ish!
SUMMARY: So, Draco actually has a crush on Hermione and vice versa. But he\'s a Death Eater and she knows 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 06 - Keeping Up Appearances - Friday. September 13, 1996


“Come on, Hermione,” shouted Draco with every exhale he made. Hermione continued to straddled on top of him. Her fingernails were digging right into the back of the chair that she and Draco were on.

“Oh bugger up,” shrilled Hermione. “Don’t you lose yourself yet. I am almost there.”

“Oh, damn, Hermione. I am about to cum!”

Hermione was making incomprehensible noises now as she quickened the pace.

“Oh, I feel it, I feel it! Ungh, ungh, ungh, UNGH!!! DRACO!”

Draco watched as her face contorted in bliss. She was quivering on top of him and he wanted pleasure himself.

“Oh Hermione!” he shouted back as he continually slammed Hermione’s waist down. “Oh shit, Hermione… oh…”

Draco’s seeds evacuated his shaft as Hermione continued with her motions. She finally rested her body top of him, hugging him as she nestled her head. Draco gave her a kiss on the neck as his penis still throbbed inside of her.

“By golly, Hermione,” he panted as he pulled himself out of her. “I don’t think I can keep up with you anymore.”

“Oh, come on, Draco,” she giggled. “How many times have we done it ever since we started?”

“Almost everyday.”

“Oh yeah,” she exhaled. “Damn, that’s a lot of shagging.”

“That’s a whole lot of Draco spilled into you.”

“Spilled into me?” she asked. “You meant into the condoms.”

“A lot of Draco spilled for you… into the condoms. I can‘t believe you engaged half of our shagging too.”

“I can’t help it. You got me addicted to you.”

“You’re addicted to my Draco-ness.”

“Nah. I think I just have Draco-titis. I heard it’s very contagious and easily contracted.”

“And you know it.”

Hermione hugged him tight, rubbing the back of his head as she inhaled in his smell. She liked his smell. He smelled the weird combination of vinegar and Ranch flavoring, except he didn’t smell pungent. His scent was perfume to her.

For the past few days, Hermione’s nostrils longed for the after-sex smell: the combination of both their sweats and their bodily juices evaporating into air. The atmosphere of the room was humid but if that were the only way to get the smell, and the pleasure sex of course, she didn’t give a damn.

“So, that’s about ten times we’ve fucked, I think,” she deduced. Draco let out a loud laugh.

“Goodness,” answered Draco in shock. “And we’ve done all the positions I know about. Does this mean our sex life is just about over?”

“Oh don’t be silly!” winced Hermione as she lightly slapped his cheek. “You know our sex life will never get old. If I could, I’d do you everyday.”

“I thought we already made an arrangement to do it at least once everyday. As in thirty days a month, plus one depending on the month…”

“Twenty six days, Draco.”

“Hermione,” he asked as if Hermione had just said something stupid. “There are thirty days a month.”

“Twenty six,” she insisted. “There are only twenty six ‘shagging’ days in my calendar. Ever heard of a period, Draco?”

“So?”

“SO? Draco!”

“What? So what if you‘ve got your period?”

“Draco, that’s just gross! I mean, my blood will be all over…”

“And you haven’t learned one thing in the Wizarding World, haven’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Aye, Hermione. There’s a potion for that, you know.”

“Are you serious?” she asked happily.

Draco rolled his eyes as he placed his palms on Hermione’s cheeks.

“There’s always a remedy for everything in the Wizarding World. I thought you‘d know that by now.”

“Bless this place. YES!“ she shouted. “I don‘t have to deal with cramps on my birthday!”

“Crams?” he asked innocently. “You have a test on your birthday?”

“Cramp, not cram, Draco. Cramps is like a stomachache, only worse. It’s like your insides are being ripped apart and…”

“Spare me the details! Please, I still have nightmares about that stupid hippogriff tearing my arm apart.”

Hermione snorted at him but he didn’t seem to mind.

“When is your birthday, Hermione?”

“Isn’t that an odd change of subject!”

“Come on. Tell me.”

“It is six days from today. May I ask why you asked?”

“I want to get you something,” he said. “I mean, what’s the point of calling ourselves a couple if we forget holiday and birthday presents.”

“You don’t have to. I mean, we’ve only known each other…”

“For six years. I owe you six years worth of birthday presents.”

“My, oh, my,” she laughed. “Should I be expecting a big present then?”

“It depends on what you mean by big.”

“Draco! You naughty, naughty boy! Already?”

Hermione giggled as she felt Draco harden under him again.

“Bloody cripes, I didn’t know I could revive myself that fast.”

Grins formed in their still sweaty faces.

“Do you want to try again?” she asked as she kissed his neck.

“I won’t say no, Hermione. Now, get yourself another vitality potion while I change my condom.”

*****

Harry and Ron had been sitting in their usual seats by the Gryffindor Common Room fireplace for a few hours, trying to decipher the complexity of every potion that they had to write about for their next class.

Finally, when Harry felt fed up from looking through numerouges ges and not being able to find what he was looking for, he closed his book angrily and threw the book to the floor.

“Tell me again why I want to be an Auror? I mean, what was I thinking? I know I’d get OWLS Potions with Snape and I still want to be one!”

“Can’t help you there, mate,” laughed Ron. “I told you to choose some other line of work.”

“Ugh! Where’s Hermione?” Harry asked after he picked up the book he had just tossed to the floor. “I really need to ask her about something.”

“I don’t know!” scowled Ron. “I’ve been looking for her myself. I need help with Muggle Studies. Interesting really, but some things are confusing.”

“You can ask me, you know.”

“Oh yeah. I‘ll ask you later then.”

“Alright.”

“You know, Hermione’s been gone a lot lately. I looked for her all day and I cant even find a single trace of her. I’ve searched her usual places.”

“All of them?”

“Yeah!”

“You’ve only searched that library, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” he answered weakly.

Harry just threw an evil glare his way.

“What?” exclaimed Ron. “That‘s where she‘s always there... besides her room.”

“She hadn’t been in the library recently. Pince even asked me if Hermione was still in school. She said she hasn’t seen Hermione since the turn of the school year.”

“Seriously? The library is like her second bedroom!”

“I know. I don’t think I see her any other time than in class either. And after class, she‘s always off to go somewhere in such a hurry.”

“Wait,” said Ron as if a light bulb just lit up in his brain. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“She’s studying too hard… somewhere besides the library perhaps?”

“NO! I meant maybe she has the Time Turner again. You know her.”

“I don’t think so, Ron. She’d tell us about it.”

“She didn’t tell us before.”

“Maybe she just wants a ‘time alone’ thing,” Ron tried to explain. “You know girls.”

“You tell me. Ginny’s in this madness craze.”

“Hey, watch it, Potter. That’s my sister you’re talking about.”

Harry resented being called by just his last name but he shook it off anyway.

“But anyway, Ginny has these mood swings. She would badger me with the littlest things. Like today, she said I am supposed to do something for her and I never did promise to do anything for her! She‘s driving me mad!!!”

Harry was hyperventilating while Ron rolled on the floor laughing.

“WHAT?” shouted Harry angrily. “This is not funny, Ron. I think she‘s eaten one too many Acid Pops.”

“It’s that time of month, Harry,” said Ron as he patter Harry‘s back.

“Are you saying she’s a vampire or a werewolf or something?”

“No! Oh jeez you are so stupid when it comes to women.”

“Like you are more educated than I am?”

“At least I know about periods.”

“Uh huh,” mocked Harry. “Tell me, Weasley. What is it?”

“Oh, it’s when they bleed down there and that’s a sign that they’re not pregnant.”

Ron looked back down on his paper as Harry waited for a less broader explanation.

“AND?”

“And what?” he giggled before shrugging his shoulders. “That’s all I know.”

Harry clenched his teeth as to hold in his annoyance. He then turned his attention back to the book when Hermione walked into the Common Room. Harry thought she looked weird.

“Hi, Hermione,” greeted Harry. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you for hours. I really need help with a potion.” Though his gladness to see her was obvious, Hermione seemed to be indifferent towards him.

“Yeah,” she answered sadly. “What have we got to do for Potions again?”

Ron, who had just lifted his eyes from his book, inched back upon the sight of Hermione.

“I am sorry to say this, Hermione, but you look… bad.”

She did look somewhat bad. Her hair was tousled a bit more than usual and her uniform was rumpled.

“You don’t look so great either, Ron,” she spat at him but Ron just rolled his eyes at her.

“What I meant to say was it looks like you and Crookshanks had just a wrestling match or something. I mean, you’re hair is frizzed all over, your sweater and your skirt are all wrinkled up and you…”

“If I want your bloody opinion, Ronald Bernard Weasley, I’d bloody ask for it,” she shrilled angrily. She then turned towards Harry and said, “if you want my help, Harry, I’ll be in my room in about fifteen minutes. I need a shower. I‘ll see you later.”

“Boy,” said Harry as he shivered. “Did she sound angry at you.”

“She’s probably got her period too, Harry. Trust me. I’ve got sixth sense about these things.”

Harry looked at him, both in confusion and ridicule as he picked up his books.

“Sure you do. Anyway, I’ll see you later. I still have something to pick from the room before I head to Hermione’s.”

*****

Harry was happy that, though Ron had a single like all the prefects, he still decided to take Harry in as a roommate. Their room was cluttered, as usual, but the piles of mess were organized in their own little way. One pile was all clothing, the other for books and writing implements and the others were for Quidditch. He picked his other Potions book from the floor and started to skim through it as to remind himself what to ask Hermione about once she was out of the bathroom.

Every now and then, he looked at his watch as to impatiently wait for thirty minutes to pass rather than the fifteen minutes that Hermione told him. He didn’t want to sound too desperate for her help. Espescially since he wanted to ask her for help in Potions and something else rather confidential.

When thirty minutes passed, he gathered up all his Potions books, stuffed them in his bag and walked towards Hermione’s single bedroom. He knocked twice, waited for Hermione to answer before entering the room.

“Come in, Harry,” Harry heard her shout. “I’ll be right with you.”

Harry saw Hermione’s legs from behind her closet door and he flinched away as he saw a towel drop by her feet. He felt really awkward knowing that the only thing that was blocking him from seeing Hermione naked was the closet door.

“Umm,” he muttered as he resisted the temptation to turn his face towards her. “Are you almost done changing?”

Hermione just laughed loudly from behind the door.

“I am dressed silly! Why, you thought that I lost my towel or something?”

“Uh,” he grumbled as he turned to face her. “Yeah.”

“Silly Harry,” she answered as she stepped away from the closet. “I wouldn’t have let you in if I was undressed.”

“That’s good to know,” he answered. “Anyway, I have been meaning to ask you something.”

“Yes?”

“This is a bit personal but…”

The pause annoyed Hermione quite a bit.

“But what?”

“Why do girls do it with guys? I mean, how… I mean, how do I…”

“Get a girl to bed?”

“Pretty much.”

Harry noticed Hermione’s eyes pop out. Her expression was the same way he pictured if Hermione was to be told that she had flunked all her exams.

“Harry, I don’t think I can answer that for you. It’s not really in the prefect handbook, you know.”

“Hermione! You’re the only one I can talk to about this. I can’t talk about this with Ron and the reasons are quite obvious.”

“Because he’s a virgin and he’s going to keep wanking until age forty when he loses his eyesight and can no longer search for his…”

“HERMIONE!”

“Lighten up! Goodness,” she laughed. “I just had to start it with a joke because you looked too tense about this matter.”

“I can’t help itam jam just too… nervous. I am not good with showing feelings or apathy towards others. I don‘t even know how to show Ginny that I love her. She kisses me, but I feel like she‘s leaning more towards pleasing me and I can‘t do the same for her.”

Hermione gave him what seemed like a defeated sigh. Harry felt his heart sink until she moved closer to him and gave him a friendly hug.

“Oh, Harry. Ginny likes you for who you are. To her, it doesn’t matter how you kiss her or hug show other ways of affection towards her. It‘s a bit obvious the girl is smitten by you.”

“But I don’t want this to be a one-way relationship. It just doesn’t seem fair to her, you know. I want to take my part too.”

“Well, I wouldn’t suggest you take her to bed especially if she is not ready. Otherwise, she’d think of you as a person who only wants what’s in between her legs and not her. You don’t want to scare her off, now do you?”

“OH NO. Definitely not.”

“I thought so. So my suggestion to you is that work your way to her heart. Appreciate her for the little things she does for you. Do things for her. Be a gentleman, or buy her presents, or maybe take her out to dinner. I heard there‘s a nice place in Hogsmeade. Forgot the name of the restaurant though.”

“That seemed like a very good advice. I‘ll take it. Thanks. I would not have been able to figure that out myself.” Harry smiled at her weakly and gave her a hug.

“You’re welcome.”

“You always have to be the smart one that knows everything and thankfully I know you.”

“Alright, alright. Enough with the Harry-Ginny-fluff.”

She gave out a huge sigh and continued, “Now that the easy problem is solved… what did you say you needed to talk to me about for Potions?”

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Author Notes: Review please!!!

Sorry for the delay again, guys. I don\'t like this chapter either, but I felt like I should write you guys something at least. Aye, forgive me if you find this chapter a bit boring or something. There\'s just too much on my mind right now. Brain fried, depression sinks in... the usual. *sigh* I want a hug.

I did not get this chaptered... no time... mind\'s in total chaos right now. Forgive me.