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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
5,013
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the nouns portrayed in this fanfic. They are JKR’s. I claim nothing.
PS. /sdlkhssd/ = thoughts
PPS. //sdglker,bdsfser// = flashbacks (it got too complicated not to have some kind of indication)
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In the darkness, Draco’s subconscious searched for something to focus on. The second day he spent at number twelve Grimmauld Place faded into his mind’s eye. His memory was all he had now; it would fight for him. It would keep him alive as it had many a time before this. Nothing ached or bled, there was no fear or anger, no Voldemort for now, just this memory. Draco watched it play out as if in real time:
//Draco did a double-take. It was her, really her, and for the first time he saw her smile sheepishly, saw her eyes gleaming in the candlelight. She was beautiful.
“May I come in?” He nodded and she took a step, her bare feet noiseless on the stone floor.
/Marble. The floor must be cold. Where are the bloody rugs when I-/
“Alright there, Draco?” Another step forward. He put his book down.
“Better now,” he sputtered, and was immediately embarrassed to have done so. “What I mean is: what is it?” He questioned her through a blonde curtain of his unkempt hair.
/Hair cut! I need a hair cut! What have I been doing lately to-/
“Have you found the library, then?” She was looking curiously at the book, ‘A Guide to Muggle Appliances and Modern Conveniences,’ by Slonia Spork. “That’s what I came to ask you about. If you had found the library…?“
“I haven’t.”
“Where did you get that?”
“I brought it with me.”
“You own that?”
“People change, Granger.” It slipped, and she scowled.
“Oh, bloody perfect, Malfoy. ‘People change.’ Brilliant.” She wasn’t trying. She was usually at least twice as vindictive as the present. “Did you learn anything at Hogwarts at all, or did Crabb and Goyle really rub off on you that much?” She turned to leave in a huff.
“Wait. Hermione. I’m sorry. It was a stupid thing to say.”
“You’re bloody right about that.”
“Well, you don’t have to agree with me…”
“Just when we agree on something you have to argue about it!”
She was only joking now. There a smile the size of the horizon on her face. He smiled back, heart beating hard against his chest. Draco held up the book. “Have you read it?”
“Of course. I’m surprised you’re just getting around to it.”
“My only excuse is morbid curiosity.”//
***
Snape bowed. “Here it is, Master.”
“You are a loyal subject. You will be rewarded.” The potion exchanged hands.
“Where is the incantation?” Snape jumped as if struck.
“Forgive me, my Lord. I left it with the caldron.”
“Go and get it.” Snape stole a glance at the unconscious Draco before starting back to the dungeons.
***
//She pulled his shirt over his head, and he let go. He had waited so long, and finally she was there, finally wanting him. The black fabric settled over the forgotten book, and the portrait of Slonia Spork on the back cover sighed in relief.
“You are so beautiful, Hermione-”
She cut him off with a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, his hand on the nape of her neck, pressing, deepening the kiss. His tongue found her mouth parted and ready. Her eyes were closed. He watched her brow furrow as he massaged her tongue with his, as he nipped her bottom lip. He heard her moan softly. She was so beautiful.
Hermione pulled back suddenly. “Wait… I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry-” Now it was his turn to silence her. He lunged forward, knocking her backwards off of his lap and onto the plain blue bedspread. His lips found hers again, and he kissed her hard. She struggled for a moment, then her legs encircled his waist, and her fingers found his strong arms and chiseled chest. She dug her nails into him, dragging them down his stomach and over his upper arm. Shock gripped him, sent ripples through his taut body. His teeth sunk into her neck. She moaned again, louder this time, and he could feel her nipples harden through her robe. Her hand wandered down his stomach, past his belly button and the edge of his pants, and felt the bulge of his erection though the fabric.
He looked at her, waiting until her eyes were open to speak. “Are you sure you want this?” She nodded, and kissed him softly.
“I want it, Draco. Don’t stop.”//
Sharp pain consumed Draco, and he was yanked from his memories to reality. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light of the entrance hall. Everything hurt. Everything. He searched for Snape and the apparition. There Hermione was, drifting above the ground like a corpse bobbing in the ocean. Flickering, her likeness was sitting in a seat that was not previously there, taking no notice of him but instead drawing ripples from the black lake. How she was doing it, he did not know. She had no wand. Snape was nowhere to be seen.
/Fuck. Fuck, what is going on? How long was I out?/
His wand was at his fingertips. If she saw him, he would have to defend himself. He shuttered to think of her power. She didn’t even need a wand to do potent magic. For now she seemed bored and inpatient. The ripples were getting substantially bigger the longer he watched.
***
The group apparated outside of the gates.
“Red caps,” Tonks said, pointing at the burrows in the grounds before Hogwarts. A road cut through the grass, but there were burrows there, too.
“What did you expect?” said Neville, brushing past her and ducking through a twisted hole in the wrought iron. Ginny followed him, wand brandished defensively, and Tonks brought up the rear. “Stay close.” Red caps weren’t so bad one-on-one, but a whole army of them could be dangerous.
“Immobulus!” Ginny shouted , and a small dwarf-like creature stopped in its tracks and fell over on its side. They hurried on, Neville bellowing “Impedimenta!” or “Immobulus!” So many were attacking during daylight. It could only mean they were agitated by a missed chance. They ran the last couple of yards to the stone steps. There was a broom lying on the landing before the smashed doors.
“What happened here?” Tonks whispered. “It wasn’t like this-”
Neville stopped her, putting a finger to his lips. He pointed inside. Draco was propped up against the wall, plainly visible. There was a chair facing away from the doors. Neville couldn’t see anyone in it. A big black pool of water covered most of the foyer, lapping lazily against the first step of the grand staircase as it rippled. Draco didn’t seem conscious. Then Neville saw Hermione floating in the air behind a piece of the bashed door.
/Christ. She is here./
He motioned to Ginny and Tonks to get closer to him, then murmured the imperturbable charm. “Listen, Hermione’s in there. And Draco. They don’t seem cognizant. Any ideas?”
“Yeah, Snape’s in there somewhere.”
“And Voldemort,” muttered Tonks.
“How can he be alive?”
“That doesn’t matter now,” Neville said through gritted teeth, “What matters is that he won’t be much longer. We need a plan.”
“We should wait until we see Snape and Voldemort to give ourselves away. Right now it doesn’t seem like they know we’re here, or we’d have more than just red caps to deal with.”
“Ginny’s right. I say we wait.” Tonks was looking frightened.
Neville nodded. “Then we wait.”
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Yay! Finally, another chapter. Hope you liked it, I know it took forever. Well, as always, R&R, and thank you for reading! -TooMuch
PS. /sdlkhssd/ = thoughts
PPS. //sdglker,bdsfser// = flashbacks (it got too complicated not to have some kind of indication)
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In the darkness, Draco’s subconscious searched for something to focus on. The second day he spent at number twelve Grimmauld Place faded into his mind’s eye. His memory was all he had now; it would fight for him. It would keep him alive as it had many a time before this. Nothing ached or bled, there was no fear or anger, no Voldemort for now, just this memory. Draco watched it play out as if in real time:
//Draco did a double-take. It was her, really her, and for the first time he saw her smile sheepishly, saw her eyes gleaming in the candlelight. She was beautiful.
“May I come in?” He nodded and she took a step, her bare feet noiseless on the stone floor.
/Marble. The floor must be cold. Where are the bloody rugs when I-/
“Alright there, Draco?” Another step forward. He put his book down.
“Better now,” he sputtered, and was immediately embarrassed to have done so. “What I mean is: what is it?” He questioned her through a blonde curtain of his unkempt hair.
/Hair cut! I need a hair cut! What have I been doing lately to-/
“Have you found the library, then?” She was looking curiously at the book, ‘A Guide to Muggle Appliances and Modern Conveniences,’ by Slonia Spork. “That’s what I came to ask you about. If you had found the library…?“
“I haven’t.”
“Where did you get that?”
“I brought it with me.”
“You own that?”
“People change, Granger.” It slipped, and she scowled.
“Oh, bloody perfect, Malfoy. ‘People change.’ Brilliant.” She wasn’t trying. She was usually at least twice as vindictive as the present. “Did you learn anything at Hogwarts at all, or did Crabb and Goyle really rub off on you that much?” She turned to leave in a huff.
“Wait. Hermione. I’m sorry. It was a stupid thing to say.”
“You’re bloody right about that.”
“Well, you don’t have to agree with me…”
“Just when we agree on something you have to argue about it!”
She was only joking now. There a smile the size of the horizon on her face. He smiled back, heart beating hard against his chest. Draco held up the book. “Have you read it?”
“Of course. I’m surprised you’re just getting around to it.”
“My only excuse is morbid curiosity.”//
***
Snape bowed. “Here it is, Master.”
“You are a loyal subject. You will be rewarded.” The potion exchanged hands.
“Where is the incantation?” Snape jumped as if struck.
“Forgive me, my Lord. I left it with the caldron.”
“Go and get it.” Snape stole a glance at the unconscious Draco before starting back to the dungeons.
***
//She pulled his shirt over his head, and he let go. He had waited so long, and finally she was there, finally wanting him. The black fabric settled over the forgotten book, and the portrait of Slonia Spork on the back cover sighed in relief.
“You are so beautiful, Hermione-”
She cut him off with a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, his hand on the nape of her neck, pressing, deepening the kiss. His tongue found her mouth parted and ready. Her eyes were closed. He watched her brow furrow as he massaged her tongue with his, as he nipped her bottom lip. He heard her moan softly. She was so beautiful.
Hermione pulled back suddenly. “Wait… I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry-” Now it was his turn to silence her. He lunged forward, knocking her backwards off of his lap and onto the plain blue bedspread. His lips found hers again, and he kissed her hard. She struggled for a moment, then her legs encircled his waist, and her fingers found his strong arms and chiseled chest. She dug her nails into him, dragging them down his stomach and over his upper arm. Shock gripped him, sent ripples through his taut body. His teeth sunk into her neck. She moaned again, louder this time, and he could feel her nipples harden through her robe. Her hand wandered down his stomach, past his belly button and the edge of his pants, and felt the bulge of his erection though the fabric.
He looked at her, waiting until her eyes were open to speak. “Are you sure you want this?” She nodded, and kissed him softly.
“I want it, Draco. Don’t stop.”//
Sharp pain consumed Draco, and he was yanked from his memories to reality. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light of the entrance hall. Everything hurt. Everything. He searched for Snape and the apparition. There Hermione was, drifting above the ground like a corpse bobbing in the ocean. Flickering, her likeness was sitting in a seat that was not previously there, taking no notice of him but instead drawing ripples from the black lake. How she was doing it, he did not know. She had no wand. Snape was nowhere to be seen.
/Fuck. Fuck, what is going on? How long was I out?/
His wand was at his fingertips. If she saw him, he would have to defend himself. He shuttered to think of her power. She didn’t even need a wand to do potent magic. For now she seemed bored and inpatient. The ripples were getting substantially bigger the longer he watched.
***
The group apparated outside of the gates.
“Red caps,” Tonks said, pointing at the burrows in the grounds before Hogwarts. A road cut through the grass, but there were burrows there, too.
“What did you expect?” said Neville, brushing past her and ducking through a twisted hole in the wrought iron. Ginny followed him, wand brandished defensively, and Tonks brought up the rear. “Stay close.” Red caps weren’t so bad one-on-one, but a whole army of them could be dangerous.
“Immobulus!” Ginny shouted , and a small dwarf-like creature stopped in its tracks and fell over on its side. They hurried on, Neville bellowing “Impedimenta!” or “Immobulus!” So many were attacking during daylight. It could only mean they were agitated by a missed chance. They ran the last couple of yards to the stone steps. There was a broom lying on the landing before the smashed doors.
“What happened here?” Tonks whispered. “It wasn’t like this-”
Neville stopped her, putting a finger to his lips. He pointed inside. Draco was propped up against the wall, plainly visible. There was a chair facing away from the doors. Neville couldn’t see anyone in it. A big black pool of water covered most of the foyer, lapping lazily against the first step of the grand staircase as it rippled. Draco didn’t seem conscious. Then Neville saw Hermione floating in the air behind a piece of the bashed door.
/Christ. She is here./
He motioned to Ginny and Tonks to get closer to him, then murmured the imperturbable charm. “Listen, Hermione’s in there. And Draco. They don’t seem cognizant. Any ideas?”
“Yeah, Snape’s in there somewhere.”
“And Voldemort,” muttered Tonks.
“How can he be alive?”
“That doesn’t matter now,” Neville said through gritted teeth, “What matters is that he won’t be much longer. We need a plan.”
“We should wait until we see Snape and Voldemort to give ourselves away. Right now it doesn’t seem like they know we’re here, or we’d have more than just red caps to deal with.”
“Ginny’s right. I say we wait.” Tonks was looking frightened.
Neville nodded. “Then we wait.”
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Yay! Finally, another chapter. Hope you liked it, I know it took forever. Well, as always, R&R, and thank you for reading! -TooMuch