You Raise Me Up

Thanks for all the reviews, they have been lovely!

golden_skyblue22 - I was joking my dear. I didn't think you were my english teacher come back to haunt me. Thank you for giving me a heads up. I've seen many a fic ruined by bad grammar. Stories with good plat seem sucky when you can't make out what they're tying to say. I'd even go as far as to say that there could be a fic with a bad plot that I might actually read if it had better grammar. Thanks...didn't mean to scare ya.
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For the second time within a week, the Malfoys sat inside the dim and musty courtroom. This time, thankfully, it was not the patriarch of the family that stood trial. Instead it was Narcissa’s sister, Bellatrix Lestrange, who stood against the Wizengamot.

They courtroom sat silently, waiting for the trial to begin. Narcissa cried silently in her chair, and refused to let Lucius comfort her. Hermione sat on the other side of Lucius, with Ron and Harry sitting next to her. Ron kept drilling her with whispered questions, and she was quickly losing her patience with him. She hissed a ‘shush’ as the doors opened to bring in the prisoner.

Bellatrix looked almost worse than she had on the front step of the Malfoy home. The Aurors that were transporting her had clearly over-stepped their boundaries for prisoner transportation, and her face looked like it had seen better days. Her black eye looked no better, and it appeared she had been struck by someone who was wearing a ring. An odd-shaped cut at the corner of her eye bled, making her appear as if she were crying blood. She was wrapped in enough chains to make Jacob and Robert Marley tremble with fear.

The weight of the chains made it terribly difficult and awkward to walk. Halfway to the seat in the center of the floor, she tripped, and went sprawling out onto the floor. A few chuckles were heard from the audience, and she was dragged roughly to her feet by her burly escorts. She was then shoved roughly into the seat. She howled in agony as the back of the chair came in contact with the still-unhealed stripes, and stood from the seat as if it were on fire.

“SIT! ” Percy hissed, and the Aurors both grabbed a shoulder, and physically pushed her back down, holding her lest she escape again. She squirmed relentlessly as the pain made her eyes water. “Be still Lestrange, or I’ll have you escorted from the courtroom with no chance to speak your peace…” he warned, his voice hard and cold.

Hermione had the strangest yearning to wrap her fingers around Percy’s throat and squeeze until he turned blue.

“You have come before this court to strike a bargain. You want to trade information on the whereabouts of your…companions for a chance to be…rehabilitated.” Percy ground out the last word as if it were a particularly nasty word.

“Y-yes-” Bellatrix began.

“You will be silent in this court, Lestrange. You will only speak when spoken to. Is that clear?” Percy snapped viciously.

Hermione’s hands clenched into fists. Percy was being a right bastard. But the sad thing was…he could get away with it. This is what the public wanted to see. They wanted to watch Bellatrix crumble under his harsh words. They didn’t care that the Aurors had abused a prisoner. They didn’t care that the woman was repentant, and was willing to abandon everything she had ever been taught for another chance. They only wanted a show.

Ron watched Hermione’s hands nervously. It had been bad enough that she had interrupted Lucius Malfoy’s trial. But she looked like she wanted to pounce on Percy now, too. Ron was extremely proud of his brother. He had turned back to the family just before the final battle, and had been almost immediately put into the position of Minister of Magic as soon as the battle was over. His parents were thrilled. Ron was proud that Percy was putting his foot down against the slimy Death Eaters. But he couldn’t understand why Mione was being so...strange.

“Mione…calm down.” Ron said, and tried to cover Hermione’s hand with his own. She slapped it away angrily, and he recoiled. He was shocked silent.

The audience watched with captivation as Bellatrix ticked off the names of over sixteen Death Eaters that were still on the run, one of which was her own husband. Percy leaned back against his high-backed chair once she was done. He contemplated for a few moments, before leaning forward again.

“Very well, Lestrange. The court has heard your information, and has considered it. Your sentence is as follows: you will serve seven consecutive life-sentences in Azkaban…” but no one heard the rest of the sentence, because Bellatrix let out a blood curdling howl that echoed through the large court-room.

“You lying son-of-a-bitch!” she screeched. “You promised! You promised you would give me that chance!” The two Aurors grabbed her arms as she stood in disbelief. And from the audience came a different howl.

“Percy Ignatius Weasley!” came an enraged shriek . Percy cursed silently, and turned to the livid witch in the audience.

“Hermione Granger you’d best sit down if you know what’s good for you!” Percy hissed. Hermione bristled.

“You promised you’d-”

“I promised I would consider a reprieve. Sit down you silly little twit!”

“You’re a slimy little snake, Percy! What would your mother say?” Hermione cried angrily. To the audience’s utter amusement, a fiery-haired witch stood in the back.

“I say I’m quite proud of my Percy!” she said. Hermione turned, facing Mrs. Weasley.

“Why don’t you sit down, you over-inflated old bat!” she cried. Mrs. Weasley, with the look of someone who had just been hexed, sat down quickly.

Percy lost what little cool he had left. “That does it, Miss Granger! You want to help Lestrange? Fine! FINE!” he cried. “You can have her! And you know what?” he cried, shuffling through some papers. “You get Severus Snape, too! Ooh! Here’s a good one! How about instead of volunteering for your little classes, you get to serve them as a punishment for continuously interrupting this court! Here’s another little twist to the tail…if ALL of your ‘students’ don’t pass their exam, you will serve time in Azkaban!” he cried. He had gradually risen to his feet, and placed his palms on the cool wood in front of him. He then picked up the small black gavel, and slammed it against its base. “My decision is final!” he cried. The crowd cheered in response to his decision.

Hermione’s eyes filled with tears, and she sat down in her seat again. She looked at Ron. He shook his head, and stood, walking away from her. Even Harry was looking at her strangely. She put her hands in her lap, and sniffled softly.

Lucius put his hand on her shoulder. “I think it’s time to go…” he said. She nodded silently, and stood.
The crowd booed angrily as one of the Aurors released Bellatrix from her chains. Narcissa walked gingerly to the center, and took her sister’s hand. She led the trembling witch back to where the Malfoys were seated. They stood as a group, and walked amid the jeering. Hermione yelped as a conjured stone struck her shoulder.

She felt Draco’s hands on her shoulders, and the familiar tug of Apparition. They landed in the foyer of Malfoy Manor. With soft pops, the rest of the family landed around them.

Hermione turned around, and faced the family she had been staying with. Two sets of blue, one set of silver, and one set of black eyes stared at her. She slowly ascended the stairs, and headed straight for her room. She opened the door, and entered the large room. She closed the door behind her, and broke down into sobs.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” she asked no one, wandering around in circles on her plush rug. She didn’t hear her door open. “I’m so fucking crazy…I must be losing my mind…” she whimpered.

“I don’t think so…”

She jumped, and turned around to face Draco. She looked away. “I do.” She said. He entered the room, and closed the door.

“What you have done for my father and my aunt is…priceless. Thank you.” He said. She could tell he was struggling, and she gave him credit for trying. He came close to her, a small smile on his face. “The look on the Weasley bint’s face when you called her an old bat was priceless…” he said. Hermione couldn’t hold back the laugh. Draco’s smile widened. He liked that sound.

Draco reached out and touched Hermione’s cheek. She shivered softly as he ran a finger over her cheekbone, and then rested his palm on her face. She closed her eyes, and leaned her head into his caress. His other hand rested on the opposite side of her face, and he pulled her close for a kiss. Her lips parted almost immediately, and he tentatively licked her upper lip. She sighed softly, and he pressed his lips to hers for a firm kiss. She almost jumped in surprise as his tongue swiped into her mouth. She’d never felt that before!

He kissed her gently, but firmly, until Hermione thought she would explode. She had never realized that such tender action could cause her…intimate parts…to get so warm. She reached up her own hands, and threaded her fingers through Draco’s hair. She was surprised to find that it wasn’t as fine as it looked. It was thick, very much like his father’s…she guessed…she’d never touched Lucius Malfoy’s hair…but sometimes she wanted to braid it…

It was she who deepened the kiss, and swiped her own tongue into Draco’s mouth. After a few times of this, their tongues were firmly locked in battle, vying for dominance. Draco won quickly, but then pulled away, much to Hermione’s displeasure. He looked into her eyes, as if searching for something. She stared at him without fear, but unsure of what he was looking for. He must have found it, because he pulled her in for a kiss that seared her very insides. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him close.

He gently moved them towards Hermione’s bed. She didn’t seem to mind at all when the backs of her legs hit the bed, and they were sent tumbling back. He landed on top of her, and pulled away for a breath.

“When you told off the Minister I thought I was going to get hard right there in the court-room. I don’t know why, but your courage…your strength…made me want to bend you over that banister, flip up your skirt, and take you right there in front of the audience.” He said, his voice soft and raspy. Hermione shuddered, and reached up to unbutton his shirt. He grinned, and stood, finishing the bothersome clothing article for her. She took that reprieve to make quick work of her own top.

Draco gave a soft groan when she freed her breasts from her bra. She looked up at him, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. He saw the look of apprehension on her face.

“No, no! I think they’re beautiful…may be the loveliest pair I’ve ever seen…may I touch them?” he asked. Hermione was shocked to say the least. She had been with Ron once before, but he had practically ripped his and her clothes off, poked it in (a little too roughly, as it was her first time), and then it was over. She was very disappointed that night. But she made a vow to herself to try again after she heard a few girls talking in the bathroom about how utterly amazing 'it' was.

“Um…yes…” she breathed softly. He smiled, and reached out, each hand grasping one of the fleshy globes. She whimpered as he pinched her nipple, and then moaned when he lowered his mouth to one. He suckled and nipped for a while, before Hermione caught his hair. “Draco Malfoy if you don’t lose the rest of your clothes right now I promise on the grave of Godric Gryffindor that I will tear them off for you…” she growled. Draco, pleasantly surprised, stood, and removed the rest of his clothes. Hermione smiled at his most treasured possession. He was quite a bit longer than Ron, and significantly thicker. But he wasn’t so large that it scared her. Ron may have taken her virginity, but she was still inexperienced.

“I think it’s only fair that you lose your clothes too, Granger….er…Hermione.” he said softly. He watched with teenage excitement as she shimmied out of her skirt and underwear, leaving only her shoes and socks. She leaned down to kick those off, but Draco’s impatience got the better of him. “Forget them!” he hissed, and pressed his weight back on top of her. He positioned himself between her knees. Being the perfect gentleman, he reached down to make sure she was lubricated enough to take him. He wasn’t monstrous, but he could still hurt her. He nearly came on her stomach when he put his fingers between her soft folds. “Gods….you’re drenched!” he marveled. She blushed. “Is it…your first time?” he asked. She shook her head, looking ashamed. “Nothing to be ashamed about, my dear!” he said, actually relieved. He hadn’t wanted to take this too slow…

He positioned himself at her moist opening, and placing his hands on the backs of her knees, he thrust inside her. She gasped, and arched her back. He had filled her utterly and completely. She had never felt like this before. He paused, making sure she was all right, before he started up a rhythm.

He began slowly and gently, but was quickly directed in another direction by Hermione. “Fuck! Faster…I’ve never…harder!” she gasped, reveling in the feeling as his throbbing organ left, and then re-entered with a forceful thrust.

Draco thought for a moment she had lied about it being her first time. She was so tight…but he had felt no barrier, so he trusted her. She groaned in bliss as he thrust into her repeatedly. “Bloody hell, Granger! It’s like fucking a vice!” he choked, lifting up her legs to rest them on his shoulders. The change in position sent sparks through Hermione’s body.

She felt an unfamiliar feeling causing her body to tighten. “Ugh! Draco…I…what…” she moaned. He could feel her inner muscles beginning to ripple, and knew she was close.

“Let it go…don’t stop it…” he gasped, and continued ravishing her. With an explosion of pleasure throughout her entire body, Hermione tensed, and let out a high-pitch keen that sent Draco over the edge. It wasn’t a loud sound, but it drove him crazy, and he emptied a load of sticky semen inside her. He let her legs fall from his shoulders, and then collapsed on top of her, using his elbows to keep from crushing beneath him. He looked down at her flushed face, and could tell she was immensely pleased. He rolled off of her, his breathing heavy.

“Draco?” came the timid voice beside him.

“Hmm?” he asked gently, feeling her fingers entwine in his.

“I think I might curse Percy every day…”
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Oooh! QUite a twist! And some smut, too! More than I planned on writing, but my fingers just kept dancing! Do review...Lucius wants to know how you all thought his son did (Don't ask me why...I find it a bit creepy...but he's the one with the whip...)