Reflections of Erised

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. All Characters of the Potter universe alas belong to JK Rowling.


Chapter Eight: Be careful what you say in the presence of a know-it-all



“Gods Hermione you’re killing me.” She heard come from her Potions Masters lips behind her, he sounded like he was in pain. Was she destroying the potion somehow?

“How am I ki…hurting you Severus?”

“Oh gods don’t make me answer that.” He muttered lightly. “Your rubbing against sensitive parts of my person.” ‘What the devil was wrong with him? There had to be some truth enhancing properties to the potion. And of course his former student had given no warning bloody wanker.’

He did feel tense behind her and he also was aroused if what Lavender and Parvati said about boys was true. She rubbed against him on purpose this time curious about his hardness. Why did she just do that? She heard him groan again behind her. “This is fun!”
‘Did she just say that out loud?’

“Pleased to see you’re enjoying yourself. Trying to seduce your professor Ms. Granger?” he said in his low potions masters hiss. ‘I thought you were going to stay away from naughty Professor fantasies…’ “Actually I would love to see you in Professor robes Ms. Granger” Did he have a potion anywhere that would shut himself up for a couple of hours.

“Professor I don’t understand…obviously the fumes are affecting us.”

“Do you always have to be a know –it-all?” It was becoming imperative that he shut himself up.

“Professor is that a wand or are you just happy to see me? …Did I just say that?”

“I believe you did Hermione.” He said with a purr and a slight smile.

“I have to get out of here or you’ll never want to see me again!” How could she have said that? When did she become such a dunderhead? She just propositioned her Professor. ‘Who hit on you heavily the last time you should remember. I just used the worst line in the world…that’s what happens when you don’t think.’

He moved to her side guiding her with him as she starred at him entranced. “It’s not my wand.” He said as he moved her away from the caldron to sit on a cot by the wall. “And I know a way to stop the more embarrassing effects of this potion.” He sat her down next to him almost on his lap. She could feel the tense muscles of his legs under her. His thighs were rather hot. She wriggled in his lap liking the heat and even his tenseness. “Gods Hermione would you touch me?” He said before he captured her lips in the deep kiss snaking his arms around her to hold her tight to him.

“What about the potion Professor?”

His mind started to get very dirty ideas so he covered her mouth with his before he blurted them out. ‘What don’t want the girl to know you get hard every time she says professor?’ Damn what else was in that potion?

“You taste kind of spicy…as much as I would love to do this all day shouldn’t we look at the…eeep…potion?”

He smiled slightly against her neck he had just nipped her ear she had made the cutest little squeak. “The potion is supposed to simmer for an hour.”

“Oh…well can I touch you? You touched me last time.” Hermione said rather flippantly…until she heard her voice finish her thought. She looked over to see an unbelieving and amused look on her professor’s face. “Profes…Severus don’t you have something to get rid of this effect? Maybe going to another room?” she looked to his reaction for the answer.

“Well…Hermione my personal rooms are that way or we could walk out into the corridors of the Slytherin dungeon under the effects of a truth gas.”

“Alright…would it be I mean…we should get away from this gas.” She said.

“I would normally consider a situation like this intolerable…but it has its advantages. Did you mean it about touching me?” he asked his eyes intense on hers.

She tried to wriggle off his lap but all heard was a groan from him when she did.

“Don’t do that unless you want to be fucked on the lab floor?”

Hermione couldn’t believe when she looked at the floor. “It’s rather clean actually” she pondered “No I didn’t mean that I mean I wanted to ask about a blow job…I mean well with the war shagging before might be a good but melodramatic idea…I am interested what it’s like I mean…Who is this former student so I can find him and hex his balls off!” Hermione looked around her curls swaying with her head as she looked for a way out she spotted his door to his rooms. “Not the best way out.”

“Hermione?” His voice sounded concerned as she managed her way off his lap. The front of his trousers were very tight. She started walking for the door “Sorry Pro…Severus I’m hiding in your office until I stop talking about embarrassing stuff like fellatio and sex and if what they say about big noses is true.” She looked horrified when she said that and ran the rest of the way to the door running through his living room to his office door.

Severus sat stunned watching the closed door for once something had happened that shut his Death Eater side up. However Hermione did have the right idea about hexing his former student. ‘She wants to talk about fellatio and she considered potion floor sex…what are you doing you dunderhead follow her.’ Never mind…nothing quieted his dark side for very long

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His sister the reason he began to change. She was only a year and a few months old. Draco had only seen her briefly or in wizarding photographs. She had a wide sloppy smile ash blond curls and hazel eyes. She didn’t look like him or his mother. For the while he did see her, he felt different, the disgust he felt for himself because of his lack of foresight in choosing what seemed the easier path faded away. In the eyes of that little girl he could forgive himself. When this battle was over he would spend the whole summer with his family and with her.

Ah yes Ginevra. He loved the annoyed look she had when he called her by her first name. The spark in her eyes made it irresistible to tease her with the name. However he felt privileged to be the only one who could get away with saying her name without being hexed. Yes he had feelings for the red head, strong ones…that he didn’t want to jeopardize at this time. Being a Death Eater spy and having a personal relationship had to be very high on the list of bloody stupid things to do.

She walked to him in the approaching sunset. The colors were always beautiful at this time of day. Who was he kidding she was beautiful, small and curvaceous like the alabaster statues he’d seen when he visited Italy. Nothing shined to him like the light reflected in that little witches hair. She was one of the only people who could get him to laugh at parts of his situation at times when he felt if he couldn’t show emotion he would crack. ‘And you say your emotions for her are only strong…how Slytherin vague is that?’

“I missed you.”

He smirked. “ You saw me in the great hall for dinner less then an hour ago.”

“You know what I mean.”

“You felt the need for my sarcastic presence that desperately …I’m touched.”

“I’m starting to seriously reconsider why I don’t hex you.”

“Because you need someone more interesting to talk to then Potty, Weasel, the Know-It-All, or Model one or two.” He said flippantly watching her reaction eagerly.

“You always forget the one you call Weasel is my brother…I’m one of them too you know?” She said angry and confused. His note had read as important.

“I just wanted to thank you for the idea for my final project…I haven’t received my grades yet but…” Draco subsided at the way Ginny held her body.

“What is it? Something is going on!” She turned to the surprised blonde. He should be used to her figuring things out quickly by now. “I know something is wrong! My brother is studying from a book!” She yelled at the Slytherin loudly.

“Do you expect me to find this an interesting occurrence?”

“Draco!”

“Actually it is rather …I mean who knew he could read.” He looked at the red head backing away from the instinctive hex she threw at him for the comment.

“The book is from the library of Professor Snape! He doesn’t seem the type to share his possessions with students unless he finds a good reason. You have to know what is going on.”

Draco looked at her and sighed. “I believe that book is to help the boy-wonder in the final battle.”

“I see…so you know when it is?” she enquired.

“The leaving feast.” he said soberly.

“That makes sense.” was her simple response.

“What do you mean that makes sense?” he asked, his voiced filled with question.

“Well Voldymoldy’s been rather quite…and it is the end of the year.” she stated in a matter of fact voice.

The blond raised an eyebrow.

The girl shook her head and explained as if to a child. “Don’t you see? …It’s the end of the year…time to attack Harry.”

Draco sat down on the bench thinking. “That is not very subtle is it?”

“Well it seems to be how it works. However this doesn’t leave us much time to plan.”

“What’s to plan? …The leaving feast starts you become conspicuously absent…or maybe port key out until the fight is over.”

“NO!” She yelled adamantly. “There is no way I am going to leave my brother and the others and hide somewhere!”

He sat up quickly walking to her and holding her wrists hostage. How could she consider possibly being caught? True she was a pureblood however she was a Weasley one of the worst traitors of pureblood ideals according to many once including his own. “Ginevra…I don’t want to find you as some Death Eater party favor. This is important. You’re the secret keeper for my mother and sister.” He exclaimed looking into her troubled angry eyes.

“Is that the only reason?” She looked into his heated gray eyes. How could he even think she would not fight with her family? He had to understand she thought as she looked into his intense eyes. He smelled good she decided. The younger Malfoy was a surprising person underneath; once most of his preconceptions of the world were gone. He was almost vulnerable in the emotional sense. Who would think with all the boys she dated…or tried to date she’d be mooning after the ferret. He was still looking at her like that. She blinked as his eyes closed and his lips touched hers. For a pure blood blond ferret he kissed and tasted pretty good.

He was asking for trouble doing this he knew it…but for some reason he couldn’t resist. Snape always yelled at him about controlling his impulses…and getting involved with a Weasly red head days before the battle was not a smart thing, not even a half way intelligent thing. If what he saw before in his chambers was any clue the Professor was not controlling his impulses either. He laughed inside his head…why should he? A kiss would not hurt the out come of the battle in any way.

Her lips were fairly lush and tasted slightly of cherry. Well that’s different he thought …maybe she was eating candy before she came here. What was he doing? He let go of her wrists only to find himself being rushed by her hands as they came to his shoulders.

“Can we do that again?” She questioned before using her hold on him to kiss him again excitedly.

She held on to him desperately as he tried to move away in one last act of conscience but she had a good hold. Bugger it he thought finally his conscience only lasted so long and if the minx was persistent. He had dreams of her when he was lying in the infirmary even before when he thought he hated her. He was always particularly nasty about the relationship he thought the girl had with Potter. He would never admit to anyone how relieved he was in fifth year when Potty made an idiot of himself over that Cho girl.

She was energetic and almost like touching sunshine something genuine with out deceit. She showed honest emotion in her actions and movements. Besides even if he was a Death Eater spy he was better then some of those other dunderheads she had gone out with. He allowed his hands to run through her hair. The silken red locks lightened his heart as her lips moved against his

He wasn’t used to this show of emotion in intimacy. It was one thing to kiss but he quickly found his heart leaping out of his chest in joy. He found it impossible to hide his self, his true self, from her. Slytherin girls tended to act on lust and status or sometimes both but never something so fallible as love.

As a Death Eater…he shuddered he was forced to maintain his position as a spy by performing unspeakable acts on victims. Many times he was forced himself in ways, he planed to stuff many of those memories into the bottom of a pensive at the end of this bloody war.

“I’m not going to hide.” She said after she removed her lips from his.

“I’m not asking you to hide…I’m asking for a tactical retreat…” he said with a slight smirk as he watched her eyes flair with emotion.

“Draco Malfoy…I may not speak Slytherin but I understand it…” she said enunciating her point by poking him in the chest. “And” poke “you want” poke “Me” poke “to” poke “hide.”

“I DON’T WANT YOU THERE!”

She backed away from him he never shouted. Something was wrong. “Tell me the reason…do you believe I can’t defend myself…that I’m a push over in a fight…what?”

“I know you can hold your own in a fight we fought each other last year.” How could he have let that slip? That was last summer; Voldymoldy thought they could weaken Potter by taking out his second family. There had been casualties on only one side, a family of Weasels could be right vicious. However he did have to hex a good deal of her family. He didn’t know how she would react to this he had never told her. As to why he was afraid to know how she would look on him once she actually had seen him in those black robes. If he was able to keep his purpose in her mind as some sort of Dark fantasy or some romantic drivel she might actually like him after the war. He had never wanted her to see him in those robes.

“You were with them?”

“I was one of the Death Eaters called that day…yes.” he said in a whisper.

His eyes slightly wavered from hers was he afraid? “Did I?” She paused and caught her breath then looked at him concerned. “Did I hit you?”

He blinked at her with slight confusion. The dumb blonde blink looked much cuter on Draco then Lavender. When he looked back at her the light returned to his gray eyes as he smiled slyly. “Slicing hex abdomen.” He moved his hands to undo his shirt. “I still have the scar if you want to see?” he challenged.

“Alright.”

Gods he loved this witch she never took the bait. She was standing in front of him with that fiery red hair and her hands on her hips waiting for him to strip. Who was he to disappoint? He slowly unbuttoned his shirt watching Ginevra for signs of impatience. Finally he had the shirt open and she was looking at his bare chest with a slight blush. He knew the scar was under his belly button a large pink slash it had been very painful at the time.

“Merlin I almost disemboweled you!”

“Luckily you weren’t focusing hate…or you would of.” He said with a serious look in his eyes.

Ginny stepped back. Draco suddenly looked a lot older then his eighteen years. He was sidetracking her. He did not want her to know the real reason for his not wanting her to fight. “Draco you’re trying to distract me…what is it you don’t want me to know?”

“It’s about the diary”

“Tom’s diary?” that sounded intelligent Ginny she thought oh of coarse he meant Tom’s diary. Why would Draco bring it up? The diary had been destroyed by Harry…it didn’t exist. “What about it?”

Her eye opened wide as Draco leaned down unexpectedly his voice was deadly serious. ”Even though the diary was destroyed by Basilisk venom the Dark Lord was able to access the memories from the diary. He looked down as he whispered “The day of the attack on the Weasley’s the orders were to bring you back alive and unharmed” He raised his eyes back to hers full of worry. “He wants you.”

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AN: Sorry for the long, long delay I was busy having a baby instead of writing fan fiction. I know this chapter is several months in coming…but I did not abandon this fic. Thanks to Druid who helped me with some fic trouble parts. Warning Citrus next chapter.