Finders Keepers

As she ran down the long corridor Hermione couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been knocked in the head one too many times to have made this decision. Four days ago, she was just a relic hunter/antiquities specialist who owned a small gallery and helped fund the new wing at London’s Museum of Magical History. Today she was trying to save the world with an old enemy who had inadvertently gotten under her skin so deep she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to completely dislodge him. Huffing at her wayward thoughts she finally saw the object of them up ahead.

Draco spun around fists up when he heard her approach; she came forward hands up in surrender. When he saw who it was his face changed quickly from fight to surprise and then to anger.

“What the hell are you doing, Granger? You’re supposed to be a thousand miles away – safe.” He ran a hand through his hair violently then dropped it and glared at her. His anger was catching. Why shouldn’t she be here? Why was it so absurd to think Hermione Granger may just want to help save the world – for the second time? She had a great track record so far.

“Safe is over-rated,” she replied and pushed past him to see around the corner he was pressed up against. It was another hallway with two men standing nonchalantly at the end guarding a door. Typical – they had Squibs everywhere. Hermione realised Draco still hadn’t answered and she looked up at his face.

Draco just continued to stare at her like she was mad, maybe she was. She didn’t care.

“That’s not the point – Harry will have my hide if you get harmed, hell the whole wizarding community will hunt me down if a hair so much as leaves your head. We’ve had too many close calls – you shouldn’t be here.” His eyes narrowed as he grasped her forearm and pulled her back from looking around the corner again. Held in his grip and intense gaze, Hermione didn’t know what to think. Suddenly Draco closed his eyes and let out a harsh breath before whispering, “If something happened to you….I couldn’t forgive…”

Her stomach came alive as his words trailed off, “I’m a big girl, Malfoy – I make my own calls. You’re my partner – we made a pact to get the Chest and here I am holding up my end of the bargain. Now, are you just going to stand there and bitch at me like a little girl – or will you man up and help me fight Herbert and Raul?”

The narrowing of Draco’s eyes should have scared her – he was pissed off, somehow she had ceased to worry about his temper tantrums and found them amusing instead. Hermione looked up into his angry grey eyes and knew instantly what she had to do, it was no longer a choice of if she should do it; it suddenly was a necessity. Before Draco had a chance to shove her away, Hermione raised herself to her tip toes and pushed him against the wall all while snaking her hand around his head to catch the hair at the base of his neck. Pulling his head forward, she held herself against his lips, breathing him in while letting the softness of their mouths touch minutely – she felt his ragged breathing before he captured her bottom lip in his.

Groaning into the sensation, Draco teased her with small nips. Before Hermione could even form the thought this was an inappropriate place and time to be kissing, he had spun her around until she was pressed against the cold wall. The shock of the coolness at her back and the intense heat from Draco made her head swim. She loved being manhandled. For all her independence and strong willed manner, Hermione adored having a man take control, it made her lose all inhibitions – she was at their mercy. And being at Malfoy’s was now one of the most appealing ideas ever. Hermione made a pact in her mind – they were going to survive this – no questions, otherwise she was making sure they came back from the dead to consummate this unlikely union.

Hermione opened her mouth and Draco didn’t disappoint – his tongue snaked in to wrestle with hers while his hands gripped her arse, pulling her tight against him. Lord he was excitable, it called to her hormones as all she wanted to do was rip his bloody clothes off and kiss every inch of his muscled body. A shard of lust raced through her groin at the thought of having Malfoy at her beck-and-call sexually, imagining being able to do anything at any time with no repercussions or embarrassment. It made her grab his head with both hands and really pull herself against him – she felt his surprise at her fervour in the way he held his body.

Panting heavily he pulled away from her – she followed, nipping at the corner of his mouth – he groaned. “Granger, you really will be the death of me….”

She trailed her fingers down the front of his ripped jumper and fisted it, pulling him in; it caught him off guard as her lips met his hungrily again. No longer did she worry about the future – right this very second her body was alive, it thrummed with a need – the need to have Malfoy. For a moment Hermione forgot where they were as Draco’s deep throated growls infiltrated her hearing. Merlin he was sexy – how had she missed it? Sometimes being the most stubborn person on the planet was not conducive to a well-rounded sexual experience. She planned on rectifying this as soon as possible.

Much later but not long enough Draco pulled away from her with one last lingering brush to her lips, and looked down at her frowning. Something washed over his face as he looked at her mouth again, as if trying to talk himself out of touching her.

“What about your boyfriend…?” Draco asked quietly as he pulled further away, placing more distance between them than Hermione liked.

Was that why he was hesitant? Did Malfoy actually care she could be in a relationship? Somehow this made her like him even more – he had scruples. Even though he had kissed her back just as passionately – it was still in his mind. He just kept surprising her at every turn. “Yeah – about that…”

Before she could confess Christopher was her best friend and nothing more, a guard came around the corner, gun raised.

“I told you I heard something.” He called to the other man.
Malfoy began to raise his arms in surrender but as they came up past his chest he struck out like a snake. His fist pelted right past the gun and smacked into the man’s throat. He immediately dropped to the floor gasping for air just as the other man shot at them. Hermione yanked Draco back around the corner as the bullet whizzed past.

Hermione crouched down and felt out around the corner trying to grasp the fallen man’s gun, all while Draco dove out into the open rolling on his back in a perfect arc. She heard another shot and a grunt and she jumped out instead of being careful – gun in hand, only to see the other guard flat on his back with Malfoy pressuring his chest with his boot. Hermione looked between the two men Draco managed to knock down without even breaking a sweat.

“You need to teach me some of your tricks,” she told him as he punched the man’s jaw he was partially standing on – making sure he’d passed out before leaving him on the ground.
Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Granger, some of my tricks would have you coming in mere seconds…pity you’re already taken,” then he walked off towards the door leaving her breathless and turned on. Merlin, she wanted him. Screw sanity – it was boring.

Before they breached the two large doors at the end of the hall, Hermione grabbed Draco’s arm, he looked down questioningly. She needed to clear this up – now.

“Christopher is my best friend – only my friend – if anything, I should be worried he likes you not me, you’re more his type…”

She didn’t get any further as Draco had pulled her up against him lifting her from the ground and devouring her with a kiss so hot she wouldn’t have been surprised if smoke was rising from her body.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” He growled against her lips as he pulled her into a deeper kiss, one which had her gasping in need – hell’s why didn’t she tell him earlier if this was going to be his response? “You realise when we get out of here – you aren’t leaving my bed until we are thoroughly fucked out?”

Hermione’s stomach clenched at the possessive crude words, but as much as her heart was hammering in her chest – she needed to set ground rules. Ones she could live with when Draco had had enough of her. She had her heart to protect after all – and she didn’t need Draco making a home in there as well. “As I said before – we could die – if we get out, we use each other until sated.”

Draco’s grip slowly loosened as he let her slip to the ground and she frowned up at him – he’d gone from hot to cold in three seconds flat. “What if I want more than…”

The door swung open violently – Hermione cursed, why the hell did things keep interrupting Draco just when she felt he was about to say something important? Was he about to tell her he wanted more than a screw? No, not possible – Draco Malfoy didn’t do long-term. Well, according to the wizarding gossip magazines he didn’t, not that she devoured articles on him or anything. But she couldn’t think about it anymore as another man the size of a mountain stood before them – a machine gun in each hand trained on them both.

“For fuck’s sake,” Draco grumbled while they both dropped their weapons. The Mountain told them to precede him down the next hallway; they had no choice but to comply.

Hermione had never seen such a large human being and wondered if he was part giant – he had another three feet on Hagrid. She and Draco looked at each other and knew even if one ducked to the side – the Beast held two machine guns – one of them would die if he decided to let a spray loose.

As they walked, Hermione prayed to the Goddess – surely something would have to go their way, so far since they got to this compound nothing had worked for them. Every time they tried to escape or formulate a plan it was thwarted almost immediately – it was bloody frustrating. She hoped like anything that Herbert or Raul still hadn’t worked out how to make the Grindle Chest activate.

They were marched into another smaller room – it was a large executive type office. A huge plate glass window overlooking an underground shed took up one entire wall, the space below was full of Muggle jeeps, trucks and if she wasn’t mistaken weapon chests – lots of chests, she blanched – it looked like Herbert was getting ready for a war.

Raul and Herbert were in the room still removing and replacing the small sliver of metal she and Draco had found on the mountain top. Herbert’s face was red in anger, and his furious eyes found Hermione and he lost it.

Walking over he grabbed her around the neck squeezing – Hermione spluttered and she immediately felt her windpipe buckle under his grip. Wheezing and gasping painfully she saw Draco trying to wrestle away from the Mountain who held him impassively as if he were no more than an annoying mosquito.

“Why the fuck is it not working? What did you steal? Or did you swap them out – I swear if you don’t answer me I will kill you where you stand.” His grip tightened and Hermione felt her face go red hot at the lack of oxygen – she would only last another second or two before she passed out.

“Let her go, you moron – she can’t bloody answer you if she can’t breathe.” Draco’s voice cracked like a whip in the small room. The constriction around her throat lessened and she gasped in a breath of slightly stale air – it didn’t matter though, it was as sweet as anything to her lungs.

“I’d say….” She took in another lungful of air, “It’s because…”

Herbert leaned in closer, mouthing ‘yes’ as she breathed deeply again, “You’re a fucking disgrace to the wizarding community, and good always wins over evil – or so the fairy tales say.”

Her head snapped back as Herbert flung her against the wall so hard the crack she heard had to come from the wall, not her head – although the shooting pain and bright light she saw behind her eyes made her think otherwise.

While she crumpled to the floor hearing Draco roar in anger she squinted up looking with one eye partially open – it was all she could do without passing out. Reaching behind her head she felt something wet and looked up at the wall behind her. Hermione almost passed out as she saw the trail of red sliding down to where she sat. It didn’t look or feel good at all. Ignoring the screaming protests in her head she gingerly managed to get to her knees, dry-retching from the pain – or was it Raul? Hermione was finding it hard to think straight – this would not do. Steeling her resolve, she took in a few deep breaths as she concentrated on getting her feet back underneath her.

“I’m going to use you, Draco Malfoy,” she heard Herbert state.
“Raul is almost ready for another booster – since you have so unhelpfully got us the wrong key and I can’t go back in time to save him from his Squib lineage – I’m going to take your magic to reanimate his for the next year – surely somebody as powerful as you will keep him going for a lot longer than the last wizard.”

Suddenly in a flash or maybe it was Hermione’s disjointed vision, Draco was on his knees before Herbert. Startled, she knew if something wasn’t done in a few seconds she would lose Draco for good and then it didn’t matter if Herbert did manage to go back and change the past, as she suddenly realised – her future would be gone. Hermione’s chest tightened in panic – no, this couldn’t be it. Her palms broke out in sweat as her stomach whirled in fear – it wasn’t fear for herself, she would not lose Draco – not like this.

As he raised his wand, Hermione got to her feet ignoring the screaming in her head which she wasn’t sure was real or not. No one was watching her – Raul looking sickly and unwell sat at the desk observing Draco with something akin to hunger in his eyes, and the Mountain had his back towards her, gun trained on Malfoy. Only Draco could see her and his eyes widened when he saw her unsteadily gain her footing. His expression didn’t change but she could see him begging her not to move – had he accepted his fate? Well it didn’t matter because she bloody well hadn’t.

Then she saw her solution – it was a long shot – hell, it was a passing fancy and had no substance as a plan or idea – but she loved Muggle spy movies and she knew it would work. Even if it didn’t it was better to be killed while fighting back, Hermione would never kick up her heels and play dead.

Dragging her feet a little she gained a small amount of speed and ripped one of the machine guns from the Giant, he was too startled as the leather strap came loose – finally something went Hermione’s way. As she ran past she pointed it at the glass window and began to shoot – the gun jumped about in her hands, she was too weak to completely control it and the spray went far and wide.

Raul fell down behind the desk away from her haphazard shooting while Herbert dived in behind him. The Mountain wasn’t so lucky and his arm caught a few errant bullets. Hermione didn’t have the time or energy to feel too bad – but he would survive. Draco jumped up and followed her as they barged towards the window which had completely shattered.
Dropping the large, heavy and now spent gun they barrelled towards to glass – and jumped against it – Draco at the last minute pulling her close and grasping her in a ball against his chest as he used his back as a battering ram on the remaining glass which hadn’t fallen. The splintering of glass infiltrated her hearing – louder than the buzzing in her ears. She felt her skin cut in places but nothing too deep as they fell. They were out of the office and suddenly they had a chance again – it was all she could ask for as the pain became excruciating behind her eyes.

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Draco waited to hit the ground in a bone-crunching smack – it didn’t happen. Instead his back landed against fabric which went so taut it ripped and he fell through to a tray on the back of a Jeep. Hermione’s limp form crashed with him. His body took most of the shock of impact thankfully, as Hermione’s head was still nestled against his chest. Draco looked up from where they fell in surprise. Granger had once again completely blown his mind – how in hell had she managed to make an escape especially after the injury she’d sustained.
Thinking on that for a moment he looked down, his hand was cradling the back of her head and when he removed it, blood covered his hand.

“Granger…” he shook her slightly – he got no response – his body went cold as his stomach dropped.

She couldn’t be… he wouldn’t let her be… “You even think about dying on me, I’ll come and find you in the after-life and annoy you with Pureblood jokes until you scream.”

He felt a small shift as her chest took in a sharp painful breath, he felt relief flood him, pure and sweet – he couldn’t hide from it any more – he wanted Granger, he wanted her for as long as she would put up with him – which with their track record could be minutes, though he was hoping for a little longer.

Draco placed her gently on the tray and jumped out the back of it – looking for anything he could use as a weapon – the Grindle Chest wasn’t working – he had that much to be thankful for. But, there were still two bat-shit crazy wizards gunning for his death and as he’d just discovered, he had something worth fighting for now.

He heard a bellow and looked up just as Herbert threw a spell from the window – it missed Draco by an inch. He needed to find better cover. Hoping Granger would be safe in the Jeep he ran across the room to the chest of Muggle weapons he’d spied earlier – hoping against hope there were loaded guns inside.
Running as fast as he could, he dodged another two spells before catching one on the ankle – it flipped him over in the air three times before he slammed into the ground hard. Groaning as his shoulder flared in pain he rolled over and watched while Herbert made his way down a flight of stairs coming from the office – of course there would have been stairs. He quite liked the spectacular way Granger got them out of the room better though.

He watched warily as Herbert passed the Jeep without looking in it – maybe he didn’t see Granger inside. Draco crawled to his knees and saw the treasure trove of weapons just out of reach – he tried to sidle to the side but Herbert stopped him with a waggle of his wand. Draco had no choice but to wait and hopefully come out of this situation on top with only using his wits.

“I will have your life-force - Pureblood wizards always last longer than those born of Muggles! Don’t move an inch.”

Draco stayed kneeling, and waited for Herbert to start ranting again – he was like most ego-centric wizards in the world and wouldn’t be able to help telling everyone his plans. All Draco had to do was wait and take any opportunity available to him.
Once more he fingered the small spell in his pocket and a chill went through him when he thought about using it. It could potentially do more harm than good.

As Herbert flicked his wand – Draco realised in surprise he wasn’t going to stand there talking about his master plan. Flinging himself to the side, Draco narrowly missed the stream of red coming from Herbert’s wand. He threw himself forward and rolled four times before crashing into Herbert’s legs – the startled wizard flailed and fell – Draco managing to gain the upper-hand finally.

Suddenly a wand was pointed directly at his temple – oh shit.
Herbert began to speak in Latin, and Draco felt an unearthly pull from deep inside of him – he screamed from the agony. Blearily through the pain he looked around for anything he could use to stop the barrage of suffering. He couldn’t see anything, he only had himself. He thought quickly on Granger lying crumpled in the back of the Jeep and knew if he didn’t man up and fight back through this torture she was as good as dead – he didn’t care what happened to himself, but Granger was worth something in the wizarding world – she needed to
live.

Pain cut through his thoughts and he managed to use it to his advantage – lifting his hand up slowly in agony he grasped Herbert’s wand hand – he saw Herbert start in surprise. It felt like red hot knives were continually piercing his head, bright spots littered his vision and he was running completely on adrenaline, fear and another strange emotion which felt a lot like wanting to protect something special – Granger.

He bent his hand with all his might – fighting against the unnatural spell which was draining him of his magic. Sweat fled down his face, stinging his eyes and his breath was laboured but finally Herbert’s hand began to move.

The pain fled as the wand flicked to the side. Draco wanted,
no he needed a moment to take a breath in – but he knew he couldn’t afford the luxury as Herbert immediately trained the wand back at him. Draco dropped to the floor and rolled until his back hit a large crate. As a spell hit beside his head followed by a roar of anger from Herbert, Draco somehow succeeded to get to his feet and he slipped behind the large weapons chest.

Climbing up he saw the crate full of Muggle guns and ammunition. He managed to grab a gun and a handful of shells and fell down again to his arse; he was still in so much pain the jolt up his back didn’t even register. As his shaking hands loaded the weapon as quickly as he could, Herbert strode around the corner.

Time slowed down to nothing as Draco raised the gun and Herbert’s wand exploded with light. Pain hit Draco in such a force every last breath disappeared from his chest – it was too much – he couldn’t survive. Then he heard a loud bang, and suddenly he was back in the game. Herbert squealed and fell to the side holding onto his upper thigh – an inordinate amount of blood was welling.

Draco had managed to squeeze the trigger – whether it was a reaction of his body from the pain or not he didn’t care. Draco stumbled to his feet and saw the Jeep, there was no movement from inside, Granger had to be okay; he couldn’t fathom a life without the annoying witch anymore.

Jumping to his feet, Draco ran for her – his heart pounding.
“It’s working!”

Over Herbert’s pained yelps Draco looked up in utter horror. Raul stood on the threshold of the stairs leading from the office – the Chest in his hand was now glowing. Oh fuck.

They were out of time – they were completely out of luck and Draco had no other choice. He gripped the small metal object in his pocket and ran for Granger – hoping like hell they would be protected from the spell if he was the one to activate it. He had no idea – this spell was completely untested. Draco’s heart pounded in fear for their safety and not sure what in hell he was doing he ran for the Jeep jumping in the back. He slid towards Granger’s limp body and grabbed hold of her.

As his movement jostled her, he saw with sweet relief her eyes open, they were pained and confused.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you – you’re safe now.” He cradled her head gently against his chest being mindful of her injury – he’d never felt so grateful to see somebody move in his life.
Draco heard her breath hitch and he looked down at her; she was smiling weakly, eyes wet. Her hand reached for his face and cupped it a moment, ‘I thought I’d died.”

“Not on my watch, Granger.”

“Thank you, Draco – you really are one of the good guys.” she whispered while her hand dropped as she slid into unconsciousness again. Draco stared down at the small witch in wonder, her words making a fast track to his chest which for lack of a better word was pulsing radically. Hermione Granger liked him – he was certain of it. It was now imperative to escape so he could use this information against her and make her see he was worthy of a date or fifty.

Then suddenly everything stopped going in slow motion and sped up. He pulled Hermione from the back of the jeep, holding her against his chest – and stopped dead in his tracks.

Draco watched as Herbert finally realised he still had a wand in his hand and pointed it at them – he watched as Raul chuckled evilly as only a mad-man can and he watched as his own finger depressed on the small metal stud he was holding. Yelling out the trigger word he saw Raul’s face slacken at what started to happen. Herbert looked around in shock and fury – even with his wand he couldn’t do anything to stop what Draco had put into motion. Raul screamed as the stairs buckled beneath him and the Chest tumbled to the floor still glowing - Herbert could do nothing but watch. As the roof began to cave – Herbert’s shocked form fell to the ground – Draco looked away as light flashed so bright it hurt his retinas. He wasn’t sure what had happened to the wizard – did he self-combust?

Draco looked up as the world around him buckled and fell – the spell in his hand burning hot against his palm – but he dared not drop it in case he too became part of the spell. He could now see why Lloyd didn’t want this weapon unleashed in its untested form– and Draco would make sure that would never happen again if…when he got out. The stud in his hand was supposed to make the area into a magical dead zone, which in effect could be dangerous if you were in a situation where you relied heavily on magic. All Draco wanted it to do was stop The Grindle Chest from activating further and to stop Herbert’s wand. The stud had been designed to create a blast zone of a few hundred metres only, but as Draco looked around something else was happening instead and his chest tightened in fear – what had he unleashed?

The spell began to twist and turn the compound into an unrecognisable shell – metal pylons and concrete walls fell and warped around him. As the roof above them dipped and curled he held his breath – Granger and he remained unscathed, so far. He chanced a glance away from the destruction to check on her – she was pale – oh so pale and he felt his heart contract in his chest. This couldn’t be it – he couldn’t lose her just when he finally admitted she was somebody worth fighting for. Gripping her tighter he watched the world wither away around him. He needed to find them an escape – no matter how protected he thought they were – when the entire compound came down around their ears they would still be trapped. He didn’t think that he could get them out without a wand and that thought scared him – what would happen if he couldn’t get Granger to medical attention immediately?

Fearfully he looked up as a huge metal and concrete slab teetered and fell, he crouched low over Granger’s body and waited for the impact – nothing came. The plateau had caught on another pylon which fell at the exact right moment and it all hung suspended about fifteen feet above their heads. Dust and concrete particles fell on and around them, making Draco cough and he found he couldn’t see more than three feet around him. His vision was cut off due to all the debris floating in the air. He had to go on a little faith they would remain unharmed – there was nothing else he could do.

Draco had no idea what had happened to the other Squibs and men in the compound – he had no way of knowing how wide-spread this spell would go – was it just this room or a fifty mile radius? He kept telling himself it was the only choice – he couldn’t do anything else but use the spell. He hoped he hadn’t unleashed something unstoppable. But, before he could finish the thought that he might be the wizard to destroy the world; the twisting metal stopped.

Looking around he saw Granger and he were cocooned in a small space, no bigger than the inside of a car – but they were safe. A grin spread across his face, it was short lived.
He used his jumper and ripped shreds off it to staunch the blood from Hermione’s head wound – it looked terrible and he felt unease run through him. He had no idea how long he sat there running his fingers across her forehead, willing her to wake up and smile at him – it could have been minutes or hours.

Finally he knew he had to do something – but what? Then before he could formulate a plan to get them out he heard a noise.
Placing Granger carefully on the ground behind him he stood up as far as he could. Slightly stooped he waited as he heard voices outside their small space – was it the other Squibs coming to finish the job – he didn’t know – but who else?

He readied his weary body and mind to fight as the metal before him crunched and moved – whoever was on the other side was using magic – so it couldn’t be anyone from the compound he reasoned – unless the spell only affected this one room, he thought dryly.

Suddenly the pylon before him moved and before he could punch out, a familiar face was peering back at him grinning ear to ear.

“Christopher…?” Draco whispered disbelievingly. The bruised and battered dark haired wizard held out his hand and Draco had never seen anything so welcoming, Granger could sometimes be a great judge of character.

“I told you I’d save the day - need some help?”

Draco grinned back and grabbed Christopher’s hand tightly.

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A splitting headache was what greeted Hermione when she finally opened her eyes. Waiting a moment or two before attempting to move her head she looked up at the white ceiling and wondered for a moment where she was - St Mungos? Looking to her left she saw no machines or nurses near the bed – but what she saw made her catch her breath. The room she was in was in no way, shape or form a hospital room. It was one of the most beautiful bedrooms she’d ever seen, the sheets beneath her were of such a high thread count she didn’t know if the number actually existed, the quilt over her was the type which screamed light and fluffy and cocooned her like a small child – she felt safe.

The furnishings were extremely expensive, but understated in only a way a great interior designer could manage. A huge arrangement of native flowers sat on the sideboard across from the bed. Hermione wouldn’t be able to name half the flowers within it – but the fragrance was crisp and clean, not too flowery – it too was perfect for her. Her eyes flicked above the vase and she saw a piece of artwork on the wall and gasped when she saw the artist’s signature – she knew of them and they never charged less than six figures – where the hell was she? Wherever it was she needed to transport this room to her house – it was stunning.

Holding a hand to her head she sat up gingerly, the sharp pain was now turning into a small throb at the base of her neck.

“Hello…” her voice was crackly from under use and she coughed a little, she needed to find out where this amazing room was situated.

Suddenly the door opened and a small beautiful petite blonde witch came through, wearing a complete bio-hazard suit – what in hell?

“Hermione, you’re awake – how do you feel?”

Ignoring the fact this woman knew her name, she squinted and felt the back of her head – there was a small bump – nothing more. “Um – apart from a headache I’m fine…not to be rude, but where the hell am I? And why are you dressed like I’m a nuclear warhead?”

The small woman smiled and placed a wand on Hermione’s wrist – she tried to pull back but a soothing feeling took over her and the headache disappeared.

“You’re in quarantine; the spell Mr Malfoy used hadn’t been tested, so until we know what its effects are – you’re stuck here. You should be let out in the next week or two.”

“Week or two…” her words trailed off, she felt anger well.
Malfoy had used an unsanctioned spell – who cared if it saved the world – she was stuck in a room. Ok, she was being unreasonable but small spaces drove her mad. The nurse continued to check her over using a combination of Muggle and magical devices, she eventually hummed in approval.

“Don’t worry – you have free reign over the unit now – we were just here until you woke up. But since you don’t seem to be suffering any other trauma except a slight headache, I’m leaving you some painkillers in the kitchen, no more than eight in twenty four hours though. There is a phone if you need anything else; and no performing magic until you get out and get the all clear. The Minister will be in contact soon.”

The Minister, Hermione thought groggily as the woman left the room. It took a few moments for Hermione to gather her wits and she swung her legs over the side of the bed – immediately holding the side of it as her vision swam. She was stuck in a unit; that much she gathered. What the hell kind of spell had Malfoy used?

As her feet hit the carpet she almost groaned again – this time in utter pleasure. Her toes sank into the thick cream coloured flooring. Hermione didn’t even realise carpet could be so thick – it was like stepping onto a pillow. The decadence of this place was lost on her – surely the Ministry wouldn’t have put her up here – they were budget conscious too.

She slowly went for the door trying not to curl her toes in pleasure with every step on the carpet, and when she reached the large wooden door she found no resistance so she pulled it open. Looking down the hallway, Hermione couldn’t see anyone in sight. Keeping her footsteps light she walked down the corridor, the walls were covered in pictures, scenes of rivers and trees, it was almost homey. She past a few shut doors but didn’t try them – at the end of the passage was a lounge-room. A huge ‘L’ shaped leather couch took up the space and the biggest TV in the history of TV’s was plastered to the wall. Books littered the coffee table and wizard and Muggle movies took up the rest of the space. Where in hell was she?

The next room was the kitchen which was completely filled with food and she saw her small vial of pain-killers next to another one – which had Draco’s name on them. What the?

Deciding she’d had enough and needed to escape she went to the first closed door in the hall; opening it she saw a huge master bedroom. If she thought the room she had woken up in was amazing – it had nothing on this room. The view was spectacular – one entire wall was a window which overlooked the ocean – she knew then she wasn’t anywhere near London. The ridiculously large and clearly masculine bed was mussed, somebody was here, and she had a fair idea who it was.

Fighting the hesitant feeling in her stomach she tried the adjoining door and almost gasped at the sight. Draco Malfoy was climbing from the shower – water dripped down his chest, and Hermione’s mouth went dry as her eyes traced the rivulets of water as they trailed lower disappearing into the soft blonde curls of his groin – Oh Lord. When his surprised eyes found hers it took all of two seconds for him to smirk at her.
Stammering an apology, Hermione shut the door and backed up until she was leaning against the large cool window breathing
heavily. Where was her courage now?

The door slammed open before her and Hermione glanced up at Draco’s face, ignoring the dismay she felt at the fact he’d wrapped a white fluffy towel around his waist. This unprecedented feeling made her angry.

“What the hell did you do to us?”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow at her, “I think it’s called saving your arse, Granger – and by the way – you’re welcome.”

“Conceited dick, you know what I meant.” Hermione was finding it increasingly difficult to hold Malfoy’s gaze, his chest was like a flashing sign demanding attention – her eyes flicked to his muscled stomach and something deep inside of her clenched.

“It was a spell Lloyd and I were trying to design; it worked, a little too well. The entire compound was destroyed, including another ten mile radius around it.” He tucked his wet hair behind an ear and took another step towards her – Hermione heart thumped erratically.

“Casualties?” Her mouth was dry again.

“A few, Raul was one of them – Herbert’s body wasn’t
recovered – there’s a manhunt for him going on now, and The
Grindle Chest is under lock and key again.” Draco had entered her personal space, and he ran his hand over the back of her head, feeling for her wound, Hermione inhaled sharply but not from pain. “I thought you were gone…”

Her eyes caught his and the burning between them intensified to fever pitch. To hell with it, Hermione threw herself at him at the same time Draco pulled her into his embrace.

Their lips met in a furious dance of need, of passion long stifled – it was a kiss of pure and absolute lust. Before Hermione’s hormones could catch up Draco had spun her around so her entire front was pushed up against the cold glass. His hand swept her hair from her neck and his lips trailed hot wet kisses up to her ear and towards her jaw. His knee went between her legs and pushed on her as he held her trapped against the window.

Hermione threw her head back and Draco wasted no time capturing her lips at the new angle, letting his hand trail down her side before finding the waist of her PJ pants. With a small whimper from her throat he dropped to his knees taking off her undergarments with it. She felt exposed and wickedly hot. He trailed licks and kisses up the back of her thighs and when he reached the apex of her legs he spread her open while she arched, dancing his tongue across her wetness. Hermione groaned in want, her head was spinning; she was stuck in a lustful haze of passion as his tongue quested deeper.

With a hand holding her hip Hermione couldn’t help but undulate against the window slightly, she heard Draco’s chuckle and felt a small returning smile on her own face.
Suddenly he was standing up straight again and the rest of her clothes came off until she was stark naked, nothing had ever felt so good in her life. He pushed her against the glass again – it was cool against her breasts – but felt so right.
Draco’s hand came around the front of her and he pushed between her and the glass until his fingers found her pussy.
Hermione saw stars as they nimbly and expertly started to make her fall apart.

Draco’s towel had been dropped at some point as his erection pushed into the small of her back and she arched up without realising it so it fit into the cleft of her buttocks, he immediately began to slide it between her cheeks – creating a sweet friction. His breathing was choppy and Hermione knew he was barely controlling himself – and she didn’t want him to.

Reaching around behind her, she grabbed his hard cock and grinned when she heard his small hiss and felt him pulse in her hand – god’s this was sexy. She was lost in a sea of lust so hot and wet she felt she was drowning – and Hermione didn’t care – she wanted Draco inside of her – now. This wasn’t about a slow and gentle exploration of the other – this was about sating the tension which had dogged them from the beginning. It was supposed to be quick, furious and dirty.

Hermione didn’t really need to guide Draco’s hardness to where she craved – he knew. He placed a large hand on her shoulder and another on her hip as he slid directly into her. Hermione yelled out against the glass – her small puffs of arousal making fog patches on the window before her.

He filled her up in one long thrust; then stopped letting her adjust to his size. It was the most delicious sensation in the world. Hermione’s gaze fell on the ocean, it was stormy – the clouds were threatening rain and the waves crashed over and over creating swirls of foam and frenzy. She knew what it felt like - her stomach was doing the exact same thing.

“Hermione…” Draco’s low growl of impatience made her almost come on the spot.

She nodded her head, “God’s yes,” and she arched further as Draco began to move within her.

He managed to keep up a steady and impossibly slow pace at first, driving Hermione to distraction – she wanted fast, hard and messy. But his cock slid in and out of her again and again building a pressure so taut she was ready to snap.

Suddenly his hand found her breast and he finally slammed into her giving her everything she’d been craving. As his fingers tightened on her sensitive nipple she cried out, Draco thumped into her with abandon – finally losing control to the sensations flowing between them. Hermione felt bruised and completely satisfied as he continued to pound into her. His grip on her hip began to shake as she felt him nearing his end and she threw her hands up against the glass as he pushed her hard against it.

Hermione screamed her release a few seconds later – never knowing sex could be so lustfully naughty. Draco tensed up behind her and bellowed as he came moments later, while Hermione twitched around his hard cock. Seconds passed – then minutes - neither moved. Hermione’s breathing was still patchy and she felt Draco place a small kiss to the top of her head before pulling out from her. The tenderness he showed made her stomach clench – a nice and considerate Malfoy was not somebody she’d had to deal with before and she had no idea what it could do to her. She felt the loss of him keenly and pressed herself against the window more – feeling boneless.
When Draco’s weight left her – she almost slid to the floor –
but he caught her.

Before she could think or protest – she was carried to the bed where she was thrown down.

“Hey!” She yelped angry, this was soon replaced with another sharp pang deep inside of her at the hungry look Draco was bestowing on her.

“I warned you, Granger – you’re not leaving here until we are completely fucked out.”

Hermione gulped hard and caught Draco’s intense gaze again. Merlin, she was in trouble and it looked like a blonde devil. This was her last thought as Draco crawled onto the bed and made her see stars over and over.

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A/N - Thanks once more for reading, hope you've enjoyed it - one more chapter left! :)