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Potions,Poisons and Antidotes

By: shelagh
folder Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 11
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Chapter 9

Disclaimer: Don’t own Harry Potter and am not making any money.

A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating. RL has been a little crazy this week. Here’s the next chapter, please review and let me know what you think.

Chapter 9

Hermione was awakened at 2am by the sound of Severus’ motorcycle. She thought she heard her Aunt laugh and then it became quite again. She snuggled closer into Draco and heard him rumble deep in his chest. And what a nice chest it was with well defined muscles and a sprinkling of pale hair leading a trail down to his washboard abs. How did he stay in shape without working out? She smiled as she realized his answer would have been,” Good breeding”.

“What are you smiling about?” the object of her thoughts asked softly. His arms slowly slid around her and pulled her on top of him. She giggled and sat up looking down into his steely blue eyes. She noticed him tremor slightly as her long curls trailed from his neck down to his stomach as she sat up. Hmmm that would be handy information for later use she thought with a smirk.

“I’m smiling because I woke up in your arms and it made me happy.” She purred as she positioned herself over his erection and slowly slid down onto it. He was so hard and long it felt like it took forever to completely encase him in her wet entrance. She felt stretched and full. Moving slowly she rose to the very tip of him and then slid back down. His hands were on her hips encouraging her to move faster but she wouldn’t do it. She wanted to take her time and make him beg for it.

She tilted her head so that just the tips of her hair trailed over his chest and shoulders and he sighed in pleasure. Her small hands slid up his ribs to his shoulders and back again each time she rose above him and settled back down.

She suddenly found the room spinning as he flipped her onto her back and took over the rhythm. He began to stroke into her faster and deeper as she arched in pleasure at the feeling of him hitting her innermost walls. He dropped his head to firm breast and took a pert nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. She felt the pressure building and moaned his name as her hips jerked harder toward his stroke. She felt the pulse of his release travel down his cock as her own orgasm caused her channel to squeeze him tightly.

As she drifted back off to sleep with Draco half draped over her she realized that she never heard Severus come into the manor. Oh well. Her aunt was a grown woman and Hermione was not going to act like a mother hen.

The next morning Hermione and Draco made their way into the dinning room for breakfast and found Severus and Sarah already there. Giving the two older people a “Good Morning” Hermione sat down and a bowl of fruit and yogurt with toast and tea appeared in front of her.

“You might want to see the Prophet,” Severus remarked sliding a copy in front of the younger couple. The front page showed a picture of them kissing and turning to look at the camera smiling. The headline read, “Brittan’s Most Eligible Wizard to Marry Muggleborn War Heroine.” The overall article was good but a few lines had Hermione upset. The reference to speculation as to how Lucius would have taken the news was out of line. She knew without looking that Rita Skeeter had written the article. Draco just smiled and told her not to worry he would have it taken care of by the afternoon edition.

After breakfast the two women left to go shopping in Diagon Alley and the two wizards left to some shopping of their own. As the foursome stepped into the Three Broomsticks from the floo connection Draco gave Hermione a quick kiss and pushed what looked like a muggle credit card into her hand. “Put all of the shopping for the two of you on this. And do splurge more than a little after all we have more money than some countries,” he said with a smirk

Looking over to Sarah and Severus she saw him give her a quick kiss. The two wizards left and Hermione looked at her aunt in amusement. “Do I want to know about last night?” she teased.

“A Lady never kisses and tells,” her aunt said with a smirk worthy of snarky man himself. The two laughed and walked out arm in arm into the sunshine. “He really is quite the gentleman and very well read on many subjects” Sarah said as they started down the busy street.

Hermione noticed a lot of people staring at her and then began to catch whispers of both admiration and jealously. It seemed everyone had read the Prophet that morning and not all of them were happy about it.

The pair soon came to the latest designer clothing shop, “Two Sisters”. It was run by the Patil twins. Opening the front doors they were immediately accosted by the pair. “Hermione, congratulations!” they said in unison. Amid the flurry of hugs and good wishes Hermione managed to introduce Sarah and tell the girls they were there for dresses for the engagement party Saturday. Two hours and countless dresses later they finally had the perfect dresses and wished the twins goodbye and reminded them of the invitation to attend the party. The twins had a very busy day. It seemed as if half of the Wizarding world would be needing dresses before Saturday.

After stopping at the party planners to choose the menu and decorations the two witches were hungry. “Let’s hit that new restaurant on the end down there,” Hermione said tiredly. Her cell phone rang chose that moment to ring. “Hello” she said.

“Draco, you read my mind. Yes. We’ll be along presently. Order me anything cold to drink” Hermione ended the connection. “It seems we have been invited to lunch.” She said with a smile.

Saturday came all too soon. Hermione and Draco woke to the sounds of the caterers setting up the large tents on the grounds. Even with the help of magic a gathering of this size took a lot of time to set up. “Remind me again why we didn’t just elope” she said with a sigh.

“Because we wanted to help Arthur.” He mumbled from under the pillow he was using to block out the noise. He was about to waive his wand to put up a silencing charm when his wand began to vibrate in his hand. “Bugger, that would be Blaise” he said walking over to the fireplace in just his black silk sleeping pants. Hermione made a run for the bathroom before he could throw in the floo powder.

Hermione started the shower and brushed her teeth before Draco joined her in the room. “I have to go for a few minutes. Apparently the Quidditch practice stadium has been broken into and vandalized. I’m meeting the team there to see what has been taken from the locker room.” He leaned into her and gave her a kiss. “I’ll be home soon love.” He turned and left the room.

Twenty minutes later Hermione and Sarah were just finishing up breakfast when the floo on the library swooshed. Hermione turned to the door as Severus rushed into the room. He looked pale and visibly shaken. “Hermione we are needed at the Cannon’s locker rooms” he said just above a whisper. The hand he held out to her shook just a little.

Without a word the witch stood and ran past him to the floo. She threw in a handful of powder and called out “Managers office Chudley practice arena” and stepped through. Severus was right behind her leaving Sarah looking perplexed.

Hermione arrived to find Draco, Blaise and most of the team convulsing on the floor in pain while mediwitches readied them for transport to St Mungo’s. Severus stopped her from touching Draco, “We don’t know if it transfers by touch yet.” He said quietly. “We do know that it is a variant of the poison from last time. Harry’s locker was rigged with it to go off when it was opened. I don’t know if they just wanted Harry or the whole team.” As he filled Hermione in on the events he seemed to slip into his professional mode. Less emotional and more clinical and analytical.

Seeing her mentor “go to work”, so to speak, triggered the same reaction in Hermione. The pair began reconstructing the events from the time the caretaker called Blaise that morning until now. They then apparated to St. Mungo’s to get samples from each of the victims.


A/N Sorry for the short chapter but I wanted to get it posted. Thank you for any and all input, it really helps. Please review.
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