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Only One Night	By : tarrador Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter book and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warnings: CANON-style but with Sex (yummy, this is AFF) ;-) <GRIN>

Some would say PWP, but it has a plot though. :P

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EDIT: revised and edited by my fabulous beta taraxchan. Thank you so much!

Summary:

Shortly after Snape and Draco's escape from Hogwarts the Order Of The Phoenix manages to catch and imprison Draco. However, only he has secret information about Snape and Voldemort that could help the Light win the war. In exchange he offers a shameless trade to Hermione...

Chapter 1

Hermione walked into the barren cell, her eyes needing to get used to the darkness. She wandered around, trying to make out Draco Malfoy, who was hidden.

Behind her, the door of the prison room shut, the lock magically re-bolting itself – leaving her alone with the prisoner.

"Malfoy ...?"

She spotted him on a large stone block - lying on blankets he had positioned to make himself comfortable. As Draco looked up, she spotted his bright thatch of hair in the darkness and turned towards him.

"Granger, how nice to see you," he greeted in a smug tone while turning the wick of the oil lamp that was sitting at the head of the stone block a little higher to see better.

Hermione rolled her eyes and looked up towards the ceiling, clearly annoyed.

"Malfoy, what is it? Why do you want to see just me?“ Her now sparkling eyes flashing at him dangerously.

"Well, Potter wanted to know where Snape is hiding, but he couldn’t have been serious in thinking that I’d betray Snape."

Malfoy smirked.

"He was about to Crucio me in order to get his answers."

"I can imagine, Malfoy. You have an inimitable way of setting people off, especially Harry." Hermione's voice was threatening. She was considering the idea of torturing Malfoy with the Cruciatus until he would finally disclose Snape's hiding place.

Malfoy's reply came with a blatant, sarcastic smile on his lips. "Yes, but you cannot use those curses. Your alleged morality keeps you from doing so. “You can’t use Legilimency against me either. My Aunt taught me Occlumency to perfection. You will not get one bit from me.”

Hermione swallowed, he was right. She couldn't use the Unforgivables nor Legilimency since Draco was protected from it, and it even that wouldn’t lead to something. She recalled that even Snape could not look into Malfoy's thoughts.

There was a long pause – both of them scrutinizing the other extensively.

"So Malfoy - well and good. I understand your attitude – you will not tell us where Snape is hiding. However, you wouldn't have called me here to persuade you otherwise. So I repeat my question: why did you want to see me? I have better things to do than spend my time in this wretched prison cell with you."

Draco Malfoy got up from the stone block to a standing position and his eyes pierced Hermione's. Involuntarily, she stepped back when he suddenly stood in front of her by a few yards – even though his right wrist was connected by an iron chain connected to a big round eye on the wall behind him.

The smile on his face was diabolical and his voice came out like the hiss of a snake.

"I want you – or rather – I want to put your morals to the test, Granger"

Malfoy watched her closely before he went on as though appraising her – but also contemplating on what he would be saying next.

Hermione returned to her very annoyed expression.

"What do you mean, Malfoy?"

Then finally he fired his broadside, all cannons at once.

"I'm going to tell you of Snape's hiding place when you sleep with me.” His gray eyes glowed in the dark at these words, seeming more devilish than ever.

Hermione's mouth dropped open, not uttering a word at first.

"What?" she finally asked, haltingly. Then stabbed him with an icy glare.

"You heard me already!" His answer came back dry.

"Malfoy, you're crazy! Besides, you hate me as much as I hate you. Why would you want sex with me, a Mudblood?” Hermione asked, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Oh, don’t think I demanded it just because it would be fun." His smile getting meaner and crueler by the minute.

"I just told you why I offered this. I want to put your alleged morality to the test."

"I do not know how you and your outrageous claim could test my morale, Malfoy. On the contrary, such a suggestion is immoral from the start..."

"Granger, usually you're always so bright," he interrupted. "Do I really have to explain it to you?"

Hermione just stared at him blankly.

Since explaining it was very hard for him, Malfoy breathed deeply.

"Well - I'll explain. You have to find Snape to get your hands on the Dark Lord and destroy him. It is your last chance to win the war and I'm the only one who can help. I know where Snape is, but even with Legilimency you will not get it from me. So... there remain two possibilities. You torture me with the Cruciatus or even more odious Muggle instruments until I confess, or you accept my trade."

Suddenly Hermione understood Malfoy's evil plans. If they tortured and mal-treated him until he revealed Snape's hiding place, then they would betray their own goals, aspirations and morals for which they fought for all the time. On the other hand, however, if she slept with Malfoy and cheated on Ron in this way, she would act just as immoral. It was a treacherous predicament that Malfoy had set up.

In her mind she cursed him.

"You must be crazy!" she finally spat at him furiously, but he just smirked.

Hermione paced up and down in the small prison cell with what Malfoy just said shooting through her head again and again.

"Only one night, Granger, one night with you.” His voice was now soft and flattering, but she believed she could still recognize the sarcasm coming through.

What would happen if she really did that? No. Never. There would be an incurable wedge driven between she and Ron. That was exactly what this Malfoy–prick's intentions were: spreading dissension and discord as always. On the other hand, it was probably the last chance to win the war and end the suffering and death of so many people.

"I hate you, Malfoy," she shot him a dark look, but he only raised his eyebrows.

If she really did ... images were forming in her mind of her undressing in front of Malfoy... No, no, no! Hermione immediately banished them from her brain. Why would she even consider his evil proposal anyway?

She was visibly angry and while continuing to pace up and down, threw repeated deadly looks at Malfoy.

No, he could not do this. There had to be another solution, another way to get to Snape's secret hiding place. She racked her brains. How? How? How? Nothing of use came to her mind.

Finally she had enough. The blood was pounding in her ears and she felt a huge lump rising up from her stomach into her throat. She drew her wand and pointed it at Malfoy.

"Malfoy, you'll tell me what I want to know: where is Snape?"

"What now? Torturing me to death and betraying the principles for which you claim to fight for?" Malfoy did his best to sound confident, but with the quivering, cornered Mudblood witch right in front of him directing her wand at him, he wasn't quite sure anymore.

"There is no one around to know should I use the unforgivable curse," she hissed at him.

"You'll always know it yourself! And besides: do you actually want to kill me afterwards so I cannot tell anybody?"

The wand twitched in her hand.

"No one will believe you!" Her voice rose even louder and more threatening as she continued.

"I count to three now. And if you do not say at three where Snape is hiding then I'm going to use the Cruciatus to get it from you, believe me - I'm serious!" A strand of her wavy, long hair hung in front of her face. She looked more fierce and determined as ever before.

Dead silence carried on.

Malfoy considered briefly the idea of a contradiction but prefered to be quiet while facing the fierce witch.

"ONE!"

Her hand was shaking again.

"TWO!"

Draco went to his knees. For a second Hermione thought that maybe he wanted to plead when he took the submissive pose, but then she was sure – he wanted to make it even harder to her to pronounce the unforgivable curse instead.

Her wand was now pointing down to his chest.

"THREE!"

Draco closed his eyes. Had he risked too much this time? The Mudblood was his only chance now.

"CRUCIO!"

He heard the loud scream and knew all hope was gone. She had done it. She would rather torture him and give up all her principles than surrender to him. For a moment he felt a stronger and more painful stab in his chest than any Cruciatus curse could ever accomplish.

He expected the impact of the real spell but strangely enough it didn't come. No hellish pain, no winding agony, no burning of all nerve endings. He still knelt on the ground – he was not rolling in front of her, twitching on the floor.

Carefully, he opened his eyes again.

Hermione's wand was pointing at him as before, but he made out in the dusk that its position was slightly changed. It was targeted to the wall right behind him, very closely but barely missing his chest.

She had aimed away from him. She intentionally missed him at the very last moment - she had spared him.

Malfoy took a deep breath and looked into her eyes.

Hermione's entire body shook.

She did not understand all this. She actually had really wanted to torture him until the outrageous Slytherin confessed everything and whined for mercy for his impudence. Yes, she really wanted to see him suffer. But at the last moment some little voice from her inside had spoken and prevented it. Her tender conscience? Her decency? Her – as Malfoy taunted – morality?

She recognized Malfoy trembling too, but he seemed to recover quickly and set the superior and greasy smile to his face already.

Hermione drew back her outstretched arm still holding the wand, not noticing until now how very rattled her breath had become, so filled with tension.

Turning on her heel, she headed towards the prison door. She wanted to erase the entire last fifteen minutes from her memory and know nothing about it any more.

Malfoy said nothing. He did not want to talk? Well, they would find another way to find Snape, she told herself. This blond son of a bitch could rot in this place, she did not care. And she wouldn't have to suggest into which bodypart Malfoy could stuff his outrageous and offensive offer.

She moved away from him as he rose from his knees again and looked at Hermione walking away.

"Give yourself to me for a night and I will tell you everything," he called, smirking at her as she left the cell through the small door.

Confident of victory, he settled on the large stone block and was rather shocked to see himself imagining the Mudblood without her clothes.

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A/N 1: Well, you know by now, I'm not a native English speaker. If you feel you can help and straighten things out, help as beta or know one how would help here, please let me know. Email is in my profile. EDIT&UPDATE: Dump this! taraxchan revised & edited. :-)

A/N 2: The story is planned till the end, written completely although not yet in English. Please bare with me and be kind on the reviews as it's my first story in English.

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