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Blood on the Ground	By : pepperdoc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15292 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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~~~ ~~~ ~~~ June 23, 1998 ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Ron entered the strange door he had been led to by the masked man with trepidation. The bright light from outside did not penetrate the murkiness inside the opened doorway very far. The interior of the overly large house was prematurely darkened. The door slammed behind him, as though the hand which closed it had no care for the noise the grand door made upon the jamb.

He could see only a single candle burning in the room, presumably on a table. He waited for his eyes to adjust, but still strained to look around. Suddenly, he heard a high pitched laugh behind him and spun so quickly he nearly fell. He could see nothing in the gloom behind him. He whispered, “Is there someone there?”

From the middle of the room he heard a low hissing voice address him by his full name and was more terrified than he had ever been in his entire life. He turned more slowly and with his adjusted eyesight saw a black cloaked figure sitting to his left. “Ronald Weasssley,” the voice said again, its tone was one of judgment.

“Yes,” Ron whispered into the dark.

“You’ve come with newss,” The voice offered, as though it was aware of his terror.

He stood straighter. “I want to make a deal before I tell you my information.”

“Tell me your wisssh and I will conssider it,” The voice said, filled with calculating intelligence.

“I want Draco Malfoy dead.”

The voice did not answer at first. “Why?”

Ron took a deep breath, “I just do, do you want my information or not?”

The owner of the voice was suddenly gone. The speed of him was astounding. From a few inches to his left, Ron felt his host’s icy consideration entering his brain, and he concentrated on Draco Malfoy dying as his wall from the onslaught.

“It can be arranged. What would you offer to your Dark Lord in exchange?” The voice asked as he circled Ron.

“I know where Harry Potter will be on July 31^st…”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ June 24, 1998 ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

*Excerpt from Hermione’s diary*

Nineteen days have passed since I told Draco I would allow him to court me. It’s been an interesting few weeks. I haven’t made much time to actually write down anything about this… relationship. Voldemort is making too much progress in his ambitions for me to really focus on it. It’s late at night and he is sleeping on the chaise in the library before me. He’s so peaceful when he sleeps. It almost is more attractive to see his face so relaxed than when he’s awake. His mask has gone whenever we’re alone, I think he doesn’t want to hide things from me, other than his past with his family. He never talks about that, really, other than in passing. I don’t press the issue. Ron has… been missing for two weeks now. It’s almost a relief. The whole Order knows Draco and I are seeing each other. That’s what prompted Ron to leave, I think. We stopped keeping it a secret and the first time Draco took my hand in public, Ron left the room and hasn’t been seen since.

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She paused for a moment and considered Draco’s face in the low light of the library. She rearranged herself in the leather armchair she thought of as his before going back to her writing.

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Draco and I is what matters right now, not Ron. I don’t know if I should even consider Ron a friend anymore. Draco on the other hand… Flowers and chocolates were nowhere near what he meant by courting. The conversations we’ve had have been enlightening, and so have the gifts. He gives gifts like they are candy… We have moved past the kissing stage. He is an amazing kisser. He can get me hot with just a glance, and we haven’t even been without clothing in front of one another. I don’t know how I’ll be able to survive having sex with him… what am I saying, I won’t be for a while yet. He’s alluded several times to being a little… unusual in the bedroom. I’ve yet to figure out what he means by his allusions, and he always avoids my inquiries. Anyway… He has mostly figured out the charms on the house. This afternoon, he figured out that the Solarium has a charm so it can replicate places. We dined on the beaches of Fiji this evening because he mentioned wanting to go there one day with me. He can be such a romantic when the mood strikes him. I’ll start gushing if I don’t stop, I’d better get us to our beds. –H

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She closed her book and shrunk it to put it in her hiding place.

She sat on the chaise next to him and gently stroked his face. “Draco?” He stirred slightly. She touched his neck with the same softness, and whispered his name again. He groaned in his sleep. She touched his chest through his silk shirt, his name a little louder on her lips. He opened his eyes slowly. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, Draco.”

He yawned. “Yeah, yeah, Granger, let’s get us to bed.”

She giggled and stood, “You to bed, I’m a grownup and can stay up past my bedtime if I want. Up you come,” She held her hand out to him.

He stood without her help and towered over her. “Don’t speak to me like a child,” He told her seriously.

Her face changed to remorse, “I’m sorry, I was just playing around.”

“Will you read me a bedtime story?” He asked with a grin.

She smacked him on the arm, “You’re so mean sometimes.”

“I know.” He flung his arm around her shoulders. He let her go before him through the door and up the stairs. She opened the door to his room when she reached it. He grabbed her hips as he passed and dragged her into the room. He shut the door and pressed her against it with an intense look on his face, and held her wrists pinned against the door. “You have no idea how mean I can be, Granger,” He growled.

She blushed, trying to ignore the tightening of her lower belly at his suggestive and controlling words. “I have a vague idea, I should think,” She heard herself whisper.

He chuckled and lowered his mouth to her neck. He whispered against her skin seductively, “You think you do. But the things I would do to you,” He nipped at the sensitive skin under her ear. “The things I will do to you,” He pressed himself against her harder, and she could feel him hardening against her, “Are nothing compared to your vague ideas.”

Hermione’s eyes were closed, her was body responding to his words with pleasurable tingles. She tried to raise her arms to be able to touch him as she wished, but he held them firmly near her hips. He grazed his teeth against her collarbone and she whimpered in need. “I would torture you until you had forgotten your own name.” He growled, continuing in her silence. “I would worship this body,” He raised her hands above her head and held them with one hand so he had a hand with which to caress her. “And you would never forget mine.” He stroked down her arm and brushed against the side of her breast. She arched and moaned at the contact, opening her eyes to look at him with need. His eyes seemed darker, and the intensity with which he stared at her felt more revealing than if she were naked before him.

He was lost, torn between ripping off her clothing and taking her and continuing the onslaught he had started. He touched her clothed belly and decided he needed to touch her skin. The cloth of her shirt tickled the back of his hand as he slipped his fingers under to touch her warmth. He watched her arch to his hand, begging him to take more with her motions. He splayed his hand across the taut skin and continued talking to her, “This skin is where I would start. This would be the first place I would touch after I’d tied you to the bed,” He pressed his hips firmer into hers, needing to relieve the ache this torture was starting in him. She moaned, her eyes slipping shut. He smirked, knowing she was imagining what he was whispering to her. “I would slowly remove your clothing as I went, and you would feel like you hated me before I was finished. I would save your private parts for last, and then I would coax the most satisfying orgasm of your life once I decide to touch them.” He brushed the underside of her bra, and she jumped to his hand again. “And then you would be allowed to pleasure me. This,” He thrust against her, “Was made for me, and I fully intend that it should belong only to me.” He growled.

“Please,” She whimpered suddenly. Her heart was racing, she was so wet, and her body so craving him it was painful for him to deny her.

He pulled her against him by her lower back and leaned next to her ear. He whispered “Please what?”

“I… I need you to touch me…” Her mind was in a haze, and she couldn’t think properly.

He stood straighter and ordered, “Open your eyes, Hermione.” She complied, confused by his sudden change in demeanor. His face was like stone, his lips in a hard line and his eyes narrowed on her. He spoke in a hard tone, “Tonight, I won’t. Tonight, you will go to your room and touch yourself. And don’t try to hide the noises you make, I want to hear them.”

“But… Why?”

“Because you’ll need to learn that you have to submit to my whims in the bedroom. This is your first lesson.”

She stood on wobbly knees, “Alright.” He pulled her against him again, and kissed her hard. His hands gripped her bottom and one finger slid forward to touch her jean clad heat, and reawakened her passion. She kissed him back wildly, pressing her small frame fully against his toned body.

He let her go and opened the door, his body rigid as he watched her go.

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Hermione barely closed the door before she was ripping off her clothing. There was a moment before she slipped out of her panties where she considered what she was about to do, and when she felt the cold air against her soaked outer lips, her decision was made. “Never been this wet before in my life,” She muttered to herself as she crawled onto her bed.

Her nipples were hard and she had goose bumps from the chilly air surrounding her. She thought back to what Draco had been whispering to her and felt her body clench again in need. She stroked her right nipple gently and surprised herself by crying out as her body responded. She decided she could forgo the preliminaries and slid her fingers into her wetness.

She bit her lip, as she spread the copious amounts of wetness there onto her fingers. Embarrassment caused her cheeks to flush as she considered Draco’s order to not hide her noises. She grazed her clit with her thumb and cried out again, more softly this time. She imagined the things he had told her about earlier. Her fingers stroked her clit quickly, and she soon found herself not caring if anyone was listening, and if they were, that they would be thinking it sexy. She felt her body begin to convulse after just a few minutes and thrust her fingers roughly into her opening, stroking them in time with her contractions. She came three more times before she was satisfied enough to fall asleep.

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Draco cast a charm to make her noises louder and lounged in one of the armchairs, listening to her cries of pleasure. He had gotten a glass of firewhiskey and sipped it while he enjoyed the audio coming from her. He was rock hard but didn’t allow himself the pleasure of joining her, yet. He waited until he was certain she was asleep before he took himself into his hand and quickly came. He took a shaky sip of his whiskey as he caught his breath. The frozen rocks clinked against the glass as he considered what to do in the morning. Time passed and he finally retired with a frustrated frown gracing his features.

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He woke and padded downstairs in the early light. His night had been tormented with tossings and turnings. He’d dreamt in the early morning of the witch down the hall in all her naked glory begging him for her release, and had woken with another glorious erection. He’d just finished taking care of it, put on his pants and went to start the coffee.

She wasn’t awake yet, as he’d expected. He started the growling coffeemaker and decided on a devious plan. He walked softly upstairs and cracked open her door. She lay on her side, facing away from the door. He opened the door wider and saw her pale back revealed from the covers’ position. Her modesty was mostly intact, though he knew she was nude.

He entered the room and sat on the bed next to her. He touched her back with his forefinger, tracing her spine with reverence. “Hermione,” He whispered. She made a soft noise in her throat, closely resembling a moan and he felt his dick take notice. He touched her again, following a random path across her back, and watching her back prickle in gooseflesh. She rubbed her face against the pillow, and he whispered her name again.

She froze her movements. “What?”

He lay next to her on the bed, his feet hanging off the bed until he turned into her curled body. His hardness nestled itself between her butt checks and he nuzzled into her hair. “You did so well, love. I wanted to tell you.”

She covered her face with one arm and told him, “Do you have to tell me when I’m naked?”

He growled, “It’s common courtesy to say “Thank you’ when someone complements you.”

“Sorry, ‘Thank you’” She said sarcastically.

He stroked her bared arm which was thrown over her face. “Do you feel embarrassed?”

“Yes.”

“You shouldn’t.” He moved her hair away from her neck and began kissing it between his words, “It was amazingly sexy, even thinking of it now,” He thrust against her, “Has made me hard all over again.” She remained silent. He continued, allowing his free hand to stroke along her side, “Did you think about what I’d been telling you as we kissed on the door?” She nodded, if he could see her face, he would know her embarrassment by her blush. “And you feel embarrassed being naked while I’m in the room?” She nodded again. “Do you want me to leave?” He asked as he rested his hand just below her breast.

She didn’t move, she was thinking hard. Finally she answered, “Sort of. I’m not sure what to think right now.”

“Alright. I’ll be downstairs. Come down when you’re ready.” He said while standing.

“Wait.”

He nearly turned before remembering her nudity, “Are you decent?” He asked.

He heard cloth moving and she answered, “Yes, turn,” after a moment.

She had sat up on the bed with the covers ending just above the curve of the breasts. He watched her eyes rake over his body, pausing at the bulge in his pants and widening before meeting his eyes. They stared at each other for a moment before she said, “I’m not embarrassed for what I did last night, but it is not easy to speak about. I’m not used to this kind of…. Dynamic.”

He sat again with some space between them. “What kind of dynamic do you see between us?” He asked, genuinely curious. They had not exactly gone over what his kinks were, except for in vague discussions about it.

“I’m not sure what to call it. Where you’re in control, and I am being subjugated.”

He smiled softly at her, “It’s called Dominance and Submission. You’re not exactly being subjugated, though. This is no military conquest, and I like it to be only in the bedroom.”

“Can… you explain what you mean by that? I’d like some straightforwardness on this.”

He sighed and called for Abeille, asking her for coffee and a breakfast tray. They were delivered onto the bed next to them and Draco took a couple of sips of coffee before answering. “It’s like a game. There are rules, but there’s no winner and no loser. The rules are agreed on before we start. I’ll give you an example, Rule 1: We only have the dynamic in the bedroom. So then we would talk about it and make sure we are both ok with that rule, are you ok with that one?”

She thought about it, “Yeah, I think so. But if I change my mind, then what?”

He grinned, “Then we talk about it again and decide how to modify it.”

“So far it just sounds like a way for open communication about sex.”

He chuckled. “It is that. There’s more to it though. If there’s no winner or loser, and you break the rules, what do you think happens?”

She thought for a moment. “Is there some kind of punishment?”

“There is. Although, I do like giving out punishment just for kicks, and there are ways to do that which don’t hurt the same way, I can show you.”

“What if you break the rules?” She asked.

He looked grave, “My rules are mostly just for not hurting you. If I hurt you, I would feel terrible and we would go back for a little while.”

She frowned, “What do you mean, go back?”

“It’s all about trust. You have to trust me completely. If I go too far, you wouldn’t trust me, would you?” She shook her head. “So I would have to go back and try to regain your trust in me.”

“What kind of punishments are we talking about?”

“Well, that depends on what the infraction is, it might be something as small as denying you sex, or as large as a caning.”

“You mean hitting me with a cane?” She looked shocked.

“Yes, but I would be careful to never, ever go past what you can handle. Believe me, I don’t like punishing for rule breaking as much as you would think. I’m the type that wants you to be satisfied and I know how to do that while allowing myself to be sadistic at the same time.”

She thought that over for a minute. “If we try it and I don’t like it?”

He frowned, “I’m sure that you will, but if you don’t, then I would be saddened, but we could get through it.”

They continued talking about it for a while until Hermione said, “Can I get dressed?”

Draco laughed and stood. “Sorry, I’d forgotten you were naked.”

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They went to the Library to have the rest of their chat after Hermione was dressed. She was trying not to be judgmental yet, she knew that she needed a stronger sexual partner, and Draco seemed to be the one who could give it to her. They talked easily and without arguing about anything. He explained a lot about the community which came with his sexual interests, and by the time they changed topics around mid-day with their lunch, Hermione felt she understood it theoretically.

During Lunch, they started discussing the missing Ron and speculating about where he might be.

“I just don’t understand why he’s acting this way,” Hermione said with a frustrated sigh.

“You mean giving you and Potter the cold shoulder?” Draco asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Yes. He’s done this before, but never outright disappeared.”

“I… don’t understand it either.” Draco said evasively.

“Oh, please. You hate him, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he did anything horrendous.”

Draco laughed, “I do hate him, but it’s difficult for me to understand why he’s acting like this regardless.”

“I wonder what he’s been up to…” Hermione said before they moved on to other topics.

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Harry stepped through the fireplace and called out for Hermione. She came from the Library and they greeted each other, Harry sounding very strange as he said his hello.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked.

“I’ve been worried so much about Ron, I don’t know what to think of what just happened.”

“What? What happened?”

“He’s come back! He’s at the Burrow right now being questioned by his mother.”

“WHAT?” Hermione shouted.

“Don’t be mad yet- He says he’s gotten information from Snake-face.” He watched her face working as she tried to digest what he’d just informed her. “He’s bragging that he went in and tortured him for information, and that Snake-face gave him some. He wants a meeting called so he can file a report.”

“Well call it! He’s lying, and we need to hear what information the Dark Lord is trying to pass off! We have to be prepared!” Draco said from the doorway.

“You don’t think he’s being truthful?” Harry asked, surprised.

“Seriously, Potter? You think your ginger friend waltzed into the Dark Lord’s hideout and got any information from him? And assuming that could possibly happen, you really think he walked right back out and came back? No. The Dark Lord either gave him false information, used Occulmency and found out about all of us, or the ginger is playing some other game and has made a deal. If it’s the first, maybe we can figure why the Dark Lord is using Weasley. If it’s the second, he might show signs of it and we have to move everyone. If it’s the third, give me five minutes alone with the little weasel and I’ll know exactly what he’s playing at.” Draco had been speaking aggressively and pacing in the room while he explained all of his ideas on the matter.

Hermione looked concerned and interjected, “But Ron doesn’t lie.”

Draco and Harry had identical looks of surprise on their faces. Harry spoke for both of them, “Do you really think that?”

She thought for a moment. “I just can’t picture him lying, is all.”

“Well then, let’s assume he is telling the truth, how did he get in and out?” Draco challenged.

Hermione straightened her shirt as she nervously considered her belief in her friend. “I don’t know. Let’s call the meeting and ask him.” She acquiesced.

“Fine, we’ll get everyone here. Veritasium?” Harry asked.

“… I suppose with such a wild story it is necessary.” Hermione said after a pregnant pause.

“How long has he been back, Potter?” Draco asked.

“About twenty minutes.” Harry answered.

“Can we make the meeting in an hour? I’m concerned he had access to the antidote.” Draco explained.

“Yes. Put out the call, Harry and we’ll meet here. Bring Ron back and we will deny him access to liquids until he gets the Veritasium as a precaution. Moody needs to come with Ron, to keep an eye and we need to come up with questions.” Hermione said.

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Ronald Billius Weasley. She stared at him, carefully controlling her expression as he sat before her in the ‘Interview Room’. Moody stood behind Ron, leaning awkwardly against the wall.

Ron had attempted conversation more than once with her, but she merely stared at him and thought. He was willing to talk to her, apparently, but not Harry. No communication had been attempted with Moody, either. He seemed to want to talk to Hermione about something. She wouldn’t let him. She merely stared at him for ten minutes, before standing and leaving the room.

Hermione entered the Dining Room to the tumultuous conversations which were reminiscent of the day Draco had joined. Molly, Arthur and the twins were standing off in one corner silently observing the commotion around them with sad faces.

“-dn’t do anything bad, I-“

“-s not smart enough to think of-”

“-Snape’s opinion?”

“His poor mother’s heart, so it wou-“

“-tel from our double agents?”

She heard only snippets of conversations as she sat at the table. She looked to the head of the table where she had sat when Draco’s entry was being contested. There sat her new Headmistress, who with a nod in acknowledgement to Hermione’s wave, stood to address the room.

“Attention!” The older woman called out in her accented voice. The Order Members quieted down. “I know most of you think the Youngest Mr. Weasley is guilty of some crime, but allow me to remind you that he has not been interviewed yet. We must remember our sense of balance and of fairness in this time of confusion. Let us all remember that he is not on trial here, he’s just to be interviewed. Question suggestions shall be asked for shortly. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, do you want to be present during the interview?”

Mr. Weasley spoke, “Mrs. Weasley does not, but I do, Professor McGonagall.” His voice was grave and trembled slightly toward the end.

“Vote on public or private interview?” She paused a moment to let them think. “Anyone want to speak on either side may have the floor.”

Harry stood as she sat. “I reckon he should be interviewed publically. This is a serious issue and I think we shouldn’t rely on secondhand information about the information he gives.”

Hagrid raised his hand and stepped forward as Harry sat back down, he said, “Doncha thin’ he oughter have at leas’ SOME pr’vacy ‘bout this? He’s bin yer friend for six yers, Harry.”

Harry stood again, “He has been my friend, and that’s why I think he ought to have a public one. No one can spin what he says that way.” He put his hands out, “I’m not saying anyone would on purpose. It’s just the way humans are sometimes.”

Hagrid grunted and put his head down.

McGonagall nodded gravely. “Does anyone else have another opinion before the vote?”

No one stood.

“Public?” A counter appeared above McGonagall’s pointed hat showing two columns one for Public and the other for Private. The votes were counted by the voter raising their wand. Ten wands were raised. “Private? She called. Ten more wands were raised. “It is a tie then. The family did not vote. I think it best to leave this decision with them.” She said authoritatively.

The Weasley’s looked at one another and whispered for a moment. Arthur stood. “We would like for there to be a private one with a Pensive made of the Interview. That seems the most fair… to us.” He finished, again near tears.

Hermione touched Draco’s arm with her fingertips for support. His warm fingers covered hers gently, and their eyes met, both showing concern.

“Misters Kingsley, Arthur Weasley and Malfoy will join Professors Lupin, and Moody as well as myself for the interview.” McGonagall stated flatly. Hermione was about to object when McGonagall said, “And Miss Granger will give us the Pensive of the event. I will now open the floor for any possible questions.”

A/N: So much stuff happened in this chapter! I’m trying to like the conversation about the Dom/sub relationship they had, but it’s hard to like it... Just wanted to make sure you guys knew what is meant by it on a general way before we get more into it! Then there’s the Ron thing! I mean, what is that stupid ginger thinking? Hermione will give her ideas on it in the next chapter!

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