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The Inner Peace	By : Katay Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Sorry for the
long wait! The medication I�m on kicked me in the rear this weekend and decided
to act up! Also, there are a lot of flashbacks here, so I decided not to
actually hl them, just be aware of the time hopping! Anyways, here is the next
chappie so read and review to let me know what you think!

Chapter 11:

Hermione sat with the sun in her face; her
long, black hair whipping around her in the wind and her eyes closed against
the warmth of the sun. It had been two years to the day since she had stood in
the mouth of the cave, watching the sunrise over the plains and hills below her.
She let the wind shift across her body, feeling it caress and massage her
well-trained muscles. Memory fragments of the last two years washed over her
mind and she drifted into a peaceful stage.

She saw from an outside perspective her
first encounter with the ninjas. It had been the dead of night and she was told
to be waiting just outside the boathouse, in the middle of Ueno Park, Tokyo. She knew she would
be watched the entire time, so she made an extra effort to blend in.

She braided her hair and then wove it into a
tight bun at the nape of her neck. She wore a soft silken charcoal black tunic
and pants suit; the charcoal color ensured that light wouldn�t reflect off of
the noiseless material. She wore soft, black slippers on her feet, similar in style
to ballet flats, but with additional coverage over the top of her foot. A thin
dark cloak went over the outfit and along with the hood, shrouded her in a
basic shadow. She placed cushioning charms on her feet, along with
disillusionment and silencing charm on herself. She wore her black, leather
collar around her neck as usual with her miniscule wand and bag attached.

She went into the park about a half hour
early and quietly cased the best way to approach the boathouse. It was centered
in the middle of the lake and opened on all sides. One walkway cut through the
middle enabling the public to get to the boats from either side. She knew that
it was ideal not to go on the walkway, so the ninjas would be watching the
string of boats that led to it as well for anyone who attempted to use those as
stepping stones.

Hermione sensed a few ninjas who were hiding
in the boats, as well as in the trees that lined the pathway. There was even
one in the bush in front of her. She wasn�t sure if he had noticed her yet, but
decided that walking to the house would be implausible.

If
only Ron were here, he was the strategist. She sighed. I never thought I�d
think this but � think like Ron, think like Ron. Oh! Fly in! Of
course. She slipped
out of the park to where she knew a bat�s colony was and transformed into her
phoenix form. She thanked Merlin for her black feathers and flew up to where
the bats were. She concentrated and made mental contact with one, asking if
there were other bats that lived in the upper story of the boathouse. Images
flooded into her brain of nightly flights from the present location to another
within the crown of the boathouse. She grinned, well as close to a grin as a
phoenix could get. Their timing would suit hers perfectly. As the group readied
for flight, she concentrated on dulling her feathers and shrinking her form
slightly. It wouldn�t do to be twice the size of a bat. The group took off,
some splitting off to go hunt while the others went towards the center of the
lake.

As she passed over the trees, she noticed
the ninjas in the trees looking down closely at the pathway and boats. She had
been right that they would know the bats schedule and expect her to take
advantage of the noise. She spotted the one she was to meet standing in the
shadows of the door and knew that a surprise from the side behind him would be
her safest bet. She saw another close to him, guarding his back and figured
that if she slipped from the roof at the right time, she wouldn�t get a knife
in her back.

After landing, she timed herself with the
guards and transformed inside, praying the bats wouldn�t react. She slipped out
the window and slid silently down the roof. She dropped down soundlessly from
the roof and slipped up behind the ninja, placed her token on his shoulder and
waited. She showed no surprise, but she spotted the miniscule shudder of his
robes when she placed the token that assured her she had done well.

�And where is the tracker?�

She called her hawk to her with a hand
gesture, took the device off its talons and handed it to him.

He turned, his face shrouded similarly to
hers. His voice betrayed no emotion, �Well done, but you did stay in that bush
a little longer than you necessary, even if you knew how to rid yourself of the
tracker. Yet I�m curious, how did you get on the roof?�

She smirked, �The bats of course.� She could
tell he had raised an eyebrow over her obvious evasion, but accepted it. He
motioned with a finger and they all quietly slipped away to headquarters.

The majority of ninjas that were present in
the conclave accepted her. She was not the only female or non-Asian, but she
was definitely in the minority. At the beginning it had been much like
Hogwarts; she was judged based on her heritage and not her goals, but as the
months passed, she became known for her hard work and steady training. Most
seemed to know and understand that she was not there to become a full ninja or
to eventually work as one. Her day was composed of training and lessons, her
night, missions.

It was a hard way of life for two years, but
she knew it had paid off. She could go up to three or four days with no sleep
and could fully function on the minimum of nutrition. Her mind was drilled to
the point of photographic and her senses trained to a
sharpness beyond even her earlier advantage of being an animagus and ability to sense auras. She had learned how to
analyze situations in the blink of an eye and how to become invisible without a
cloak or spell, ever so much more effective if a full Finite is ever cast on a
room one might try to sneak into. Her control over her magic and emotions was
honed to a point of mere mental control.

It had been a long two years too, she
reflected. There had not been much contact with people outside of her teachers,
leaders, and partners. She had a new partner about every month and so even then
she never let herself get too close, death was far too familiar to her for
that. The switching of partners supposedly increased their ability to adapt as
well as to demonstrate how to enable someone to trust you without revealing too
much. Hermione found that she worked better alone, even if she did well with a
partner.

She reflected on the one mission that truly
put that into relief, the one mission that had almost failed, all due to her.
Her partner Min, a young Chinese woman, and she had been sent to spy and do
reconnaissance upon a meeting between the Emperor and a well known warrior.
They had not been told the warrior�s name, but Hermione was sure that if they
had, things certainly would have worked out differently.

Min and she had taken their previously
scouted places and waited for the negotiators to arrive. The Emperor had come
first, his guards lining the courtyard and making routine checks around the
premises. The two had counted on that and were well hidden. The one thing she
had not counted on, however, was Draco Malfoy walking through the entrance into
the courtyard. The minute he had appeared, her senses and magic were on high
alert and she could tell by his sudden stiffness that he knew she was there.
She cursed in her mind and knew he wouldn�t stay quiet about it. She had a good
idea what the meeting was about considering a letter her mother had sent her a
few days before. Malfoy too had dropped a clue in his own letter.

V �

I
actually never understood the full hatred of Mudbloods
until I met you. I was told they were vile, stupid and not worth my time. You,
however, were the brightest witch of our age, pretty and had two well-known
best friends. You didn�t act vile or stupid and you certainly didn�t realize
that you were beneath me. You treated me like every other person in Hogwarts,
unless I was insulting you of course, then you assaulted me. To me, you had no
understanding of our culture and even once I�d explained the hierarchy, you
didn�t care. I was a little bit in shock over the blatant disregard for what I
thought was set in stone. The ability to step back from a situation is
something I�ve developed over the past years, as you can see, and that's what I
have come up with.

On
another note, I received a note from Father yesterday. It seems that the Dark
Lord is going to be amassing his forces soon.

I
hope this letter finds you well.

- D

The letter had been short, like his others,
but his line about Voldemort spoke volumes. He was clearly going to be
recruiting. Hermione knew she had to something or else both she and Mina would
be compromised. She reached out to his mind and felt him block her reflexively,
before letting the walls down slightly. She thought, The Dark Lord is a suspicious one, isn�t he? Shall I let you do the
honors? She knew he would grasp her inference that the Dark Lord didn�t
fully trust him to do the mission properly and that he also wouldn�t tell about
her being there due to his pride.

He thought back, Obviously, since clearly I�m the more persuasive of the two.

She pulled back and grinned to herself. Oh he�s pissed! Perfect. And now he won�t
try to hide things because he thinks I�m here for �Our Lord.�

The meeting went on for about six hours and
she and Mina collected all they could. The problem had been afterwards. Draco
had stayed after to see her. She motioned to Mina to leave and that she would
explain later. Mina shot her a glare and Hermione knew that she would be in hot
water when she got back to the conclave.

Hermione stepped out of the shadows and
joined Draco in the courtyard. Their eyes never left each other and the moment
they had clasped hands, he apparated to his room in a nearby hotel.

She pretended to take in her surroundings
for a few moments and murmured, �A muggle hotel, oh
Mighty Malfoy?� She raised her eyebrows at him.

�It had the larger bed.�

She threw her head back and laughed. She
decided to make her move before he could question her. �Shall we make use of it
then?�

He prowled up to her and growled, �I thought
you�d never ask.�

She grabbed the back of his head and pulled
it down towards her. Their mouths clashed furiously and both knew they wouldn�t
last long. Months of trading letters and getting to know each other had them
craving one another�s company. They also knew that if they took it slow, they
would never be able to part, and neither was ready for that realization quite
yet.

They clung to each other, tongues thrusting
and hands groping attempting to get closer than was possible. Hermione divested
them of their clothing with a quick swipe of her hand, leaving only her collar
on while Draco was completely nude.

He could almost imagine that the woman
standing in front of him in nothing but a leather collar was his and his alone
to play with. A truly Dark witch with breasts heaving, lips swollen from their
earlier kisses, thighs wet and body flushed in arousal. He could imagine in his
head how he would dominate her in every sense of the word and how in time he
would perhaps let her dominate himself, on his orders of course. He growled,
picked her up and threw her onto the bed, her legs spread wide and her arms
splayed out to the side.

She could see him through a haze of arousal,
his hooded eyes, powerful, muscular body shuddering in an attempt to keep
control and his own arousal weeping from the tip. All she wanted to do was
crawl over to him and lick it away, to taste and see if it was salty or sweet.
But she also loved the feeling of him taking control, allowing her for once to
let go and be told what to do instead of doing the telling.

He crawled up the bed towards her and came
up between her legs. He bent his head and licked his way down her thighs,
teasing at the very crooks of her legs and then lapping at her lower lips. She could feel herself getting wetter and
when he thrust his tongue into her cunt and flicked her clit at the same time,
she moaned as she climaxed. It wasn�t a huge, end-all orgasm but it took the
edge off.

He suckled on her swollen lips and cleaned
her of her arousal, but kept rubbing her clit, keeping her at that shaking
edge. He rose up her body, licking his way across her stomach, nipping at
various points to make her squirm. He tweaked her nipples with his free hand
and she whimpered at the painful pleasure it brought her. She was moaning and
writhing on the bed; her thigh rubbed against his own arousal and he let out a
low groan. She let her hand drift down to his weeping cock and began to pump it
furiously. She was beginning to be lost in the mist of sensual overload and he
licked up to the underside of her breast. His tongue then laved around both
nipples and he rubbed her clit a bit harder. Her own hand on his cock had
become more erratic and she had, Thank
Merlin!, shifted it to playing with his balls. Just as he felt her hit the
edge, he enveloped one nipple fully into his mouth and sucked tightly, just as
he rubbed the other with his hand. She groaned loudly and came a second time.

He rose up quickly and entered her, seating
his cock in the wet, convulsing heat. Her inner muscles clamped around him as
she rode out her orgasm and he put up a fight to maintain control. She could
feel his full, pulsating length deep within her and arched at the feeling of
completeness that she felt.

He pulled her knees up over his shoulders,
braced his arms against the headboard and began thrusting furiously as she came
down from her high. She was moaning and
whimpering at the new sensory onslaught along with the new angle at which he
was pumping into her. Every thrust pushed him against her full lower body,
easing the ache she felt and his cock hit that sweet spot every time.

When he looked down at her, he could see his
cock glistening with her come and he inner muscles clamping him tightly. Her
breasts bounced with each thrust of his and arch of hers, while her head was
thrown back against the pillows, eyes wide and nails digging into his back and
bum as he hammered into her. She was groaning and hissing like a wildcat
meeting him thrust for thrust and he thanked Merlin for his height, otherwise
she would have been knocked unconscious from hitting her head on the headboard
continuously.

He grunted as he felt his own release rise
up and bent down to catch her lips in a frenzied kiss. She howled at the new
friction as he bent down and she was then cut off by his lips. As he thrust his
tongue into her mouth in time with his cock, she came furiously, her muscles
contracting around him like a vice and he let himself go, feeling his seed
flood into her. As she came down from her cloud and felt him pulsing into her,
she saw his face, the pure ecstasy that he showed in this one, unguarded
moment, and blacked out. He too passed out from the vigorous activity and fell
to her side, their limbs entwined and sweaty.

She awoke about an hour later feeling relaxed
but sticky. She waved her hand and cleaned them both. She watched the peaceful
face of Draco ... Draco?! He is Malfoy,
and must stay that way for you to retain any sanity at all throughout this.
Don�t lose sight of yourself missy. She sighed. She silently climbed out of
bed, redressed, wrote him a quick note and slipped out the door.

Draco would wake later to a cold bed and a
note beside him.

D �

I�m
not going to be able to stay away again, so I felt I should leave while I
could. I think perhaps it would be best not to contact
me unless you must. I do not want to anger Our Lord. Good bye Malfoy and I
shall see you.

- V

He crumpled the letter angrily. That whore. He didn�t like her inference
about the Dark Lord wanting her for his own, even though there was truth to it.
He especially hated that she didn�t have the guts to say it to his face. He had
melted towards her and let her see a side of his cold soul that no one else had
ever glimpsed. He growled at his own stupidity and mentally hardened himself once
again.

Hermione sat back in Ueno Park,
breathing deeply to calm herself. As she had watched him sleep, she knew that
she would never be able to fight him properly in the coming battles. So she
knew what she had to do, make a way to hate him.

But for her to hate him, he had to hate her.
I don�t know why that makes sense, but its what I know I have to do. That note will serve two
purposes; one, make him hate me for putting the Dark Lord before him, and two,
make him doubt the Dark Lord. It may be the only way of getting him to even
contemplate other options.

When she had finally gotten back to the
conclave, there had been no less than twenty leaders waiting for her. Damn, I�m not in the mood for this, were
her immediate thoughts. She had been questioned for over two hours about her
involvement with him and her participation in the war in Britain. They ended the ordeal by
praising her for her quick thinking and strategy. She had gone to sleep
thinking, Bloody ninjas. Constantly perverse, snorting at
that oxymoron even as she went to sleep.

As she came back to herself at the cave
mouth, she glanced at the sun, now high in the sky, and sighed. She would have
to go home that evening. She wasn�t looking forward to it either.

She had left England, the Order, and her family
for five years, and now she would have to go back and face everything she had
run from. Oh joy.

She wondered what Harry and Ginny�s child
looked like now and if they were married and content. Despite everything,
Hermione hoped that Harry had some peace in his life; something she hadn�t been
able to give. She wondered how the twins were faring and if Remus
and Tonks were married. She wondered if her parents
had gotten any less gaunt or if they were still slightly unhinged. She wondered
how she and Draco would react around each other.

But mostly, she wondered if she could play
the game she was about to start, or if she would lose herself in the end. Even
at this point, on the verge of war, she had lost who she was. She was no longer
Hermione Granger, but nor was she Veri Lestrange. She had been forced to change
her life and dreams to acclimate a madman. She wasn�t an innocent eleven year
old anymore, or a know-it-all nineteen year old. She was twenty four and felt
like one hundred and four. She had decided to go with two nicknames, �V� and
�Mi� both sounding the same and easy to say. She felt that one name was all she
needed to define herself for now. The decisions could come after the war. For
now she had to keep her balance and walk to tight rope. The tight rope she
would climb up to that evening. God I
hope they have alcohol.

A/N: If you�re lucky
I�ll get another chapter up tonight! At any rate, review and let me know what
you think!!!! I love hearing ideas of where you think its going!
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