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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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Hermione opened her eyes to the muted sunlight coming through the tent above her. She sat up with a pained groan as the kinks in her back flared from her sleep on the ground. She knew it would come to this… After the interview of Ron, everyone had implemented their escape plans. During his interview, Malfoy had asked him if he had a memory charm performed on him, and Ron had answered in the affirmative. Moody had performed the counter-curse and Ron’s treachery had been revealed. He had revealed all the secret places where the Order Members lived and all of their plans for hiding. All of the Order members were on the run. Even Malfoy, who’s cover had been blown by Ron. Snape was being observed closely by the Death Eaters, but somehow had not been revealed as a double-agent by the red-head.

Ron had been taken to the dungeons of Malfoy Manor and Pivoine was left to tend to his basic needs, under strict orders to not let him loose and to not allow anyone into the Manor no matter what. She had to become a Malfoy Elf once more, but she understood the necessity. In order for her to have control of the Wards, she had to become one of their slaves and be given the power by the Head of the House or his Heir.

The past four weeks had been lived out of tents. Meetings were held with magic mirrors in the moonlight. Hermione was alone this morning for the first time since the decision was made. Malfoy had gone with Harry on a Horcrux hunt- as they liked to call them- and wouldn’t be back until the following afternoon at the earliest.

Hermione, Malfoy, and Harry had been travelling the countryside together, trying to escape detection by the Death Eaters who searched for them. The decision had been made to follow through with the original plan of moving Harry, but knowing there was an ambush planned made it easier to prepare for. They would fight. It would be the first real battle of the coming war. Stop thinking about it, Granger. Malfoy’s voice was in her head again. He was a permanent fixture in her mind now, although they had little time alone since… The Ron incident. She looked toward his section of the tent and tried not to think about Draco’s absence.

Hermione got out of her bag, grabbed her wand, and stepped outside for a trip to the loo. Through her depressed and exhausted mental haze, she suddenly realized how silent it was in the wood where she had camped for the night. She froze and listened carefully. There were uneven footfalls coming from her right. She looked for their owner and could see nothing but misty foliage surrounding her. Her body was rigid from anxiety as she clenched her wand tightly, waiting for the noisemaker to come into view.

She saw a moving brown speck between branches and lifted her wand in preparation. She cursed her situation. She couldn’t have protected herself because of the traces of magic which would have broadcast her location to every Wizard in a fifty kilometer radius. The sound came a step closer and she saw a brief glimpse of red from the owner of the footsteps. Blood? She thought. She listened closer to the steps coming toward her and realized it was two sets, close together. Her heart leapt into her throat in hope it might be Harry and Draco returning and worry set in from the possibility of blood on either of them.

A familiar sounding whisper broke the silence, “Hermione?” Came from just behind the foliage.

“Password?” She asked the voice.

“Hundredfold,” cane the whispered response, and her body relaxed. “I need help.”

She jumped forward and pulled back the screen of leaves to reveal Lupin half carrying Draco. She gasped and helped Lupin to carry the half-conscious and bleeding Draco into the clearing. They lay him down on the grass and Hermione quickly took in the situation. Lupin collapsed on the grass next to Draco.

“Injuries?” She asked Lupin.

“Near full moon,” He replied, his voice strained.

She turned her attention fully to Draco and tore open his shirt to reveal his injured stomach. “Accio Beaded Bag!” She called, and pulled out her potion set. “What happened Draco?” She whispered to his partially aware face.

“Potter… Missed his mark…” He wheezed as she poured a potion on his wound. The wound knitted itself and the bleeding stopped. Draco’s ever-pale face was ghostlike in the misty morning light. She lifted his head into her lap to pour a blood-replenishing potion down his throat. He swallowed and told her, “He’s fine, don’t worry. With Molly. Small battle, Greyback…” He grimaced in pain, “Is injured badly.” He gave her a pained grin, “And I’m fine. Just a few minutes looking into your face will restore any man, even from near death.”

She snorted, “I should hope to see you injured more often then. This prose is nice.” She kissed his forehead.

He winked at her and sat up. She turned to Lupin and handed him his Wolfsbane potion without getting up. He nodded his thanks to her and drank it down.

“Anything from the statue?” Hermione asked Draco, quietly. The statue from Dumbledore’s office had begun speaking to Draco in his dreams, informing him of some things the Death Eaters were doing. He had told her he thought it was the actual dragon from the story sometimes, and others he worried that the information could be coming from Voldemort as a ruse. Hermione leaned toward it being some kind of charm which Dumbledore had invented during the first war. It was Dumbledore’s style to have as many spies as he could get. She decided she needed to talk to Draco about that theory when they were alone.

“Just the same message for the past few days: Stay secret. Keep hidden. Your light will come unbidden.” He said with a distant look on his face. So far there had been no information that was really necessary for the Order to know about. Harry knew, but only because one of the dreams had led their hunt for the fourth Horcrux’s true location. They had been recording them in a journal, but otherwise kept them to themselves.

This message was so different from any of the ones which had come before. This one seemed to be in verse, like a prophesy, but the one’s before had been short sentences about where to avoid Death Eaters who would come looking for them. There was no rhyme to them until this repeated message.

She nodded and turned to Lupin. “Better?” She asked, noting his pallor.

“Not quite. Tonight is the full moon, and I cannot fight the change this time. I’ll stay up the hill and hunt tonight.”

Hermione nodded. She left them long enough to finally relieve herself and came back to Draco getting a fire going. He had set water over it to boil. She raised her eyebrows and he gestured at his blood covered chest. She nodded again and went back into the tent. The silence of the forest made it hard for anyone to think of anything to say.

The day passed with little activity. Lupin spent most of the day alternating between sitting on a rock on the side of the campsite and pacing frantically. Hermione continued her research into Horcruxes and Draco sat moodily staring at the ruins of his shirt.

In the middle of the afternoon, Lupin shot up and raised his head as though sniffing the air. His eyes were narrowed and he looked incredibly tense. Hermione stayed apprehensive over her book, watching him. Draco silently moved into a crouch, ready to spring with his wand in his hand.

Lupin suddenly relaxed his shoulders and walked to one side of the site, gesturing to Hermione and Draco to relax as well. He moved aside a branch after receiving the password to reveal Snape. “Well, Snivelly, you look like you have news,” Lupin said with a tense smile.

Snape’s dower expression did not change. “I do. I’ve only a moment. Next week, there will be many more Death Eaters than expected previously. Greyback is out for the blood of my Godson. And Granger,” He drawled her name with a bland expression, “Is all but forgotten about, as usual.” She was pleased. “I must go. Keep hidden,” He warned.

Draco and Hermione shared a look of surprise at his unusual warning. Hermione asked Draco with her face if he had told his godfather about the Dragon statue. Draco shook his head. She frowned, trying to figure out what Snape’s comment meant.

Lupin told them, “I’m going up the way. The sun will be setting soon.”

They told him goodbye and went inside the tent. It had been so long since they had any real time together, they made the most of it. They ate a simple meal and Draco moved closer to her in the lantern light once they were done. His gaze intense, he leaned in and kissed her alternating between hard passionate kisses and feather light ones, Draco teased her relentlessly, as though to make up for lost time.

Finally, she had begged him to stop, they needed sleep. He’d pouted comically and left the tent to change into his sleep clothes and told her to do the same while he was out.

His reaction to her manor of dress was a quick once over and a frown. “You’ll be the death of me, soon enough, Witch.” He muttered before sitting in his bag.

She grinned at his comment, allowing herself some pride in her appearance. It was a rare thing for her to feel like she was attractive, but when Draco looked at her like that, it always made her feel worthy of his affections.

They lay across from each other, and whispered about the statue again, “You think it’s a charm from Dumbledore?” He asked when she told him her theory.

“Yes, all he would need to do is find someone- Like Snape- to bewitch an object which is always with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, and the information can be passed to the owner. I came across it in…”

He interrupted, “But wouldn’t it only work for Dumbledore?”

“If he made it so it would work for the owner, then not exclusively, I bought it and gave it to you as a gift, it’s yours now...” She answered, and then yawned.

“Go to sleep, Granger.” He told her affectionately.

She smiled and closed her eyes as he turned out the lantern.

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Thunder echoed in the hills, Hermione woke in the middle of the night in its wake. She heard the distant howl of Professor Lupin and shivered. Draco’s snores had stopped, and she whispered his name. “Can I come lay with you?” She requested.

He made an affirmative noise and she crawled into his bag, pressing her back into his side.

He turned toward her and sighed in satisfaction. Her shorts left her legs bare to his silk pants, and she relished in the feeling of his bare chest against her camisole clad back. His breath tickled her shoulder as he snuggled closer to her. He was hard against her bottom, and she wiggled against him, smiling to herself in the dark. He growled at her and thrust against her slightly. Her body wanted him.

A flash of lightning followed closely by thunder made her jump, and he wrapped his long arms tightly around her. “You’re safe with me, love.” He whispered against her neck. She shivered at the whiskers of his chin brushing against her.

She lifted his arm and turned to face him. She kissed him lightly and told him, “I know.”

He grabbed her and hoisted her to straddle him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her and enjoyed the want radiating from the contact. She leaned down and kissed him again. She snaked her tongue out to his hot mouth and he growled again, grabbing her hips tightly. She caressed his bare chest, tracing the scars lightly while they kissed and she could feel him shaking below her.

She allowed him to roll them over, laughing as they got tangled in the sleeping bag. He left her to unzip it and give them more freedom. At the end of the zip, a flash of lightning lit up the tent long enough for her to see the predatory look on his face as he turned toward her again. He was near her feet, looking up her body. The intensity of his face made her want him even more. This is it, She marveled, I’m finally going to sleep with Draco.

She felt his large hands on her calves, gently stroking and moving upwards. Her breath caught in her throat. His lips lazily followed his hands up her bare legs and she moaned. He surprised her by not opening her legs, but rather straddling her as he got to her shorts. His hands gripped her hips and he nuzzled against her sex before moving to her stomach. He did not move her clothing and she desperately wanted him to.

His hands teased the undersides of her breasts and she arched to the contact, her nipples almost throbbing in need. He kissed her again, his hands lifting her shirt to expose her stomach to the warm air.

She desperately wanted to wrap her legs around him and relieve the ache in her core, even a little, but his thighs trapped her hips so she could barely move them.

He kissed along her jaw and whispered into her ear, “Do you want to continue?”

“Please,” She whimpered in response.

Thunder echoed again in the hills. He lowered the straps of her shirt and pulled the fabric down to expose her breasts. He gently traced their shape with his fingertips, not touching the sensitive and pebbled tips. She arched again to his touch, moaning in frustration. She was about to touch herself when the heat from his breath drifted against her nipples.

She arched her back, trying to get him to touch her more, and he finally complied. His tongue stroked against her and she cried out. He’d barely touched her and she felt like she was about to orgasm.

He latched onto one of her nipples with his mouth and stroked the other with his callused hands. Somehow he managed to slip one of his legs between hers and she gripped his hips with her legs, using the leverage from his strong body to lift herself up to press against him. He growled against her and pressed her back against the ground. He moved himself against her, miming what was to come, and she could feel her own excitement all over her panties.

He tore himself away from her chest and grabbed her ankles from behind him. He held them so that she had no leverage to push against him, and said, “Hermione. I need to know if this is what you want. This is the last time I will ask you.”

She covered her chest with her arms and thought about it for a moment, “Yes, this is what I want.”

His response was to rip her shorts and panties from her with a growl and he slid down her body, kissing as he went, until his face was against her damp lips. She gasped as he expertly stroked her with his fingers, spreading her wetness to her aching clit. Her heart seemed like it would explode as soon as she felt the first stroke of his tongue.

He very softly circled her throbbing nub, and then sucked on it as his fingers entered her tight passage. He stroked against her clit with his tongue in time with his fingers entering her, and her body began clenching against him. He brought her to completion so quickly that Hermione nearly screamed. She could feel her body milking his fingers and he did not stop immediately. His tongue continued at the same pace while his fingers slowed. Suddenly she felt herself orgasm again, and she bit her lip to stop the screams.

He raised himself above her, lowering his pants as she recovered. She was still panting when she opened her eyes. She could see him briefly in a flash of lightning, his face ravenous, and he stroked himself gently.

She felt her body respond again, although he was barely touching her. He leaned over her and kissed her, passing her own flavor on his lips. She licked and sucked his lips in a moment of wild passion just before he pressed against her.

The tip of him pressed against her opening and she tried to stop herself from moving her hips roughly upwards. He rubbed his tip across her aching heat and slowly pressed into her. She was astonished at his size. He stretched her out and she worried about pain which might come tomorrow briefly before thought became impossible.

He was about halfway in when he pulled out slightly and thrust back further in with a grunt. She fell over the precipice again, not even knowing she’d been on the edge of it. As she came, he worked himself in further, thrusting slightly harder as he got further.

She felt so deliciously full as he paused all the way inside her. She lifted her arm to stroke his neck, and he roughly shoved it down above her head. Her other arm joined it, and he growled to her, “Keep your hands there or you will be spanked.” She felt herself tighten slightly at his tone, for whatever reason, that command had excited her further. He slapped her butt lightly and told her, “Say ‘Yes, sir’, or ‘Yes, Mr. Malfoy’, Granger.”

Her body responded stronger to that, “Yes, sir,” She whispered breathlessly.

He began to thrust into her languidly and told her, “Good girl,” In a satisfied tone. She was astonished that just that two word sentence caused her to go into the longest and most intense orgasm of her life. She felt her body spasming but her mind was lost in a sea of colors and pleasure such that she had never experienced in her life.

She came back to reality a few minutes later, and Draco pressed a kiss onto her lips, “Welcome back,” He whispered, sounding like he was smirking.

She felt as though she might burst into tears in gratitude for the orgasm he had just given her. Before she could say anything foolish, he told her, “Get on your knees, Granger.”

He pulled back and she did as he said. He pushed her forward so her ass was in the air and her shoulders were nearly even with her face. Then she felt his tongue against her clit again, the position making it so she couldn’t really move against him. She moaned. He pulled back and whispered, “Play with your tits.”

She moved her hands onto her breasts and shivered when his cock pressed against her. “You want this again?” He asked in a teasing voice. He pressed against her but was not entering.

“Yes,” She moaned.

He slapped her ass, harder than he had before. “What did I tell you?” His voice was steel again.

Her body throbbed with need. The slap hadn’t hurt that much, in fact it seemed like it made her want blossom into outright need for what was pressing against her. “Yes, sir, I want it, please.” She moaned, still playing with her breasts.

She heard him growl and then he was suddenly thrusting into her much harder than he had been. She lowered her hands from her body and tried to steady herself from his powerful thrusts. She quaked when he slapped her ass again, even harder, but still not really painful as exciting. He had a commanding tone and told her, “Don’t you dare stop playing with those sweet tits of yours Granger.”

Her voice was shaking as she raised her hands again to her hard nipples, “I won’t Mr. Malfoy.”

He growled ferociously with that and thrust even harder against her, “I like it when you call me Mr. Malfoy, Granger. It’s making me want to cum all over you. Or maybe in that pretty little mouth of yours. How about it, Granger? Want to fill your mouth with cum?”

His vulgar speech made her clench around him again, and she couldn’t answer at first. He slapped her once again, and growled, “I asked you a question, Granger.”

“Yes, Mr. Malfoy, I’d love that,” She didn’t even remember exactly what he’d said. She was so lost in sensations she couldn’t think straight, but she knew he wouldn’t do anything bad or that would hurt her.

Again, at the ‘Mr. Malfoy’ he thrust harder into her. “Fuck, Granger, I’m gonna cum. Get your mouth on this right now.” He pulled out and he pulled her around to be where he wanted her. He was to her right and her body was on display for him.

She took half a second to admire the glistening skin in the lightning before he nudged against her lips and she opened them. She sucked him into her mouth and heard his groan above her. “Play with your pussy, Granger.” She started to do as commanded and he started tweaking her nipple while she sucked.

She was making muffled moans around him as she played with her clit, nearing her orgasm as she tried to imagine what this looked like. She imagined herself lying on her back with her head turned to the side and greedily sucking the hardness of her former enemy as deep as she could while she played with herself and he massaged her breasts. She heard him groan again and suddenly her mouth was filled with his salty cum. “Swallow it, Granger, and cum for me.”

She swallowed and he lowered himself to suck on her nipples. It only took her a minute before she came. She started to come down from her high as Draco lay next to her and held her. “That was… That….” She couldn’t find the words to explain what she had just gone through. She sighed and kissed him instead of trying to.

She could feel his smirk against her mouth. He raised his head to lean on his hand and looked down at her. “Merlin, Granger, hearing you call me Mr. Malfoy…” He whistled, “I think I might get turned on at meetings now.”

She giggled.

“Do you need any water? I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asked.

“Water might be nice. No I’m fine. It…” She blushed, remembering her reactions to his ‘Dominance’. “It didn’t hurt.”

He poured her water from the jug near their feet and handed it to her. “Well, what did you think?” He asked laying back down with his head on his hand again.

She took a sip, thinking. “I liked it. It wasn’t like I expected.”

He chuckled, “Nor I. That was the most vanilla I’ve had in a long time.”

“Vanilla?” she asked, confused.

“It’s a shorthand way to say it was like normal sex. You know, vanilla ice cream- nothing added to it, it’s just plain.”

For some reason this upset her. “What do you mean? Are you saying it wasn’t good for you?”

He stroked her hair, “No, Hermione. That’s not at all what I meant. I mean that I haven’t had sex with someone I love before.”

She was in the process of taking a sip as he said that and nearly choked. “You what?”

He took her face in his hand and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb, “I love you. I was going to tell you in the morning, but my plans never work out when you’re involved.” His voice was gentle. “And I didn’t want to introduce the hard stuff until you’re ready.”

The tin cup flew from her hand and she wrapped her arms around his neck fiercely. He chuckled against her. She kissed him again and again, tears leaking from her eyes.

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The morning came sooner than either of them wanted. The light woke them, still cuddled together on the opened sleeping bag. As Draco stretched his hands over his head while still lying next to her, she glanced down his body to his jutting erection. Her eyes widened To think that fit inside of me, She thought to herself.

She stood and haphazardly threw on clothes for the day trying her best to ignore Draco’s intense stare. She sat on the floor while pulling on shoes and finally asked him, “What?”

“In a hurry to leave, Granger?” He drawled. He was guarding his expression, but his forehead was creased slightly. She recognized he probably thought she was leaving and was upset by it.

“I have to use the restroom Malfoy.” She answered, sounding a bit annoyed even to herself.

His brow relaxed. She leaned down and kissed his lips before wandering outside. “Better get dressed, Malfoy.” She called once the tent flap closed behind her.

He threw open the tent opening a moment later, wearing just his pants as she was used to in the mornings to find the same scene she had. Lupin was lying naked on the rock which he had occupied for most of the previous day. He was covered in blood, although whether it was his or not was hard to determine.

They looked at each other, both astonished. Draco turned back to the tent and grabbed a spare blanket from her beaded bag and a pair of his sleep pants which were clean. He covered the sleeping man and set the pants next to his head. He gestured to Hermione for her to go use the bathroom and he began preparations to start a fire before she turned.

When she returned, Draco was just setting water on the fire to warm, and he glanced up at her. She marveled again at his handsome features. He stood and she remembered how his perfectly muscled body had felt under her. How his strong arms had… She blushed. She watched him walk over to her and he wrapped an arm affectionately around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her heart started to race as she looked into those fascinating eyes. They darkened as she looked up at him, and his face looked predatory again.

“If it weren’t for him,” He nodded his head over to the sleeping man, “You wouldn’t be able to walk after I was done with you.” He told her in a low voice.

She smirked- knowing it was an expression she had gained from him. “If it weren’t for him, you would have never had the chance.”

Draco chuckled and kissed her forehead. “I know,” He answered.

There was a cry from behind him and they both turned to look at the now awake werewolf who was looking at himself in disgust.

“Any of that yours, Wolf?” Draco asked with a lopsided grin.

Lupin jumped at the sound of Draco’s voice and looked at them with guilt. “I think not. Especially given how full I am.”

Hermione made a disgusted face.

Draco’s grin widened, “Couldn’t have brought us any steaks then?”

“Ugh,” Hermione added wisely.

Lupin frowned at the blonde. “You know that I couldn’t. Let me get some pants on,” He picked up the pair Draco had left sitting on the rock next to him.

Draco answered, “Have a wash first, Professor. Water should be warm.”

The pair turned away from him and went back into the tent to afford him some privacy.

Hermione looked at Draco with wide eyes as he pulled her to him again. “Fancy a quick one, Granger?” He asked quietly with a grin.

She giggled softly, “Not after that.” She stepped out of his embrace and added, “Mr. Malfoy,” And batted her eyes innocently at him.

He growled and grabbed her arm to pull her back against the solid wall of his chest. He bent his head and teased her neck while pressing her hips into his. “Be careful how you use that, Granger. I might be inclined to punish you if you use it too much without satisfying me,” He growled into her ear.

She felt her heart racing again, her body was incredibly interested in what he was doing to her. She pushed her hips harder into his and grasped the back of his neck to hold herself closer to him.

A splash came from outside and a muttered curse was heard from the Professor. She released him with a sigh. “Better get dressed, Draco. We’ve company, don’t forget.”

He frowned. “Alright, but remind me when it’s just us to tell you about the dragon dream I had last night.”

“Another? Was it different this time?”

He nodded. “And what you just said was part of it.” Lupin called out for them from outside. “But I’ll have to tell you later.” He stepped back from her and looked down at the bulge in the front of his pants. “See what you’ve done? I’ll have to spank you for this.” He told her gravely.

She licked her lips and whispered, “I’ll look forward to it,” In a way she hoped was seductively. Then she told him in her businesslike tone, “Go on and get dressed.” She turned and walked back out of the tent.

A/N: My, my, is it hot in here, or is it just me? Gosh, that was a lot of fun to write. I know some of you are thinking, ‘But Hermione is a prude, right?’ Well, I’m thinking of it like Hermione is reserved when it comes to talking about sex unless it’s with the person who she is having sex with. I think most of us ladies are like that. By the way, Draco’s gonna give his insights coming up.

I don’t know how much sex I should be putting in here. Was it too graphic? Should I give you guys more? I won’t know if you don’t tell me! Also, I can put up a chapter about the interview of Ron if anyone wants more information, but I didn’t feel it necessary because all of the relevant information could be summed up as it was in this chapter. Plus, I was having writer’s block for the first time in this story!

So Rate me! Reviews are always welcome! When I get stuck I sit around and go through them again and my imagination gets traction again! Help me out!

Thanks to margiere for another amazing review! It was a great pick-me-up after a stressful day!
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