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Black Widow	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 35493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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It's only fair to warn you, there is some very mild M/M in this chapter. No sex, just... an experience. ;) You've been warned.

“You said I would have to pay a price, not that I wouldn’t have a choice.”
Draco repeated the last sentence Hermione had said to him over six months ago to his mother. As always, she smiled vaguely at him and patted him on the cheek. If she could speak, he imagined that would be a ‘that’s nice dear.’ He never thought he’d seek solace in his parents’ permanent room at St. Mungos. Nor did he plan on pouring his heart out to them, but there really wasn’t anyone else to talk to. Well… anyone who wouldn’t tell him to just wait it out.
“I wonder if you’re still in there,” Draco said softly, staring into his mother’s eyes. “She still was. But nothing I tried on her would work on you two.”
“Have you tried it?”
Draco spun around to see Potter leaning up against the door. Of course it was Potter. The wanker was the only person besides Severus that could crack his wards. He turned back around and looked at his father, who was sitting stiffly and staring off into space.
“I’m not about to fuck my parents, Potter.”
“Have them fuck each other.”
He snorted. “Tried it. Stripped them naked, which is not something I ever want to remember, and cast a lust spell on them. Nothing. Lust potion. Nothing. Imperious. Nothing.”
“What about a different emotion?”
Draco sighed. “Tried it. I could scream vile things until I’m blue in the face and they never flinch. I’ve tried almost setting them on fire and there is no fear. There are no emotions Potter.”
“Yet your mother still touches you with some amount of care.”
Draco nodded, holding back tears. He wanted so badly to believe that she was still in there. She showed more emotion, or at least simulated emotion than his father did. He expected the anger to work with his father but there was nothing.
“You’ve cracked it once, Malfoy. You can do it again.”
Draco chuckled bitterly. “Yes, I practically raped your best friend, beat her until she was bruised, kept her in a constant state of fear and anxiety, took the only innocence she had left, and then tossed her to the bloody wolves when I was done. I really did something.”
“She’s free,” Harry said quietly.
Draco huffed. “And now she’s forced to become like me, an indentured servant.”
Harry scoffed. “Hardly. You like your job. Admit it.”
Draco shrugged. “It seemed a lot more fun until her.”
“She’s still brassed off at you.”
“She has every right to be,” Draco said dejectedly. “I figured she’d come to her senses soon enough.”
“She’s mostly upset because you didn’t tell her the price.”
“Not my rules.”
“No, definitely not. But she is sort of excited about the marriage vow. She’ll never be forced into marriage again.”
Draco chuckled. “Careful Potter, my parents might hear you.”
“What?”
“The one thing my father always insisted on reminding me about was my duty as a Malfoy. We must marry pure and produce an heir so the name and the money continue.”
Potter grinned mischievously. “Then let’s tell him.”
Draco quirked a brow. “Fat lot of good it will do, but be my guest.”
Potter chuckled and practically bounced over to his father, malicious glee clear on his face. Draco studied his father’s face very carefully. Potter didn’t seem to have the same effect on his father that he did on him. There was no softening in the eye. In fact, it looked like his father had retreated even further. Could it be that they were still fighting even though there was no need to?
“Oi, Malfoy!” Harry yelled, even though he was only inches from Lucius’s face. “Guess what. Your precious little heir has taken a vow to never marry. What a shame. No more little Malfoys running around. He has basically signed your family’s death warrant. I’m quite proud of him. It’s just as well. He has his heart set on a mudblood anyway.”
Draco almost leapt out of his chair when his father hissed at Potter. A reaction! A real reaction. It couldn’t be. He had to study it.
“Keep going!”
Potter shrugged and continued. “What’s the matter Malfoy? Don’t like the fact that your son would rather sully himself with someone of dirty blood than continue the line?” Lucius twitched. “Oh, I know. You’re embarrassed because he likes men, too. I happen to know. He’s tried to kiss me a time or two. I’ve even seen him go at it with a few.” A growl. “What, don’t believe me? Would you like to see proof?”
Draco was so excited that his father was responding that he didn’t even register Potter dragging him into his hard body. But when Potter stood behind him and boldly palmed his member while grinding into his arse, he couldn’t help but moan. He hadn’t had sex since his last time with Hermione, hadn’t even taken himself in hand. It just… wasn’t appealing. Now his long neglected body was responding even though he didn’t want it to.
“Look there,” Harry growled. “Baby Malfoy likes it, moaning like a wanton whore when I just barely touch him. How proud you must be. You’ve raised a submissive little twink. Congratulations.”
“Lies.”
It was barely a whisper but Draco heard it. He fought Potter to get to his father but Potter was having none of it. Apparently, he was of the school that if a little went a long way then a lot would surely be better. So he started kissing up and down Draco’s neck, doing things that Severus would most likely take the crop to him for. Draco was torn. It felt so bloody good after having cut himself off from all human contact. But Potter wasn’t his, nor would he ever be. And it wasn’t really him he wanted anyway.
“Stop,” Lucius whispered.
“What was that?” Harry asked, giving Draco’s rapidly growing member a hard stroke. “You want to see me make him come? Very good then. He’s quite beautiful when he comes.”
“Stop, Potter,” Draco said through gritted teeth. He didn’t want this.
“Nonsense,” Harry purred. “You might say no, but this.” He stroked Draco’s cock again. “This says to take you right here, right now. You’d like me to ream that tight little hole of yours, wouldn’t you?”
Draco knew Potter’s game then. It was an emotion he’d never tried to invoke before. Protection. He’d told Potter all about his parent’s real views. All that pureblood bullshit was the Dark Lord’s words. So to hear the Savoir of the Wizarding World repeat them was painful. But to see the same man practically molesting their little boy, perhaps it was enough to help. He made a halfhearted attempt to fight Potter off of him, though it probably looked like he tried a lot harder.
“Get off!”
“Oh no,” Harry hissed. “We’re going to do this right now. Bend over.”
“Stop,” Lucius said a bit louder.
Draco allowed Potter to kick his legs out from under him, letting himself fall hard on his knees. He’d do whatever it took to get his parents back, including pretending to be raped by the Golden Boy. So he struggled and fought, refusing to plead because he knew his parents would see through that.
“You’re not man enough,” Draco finally spat, gasping in shock when Potter ripped his shirt from his body. Unexpected but effective.
“NO MORE!” Lucius yelled, raising his hand like he was brandishing a wand.
“Going to stop me then?” Harry asked cockily, pulling his wand and whispering a ripping spell on the seat of Draco’s trousers. “Try it.”
“Expelliarmis!” Lucius cried as Harry unbuttoned his trousers.
Everyone in the room froze as the familiar crackle of magic filled the air. It hadn’t hit anyone, but it had been cast. Lucius blinked several times, as if coming out of a trance. He was still horribly confused but clearer than Draco had ever seen him.
“Father?” Draco asked cautiously.
“My boy,” Lucius whispered. “Trying to hurt my boy.”
“No father,” Draco said, easily pushing Potter off and rushing across the room. “I’m fine.”
“Not fine,” Lucius said petulantly.
Draco laughed. “Whatever you say father.”
Potter patted Draco on the back and repaired his clothes, letting him dress again. “You’ll be there for the induction tonight?”
Draco barely registered Potter talking but couldn’t help but catch the last two words. “She’s ready?”
“It’s been six months. She passed training last night.”
“Oh. I see. I’ll be there.”
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Draco’s stomach was in knots. The entire day had been a roller coaster and he was exhausted. He’d rooted around in his father’s mind as long as he could without risking further brain damage. It was the first time he’d found any semblance of a thought pattern. He did what he could, bridging connections so his father could communicate without him having to go as far as having Potter pretend to molest him. After he was through, Lucius could string a few sentences together, which was a remarkable improvement. He’d have to go back the next day and work some more. He might even be able to reach his mother next time.
But right now, he was almost beside himself with nervous energy. Tonight Hermione would take her vows, gain her robe, and become a Silent Knight. And he would have to face her for the first time since she’d all but spat at him after he’d freed her. He couldn’t say that he didn’t somewhat enjoy their last scene because he did, immensely. But that was why he was so torn up about it. He shouldn’t have liked it so much. Since then, he’d shied away from taking the brunt of the dark magic in fights, afraid he would lose it without an outlet. He’d been lucky so far but it wouldn’t hold forever. In fact, he could feel it now, but it could wait.
“Glad you could join us, Dragon.”
Draco rolled his eyes, knowing Kingsley wouldn’t be able to see it under his hood. “I’m hardly late.”
“Late for you,” Kingsley pointed out.
Well, he was right about that. Draco was of the philosophy that being on time was fifteen minutes early and being on time was late. As it was, he was skirting in a mere two minutes before the ceremony was to begin. It wasn’t actually on purpose though. He’d been so caught up in trying to help his father that he’d completely forgotten about the time. It was a first for him.
“Let him alone,” Luna called. “He’s had a big day.”
“So I heard,” Kingsley said. “Well, take your place.”
Draco nodded and took his place on the pentagram. The magic of the circle washed over him, making him shiver at its power. The oaths and bonds taken in this circle were some of the strongest he’d ever seen, including the dark mark. He was glad that there wasn’t an actual mark one had to take to be part of this group. That wouldn’t be any better than Voldemort. But he’d gotten a willing mark. Granted, he’d been drunk off his arse and did it on a dare from Potter. He kept it hidden with a glamour for the most part. The rune Beorc, rebirth and transformation, on his shoulder was hardly manly, but he was quite partial to it.
“Lucky,” Kingsley called. “Start us off.”
“Yes, my king,” Harry said, limping into the circle.
Draco couldn’t stop the snicker that burst from him. Of course Potter wouldn’t get away with his little antics. Severus probably beat his arse raw and then fucked him through the mattress, and perhaps the floor if Potter’s lame steps were anything to go by.
“Shut it,” Harry hissed. “You owe me.”
Draco chuckled again. “You didn’t make the bargain beforehand.”
“Fucking Slytherin,” Harry growled.
“LUCKY!” Kingsley roared.
“Sorry,” Harry said sheepishly, coming to stand in the center of the circle. “As the oldest member of the Silent Knights, I call for consideration one Hermione Granger as a new recruit. Will she come forth and accept her nomination?”
“She will,” Hermione said clearly.
Draco couldn’t stop his heart from falling into his shoes when she marched out to the center of the pentagram beside Potter. She looked so lovely, strong and brave once more. The cowering little girl he’d found lurking behind a nasty curse was gone. She was wearing a sensible blouse and trousers, suitable for the office or an induction. He admired the way the outfit hugged her curves but quickly shook himself out of it when she glanced around the room. It was her eyes that hurt him the most. She was leery. Whether it was because everyone in this room had seen her taken down to her lowest notch was anyone’s guess but he hated that she felt that way.
“All in favor,” Harry called.
“I,” everyone answered in unison.
“All opposed?”
Silence. It was as it should be. With such a small crew, it meant that decisions were usually unanimous. That was why Weasley hadn’t even been put up for consideration. Both he and Severus were opposed and that was before Potter had even put up an inquiry. Kingsley had later vetoed it as well, citing a problem with holding impulses and temper. At least Potter had managed to curb those things. No one doubted Weasley’s strategic abilities, but they also didn’t think he could overcome his weaknesses either.
“Very well,” Kingsley said, dismissing Potter back to his spot on the pentagram. “As leader of the Silent Knights, I formally extend an invitation for you to join. However, since you’ve already gone through the training and debriefing, we’ll keep this short, shall we? Repeat after me…”
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Hermione looked absolutely exhausted. Draco knew how she felt. Taking that many vows, entering into a powerful bond of loyalty and protection, and having your magic dissected and put back together to weave it into the robes was taxing. He stayed in the shadows of the room observing her as she flitted from robed figure to robed figure, trying her hardest to figure out who each person was. It had become something of a game but they hadn’t gotten to play it in a very long time.
“Can’t hide in the shadows for the rest of your life, mate,” Neville said softly as he stepped into the shadows.
Draco sniffed. “I can try.”
“She can still see you over here,” Luna said, her lithe form stepping out from behind Neville.
“I’m well aware of that, thank you.”
Neville shook his head. “Come on, I’ll get you a drink.”
“I’d rather not,” Draco said curtly.
Before he could leave, Luna spun him around and flashed a light in his eyes. He hissed at the brightness but let her look her fill. He wasn’t surprised she had guessed the other reason he stayed hidden. Most of it was because he didn’t want to make Hermione uncomfortable. But another part was that he’d cast some very dark spells trying to help his father. They weren’t harmful, per se, but they did tip the balance he was trying so carefully to maintain.
“I’ll make your excuses,” Luna said finally. “Go find someone.”
“Can’t leave until the reveal,” Draco said dejectedly. “Rules.”
“Then we’ll cut it short,” Luna said, bouncing away to inform Kingsley.
Neville laughed as Draco shook his head in amazement. She was always doing things like that. Neville clasped him on the back.
“Still not used to it, are you?”
Draco frowned. “I’m not sure you can get used to her.”
“You’d be surprised.”
Draco smirked. “I’m sure.”
Kingsley cleared his throat. “It seems we need to cut the celebration short. Therefore, Hermione, if you could make your guesses.”
Hermione bit her lip before groaning in despair. “I don’t know! I mean, you all feel so very familiar but I can’t place you. It’s on the tip of my tongue. Shouldn’t I be immune to the robes now?”
“Not until the reveal,” Harry said, pulling back his hood. “Surprise!”
“Harry!” Hermione shrieked, her jaw dropping in shock.
“Told you it wasn’t all bad.”
“You… you!” she stuttered. “You beat the shit out of me!”
Harry chuckled. “Had to. It’s part of the training.”
“Oh, if I wasn’t so damned happy to see you I’d hex you bollocks off.”
“Please don’t,” Severus drawled, lowering his hood. “I’m rather attached to them.”
Hermione was rendered mute as she saw the face of her old Potions Master.
“He wins,” Luna said cheerfully, taking off her hood. “You rendered her mute Professor.”
Severus gave a long suffering sigh. “Miss Lovegood, how many times have I told you that I am not your Professor and not to address me as such?”
Luna grinned and winked at Hermione, who was still frozen in place. “Well, I can’t call you what Harry does.”
“So call me Severus,” he hissed.
Luna shrugged. “It just isn’t you. Next?”
Neville tugged off his hood, his face set in a huge grin. “That would be me.”
“Neville?” Hermione squeaked. “Luna?”
“Yay, she can talk again,” Luna said brightly. “I was afraid the nargles would set in.”
“Mustn’t have nargles lurking about,” Kingsley said dryly as he lifted his hood.
“Minister!” Hermione gasped.
Kingsley grinned and bowed. “At your service Miss Granger. And that leaves one more.”
Draco snorted and stepped out of the shadows. “Not that hard of a guess, is it?”
“Malfoy,” Hermione said flatly.
Draco lowered his hood but refused to look up. “Right in one. Good night all.”
“What the hell, Malfoy?” Harry growled as Draco stormed through the door.
Draco didn’t spare him a second glance, quickly dismantling and erecting wards as he fought to get out of the room. Kingsley would put him on leave if he couldn’t keep himself under control. There was a room, a nasty potion, and three hundred sit ups calling for him and he wasn’t going to waste time fighting with Potter on etiquette.
“Not again, Malfoy,” Harry growled, limping his way after him. “You’re not running again.”
“I’m hardly running,” Draco sniffed, never slowing down.
“Damn it Malfoy, don’t make me call in my favor for this,” Harry yelled, cursing under his breath. No doubt, he was just as aggravated at his pain level as he was at Draco.
Draco stopped in the hallway, keeping his back to Potter and laughed bitterly. “You’d call in a favor so you could speak with me?”
“No,” Harry growled, pushing him into the wall and turning him around. “I’d do it to try and help you, you git. Now look at me.”
Draco leveled his eyes on Potter, who was grim faced. “Happy?”
Potter studied his eyes, no doubt finding the grey orbs rimmed with black. “Why did you cast?”
“Because I couldn’t think of anything else,” Draco snapped. “And it helped so it was worth it. I just haven’t had a chance to rest.”
Harry sighed and put his forehead to Draco’s. “I’m going to get in so much trouble for this.”
“Thanks, Potter,” Draco said, his eyes fluttering in relief. If it were anyone but Potter or one of the other Knights, he would have never said a word. But this group had saved his life and his future. He could afford to be a little softer towards them. “Really. Thanks.”
Harry sniffed. “I thought we were mates, you prat.”
“Old habits die hard,” Draco said.
“Seems like it.”
Draco cringed when he heard her. She sounded strange, not cold or flat, but maybe… was that possibly amusement? He glanced over to see her with her arms crossed and her foot tapping. It was just so… her.
“Granger.”
“I thought you weren’t fucking my best friend,” she said.
“He’s not,” Harry said, careful not to move.
“Then what is this?”
Harry sighed. “I carry Voldemort’s magical signature. It helps him control it.”
“Control… Merlin, Malfoy. You’ve gone dark again.”
Draco huffed. “I’ve not gone dark. I’ve just used too much and now I need rest. Pothead decided to stop me from it so he’s doing this.”
“How many times has Ron caught you doing… this?”
Draco did laugh then. “How many scandals have you read about us?”
“You need to find another outlet,” she said softly.
Draco couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled back from Potter and turned to look her in the eyes. There was still hurt there, which killed him. He didn’t want to be the cause of that hurt. Nor did he want to think about what would happen if he were to tell her that he didn’t want anyone else but her. But he couldn’t do that to her so he did what he did best, distance himself from the problem.
“I don’t want one.”
He spun on his heel and ran out before she could register his words.

AN: Soooo... *rubs toe in the dirt* I kind of... sort of... lost all my stories. And that means I have to re-write everyting I had that wasn't posted. *blinks back tears* Which means that I'm trying REALLY hard to get these stories back so you can read them. But I'm working 12 hours shifts again so it's taking me a minute. *falls down begging for forgiveness* I'll never forget to back my stuff up again. Honest! *wide eyes*
As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I've actually enjoyed this story immensely. Probably because my inner twisted pervert was unleashed. Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. I'm working my fingers to the bone to get the other stories out so don't give up yet. Please? Until next time... love you guys!
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