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Peace in the Darkness	By : UpTheHill Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 19334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own any of the characters nor the setting from the Harry Potter world. There are plot details that are not mine either. I make no profit out of this story in any way as I am writing for my personal enjoyment.

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Chapter 11: The Final Match
“Miss Granger,” said Snape, as Hermione was gripping half-conscious Draco’s face. “I must take Mister Malfoy to the hospital wing as soon as possible, and you must go back to the Gryffindor Tower. Please, step away.”
Draco wasn’t bleeding anymore; the residue was cleared and the wounds were knitted shut. However, Hermione was still in shock and found herself pinned to the floor and immobile. Draco would be alright, Snape must know what he was doing, but seeing him so vulnerable like this made her skin crawl.
“Mister Malfoy needs dittany immediately, so step back. Now.”
Hermione let out another sob but stood up, slowly and carefully, leaning on the wet floor.
Snape helped the boy into a standing position, holding and supporting him.
“I can help,” Hermione’s breath rasped in her throat.
“Leave,” commanded Snape sharply and staggered out with Draco leaning on his shoulders.
Hermione stood there, still unable to fully comprehend what just happened.
Her bare legs and half of her cloak were soaking wet, but Hermione didn’t feel anything from the horror she just experienced. She began moving forward out of the bathroom, but her wobbly legs worked like in slow-motion.
As she was tottering to the Common room, she cleaned her damp face to her sleeve and tried breathing slowly and deeply to revitalize her numb brain. She realized there was one important question she should have asked Snape: what happened?
Hermione climbed in through the portrait hole and saw Harry sitting there alone, as everyone else was still in the Great Hall having dinner.
Harry.
Hermione’s face twisted into a painful scowl.
“What did you do, Harry?!” she asked furiously, aggressively dashing at him.
“I didn’t want to! I had no idea!” Harry understood what Hermione was talking about and immediately began explaining. He raised his hands in defence; the bushy-head looked like she was about to physically attack him.
“Why did you do that?! Are you out of your mind?!”
Hermione clenched her fists as hard as she could, trying to control herself and not blow up in angry tears. She couldn’t expose how hurt she was to see Draco wounded; that could give her secret away.
“I’m telling you, I didn’t know! I found the spell in the Potions book and—”
“What?!”
Freaking Half-Blood Prince.
“Did you actually cast a spell from that Prince’s book? What’s wrong with you?!”
Hermione was extremely enraged and hurt. She was using a lot of energy to prevent herself from weeping and punching her friend in his scarred face.
“He attacked me first!” Harry cried out, quite shocked at his friend’s reaction. “He directed Cruciatus Curse at me, I was only defending myself! I swear!”
Hermione didn’t think Harry was lying. She just wasn’t sure anymore who she was angry at more—Harry or Draco. Both were important to her and both hated each other’s guts. Naturally.
Then the portrait hole opened and Ron and Ginny burst inside.
“We heard!” Ron said with round eyes.
“McGonagall was called out by Snape,” spoke Ginny, looking surprised at Hermione and Harry. “We overheard that…” she pursed her lips and now addressed Harry, “What did you do to Malfoy?”
Harry began telling them all what happened in the bathroom; how he found Draco there and was attacked, and how he used a Sectumsempra curse to stop Malfoy from casting Crucio at him.
Hermione sat beside Harry. She didn’t say anything, just listened quietly, hoping that her eyes weren’t suspiciously red and swollen.
Both Crucio and Sectumsempra were equally bad. One of them was an Unforgivable Curse that caused the opponent to thrash in excruciating pain, and another was a curse that, without immediate help, could leave the opponent bleeding to death. But only one of these curses were actually put to work, and it was the one struck from Harry’s wand.
Yes, she really was upset with Harry.
The green-eyed Gryffindor’s story of what happened made Ron and Ginny very worried.
“Malfoy was asking for it,” they said in support to Harry. They were on his side, of course. Not that Hermione wasn’t, but still…
Nevertheless, one decision was made as Ginny’s calm voice was enough for Harry to agree.
“You have to get rid of that book.”

* * *
Hermione waited a few days before visiting Draco. She wanted to go see him the moment he was led out of the bathroom by Professor Snape, but she knew there would be other people visiting Draco first, like his friends and possibly his mother.
The school found out about the incident very quickly; Pansy Parkinson was one of the first people to hear the story from Draco and felt obliged to tell everyone else, and Moaning Myrtle, who apparently witnessed the combat, was describing the fight to everyone in the bathrooms. Snape, of course, had also informed the staff about what happened, but apparently he missed one little interesting detail; nobody seemed to be talking about Hermione sobbing at Malfoy’s bleeding body.
Why did the professor think this wasn’t important?
Pansy Parkinson… the annoying Slytherin was vilifying Harry to everyone who listened to her, and, although Hermione was being a bit bitter to Harry herself, she couldn’t stand that tramp speak exaggerated trash about her best friend.
Also, Pansy was referring to Malfoy as “My Draco” and it drove Hermione mad.
Yes, she was jealous and she hated it.
So, on early Saturday’s afternoon, when everyone was out to watch the final Quidditch match of the season (except Harry, who was in detention with Snape for what he had done to Draco), Hermione went to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was busy in her office, and Draco was the only patient in the room. Nobody seemed to be there to witness Hermione visit Malfoy.
She opened the door to the hospital wing. It was filled with delightful golden sunlight and peaceful stillness. Hermione quietly closed the door behind her and approached Draco lying in his bed, seemingly asleep.
No, he was awake, and he turned his head to face her.
When the white-head realized who his visitor was, his grey eyes expanded in pleasant but slightly confused surprise.
He had no scars.
Hermione raised the corners of her mouth a little and sat down next to Draco’s bed.
What now?
“How… how are you?” she asked falteringly, and Draco responded in a mere nod. He appeared glad to see her, but the atmosphere was awkward. It was awkward every single time they saw each other, at least a little bit.
“When will you be released?” asked Hermione. Her palms that she was nervously rubbing against each other were getting sweaty.
Draco cleared his hoarse throat. “On Monday I’ll be back in classes.”
Hermione pursed her lips into a thin smile.
Now she had doubts whether she should have come here. None of them were feeling like having a heavy, complex conversation to sort things out. Maybe things would sort out themselves?
“Why did you come?” asked Draco after a minute of silence.
Why did she come? What did she expect from her visit?
If she wanted to make sure Draco was okay, then the work was done.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders.
“To see you.”
The muffled sounds of the audience’s roars and Zacharias Smith commentating the match were lingering in the calm room.
Hermione wasn’t a big fan of Quidditch. This fact annoyed Harry and Ron a lot.
“How are your wounds?” she asked and nodded at Draco’s chest.
“Healed,” he said. “Actually, I feel pretty well, I don’t know why Pomfrey isn’t letting me out right now.”
“Precaution, I suppose,” she shrugged again.
Draco grinned lightly. “I suppose.”
There was no way out of it. There was no way Hermione would be able to resist. He was so handsome, and there was nobody around to disturb them. She felt her cleft clench in need.
Hermione hated the fact that she couldn't control herself. She was disgusted of herself, but there was nothing she could do.
Hermione stood up, closed the ward curtains and sat on the bed. She gripped Draco’s shirt and helped him pull it off. He didn’t hide his Mark now, although he carefully watched the girl’s reaction which, in fact, didn’t give away any discomfort because there really wasn’t any. And it scared her that she wasn’t scared.
Hermione then undressed completely—really, had she no shame at all?—and climbed into bed. She pushed the duvet aside, and Draco skimmed his pants off.
She saw the Slytherin naked for the first time and in broad daylight. As she looked at Draco’s fit body with curves of his youthful muscles reflecting the sunlight, she had to swallow her nervous excitement.
She wanted it, he wanted it… so why not?
Hermione sat astride over Draco’s waist. She leaned closer to kiss the wizard, surrounding their merged faces with her bushy hair and feeling the young man’s erection press against her bottom. Draco’s hands were greedily stroking and kneading her body, pinching her stiff nipples and savouring her curves. Hermione’s arousal made her quiver along with every touch, and she forgot she shouldn’t be doing this.
Draco then pushed Hermione’s body a little further over him so he could reach those supple breasts with his mouth. The young witch was holding onto the headboard and moaning, as Draco nibbled and licked her tender skin and nipples with relish, sending chills down her spine. His fingers reached out for Hermione’s mound, and the little pool of juices at her entrance was ready to seep down when the Slytherin pushed his two digits inside.
Hermione let out a groan louder than she expected, and her walls convulsed in satisfaction. Draco’s thumb was rubbing her sensitive bud of nerves, sending light shocks of pleasure throughout her. The young man had a great view of gloriously nude Hermione’s body above him, and his shaft began pulsating in anticipation.
Draco was fingering Hermione while stimulating her clitoris, listening to the girl’s moans. Her walls were clamping down on those digits moving inside her, and she knew she could hold no longer. The world around her went black.
The Gryffindor screamed in climax, and her weak muscles couldn’t hold her up anymore, so she let go of the headboard and laid down on Draco, squirming and panting. The boy withdrew his fingers, took hold of his cock and embedded it in between her damp folds.
After Hermione recovered her energy and breath, she got back up and sat down, letting her weight slide Draco’s shaft in. She began slowly moving up and down, looking into the wizard’s eyes black with enlarged pupils. His predatory gaze was eating her alive, and Hermione had to tightly shut her eyes to prevent herself from coming too soon.
Although the witch’s hips were swinging very eagerly and sensually, Draco pulled Hermione by her arm, knocking her down on him. He clung onto her round buttocks and began almost brutally slamming his hips against the girl. Swift Malfoy’s movements ripped powerful cries out of Hermione’s throat, and she thought she was about to faint from the intensity of sensations, stars twinkling in the darkness of her eyelids.
Then Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione and got them both up. Now they were both in a sitting position, and the Slytherin sucked into the witch’s lips while holding her hips in firm grip, helping her glide up and down his aching erection.
The heat engulfed Hermione. She wasn’t even able to maintain the kiss as the sensations overpowered her, so they just kept breathing lustfully into each other’s open mouths.
After the Gryffindor screamed and shattered around Draco’s cock, he pulled it out and erupted on the sheets, letting out a low groan. After he cleaned up the sheets and his groin with his wand, he laid the girl down on her back and licked his way down her body, leaving multiple wet shinning trails.
Hermione felt Draco’s tongue squeeze in between her drenched folds, first wriggling at her dripping entrance and then passionately grazing across her red searing clit, savouring her taste. A stream of slippery fluid trickled down the cleft of her behind. She let bold moans slip from her lips, as she indulged strong waves of pleasure clashing from all sides, and right before a third orgasm washed over her whole body, Draco quickly thrust his cock back into her, making her scream so loud that the sound got caught in the back of her throat.
Malfoy covered the girl’s mouth with his hand but kept moving on top of her.
“I’d cast Silencio but I do like what I hear,” he whispered and removed his hand from her flushed face.
“Shut up,” she grinned feeling a bit embarrassed but couldn’t keep the smile for long as the sensations were consuming all her strength.
If Madam Pomfrey now came in, we would be both packing our trunks in ten minutes, Hermione thought, but then Draco shoved his shaft so deep that all her little worries were beaten out of her head.
Both students climaxed one more time before crashing their limp sweaty bodies down on the bed.
Hermione was twitching in aftershocks of extreme pleasure and panting as if she had been underwater for minutes. The breeze coming through a half-open window was stroking her intimate parts, slowly drying the juices away.
“So…” she said when they both calmed down. “What now?”
Really, what now? Should they discuss important issues or should they continue pretending there were none?
“I don’t know,” Draco answered. “Did you come here to talk?”
“No.”
Hermione was in bliss. She didn’t come here to talk and she didn’t want to talk.
“She’s soaring through the air, her speed has skyrocketed…” Smith’s voice was coming from far away. “Oh, the Snitch is almost in her fingers… and YES! Ginny Weasley catches the Snitch, earning another one hundred and fifty points to Gryffindor and winning the match with four hundred and fifty to a hundred and forty! No mercy for the Ravenclaws!”
Go Gryffindor.
“I should get going,” Hermione said, realizing that soon everyone was going to be back in the castle.
After the Slytherin and the Gryffindor shared another long kiss, Hermione got up from the bed and, after cleaning herself up with her wand, put her clothes back on. So did Draco.
“I guess I’ll see you,” she said, curving her lips up a little.
“Yeah,” nodded Draco. “Thanks for visiting me.”
Hermione blushed at the wizard’s smirk and, after closing the hospital wing door behind her, headed back to the Gryffindor Tower.
Barely a minute had passed after she returned to the Common room when the portrait swung open and a roaring crowd in scarlet and gold burst inside.
Hermione tried not to seem as if she didn’t even watch the match and grinned happily, showing that she knew the Gryffindors just won this year’s Hogwarts Inter-house Quidditch Cup.
“We won!” people screamed, patting the team players on their backs.
Ron, smiling from ear to ear, shot towards Hermione and threw his arms around her, seizing her tightly.
“Did you see me?!” he laughed in triumph and let go. “I beat that Quaffle off like that,” Ron showed a move with his arm, “and like that…” he kicked his leg up in the air.
“Yes!” Hermione screamed grinning and was glad that Ron didn’t seem to notice the dishonesty and blush fill her face.
After a few minutes, Harry appeared in the portrait hole and was pulled in by random people, everyone yelling “We won!” to him.
Hermione saw Ginny run towards Harry, wrapping her arms around him, and suddenly everyone hushed up as Harry and Ginny’s lips collided unexpectedly.
Hermione beamed. Finally!
Two lovebirds enjoyed their embrace for quite a while and, after they broke apart, the crowd filled the room with sounds of wolf-whistling and nervous giggling. After Harry’s red face scanned the room, checking everyone’s reactions, he took Ginny by her hand and led her out of the room.
Good for them.

* * *
The next morning after breakfast, as Hermione was walking to the library, some random student stopped her and handed her a roll of parchment.
“Thanks,” muttered Hermione and, slightly frowning in confusion, opened the note.
Dear Miss Granger,
You are required to come to my office on Monday, 4pm.
This is not a detention. I would like to discuss recent events with you.
Professor Snape
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