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What I\'ve Always Known	By : Elara Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24022 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Drastic Measures, Turned Backs
Dark grey smoke filled the entire dungeon, choking out the weak light from the long unused torches mounted on the dusty walls. One sweaty figure stood amidst all the dust and neglect in the abandoned dungeon, stooped over a bubbling cauldron. Moste Potente Potions lay open at their feet, the pages soaked with splashed ingredients.

�Just two weeks now�� the figure murmured absently, running a quivering finger down the page, then ran a sleeve over their sweat soaked face. It had been fourteen days since they had robbed Snapes personal stores for some vital potion ingredients, but that didn�t stop them from being nervous the ruthless Professor would somehow find out.

Shoving the guilt of their task to the dark recesses of their mind, the desperate culprit feverishly stirred the potion with a mixed sense of pride and jealousy.

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�Ms Granger?�.Ms Granger!�

Hermione jumped and blushed as Professor Flitwick called her name repeatedly.

�Oh, sorry Professor. The Erratum Charm causes the victim to answer every question asked of them incorrectly until the counter curse is performed.� Hermione answered the question long ago asked of her. Professor Flitwick nodded, awarded Gryffindor ten points, and set them working on an essay due for next week. Hermione bent over her parchment and tried hard not to look at Harry, who was suppressing hysterical laughter, having guessed what was distracting her, or Ron, who had only shown up again early that morning from their episode in the common room last night.

Neither Harry nor Hermione knew where he had gone all night, and Ron wouldn�t even make eye contact with either of them, though he expressed no hostility. �Come to think of it,� Hermione thought, frowning at her book �He hasn�t expressed much emotion at all today. It�s as though he�s numb with�shock?� Hermione jumped yet again as Harry dropped a small note in her lap. Smiling, she unfolded it.

�What? Don�t I get details?� it read. Hermione grinned, knowing exactly what he meant. Moving her parchment to her lap, she quickly scribbled a recount of the evening. It didn�t even occur to her to be bashful as she exposed all the details about what was said and done to Harry. Harry had done the same for her on several occasions with his on-again off-again girlfriend Cho Chang.

Dropping the note back into Harry�s lap, Hermione stifled a grin and went back to her essay. Harry and Hermione passed the note back and forth for the remainder of class, Harry congratulating Draco on his suaveness and asking Hermione very personal questions that would have made Hermione faint had it not been Harry asking them. It was near the end of class that Harry dropped the final note into her lap.

�Are you going to�.you know�return the favor?� he wrote. Hermione stared at the note for a few seconds. She had planned to do so the next time she got together with Draco, but a small kernel of an idea, tucked away in the back of her mind, suddenly demanded attention.

�Will you tell Hagrid I�m sick or something? I�ll be late for Care of Magical Creatures. � Hermione quickly scrawled, and shoved the note into Harry�s hand as the bell rang. Hermione seized her book bag and dashed from the classroom.

She didn�t stop running until she reached the Great Hall where Draco�s class was making its way up from the dungeons and out into the grounds for Care of Magical Creatures with Hermione�s class. Grinning mischievously, Hermione pulled her wand out of her bag and pointed it at her own throat.

�Disgisius� she muttered, and her voice turned into a very accurate impression of Professor Snapes for a mere ten seconds.

�Mr. Malfoy,� She boomed, trying not to grimace as Snape�s oily tone floated out from her own mouth. �One moment please.�

Draco stopped halfway down the steps to the grounds and came back into the shade of the Great Hall, a small frown creasing the pearly skin of his forehead. Hermione waited until the voice disguising charm had worn off to step out into the abandoned hall. Draco�s back was facing her and she grinned smugly as she anticipated the look of pleased shock she would receive when she made her move.

Careful not to make a sound, Hermione came right up behind him. In one swift movement, she seized his wrist and dragged him into the nearest broom closet. Hermione grinned as Draco�s muscles flexed underneath her finger tips out of surprise. Pushing his back against the farthest wall of the closet, Hermione kicked the door shut behind them and immediately started trailed her lips down his neck.

�Hermione?� Draco half moaned, half gasped. As a response, Hermione reached down and grabbed his package through his pants, evoking a gasp from the back of his throat.

�Granger, what-�Hermione cut Draco off by placing her mouth over his. Still moving her tongue in time to his, Hermione let her fingers fumble with the button on his pants. Before Draco could even absorb what was happening, Hermione had slid his pants down past his hips, and was making quick work of his boxers.

�Silk,� she murmured against his lips, running her fingers over the soft black material. �Nice choice. You were amazing last night Draco, and now��-Hermione shoved his boxers down-�it�s your turn.�

With that she dropped down on her knees to find him ready and waiting. Her eyes widened at his sheer size and she blushed as he glanced down curiously. True to his Malfoy name, an extremely smug grin split his face in half, as she scolded herself for being caught off guard; she was supposed to be the one in control here. She smiled briefly up at him and he slipped her a half smile that made her insides melt.

Mentally congratulating herself on her very well done seductress routine, Hermione wrapped her mouth around him, and was rewarded with a growl of pleasure. Draco�s whole body was soon wracked with tension and sweat as Hermione finally made use of her late night gossip with Lavender and Parvarti in their shared Gryffindor dorm. Draco�s knees were shaking slightly as she ran her
hands down his legs, and he moaned, rolling his head back as she ran her tongue up his entire length. Hermione sensed he was close, and quickened her pace as Draco twined his fingers of one hand in her hair.

�Oh god, Hermione!� Draco came with a final growl, his voice hoarse and low, as he shot his seed deep into her throat. Hermione swallowed and gave him time to calm down before sliding his boxers and pants back up, making sure he was presentable.

Taking her sweet time, Hermione kissed her way back up his throat to his lips. Draco pulled her body right up against his and Hermione knew a rush in the pit of her stomach as every contour of her body was matched by Draco.

Pulling her mouth away from Draco�s, Hermione dealt her final card.

�Well, time to get back to lessons I think.� Hermione said nonchalantly and with that, she left him standing in the broom closet.

Hermione jogged down to Hagrid�s hut, keeping her eyes on the small black dot that was Harry�s head. She couldn�t wait to tell him what she had done. Her behavior, she knew, would have turned any Malfoy on.

�Harry!� Hermione called out to him as she drew even with the class, who were all bent over their own separate trays.

�Firecracker Beetles.� Harry said, holding out a tray for her. �We have to draw a diagram and label their defensive mechanisms. So? What have you been up to?�

Hermione grinned at him before turning to look for Hagrid.

�I�ll tell you in a minute, I should apologize to Hagrid first.� Hermione set her tray down on the table next to Harry�s and weaved in-between the working students over to Hagrid�s conspicuous form.

�Sorry I was late Professor Hagrid, I wasn�t feeling very well, but I think it�s passed. � Hermione said, almost forgetting to call him Professor.

�Yeh sure Hermione?� Hagrid asked. Hermione smiled and nodded before making her way back to Harry.

�Hermione Jane Granger, spill.� Harry looked over at her sternly the second she sat down. Hermione glanced around, and spotted Ron two tables over, working next to Seamus. Harry had managed to snag them their own table. Leaning closer to Harry, while absently scrawling out a diagram of the beetle below her nose, she relived her experience with Draco in one of Filch�s broom closets. Halfway through explaining her voice disguising charm, the castle doors opened and Draco started making his way towards them. Words caught in Hermione�s throat as she saw who was hanging off his arm. Pansy Parkinson was practically sprinting to keep up with Draco�s pace as he virtually jogged towards Hagrid.

Hermione quickly turned back towards Harry, not wanting to draw attention towards Pansy and Draco. As they drew nearer, some of Pansy�s words reached Hermione,

�Draco, you can�t possibly be taking that disgusting mudblood seriously. You are a pureblood, and she�s a half breed. This school is crawling with them, but there is a certain stench about her. I know you smell it Draco. She�s a tramp, she is below us. Look at me; I could be so good for you. �

Hermione felt sick as she glanced back. Pansy had both her hands on one of Draco�s arms, and they had stopped a mere five feet from her table. From the look on Draco�s face, he was trying very hard not to feed Pansy to the giant squid.

�Pansy,� Draco grimaced and shoved Pansy off his arm. �I don�t know how else to get this through to you.� Turning towards Hermione, he nodded at Harry, who nodded back, and leaned down towards Hermione.

And there, in front of his Slytherin class, and her Gryffindor class, Draco kissed Hermione squarely on the lips, making sure no one missed it. When Draco ended the affair with a soft kiss to Hermione�s forehead, there were many sighs of both adoration and jealousy from the girls and whoops from the boys.

Hermione turned as she heard Harry laughing. As another surprise, Draco and Harry shared a loose high five and Draco took a seat with Goyle, who looked as though he had not yet caught up with the situation.

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The stranger watched from a safe distance, alien emotions surging through their veins.

�My love will not listen to me,� they thought angrily �But they will soon learn I am the only one they belong to. You will learn my love�and soon it will not be me you are pushing away��

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�Hermione, can I talk to yeh a mo�?� Hagrid�s voice made Hermione jump as she labeled the Firecracker Beetle�s fangs.

��Course.� She answered, glancing curiously at Harry, who shrugged. Hagrid led her inside his cabin and carefully shut the door behind them after instructing the rest of the class to keep quiet. Hagrid turned to face her with his hands in his pockets and surveyed her thoughtfully for a moment.

�Ron was �ere last night.� He finally said.

�Ron was?� Hermione asked. So that�s where he had been all night.

�Yup, told me abou� what happened in the common room. Now I�m not one ter judge Hermione, but I got ter ask yeh. Are yeh sure you know what yer doin�? He is a Malfoy after all and just abou� as nasty as they come.�

Hermione couldn�t believe it. Ron had come here and confessed alright, but it seemed as though he had also turned Hagrid against her.

�Hagrid, I know this is really unexpected, but Draco and I care for each other and I think-�

�A Malfoy care for anyone but themselves? That�ll be the day Hermione.� Hagrid said monotonously.

�He�s changed Hagrid.� Hermione said. �I can�t cry. I won�t cry� she chanted silently.

�Hermione, Malfoy will need a lot more persuasion ter change than just you.�

Maybe Hagrid hadn�t meant the words to sting the way they did, maybe Hermione had heard wrong, maybe this was all simply a dream. But she still felt her heart clench and a few tears slide down her cheeks as the words cut deeper and deeper into her heart.

�Thank you for your concern, but I am a grown woman and as much as you and Ron refuse to see it, I am capable of making my own decisions.� Hermione said, her voice thick with still unshed tears.

Brushing past Hagrid, Hermione pulled his door open and stepped out of the cabin just as the bell rang to signal the start of lunch. Keeping her head low, Hermione tried to hide her tear streaked face from Draco, but to no avail. Quickening her pace, she drew even with Harry and he handed her her bag without a word.

When they both reached the cool retreat of the Great Hall, Hermione turned to Harry.

�I think I�m being taught a lesson Harry. Now I really don�t feel well. Tell Professor McGonagall and Snape where I am, will you?�

Harry nodded, �Sure thing �Mione. I�ll bring you your homework tonight.� Harry kissed her lightly on the cheek and Hermione watched his retreating back with a small smile on her face. At least she had Harry on her side.

Just before she would have turned to climb the marble staircase, Hermione was stopped by Draco�s voice.

�Hermione? What�s wrong?�

�Nothing Draco, I just�I just don�t feel very well.� Hermione cursed her appalling acting skills. She wasn�t even convincing herself.

�Turn around, look at me.� Draco said softly. Hermione�s eyes swam with hot tears and she tried desperately to blink them back.
She couldn�t trust her voice now, as Hagrid�s words echoed in her head, reverberating painfully on her nerves. Slowly she shook her head. Silently she pleaded Draco wouldn�t press her for an explanation.

�I�ll come see you tonight love.� Draco gave Hermione�s hand a quick squeeze.

Hermione climbed the stairs, her brain too tired to contemplate just how Draco would get into the Gryffindor Tower to see her tonight.
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