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Verto Vitae	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 40710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco forced himself to take a Sleeping Draught that night, knowing if he didn't he would be up all hours and unable to concentrate in class the next day. It didn't seem to matter, however, because he spent his class time worrying about how he was going to get Hermione out of this impossible situation instead.
Weasley had started getting on his case about acting so strange and Potter kept a stony silence about this issue causing the ginger to go on a tirade and Draco to wonder what in the world Hermione saw in him. He was also getting sick of Potions class because Weasley always wanted to pair up with him and he would have to spend the entire period making sure he didn't mess everything up while simultaneously keeping an eye on Hermione.
However, he was finding he rather liked the Weaslette. She had a sharp tongue and always had something to say when Weasley was acting up. Potter kept himself removed from their quarrels and kept a hawk-like watch on Draco at all times causing Weasley to question him as well.
He tried to keep up appearances, but he was so absorbed in his task he had to constantly remind himself that acting the part was essential to their success as well. He was having no luck finding out who "Moony" was though he poured over every book he could find, scoured the Room of Hidden Things, and tore apart this private dorm once more. Other than the single missive, he could find no evidence whatsoever that Leon and Valouris had been in contact with someone with the code name of "Moony." He couldn't shake the feeling that whoever it was could be the key to saving Hermione.
Though he was constantly on the lookout, Draco didn't get time to see Hermione other than at mealtimes and class for the rest of the week, their patrol schedules and workload making it difficult to get away. He searched for her in the hallways between classes and waited for the little smile she always gave him while her friends would scowl or make snide remarks. He didn't know how she kept her cool about this; it was damn hard not to hex everyone in sight when something like that would happen, especially when it came to his attention that he used to be one of the people patronizing the Muggle-borns and he sensed this was some sort of penance.
As the week dragged on, Draco was finding himself taking more risks to catch her eye during class or to brush up against her when they passed in corridors. She always kept her composure, but noticed she would sneak into the store cupboard during Potions while he was in there to touch his hand when she reached for something or catch his eye across the Great Hall during dinner. The danger of the situation thrilled him and spurred him on to take more chances even though he told himself it was stupid. Everything was riding on this mission. They shouldn't be so careless…
He was thinking exactly this Friday night during patrol when she burst into the third floor corridor, panting.
"There you are!" she gasped, grabbing at a stitch on her side while he tried to slow his heart rate and lowered his wand. "I've been looking all over for you!"
"Why, what's wrong?" he asked anxiously, looking around them to be sure they weren't overheard. For extra precaution he dragged her behind a painting of Emeric the Evil to a lesser known shortcut hall so they wouldn't be overheard.
"I need you to put me in detention," she panted, her face white in the dim corridor.
"Wait, what?"
"Right now! Just take me to Slughorn or Filch, tell them you found me out of bed wandering the halls."
"Why?" he questioned, confused at her strange request.
"Blaise, I'm supposed to be meeting him in the Room of Requirement right now and I just can't. Please, I can't do it again," she begged, her eyes pleading. "I thought I could but I can't, I'm sorry-"
"It's alright," he assured her, secretly pleased she was so worked up about the idea of being with Blaise that she was making up ways not to be. "We'll go turn you in, save you for tonight. But I don't know how you're going to get by again."
"I'll think of something else," she said determinedly, her hands twisting in distress. "I just don't think I can handle it a second time."
The possessive side of Draco screamed at her never to let that rat bastard touch him again, but he swallowed his emotions, placing a placating hand on her tense shoulder. "We'll take care of it. Next time I'll put him in detention, alright?"
She smiled in relief. "Alright."
And though he knew he shouldn't, that they were way too conspicuous here, he leaned down and kissed her, just to show that he could, that she wanted him and couldn't even stand the thought of Blaise. He groaned when she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss him harder. All warning bells dulled as he pressed her hungrily against the wall, attacking her lips, suddenly hard as stone. He undulated against her core to show her how she affected him and grinned when she gasped. He loved that he could make her do that, make her need him so desperately that she grabbed at him as if he might fly away at any moment, though he had no intention of going anywhere.
Daring the fates, he slipped his hand into her robes to cup her luscious backside, to run his hand down her smooth thigh and trail his fingertips up the inside making her shudder as he kissed her jaw. Her breath hitched as he grazed over her panties which were already soaking wet. He growled and tore the damnable material off, stuffing in into his pocket so he could slip his fingers inside her, feel her clench around him, feel her buck against his hand. She whimpered softly as her worked her slowly; playing with her while she squirmed. She was so tight and hot he could barely contain himself, rocking his straining erection against her hip.
And then her hand was working his belt, yanking down the zipper, shoving down his pants, stroking him and sending all the blood in his body to that one engorged member. He pressed harder against her and worked her faster, noticing that she matched his pace. She wanted to play, did she?
Draco knelt before her, taking a moment to smirk up at her bewildered face before hooking one of her supple legs over his shoulder and diving into her cunt, licking and sucking, wallowing in the taste of her, wishing he could stay right there for the rest of his life. Her fingers dug into his hair, her hips jerking harshly against his mouth as she moaned and whimpered. He shoved two fingers roughly back into her and worked them fast, sucking her hood until she came, her muffled screams telling him she'd had to cover her mouth. He caught her waist with his free hand as her knees buckled, her body straining tightly towards him while he worked her through her orgasm.
As she settled slightly, he rose and ripped his pants down, not caring that they were in the wide open, needing to be inside her.
"Gods, we're going to be caught," Hermione breathed even as her hands shoved up his shirt to feel his chest.
"Want me to stop?" he murmured, his fingers working her clit until she gasped.
"Get inside me, hurry," she demanded and he smirked. Draco lifted her and she wrapped around him, reaching her hand down to guide him into place, moaning as he plowed in. She reached up one hand and grasped the candelabra above her head, anchoring herself so he could pound her. The danger of the situation demanded he not tarry and as wound as he was he didn't mind fucking her as hard and fast as he could, watching her go wild under his assault. He had to cover her mouth again when she keened loudly but it only made him hotter knowing she couldn't contain it. His other hand squeezed her bum, holding her still as he pumped into her, driving as deep as he could, her heat driving him towards madness.
"Oh fuck, love, I'm going to come," Draco growled against her hot neck, quickening his thrusts. She nodded behind his hand and he whipped his hips, angling himself, and watched her eyes roll back, her body bow, felt her fingers grasp his neck as she came, her pulsations sending him tumbling with her.
Draco groaned loudly, jerking into her as he spilled himself until he was panting, slumped against her. Hermione lowered one of her legs to help hold them up which was good because his own felt like jelly, his entire body throbbing in the aftermath. He kissed her neck, licked the sweat gathering at her hairline, her musky scent so incredibly intoxicating. Her hand dropped slowly from the candelabra to smooth his damp hair off his burning forehead and he cursed every piece of clothing on his overheated body.
"Detention," he grunted hoarsely. "You're not supposed to seduce the Head Boy on patrol."
"I suppose you'll have to teach me a lesson then, won't you?" Hermione quipped and Draco hissed when she sucked his earlobe into her mouth then growled as she continued kissing down his neck, rocking against him, stirring his senses once more.
"Stop doing that!" he groaned, feeling himself stiffen inside her, cursing his virility for the first time in his life. He pulled back to look down at her deviant gaze. "You're the goddamned devil, you know that, right?"
She giggled. "Can't say that's one I've heard before."
He cursed and snatched her wandering hands, pinning them to her sides and stepping back, sliding out of her and shaking his head with a smirk. "Well, it seems the Malfoy charm is starting to rub off on you. Now let's get you to Slughorn before someone catches me with my pants down, here." She grinned at him and he couldn't believe he was actually telling her to stop. He must be a masochist.
They straightened themselves up and he gave her one quick, searing kiss before taking her elbow and leading her to Slughorn's office.
The rotund professor answered hurriedly, wrapping the ties of his robe around his potbelly, his eyes bleary.
"Mr. Granger, Miss Malfoy, to what do I owe this very late call?" he asked, peeking through the crack in the door.
"Sorry to wake you, sir," Draco simpered while Hermione scowled next to him. "But I caught Malfoy here wandering the halls after hours."
"Oho?" Slughorn said, rounding on Hermione. "Is this true, Miss Malfoy?"
"No, I just let him frog-march me here for shits and giggles," she drawled and Draco fought to bite back his laughter as Slughorn ballooned.
"Language, Miss Malfoy!" he boasted, shaking a pudgy finger in her face. "Well, step on into my office. I'll take it from here, Mr. Granger. Thank you."
"My pleasure, sir," he replied, smirking at Hermione who gave him a quick wink before the door closed behind them.
Draco finished his patrol, taking no small amount of pleasure when he watched Blaise stomping back towards the dungeons, fuming. He worried that Hermione might receive the brunt of his anger but there was nothing more he could do tonight.
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The next day was something of an implement of torture as it turned out to be the final Hogsmead weekend and Potter and Weasley dragged him down to the village with them. They spent several monotonous hours digging through revolting bins of joke candy and trick wands and he was even forced to endure an afternoon with the giant oaf over Butterbeers in the Three Broomsticks. The only entertaining part of the afternoon came from watching Weasley slam face-first into his drink when Hagrid patted his back roughly. This seemed a normal occurrence, however, as he simply smiled and wiped himself off.
Draco's interest peaked when Potter dragged Hagrid off for a "walk" with a glance at Malfoy. Draco wanted to follow, but Weasley pulled him instead to follow Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil as they wound their way back toward the castle. He kept his eyes on the two figures disappearing towards Hagrid's cabin and watched as they slipped inside.
"Wonder what Harry needed to talk to Hagrid about in private?" Draco wondered out loud, hoping Ron might give him some kind of clue. But he was disappointed.
"Huh?" was Weasley's witty response and Draco just shook his head, knowing it was useless.
He only caught a couple glimpses of Hermione over meals for the rest of the weekend as he spent his time back in the library, catching up on homework and pouring over more dark books, trying to find a way out of Hermione's situation. At this point he was simply going to storm Malfoy Manor and drag her out before it was too late. The only problem with this was the fact that he was now a Muggleborn and could no longer step foot onto the grounds without a Death Eater present to disable the alarms. He supposed he could Imperius one, but he didn't know how to work the alarms, having never been trusted to. And in the event that he could get the random wizard to let him onto the grounds there was no way the Dark Lord wouldn't realize one of his trademark weapons was being used on one of his own followers. What he needed was someone on the inside, someone like what Hermione was working on becoming. Someone like Snape…
Draco shook the image of his dead godfather out of his head and set back to the monstrous essay Professor Sprout had set them on the proper care and use of the Venomous Tentacula. He'd chosen to work on it in the quiet library as opposed to the common room as Weasley kept hounding him for answers. It was nearly midnight on Sunday, the library deserted but for him, Madam Pince being kind enough to let him stay. She was much different to his Granger-self than the snippety vulture he remembered her as.
Hands came to his shoulders and he jumped before they massaged the tension there and a waft of what he now recognized as Valouris' shampoo overtook his senses. He sighed and leaned back against Hermione's ministrations, closing his eyes.
"How are you holding up?" she murmured, her thumbs working a knot in his neck. He let his head drop on a groan. He could remember Pansy's bony fingers attacking his shoulders, but he'd never actually enjoyed the sensation of a genuine massage before. Hermione's hands were downright blissful.
"I don't know how you do it," he admitted, wearily. "Being Head Girl, taking all these classes, practically carrying Potter and Weasley through their own. And all the extra work and practice tests on top of all the preparation we did in the last months…it's a wonder you don't drop from the stress."
"I enjoy the work," she said after a moment of thought, her fingers working up into his hairline. "Learning is a gift. And I'm honored to wear the title of Head Girl. As for Ron and Harry…they're my best friends. They're smart when they apply themselves. They have a lot to deal with; sometimes they just need a little extra motivation."
He snorted. "I swear to Merlin if Weasley asks me to look over another one of his essays I'm going to hit him with that Bat-Bogey Hex Weaslette got me with in the fifth year."
He smiled at the tinkle of her laughter. "I'd forgotten about that! Of course Harry and I were a bit preoccupied watching Umbridge get carried away by an angry mob of centaurs."
Draco chuckled as an image of the curly haired, pink-sweatered woman being carted off by her ankles as centaurs poked her plump belly with spears. "I would have died to see that!"
"Excuse me?" Hermione rounded him to lean a hip on the table, her arms crossed, a look of sarcastic surprise upon her face. "Dost mine ears deceive me? Mr. Inquisitorial Squad?"
"Oh, come off it," he smirked, hooking his hands behind his head and leaning back. "You know I only joined that so I could finally get you three with something. And guess who won?"
"Mmm, I seem to remember someone else coming off on top that night," Hermione purred, leaning over until she was straddling him, her arms on the back of his chair. "From what I hear, Marietta still has to use a whole lot of concealer and a few choice people ended up in Azkaban."
"Oh, so you want to play it that way?" he muttered, his hands coming to her hips, pulling her down into his lap, his lips finding that spot beneath her ear that always made her shiver. "Who spent the next several days in the hospital wing?"
She shoved him back and sucked a pulse point on his neck making him hiss before her hot breath met his ear. "At least I didn't end up there from a ninety pound fourteen-year-old."
"That's it," he growled, grabbing her hair and tugging her head back so he could ravish her lips, swallowing her moan. Her arms wrapped around him and he dove into her, suddenly rock hard. He couldn't believe how much he wanted this witch. He was completely insatiable when it came to her, something he'd never felt before with another girl.
Hermione ground into him and he cursed her uncanny learning ability. She was going to be the end of him as he knew it.
She dragged his sweater up and off, her fingers working deftly at his tie before flying down the buttons of his shirt, shoving it off his arms where it hung trapped to the back of the chair. He whipped her own sweater off and grabbed the top of her shirt in each hand and simply ripped it, buttons cascading around the room as she gasped, her bosom rising wantonly above the cups of her bra. His fingers found the clasp in the back and flipped it open, tugging the offending material away to reveal her, flushed in the dim light. His hands devoured her flesh as she dragged his lips back to hers. She explored his chest, pressing against him so that he knew she enjoyed what she found.
Then her hands were on his belt and he helped her push his pants down his legs and his eyes widened in surprise as she knelt before him, a saucy grin on her face. His breath hitched in his throat, his mouth going completely dry as her small hands tickled the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, her eyes on his manhood, taking him in. And when those fingers played over the length of him he had to grab the sides of his chair for support. Then she leaned forward to kiss the tip and he exhaled, cursing harshly. His nails dug into the wood as heat engulfed him, her lips surrounding his engorged head. Fuck, what was she doing? Where had she learned this exquisite torture?
Her tongue traveled the length of him only to swirl over his tip once more making him groan loudly, his mind going white. He had to fight to keep his hands where they were so as not to drag her down his dick until she choked and instead allowed her to explore him, kissing and sucking, taking him deeper and deeper into that hot cavern until he was grunting with the exertion of keeping himself in check.
"Fuck, Hermione, just like that," he groaned as she suckled him with one hand pumping to the rhythm of her divine mouth. His entire body felt on the edge of destruction, the intensity of pleasure overwhelming. He pulled her back seconds before the damage was done and dragged her up to take her mouth with bruising need. She was dripping when she straddled him and rubbed against the length of him, her silky smoothness driving him even closer to the edge.
He looked at her incredulously. "You're going to fucking kill me."
She smirked proudly, kissing him hotly once more. "What a lovely way to go, don't you think?"
With a curse he lifted her hips, positioned himself, and slammed into her so hard she screamed. He worried for a moment that he'd hurt her but when she began whipping her hips against his in a frenzy all thought was wiped from his mind, replaced only by desire. He bucked up into her, holding her still so that he could work her hard and fast, sending her lurching over the edge, growling at the image of her face twisting in pleasure, his name falling from her lips, her core clenching around him. She slumped against him, panting, but he continued to work her, dragging her back up before she could catch her breath, feeling her hips circle, his eyes rolling in delight at her new skill.
Unable to take it any longer he lifted Hermione off him and whipped her around, bending her over the table and ramming into her until she was screaming, her nails scrambling to find purchase on the wood. He grunted with each harsh thrust, lifting one of her knees and hooking it onto the edge of the table to sink deeper, feeling her shudder at the intrusion, her whimpers and cries ringing around the room, snapping through his overly sensitized body. She begged him, her cheek pressed against the table, her eyes screwed shut in bliss, her body tensing as she hit the edge, bowing as he shoved her over making him groan at the image.
His orgasm hit him like a brick wall and he roared as he spilled into her, his fingers gripping her hips so hard he knew she'd bruise. His thrusts slowed and he shuddered, feeling the residual spasms of her cunt around him, Hermione panting harshly beneath him. His body throbbed in ecstasy as he drifted slowly down, his vision a swirl of colors. He dropped his sweaty forehead onto her back and smoothed his hands down her arms to twine their fingers as they caught their breath.
He was just about to ask Hermione if she was alright when a voice beckoned from the doorway and he jerked up as if he'd just been doused with ice water.
"-thought you'd still be up here," Weasley said, his eyes on a long roll of parchment as he shoved through the library door. "Do you get this part about the nerve damage from Tentacula venom? I-"
He froze, his eyes wide as saucers as he looked up and took in the scene before him. Draco swore and Hermione stiffened, her body suddenly as cold as his. Weasley sputtered incoherently for several moments before finding his voice.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're playing at?" Weasley spat, enraged. "Malfoy? What the fuck, Leon!"
When he whipped out his wand Draco dove for his as Hermione attempted to cover herself.
"Ron, it's not what you think-" she squeaked, grabbing for her shirt as Draco aimed his own wand at Weasley's chest, unabashed at his nakedness.
"Shut your fucking mouth, Death Eater!" Ron screamed, sparks flying from the tip of his wand, his essay falling to the floor, forgotten, as Hermione dove beneath the table to cover herself.
"Watch yourself, Weasley," Draco snarled menacingly. "We both know I can take you in a duel."
"It's no wonder when you're training with You-Know-Who!" he rambled wildly. "I can't believe you would join their side!"
"You don't know what you're talking about," Draco said darkly. "Now just calm the fuck down before you do something you regret."
"What, like killing a traitor?" he huffed indignantly, raising his shaking hand higher. "I doubt it!"
"Ron, put your wand down, please!" Hermione cried, clutching her shirt over her vital parts. "You're not going to kill anyone-"
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Ron spat angrily, his blue eyes blazing with betrayal. "You don't know me! I will fucking kill you without a thought if you make a single move-"
"Ron-"
"Stop calling me that!"
"I'm sorry," Hermione soothed, putting one hand up as if to show her cooperation. "But if you would just listen to us, we can explain-"
"Explain what? That you're fucking this traitor for information? Well you'll be hard pressed to deliver anything else to that master of yours! Obli-!"
"Expelliarmus!" Draco screamed, sending Weasley flying backward, his wand arching straight into Draco's outstretched hand. Hermione shrieked and made to run to Ron's side but Draco held her back. "Petrificus Totalis!"
"Draco, no!" she cried, grabbing at his arm as Weasley's limbs snapped together and he lay flat as a board.
"Get dressed," Draco snapped and she hastened to do so at his severe tone. He dragged on his own clothes and handed Hermione her wand, her entire body trembling. She ran to Weasley's side the moment she was decent and knelt down.
"Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry!" she moaned, looking as though she were barely restraining herself from touching him. "But you have to listen to us, this isn't what you think, I swear!"
"Hermione, go get Potter," Draco said, watching terror cross her face as she realized they were using their real names and not their cover-ups. "He knows. I think it will be easier on all of us if he's here."
"Harry knows?" Hermione cried, bewildered. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want to worry you," he explained, only giving her half the reason. To be honest he had just been apprehensive that she might turn to Potter for support if she knew he knew and Draco didn't want to risk someone seeing the two of them corresponding as they were already risking so much already. Hence the situation they currently found themselves in. "He's been surprisingly understanding about everything."
She glared at him angrily for a moment before standing, glancing nervously at Weasley who was still lying stiffly on the floor, his eyes practically bugling from his skull, and up at Draco who still had his wand trained on the immobile rodent. He rolled his eyes.
"I won't torture him or anything," he assured her scathingly. Although the urge to do so was overwhelming... "Password is 'Dumbledore's Army.'"
With one last look she hurried from the room and the silence pressed in around the teens as the minutes dragged until Hermione slipped through the doorway, Potter looking confused behind her. As soon as his eyes fell on the scene before him he whipped out his own wand, making Hermione step in front of him.
"No, Harry, Draco didn't hurt him, I swear!" she said, holding Potter back as he tried to advance on them. "Ron tried to erase my memory and Draco had to restrain him. That's all, I promise. Like I said, we just need your help to convince him we aren't here to hurt anyone. Please, help us."
His jaw was tight as he looked down at Hermione, trying to decide whether to trust her or not. Slowly, he lowered his wand and gave a curt nod and Draco removed the Full-Body Bind from Weasley who scrambled to his feet.
"Harry, you can't trust them!" Ron screeched, his face red with fury. "Leon's a traitor! I saw him fucking Malfoy!"
Potted looked taken aback at this information as Hermione flushed in embarrassment. Surprisingly, he said nothing and simply neared Weasley as one might a frightened animal.
"Ron, that's not Leon," Potter explained lamely. Weasley's face dropped in confusion, looking over at Draco and then back to Potter as if he were afraid Scarhead was going around the bend.
"Of course it is. Harry, are you feeling alright?" he asked, looking concerned.
"I'm fine Ron. Listen to me, because I'm just as confused as you are. This is not Leon Granger and Valouris Malfoy. They're, well, they're actually the exact opposites. Right?" he asked, looking to Draco for confirmation, who nodded.
"Harry, what are you getting at?" Ron asked, looking nervous.
"Leon and Valouris aren't from, well, our world. See, Leon is actually a Malfoy and Valouris is a Granger."
Weasley was looking at all of them as if they were all mad. "Harry, mate, you're not thinking straight. We need to go to McGonagall, she'll tell you-"
"I'm not going barmy!" Potter bellowed. "Listen to me, Ron! I saw it on the Marauder's Map! They're telling the truth! This," he pointed to Draco. "Is Draco Malfoy in the real world. And this," he pointed at Hermione who was twisting her wand in her hands anxiously. "Is Hermione Granger, our best friend. Right?"
She nodded, looking close to tears. "Ron, please, I know this is hard to understand, but we're only here like this for a short time. This whole situation was caused by a spell, I can show you if you like-"
"You're all mad!" Weasley screamed, backing away from them hesitantly.
"Ron, just take a look at this," Potter beseeched, dragging the same ratty bit of parchment from his pocket as Draco had seen him consult before. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!"
Weasley shied away from Potter as he thrust the parchment into his hands, but looked down at it reluctantly, his jaw dropping.
"You - you're," Weasley sputtered stupidly, pointing at Draco and then Hermione. "And you're - but you can't...this is impossible!"
"I know it seems that way, but we're under the effects of a spell," Potter explained as Weasley continued to gape at the parchment then up at them. "We only see them as Valouris and Leon. Everything we think is real is all a result of the potion they made. It's all a part of a plan we are all in on to help us kill Voldemort."
"Don't say his name," Weasley said weakly and Draco was secretly with him. He hated they way Potter and Hermione just tossed the name around like it was nothing.
"Oh, Ron!" Hermione sighed exasperatedly.
He looked at her shakily. "Leon says that…"
"That's because I am who you think Leon is," she explained softly. "Look, let's just all sit down and Draco and I will explain everything."
It took a few minutes but they finally coerced Weasley into joining them at a table while Hermione locked the doors and together the three of them explained the entire complicated situation to a dumbfounded Wealsey. By the time they had finished it looked as though they had simply spent the last hour smashing him over the head with a Beater's bat.
"Do, er, Lupin or, or Mad-Eye or anyone know?" he asked after several moments of silence while he digested all the new information.
"No, not in this world," Draco said forcefully making Weasley look up at him. "And that is the way it had to stay. No one else can know. You two weren't even supposed to."
"Then maybe you shouldn't be shagging in the library!" Ron snapped scathingly.
"You're right, you're absolutely right," Hermione conceded hastily, looking mortified. "We made a mistake and it was a stupid and risky thing to do. But Ron, please, you can't tell anyone. We'll only be here a little while longer and everything will go back to normal and you will never know any of this happened."
"So what will it matter if I do tell?" Ron asked as if testing them. "They'll never remember, according to you."
"No, but it could also prevent us from doing what we need to do," Draco answered menacingly. "And this mission is everything. So keep your fat mouth shut for a week and a half and let us do our job."
"Draco-" Hermione reprimanded, but he ignored her.
"I'm serious, Weasley," he continued, his knuckles white on his wand, drawing Weasley's eyes to the threat. "If I have any suspicion that you are going to fuck this up for us I will erase your memory now and keep you locked up until this whole thing is over."
"Draco, really!" Hermione snapped. "This isn't helping anything! He's not going to tell, are you Ron?...Ron?"
Weasley glared at the lot of them.
"Ron, mate, this is really important," Harry said. "You know what this could mean for our side."
"How do you know they're not lying?" Ron roared, red-faced. "What if they're trying to sell us out?"
"Why would they have to do all this to sell us out when Hermione could have simply told Draco everything she knew and he could have told his father?" Harry retaliated. "Get real, Ron. If they're honestly going through this much trouble to help us the least we can do is help them by making sure no one finds out about what they're up to."
"They don't seem all that bothered to keep things hushed up when he's bending that slut over the table in the wide open."
Draco shot to his feet, his wand at Weasley's throat, fury radiating in his chest. Hermione screamed at him, grabbing his arm and Potter roared, pointing his own wand at Draco's chest. Weasley looked ready to empty his bowels at the fury in Draco's eyes.
"Watch your fucking mouth about her Weasel or I swear to Merlin I will end your miserable sodding life right here and now."
"Draco, stop it!"
"Back off, Malfoy," Potter scowled. "You're out of line."
"Draco, calm down, it doesn't matter," Hermione urged in an attempt to pacify him. "He doesn't really mean it, he's just upset-"
"Don't fucking speak for me, you filthy slag!" Weasley screeched and then squealed as Draco dug his wand harder into his neck.
"Ron, shut your fucking mouth!" Potter hollered, looking incised. "Malfoy, stand down before I hex you!"
"Everyone, please, just calm down!" Hermione begged, tugging at Draco's arm uselessly. "Draco, this isn't helping anything! We need them on our side! Please, just sit down and we'll talk this through."
Draco caught Hermione's eyes which were bright with unshed tears. He could see how much this was tearing her apart. With one last murderous look at Weasley, he withdrew his wand, taking a little pleasure in seeing the small burn mark from where it had pressed into him. Potter lowered his own and slowly the three of them regained their seats, Weasley seething.
"Ron, you're my best mate, but I'm going to have to side with these two," Potter said, causing Weasley to stammer angrily. "They need our help. All they're asking you to do is keep your mouth shut and cover for them if necessary. That's not asking much. I trust them. And if you trust me, then you trust them as well. Now shake Malfoy's hand and let's get to bed."
Draco and Weasley glared at each other for several minutes before Weasley extended his hand, looking as though he'd rather chew it off than have him touch it. But Draco took the proffered limb and shook it quickly before dropping it and handing him his wand reluctantly. Then Potter dragged Weasley out of the room with a nod at Hermione's quiet thanks.
When they were alone again they sat silently, unsure of what to say, the tension in the room palpable. Draco glanced at Hermione who was hugging herself, wishing he knew how to comfort her, wanting to apologize for his brutish behavior which had led them to this mess in the first place.
She met his gaze, her face gaunt, the look in her eyes terrifying.
"We can't see each other again," she whispered, turning away again as if it were too hard to look at him. "We put everything at risk. It would be best if we just stayed away from each other until we have to leave. I can finish up the potion, it's closer to me. You just focus on getting through exams. If anything happens, send me an owl. I'll let you know where to meet me next Friday."
Draco knew she was in no state to argue with so only nodded. He watched her stand and walk to Weasley's abandoned essay, unrolling it slightly before setting it on the table closest to her.
"Please take this back to Ron and tell him to read page 637 of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi," she requested monotonously to the floor. She turned to the door, lingering for a moment longer before hurrying from the room, leaving Draco alone to curse their fucked up lives.
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MotekElm: I'm glad you're enjoying it! There are definitely some big changes, but then again I first wrote this sooooo many years ago and had to fix some things! Hopefully this version makes more sense and is more enjoyable ;) Thank you so much for your reviews!! Much love!

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