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Why Draco Should Not Be Using Tampons	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 43388 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Post switch: chapter four

�� Draco was sitting in his room at Malfoy manor feeling bored as Hell. It was Fall Break and as usual he had been summoned to spend it at home. Hermione hadn�t been too happy about this, but she didn�t twist his arm to stay with her either. Not that Draco could do much about the situation even if he wanted to; he knew that and she knew that. Draco might have been spoiled rotten as a child, but if his parents said jump he�d just have to jump.

The day before he had left for home had been an experience to say the least. After two fierce sessions of steamy hot passionate sex �in which he had displayed some of his best moves, if he might say so himself- and was about to disentangle himself from Hermione he was rewarded with a bossy: �Oi, where are you going?!�.

�� Er, out of you� he had said.

�� Think again, because you�re staying put till you�re ready to go again.�

�� What? Are you serious?� he had asked, feeling slightly baffled. The girl had a higher sex-drive than him, and that�s saying a lot.

�� I�m not going to see you for a week. I need to make the best of it while I still can.�

�� And kill me in the process?�

�� If necessary� she had said with a grin.

�� How very Slytherin of you�

�� You�re rubbing off on me�

�� Hm, some rubbing should do the trick.�

�� It did the trick all right; Draco had expected to be walking with a limp for the coming week. But instead he had quickly come to the conclusion that that wasn�t going to be the case.

Instead he was experiencing a form of withdrawal.

A Hermione-Cold Turkey.

And it wasn�t just the sex. He had tried compensating for it by giving himself a helping hand, but it didn�t help much. He realised that he�d have to put his mind on something else or he�d be having to recompense by �polishing his wand� six times a day. His next move was to try and keep himself busy with sending owls over to Hermione.

�� Bad idea.

�� He quickly noted that she wasn�t afraid to pour her extra energy in a very creative style of writing. The themes of her letters basically consisted out of �What I want to do to you� and �What I want you to do to me�.

�� A few extra trips to the bathroom had been in order and it hadn�t been for a �number one� or a �number two�.

�� So Draco had cut back on the writing and concentrated on his studies instead. Or tried at least.��

It actually had come to a point where Draco�s mother seemed to notice that something was amiss. And you should know that Draco was very well trained in keeping his feelings to himself, so that was saying a lot. His vacant expression and bouts of silence had caught her eye, but out of that she concluded that her son was coming down with a bout of the flue. This at least made much more sense than her son being head over heals for a girl.

�� Draco�s father on the other hand didn�t notice anything. But that wasn�t surprising, since Lucius didn�t really notice anything anymore. Since his escape from Azkaban last year the man had grown obsessed with the war. Prison hadn�t been good to him at all and that was one of the things which made Draco think twice about becoming a Death Eater himself. He used to worship his father. Wanted to grow up to be like him; to be powerful, feared and respected.

But now... not so much anymore.

Since Lucius� escape Draco hadn�t so much as had one decent conversation with the man. He also didn�t have to put it to the test to know that his father had a rather short fuse. He never thought he�d say this but he had grown quite fearful of his father. Lucius had always kept raging about the Dark Lord and his plans and was constantly hiding in the basement with Draco�s aunt Bellatrix where they were plotting away on their next move to bring the Dark Lord back to power. They�d been hiding his crazy bint of an aunt in their basement for almost two years now and she was not exactly what one would call �pleasant company�. Azkaban had clearly burned a couple of fuses in the woman�s head. Draco at least hoped so, because the thought that she already was like that before her incarceration was just plain disconcerting.

�� Draco didn�t really see the point why he had to come to spend his vacation at home. This whole situation was just another one of those �Malfoy� things; �It has always been this way, it worked, so why change it?�. His parents didn�t even so much as talk to each other anymore. Narcissa let Lucius hide away in their cellar practically 24/7 without protest. Draco assumed it was more out of fright than out of affection.

Narcissa had never been what one would call an affectionate woman. Or an affectionate mother for that matter. Not that she was a terrible parent; Draco could always get respect or an intelligent conversation from her, but no warmth. She had treaded him like an adult for as long as he could remember and in several cases that had been a good thing, but in more cases a bad. Draco supposed she wasn�t really a natural mother and saw motherhood more like a �duty� than a wish; she had produced an heir or the family line and in that regard fulfilled her obligation. Draco had enough psychological insight that this was probably one of the causes in why he had become sexually active so early on in his life; a desperate search for affection. (And if Draco hadn�t neglected researching Muggle-psychology, he probably would have noticed the connection as to why he always seemed to go for blonds). In a way Draco hated his mother for that. Not about the amount of bed partners he had had, but the fact that she had wrecked him in some way. Not only was he supposed to constantly uphold the family honour, become a Death Eater, marry some pure-blooded wench and produce a Malfoy-heir before he was granted to lay down and die; on top of that everything else he did on his own accord was a result from how he was raised. When it came down to it; the control of what went on in the back of his mind laid also in his parents� hands, just like everything else.

And that idea just greatly pissed him off.

So basically; Draco didn�t see his father, he only saw his mother over dinner and the rest of the day he�d spend in his room catching up on his studies because he didn�t know what else to do.

�� Master Draco, sir?� the squeaky voice of one of the family�s house-elves interrupted Draco in his musings/attempts to study.�

�� Yes?� Draco answered as he looked down at the bat-eared creature in the ragged pillowcase.

�� Master wishes to see you in the cellar, sir.�

�� Draco grunted. He hadn�t seen his father since his arrival, but he really didn�t want to go down there and see him. He didn�t care one bit about being confronted with whatever they were conjuring up in their basement. It wouldn�t surprise him at all if he was summoned to be a test case for some newly invented curse or what not.

�� Right� he said and stood up to go down to the cellar. The worst thing one could do was to keep Lucius Malfoy waiting, so Draco really wasn�t going to do just that.

Draco was actually a little surprised that he had been summoned. His father hadn�t been very interested in his son�s comings and goings anymore. So asking Draco to join him in his �place of business� was a rather unexpected development. And Draco couldn�t help himself but feel a little proud about that. As much as his father had changed over the last few years, he still secretly craved some sort of juvenile appreciation from him; as much as he wished he didn�t.

�� Once Draco had arrived he knocked on the cellardoor; announcing his presence.

�� Come in Draco� he heard his father addressing him.

Draco did as he was told and went inside. He closed the door behind him, turned around and his jaw almost dropped to the floor in shock at the sight that met him in the dark underground chamber.

�� Father, what have you done?!� he gasped.

Draco had prepared himself for numerous things he could have been faced with face down there. He had even somewhat anticipated to find the Dark Lord himself waiting for him to give him the Dark Mark. And that had been his worst case scenario.

But nothing �nothing- could have prepared him for this.�

About the worst development that could have happened had unravelled in front of his very eyes. There, bound by iron chains against the stone basement wall stood none other than his Hermione, flanked by Potter and Weasley.� All three of them looked awfully tousled. Draco didn�t have to think far on the cause, considering the present company consisted out of a woman who has an unhealthy fixation on the Cruciatus Curse. Potter seemed to have taken the heaviest beating, but naturally Draco�s main concern was for Hermione who looked rather pale, seemed to have a hard time breathing and didn�t even appear to fully register his presence.

�� We took a little trip to Hogsmeade and caught ourselves three little itsy bitsy spiders� Bellatrix explained in that awful mock-baby voice she often liked to use.�

�� Why?� Draco asked.

�� What do you mean, �Why?�� Lucius asked. �For the Dark Lord off course�.

�� But why them?� Draco asked, pointing at Hermione and Weasley. �Surely he only wants Potter.�

�� That�s for him to decide,� Lucius said. �As far as I�m concerned, they�re as much as a pest as Potter is.�

�� But-�

�� Take out your wand, son� Lucius commanded.

�� Why?� Draco asked. He swore he could actually feel the blood seeping away from his face with every passing second. What was his father planning?

�� Do as you�re told,� Lucius said sternly, his icy-grey eyes burning into his son�s.

�� After a moment of hesitation, Draco reached into his robe and took out his wand.

�� Consider this an early Christmas present,� Lucius said with a slight smile. �I believe it�s time for your first lesson in the Unforgivables. I think we�ll start with the Cruciatus.�

�� Draco blinked a couple of times but didn�t protest. He couldn�t stand up to his father. He wouldn�t. It�s just... not done. No one did and there was a very good reason for that.

�After seven years, Draco, you can finally show Potter who really is the superior.�

�� Draco swallowed nervously. This was a bloody nightmare.

�� What are you waiting for? Do it.�

�� Draco took a shuddering breath and went to stand in front of Potter. He never thought he�d say this, but he really didn�t care much for hurting his natural adversary. This was probably Hermione�s doing.� Potter was her friend, and Draco didn�t want to hurt anything or anyone she cared about.� But right now, Draco didn�t have much of a choice. He once had joked about the idea that Hermione was going to be the death of him.�

At this very moment that didn�t seem so much of a joke anymore.

For a moment Potter locked eyes with him; the usually sparkling green orbs were now dull but clearly full of anger. As Draco raised his wand Potter closed his eyelids, clearly preparing himself for the pain.

�� Crucio� Draco yelled, instantly followed by an anguished scream coming from Potter�s lips. His body was shaking and trembling and his wrists were bleeding from the fierce tugging on his chains. The sight was terribly disturbing and Draco couldn�t see how anyone could keep doing this to a person till they grew insane. He couldn�t tell how much Crucio�s Potter already had to endure, but by the throaty sound of his tormented scream told Draco that it had been quite a few.

�� That�s not nearly good enough� Bellatrix tutted.

�� You have to mean it, Draco� Lucius said disappointedly. �Try again.�

�� How can I possibly mean to cause my opponent a maximum amount of pain when he is only half conscious and strapped to a wall?� Draco asked incredulously, pointing at Potters trembling form. He couldn�t believe his father was ordering him to do an act with so few honour in it.

�� Fine� Lucius sighed. �Practice on the Mudblood then. No honour in there anyways.�

�� No!� Draco yelled.

�� For Merlin�s sake, Draco. What�s gotten into you? You�ve got your three arch enemies strapped against a wall to do with as you pleas! Well, anything except the Avada Kedavra. That one�s for The Dark Lord.�

�� What�s gotten into me?� Draco asked incredulously. �Sorry, father, if I don�t find satisfaction in torturing three of my schoolmates while they�re beaten, tied up and defenceless.�

�� Lucius sighed.

�Alright then, Draco. Disregard the Unforgivables for a second� Lucius said as he strode over to stand in front of Hermione, gently cupped her chin and lifted her head up. �You can do anything Draco. It�s your birthright.�

The very sight of his father touching Hermione that way made Draco�s skin crawl.

�� Still a virgin, Granger?� he heard his father whisper to Hermione.

�� You stay away from her!� Weasley growled hoarsely, tugging on his chains.

�� Bellatrix chuckled.

�� No no Lucius� Bellatrix said as she slowly ran a finger over Hermione�s cheek; making her shiver in aversion. �This one has been plucked already.�

�� How can you possibly know that?� Lucius asked disbelievingly.

�� I�m a woman� she grinned. �We know these things.�

�� No matter� Lucius smirked, redirecting his attention back to Hermione. �Better let her know how it�s properly done.�

�� Father stop it!� Draco yelled before he could stop himself. This couldn�t be happening! Draco knew he couldn�t do anything. This was his father; a runaway Death Eater with decades of experience in the Dark Arts. Not to mention his Aunt Bellatrix who basically was as crazy and psychotic as they come. He knew protesting was useless, but he just couldn�t let this happen without saying... something!

�� Draco, if you�re not going to participate just leave or stay there and be quiet,� his father said dismissingly.

�� At this Draco drew his wand and pointed it at his father. He knew very well that he wasn�t thinking, so �as much as he resented the idea- went into Gryffindor-mode and just acted.

�� What are you doing Draco?�

�� What I should have done a long time ago� Draco said coldly. �Stupefy!�

�� Lucius got hit square in the chest by the blast of Draco�s curse and got smashed against the far wall of the cellar. Before Bellatrix fully had time to react Draco had conjured ropes out of the tip of his wand and magically bound her with them; after which she tumbled to the floor with a shriek.

�� Demolicio!� Draco yelled, pointing his wand at Weasley�s bounds which instantly broke and fell from his wrists.

�� Take care of Potter!� he said hurriedly as he moved to free Hermione from her binds. Weasley complied without objection, probably because there seemed to be no other alternative. Draco broke Hermione�s binds and scooped her half conscious form into his arms.

�� You promised me honour!� Draco growled at his father who started scrambling himself of the floor. �This, is not honour!�

�� Why do this Draco?� his father asked angrily as he grudgingly eyed his wand, which had been thrown far out of his reach. �Turning against your family and against the Dark Lord? Taking sides with a front you know will lose?�

�� Without thinking Draco looked down at the girl in his arms. The answer was so simple; he�d do it for her. He wouldn�t do it to spare himself from the Dark Mark, but he�d do it for her.

�� I see� Lucius said coldly. Perhaps it was because of the caring way Draco was holding her or by the way Hermione looked so comfortable in his arms, but Lucius seemed to understand what was going on. �Honestly Draco, there is one thing about letting a Mudblood getting into your bed, but letting them into your brain -or worse; your heart- is just plain unacceptable.�

�� I have nothing to say to you� Draco said.

�� You will actually give up your life for an inferior creature like that?� Lucius asked unconvinced. �Because that�s what you�ll be doing. Turn against me, and your life will be forfeit.�

�� Then it is forfeit,� Draco simply said as he left the room, Hermione tight in his grip.

*

��

The four of them hasted up the stairs, through her marble hallways, out the front portal and into the darkness of the night; Hermione still in Draco�s arms and Potter leaning heavily on Weasley�s shoulder. As they rushed their way across the vast front lawn of Malfoy Manor Draco realised how lucky they had truly been. Draco wasn�t as stupid as to think he could have gotten away with this in any other circumstances. Neither his father nor his aunt Bellatrix had been expecting an attack from him. Why should they have? And a good thing they hadn�t, because if they had he wouldn�t be still standing and breathing.

�� We should be able to take the Knight Bus here� Ron said.

�� Draco nodded.

�� How do you do that?� he asked, never having had to take a bus in his life.

�� Stick out your wand� Harry answered in a gruff and tired voice. Since Draco was the only one still in possession of his wand, he did as such. Not even five seconds after he did so a huge purple double-decker had appeared out of nowhere.

�I can stand now, you know� Hermione said reassuringly.

�� I don�t care� Draco said coldly as he carried Hermione onto the bus. He paid the conductor and told him to take the four of them to Hogsmeade. He walked over to the other end of the bus and laid Hermione down on a bed next to Harry.

�What the bloody Hell just happened?� Ron yelled, who was sitting on the side of Harry�s bed.

�� Indeed �What the bloody Hell just happened?�� Draco retorted angrily as he sat himself down on Hermione�s bed. �I�m not even gone for a week and I still have to sacrifice my time to baby-sit you three? How could you possibly be so stupid as to get yourselves caught like that? You even were in larger numbers, for Merlin�s sake!��

�� I�m sorry, Draco� Hermione said hoarsely. �We didn�t expect-�

�� Always expect!� Draco yelled.

�� Don�t you yell at her!� Ron bellowed.

�� It�s alright, Ron� Hermione said reassuringly.

�� No it isn�t alright!� Ron said angrily. �Is it true what the ferret�s father said? You�re... you�re sleeping with him?�

�� Hermione sighed.

�� I�m sorry I didn�t tell you sooner and that you had to find out this way,� Hermione said apologetically,� but yes; it�s true. We just wanted to wait to tell you until the time was right.�

�� Hermione!� Ron shouted. �Are you stark raving mad? It�s Malfoy, son of a Death Eater and-�

�� -the one who just saved your hides� Draco finished.

�� After you�ve put the Cruciatus on Harry!� Ron bellowed as he pointed at Harry�s exhausted figure.

�� Draco glared at Ron but didn�t give a verbal response to that.

�� After that, the four of them retreated to quiet moping. It wasn�t the time, nor the place to start discussing the pro�s and con�s on Draco and Hermione�s relationship.� Hermione honestly couldn�t blame Ron for acting this way; he didn�t know Draco as she did. Ron had sat himself on the bed on the other side of Harry, probably to get away from having to look at Draco and her. They were all so shaken and exhausted from their ordeal that the dreadful driving of the Knight Bus hardly disturbed them. Harry seemed to be asleep and he looked a lot better than when they left. He had a little more colour now, but did look like he needed a good night�s rest.� Draco was still sitting on the same spot he had been sitting two hours ago, staring into empty space, his brow in a furrow. Hermione couldn�t even imagine what would be going through his head right now. He had just left everything behind: his home, his family, his belongings, his security,... everything.� All because of her.

��

�I�m so sorry� Hermione whispered to him so she wouldn�t wake Harry, and she was almost to tears. �I never meant for you to get involved in this or having to forsake your family.�

�� I�m not angry because of that!� Draco said coldly. �Do you have any idea what it did to me to see you like that... chained and hurt and... molested?�

�� I-� Hermione stammered.

�� Ask me to do anything for you Hermione, but never let that happen again� he stated.

�� I�ll try not to-�

�� No!� Draco growled as he grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her a bit. �Just stop doing what you have been doing since you�ve met the Kamikaze-twins over here. You�ve been throwing yourself headfirst into danger since you were eleven years old and one of these days you won�t be so lucky as survive it.�

�� I-� Hermione stammered. It�s not like she was looking for danger. She just stuck by her friends, which admittedly often did result in life threatening situations. What was Draco trying to say? Give up Harry and Ron or stop seeing him? Because that�s what it basically would come down to. As she was looking to find her words she noticed a change in Draco�s demeanour. She saw him taking a deep shuddering breath as he closed his eyes.

�� I�m sorry,� he said shaking his head in dismay before he hugged her close and buried his face in Hermione�s neck. �I�m so sorry.�

�� For what?� she asked incredulously while hugging him back. Clearly she was missing something. It was as if he had suddenly gone from being angry at her; to being angry at himself.�

�� For hesitating,� he replied.

�� Hesitating?� she asked as she lifted his head up so she could look at him. She was shocked to see that his cheeks were wet from tears. She had never seen him cry before and never thought she would.

�� Draco sighed.

�� For a moment there -in the cellar- I just wanted to turn around and leave. Close the door behind me, leave you and pretend like I hadn�t seen anything to make things easier.�

�� It doesn�t matter� she said, feeling her own eyes tearing up. �You were there for me when I needed you.�

�� It does matter� he yelled helplessly.

�� Draco,� she calmly said with a smile. �I don�t know if your realise this, but today you�ve forsaken your family for me. I�d say that�s more of a thing to do for a third month anniversary.�

�� This isn�t funny�

�� I know�

�� I just, I wouldn�t know what to do if-�

�� I know� Hermione said as she tightened her hug around him. He did the same, seemingly to make sure she was really there. �Draco, you could have turned away, but you chose not to. That�s what counts, not how long it took you to make that decision. Especially not one with as large of an impact as this.�

�� Draco sighed.

�� I should be comforting you, not the other way around� he said.

�Honestly, like anything about us is conventional� Hermione said sarcastically, earning her an amused snort from Draco.

�� Hermione?�

�� Yes?�

�� As much of a loudmouth and a Slytherin-coward I might be sometimes, I just... I love you, you know�

�� I know� Hermione said as she smiled against his neck. �I love you to.�

��

Hermione thought it to be impossible, but never before had she felt as close to Draco as she did then. They had spent a week in each others� bodies, had taken over each others� lives and later on had she even given her virginity to him; and she could just feel that this moment was another one of those more important milestones that would grace the path her life.

And if both of them weren�t holding on to each other as tightly as they were right now, they might have spotted two sets of eyes looking at them in astonishment and disbelief.

**********

End of Post Switch: Chapter four.

A/N: Sorry, but no �thank you�s� today. I�m blaming it on pre-vacation stress! And I don�t know if there�s such a thing as a �Fall Brake� in England. Do they even have a vacation in the fall? Don�t know, but now they do. Almost done. I�ve been told more than once that my endings tend to be rather abrupt, so this time I had decided to add a big honking epilogue.

Disclaimer: �...your life will be forfeit�, �Then it is forfeit� is from Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. I honestly only realised I quoted it after I typed it. I guess that�s a sign that you�ve seen a movie way too much. :)
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