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A/N: let�s pretend DH doesn�t exist for the sake of Draco/Hermione ;)

Thanks to all the lovely reviewers!! So sorry for the long wait, guys!

The chapter title comes from the song �Hysteria� by Muse

Chapter 13: Last Chance to Lose Control
The table was set. The food was out. Narcissa sat waiting.

�Snot, dear, could you see what is taking my son so long to come down to dinner?�

In a completely unlikely move, the house-elf giggled and stayed where he was.

�Oh but Mistress Narcissa, Cammy told Snot not to interrupt Master Draco this afternoon.�

Cammy was the house-elf that catered to Draco�s wing.

�And why would Cammy say that?� Narcissa asked curiously.

�Master is busy,� said Snot with another squeaky giggle.

�If he is working on his financial business, then I give you permission to go interrupt and tell him that dinner is ready,�said Narcissa .

Yet another giggle came from the house-elf. �Snot cannot go against Cammy�s orders. Cammy said we would be in trouble from Master if we were to interrupt. Snot couldn�t be sorrier for going against Mistress� wishes right now.�

Narcissa�s pale brows furrowed. �And how long am I supposed to wait? Dinner is going to get cold.�

�Cammy said that Mistress should eat without Master if he doesn�t come to dinner,� Snot explained.

Narcissa scoffed at this. �I will do no such thing, now what is that boy up to? Snot, do you know?�

Snot�s eyes widened. �Yes, Mistress, Snot knows.�

�Well, why aren�t you telling me?� Narcissa asked impatiently.

�Cammy told me not to tell,�said Snot quietly.

�And whom do you answer to, Cammy or your mistress?� Narcissa asked calmly.

�My mistress,� said Snot .

�Now either you go fetch my son or you tell me what he is up to�your choice,� said Narcissa , growing tired of this back-and-forth.

Snot squeaked and fiddled with his fingers. �Master is occupied with the pretty Healer.�

�You mean Hermione?� Narcissa asked, a smile slowly gracing her elegant features.

�Yes. Cammy said we mustn�t interrupt them,�said Snot .

Narcissa suppressed a chuckle. �Alright then Snot, you�re free to go. Would you please tell the kitchen elves that I�ll take dinner in my wing?�

�Yes, Mistress, right away,� Snot said and hurried off.

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The soreness between Hermione�s legs was what woke her. She groggily opened her eyes to the dimly lit room. Since she had just awoken from a nap, she was still in the stage where she did not know her precise location at that moment in time.

She turned to her right and saw Draco sleeping next to her, his hands underneath his pillow and his legs wrapped in the sheets. He looked calmly angelic: breathing deep and hair falling messily into his face.

She looked to the window to see the orange-ish glow that came from a late sunset. Her eyes drifted towards the grandfather clock standing in the corner of the room. It read half past eight.

�Oh no,� she whispered, knowing that dinner was clearly over and that they had overslept.

Draco opened an eye wearily and caught the sight of Hermione biting her lip in worry.

He opened both eyes and sat up, letting the navy sheets pool at his waist. �What�s wrong?�

�We missed dinner and your mother is probably worried,� she said, trying not to stare directly at his now uncovered chest. The results of which would delay them even more.

�I�m sure she isn�t worried,� Draco said, but his haste in getting out of the bed and pulling on his boxers proved that he held concern in his mother�s worry.

Hermione struggled out of the sheets that were wrapped around her and located her clothes that were strewn haphazardly on the floor. She pulled on her own underwear and finished zipping up her jeans when strong arms grabbed her and tilted her head up.

Draco slanted his mouth over hers in a hurried kiss. �I love you,� he whispered.

Hermione tried not to melt into the carpet and managed to nod her head dazedly. Every time he said it, it still sounded surreal. Before she could remember the response to that sentiment, Draco was already halfway to the door.

She followed him out of the room, knowing that they would have to find Narcissa and make sure she wasn�t worried about his whereabouts.

�Draco, wouldn�t she have come up to your wing if she was worried?� Hermione tried to rationalize.

�She usually sends a house-elf, but since I�ve locked my doors, they know not to interrupt,� he said, walking down the stairs towards the dining room.

They found it empty and the table cleared. Draco immediately located a house-elf.

�Sampson, do you know where your mistress is?� Draco asked.

�Mistress has retired to her wing of the house. Mistress told the house-elves to alert you of her location when you came out from your wing. Mistress would like to see you, sir,� said Sampson readily.

Draco nodded and led Hermione back upstairs to the third floor. After knocking and being granted entrance, they walked into the wing and found Narcissa sitting on her couch reading a book.

�Hermione, darling! When did you get back from your weekend off?� she asked, a flawless Malfoy smirk being hidden by a sweet smile.

�Oh, um�� Hermione started, �a few hours ago.�

Narcissa nodded and returned to her book, still smiling.

�I�m sorry I missed dinner, mother,� Draco apologized. �I got caught up in something.�

�Like Hermione�s pants?� Narcissa asked, continuing her perusal of the book in her hand.

�Mother!� Draco exclaimed.

�Oh dear, don�t be such a brat,� Narcissa said, the smirk that had been hidden before entering center stage on her mouth. �I�m not as clueless and na�ve as you might think.�

Draco stared at his mother in incredulity. Hermione�s cheeks had taken on a red glow.

�Stop looking at me like that, love. I�m very happy that you and Hermione have finally gotten over your previous troubles and have thrown caution to the wind by satisfying each other�s sexual---�

�Mother, stop. By Zeus, I don�t think you could mortify me anymore,� Draco said, falling onto a chair and rubbing his face.

Narcissa snorted ungracefully and flipped the page in her book, the smirk/smile never leaving her face.

She looked up at them after a few seconds. �Well don�t just stand around here with me all night, go have dinner and then rekindle you passionat---�

�Mother, really�no, seriously not another word,� Draco said, standing up and crossing his arms. �We weren�t doing anything for your information.�

Narcissa rolled her eyes. �Your tousled hair and Hermione�s mismatched buttons on her blouse tell a different story.�

�Ok, well I�ll see you in the morning, mum,� Draco said quickly, grabbing Hermione�s hand and walking out the wing as fast as possible.

The minute the door was closed behind him and after they heard Narcissa�s smooth laugh, they looked at each other with a hint of embarrassment sketched into their features.

�Sorry about that,� he said wrapping his arms around Hermione�s waist and bringing her closer to him.

�No need to apologize. Although I do think that we should heed your mother�s advice,� Hermione said boldly.

Draco pulled back a bit, but kept his arms around her. �What advice?�

�That we should go eat dinner and then rekindle our passionate whatever she was about to say before you cut her off,� she said with a cheeky grin.

Draco laughed and leaned down to kiss her forehead. �I didn�t know you were so brazen.�

Hermione didn�t reply but brought her lips up to his and kissed him. She couldn�t get enough of his taste, his essence, his being.

She managed to pull away before she the chance to be swept up in hazy passion.

Draco blinked back a lustful gaze as he took in the Healer standing in his arms.

�We should get dinner,� he said in a low voice. �And then we�ll have dessert�back in my room.�

Hermione smiled and pecked his lips one last time before setting off for the dining room.

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Midnight struck and Hermione lay in Draco�s bed after several more hours of �rekindling their passionate whatever Narcissa had been about to say.�

Her head lay on his warm chest, listening to the cadence of his heartbeat. He made her feel protected; he made her feel loved�he made her feel beautiful.

�Draco?� she whispered. There really was no need to whisper, but the mood called for it.

�Hmm?� he responded, rubbing her back in smooth circles.

�When, um, when was your first time?� she asked slowly.

�My first time? You mean, when did I lose my virginity?� he asked a slight tremor running through his fingers that rubbed her back.

�Yes,� she replied, wrapping her arm around his waist to bring him even closer to her person.

�I, uh, don�t remember,� he said distantly, his hand becoming still against her back.

Hermione�s eyebrows met in disbelief. �How can you not remember?�

�I just don�t,� he said. �Can we please drop the subject?�

Hermione sat up, ignoring the sheet falling towards her waist, leaving her bare-chested. �No, we can�t just drop the subject. You keep hiding behind your insecurities and your thoughts, and I just won�t deal with it. I told you that I won�t judge you for anything you have done in your past so just buck up and tell me.�

Draco eyed her carefully, watching her cheeks flush in determination and her eyes blaze with frustration. She was right, of course; he had left her in the dark far too many times. But he still didn�t feel comfortable telling her things that he would rather forget.

�Hermione, listen, I�I know you wouldn�t judge me and---�

�No, you have major trust issues that you need to get over. I need to know what troubles you so that I can help you. Not only as someone who loves you, but as someone who understands what it�s like---�

�No! You don�t understand what it�s like. You really, really don�t and don�t start to think that you do because nobody can even fathom what I�ve gone through,� he said, sitting up to face her.

Hermione breathed heavily, blinking back unnecessary tears. �But I can help you,� she started.

�Maybe I don�t want help!� he snapped. �I already told you that I hired you for my mother and not for me. I know I�m losing my mind---�

�Just shut up about that! You�re not losing your mind nor are you even close! You�re just a spoiled brat who has seen tough times and now you seem to think that no one understands and that no one can help. But I can! And I will! So either you start talking or I�ll go back to my wing and we can pretend all this never happened.�

�So do you always lie or is it just to get into bed with me?� he asked, his eyes narrowed.

Hermione�s jaw dropped. �What is that supposed to mean?�

�You said you wouldn�t try to psychoanalyze me and wouldn�t ask me questions unless it would help with my mother�s condition, but now this has nothing to do with her.�

�It�s different now, Draco,� Hermione said quietly. �I�we�re in love and I only want you to be happy and I want to know that you trust me, because I trust you. I really do. I don�t keep things from you.�

Draco lay back down ran his hand through his hair. �I can�t keep doing this, Hermione.�

�It�s only happening because you don�t trust me,� she said, taking a chance and laying back down next to him and tentatively placing her head back on his chest.

He wrapped an arm around her and brought her closer to him, sighing as he did so.

�I do trust you�I just, I really don�t like reliving those thoughts,� he admitted quietly.

�Draco, you can�t repress them. It�s horribly unhealthy and if you keep it up, you will regret it because you�ll end up on the same road as your mother. Please Draco, I love you and I don�t want to see your past dictate the rest of your life,� she said, placing a comforting hand on his stomach.

Draco turned his head to look at her as she looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly.

�So you want to know when I lost my virginity?� he asked.

�Yes, and basically what your first time was like.�

�Shameful, mortifying, and basically one of the worst experiences of my life,� he said stonily.

�Oh you�re exaggerating,� Hermione said lightly. �It couldn�t have been that bad.�

�You haven�t even heard what happened yet,� he said running his fingers through her curls. The curls she brought back just for him.

�Then tell me�was it Pansy?�

�No, as much as she might have spread that around, we never did anything.�

�Well, go on, just start from the beginning.�

Draco sighed again. �I was fifteen and had just gone to my first Death Eater initiation type deal. Like an orientation of some sort. I was seriously terrified out of my mind. I spewed all this Dark Magic propaganda during school but until I was forced into it, I really had no idea what to expect.�

Hermione hugged him closer and urged him to continue.

�There were I think about ten recruits, nine boys and one girl. Being the lucky son of Lucius Malfoy, I was chosen to be the one to �initiate� the one girl.�

Hermione�s heart slowed down, a feeling of dread overcoming her senses. �But didn�t Voldemort know that you weren't experienced at all?�

�Oh yeah, he would have chosen that moment to be sensitive and let me off the hook,� Draco said with clear sarcasm dripping off his words. �I�m pretty sure he knew and it just made him gleeful that it would be an entirely embarrassing ordeal for me.�

�What was her name?� Hermione asked quietly.

�Camille,� he said. �She actually was very pretty, pure-blood of course, terrified just as much as I was. Her father was a prominent figure in their ranks and she had been forced to join as well because she had a really strong aptitude for charms and divination.�

Hermione nodded her head.

�But she wasn�t as pretty as you,� he added as an afterthought.

Hermione smiled against his chest and kissed the bare skin. �Keep going.�

Draco cleared his throat. �So under Voldemort�s orders, he stuck us in a room together and told me I had an hour to initiate her. For the first fifteen minutes I watched her cry and was extremely tempted to join her.�

Hermione�s chest constricted in pity.

�Did I mention that we were in an observation room? As a treat to all his favorite Death Eaters, they got to watch Camille and obviously, my initiation, humiliation. After the fifteen minutes of sobbing, I finally walked over to her and told her that we had to get it over with�

�She nodded and said she�d never even kissed a guy before so I had no idea what to do about that. I was a fucking nervous wreck and I don�t even know how I ever got it up to actually do the deed.�

�H-how did you ever manage?� Hermione asked shakily, quickly approaching a teary-eyed resolution.

�I sort of just tuned everything out. Pretended that we weren�t being watched. I just sort of approached her and tried to comfort her. Well, first I kissed her because I wasn�t going to have her lose her virginity without at least being kissed first�and then it just sort of escalated from that kiss. I kept whispering to her, telling her reassuring things so that she would stop crying and so we wouldn�t get into trouble.�

�What did you whisper to her?� Hermione asked, feeling an immense amount of pride over how sensitive Draco actually was.

�I told her to ignore everything around her and to just focus on me. I also kept telling her how beautiful she was so that she would gain more confidence and not be as frightened. And she was still so scared, but she just nodded her head and tried as hard as she could to get into it. I actually did find her so beautiful and so brave for it, because it must have been so much worse for her, being a girl of only fifteen and having to go through that�

�So we finally got around to the actual act and we were both trembling with a mixture of fear and nervousness and insecurity. It lasted all of about 4 minutes, that�s how nervous we were, and being our first time it wasn�t pleasant for either of us.�

�Whatever happened to Camille?� Hermione asked, a bit afraid of the answer.

Draco stiffened next to her, his breathing erratic.

�He killed her, didn�t he?� Hermione asked, tears welling up and finding no resistance.

�Yes,� Draco said simply.

�Why?� Hermione asked with a sniff, her tears sliding down her cheeks and onto his chest.

�He said he didn�t appreciate her crying at the beginning of his orders and that she had portrayed weakness when she should have been proud to be ordered to do something by him. I watched him do it and then I was left with her body to clean up.�

�Merlin, you were only fifteen. You shouldn�t have gone through that,� Hermione said in between tears.

�Don�t cry, Hermione, please. It really bothers me, especially when I cause it,� Draco said, bringing his hand down to wipe her tears away.

�I�m sorry, Draco, I�m sorry you had to go through that,� she said trying to return her breathing back to normal.

�You have nothing to be sorry about. It was my fate and I�ve accepted it. I could have made better choices as a child. I could have gone to Dumbledore for help, but I was too proud and I�ve learned my lesson from arrogant pride.�

Hermione hugged him tighter, kissing his chest and looking up at him. �I love you so much, you don�t even know.�

Draco smiled softly. �I might know a bit.�

Hermione laughed quietly.

�Hermione?�

�Yes?�

�Thank you,� he said quietly.

�For what?�

�For loving me�and for getting me to talk, I really needed that,� he said in barely a whisper.

Hermione responded by leaning up and kissing his lips, slowly studying them with her own before asking for entrance with her tongue. Moments passed as they explored their mouths, seeking comfort in each other�s embrace; seeking solace in each other�s arms.

They pulled apart, each sporting swollen lips and uneven breathing.

�I�m beyond tired,� Hermione admitted, sinking back down next to him, nuzzling his neck and taking in his earthy cologne.

Draco yawned in response. �I�m pretty sure you kissed me so hard that you read my mind.�

Hermione laughed and snuggled into his arms, tangling her legs with his.

�Goodnight, lefty,� he said, picking up his wand and shrouding the room in darkness.

�Lefty?� Hermione asked.

�It�s my new nickname for you,� he said to the dark.

�Short for left-brain?�

�Yep,� he replied.

�I�m not going to lose maturity points by stooping down to your level and giving you some juvenile nickname, so goodnight, Draco,� Hermione said to which she received a playful pinch on her bum.

�Night, lefty,� he said insistently before slumber took them into its realm.

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Charlie Weasley had never before seen the Malfoy manor. He had never seen anything so grand in his entire life, even though he lived across the street from the Romanian Prime Minister.

It was a bright Saturday morning and it had been a week since he had seen Narcissa at the wedding.

He slowly walked up to the door and knocked three times. He could feel the strong magic warding the house and the energy emanating from the protection charms.

He would have never come on his own accord, but Narcissa�s letter had invited him to the house, and she was just too beautiful a woman to say no to.

A perky house-elf wearing a pink dress answered the door. Charlie found it odd that a house-elf would be wearing clothes, but shrugged it off.

�Are you Mistress� guest?� the house-elf squeaked.

�Yes,� Charlie replied.

�Come in, sir. She has been expecting you.�

Charlie followed the house-elf into the massive foyer. He suppressed a jaw-drop as took in his surroundings.

Before the house-elf could disappear from his sight, he followed her up the stairs and through the elegant halls of the manor. Expensive portraits and paintings looked down at him as he passed. He was surprised the house hadn�t imploded upon receiving a Weasley.

They climbed two more sets of stairs and reached the third floor.

A door to his right opened and Hermione walked out.

�Charlie!� she gasped and closed the door immediately behind her.

�HERMIONE!� A voice yelled from inside the room. �Why did you close the door in my face? Let go of the doorknob!�

Hermione�s eyes betrayed her panic. �Quick,� she whispered to Charlie, �Go through those double doors right now.� She pointed to the doors that led to Narcissa�s wing.

Charlie eyed her curiously and did as was told, since she was looking at him with desperation as she slowly began losing the grip on the door.

Hermione watched him disappear from the hall and the minute he was out of sight, she let go of the doorknob.

Draco stood on the other side, catching himself before falling over. �What the hell was that about?� he asked.

�What was what about?� she asked, looking innocent.

�You shut me into your wing,� he said, with an eyebrow quirked.

�No I didn�t. I think the door got stuck. You know how old this manor is�it was bound to happen eventually,� Hermione said with ease.

Draco looked back down to the doorknob and shrugged. �Come on, I�m hungry,� he said and took her hand to go down to the dining room.

Hermione let out a breath and followed him. That was one crisis she had gratefully avoided. Or so she thought�

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�Charlie, how lovely to see you,� Narcissa greeted the handsome man standing in her living room.

She extended her hand to him which he deftly brought up to his lips. �You look gorgeous as ever, Narcissa,� he said.

Narcissa smiled and gestured to the couch in her living room. �Please do sit, Charlie. I thank you for coming.�

�Trust me, it�s my utmost pleasure. Although Hermione didn�t seem too keen to see me.�

�You ran into her?�

�Yeah, she seemed to want to get rid of me pretty quickly,� he mentioned.

A house-elf dressed in purple overalls offered a tray of drinks to Charlie, who took one with a nod of thanks.

�Oh�� Narcissa mused. �Well, um, Charlie I know you�re in the Order and that you know of my son.�

�Yeah, I know he lives here,� he replied.

�Yes, well�I haven�t really told him about you.�

�What�s to tell? It�s not like we�ve done anything...yet,� he added.

Narcissa blushed at his playful smirk.

�Are you afraid he wouldn�t approve?� Charlie asked.

�Well, yes. He�s dealt with a lot in his young life and he feels a certain responsibility over me�a certain need to protect me,� she said softly.

�I would never do anything to hurt you, Narcissa,� said Charlie, putting his drink down.

Narcissa smiled. �I know that, but I�m not sure Draco will be so understanding. I�ve actually asked Hermione to talk to him for me. She could perhaps set the stage for what I�m sure will be a greatly energized discussion.�

�Why would Hermione have any influence over him?� Charlie asked.

�Because she�s his love,� said Narcissa casually.

�His love?� Charlie asked with a disbelieving smile.

�Yes; lovers, a couple, girlfriend/boyfriend, whatever you wish to call it,� said Narcissa.

�Holy hell. Do Harry and Ron know?� he asked.

�No, I don�t believe so. Today is her day off and I think she�s going to her friend Isabelle�s house later tonight.�

Charlie shook his head with wonder. �Knowing my brother, he�s not going to enjoy this news.�

�Isn�t he on his honeymoon?� Narcissa asked.

�Yes, but I�m sure Harry will inform him upon first notice.�

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�Draco, love, I think you should sit down,� Hermione said calmly, leading Draco to one of the couches in the drawing room.

Draco sat down and pulled her to sit in his lap, kissing her cheek before she could protest.

�Ok, I don�t even know how to begin this,� she said, running a hand over her face.

�What�s wrong, pet?� he asked, taking in her distressed features.

�Nothing really, it�s just, there�s something you need to know.�

Draco�s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. �Why are you so nervous? Just tell me.�

�Well, um, now, you can�t overreact, Draco, and please try and keep your emotions in check.�

Draco nodded slowly and gestured for her to go on.

Hermione took a deep breath before quickly saying, �Charlie Weasley and your mother met at Ron�s wedding and they really hit it off.�

Draco looked at her with an eyebrow quirked, his trademark confused stared.

�And I think that they are somewhat of an item now and he�s here at the manor right now in her wing.�

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Narcissa and Charlie stood side-by-side at the large window overlooking the garden from her living room.

�That over there is the Malfoy Hedge Maze, it�s been here since the manor was built,� Narcissa pointed out.

�Good God, that thing looks complicated from up here,� Charlie said, his eyes following the many turns and swirls of the maze.

�Only three Malfoys have ever found the middle and I�m proud to say Draco is one of them.�

�Smart boy,� Charlie commented. �Gets it from his mother, I�m sure.�

�Oh stop, no need for flattery,� Narcissa said with a laugh.

Charlie turned to look at her. She was prettier than any woman he had ever met or seen. She made models look hideous and nothing showed her true age of forty. Narcissa looked younger than him at his ripe age of 28.

Narcissa looked back at him. He stood a few inches taller than her and she could smell his musky cologne, he was standing so close.

In a risky move, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers softly.

BANG!

The door to the living slammed open causing Narcissa and Charlie to jump apart, her cheeks expressing a rouge splay.

Draco stood in the doorway glaring at the two of them standing by the window.

Hermione stood behind him putting a hand on his arm to try and calm him down. But her action was futile.

Draco was angry and if looks could kill, Charlie would have been singing show tunes with Hades in the underworld.

�Uh oh,� Narcissa breathed.

She couldn�t have expressed a truer statement.
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