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Beyond the Pale	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 81362 -:- Recommendations : 11 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Voices were whispering in Hermione’s head. What in Merlin’s name was going on? She cracked her eyes open to see that the voices weren’t in her head. They were in the room…and coming from Severus and Melody. In fact, her parents were hovering over her, concern etched in their faces. She realized that she was lying in a crumpled heap in the floor. Why was she in the floor again?

“See Sev,” Melody whispered. “She’s coming to. I told you.”

Severus pursed his lips and continued to stare at her. “Are you alright little one?”

Hermione blinked rapidly as her vision wavered a bit. “Why-“ Her eyes widened in shock. Her throat felt like she’d swallowed razor blades. It was similar to when she’d drank Draco’s blood. Draco. Her head spun with memories of her claiming.

“Easy,” Melody said a bit frantic when Hermione started to sway again. “It’s the venom. There’s enough swimming through your veins right now to turn three people.”

“Hurts,” Draco mumbled.

Hermione jumped, realizing that she was still lying on top of him, tangled within his limbs. They were both covered in blood, evidence of newly healed cuts and scratches. Her whole body ached but it was a good ache. In fact, it was so good, she wanted to do it again…if only the burning would go away. She rubbed her throat trying to sooth it.

“Here,” Severus said softly as he handed them each a tall clear glass brimming with blood. “This will carry you over until you can work some of that lust out of your systems. We’ll come back in a few hours and take you hunting. Just…try not to break each other’s bones this time.

“I broke her bones?” Draco asked warily. He looked like he was about to be sick.

“It’s normal,” Melody said quickly. “Your bones are harder to break now, but even so, a sharp blow will shatter them. Sev and I came up and put you back to rights so you wouldn’t heal wrong. You’ve been out about an hour.”

“That’s normal?” Draco asked, his voice unnaturally high.

“It is for a vampire,” Severus said gravely. “We’ll be going now. Should you need some more blood, simply tap the side of the glass and say ‘another.’ The glass will refill until our stores are gone. Bagged blood isn’t the most nourishing meal, but you two can’t be trusted to leave just yet.”

Hermione crawled off Draco as soon as her parents left. She could feel it, the tightness in her muscles reminiscent to a good hard workout. She was glad she wasn’t experiencing any pain in other more sensitive regions though. She still desperately wanted Draco and the ache had only been increasing since she had come to.

“I’m sorry,” Draco whispered after a while.

“Why?” Hermione asked. “We knew what was going to happen.”

Draco ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Hermione, I have never, ever hurt a woman before. I refuse to be like my father.”

Hermione reached over and grabbed his face, forcing him to look up at her. “You aren’t like him. You stopped and apologized for Merlin’s sake! Why would you think you’re like him?”

Draco sighed and placed his large hand over hers. “You have met my father, haven’t you?”

Hermione chuckled. “I have, actually. I believe I was at the business end of his wand not too long ago.”

Draco grunted. “What happened that night?”

Hermione sighed and pulled him up to come sit with her on the bed. Then she curled up in his arms and stared at the wall as she recounted that night at the Ministry. “Harry had a vision…his godfather, Sirius, was being held hostage at You-Know-Who’s command to retrieve a prophesy about he and Harry. It was false. Sirius was never in any danger but Harry didn’t know that. You probably know this, but the only person who can retrieve a prophesy from the hall of prophesies is the one about whom it is made.”

Draco nodded. “Yes, I knew that. So, Potter thought he’d barge in, save the day, and retrieve the prophesy all in one fell swoop.”

“That’s about the jest of it. Only, there was no Sirius to save. We didn’t even know about the prophesy beforehand. Your father was there to intercept us. We fought as hard as we could but we were…grossly outmatched. I took a hex from Dolohov and was out for a portion of the fight. I had only just gotten out of the hospital wing when you found me in the library. Anyway, the Order showed up and tipped the balance in our favor but not before Sirius was thrown into the veil by your Aunt Bellatrix. No one saw mother yank him back out, either. You-Know-Who showed up and tried to possess Harry…but he couldn’t. He can’t touch something as full of love as Harry is. It hurts him.”

Draco hummed. “So Potter fought the Dark Lord and won…temporarily. Did he or did he not get the prophesy?”

Hermione let out a hysterical laugh. “That’s just it. He did…but he dropped it and it broke. Turns out Dumbledore was the one to whom the prophesy was made. He’d known it all this time. Harry’s the one you know, the Chosen One, the only one who can defeat You-Know-Who.”

Draco snorted. “I figured as much. But why didn’t that blasted old fool tell Potter that in the first place? Why leave him susceptible to the Dark Lord’s manipulations?”

Hermione sighed. “He said it was because he didn’t want to place anymore burdens on Harry. Load of rubbish, that. Harry’s already got a full plate. Clarifying it wouldn’t make any difference.”

Draco was silent for a long time, simply stroking Hermione’s arms, sides, anything he could get his hands on really. Finally, he let out a sad sigh. “Dumbledore has to die.”

“I know,” Hermione whispered.

“I’m not sure I can kill him.”

“I know.”

“I’ve decided that I’m going to be a spy,” Draco said finally. “The Dark Lord has ruined my father, my family, and now me. I won’t have him ruin you. You’re mine now. Mine and no one else’s…for eternity.”

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat. That declaration had her clenching in anticipation for some reason. Draco had apparently sensed her sudden arousal, for he shifted them to where he was now on top of her, gently kissing her neck. He nipped and sucked at her collarbone, leaving red marks that disappeared minutes later.

She ran her hands through his shaggy hair, luxuriating in the silky tresses and enjoying his ministrations. They weren’t tender by any means, but they were most welcome. She jumped as his fingers prodded her entrance, testing her readiness. It was absurd now that she thought about it. Since she had been turned, she always seemed ready. Satisfied that she wanted this, he guided his rock hard member inside her.

“Damn it Hermione,” Draco groaned. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stay away from you.”

Hermione moaned as he hit the perfect spot inside her, making jolts of pleasure crash through her body. She couldn’t bring herself to talk, but she considered his words and decided she agreed. How on earth could they stop something so pleasurable? She didn’t ever want him to leave. A hard thrust had her screaming out in ecstasy, begging for more, harder, faster, anything.

Draco snarled in her ear and rammed his cock inside her as hard as he could, pinching her clit at the same time. She went over, yelling his name to the heavens and begging him not to stop. He complied, thrusting at the same frenzied pace, confessing his darkest secrets as he reamed her pussy.

“Fuck Hermione, you are such a fucking minx. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck you? In third year when you punched me, I wanked three times before I could calm down. During the ball in fourth year, I had to sneak out and wank every hour. Last year, I snuck into your DA meeting and wanked while I watched you train.”

“How?” Hermione hissed. His words had brought her almost to her peak again.

Draco chuckled darkly and accentuated his words with timed thrusts. “I know quite a few hiding spells. You. Were. Amazing.”

Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head as she went over again, her muscles straining and contracting with her release. Gods, had he really wanted her since third year?

“Why didn’t you say something?” she asked weakly.

Draco snorted and slammed into her a few times before pulling out and dragging her up the bed. He turned her around forcefully. “Hold onto the headboard.”

She complied, scrambling for purchase as he lined his cock up and pushed in again. The new angle made her shiver, her body not nearly as fatigued as it should be. It was crying out for more.

“Do you have any idea how much trouble I would have been in if anyone knew how much I wanted you? So I took to pushing you as far away from me as possible.”

Hermione moaned as he whirled his hips around, touching places she didn’t know she possessed. The pleasure combined with his confessions had her deepest secret yet spilling from her mouth. “I-oh gods-I…I wanted you too.”

Draco stopped momentarily, stunned by the truth out. Then he smiled, a genuine heartfelt smile and flipped over, lying on his back. He pulled her on top of him, positioning her over his cock before jerking her down on top of him. He groaned as her heat engulfed him again.

“Why would you want me? I was horrible to you.”

Hermione was trembling from the new position. She wasn’t sure what to do but she swore his cock grew an extra inch like this. She tilted her hips experimentally and moaned at the sensations. A tentative whirl had them both panting. She lifted herself up and then fell back down, grinding her pelvis against him. Oh Merlin, Morgana, Circe, and the Fates, this was the best yet! She continued her pace as she thought back to the time she was first attracted to him.

“I remember…oooh…watching you in transfiguration…mmm. You managed to turn your rat into a water goblet the first time you tried. I was impressed. You looked so sure of yourself, so confident. I didn’t exactly like you…but I started noticing more.”

Draco smirked. “So you are attracted to my power then?” He lifted her up and then yanked her down brutally, making her cry out and shiver.

“Y-y-yes!” Hermione shouted. “Oh gods you were amazing, always in control. Then in fourth year, you came out of the loo at the ball and your hair was all mussed. You looked amazing.”

Draco laughed. “I remember that. You stared at me and I almost got hard all over again. I called you a horrible name just to make you stop.”

Hermione giggled. “I just figured you were being a prat.”

Draco groaned as she snapped her hips forward and then backwards. “Gods, if I’d only known…we could have been doing this a long time ago.”

Hermione keened as he thrust up at the same time she ground down on him. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her down to give her a brutal kiss, thrusting harder and harder as she met him stroke for stroke. His finger managed to wiggle its way between them and mashed her clit. Her wail of completion was swallowed by his lips. Pleasure wracked her body and she fell limply onto his chest. A few frantic thrusts later and he screamed out his release, her name on his lips.

“Yes,” Draco breathed some time later. “Definitely could have done this much sooner.”

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Damn her throat hurt. She didn’t know how long they’d been in the room, but the blood had run out some time ago. She dragged herself out of bed and zipped to the loo. Draco was hot on her heels, pinning her to the wall in the shower. He hadn’t let her up since they’d come to after their claiming. She could hardly blame him for it, as she was more than willing. The venom seemed to make them both impervious to pain and perpetually aroused.

She turned the taps on and let the warm water run over her blood flecked skin. It stung in a few places, her body running out of blood to heal the multiple bites and scratches in a timely manner. She was allowed to completely wet her hair before Draco hit his limit. He slammed his lips over hers, nipping and sucking and thrusting his tongue in her mouth.

They kissed for a few moments before she felt his hands come up underneath her, lifting her to his waist. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him and drew him closer. He growled, sliding his rock hard cock back into her now thoroughly abused core. Again she was glad that they healed fast, or else she would have cried out for mercy by then.

“Fuck Hermione,” Draco croaked as he pulled out and thrust in again quickly. “My throat is killing me but I can’t stop.”

“Me either,” Hermione moaned as he whirled his hips. “How in Merlin-OH- are we going to-AAAH- stop?”

“Don’t know, don’t care,” Draco growled and slammed into her over and over, bringing them both to a quick climax.

They both hurried through the shower, fearing they wouldn’t be able to hold themselves back for very long. They toweled off and threw the door open, only to yelp and clutch onto each other. Their parents were stationed in front of the door. They looked tired, drawn, but determined to see whatever it was they were there for through.

“Time to eat,” Severus said softly.

“I-I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Hermione said timidly.

Melody snorted. “Your throat isn’t going to ease up any time soon.”

Draco growled. “We can’t control ourselves, damn it.”

Severus smirked. “That’s why we’ll be going to another club.”

Melody grinned. “The Kinky Groove. It’s practically a sex club. No one will think twice about you going at it in the loo…or the middle of the dance floor for that matter.”

“Get dressed and meet us downstairs,” Severus said and ushered Melody out of the doorway ahead of him.

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The Kinky Groove was everything Hermione wasn’t expecting. Then again, everything on this night was embarrassingly hilarious. She felt like laughing at every small thing, like the homeless man who had asked for money and the woman who tripped on her heels. Dressing had been a nightmare, caught between hysterical giggles and wanting to rip Draco’s clothes off and ravish him all over again. The burning in her throat was the only thing that had stayed her hands.

This place wasn’t helping her libido at all. People from all walks of life seemed to flock here; after a liberating sexual experience no doubt. In fact, she was certain there was a man humping a stuffed bunny rabbit in the corner. There was also someone in a giant lion costume wanking to some shadowy figure that was doing a lewd impersonation of a dog. This place was something else.

“Come on,” Severus said in her ear. “We’re going to the vamp room.”

“There is a vamp room?” Draco asked hoarsely.

“Yep,” Melody said happily. “For those who prefer blood play. Easy pickin’s. I’m surprised more actual vampires don’t know about it.”

“They’ll willingly give up their blood?” Hermione asked in shock.

Severus gave her a wicked smirk. “Don’t you know it’s every dirty girl’s dream to be suckled by a dangerous vampire?”

Hermione blushed. She did know actually. When she was little, she’d read Dracula and wondered what it would feel like to be Lucy. Of course, now she had her own personal vampire…and it was better than anything she could have dreamed of. Draco caught her embarrassment and grinned, sweeping her into his arms and snogging the life out of her.

“You’re sexy when you’re embarrassed,” he purred and slowly put her down, grinding his erection into her stomach as she eased down his body.

“Stop that and pay attention,” Severus snapped. “Food first or you’ll wear yourselves out and risk hurting someone.”

Properly chastised, they turned their attention to the smells around them. Most were unappetizing, smelling like moldy cheese and some combination of drugs that stung the nose. However, there was a group in the corner and they smelled delightful. Four women, all wearing fake fangs and sequined halter dresses three sizes too small. They looked and smelled nervous, which was like adding vinegar and salt to chips. Severus was the one to approach them.

“Good evening ladies,” he drawled in his silkiest voice, smirking when Melody shivered behind him. “I wonder if you’d care to be our…donors…for the night.”

“Oh, I, um,” the shy brunette he’d approached stuttered. It was obvious that she wasn’t a regular.

“Oh come on Diana, live a little,” her sandy blonde headed friend snapped. “We’d love to.”

“Wonderful,” Severus drawled and motioned them into a dark corner.

In no time at all, the quartet of vampires had them mesmerized, bitten, and slurped down. They were all carefully placed in a corner along with a discrete ward so that someone with ill intentions couldn’t bother them. One could never be too careful in a place like this. They left the vamp room, seeking a place that wasn’t quite so tempting.

The next room over was teaming with couples in leather, a tantalizing sight indeed. The music had a heavy and sensual beat, great for provocative dancing. Hermione was busy taking everything in. No one seemed to care about the couples in the corner in various states of undress and/or copulation. In fact, those watching were keeping a good distance, stroking themselves to the arousing sight. A strange feeling of belonging washed over her, which was a stark difference from her former self.

“Like it?” Draco asked in her ear.

His deep voice shot straight to her core, reminding her that the venom was still keeping her aroused. Now that her thirst had abated, there was nothing to distract her from the delicious sight of her…mate. Gods he looked amazing wearing leather trousers and a tight black t-shirt. She thought he’d look even better without the shirt and considered ripping it off him. He beat her to it, losing the shirt in record time and giving her a devilish smirk that made her want to snog it off. How in the hell did he know what she wanted?

“You are an open book, love,” Draco purred. “Now, where were we? Oh yes…kneel.”

Hermione shivered at the dark tone that promised punishment, the good kind. She couldn’t bring herself to disobey, hitting her knees and spreading them wide enough that others could look up her short skirt. He growled low in his throat at the sight which made her cream herself in anticipation. His smug chuckle aggravated her.

She got a deliciously wicked idea then. She was going to take back control. She gave him a sexy smirk and quickly unzipped his trousers before he could stop her. His sudden intake of breath pleased her, as did his lack of pants. A thick and glistening cock greeted her eyes and she licked her lips hungrily. She wanted to make him lose control just like he had the first time she tasted him.

Draco snarled as she ran her tongue over the tip of his weeping member. His hands shook in an effort to keep from grabbing her hair and wrenching her forward to swallow him. Seeing that he was affected, she proceeded to lick every inch of his hardened length, placing gentle suckling kisses as she went. He groaned, loving the feel of her lips on him but hating her for her teasing. She smirked and took just the tip in his mouth. A loud moan erupted from his lips, followed by a trembling hand in her hair. She could feel his approval in her blood, spurring her on and making her arousal even worse. She had soaked her knickers and could feel her juices starting to run down her thighs as she took him further in her mouth.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Melody whispered.

Severus answered his mate’s soft gasp with a growl. He pounced on her, throwing her down on a nearby table and ripping her knickers off before thrusting into her. Hermione caught this out of the corner of her eye and moaned at the sight. Her parents always had so much passion when they went at each other. She realized Draco was shaking all over now. Her moans had caused delicious vibrations that went straight to his balls.

“Gonna come,” Draco said softly and held her head in place as he shot his load.

Hermione jumped in surprise but dutifully swallowed down the sticky substance. She’d discussed the flavor of cum several times with her friends and they’d always said it was salty with a sour twang. Draco, however, tasted amazing, like the muggle he’d just drank from. It had to be a vampire thing. Body fluids just didn’t taste the same anymore, including tears. She licked her lips, savoring the flavor for a moment before she was jerked up by her hair and thoroughly snogged.

Moans and whimpers filled her ears and Draco mercifully let her go so she could figure out where they were coming from. It was her mother. Severus was thrusting into her over and over again, moving the table as he went. She shivered at the sight, remembering how it felt to be pummeled into oblivion.

Sensing her thoughts, Draco yanked her backwards to sit on another table. He pulled her down on top of him, her back plastered to his chest so she could still see. He pushed her legs on either side of his so that she was splayed wide. The cool air hit her damp thong and made her shudder. Warmth replaced the coolness as she felt Draco’s fingers gently rub over her throbbing center.

“You like watching, don’t you?” Draco purred in her ear as he continued to stroke her over her knickers. “It makes you wet. You are a naughty little thing, aren’t you? I can smell you, so ripe. Do you want me to stroke your needy little cunt?”

Hermione moaned as he continued to mutter a stream of raunchy suggestions in her ear; his fingers continuously stroking her while her eyes were glued to her parents. Her legs trembled with her impending orgasm. One flick to her clit sent her over, her wails of ecstasy drowned out by the loud music.

Before she could come down, Draco ripped her knickers off and plunged two fingers into her core, fucking her furiously with his fingers and manipulating her into a second climax just as Melody cried out her release. Severus didn’t stop and neither did Draco, adding another finger and his thumb circling her clit as she watched her father turn Melody on her stomach and take her from behind. Her third orgasm had her seeing spots.

Draco removed his fingers and twisted her around so her face was on the table, bare arse exposed to the entire club. She hardly cared, pleading and begging for him to take her while several of the club patrons looked on appreciatively. Take her he did, hard and fast, bruising her hips as they banged against the edge of the table. The pain was more discernible now but was quickly translating to pleasure, no doubt the work of the venom and her own blossoming masochistic nature. Her peak was coming quickly but she didn’t want to go without him this time.

“Come for me pet,” Draco whispered in her ear as he slammed into her a few more times.

She let go and let her pleasure ride over her, clenching around his rock hard cock that had now started thrusting erratically in her. His feral growl made her shiver, his climax and approval of her washed over her. It was better than obeying any order and she could see in that moment why Melody had stayed despite Severus’s harsh treatment. That moment of bliss, when the world was gone and all that was left was the adoration, it was indescribable.

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“We need to get you to the Burrow,” Severus said softly.

Hermione groaned and buried her head in Draco’s chest. They had arrived back home at dawn after having fed a few more times and fucked more than a few times. There wasn’t a room at the Kinky Groove they didn’t christen, including the vamp room. The venom had barely begun to subside, her desire for her mate tempered by exhaustion that would only disappear through meditation. Still, she wanted him again…and again.

“She’s not going,” Draco hissed. “She’s mine and she’s staying here.”

Severus raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘would you like to bet’ and trained his eyes on Hermione. “They’ll be frantic with worry if she’s not there.”

Hermione frowned. “But-but they know I’m with you and Melody.”

“Do they?” Severus asked innocently.

Hermione’s eyes almost bugged out of her head. “You obliviated them?”

“Well, not everyone,” Melody countered. She was lying on the sofa, her body give out from the strain of healing from the attack and Severus’s vigorous onslaught at the club. “Potter and Lupin are aware of precisely what happened. However, since that fucking mutt couldn’t keep his flaps shut if I cast a permanent sticking charm on them, we decided it was best to remove his memories of my presence. Since his are gone, we couldn’t very well leave the children and Molly’s memories intact.”

“So why leave Potter and Lupin aware?” Draco growled.

Melody sighed. “Because they know who and what I am…and what Hermione is as well. Both were willing to keep it to themselves and I see no reason to doubt them. They haven’t betrayed Hermione yet and I don’t foresee it happening in the future either. She’ll need support…and someone to explain why she’ll be spending her day alternating between giggling hysterically and masturbating frantically. That venom won’t wear off until tomorrow at the earliest.”

Draco scowled. “Then why can’t they just say she was staying with her parents.”

Severus sighed. “Because she made it quite clear when she first arrived that she wanted to get away from the place. To go back on that now would raise suspicions…and there is only so much an obliviate can cover.”

Draco tightened his arms around Hermione. “I don’t want her to go.”

Hermione couldn’t help the soft smile she gave him. She knew it was just the venom and the vampire traits talking, but it was nice to be wanted. Still, she really did have to go and she wasn’t his possession any more than he was hers. Although, her instincts were telling her different. They wanted to keep him beside her and never let go. It was frightening in its intensity.

“I don’t want to go, either,” Hermione said softly. “But, I must. Remus and I just called a truce and hopefully, now that he knows the truth, he’ll keep Sirius away from me.”

Severus’s eyes glittered at the mention of Sirius. “Speaking of the mongrel, I wonder if you could deliver a little something for me.”

“What?” Hermione asked warily. She knew he would get his revenge but she wasn’t so sure she wanted in on it.

“Just a little powder,” Severus said a bit too innocently.

Hermione frowned. “What does it do?”

“It will just…interrupt…his sleeping patterns.”

Melody snorted. “He means it will cause specific nightmares. Most likely, I will be the star in those nightmares.”

“The star how?” Hermione asked, more curious than anything. After all, a few dreams never hurt anyone…unless they were Harry.

Melody smiled. “Let’s just say that I’ll finally get my revenge and I won’t even harm a hair on his head.”

Hermione closed her eyes in thought. Honestly, what harm could it do? She was sure there was more to it than that but she couldn’t deny her mother the revenge she had wanted for so long. Still, she would be responsible if something went wrong. She wasn’t about to take Harry’s godfather away. He’d almost gone round the bend the last time he thought he lost Sirius.

“Relax,” Draco cooed. “I’m guessing it’s lover’s revenge?”

Severus nodded.

“Then he’ll be fine…well, physically,” Draco amended. “The powder is designed to torment the intended person in their dreams. He’ll see what Melody had to go through when he dumped her. The nightmares will stop when he feels remorse.”

Hermione frowned again. “But-but won’t he know about Severus then?”

Severus nodded. “In normal applications, he would. However, I have engineered it so that I have a minimal part in the big picture. It will show me saving her and staying with her during her turning, but it won’t show my turning. “

“Besides,” Melody took over. “They’re just dreams. He can still feel remorse for his actions without knowing if his dreams are true.”

Hermione nodded. It made sense. If Sirius could see the pain he caused her, then he would hopefully feel remorse for his actions. What if he believed them to be completely true though? How much of the night before did he remember?

She cleared her throat tentatively. “How-um-how much did you oblivate?”

“He remembers everything up to when you jumped off the couch to get to Melody. After that, he collects Potter and leaves,” Severus said softly. “You are wondering if he would put two and two together?”

Hermione nodded. “What if he tries to track her down?”

Melody bit her lip. “Logically, he’d go to Severus, since he was the last to see me alive…and supposedly dead. No one else would even remember me, except maybe McGonagall and Dumbledore…perhaps Slughorn. I heard he’s bringing the walrus back this year as well but Sirius was shit at potions so he’d probably steer clear.”

Hermione’s brow furrowed. “What would they each say?”

“Well, let’s see,” Melody said softly. “McGonagall would accuse him of being a fruitcake. She saw me outside at all hours my seventh year. Slughorn would say the same, since my final year project was brewed using several silver utensils. Dumbledore…well, I’m not sure.”

“We can assume he’d brush him off,” Severus said bitterly. “After all, he can’t afford having his spy outed.”

“So you then,” Hermione said, deftly skirting around the spy issue. After all, she wasn’t too happy with Dumbledore at the moment either. “How will you respond?”

Severus gave her a wicked grin. “We’ll have to see.”

“That’s where your revenge comes in,” Hermione breathed and cringed a bit when he nodded. She wasn’t sure why she was expecting anything else though. She almost felt bad for Sirius in that moment. Almost. Still, perhaps if he felt remorse, then Melody could move on. She nodded to herself, agreeing to the plan.

“Alright. I’ll do it. What do I have to do?”

“Simply hold the container in your hand and blow it into his face,” Severus directed and gave her a little disk with a lid. She could see the lavender colored powder inside it. “Pretend you’re sneezing and he’ll be none the wiser.”

Hermione nodded again. “Okay. Suppose we should be heading back though.”

“No,” Draco snapped. “Stay.”

She felt the order in her chest, the constriction and pressure as she willfully disobeyed her mate. It had to be done though. She couldn’t think only of herself, as much as she wanted to. It was hurting her, to disobey so early in their relationship. It was with a heavy heart that she shook her head, pink tears cascading down her cheeks from the pain.

“No Draco. I can’t stay. I’m sorry.”

Draco looked like he might start crying. He rubbed his chest, an obvious sign of discomfort. She didn’t understand it at all. Wasn’t she the one that was supposed to hurt? Surely he wouldn’t if it was his order. Why was he hurting?

Severus sighed. “Draco, it is best to let her go. It will only hurt you both in the end.”

“Why both?” Hermione choked out.

“It hurts you to disobey and the pain you feel because of your struggle in turn hurts him. It’s quite a…vicious circle.”

Draco sighed heavily. “Fine…but I want to see her off.”

“That’s dangerous,” Melody growled. “What if Remus scents you?”

Hermione cleared her throat. “Um, he knows I’m being claimed.”

“What?” the other three vampires in the room hissed.

Hermione sighed. “I told Harry everything…well, almost everything. He thinks Draco is a friend of Melody’s named Derik. Anyway, I was reading the mating book while he read up on vampires in general and everyone walked in. Remus isn’t stupid. He put two and two together quite quickly…but he seemed okay with it. I mean, as okay as a werewolf can be I guess.”

“Derik?” Draco asked incredulously.

Hermione sighed and rubbed her eyes in frustration. “Yes Derik. I couldn’t think of anything fast enough and it’s close enough to your name that should I slip, I could pass it off.”

Draco chuckled. “You’ve got a little Slytherin in you Granger.”

Hermione gave him a wicked smirk. “Not at the moment.”

Draco growled and yanked her down on top of him, releasing his cock from his trousers and entering her with one motion. He didn’t even bother to check if she was ready. The venom was doing a fabulous job of keeping her in that state already.

“There is now,” Hermione said with a gasp.

“It isn’t that little,” Draco said with a half groan.

Hermione moaned when he lifted her up and pulled her down again, grinding up into her. “No, not little at all.”

“Severus,” Melody groaned. “They’re fucking again.”

Severus chuckled. “I can see that.”

“But they’re going to make me horny again.”

“Well,” Severus drawled and drew her into his lap. “I’m sure I can…assist…you with that.”

Hermione dimly registered her mother’s cries of pleasure over the roaring in her own ears. She’d lost count of how many times Draco had taken her already. Nothing mattered in that moment except wanting him again and again. How on earth was she going to function without him?

The venom would course through her veins for at least another twelve hours, if not longer. Apparently, there was no telling exactly how they would react. Drinking venom infected blood had weakened her, leaving her subject to a horribly burning throat and a week’s worth of weakness. Should she be injected during a fight, it would react the same way, leaving the injected sight sore and aching. However, an injection through claiming, that invigorated her, leaving her giddy and constantly aroused.

Draco sensed her thoughts flowing away from him and bit her shoulder, sipping on her blood and causing a whole new burning sensation to roar through her. Apparently the bite was quite pleasurable, or at least Draco’s was. She felt her muscles start to tense, the bubble inside her on the edge of bursting. Knowing that they had to make this short, she sunk her fangs in his neck, sucking out a mouthful of his addicting blood. He let loose with a howl, thrusting up sharply and hitting the perfect spot to make her come apart.

She wasn’t sure how long they lay there in each other’s arms, breathing deeply and meditating but the unmistakable clearing of her father’s throat brought her back to reality. She sighed and got up, hissing when his cock slid out of her, and put herself to rights.

“When will you come back?” Draco sighed, tucking himself back in his trousers.

“I’ll fetch her tonight,” Severus assured both of them before taking her arm and walking her outside.

They apparated to the edge of the Burrow wards and walked the rest of the way in. Hermione was in a foul mood, the venom making her testy because she was separated from her mate. She was torn, angry at herself for becoming so attached to Draco so quickly and angry because she’d ran so quickly after his turning. She was angry that she’d contacted her mother in the first place when she could have just ignored Sirius and made it necessary for her father to clean up her mess. That was twice now that he’d bailed her out. Lastly, she was pissed off because she had done nothing but hide.

“Being angry is not a crime,” Severus said softly. “However, wallowing in that anger only makes one sink further into despair.”

“So you’re a philosopher now?” Hermione snapped.

“Hardly,” Severus snorted. “I just remember being in your shoes.”

Hermione sighed heavily. “How hard was it? I mean, you wanted Lily and you couldn’t have her, no matter what. You had Melody and despite your friendship, you didn’t know her…not truly. Then you both were…forced into a relationship.”

Severus shook his head. “It was exceedingly difficult at first but I prefer not to think of it as force, but rather a fated meeting.”

Hermione scoffed. “Fate is a fucking joke.”

Severus gave a hearty laugh. “Ah, if I had a knut for every time I thought that, I’d be richer than Lucius.”

“Well, it is,” she pouted and crossed her arms.

“Perhaps. However, looking back, I realized that I would have never been happy…truly happy…with Lily. Our relationship was strained at the best of times and she did not understand my way of thinking. Melody, on the other hand, understands self-preservation and the cunning it takes to achieve it. She is also a dark creature, and realizes the pull of the Dark Arts for me. She…kept me from going completely under, I’d imagine.”

“Are you truly happy with Melody though?”

Severus pursed his lips in thought. “Despite everything…I believe I am.”

“Then why not tell her? Severus, she’s of the mind that she is only your possession, a play toy that you are rather protective of.”

He sighed. “I-Hermione, I am not a man prone to Gryffindoric outbursts of emotion.”

She shook her head. “It’s three simple words father. They aren’t going to suddenly turn you into a Hufflepuff to utter them. In fact, I believe that they might enhance your relationship.”

Severus was quiet for a long while, their journey up to the Burrow at human speed giving them time to ponder. Finally he gave in and asked, “how so?”

She smiled, knowing she had him. “Have you ever noticed her clamming up? Perhaps she’s distant with you…or plastic in her-er-um-bedroom antics?”

He narrowed his eyes. “How did you know that?”

“I didn’t have to. Severus, she does whatever you want to please you. She’s terrified to speak her mind about your relationship because she is afraid it will push you further away from her. She is certain that although you care for her in some capacity, it isn’t love. She desperately wants it, to know that one person wants her in the way that a man wants a wife.”

He snorted. “For all points and purposes, she is my wife.”

“Then bloody well tell her that! From her point of view, she’s a live in sex-doll. Can’t you see how bitter she is? For fucks sake, you deserve each other on that notion alone.”

“She deserves better.”

Hermione rubbed the bridge of her nose in frustration. “Maybe she does Severus, but she got you, or as much of you as you dare to give her. I want to keep her confidence but I’m afraid that if I do, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Why?” Severus asked and stopped them by the tree outside the Burrow.

They were both clearly visible to the house now but it was barely half past seven, much too early for any real activity to go on. Harry and Sirius wouldn’t show for hours yet and she could smell that Remus was nowhere near. The house was quiet so she figured that they had a few more moments to talk. She only hoped she was doing the right thing.

“Severus, how did you feel when Lily died?”

He drew back in shock and perhaps hurt that she’d asked such a bold question.

“Just answer it…truthfully. I must know.”

Severus hissed in anger. “I wanted to die too! I couldn’t live with myself knowing that…that it was I who first drew the Dark Lord’s attention to her. Then Albus made me swear to protect Potter and I lived only for that purpose.”

“Did you ever live for Melody?” Hermione asked, tears threatening to leak down her face. “Did you ever, for once, ask yourself how she was feeling?”

Severus nodded, too choked up to speak, though his aloof mask was still in place. She could smell his turmoil.

“After Lucius took her, then. You realized how attached to her you had become.”

He nodded again and turned away. She let him, knowing that this would be hard for him to hear. “Did you ever stop to think that maybe, perhaps, she’d feel the same way about you if you were to die?”

He spun around, his eyes wide in shock. She pressed on though. “Because if that happens, there will be no Dumbledore to make her promise to live…and I’m not sure I’ll be able to get to her in time to stop her.”

“No,” Severus whispered.

She nodded. “Her life has been anything but pleasant Severus, just as yours was. She might have had the love of her father, but she was raised by vampires, menaced by at least one to become their mate, and forced to turn after miscarrying and a failed attempt on her own life. I have no doubt that she would have tried again if you hadn’t interfered. In fact, all she’s done for years is live for you. If you take that away, she has nothing left. Not really. Especially now that Alex has his mate.”

He fell to his knees in despair, broken at the thought that his mate would take her own life. Hermione knelt beside him and simply rubbed his back. Now she was sure she had done the right thing. He needed to know, if only to talk her out of it.

“You mustn’t punish her for her thoughts father. Just…I know you love her. I know you’d do anything to save her should she be hurt. What are three words of truth compared to hell for eternity? You know, I don’t think love it weakness at all. Rather, the ability to love is the greatest strength there is. After all, your heart is the most precious gift to give…and without the guarantee of a return, perhaps the most dangerous thing to give as well. What could be more courageous than to risk letting someone else crush it on the off chance that you’ll receive the same in return?”

Severus, his head still bowed, curtain of hair surrounding him, placed his hand on hers, stilling it at his shoulder. “How does one so young become so wise?”

Hermione gave him a soft smile. “I’m hardly wise father. I just call it as I see it. I must go now. Go to her. Tell her.”

“What if she doesn’t believe me?”

Hermione sighed. “Then you make her believe you. I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Severus nodded and stood up, completely composed now. “And your mating with Draco?”

She gave him a weak smile. “We’ve agreed to work on it. I can’t ask for more than that.”

He nodded. “Give him time Hermione. There is much more to him than meets the eye.”

“We’ll see Severus. I’ll keep an open mind, but the past just won’t erase itself after a night of bliss.”

He smirked. “Mere bliss?”

She flushed horribly. “Fine, the most mind blowing ecstasy I could ever fathom. Happy?”

He nodded smugly. “You feel the venom now, don’t you?”

“Yes!” She spat. “It’s bloody annoying.”

“Here,” he said softly as he handed her a black case. It was about a foot long, perhaps four inches thick and had a handle for carrying. “That should tide you over until tonight.”

Curious now, she popped the latched open and squeaked. Inside, there was an exact replica of Draco’s cock, only colored green and silver, a muggle vibrator, and a bottle of scented lube. Mortified, she snapped the case shut and tried to hand it back to a now thoroughly amused Severus.

“Oh no child, this is your gift. Draco had it commissioned especially for you. There is a note for you as well.”

Hermione took the folded parchment with a shaking hand after she set the case at her feet.

Granger,

Melody spoke of how insatiable we’d be after the claiming. I thought you could use this in my absence. This one, if you haven’t noticed, is an exact replica of my fine tool. After all, can’t have you thinking of anyone else’s cock, now can I? It’s special though. Simply say ‘locomotor draconis’ and you’ll see for yourself. You might want to put a silencing charm up.

Have fun,

Your mate

Hermione quickly pocketed the note, now redder than a Weasley’s hair and snatched the case up. “I’ll get him for this.”

Severus chuckled. “I can’t wait. See you tonight child.”

“Until then father,” Hermione said tightly and bound upstairs to put her new toys away…and under several layers of wards to keep it hidden.

AN: HA HA. You didn't honestly think I was going to tame Draco, did you? Of course not. Show of hands, who wants to know what special feature the Draco dildo has? From now on, this fic will be nice and smutty...with some plot. I know right? Who wants plot? Anyways...I'm sorry this one took so long guys. I'm wiped out...but you managed to hit my number so I'm posting it tonight. It might not be as polished as my other chapters, so keep a whether eye on it and let me know if you find any problems. Thanks to everyone for your kind reviews. They kept me going when I wanted to smack my head against the wall. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time...love you guys.

(oh, and for those of you reading Fooling Fate, I'll be posting that chapter tomorrow)
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