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Blood on the Ground	By : pepperdoc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15292 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Harry shook Draco hard, he was frightened and wanted the pale wizard at his side for the coming battle he sensed. “Malfoy. I need you now.” Harry said.

Draco’s eyes opened, groggily. “Whaizit?” He asked, his throat feeling full of fuzz.

“I need you awake. I feel someone is near. Get up.”

Draco sat up, forced himself to stand. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stared hard at the Boy Who Lived. “Speak.”

Harry sighed, then told Draco, “There is silence. Silence like when Ron came close, but no growls or anything. He has tensed, and I don’t know what he can hear. We’re in danger, I can feel it.”

Draco grabbed his wand and debated waking Hermione and ordering her to pack everything in case they needed to flee. He knelt next to the small witch who was in possession of his heart and smoothed her unbound hair gently away from her face. Sighing, he began to shake her awake. She growled in irritation. “Get up. We may be on the run soon. Stay in here and pack, we’ll defend as long as we can.”

She sat up, looking groggy. “Time is it?”

“Near midnight. Come on, Malfoy.” Harry answered. His anxiety was increasing as they delayed. He turned and left the tent without waiting for an answer.

Draco followed after a gentle touch of Hermione’s face. She looked at him fearfully before he left.

Harry stood rigid, staring around the site, trying to understand the dread he was feeling. He felt the presence of some unknown and great darkness surrounding the area. He felt watched. Looking towards Ron, he noticed the wolf was lying still, but his ears were flicking all around him as though listening to something which Harry was unaware of.

The movement of the tent behind him broke his reverie.

Draco stood nearly a head taller than Harry, but was more slender. Harry’s thicker body was made for hard work or hard fights, whereas Draco’s was made to be inspiration for works of art, or a successful modeling career. Harry knew Draco could fight- not just in the Wizard ways, but in various kinds of fist fighting techniques they had learned under Moody’s tutelage. They had both learned to fight well, but to look at Draco’s frame, no one would ever believe it. They were both tensed, Draco’s shoulders were squared, and he held his arms slightly back from his body, fists clenched. Harry had his arms crossed and sternly looked around them for any sign of movement.

At first the silence around them was complete, and Draco began to wonder if the Scarhead was imagining things. The he heard a very quiet sniffing from near the tree where Ron was hanging from.

Neither of them jumped when there was a growl heard through the silence. Harry’s shoulders squared more fully and he loosened his arms in preparation. They looked toward each other and nodded, stepping away from one another and put five meters between them, as they had been taught. They held their wands, prepared to protect each other and Hermione- even in the face of their own death.

Draco became quickly impatient waiting for it to start. He knew that they were surrounded, but by what he did not know. There was a soft step carried by the breeze from his right. He said in a hard voice, “Well, come on then. Let’s go.”

There was a movement in the leaves next to him and he tensed, a wolf jumped into the clearing. It growled and leapt to attack him. Without thinking, Draco flashed his teeth and whipped his wand around to cast Crucio on the wolf as it flew towards him. The whines and yelps from the animal were difficult to forget. He ended the curse just as he stepped out of the way.

The wolf landed on the ground and panted in pain for a moment before shakily getting to its feet and howling. Draco used a levitating spell to throw this one into a nearby tree with a sickening crack.

The rest of the pack stepped into the clearing, three of them getting caught in the pressure traps. The pair were soon surrounded by at least a dozen growling wolves. Draco whistled loudly to get the attention of Lupin again and with a nod to Potter they began cursing the wolves around them. The lights from their wands lit the clearing in brilliant varying colored lights.

Harry froze some of the wolves which attacked him, others he used Sectumsempra to slice off ears if they went near the tent. There was little mercy from the wizards in this beginning skirmish of the Second Wizarding War. But at the same time, Harry’s morals were still intact, and he made sure to injure them only. Even those which he injured, the injuries were not as horrible as those which Draco threw.

A bone-chilling howl came from outside the grove of trees and the wolves paused, as though listening to it. Another wolf entered the clearing and stood in challenge to the others. He growled ferociously, his ears back and baring his fangs. Four of the biggest wolves went to attack the newcomer and the rest circled Harry and Draco, some bleeding, others limping, and the remaining were looking fearful.

The wolves attacked Harry first, Draco had plenty of time to react with his own Sectumsempra, he shook his wand quickly, slicing deeply into the wolf attacking Harry from behind and protecting him. Harry nodded to him in thanks and threw a bolt of lightning from his wand at a wolf next to him.

Draco’s wand was knocked from his hand by a wolf Harry knocked from his path. Not bothering to pick it up, he grabbed his next wolf from behind her jaw as she lunged and- using her own momentum- threw her into the embers of the fire. The embers flared under the fur of the she-wolf and she leapt up. Her smoldering fur stunk horribly, but in the heat of the battle, no one noticed.

He saw movement from the corner of his eye and turned in time to punch a wolf in the snout as it nearly had him.

As he turned, he saw Hermione exiting from the tent, carrying her bag. Her hair was tightly pulled back out of her eyes and she looked murderously beautiful in the flashes of light coming from Harry and Draco’s wands.

He was just about to shout for her to get back to safety when she waved her wand. She shouted something, but he didn’t hear her words. His joke about obscure curses occurred to him. He was right about her, that she was a dangerous witch. He saw her become enclosed in white light which first collapsed inwards and then shot outward from her extremities. All of the wolves in the area were suddenly encased in bubbles of water and began hovering a couple of feet in the air.

The tent was gone, the fire out and Ron’s net was gone, he fell to the ground with a solid smack. Apparently, she had done some complex magic, Ron was wrapped in ropes again, but the ropes were tied to tent posts and he could not get up. His human form would be trapped even tighter than his wolf form.

Hermione looked between the boys and asked, “Which one is Lupin? We need to find him. Touch your wand to the water and it’ll change to a cage.” Her tone seemed to be harsh.

“How long do we have?” Draco asked quickly.

“About a minute until they start passing out. A few more before they die.”

Harry and Draco walked forward without further discussion, realizing the time constraint. They were looking closely at the wolves as they passed. They transfigured the balls of water into cages as they passed. Hermione followed them, placing silencing charms around the cages so the wolves couldn’t communicate with any other wolves, including each other. “This one, I think,” Harry said approaching the only wolf which was not snapping at the sides of their watery cage. He was looking at them as calmly as he could with no air in his lungs.

Hermione peered closely at the wolf and nodded, she ended the curse, catching him with a levitating spell. The wolf took shaky breaths as he floated to the ground. He yelped as he landed raising one paw.

Hermione rushed over and looked at the wound. “A bite.” She grinned at her professor, “Good thing you’re already a wolf, right?” The wolf grinned at her. She healed his injury and turned to the boys. “And you two?” She put her hands on her hips, “Are you ok?”

Draco raised a brow and looked down at himself. No wounds that he could see. He looked to Harry and noticed a bit of blood on his ear. “Potter, you’ve got blood there,” He pointed.

Harry raised his hand and wiped at the blood. Hermione grabbed his shoulders and pulled him forward to look for a wound. She muttered a cleaning spell over his head and could see no injury. “Must have come from one of them,” Harry said with a vague gesture to the captured wolves.

“What will we do with…?” Draco nodded to Ron.

“Leave him. Obviously, we can’t hold him now.” Harry answered harshly.

The night was darkening. Hermione looked up and commented, “The moon is setting. Well, they probably were the first wave. Let’s get out of here.”

They Apparated to several locations before arriving at a cottage which Ron had not known about. Hermione had a hold of Lupin’s body so he could side-along with her. On their final arrival, she let him go and he gave himself a brisk shake and trotted off into the woods around the building. The cottage which stood before them was covered mostly in ivy, but the original stone structure could be seen through the leaves in some places. It was still very early morning, and dark, but the age of the place seemed to seep through its walls.

It was in the Black family, but had remained unused for centuries. Hermione had found it in an old contract and had kept it hidden from everyone except Draco. The wards would keep everyone except the remaining Black members out. However, Draco had a theory about being able to keep them out as well. “It’s called ownership, Potter. I’m a member of the Black family, and will remain so until I die, since my ‘treachery’ was revealed after I was already an adult. I can’t be blown off the family tree since I’m the last remaining male member. Even then, that’s a little iffy,” Draco was saying as they approached the cottage.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked.

Standing before the front door, Draco said “Quaero istam proprietatem. Mos maiorum meorum concedere?” The door creaked open. Draco grinned. He walked in and told them, “Please enter as my guests.”

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and broke out laughing. They walked inside, trying to contain their giggles at his formal request.

Draco told them to sit in the living room so he could have a look around for any potential threats. He looked through the house, counting bedrooms and demanding the house remove its’ dust and open its’ windows to the warm summer night. There was no reason to fear though, regardless of how long the house had remained dormant. Its’ wards were similar to those of the Manor, so nothing could enter without invitation of an owner.

“Three rooms. Two baths. When Lupin changes back, he can take one room, Hermione and I can share one and Harry can take the last. Everything is dusted and the windows are open. No danger signs, but don’t go poking around until we can have a look around in the morning.” Draco told them.

“How are you the last male member?” Harry asked again, curious.

“Well, the last direct male descendants were Sirius and Regulus. Sirius was blasted off in… the mid Seventies, I think and Regulus died the year before I was born. My Great Aunt did a lot of blasting off, from what I remember. All other descendants were female. So I’m the last male.” He shrugged. “It’s not that hard.”

“Are we ready to go to sleep, yet?” Hermione asked with a yawn.

They went to their beds, grateful for the ability to use their wands to clean the beds and quickly clean themselves before climbing between the sheets. Hermione and Draco slept apart for propriety’s sake.

The next morning was spent caring for the house and tidying up. They tried figuring out ways to make the cottage bigger so they could have the rest of the Order safe with them.

Lupin hollered from the front of the house, “Hello? Is this the right place?”

Draco opened the door, leaning against the jamb and crossing his arms he said, “Well, well. Seems you’ve found your way back. Belly full of deer meat today?” Lupin stood in the clearing in front of the cottage, covering his crotch in embarrassment at his nudity.

Hermione started to walk to the door, and Draco motioned her back. “He needs clothes, Hermione. Can you get some, please?”

She nodded and retreated. Harry came back with clothes for Lupin. Draco looked at him questioningly, “She’s embarrassed to see him without clothes.” Harry said in answer.

Draco walked out and handed his former professor some clothes and lead him around the corner to dress and stood by while he did so. “Where is this?” Lupin asked gruffly.

“I can’t tell you right now. I need your password,” Draco answered, touching his wand in his pocket.

“Hundredfold. It’s me, Draco.” Lupin said tiredly. He seemed to be exhausted, Draco realized. He tried to remember when the professor had been asleep. For a few hours the day before, Draco remembered, but not really much else that Draco could remember before that since they had met four days prior.

Draco glanced around the clearing before him, “Alright. I’ll tell you inside, where no one can overhear.”

Lupin grunted and Draco heard a zipper going up. “Decent,” Lupin said.

Draco turned to look at him as Lupin buttoned a shirt and asked, “Are you just a wolf? How did you take down so many last night?”

Lupin frowned. “That’s a hard question to answer. They were young. Many had never fought another wolf before. I had an advantage.”

“Where was your maker, I wonder?” Draco asked, watching his former professor slipping his feet into a pair of shoes.

Lupin looked angry, he sardonically answered, “Not there. I don’t know where he is. I didn’t even smell him on the wolves we encountered last night.”

Draco frowned in thought, noticing the irrational anger radiating off of the werewolf. He glanced at Lupin and asked, “Ready?”

Lupin nodded and Draco invited him in as formally as he had Harry and Hermione.

Lupin had been in the cottage for little over an hour and he and Draco had been arguing about everything they possibly could. Over brunch, they discussed the sleeping arrangements. Draco and Lupin were arguing about Draco’s idea to sleep with Hermione. Hermione and Harry were watching the argument as if they were watching a tennis match, neither saying a word.

Lupin was saying, “I just don’t think it’s appropriate for you two to be sharing a bedroom.”

Draco put his fist on the table with a thump. His anger was barely in check. Lupin had been pushing his buttons all day, it seemed. He sat forward aggressively, his brows knitted together, “We don’t know what the wards will and will not allow yet. Would you be more comfortable with sleeping with a male former student? I know that I am not comfortable sleeping with another man, but I may be the exception.” He sat back and crossed his arms.

Lupin looked uncomfortable. “Have we tried adding a bed into one of the bedrooms?”

“Not yet. I’ll emphasize, this is an option, and probably the best one in the case that the house won’t do it yet. You have to understand, this isn’t my property. Not really. I have only a bare minimum claim on this place by the way the wards work. The wards are letting us stay for now, but we probably don’t have much say in decorating. I don’t think we should argue about everything right now.”

“Well, I will argue as long as you’re wrong and continue to fight admitting it.”

“What am I wrong about?” His aristocratic face was quickly darkening in rage.

Lupin counted on his fingers, “You don’t know enough about the wards here to feel as safe as you appear to feel. You don’t even know if they have searched through the contracts at Grimmauld Place. Your behavior suggests you think yourself the leader of us. We are not following you-” He would have continued, but Harry cut him off.

“Look, Lupin, it’s been a hard night for all of us. You’re attacking him with no reason.” Lupin opened his mouth to speak, Harry overrode him, “That’s enough! You act like we should know everything that’s going on around us, and we can’t. None of us are the leader, we are trying to work together, remember? We have to test the wards. Draco’s just offering an option for if the wards don’t let us do what we want.”

“And, honestly,” Her voice sounded frustrated, “Think about it. Draco and I lived together for a month. It’s not a big deal,” Hermione interjected. “This is a time of war, sleeping arrangements should not be our top priority.”

“Fine, then you lot figure it out. I’ve not slept in days, and I’d like a chance to.” Lupin said after a moment of thought. Harry stood and led Lupin to a bedroom.

“So, when Harry gets back, let’s talk about last night, ok?” Hermione said. Draco nodded and they both looked moodily off into their own distance.

Harry entered the room again and huffed. “Lacking sleep is one thing, but Merlin that man was irritable.”

Draco smirked. “So, Granger, last night?” He invited.

“Yeah, Hermione, what was that spell?” Harry asked.

“It was a spell similar to Fiendfyre.” She told them simply.

“Dark magic?” Draco asked incredulously.

She nodded, looking down as though ashamed. “But it’s not really bad, you know, it’s probably the least dark magic there is in the classification. It’s just a mild torture.”

“It was brilliant!” Harry said with a laugh. “Torture or no, it ended the fight with no losses.”

“Do either of you know if that was Greyback’s pack?” Hermione asked, quickly changing the subject.

“Lupin said he couldn’t even smell Greyback on them. I would venture to say it wasn’t. Do we even know who turned Weasley?” Draco answered.

“Well, I’d assumed it was Greyback, simply because he was Imperio-ed by him during his ‘stay’ with Snake-Face.” Harry answered with doubt in his voice. “But then, Ron also said Greyback told him he didn’t want him in his pack since he had already turned against us.”

“So,” She said slowly, “We don’t even know if we were attacked by that sociopath.”

“I love how we always avoid using his name. Is it a taboo? Can we honestly not use it?” Harry asked with a sarcastic tone.

“Better to be safe than sorry, Potter,” Draco answered dryly.

Hermione nodded absently. “Well, Ron did also mention that Greyback was forbidden to bite him. Maybe it was at another time which we didn’t ask about during his interview, or even by another wolf while he was under the curse. I guess we will never know.”

“Ah, forgot to thank you, Malfoy for saving my arse, literally, last night.”

Draco chuckled, “You know, I hadn’t even noticed I did. Literally, that is. You made me drop my wand by throwing a wolf at me. Is this how you repay your friend?”

Harry looked worried, “No, I’m sorry. I thought there was at least two meters from where you were to where I threw that wolf.”

“Need to work on your aim, Potter,” Draco said, laughing.

Hermione giggled. “What did you do, Draco? Throw the wolf back?”

“No, I had to defend myself. Sent one into the pit for the fire, didn’t you notice the smell?” He answered, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course, that’s why I came out,” She answered, still smiling.

“Aren’t you supposed to be keeping your brilliance a secret? Well as much as you can be?” Harry asked.

“Well, of course. There will be a dramatic battle eventually, and I know if everyone is underestimating me then I have a better chance of getting close to the dangerous Dark Wizards we will be fighting against.” The boys nodded. “But, I didn’t think that werewolves who probably refused to take Wolf’s Bane potion would remember who I am. Plus the burning hair would mask my scent, another protection for who I am.” She looked at them as though this should have been obvious.

Harry’s mouth was open, he was astonished. “How the hell did you become such a good strategist?” He asked.

She looked sheepishly at Draco, “Some of it is natural. The rest was taught to me by your friend, here.”

Draco slouched back and basked in the praise, smirking. “Being a double agent had its’ advantages, to be sure,” He said nonchalantly.

“Can we talk about Ron for a minute?” Hermione asked, suddenly.

“Wow, great transition, Granger. Alright, what are we to talk about?” Draco drawled.

“How are we ever going to figure out who turned him? And how did he get out of the Manor? How did he find us? Did someone put him on our scent?”

“Most of that we can only speculate on, Hermione.” Harry answered. “We won’t know the answers until we catch him again, but probably never- even then. He’s a liar, untrustworthy, and,” Harry stopped talking and took a deep breath. “He’s now our enemy.” He looked pained to say it.

Hermione touched his arm, gently and told him, “Harry, we know this enemy, at least. We know his motivations. Don’t ever forget that I am your friend.”

Harry nodded. “I know. But this is the ultimate treachery.” He sighed and looked at the window to his left and rested his chin on his hand. “We know his motivations, sure but what could he be telling snake-face about ours?”

“He may know your motivations. But he does not know mine, Potter.” Draco’s icy tone broke through Harry’s introspection. “And no one in the Death Eaters does either to offer their own information.”

Harry looked back to the pale Wizard, looking surprised. “I hadn’t even thought of that. Now that I think of it, Hermione, didn’t you make Ron take a Wizarding Oath to not reveal any information about you to the Death Eaters?”

Hermione nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t be a good secret weapon if I hadn’t.”

The rest of the day they tried thinking of anything they could which might make the house change the decorations. Nothing worked. The attempts at anything as simple as changing the wallpaper proved fruitless.

They couldn’t increase the size of the beds, nor could they add one. There was no way to add a couch in any of the rooms.

At one point while Hermione was in the loo, Draco told Harry simply, “Your former friend turned his back on everyone, Potter. He sold you out because in his deranged mind, you were simultaneously a hurdle in his path to his imagined glory, and also a tool to use to get him to his goal. He’s played his hand. His treachery is worse than mine, but only because he turned you over for his pretend life. He’s playing dirty, Potter. Trying to get you to react,” He looked at Harry with a frown. “If it weren’t for Hermione and I, you would have already. This attack was just a way to try it again.”

Hermione walked into the room and Draco stopped talking.

Harry grunted in response, and thought about what Draco had told him for most of the rest of the day. Harry thought there was more to what Draco had intended to say, but Hermione coming into the room stopped him for whatever reason. Harry spent a lot of time wondering why Draco wouldn’t want Hermione to hear their conversation.

They talked it over again and came to the conclusion Draco and Lupin had been arguing about earlier. There really was no easy way for them to sleep except for Hermione and Draco to share a bed, which pleased both of them inwardly.

Lupin did not wake before they went to bed that night, so Hermione and Draco did not feel as though they were doing anything bad, which was a relief. They dined again with Harry before going to bathe. The sun went down and they decided to go to sleep.

As soon as the door closed behind them Draco cast a silencing charm and pushed her roughly into the door. “How grateful I am that we have this time together, Granger,” He growled. He kissed her gently, a sharp contrast to how roughly he pushed her against the door.

She moaned into his mouth, her body was violently reacting to his touch. He pulled back to look into her flushed face. She had a moment of doubt about his actions, “Draco, are you sure we should be doing this right now?” She asked, breathlessly.

“Are you questioning me?” He asked pressing against her harder with his body and forcing her face to the side so he could nip at her sensitive neck. “Are we in the bedroom? Don’t you remember what you should do in here?” He asked her between kissing and gently biting at her neck.

Her heart was pounding. She desperately wanted him to touch her more intimately than he was. Her breasts were shoved against his chest and he had a leg pressed against her throbbing clit. “No, I mean… Yes? But it’s just…” She trailed off, uncertain of what she should do.

“Mmm,” Draco’s lips pressed together tightly. “Questioning my decisions in the bedroom,” He clicked his tongue as though chastising her. “Well, I suppose that warrants a bit of punishment, my dear.” He grabbed her arms and threw her onto the bed.

She felt weightless in the few seconds she was floating through the air. She was half fearful of what he would do as she landed on the soft bed with a whoosh. She scooted up to the pillows when he ordered.

“Now, for your punishment… hmmm…” She was about to ask him what he meant, but he spoke before she could. “I think we should tie you down,” He swished his wand and she was bound to the bedposts by her arms, but her legs were free. “And then I believe you deserve a bit of torture for your impudence.”

“T-torture?” She asked hesitantly.

He smirked with narrowed eyes. “I think for you, a gag first.” He waved his wand again and she was gagged. Her body clenched in excitement. He was tapping his wand on his chin, thinking about what to do. “I had other plans for you this evening. I think I can work some of it in, but first,” Her vision was gone and she could feel a soft fabric covering her eyes. Suddenly, she realized that the only thing she could do is wait.

A/N: And so do you! Sorry, but 11 pages in Word is about where I stop for most chapters, and as much as I would like to continue to keep that up, I like stopping here. It’s like I have dominance for a moment… It’s a thing I always wanted to try. So here I am trying it! Also, Hermione’s POV is easiest to write, since I am a girl, I understand the sexytimes to come better through her eyes, you know? Well, anyway, I’m gonna do the chapter and then a jump in time.

The phrase Draco used to enter the cottage was in Latin and translates to: “I ask for ownership of this house. Will my ancestors grant it?”

Thanks margiere for your marvelous review! Always keeping me on my toes! I had to add a bit of conversation based on your comments about Harry. I hadn’t even thought of how hard I’ve been on the poor guy!
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