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Verto Vitae	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 40710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"Val? It's time to get up."
Draco shot straight up, his heart thundering, and looked down at Hermione who was wide-eyed. He quickly scrambled for his clothing as she hurriedly assured Pansy that she was getting up, then cursed and seized Draco's wand from the bed to remove the Silencing Charm. His brows lifted at how easily she wielded it.
"I'll be out in a minute," Hermione called, motioning for Draco to hurry who pointed at his pants which were halfway up his legs as if to say "what do you think I'm doing?"
"Go down to breakfast with the girls, I want some privacy," Hermione demanded, her voice level even though he could see his wand tremble in her grip.
"Why, is something wrong?" Pansy's sickly concerned voice asked.
"Just do as I say, Parkinson!"
There was a small squeal and then scampering footsteps followed by the bang of the dormitory door. Draco watched Hermione fall backwards, her hand over her heart, while he chuckled at the image of Hermione Granger scolding a Slytherin and getting away with it.
"Didn't think you had it in you," Draco smirked, cinching his belt.
"That," Hermione groaned weakly. "Was way too close. Hurry up, you'll be late for class."
He watched her tug at the hangings for a moment until she growled and un-did the Sealing Charm, Draco trying (and failing) to hold back his laughter at her harried movements.
"Oh, shut up!" she snarled and locked the dormitory door so she could dress. He watched her, mouth falling open, as she tore through her trunk completely starker. He swore he would never get used to her luscious body; the slight curve of her hips, her toned belly, the dainty mounds of her breasts. He knew how soft her skin felt in his calloused grip, knew how her tight heat welcomed him like an old friend. He felt himself hardening even as she dragged her skirt on and before she could snap her bra into place, dove over the bed to tackle her to the floor where she shrieked.
"Drac-!"
The rest of her proclamation was drowned on a moan as he took her mouth, his fingers sliding expertly into her. She shook her head and pushed at his shoulders as if to tell him off but he only hooked his fingers up, catching that spot that made her reel, and she was suddenly pulling at him, shoving at his pants, desperate for his touch. Together they pushed the material down to his knees and he shoved into her making her gasp, her nails digging in. She was so wet and tight that he growled, each stroke driving him to insanity. He rode her hard and fast, pulling her legs up so he could go deeper, watched her eyes roll back as she whimpered and moaned.
"Draco, please, I'm so close!" she begged and he cursed, her desperate pleas lancing straight through him, nearly undoing him. He needed to get her there first, needed to have her screaming beneath him, knowing it was all for him, so he pounded her harder until she cried out, her reaction so intense he exploded, a roar ripped from his chest. He kept his eyes on her tightly scrunched face as she milked him, her core spasming tightly around his throbbing cock.
Draco's hips slowed, eking out the last of their climax, easing them both down from their high. He slumped against her, panting.
"Gods, you make me lose my mind," he gasped against her sweaty neck.
"You have…no idea…" she wheezed below him and he realized he was crushing her. Lifting himself so she could breathe, he grinned stupidly down at her sated face. As he stared at her, wondering how the hell he had gotten so damn lucky, he was hit by a sudden realization.
"Shit, Hermione, we haven't been using protection!" he cursed, making to leap for his wand.
"Don't worry," she soothed, placing a settling hand on his arm to still his motions. "I found a monthly spell a while back since we tend to, er, skip the formalities. Even with those Fertility Potions we should be fine."
Relieved, he rolled onto his back on the floor with a groan, throwing an exhausted arm over his eyes.
"No way," Hermione reprimanded, smacking his stomach, making him grunt. "Get up, we have to get to class!"
"Don't wanna," he moaned, rolling onto his stomach and he heard her giggle. Knowing she would have nothing to laugh about for while he intended to drag this out as long as he could, so he made snoring noises into the rug beneath him until she chuckled above him.
"Draco, really! We're going to be late!"
"You go. Tell our professors you killed me."
"It might not be a lie if you don't move your lazy arse!" she chuckled and threw his shirt at him, missing by several inches which made him snort.
He peeked up at her where she was re-adjusting her skirt. With a mischievous grin, he rolled so that he could look up it and made a sound of approval. She looked down and jumped back with a squeal.
"Draco! You're horrible! Stop it this instant and get dressed!"
Ignoring her, he ran his hand up her smooth leg while she smacked at him, trying to button her shirt up at the same time.
"Draco, that's enough, we are so late!"
"Don't care," he said, hoisting himself to his knees, planting hot kisses on her thigh, pushing her skirt higher, grinning when she attempted to slap him away.
"Seriously, come on, we have to go!" she argued breathlessly as he tugged at her knickers, dropping them around her ankles, growling as her scent flooded his nostrils.
"Fuck that," he murmured, licking her still-swollen slit and making her suck in a harsh breath as he flicked her hood.
"Draco, t-that's enough," she stammered, grabbing the bedpost for support when he slid his tongue up inside her and she moaned. "We have to…to…"
She moaned louder when he sucked her clit and pressed two fingers into her. Her legs fell further apart and he laved his tongue across her nub over and over until she was shuddering above him, one hand digging into the bedpost, the other gripping his hair as she gasped and whimpered. Draco groaned at her taste, feeling her walls drench his fingers, knowing it was for him.
She came hard, her knees buckling so that she had to clutch his shoulder as the spasms rocked her body, soaking his face. While she looked on, he lapped up her juices and slid his fingers out of her and sucked them clean, his eyes closing on the sensuality of her flavor.
When he glanced back up at her, an evil glint in his eyes, she attempted a stern face.
"That was a rotten trick," she scolded, her fingers still clenched against his skin.
"You seemed to like it," he smirked cockily. She flushed madly, the look so endearing his heart stuttered.
"That's beside the point! We are so late!"
"We have twenty minutes, princess," he said, nodding at the clock behind her head. "Now give me a fucking kiss before I beg."
With a sigh, she leaned down and took his face between her hands and kissed him so sweetly it made him ache. When she cocked an eyebrow at his prominent erection he chuckled.
"Ignore him; he doesn't seem to care about such things as being on time."
"Well too bad, I do," she replied, smiling. "Now put him away and get ready."
"Yes ma'am," he sighed and she giggled again. Once they were finally dressed and their hair righted to its natural state, he snuck up behind her and drew his arms around her, pressing his cheek to her temple.
"Keep that coin on you today," he muttered, hating the feel of her stiffening, her happy mood vanishing as surely as if it had never been. But her safety was much more important right at this moment. "Come straight back here after dinner and don't leave until you have to. I'll be right outside the common room. If anything seems out of place at all, Hermione, anything little thing, squeeze that coin. We're prepared to take you out of here at a moment's notice."
She nodded jerkily and he kissed her neck, holding her tighter, lingering in the feel of having her in his arms, wondering if it might be the last time, the thought making him shudder in fear.
"We have to go," she finally whispered and he let her go reluctantly. Hermione reached down to grab her bag and he remembered he had left his in his dorm. Glancing at the clock he swore inwardly and threw the cloak over himself, following her out of the dungeons and ditching her to sprint up to Gryffindor Tower, cursing the fact that in mere hours Hermione would be facing a nightmare and he still had to worry about getting to class on time.
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Hermione felt a strange calm fall over her as the day drew to a close. Every passing minute was just wasted time until she left. These hours were hardly even real to her. She stared at her teachers, smiled at her "friends," and ate mechanically, knowing she needed her strength. She refused to look at Draco or Harry or Ron or even Ginny or Neville or Luna; it was just too hard to imagine the very real fact that she may never see them again.
Don't think like that, she scolded herself. Everything is going to be fine.
It was unreal to know that tomorrow, if she lived until tomorrow, she would be a Death Eater. She knew it was barely more than a tattoo; it didn't mean anything, not really, not to her. Voldemort could never win her allegiance. This was only a necessary step in his destruction, a means to an end. She was an essential element to his downfall now. She wouldn't fail.
Now she knew how Harry always felt and her heart swelled for her best friend. How did he do this all the time? How was he so strong and she so weak? Was he always this scared and never showed it?
The instant the puddings cleared, Blaise took her hand and dragged her to the dungeons, his palm sweaty in hers.
"How are you feeling?" he asked in an undertone as a couple second years girls ran screaming past them, several boys with a bag of Dungbombs hot on their trail.
"Fine," Hermione replied, snatching the bag from one of the boy's hands on impulse, forgetting for a moment she wasn't Head Girl.
"Hey!" the boy cried indignantly until his friend elbowed him and whispered something in his ear and they skulked away sullenly. Blaise gave her an odd look but she merely shrugged and shoved the bag into the nearest alcove as if it were something she'd done a dozen times.
Their posse sat around them by the fireplace, the girls worrying over her while the boys pouted at Blaise's luck.
"I'm going to join as soon as we're out of this place," Theo claimed, his arms crossed over his bony chest. "How about you, Parkinson?"
"Of course!" she said, looking stricken that he would ever doubt her. "Haven't I always said that?"
"Bet you'll chicken out," he sniggered.
"Will not!"
"And you, Greengrass?" he continued, raising his dark brow at her and she looked up briefly from a letter she was writing.
"Not really any of your business, is it Theodore?" she replied coolly, resuming her task.
"Oooh, touchy," he snickered.
"Lay off the women, Nott," Blaise said, draping his arm over Hermione's shoulders. She stiffened and thought of Draco who was sitting just outside the door.
"Don't see why Val gets it early," Nott muttered darkly, leering over at her. "Not after last year-"
"If you fancy keeping that tongue in your mouth you'll want to shut it," Blaise snarled dangerously, glaring at the brunette who grimaced. Crabbe and Goyle chortled and Pansy paused in the process of giving Hermione her potion. With a small smile, she took the potion out of Pansy's stationary hand and downed it in one, holding back the look of disgust she usually had.
She didn't join in the conversation and, for once, no one bothered her about it. She felt numb, almost as if she were standing outside her body, watching herself wait patiently for her fate to arrive. At promptly eleven o'clock, Pansy, Daphne, and Millicent dragged her up the staircase to ready her while the boys cleared the common room. She smiled and answered whatever they asked as they primped her, declaring how much they wished they were her and how lucky she was. Pansy worked her magic on her hair while Daphne applied way more makeup than had to be necessary as Millicent sorted through Valouris' ample supply of perfumes.
"Here Val, this was sitting on your bed," Pansy trilled, handing her a large box in shiny black wrapping. Pulling the bow, Hermione lifted the lid to reveal a silver silk dress robe, the single most elegant thing she'd ever seen in her life. She drew it out amidst a gale of squeals from the girls and had to admit, it was beautiful. The fabric flowed like water between her fingers as she passed it to Daphne to hold while Pansy pulled out a black silk corset from Valouris' trunk and motioned for Hermione to grab the bedpost. She was soon aware as to why this was necessary.
She gasped in pain as Pansy and Millicent used their wands to tug and pull at the strings, practically breaking Hermione's ribs in an effort to make her waist even smaller. She'd always been fine with the way her body looked before; but now, looking in a long mirror that Daphne provided, she looked…well, like a woman. Her small breasts spilled over the tight sheath and she actually had hips. She allowed the girls to help her into the garters attached to matching black panties and tried not to show how incredibly mortified she was with the proceedings. She blamed her blushing on her nerves as Pansy strapped her into slinky black heels. The three of them draped the gown over her head and settled it into place, shoving her in front of the mirror, fixing up her hair as Hermione just stared at herself, wide eyed.
She was the perfect virgin sacrifice. The glistening mercurial material floated over the newfound curves of her body, hugging all too intimately, the shoulders of the dress just clinging to her upper arms, her bosom overflowing from the top. Even in dangerously high heels, the bottom of the dress skimmed the floor, the faintest of trains wrapping behind her, silver buttons cascading from the low back.
Hermione's hands shook as she ran them down her front, deaf to the simpering of her fellow Slytherins. The dress robes were too tight, where would she hide the coin? She stared into her wan face, accentuated by the perfectly placed waves of her long hair Pansy had prepared, her eyes smoky, her lips a deep, lusty red. She barely looked like herself and she had to wonder...would this be the last time she stared into her own face?
Shaking the morbid thought out of her head, she turned to the girls who were waiting anxiously for her approval. She smiled, suddenly feeling very warm towards her fake friends. "It's perfect. Thank you so much for all of your help. Could I have a few minutes alone?"
"Of course!" Pansy cried, shoving Daphne and Millicent towards the door. "We'll go tell Blaise you're almost ready!"
Hermione kept the smile plastered to her face as they tore out of the room and as soon as they were gone dug the coin from the pocket of her discarded school robes and shoved it down between her breasts where the underwire was so thick no one would ever see it. As for her wand…
Thinking fast, she created an inside panel on the gown next to her right hip and slipped it inside. With all the pleats of the generous fabric no one would ever notice unless they patted her down and she could get to it quickly.
Glancing at the clock she knew she could delay no longer, so she grabbed her luxurious cloak off the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders to ward off the sudden chill of the night. With a great, steadying breath she made her way to the common room where the girls were awaiting her arrival anxiously. Crabbe and Goyle were sunk into armchairs poking something that looked disgustingly like a slug with their wands, Theo was sulking by the fireplace, and Blaise had stationed himself directly at the foot of the stairs, a grin plastered on his face.
"Oh Val, show us the robes!" Pansy urged as she neared the top of the stairs and Hermione decided to humor them rather than argue, so she pulled off the cloak as she descended, letting the stupid gaping looks from the boys steady her. At least she looked good; even if it wasn't her they were seeing.
Blaise's mouth was hanging open as she took his proffered hand and she smiled demurely.
"Val…you look…perfect," he finally proclaimed, clearing his throat, his adoring eyes wide. "There are no words to describe your beauty."
She gave him a small curtsy for thanks as her tongue seemed rooted to the roof of her mouth. He took her cloak from where she'd draped it over her arm and drew it around her shoulders, doing up the silver clasp in the front before running his hands down her arms.
"Ready?" he asked and she noticed for the first time he himself was wearing a handsome set of dress robes beneath his own cloak. Was he receiving the Mark tonight as well? They'd never spoken of it…
She nodded when she realized he was waiting for an answer and took his arm, the girls running forward to bid their farewells, Millicent spritzing her with a musky perfume on their way out.
The second they were out the door she felt Draco's presence at her shoulder. Fingers twined with hers and she tucked their hands into her cloak so Blaise wouldn't see. She didn't worry about him noticing the sound of an extra pair of footsteps as he was chattering away and hadn't even taken out his wand for precaution. She could practically feel his buoyant energy leaping off him.
She squeezed Draco's hand so hard her fingers were going numb, but he never lessened the pressure, a significant reassurance. She wanted to lean into him when he pressed his shoulder against hers as they slipped out of the front door, a very strange trio. Blaise tossed up an Impervious Charm to guard them from the driving rain and muddy ground as he kept up a string of dialogue about their new life that Hermione hardly followed, but, like her girlfriends, he didn't seem to need her input. She glanced up at the castle behind her to the blazing lights of Gryffindor Tower and her chest clenched when she noticed two figures silhouetted against the glare of the fire behind them. Even in this world they were there for her.
Her resolve strengthened at the sight. She focused on putting one foot in front of the other, her heels barely skimming the top of the muddy grass, the charm creating a hard, dry surface for her ridiculous shoes and the hem of her ridiculously expensive gown.
"There are Aurors just outside the gates," Draco whispered, his voice drowned out by the rain pounding on the invisible shield around them and Blaise's one-sided conversation. "They will Stun Blaise and take you straight to the Burrow if you want."
Resolute, she shook her head fractionally. It was enough to know she had people who cared about her even now when they didn't even know her. She was reminded of the incredible bond of those she held dear and kept their love close to her heart, a power that would destroy Voldemort in the end. And with her sacrifice tonight, she was going to help see that through.
"Hermione, you don't have to do this," he muttered imploringly into her ear and she could feel the desperation in his voice. Not wanting him to worry, she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. He quieted as they neared the edge of the grounds, even Blaise had stopped his incessant planning. Hermione gazed up at the wrought iron gates towering above her as they swung open with a wave of Blaise's wand.
As soon as they were outside of the grounds, the village of Hogsmead glittering before them, Blaise turned to her.
"Ready?"
"As ever."
With one last squeeze of Draco's hand she released it. From this moment on, she was alone. Her mission loomed ahead, as dark and unknown as what she was to become.
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XOXO
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