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��One robe then� she conceded.
�You�ll
need at least seven.� Plus a few other
things.� Shoes.� Underwear.�
Unless you were planning on..�
�Alright�
she interrupted, unable to stop the fierce heat in her cheeks.� Harry was
flirting with her.� She was almost sure
of it.� What the hell?!�

This was not a good thing!
Harry
just smiled contentedly and offered her his arm.
- - -
She
ended up with ten robes, complete
with matching underrobes and shoes.� That
was not all however.� Harry had pressed a
handful of dresses into her hand as she came out of the changing room and sent
her back in to try them on.�

Staring at herself in the mirror as she wore the pretty pale emerald crushed
silk sheath, she was suddenly transported in her mind back to the cage and the
endless parade of lovely dresses and perfect hair.� This dress could have easily been among those
she was clothed in.� It was just his
taste.. assuming that the dresses the elves clothed her in were chosen
according to Voldemort�s taste at all and not purely at random.�
When
she came out, Harry had stared, wide eyed, transfixed, until he seemed to shake
himself and then his expression turned faintly sorrowful although he smiled and
told her she looked nice.
He
bought all the dresses and two more besides which she hadn�t even tried
on.� One was silver and sleek and the
other a burnt chocolate hue which shimmered in umbra.
She
was hanging them in the wardrobe in the room that Harry had initially created
for Ginny and himself, wondering about taking a shower and changing into clean
clothing, when Ginny bounced in without knocking, simply glowing with the radiant sheen of happy pregnancy.

The redhead stopped dead a few steps in and her smile faded as lines of
consternation appeared on her brow.� She
smiled again after a few seconds but it seemed forced.
�Oh..
Did you stop by your parent�s place and pick up some clothes?� she asked, all
innocence and friendliness.
Hermione
sighed and looked back into the wardrobe, selecting a plain black robe with a
faint pattern embossed into it of fleur de lis.�
�No.. I..I don�t think I can go back there just yet.� They are very upset.� If I go back now they�ll do something stupid
to try to stop me from returning to the wizarding world.� They don�t understand that I can�t just stop
being a witch � that I don�t want to
just stop being a witch.� I think, right
now, they�d actually try to have me locked up just to keep me where they could
reach me.�
Ginny
made sympathetic sounds and empty reassurances that it would all sort itself
out.� They�d understand if she sat down
and talked with them about it.� Hermione
ignored the obvious subtext, pulling out fresh underwear from the pile of
identical chameleon sets in a no nonsense style.� When she tossed them on top of the black robe
on the bed the underwear immediately coloured itself in the same black
patterned hue and appeared to vanish from sight.�

It was obvious that Ginny was politely insinuating that she should sort it out
with her parents sooner rather than later.
�If
you didn�t pick the clothes up from home.. did you go shopping this afternoon?�� she asked unsubtly.
Hermione
nodded wearily, already anticipating the irrational snit looming up ahead.
Ginny
frowned disingenuously.�

�But if you can afford to buy this
many new sets of robes.. Surely you might be more comfortable if you looked for
an apartment where you could have your freedom�
Her
freedom?

Because she did not have it here??!� Hermione
shook her head slightly at the blatant tossing down of the gauntlet.
�I
didn�t buy the robes, Ginny.� She said lightly.�
�Harry did.� I tried to persuade
him not to.�
Ginny
had pinked and Hermione doubted that it was embarrassment that was reddening
her cheeks.� She had just gotten Harry
into trouble with his fianc� again.
�Oh.�
Ginny said clumsily. �Oh yes well.. he�s very generous like that.� If you�ll excuse me..��
She
didn�t excuse her but it didn�t matter much.�
The banshee left quickly and the sound of her thundering down the stairs
made Hermione wince.� No doubt there
would be screaming soon unless Harry was somewhere behind a silencing charm.

Something in the little encounter had penetrated her mind however � Ginny would
think nothing whatsoever of coming in here without asking, whether she was here
or not.� Anything she might leave in this
room would be subject to her nosy exploration.�
She needed to work on warding her things and fast.�
For
the moment, she expediently placed the objects she�d brought back from
Gringotts in the wardrobe with the robes, cast a strong warding charm around
the inside of the wardrobe and closed the door, placing a notice-me-not on the
area of wall behind which it was hidden.�

That would do for the moment.
She
picked up the robes and underwear and headed carefully down to the second floor,
trying not to squeak on the stairs.� The
bathroom was further down this corridor, she knew.�

She
returned to her room after the shower, dressed in the black robes, to find Harry
seemingly napping on her bed.� ��He lay on his back, one arm tossed across the
bed and the other resting on the pillow beside his head.
Raising
an eyebrow she glanced down the hallway, listening for any sounds of Ginny, and
then quietly closed the door.�
Harry
didn�t stir as she crept closer to the bed.�
He was breathing slowly and looked exhausted.� She smiled, noting again just how much his
face had changed over the time in which she hadn�t seen him.� His jaw was prominent, he looked harder. �No longer the sweet boy.�
�Lie
down with me Mione� he murmured sleepily while she watched.� She startled slightly, having thought him
unaware of her looking down at him.

�Just need forty winks and then we�ll talk�
She
considered it.. for a microsecond.
�I
don�t think that would be a very good idea, Harry� she said reasonably and
walked around the bed, sitting down on the end of the other side.
Harry
frowned slightly with his eyes closed and muttered something she didn�t catch.
After
a minute or so in which she could see he was tempted to just doze off again, he
sighed and opened his eyes, adjusting his glasses with one hand as he brushed a
hand through his hair with the other.� He
turned his head and looked up at her at the end of the bed.

�Ok.. I�m awake enough.. I guess.� Do you
want to go first or shall I?!�
She
hadn�t been aware that he had anything specific to say and gestured for him to
go ahead.
He
let his head fall back against the pillow and closed his eyes again, with a
mildly troubled expression.

�Yeah.. I thought you might say that.��
Ok.. Yeah...� Where to begin..

Well.. first off..� Ron�s
downstairs.� I told him not to come up
here and i�ve warded the stairs a bit..but I thought you should know.�� He�s a bit irrational at the moment.�

Actually � they both are.� Ginny�s down there somewhere crying because i�m
such an insensitive git.�

I�m sorry I came into your room and lay down here without asking..I just couldn�t
take any more and it�s the one place that neither of them can go now.� Mione � she�s driving me mad!� Stark raving mad.� �Are all pregnant witches like this or is she
going to be like it forever?!� And if so �
how am I supposed to marry her!?� I don�t
want to spend the rest of my life walking on eggshells and avoiding my friends
just to keep her happy!�

I�m so bloody tired of being screamed
at.� I just don�t want to argue anymore!�
Hermione
swallowed.� She had the strong feeling
that Harry coming up to her bedroom seeking refuge wouldnt make his
relationship with Ginny any better.� She
was going to end up in between them.� Harry
probably shouldn�t be telling her these things...
�Well..
The thing with Ginny is probably my fault.�
You knew before I came here that she was a bit..funny.. about me now
that you�re marrying.� I�m really sorry I
came here, Harry � I didn�t want to put you in this position � I just had
nowhere else to-�
Harry
sat up quickly with a stricken expression

�No.� Stop, Mione!� You don�t have anything to apologise
for.� You haven�t done anything
wrong.� Please..� he shifted on the bed
and crawled to her side. �-Don�t regret coming to me when you needed me.�� The arguments are tiring me out because Ginny
and Ron are being ridiculous.� It�s
nothing to do with you.� I�ll take care
of it, alright?� Don�t worry!�

He reached for her hand and something in the way he was looking at her made her
get up from the bed quickly and pace away to the window, putting distance
between them.
She
knew it wasn�t that simple.� It didn�t
matter whether she had done anything.�
Her being here was difficult for them all.�
�Professor
Snape left me something in his will� she said out of the blue, hoping it would
steer them away from this uncomfortable tension that had settled in the room
now.�
�Yeah..
me too.�

The voice came from half a metre behind her.�
She jumped half a foot in the air, not expecting Harry to be so
close.� She hadn�t even heard him move.
�He
left me a potion with a note that says it�ll fix my eyes.� I didn�t take it.� I�m...not sure I trust him.� Even after..��
Harry looked down and she was surprised to see spots of red high on his
cheekbones.

When he looked up, his eyes were shuttered.

�Professor Dumbledore left me some memories.�
I didn�t get them till after Voldemort died.� Snape...�

Harry�s face flickered through confusion, anger and sadness.

�Snape.. loved my mum.�
Hermione
knew the surprise was written all over her face and couldn�t help herself.
�And
he was the one who got her killed � he was the one who told Voldemort about the
prophesy about me.

He thought that Voldemort would kill me and my dad and then he�d be able to
have my mum.� He should have known that
Snakeface is never interested in other people�s happiness.� When he realised that my mum would be killed
too, he went to Professor Dumbledore and begged for help.

And Professor Dumbledore made him swear an oath of service.�
So
many things about Professor Snape�s behaviour suddenly made more sense to Hermione.� All at once she felt sympathy for him.�

She didn�t quite wish that she�d gone with him, but she did wish that he hadn�t
died like he had.
�So..
maybe he spent twenty years trying to make up for the stupid selfish vicious
thing he did when he was young, but I don�t really trust him enough to just
swallow an unknown potion labelled with a vague note� Harry finished.
For
want of anything better to say she remarked �He left me a desk..� It�s a nice desk I guess.� I have nowhere to put it though and Gringotts
says I can�t keep it there.�� Oh.. and he
left something for his godson.� I�m
supposed to take it to him personally apparently.� It was that floating block you asked about.�
Harry
brightened considerably.

�Great.� We�ll take it to him
tonight.� Gives us a reason to get the
hell out of here for the night.� I really
don�t want to go down there and eat at the table all together tonight.�

Oh.. and you can put the desk in here if you like.� Or in another room if you don�t want it in
here.� I don�t mind.�
She
was relieved and told him so, thanking him.�
He brushed it off again

Seven
pm found Hermione holding the string of the charmed stone block and stepping
out of a large marble fireplace inset with a green surface she suspected might
be jade.�

Despite Harry�s encouragement, she had not changed into a dress.� She didn�t see why she should dress up for
some relative of Professor Snape.�
The
room they had flooed into was a bit large and ostentatious though.. She wasn�t
sure whether Harry might not have been right.�
There
was a large expensive white, blue and black oriental rug centred in the small room
� a room which seemed to serve no purpose other than as a chamber to house the
floo.�� An archway displayed a view into
a huge bright foyer with a broad sweeping staircase.�

Next to the archway was a small decorative table in polished wood and upon the
table stood an ornate, old fashioned birdcage, on one smoothly curved stand�

...and inside the cage were miniature white peacocks.� They were the size of finches.� Instead of perches the cage held platforms
and stairs along which the shrunken birds strutted
And
she knew, suddenly where she was.
As
if on cue ...Draco Malfoy sauntered in.
Her
scowl was automatic.�� His smirk in
response grated against her last nerve.
�Evening,
Granger.� You�re early.�� He paused and his smirk broadened into a
fully fledged sneer.�

�I take it from your less than congenial expression that you didn�t realise Severus
was my Godfather�
She
was shaking her head, about to point out that she wouldn�t have bothered coming
if she�d known, when the floo flared behind her and Harry almost fell over
her.�

He�d never been very good at flooing and it seemed that some things didn�t change.

Catching her as she was overbalancing forward he pulled her back upright and
she was reminded of the way he�d held her in the dark room for just a little
too long.� He didn�t do that this time
though.� If anything he let go of her too
quickly and she wavered before catching her balance.
Malfoy
was watching them with a small amused smile and narrowed silver eyes.� ��
Harry
quickly glanced over at him and smiled sheepishly. �I�ll never get the hang of
that.� He acknowledged.� �Sorry to call at
short notice.� You weren�t doing
anything, were you?�
Draco�s
smile thinned.� �Nothing that couldn�t be
rescheduled.� I�ve been wondering whether
you�d ever contact me.� We haven�t really
spoken since...well.. since the last order meeting.� �I can
understand Granger ignoring my
invitation to visit, but-�
�You
invited Hermione here?� When?� Harry
frowned slightly, looking between them both suspiciously
Hermione
rolled her eyes and shook her head at Harry.

�It was at St Mungo�s.� The day I woke
up.� �He crept into my room and invited me round
for..a..a. fireside chat.. I think.� Something
like that.�

She didn�t want this to come up.� Harry
couldn�t know the circumstances surrounding their conversation.�

Draco wouldn�t remind him of what he apparently didn�t remember about the final
moments of the battle, would he?!
�Actually..�
Draco said quietly, with a studied neutral expression �I invited her to stay,
if she found that things became too much.�
It was an innocent gesture on my part.�
I wasn�t intending to sell her for potion�s ingredients.�� He turned to Hermione and the earnest focus
in his eyes almost convinced her that he was being genuine.�

�I thought that you might have trouble with your muggle parents � they were
outside in the corridor fussing when I arrived. So were Ginny Weasley and her
brother...

I thought.. you might not like to complicate Harry�s home life by coming between
two affianced parents-to-be.� And obviously I could see that the midden
would really hit the windmill when the weasel discovered that you weren�t about
to settle for a life with a sorry excuse for a wizard..or man..like him..�
Harry
spluttered a defense of Ron.� She thought
that his bluster sounded a bit automatic though.�

He hadn�t been too complimentary about Ron in private.� This was probably just expected if Draco Malfoy
said anything negative about any of his friends.� He�d probably do the same for her.
Draco
just smiled secretively. ��Hermione could
almost hear his thoughts broadcasting around the room. ��Settling for Ronald Weasley wasn�t possible
after having the most powerful wizard in the world.�
�Well..
either way-� Draco continued in a placating voice �It doesn�t matter what I think of him, does it?!�� ...The offer still stands, Granger.� I have dozens of rooms here.�� You could have a wing of the Manor to
yourself, if you really cannot face running into me occasionally.�� The protective wards here are the strongest
and most reliable that galleons and centuries of blood consecration can attain.� You would be safe here..�
At
her dubious expression he added lightly �Well.. Think it over anyway.� Take all the time you need.��
To
her surprise, Harry stepped closer to her and said, almost defensively �She�s
safe with me too.� And as for coming
between me and Gin � That�s not Hermione�s fault � that�s Gin being irrational.� I�m sure she�ll get over it.� It�s probably the hormones�
Draco
shrugged slightly as if to say �perhaps� and gestured for Harry to precede him
out into the foyer.� He fell into step
beside Hermione, much to her discomfort.��
Harry corrected the situation when he glanced back and noticed, moving
to her side and offering her his arm.�
�Why
are you taking a piece of masonry for a walk, if I might ask, Granger?�
�Why
don�t you ever use her name?!� Harry
muttered peevishly.�
Draco
seemed surprised.
�Because she hasn�t offered it to me!� It would
be incredibly rude of me to presume to
call her by her first name without permission.�
Even to raise the issue like this in passing is impolite.� I know you were raised by muggles but didn�t you pay any attention
to the behaviour of others at school?!�
She
was staring at him, trying to work out whether he was making a joke.� The absence of a smirk was not proof either
way.�

Raising an eyebrow she questioned cautiously �Is that the only reason you�ve
always called me Granger?�
Draco
snorted as if he found this insuppressibly funny. �No.� Of course not.� And I didn�t always call you Granger.�
It
was as if he�d said the word itself.� It
hovered there heavy, glutted, unspoken in the air all around them.��

But it wasn�t his word anymore.� Voldemort had taken the word and twisted it..
turned it into a term of endearment.. into something that excited her.
She
narrowed her eyes and avoided both of their faces, finding the bronze statue in
the corner of the room extremely interesting all of a sudden.
�That
was..indelicate..of me� Draco said softly.�

Again she wasn�t sure how to interpret the remark.� Was he being serious?�� Was it an apology?� He hadn�t apologised.. he�d just observed
aloud that he�d been rude.

�The past is better left in the past�
That
was probably the closest Draco Malfoy had ever come to apologising.� She thought it was a piss poor attempt and,
suddenly impatient to be leaving again, she thrust the string in his direction.

�Here.� This is for you.� Professor Snape left it to you. �His note insisted I deliver it
personally.� I�ve delivered it.�� She looked at Harry pointedly, who in turn
sheepishly avoided her eyes.
Draco
had automatically accepted the string to the bobbing stone block but was
looking slightly panicked now.� He said
hurriedly, with less composure �But surely you�ll both stay for dinner at
least.� Harry..said you wanted to come
for..� He trailed off and looked at Harry imploringly.
Harry
biting his lip, sighed and then, it seemed, made Draco�s apology for him.�

�Mione.. He didn�t mean it.. or..maybe he did.�
He�s still a bit of a git from time to time.. but he�s not the same git he used to be.� �I did say we�d come over for dinner and
maybe a drink..and it sounded like he cancelled something else on short notice
just to see us.� We can go if you really
want to.. but..�
Oh
god.� The bloody puppy dog eyes.� Aaaugh.�
The pain of it!� She wanted to
slap him.

How in hell was she supposed to insist they leave now.� She was already asking Harry for so much and
it seemed like he wanted to
stay.� And she certainly didn�t want to go back to Grimmauld Place to be alone
with Ginny and Ron.�
�Alright�
she growled.� �Fine.� But if I even have the impression he�s thinking that word at me, i�ll hex
him!� I�m warning you!�
Harry
smiled like a kid at a birthday party. �He won�t.� Will you?!�
�Wouldn�t
dream of it..� Draco purred, the very
picture of cool composure once more.

The
meal was less awkward than she imagined it would be.� It seemed that Harry and Draco really got
along much better than she�d ever have thought possible.� They laughed and chatted to mutual enjoyment
without the tiniest of uncomfortable pauses.�
They even managed to drag her into the conversation most of the time.�

No one referred at all to the time that she�d spent incarcerated, or, strangely enough, to the time spent
at Hogwarts together.� The conversation
remained centred around more objective themes � The future of the ministry, the
new laws that were being proposed to the Wizengamot lately, the rebuilding
efforts, the areas where more work was needed and the various foibles of
mutually known friends.�

Ginny and Ron were amiably butchered by Harry in the name of entertainment,
while Draco derided the transparent seduction attempts of Pansy Parkinson,
Catherine Toady, Seralina Dore and, interestingly enough, Terrence Van der
Bruer, who had actually hired an assassin to attempt to sneak in and drug him
with a targeted Love Philtre.
Hermione
found it a curious idea.� She�d never
considered before whether Draco might swing the other way.�

Harry obviously had, or at least he didn�t seem to find the information at all
surprising.
After
dinner Draco suggested they retire to the library for a drink, so that they
could help him try to figure out why his Godfather had sent him a stone
block.�

It was a testament to how effectively they had both disarmed her over dinner
that she was not immediately opposed to the idea.�

She took Harry�s arm quite contentedly and noted only peripherally the way he
seemed to know exactly where the library was located.�
When
he led her through the doors after Draco, she stopped dead, her neck arched,
craning up in awe.�
She
didn�t believe she�d ever seen anything more beautiful.
The
room was vast and high, spanning three floors and then soaring up another
storey, culminating in a huge deep blue stained glass dome set with stars

It reminded her of the stained glass in the bedroom Harry had created.� She wondered, but abandoned the thought again
in favour of further visual exploration.
The
walls were set in some kind of cream coloured stone and the bookshelves were
all old, stained and polished wood, thousands upon thousands of tomes winking
at her in the glorious half-light.�

Great tall arched windows broke the long wall on the right but they were fuzzed
with milky golden glass and the last rays of the sun that filtered through them
were soft and orangey.��
Harry
tugged her and she allowed herself, with mild irritation, to be dragged through
the room, past tables with small blue desk lamps and down a corridor of
imposing bookshelves packed with titles she�d never read.� She looked at them longingly as they
passed.� When she looked around, she was
in a small corner nook of the library, dark and lit with trapped blue glowing lights
in glass tubes.� The furniture was wide
and low and strewn with thick furs.� She
tried to remember if there was any magical animal that had a black and white
pelt in a chessboard pattern.
In
the very corner of the corner niche was a small fireplace that burned with a
blue flame.� She realised, as she drew
closer, that she couldn�t feel any heat emanating from it, although the room
was quite warm enough.� It didn�t really
need a fire.� It was an illusion for
atmosphere perhaps?�
She
looked back over her shoulder toward the wonderful library that she could no
longer see in this dark little place.� It
felt like the rest of the library disappeared when you were back here.�
�Granger,
you�re salivating� Draco said with a smug smirk, as he pressed a wide tumbler
full of something toffee coloured into her hand.
�Sorry..�
she said before she caught herself, and was irritated to see him even more
amused. ��Turning away, embarrassed, she
found that Harry had deposited himself in the corner of the sofa, spreading out
as if he owned the place.� He accepted
his own drink from Draco with a nod of acknowledgement.�
Once
again, she had the distinct sense that Harry and Draco must have somehow spent
a lot of time together.� They were so
much at ease around one another.�� It was
really..odd.�

As nice as Draco might be being.�

No.

As snide and smug and borderline insulting as he was being, it was really nice compared to how she�d seen him
before. ��

As ..nice.. as Draco was being, she
found she didn�t trust him as far as she could throw him.� And considering how he�d filled out over the course of the war, that probably wasn�t
very far at all.
She
sniffed the drink in her hand surreptitiously as he was making his way over to
the chair closest to the fire, on Harry�s other side.�� The brown liquid smelled of cream and something
sweet.

Harry, watching her distrust, smiled affectionately and sipped his own drink.
Gingerly
she sat down on the far side of the sofa that Harry was sitting on.� A no-man�s-land of leather and fur extended
between them.� She�d considered the other
chair but that really would have made it blatant that she was sitting away from him.
�So..� Interesting..furs..� she said idly, toying
with the base of her tumbler.�
�Mm.�
Draco said, swallowing his mouthful.� �Yes.� They�re just ordinary polar bear, charmed
into the pattern.� However they are the warmest furs available.�
�Mione..�
Harry murmured into his glass just as she opened her mouth to inform Draco
exactly how endangered polar bears were and how irresponsible it was of him to
buy them.

She closed her mouth and scowled at Harry instead.
He
sighed and leaned back, nursing his half finished drink.
�So..�
Draco said after the silence dragged on a bit and turned uncomfortable. �I take
it you don�t like your drink.� Is there
something else you�d rather?� I have...
...everything really.� Name it.. if I don�t
have it, i�m sure an elf can go and fetch it.�
She
shook her head slightly. �Thank you.� I�m
fine.�
Harry
sighed.� �He�s not going to poison you..
or drug you.� Really.� It�s ok.�
She
smiled uncomfortably and returned �I�m not really much of a drinker.� I�d rather not.�
Draco
groaned.

�Granger.. Live a little.� You aren�t
going to be dancing on the table from one little drink.. I promise.�
She
watched as Harry finished his own glass.
Reluctantly
she lifted the tumbler and took a very..very
small sip of the creamy liquid within.�
It tasted like caramel and mint but a soft burn followed in its wake.

It wasn�t unpleasant...

She smiled tightly at both boys, who were watching her with, in Harry�s case,
soft affection, and in Draco�s case, muted scorn.
�Yeah...well..
I can see that getting you to loosen up is going to be about as easy as
emptying the lake outside with a thimble.�
No reason for us to suffer along with you though.� Harry � want something else?� I only ordered toffee fireballs because I
thought Granger might like something soft and sweet.�
Harry
seemed to deliberate on it for a while, his emerald gaze fixed on her
uncertainly.
She
had the sudden unbearable feeling that the boys would both be happier if she
weren�t there.�
�I
don�t know, Draco� he said finally. �We don�t want to stay too late.. and you
know how it can get.�
Hermione
didn�t know how it could get.� How could it get?!� Did Harry spend a lot of time getting drunk
with Draco Malfoy while she was in the cage?!
Ok..
to be fair.. she wasn�t always in the cage.. quite a lot of the time toward the
end she was in Voldemort�s bed and occasionally she was in the dungeons.� And Harry had thought she was dead.

But still.
Feeling
inexplicably defiant at the sense of being excluded even as she was
patronisingly catered to, she took a large gulp of her drink.�

It burned much more than the little sip had.�
She choked slightly and gasped for air.�
Both boys chuckled, watching her redden in reaction to the alcohol.
�Yeah..
sure then..� Harry said softly.� �I�ll
have another one.� Make it a red rum with
horntail.�
Draco�s
eyes glinted in pleasure.� �Merlin.. I
have no idea how you can like that
drink.� It�s vile!�
�Harry�s smile looked quite dark for a moment.

�Its..� I think it�s the idea of it more
than anything.� Tastes like..revenge.� I can�t explain.� It�s nuts, I know.� It�s what I want, anyway.
Hermione,
struggling to keep drinking the overly sweet and uncomfortably hot drink, watched
as Draco glided away to a cabinet by the wall.�
She didn�t hear him speak but two drinks appeared on the sideboard.� He brought them both back.� His own was a livid green and glowed
slightly.�

Harry�s was a deep horrible red.

She swallowed her mouthful and it went down the wrong way, causing her to cough
as her eyes watered.�� She felt a hand
patting her back gently and blinked away the tears to find Draco crouching beside her with concern on his pointy face.�

That made her recover quickly.� She was a half second away from admonishing
him for touching her when he removed his hand and stood in one move, turning on
the ball of his foot and gliding back to his chair.�

He sat down with a somewhat pensive look on his face.�
Feeling
off balance, she looked at Harry, only to find him sipping at the horrible
drink.�

It left a slight red rim around the top of his lip.�

He licked it away with visible satisfaction.�
She watched the point of his pink tongue travel over the curve of his
top lip.
The
heat that rose in her cheeks was just the alcohol, obviously.
�What..is
a red rum with horntail..exactly?� she asked quietly, unsure if she really
wanted to know.� If it was what she
suspected, she really didn�t need to know.
�It�s
a warm aged rum mixed two parts to one with Dragons blood.� Draco explained
with a smirk of schadenfreude at her discomfort. �I�m told that it is a vastly different taste experience according to
which breed of dragon is used.� However..
as I�d rather not drink animals blood if I can possibly avoid it, I guess I�ll never
know.� The Chinese fireball is most
popular among those that do like it.�
She
felt queasy.

It was pretty much what she�d feared � only worse.� Warm
blood?!� Eww..
Harry
just continued to happily consume his awful drink.

She wondered whether he had some secret wish to be a vampire.�
By
the time she was finishing her second vodka gimlet and Harry was downing his
fifth red rum they were all chatting with bright flushed enthusiasm and she was
really beginning to feel almost comfortable.�

Draco wasn�t so bad after all, she decided.�
He knew how to tell a dry, witty, joke and he had some interesting
stories.�
At
present he was telling them about the time when, as a very small child, he�d
broken a vase, while on a visit to a prominent acquaintance of the family.�� He�d been left in a stuffy sitting room by
himself and the temptation had been too great to play with his toy snitch.� The vase had been one casualty of his mad
dash around the room after the low flying golden ball.�

Except it hadn�t been a vase at all - it had been an urn.�

What he�d thought was dust had gone everywhere!�

Thinking he�d get into trouble, he�d tried to scrape up all the dust with his
fingers and put it in the grate.� He�d
ended up with it all over him.�

At wit�s end, he�d finally summoned a house elf and made the protesting
creature vanish all the ash and promise not to tell anyone that he�d been
involved.�

He hadn�t realised what he�d done until a few weeks later when his father
called him into the study and made him confess to breaking the urn.� When the elder Malfoy had sternly explained what
had been inside it and why it was a rather big deal to throw out the earthly
remains of the late wife of the Minister of Magic, Draco had had nightmares for
weeks about dead people chasing him and for a long time afterward refused to travel by floo or touch
anything even faintly dusty.�
Hermione
found the image somehow touching and offensive at the same time.� She could just imagine a tiny panicking
blonde boy picking up the ashes by the handful and running to the grate with
them.
�Another
drink, Granger?� Draco asked, lazily rolling his head toward her as it lay against
the back of the fur draped leather chair he was slouching in.
�Mm
maybe� she said with a smile.�� Your
turn Harry.� Tell us a story!�
Harry
furrowed his brow and finished his drink in one mouthful.�

�You know.. I don�t really have any good ones� he said uncertainly. �-and you�ve
heard most of them already.�
�Tell
me about something recent then� she said without thinking, and then found
herself regretting it.� Anything recent
would only bring the spectres of Ginny and Ron into the room.�

Draco seemed to sense it too since he dragged himself up and moved to the
cabinet to get them all a new drink.�
The
silence stretched for a while and then Harry said, quietly �Ok..� um.. letssee..� There was the time when we were on the run
and ate some bad mushrooms that Ginny found and I ended up having horrible hallucinations
that Snape was dissecting me alive for potions ingredients. �It was bloody awful. �And I had weird nightmares afterward too.� Every night for ages..�
�Weird?�
Hermione prompted, accepting her drink from Draco with a mumbled thanks and a
smile.
Harry
snorted and rolled his eyes, taking his own drink with only a brief glance up
at Draco and tossing back a large gulp.�

�Yeah.. I know.. when�d I ever not
have weird nightmares!?� But these were
different.� Just weird.� Nothing happened in them.� I just felt weak and scared and like I couldn�t
move.� Night terrors, one of the healers
at Mungo�s told me they�re called. ��I asked �bout it while I was there with you �
cause I still get them sometimes.� Not very
often though..� I didn�t know whether I
was awake or asleep sometimes.� He shivered.
�...that
reminds me of another horrible story I shouldn�t tell you!� There was a time when we all had to take
turns wearing one of Voldemort�s horcruxes, to make sure we didn�t lose it if
we had to run.� ..Slytherin�s locket.. ��

One night when I was wearing it, for almost seven
hours it just wouldn�t stop whispering in my head about how much better the
world would be, how much better I�d �feel if I just killed Ron and Ginny in their
sleep.� It went on and on.� Sometimes it made all these reasonable sounding
arguments and then it would just go back to ordering and cajoling.. and whispering.� It was worst when it whispered..�

Harry�s expression turned dark and contemplative.

�I spose I don�t really wish they were dead..� S�a bit extreme.. but..a lot lately I jus� wish
I didn�t have t�go home.�
She
blinked,� Her gaze flicking between the
slightly unfocused guilty expression on Harry�s face and the knowing smirk on Draco�s
�Feels
so much better now you�re here, Mione.�
Well.. better n�worse, y�know?�
Everything�d be better if you were Ginny.� Or.. or.. something.�� He blinked, confused and seemingly shocked at
what he�d just said.

�Not that I wish you were like her.� S�not
that. �I don�t even like her.� Don� be her. �I juss wish I could go back n� change it.. wish
i�d never..� wish she wasn�t..� �he blushed and pulled his horrible drink to
his lips again, downing it with flushed cheeks. ��
She
was suddenly feeling too drunk to deal with this line of thinking right
now.� Harry implying that he wished he
could be with her and not Ginny was
just terrible on so many levels.� It was
almost worse than him not noticing her at all.�

Why hadn�t Voldemort foreseen this?!

She no longer wanted Harry.� To be with Harry would be worse than being
with anyone else in the world.� Voldemort
had changed everything.
She
was spared further uncomfortable drunken confessions on Harry�s part since Draco
had apparently just remembered the reason for their visit again.� Sitting up with a start, his face was the
picture of bright curious anticipation.�
He placed his green concoction on the floor, and summoned a house elf to
bring him the stone block.�� It left the
object on the floor in front of him and departed again with a brief bow.
�Maybe
it�ssa kinda rare stone used in potions?� Harry slurred.� �Some gredient?�
Greedy ant, greedy ant� Hermione�s mind chortled insensibly. �
�Merlin�s
balls � were you even in potions, Harry?!�
the blonde exclaimed, disgusted� �Its
limestone!� Yes.� It�s a potions ingredient, but a common one.� And cheap also.� He wouldn�t leave me this if that were all it
were.� I could buy mountains of limestone if I needed it.��

Draco sounded entirely sober and focused.

Hermione wondered how much he drank and how frequently.� She knew for her own part she had had way too much to drink now.� She was drunk
in fact.
He
ran his wand over the object with apparently little success.�� He touched it.� Nothing. �Whispered several incantations to no
observable effect.
�maybe
s�blood� she said and then slapped her hand over her mouth, horrified at how
she�d sounded.� Draco, though, glanced up
and nodded agreement before slicing his wand down his palm without hesitation
and drizzling the red liquid over the top of the stone.
She
watched, fascinated by the bright red stream falling from his pale white
hand.�
It
was peculiar how this bothered her so
much less than the idea of Harry drinking warm dragon�s blood.�

What did that say about her as a person?!
The
blood was the answer.�

She could see now the way that it seemed to be eating into the stone, welling
deeper and deeper as the top of the block became concave and then a visible
hole appeared.� When it seemed that no
further change was taking place Draco withdrew his hand and healed it absently.
Then
he leaned cautiously over the stone and peered inside.
Hermione
waited for something to jump out and bite him
Evidently
there was nothing of concern within, since he reached into the stone a few
moments later and gingerly removed what turned out to be a small piece of
parchment and a long slender opaque bottle.

Draco read the parchment, frowning slightly at first, and then seemed delighted
by it.� Almost disbelieving of his own
good fortune.�
�Do
you know what this is?!� he demanded in a tight excited tone.
She
and Harry both shook their alcohol mazed heads. �The motion made her entire world spin wildly.
�Its
Ocra!� Draco almost squealed in joy.� �It�s
impossible to get these days.� No one can make it.� The ingredients are virtually all restricted
and there are probably only a handful of potions masters who might have the
skill to brew it.�

This is something that only he could give me.� I�ve never been able to buy any, although I�ve
tried.�
�Wazzit
do?� Harry wondered aloud.
�What
does it do?!!� It..� Draco paused and
took a deep breath, as if trying to forcibly calm himself.

�It..makes you feel good... I don�t
know.� I can�t describe it.� I�ve only ever tried it once.� And it was just a thimbleful.�� You can�t know till you�ve tasted it.�
Harry
looked dubious and Hermione herself was already struggling through the strangely
complex mental steps rehearsing a polite refusal of something that was
apparently the greatest thing Draco could imagine.
Draco
bit his lip, looking at Harry.� It seemed
like he was facing a painful choice.

Finally he seemed to reach a decision.
�I
will allow you to have a very small taste of it, if you want� he said, as if
offering one of his own kidneys.
Hesitating,
Harry looked at Hermione.� �whaddya
think, Mione?� Wanna try ocra?�
She
was already shaking her head when Draco interrupted hastily �She can�t.� One of the ingredients is seasnake
venom.� It�s something you have to have a
resistance to.� I was exposed in
childhood and you tolerate reptile ingredients.�
Or at least.. all the ones that I�ve seen that can be mixed in
cocktails.�� Granger will end up in St
Mungo�s again if she drinks this.�
Harry
looked sorrowful.�

�M�sorry I dint save you sooner Mione� he mumbled.� �Nex time I�ll do it right, ok?�
She
nodded, smiling at his state.�

Even so, she didn�t think that it was a good idea for Harry to drink anything
with any kind of venom in it.� Poisons
had venom in.�� And some sleeping
draughts.� But only spider venoms.� And they were dangerous.. addictive.. easily
overdosed.

She was listing in her head all the potions she knew of that used acromantula
venom when Harry swallowed the shot glass of black liquid.
�Harry!�
she cried, just a few moments too late.�
He was swallowing thickly, as if trying to dislodge something in his
throat and his eyes were half lidded.�
�Miney�
he mumbled, sounding extremely relaxed and strangely playful. � �v I ever told
you you�re.. so.. ��...so.. �.. hey... �do y�see the way the..the..moon�s moving..in
in the fire?� So.. pretty..
She
had dropped her glass and crawled over to him before she could change her
mind.� She knew a few simple diagnostic
spells and a couple of more complex dark ones.�
Draco watched with interest while she cast the latter.
Harry
was muttering something about the white wall now.� Something like the white wall was coming or
cutting.� It was all very slurred.� It frustrated her that her own mind was
responding sluggishly and she couldn�t make sense of the readings on the spells
she�d cast.�

Surely she shouldn�t be this
drunk.� Even if she hardly ever drank �
she�d had three drinks and she was having trouble concentrating enough to string
two thoughts together.�

Harry had said that Draco wouldn�t poison or drug her..
She
turned to look at said potential poisoner, only to find that he wasn�t in his
chair anymore. ��The pale hand that
descended in between her face and Harry�s nearly made her jump out of her skin
when she noticed it, a few seconds slower than she should have.� Harry giggled softly as Draco, standing behind
him on the sofa, stroked white fingertips down his cheek and then pressed them
below his chin, tilting his head back.�

The silver eyes were fixed on her
however.
�Ocra,
named after its ochre colour is so
rare that it�s virtually unobtainable.� Severus
couldn�t brew it however, because it has to be brewed by a virginal witch.� Grife
is black.� It�s also both a hallucinogen
and an aphrodisiac.�� You would have known this, Granger � if you had been
present in potions at the end of sixth year.�
Slughorn lectured on potions of intoxication and abuse.� It was one of his final classes.�

I slipped a befuddlement draught into his last red rum, not that it would have
mattered if I hadn�t � he wasn�t listening in that class at all.�

He leaned down then and brushed his lips against Harry�s, lingering
slightly.�� The green-eyed boy moaned
wantonly and tried to kiss him, reaching up with sluggish arms that Draco
easily avoided.
�Look
how responsive he is already.� He�ll have
a hell of a night if one of us doesn�t take him to bed.� I�ve heard Severus describe it once.� It sounded horrific.�� Draco looked morbidly fascinated. �The potion
makes sex amazing though apparently.� I
told him I wanted to try it but he was always reluctant to allow me to, in
light of the serious side effects possible with the potion.�
Hermione
tried to piece together her mind.� �what..did..� Why?�
You..�
The
sneer was terrible.� She found herself
almost physically transported back to third year.� It was a jarring disorientating feeling.�
�Because, mudblood, it�s to my advantage...�
She
recoiled as if he�d slapped her.
Draco
smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her.�

�Severus might have left it for me.. but I haven�t wasted much and this way �� you�ll either have to watch him suffering all
night or you�ll take pity on him and fuck him � which will lead to major problems with the Weasley idiots
when they find out � and Potter is far too principled to allow you to stay
there without telling them.� �

When Ginevra Weasley learns that you�ve had your way with her poor inebriated
husband-to-be, you�ll be lucky if all
she insists upon is your leaving her future home and never returning.

On the other hand..the only way Harry might decide not to tell his little red headed slave driver would be if you were
no longer living there.� Then he could convince himself that the
problem was gone.

...And of course... either way, you�ll have nowhere else to go then.� I�ll be your best alternative.��
She
took in Draco�s slow graceful passage around the couch, feeling herself on the
brink of jumping up and trying to run away. �Although she hadn�t really understood what he�d
just been talking about.. (something about Ginny?� And Harry?) she had the vague feeling that it
wasn�t good.� It was something she should
be worried about.�

When the blonde wizard reached her, he lowered himself down to half kneel
behind her, his movements smooth and fluid.�
She shivered in horrified revulsion when Draco cautiously reached out
and gripped her by the shoulders, twisting her back and tugging her against his
chest.� She felt him bow his head and
inhale next to her hair.� Then he bowed
lower and she really did squeak in
horror as his tongue flickered out and licked her neck experimentally.�
�Incidentally..Hermione.. Harry�s wasn�t the only
spiked drink.� Come morning, you�re not
going to remember anything other than the obvious - that you, unwisely, drank too much with Harry and
myself and ended up in bed with him.� Whatever happens tonight.. that will be
what you believe in the morning.� Trust me.. I�m very good with memory
charms.�

He sniffed in amusement next to her ear.

�Maybe we should do it together... ...Fuck the boy saviour, I mean.�

She couldn�t see him but she felt the sucking kiss he laid on her throat and
struggled ineffectually against the arms that held her in place.�
�After
all..� It�s not as if I haven�t had Harry
before...� Draco murmured with an audible smirk. ��-and what does it matter if I take a small
preview of your pleasures?!�� You�re going to be living here soon.. and
soon after you�ll be mine.� �

Whatever the Dark Lord saw in you that made him place you above all other
witches and wizards, despite your blood... It�ll be mine. �Malfoys always
get the best - and for some reason I�ve yet to fully understand, you are the
best.�
She
turned her head to see him out of the corner of her eye smirking at her
wolfishly.�

She knew Draco had just said something awful.�
She wasn�t sure why it was awful.�
And it had somehow sounded a bit like a compliment.� But she just felt it in her bones � she should be hopping mad right now.� If it had been possible, she would have
cursed him, but it seemed like she must have dropped her wand after she�d cast
dark diagnostic spells on Harry, the results of which she couldn�t remember
anyway.� �Her mind was becoming more and more vague..

She was disturbed.� Draco was looking at
her.. touching her. �Did he want something?� What was going on?� Had she drifted off for a moment?!� She didn�t quite understand what was going
on.�

Why was Harry staring at the fire with such a strange haunted expression?!� He was running his hand up and down his own
thigh as if stroking a cat.�� Draco..� Draco was very close.� She could feel his breath on her neck.
�What
do you say, mudblood?� Shall we take the
boy saviour upstairs and share him?� He�s
already squirming for affection.� He�ll
be screaming soon if we don�t give him what he needs...what he wants..�
She
shook her head, trying to clear it.�

�No.. stop.� Malfoy.. I can�t.. I can�t think.. help!�

Asking him for help felt impossibly wrong somehow.� And yet he was looking at her with sympathy
and something like tenderness.� She
couldn�t put together what was happening.�
Draco was too close and why was it so dark?.. blue lights.. Harry�s eyes
were closed as he lay slumped on the sofa.�
He looked like he was sleeping..� Draco�s
eyes were so silvery.
Kissing
her.� Someone was kissing.� She kissed back mindlessly, sucking at the
hot wet muscle that invaded her mouth.�
There was a low growl of appreciation.�
An arm went around her..� Another
hand was grazing up her abdomen over the robes, up higher, was cupping her
breast and squeezing almost painfully.� She
thought about struggling but she wasn�t sure whether that was the right thing
to do.� Who was she kissing?! �Was it him?!
�No no.. it wasn�t him.. he was
dead.� Who then?! �What was happening?� Was it a spell?!� Nothing made sense.� But it felt good.� She whimpered and arched against the body
above her, pressing herself harder against the hand massaging and teasing her
breast.� Her partner�s lips moved from
her mouth, kissing a path to her ear and nipping at her deliciously.� His hot breath made her shudder in
pleasure.�

Voldemort.� She wanted it to be
Voldemort.� If she closed her eyes she
could almost believe it was.
Then
the lips were dragged away abruptly and she heard a meaty thudding sound a few
times.�
When
she opened her eyes again they met bright Avada Kedavra green ones.
�Harry!�
she breathed in relief.� �What�s going
on?!� I can�t.. cant�t..remember.. or.. or something..� Were we kissing?!�

Harry looked a bit sad for a moment but then he whispered decisively �yes.��

He got to his feet and, shakily at first, slipped his arms under her, pulling
her up against him and lifting.� She
reached out and clung to him as her head whirled woozily.
�I
want to go home� she whimpered under her breath, thinking about the cage...� ��
�I�m
taking you home� came the answer.� �We�re
leaving now�
He
stumbled with her through the library and back out to the foyer.� From the floo chamber, they flooed back to
Grimmauld place, where Harry rested for a moment in a chair in the sitting
room, with her on his lap, still clinging to him.� She could feel him shaking slightly and
wondered vaguely why.
After
a time he held her tightly again and, with effort, stood.� He tried to apparate, and seemed
disorientated when they reappeared halfway up the stairs to the third
floor.� He nearly dropped her.� Unsteadily, he put her down and helped her walk
up the last few stairs.� She had the
problem that she didn�t know where she was going or where she was.� But with his hand in hers the final level of
stairs and the corridor to her room were negotiated without too many stops and
reversals.� He almost fell through the
door into her room with her and herded her across to the bed.�
She
was confused when he started to undress.
�Do
you sleep here too?!� she asked, trying to remember whether she might have
somehow started to date Harry and forgotten about it.
�Mm.�
He replied absently, tugging off his final article of clothing, the black
boxers he�d been wearing.� She barely had
time to register how gorgeous he looked unclothed before he moved to her side
swiftly and started to unfasten her black robes.� She batted at his hand, feeling strangely
distressed.
�No..
stop.. you�re not.. not.. right....
Don�t, Harry.�
Giving
a little growl of impatience, Harry flicked with his hand and her clothing
disappeared all at once - with the strange exception of one stocking.�

She squeaked and tried to cover herself but he had already captured her wrists
and dragged her in a rough circle, tossing her onto the bed.� She looked around just in time to see him
climb on behind her and crawl across to her with a very intent look in his green eyes.�
�Calm
down, Mione..� he murmured in reaction to her distress.� �You know you want me.� You�ve always
wanted me.� I need you now...and you can�t escape anyway.. so relax.. You will enjoy this..�
She
didn�t feel her panic lifting at that disturbing little announcement and
struggled when she was manipulated until she lay on her back.� Harry was crawling over her and she couldn�t
remember what was wrong.� He wasn�t the
right person or something.. She started to freak out because she couldn�t
really identify why she was feeling
scared and upset.
�Shhh..
calm.. Calm down� he whispered soothingly as he lowered his body to press more
skin against her.� It felt wonderful and terrible
at the same time. �Wrong.�
�No..�
she whimpered softly.�
Her
further protests were smothered by Harry�s lips descending and insistently
ensnaring her own.� He took the kiss, forcing her to open to him
in shock, his tongue stealing into her mouth and teasing her own.� Confused and taken aback, she responded
without thinking at first.� His low moan
of delight made her body sing in want.� Thus
distracted, her hands were grasped gently and pressed down against the bed
beside her head.� She tugged at them weakly
but Harry was so much stronger and he seemed somehow dangerous right now.�
�Want
you, Mione� he mumbled against her lips.�
The movement tickled and she licked her lips to relieve the
sensation.� His body was hard and hot as
he braced himself above her, balanced.�

With a sense of reluctant relief, she gave up fighting against her strange confusion
and simply listened to what her body
wanted.� It wanted Harry.� Now!�
She leaned up the couple of centimetres that now separated them and
licked at his lip teasingly.�

The small sign of willingness seemed to spur him on and he kissed her hard, almost violently, sucking and
biting at her.�
For
only a second he let go of her hands in order to tear off his glasses, tossing
them away to the side in irritation, before he returned and stormed her mouth
again.�
Somewhere
in the midst of the kissing she felt a slight cool dribble against her hip.� Something had dripped on her.�

She wasn�t so confused that she couldn�t work out what that was.�

Harry started to nudge her thighs wider with his knees, sliding lower as they
parted.� Now she felt a hot hard bar touch and then rest against her naked
mons.� She wriggled and tugged at her
arms but the familiar wizard above her, her best friend, only tightened his grip
and pressed down.� There was a slight
sting and then he pulled his hands away and she found that she still couldn�t
move her own.
�Struggle
all you want now.� Harry purred in a way that both terrified and excited
her.�

The feeling was familiar.��

With a tingling ache of anticipation, she didn�t resist as he spread her thighs
wider still, leaning back on his heels and gazing down upon her body completely
bared to him. ��His eyes roved over her,
almost glowing with bright hunger.�

She felt his fingertips trail up her thighs slowly, but just as she was
starting to move; to wind her hips against the tickling, tempting sensation, it
stopped and Harry leaned down over her again, falling upon her breasts with wet
open kisses and love bites. His hands were everywhere, stroking and scratching
and gripping her.� She whined helplessly,
twisting beneath him.�

When he latched onto the tight little bud of her nipple and sucked hard, she squealed and tugged at her
wrists, wanting to push him away to relieve the ache.� He closed his teeth on her nipple as if in
warning and then sucked hard again, pulling her into an arch as he tugged her
nipple upward, his teeth closing with the movement into a sharp bite.� She groaned at the tang of painful pleasure
and he released her, panting and grinning.�

�Like that?!� he asked and proceeded to scatter sharp nips all down her
abdomen.�

Although he licked over each one afterward, they still stung and she was more
and more scared, the further down he moved.�

�..D-don�t..� Harry.. please!� she
whimpered as she felt his warm breath on the sensitive skin of her nether lips.�
He
hesitated for only a second, green eyes meeting her own with a scary devil-may-care
glint in them, before he dropped down lower and started to lick her.�

It was nothing like Voldemort.� Voldemort
had seemed to know everything.. he�d
tuned his movements as if he were playing an instrument.� Harry licked her like an animal devouring
prey.� She could no more resist his
attack than she could have resisted Voldemort.. but it was very different.�

Well..with the exception of one thing, she realised.�

She was just as afraid that Harry might decide to hurt her at any second, as
she had been every time she�d been with Voldemort.� She�d never expected Harry would be like
this.� He was..nice.. protective.� He was shy and modest and good.�
She
yelped out in shock as her clit was suddenly sucked roughly.�� It felt like.. too much... Like electricity galvanising her.

His hum of pleasure transferred through his lips to her and her whine descended
into a moan.� She flexed her hips up
against him, following the tug of his mouth.
When
he released her she heard him give a soft chuckle.� It sounded quite dark.
�You
taste better than her� he spoke softly against her dripping folds.� She didn�t really understand and didn�t
care.� She moved her hips, trying to urge
him to continue.� He did, a moment later,
circling his tongue around her entrance and then dipping in and thrusting it as
far as he could into her.� It was
frustratingly insufficient.� She wanted more inside her.� She wanted him.. his cock..

No.. no.. his wasn�t the cock she wanted.. She struggled to think as he slid
two fingers in beneath his tongue and pumped her.� It made her hips buck automatically in
need.� It was better.. but still not
enough.� Not nearly.
�Please..
� she whispered
The
tonguing stopped but the fingers continued twisting and pumping in her.�
�Please?� Please what?!�� Harry asked in a low teasing voice.� She was shocked again that he would act this
way.� And she had no idea what he
wanted.�
�Please..
I need.. I need more..�
In
response Harry only returned his mouth to her clit and fluttered his tongue
over it in a way that made her legs quiver.�
She moaned and found herself chasing her climax almost immediately.� If he would just.. keep doing that.. Her
breath came out shivery and shallow and she licked her lips, fisting her hands
in frustration at having nothing to grip.
As
her release sped closer and closer and her movements became faster and more
urgent, she was afraid that he would stop.. that he would tease her.� Voldemort had usually teased her.. used her desperate
need in order to force her to say things.. or to beg.�

She had liked it and hated it at the same time.�
It always made her tense with adrenalin as she neared completion.
�God..
please.. please don�t stop!� She groaned.�

Harry�s tongue only strummed her faster.�
He added another finger and twisted them inside her, pumping her
hard.�� She was panting and whining now.� So close... almost there..�

It was when she was just tipping over the edge that Harry bit down on her clit.� She screamed her lungs out!� It hurt like hell and she came even so, the
pain and pleasure twining in her brain.�
Sketchily,
she was aware of him crawling higher and slinging her legs over his arms. �He was thrusting into her before she was even
down from the rush. �She gasped at the
feeling of being suddenly filled.� And so completely filled.� It felt perfect.� Like.. an itch she couldn�t quite reach while
he was licking her.�

From his low exultant groan, it was clear that he was pleased too.�� He slid out slowly, his head bowed, his eyes
closed and then he slammed back into
her, wringing a thrilled yelp from her.� �

He fucked her hard, setting up a brutal pace, alternating his movements every
minute or so with slow circling or rolling before returning to drilling her
rough and fast.

When she closed her eyes, it almost felt right..
like him. Like Voldemort. �But
he growled �look at me� and she had to open them again to see the familiar
face.. the acid green eyes..the skin that wasn�t at all marble white.�
He
fucked her to another moaning climax ..but when he drew close to his own end,
he pulled out suddenly and spent himself on her belly with gritted teeth and a
growl of frustration.�

�have to be careful� he muttered, seemingly to himself.�
Shaking
his head as if dazed he flicked his hand.�
When nothing happened he frowned and did it again.� On the third try she felt a scourgify ripple
over her.�

He flopped down on the bed next to her a moment later, his breathing almost
normal again.� She looked at him � black hair
matted and sweaty, his eyes half lidded and sleepy but still bright.� His shoulders and neck showed the change to
his body most.� He was sinew and muscle
now.�
�How
do you feel?� he asked, his head on her pillow and hand stroking down her damp
abdomen slowly.
�I..don�t
know.� Tired.� Confused.�
Relaxed.� Don�t ask me
things.� It makes my head hurt.�

She watched the familiar beautiful face tighten slightly as a flicker of
something flashed through the acid green eyes.�
Guilt?� Worry?�
�Me
too� he said softly.� �But.. I know I
want you..� I want you even more now.� Everything is so..fucked up.�� What am I going to do?!�� I can�t exactly leave her.� And I don�t want
to stay.�
�I
don�t know Harry.� I.. I�m not sure what
you mean. �I...can�t move my arms.� She tugged
at them ��Did I get hurt somehow?�
He
stared at her.

�No.� You�re fine� he said hollowly and
swallowed.� The expression he wore was
troubling.� He looked like he was ashamed
of himself suddenly. �He�d gone white.

�I... It doesn�t matter if you don�t understand why but I�m sorry, Mione.� I�m so sorry!�
I.. shouldn�t have..� I.. I just needed you.� I couldn�t resist it.� But it was wrong.� You didn�t even know.. you don�t even know now what happened.� I.. I fucking raped you.� I guess.� No.� I did. �You don�t even know what�s happening right now.� God!.. I�m sick. ��How could I do that?!� After.. what you�ve been through.� I�m a monster.� I don�t know what the fuck is wrong with me to.. to..�
He
got up suddenly, almost flying off the bed.�
Hermione
had just discovered that she could move her arms and was inspecting them for
any sign of why they�d stopped working before.�
When she looked up, Harry was standing next to the bed, dressed and
apparently upset.�
She
realised that she was lying naked on top of the duvet.� And Harry was in the room.� Was he upset about seeing her naked?� He wasn�t supposed to be here. ��With a squeak she rolled off the bed and hid,
fumbling around for the duvet and pulling it around herself.�

Harry seemed to actually shrink as he stood, his arms wrapped around his middle
as if feeling sick.� He looked
inconsolable.

When she�d concealed herself in the duvet sufficiently, she stood up nervously.� He was still there, wide glassy eyes staring
at her sorrowfully.�
�What�s
wrong, Harry?� What time is it?� Why.. why did you come in here?�

The last question made her a little nervous.�
Hadn�t they been..with Draco?� What
had happened then?�
�My
mistake, Mione� Harry said dully. �I thought you were still awake.� I�m sorry.. I didn�t.. mean to..� I.. didn�t look, don�t worry.� I just wanted to tell you something I forgot
to tell you earlier.� But it can wait
till tomorrow morning.� I�m really sorry,
ok?�
She
frowned, a bit confused.� What was he
sorry about?

Feeling mildly irritated, she shrugged acceptingly.� �Ok.�
That�s alright.. I guess.�
He
sighed deeply and, with a last look back, he turned on the spot and
disapparated.
She
watched as a tuft of black hair fell lightly to the ground, cleanly severed.
Seconds
later she�d forgotten all about it.�
Eventually
she managed to align her thoughts long enough to figure out that it was night..
dark.. she was naked and she should be in bed.�
She couldn�t remember why she�d woken up or what had possessed her to
get up and wrap the duvet around herself.. but, with some halts and confused
moments, she got herself back into a horizontal position with the duvet spread
out over the bed.
Her
body felt a bit achey and sore, she noticed vaguely as she was drifting off to
sleep.� It didn�t trouble her much though..
and soon she�d slipped into soft dreamless oblivion.

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