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Breaking the Chain	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 42453 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that belongs to the glorious J.K Rowling. I don't make any money off of this writing, I simply twist her world for my own pleasure.

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Hermione chewed a piece of beef slowly. She was still so tired, as if she hadn't gotten enough sleep yesterday, and guilt assailed her once more. She couldn't believe her injury had gotten so bad. She also couldn't believe that Draco had gotten them here alone, that he had saved her. Barely more than a week before and he certainly would have left her for dead. She smiled, thinking about how much he had changed since then, the look in his eye now when he gazed at her. He loved her as she did him. It was an incredible transformation.
Now, even more unbelievably, she sat across from Alvida Eynon, a strikingly beautiful woman who smiled constantly. She seemed so happy they were there. Alvida had just explained to her what she had supposedly already explained to Draco, about herself, how she knew who they were and about the Time Turner. Hermione was admittedly nervous about jumping with a Time Turner that had never been tested before. What if something went wrong again? What if they couldn't get back home? What if they were stuck in some parallel dimension between time? Questions bounced around in her head as she watched Alvida watching her.
"You have more you would like to ask me. Please, feel free. I will tell you anything I can. I understand how difficult all of this must be to comprehend, I myself still have some difficulty believing you are both here finally, that it wasn't just a dream."
Hermione looked at her, considering her words carefully. "I have read about you many times. When I was first given a Time Turner I learned as much as I could about them, how they worked, how they were made, what could happen if things went wrong. You are the first known inventor. I've always been envious of you; so famous for using your magic in ways people of your day didn't even understand to create something so immense." Hermione kneaded the cloth napkin before her, unable to meet her gaze. "But your story also saddened me. I have one question before the rest. Have you sent your plans to your friend in France already?"
Alvida smiled that knowing smile that told her she knew something Hermione didn't. "I know no one in France."
Hermione was perplexed. All the texts had said...
"But, your package was recorded having gone to France. That's where the Time Turner first came out, nearly two decades later... You didn't send it to France?"
"Those were not my words, Hermione. I said I know no one in France."
Hermione's head hurt. She was tired of all this thinking, all this uncertainty. If she sent the package to France, but she knew no one...Who did she send it to?
Alvida leaned forward. "Think, Hermione. You are a smart witch. Did anyone ever find my body?"
Her body...? The fire! Hermione's head whipped up. "You know?"
"Yes. They have been on my trail for a long time now. This last battle just outside my house has clarified their doubts about where I am. I cannot hide any longer. I do not know what my future holds, but I know that I must leave here, and for that I sent my plans ahead, to France. It will be received by Madame Constancia Mauvoisin."
"Madame Mauvoisin? She's the next known owner of the Time Turner! You're..." Hermione started. "You're her...you're Madame Mauvoisin."
Alvida nodded, smiling again. "I will leave in the morning. I shall go to France and continue to work on my precious gift."
Hermione knew where Alvida's new life was headed. She would marry Comte le Brun and together they would put forth the first known Time Turner which had supposedly stemmed from the one her friend Alvida Eynon had sent her eighteen years earlier.
Alvida Eynon hadn't died, she had simply disappeared... Had this happened because she and Draco had come here? Or regardless of?
Draco stepped out of the washroom just then, his blonde hair damp and plastered to his gorgeous head, his black robes open to reveal his black button up and black slacks, much more sophisticated than the simple outfit she'd chosen the morning of the battle. He grinned at her, apparently happy to be out of the hose, and her breath caught. How could a man as handsome as he look at someone like her with such longing?
"Much better," Alvida said, nodding to him. "Now come, sit. We have much to discuss before you two get some rest."
They talked until the night turned to day, grey clouds covering the sky, a light drizzle pitter-pattering on the roof. Plans were made, their tasks set. It seemed Alvida had been ready for this day a long time, not one detail left to chance. Hermione was nervous, but confident in their strategy.
Hermione's head felt like a wrung sponge when she finally stumbled into bed after drinking an awful tasting potion and Draco slid in next to her holding her close, spooning her body to his. His lips traveled the shell of her ear making her shiver.
"This is it," Hermione whispered.
"Yes," he breathed. She felt he was keeping something from her, but she refused to pry. This time tomorrow they would be back where they were supposed to be. They would go back to hating each other, at least in the eyes of the outside world. She knew, deep down, that she would never feel the peace she did now again. These last hours she would cherish and take with her. It was all they had, all they could ever have.
They'd said their good-byes to Alvida who would be gone before they woke. She felt they were more protected that way. This was the last leg of their journey. Their last farewell. Although Hermione's body begged for sleep, she turned to Draco, tracing his features with her fingertips, telling him through touch her love for him. His hand grabbed hers and he placed tender kisses on her palm. In her wildest dreams she could never have imagined Draco Malfoy, the tormentor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, would be a gentle lover. She knew it was a part of him he reserved only for her.
The room was slowly filled with her sighs, his whispers of words that would never again be repeated. Even as her body soared her heart broke for the time they would never have. She fought back the tears; she didn't want Draco to know the anguish she was in. She wanted to beg him to stay with her, to come to their side. But she had told him she had expected no promises, knew there would never be a future. So she would be strong; for Harry, for Ron, for the Order, for the wizarding world, for all her family and friends who were counting on her. She would break her heart, shatter her soul for them. She would lose the only love she had ever had, would ever have, to do what was right, what she knew she had to do. She would take these hours that were given to her and make them last a lifetime of emptiness.
Draco slowly drugged her with kisses, running his tongue lazily against her own, committing each feeling to memory. He kissed every inch of her face while his hands calmly undressed her. Their movements were not hurried. They drew out the time they had left like two people on either end of a tongue of taffy, pulling it beyond its boundaries so that each and every last bit could be used to its fullest extent.
Her hands crept along the buttons of his shirt, her lips coming out to kiss every centimeter of exposed flesh, his muscular chest sucking in when she went lower to his abs that were chiseled like rock, hidden beneath a layer of pale silk and golden hair. She watched his face as she pushed his shirt from his shoulders, her hands running down his arms as she shoved the material away. She tucked away the feel of his muscles, his strong arms that could hold her so gently or fight off men in battle, into the corner recesses of her mind. When the shirt was fully off he clasped her hands in his own, bringing them to his chest and holding them there. Her palm flattened against his thudding heart.
"It beats for you."
A tear slid down her cheek, unchecked as his words shocked her. She wanted to cry out in rage, it wasn't fair! Why did they have to suffer so? His knuckle came out to swipe at the tears making their way to her chin.
"No tears, not tonight," he whispered gently, his own face a mask of anguish.
She nodded. She found it somewhat ironic that it wasn't night at all, but day. Their room was dark so she could pretend that it was night; pretend that this was something they would repeat over and over. She knew she would in her dreams every night.
They kissed, two damned lovers kneeling in the middle of the bed, from different backgrounds, from different sides of a war, in a different time. Her arms held him close as he removed his remaining garments and lowered her slowly to the straw mattress. They crawled over each other, memorizing, admiring, loving. Sleek muscles pressed into hard ones, rough, calloused hands swept over incredibly soft skin. Sweat clung, hands held, breaths stammered.
When he slid into her they stayed, melded into each other, for hours. When he moved, each stroke went on for days. They climbed, slowly, softly to the unobtainable heights that were suddenly reachable together. He pressed her body to his own while they made gentle, tender love. Time passed but the day did not wear on, and Hermione figured she had Alvida to thank for that.
When they finally climaxed they came together, clinging, holding.
They fell asleep the same way, their slumber deep and penetrating. With the memory of these last few hours, they would wake in the evening and do what they had to do.
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When he woke, Draco felt a weight on his heart. He knew after this last task ahead he and Hermione would part forever. He had not told her that they could stay, that he wanted to stay. He knew that she, like he, had not even considered the possibility. Her responsibility to her friends was too great; she wouldn't let them down. He didn't want to give her the choice, for her to feel the anguish he felt at the decision. He knew she thought she loved him, but she would get over him eventually. After a few weeks her broken heart would mend and she would forget about him. She would hate him for what he had to do and she would find another. She would be happy. It was what she deserved.
Twilight was on its way. They had slept for a good while, resting up for what was coming. He slid from the bed, trying not to disturb the still sleeping witch that his dead arm was stuck under. He dressed quickly and went in search for food. He knew Alvida would be gone, knew she had lengthened their time together and then left them to doze. He was grateful for those stolen hours.
On the kitchen table lay the old fashioned Time Turner and a note:
Draco and Hermione,
Love from the deepest parts of my heart go out to you both. I have worked diligently towards this night my entire life. I wish I could assure you that everything will work out fortunately for you both, but I cannot, for I have not the heart to do so. Your destinies lie ahead of you, unchartered. Make the best of them. There will be strife and sorrow, but together, you can accomplish what alone you cannot.
I know that this decision was not an easy one for either of you, for your love is pure and beautiful and it grieves my heart to know how you will be tested in these days to come.
And lastly, I thank you for what you will do tonight. I am sorry that I had to ask so much of you but I have faith that your assistance may allow my own destiny to go forth to do what I am put on this earth to do.
Blessings to you both,
Alvida
Draco crumpled the letter and threw it in the fire, not wanting Hermione to see the part about their choice. His own heart would grieve for the both of them.
Bread and cheese were laid out with a jug of mead for them. He ate his portion greedily and grabbed one of the potion vials laid out for Hermione and carried it back to the bedroom where he intended to rouse her gently with sweet kisses, but the bed was empty and neatly made.
She was awake and dressed, standing at the window, staring out at the weak sun which had filtered through the grey clouds while they were sleeping. It was a dark, harvest orange, sinking slowly into the horizon.
"Why were you in the dungeons that day?" she asked, her voice calm as if she'd simply asked for the date.
Draco was taken aback. Where had this come from? She turned to him, her hand still resting on the sill, her hair set ablaze by the sun behind her, peaking between the trees. Draco set the food and potion on the bedside table slowly, unsure of how to answer.
"You asked me what I was doing down in the dungeons, but I could ask the same of you," she continued, her voice level but her eyes betraying the emotion she held back. "The fight was upstairs, as you said. You accused me of hiding. Is that what you were doing? Hiding?"
What was going on? Why, after everything they'd shared, did she suddenly want to know what had almost happened on that fateful day? She looked at him calmly, waiting for his confession. Draco set his jaw.
"No, I know you weren't. Just as you knew I wasn't." She started towards him slowly. He stood frozen, unable to move from the weight of her words.
"So why were you down there? Were you protecting Nagini?"
Draco was stunned. Nagini? She should have been in the Master's quarters...why would she have been in the dungeons? That didn't make sense. Unless Hermione knew something he didn't... And her words she'd cried out in the woods came to his mind... Nagini, Wormtail, my fault...
"What are you implying?" he asked darkly, looking deep into her eyes, but her ocean of secrets remain locked amongst their depths, her words only skimming the surface.
"Only that Wormtail is not man enough to protect such a precious item. It does not make sense to leave her so open."
Why would Nagini need protection? And why would she care so much about the Dark Lord's pet snake?
"I don't know what you are getting on about so you had better spit it out," he growled.
Her brow raised as if she didn't believe his ignorance. "You don't know?"
Was she taunting him? Why was she doing this? Why was she bringing this up now? They needed to prepare, to be cherishing these last moments, not drudging up a past which could only rip them apart.
He reached for her but she moved back, away from his touch. "Look, let's just leave it be, there's no sense in digging this up. Take your potion, we need to get ready," he said, turning to grab the vial but she stilled him with a strong hand on his elbow.
"No, not until you answer me."
He sighed irritatedly. "What does it matter? It was my fucking house, wasn't it? I could be wherever I damn well pleased!"
"But why would you choose that place, at that exact time? Right when I went down?" She was looking at him accusingly, her eyes trying to drill into his own as if she could pry out his secrets from that simple act.
"For that matter, why were you there?" he asked, attempting to change the subject.
"I had work to do," she stated simply.
"Not good enough. If you're going to interrogate me about what I was doing in my own house then you should have the decency to tell me what it is you were doing."
"I can't, Draco. You wouldn't understand anyway. Just tell me the truth, were you sent down there to kill me?"
The blood drained from his face at her damning words. Shit. How the hell did she know, how could she know? He watched her as her eyes bore into him, seeking the answers he didn't want to give. Eventually she nodded.
"You were. I can tell."
He said nothing. She had made her own assumption, he hadn't told her anything. Let her think what she would, she would come to her own conclusions anyway. The damn witch was too smart for her own good. The words stuck in his throat because he couldn't deny her accusation, but neither could he acknowledge the painful truth.
She turned away from him, walking back to the window.
"It's alright, Draco. I understand. You were just doing what you had to do. I'm a Muggle-born, Harry Potter's friend. It makes sense he would want to use me as a way to get to Harry. Is it still your mission? When we go back, will you still be forced to carry out his orders?"
He flinched at the pain that stuck through him at her words because they were so horribly accurate. When he returned he would be expected to resume his task. And he would be killed for his inability to follow it through.
He couldn't tell her, couldn't put that pain on her shoulders, knowing that he would be forced to give his life to spare hers. None of this was her fault; she hadn't asked to be born to the wrong parents, hadn't known when she'd befriended Potter that she would be thrust into this war. She hadn't intended to make the person who was supposed to be her murderer fall so desperately in love with her.
Hermione turned back to him, so achingly beautiful that his heart broke even more. The understanding and acceptance in her eyes was almost more than he could bear. She looked down to his fists which were clenched against the horrible reality of his life and covered the few steps that were between them. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him, her ear pressed against his heart.
He shuddered at her touch. Here he was, all but wordlessly admitting that he had meant to kill her back at the Manor and she was comforting him. Completely enraptured by the grace of her love, Draco clung the person whose life he would willingly sacrifice his own for.
Everything was so fucked up.
He hung on for a while longer before pressing her back and making her drink the potion. She made a face.
"Urgh it's revolting! It tastes almost as bad as Polyjuice Potion!"
This struck him as odd and he shook his head, blinking. "Wait, when did you ever drink Polyjuice Potion?"
She paled. "Er, well...erm, we, I-"
"We? Meaning you and Potty and the Weasle?"
She blushed furiously and stammered on. "Well, we- I mean yes, we did but it's not, I mean-"
He crossed his arms taking great pleasure in her obvious discomfort, his lips tilting up as he sensed a thrilling tale beneath her embarrassment.
"Who did you turn into?"
"You mean what," she grumbled then snapped her head up, eyes wide. "I mean-"
He burst out laughing while she fumed. "What? You do know that potion is only supposed to be for human transformations, right?"
"Thank you so very much for your keen observation! Of course I knew that! It was an accident! If Millicent hadn't-"
"Millicent? As in Millicent Bulstrode?"
Hermione clapped her hands over her red face. She moaned in agony while Draco continued to roar in mirth.
"What in Merlin's name would make you want to turn into her?"
"I didn't want to but I wasn't left with many options!" she said looking up angrily.
Draco attempted to stem the flood of laughter. "Okay, that's it, you have to let me in! What is the world was Miss Hermione Granger doing trying to turn herself into that cow?"
"I can't-"
He smirked and wrapped his arms seductively around her. He nuzzled her hair and nibbled her ear, loving when she instantly shivered. "C'mon, Hermione. Let poor Draco know. Just one tiny little insight into your life."
He could feel her melting in his grasp. "This is cheating."
He chuckled, rubbing against her and murmuring against her neck. "I'm a Slytherin, after all."
She hesitated and he knew she was hooked. "You're going to be angry..."
"I won't, I promise." Why in the world would he be angry? Had they wanted to have some kinky threesome? He shuddered at the thought of Millicent being part of anyone's fantasy. Well, he knew that hadn't happened. What other possible reason could there be for taking an illegal potion?
"Well, you see, it was in our second year..."
Draco leaned back to look at her in shock. "You brewed that in our second year? Merlin's balls, Hermione! That's N.E.W.T level!"
She squirmed self-consciously. "Well, Harry and Ron helped..."
"Yes, I'm sure they displayed their talents of fetching things for you grandly."
"They did more than that!" she protested.
"Oh, yeah?" he pried, crossing his arms. "Like what?"
"Erm...well, like...stirring...and...it was a long time ago!"
He barked in amusement. "Admit it, you brewed it on your own while those goons watched."
"They are not goons!"
"Alright, alright. Go on, enlighten me with the reason three twelve-year-olds would be interested in turning into Millicent Bulstrode of all people."
She huffed. "Well, we had learned about the Chamber of Secrets, obviously, and erm, well, we thought you had something to do with it actually..."
"Me?" he said incredulously. "Why would you think I had anything to do with it? I was just a kid, for Merlin's sake!"
She looked uncomfortable and wouldn't meet his gaze. "Well, er, because of what you said when Mrs. Norris was found."
He remembered with horrible clarity how he had gleefully shouted out "You'll be next Mudbloods!" while secretly hoping that bushy haired, buck toothed Know-It-All would be the first to go.
"Yeah, well I can see how me being a royal git would make you think that. I wanted to have something to do with it. I remembered writing father nearly every day, begging for him to tell me about it, to tell me how to get into it. But, what does this all have to do with Millicent?"
"Well, see, we figured if we could transfigure ourselves into Slytherins we could sneak into your common room and interrogate you."
"What?" he roared.
"You promised you wouldn't get mad," she reminded him, a smirk coming to the corners of her lips, and he growled.
"You do know how many rules you were breaking?" he snapped instead of drilling her.
"Yes, I was quite aware of it at the time."
Draco shook his head in amazement. "Turning yourselves into fellow students to interrogate me, of all people. How very Slytherin of you, Hermione."
She glared at him. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."
"A smart plan, indeed. Please, continue with your thrilling tale."
She looked hesitant to continue. "Well, I had gotten what I thought was a strand of Millicent's hair from when she had put me in a head-lock at the Dueling practice-"
Draco chuckled when he remembered that particular scene. It had been a favorite of his to think about when Hermione had one-upped him in everything during the following years. He sobered when he was scorched by her glare and waved his hand to allow her to continue, not trusting his voice.
"Anyway, the hair ended up being a cat's hair. That's why I was in the Hospital Wing for a few weeks that term-"
Draco couldn't help it. He whooped. He laughed until his sides hurt and he bent over, clutching them until he saw Hermione's trainer tapping on the ground, fuzzy from the tears which had gathered in his eyes at the thought of Hermione as a cat.
"Please tell me you got pictures!" he choked out, swiping at his eyes. He calmed himself as best he could at the look on her face but the grin refused to fade.
"Please, proceed," he chortled.
She continued to glare at him a good long while before continuing. "Well, I obviously couldn't go anywhere looking like that but the potion worked for Harry and Ron who turned into Goyle and Crabbe, respectfully, found their way down to the common room, with your help by the way, and interrogated you until they began to turn back."
Draco felt the blood leave his face, his amusement suddenly sliding into terror. Potter and Weasley had interrogated him as Crabbe and Goyle? For fuck's sake, he could have told them anything!
"Hermione!" he screamed.
It was her turn to laugh at the horrified look on his face. He was fuming. How had he not known? The two idiots could have done anything in the Slytherin common room! He tried to think of any conversation with his friends which had seemed out of place, but they'd spent most of the year discussing the Chamber and those morons were always saying something thick.
"What did I tell them?" he asked hysterically.
Hermione continued to laugh; she was now the one clutching her sides. He watched her with anger and amusement until he'd had enough.
"Alright, that's it, Granger," he snapped, suddenly rock hard. He picked her up as she squealed and threw her violently on the bed, crushing her beneath him. He had one brief view of her terrified eyes before he was smashing his lips upon hers, kissing her hard.
He didn't know what had gotten into him, one second he was pissed at the thought of divulging his secrets to Potter and Weasley and the next he was so turned on by the beauty of Hermione's face flushed with laughter that he was tossing her around like a bag of potatoes, trying to get her under him as fast as possible. He needed her, now.
Draco ripped off her jeans, taking her underwear and trainers with them, grabbing her hips and yanking her to the edge of the bed while she gasped. He knelt on the floor spreading her legs wide, hooking her heels up by her supple backside. She began to protest but nothing would stop him now. She was already soaking wet when his tongue descended onto her clit. She bucked off the bed with a cry as he worked her, swirling his tongue around her swollen nub, flicking it back and forth before massaging it again. She moaned and writhed, her hands coming to tangle in his hair, pressing him against her core. He grinned at her reaction as his erection raged in his slacks.
He kept his left hand on her hip to keep her steady while his right hand took over for his tongue so he could explore the rest of her, sucking on her plump lips, laving her center over and over while she groaned above him. When he plunged his tongue into her hot core he felt her shudder as she cried out, pressing him harder to her, holding him there. But she needn't have worried, he had no intention of going anywhere.
"Gods, Draco!"
He couldn't help but smile at the fact that his prude Gryffindor was screaming in ecstasy at this incredibly carnal act. He wanted to see how much further he could take her, so his fingers and his tongue switched positions and he pumped three digits roughly into her making her groan loudly. She tasted so good and her reactions were so perfect that his head spun. She writhed against him, her breath coming in pants, his name falling off her lips and soon screams were tearing out of her throat while her walls milked his fingers as he massaged that bundle of nerves. He nearly died as he lapped up her juices which gushed over his hands and face. He was rock hard and he needed to get inside her, now.
"Draco, Draco, hurry...please..."
He couldn't move fast enough. When he fumbled with his slacks Hermione Banished the pants to the floor with a sweep of her hand. He grinned and held her hips tight as he plunged into her to the hilt, making her gasp. In the back of his mind he hoped he hadn't hurt her but he couldn't stop, his need to feel her around him overtaking his senses. He pounded into her tightness over and over, snapping his hips so roughly against her he wouldn't be surprised if she bruised. Her hips bucked in time with his and her face scrunched in pleasure, her fingers tangling in the blankets.
"Harder, Draco, harder, oh, gods!"
He almost came right then. He complied, pounding into her while she screamed, her core tightening around him as another orgasm ripped through her body. Draco groaned at the feel of her walls pulsating around him so tightly that he was thrust roughly over the edge. His yells joined her as his vision went white, his body straining as he came inside her so hard he nearly passed out. He collapsed on top of her, gasping.
"Gods, Hermione..."
She groaned her consent beneath him. He chuckled and she joined him.
"That was amazing," she said breathlessly and he grinned with pride.
"I will have to agree with you there, Miss Granger. All that time we wasted fighting in school when we could have been doing this..."
Hermione giggled against his shoulder and he kissed her temple which was slick with sweat. Gods, he'd been such a fool...
Eventually he got up enough energy to tug them both onto the bed properly, curling into each other, silent as the room grew dark, trying to delay what they knew they must do.
"We have to go," Hermione finally whispered as the last dregs of daylight slipped from the sky.
He nodded, pulling her tight for one more minute. Maybe if they didn't say it loud, it wouldn't happen.
But life was never that kind. With a sigh of regret, Draco dragged himself up and pulled on his clothes while Hermione followed suit. He took her hand and led her to the table where he forced her to scarf down the meager meal. She grimaced at the mead which made him smile. She'd probably never had Firewhiskey before. He would love to see her reaction to that.
Draco lit the candles in the house and Hermione checked their satchel to be sure everything was in place. They knew what they had to do.
They sat in silence in the living room, watching the night through the windows, Hermione clutching a potion bottle to her chest. They heard a rumble in the distance and they knew the time had finally come.
They were here.
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XOXO
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