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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117470 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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Snape made good on his word and they had a stack of work each from their missed weeks of school. They were trying unsuccessfully to read it in the dim light of the bluebell flame. Even more inconveniently, there wasn’t a flat surface on which to write. They were both growing quite frustrated with having to hold a lumos and handle their wands, ink, quill, parchment, and books.

“This is bloody useless,” Draco said, flopping backwards in his chair after hours of juggling.

Hermione blew an errant curl out of her face. Draco was right. Her left hand was cramping from trying to hold her wand, book, and inkwell while her right furiously scribbled on constantly curling parchment. She hated the thought of not completing it but she was about to quit.

“We need a desk.”

“What we need,” Draco huffed, “is a damned fireplace and some candles so we can bloody see.”

“We need both then,” Hermione said. “Because even without having to hold my wand, juggling the ink well and the book is taxing.”

“Agreed,” Draco sighed, jumping slightly when a table appeared. It had two candles on it.

“Well,” Hermione hedged, flopping her work onto it and levitating her chair over. “It’s a start.”

Draco merely grunted, mirroring her actions on the opposite side of the table. In truth, he was both happy for the distraction and angry because it kept Hermione distracted. His mind was a jumbled up mess, not really fit for school work. He plugged on anyway. There was no way he could convince Hermione otherwise. Everyone knew that when she was in work mode there was no stopping her. He’d laughed many times when Potter and Weasley walked away with smoking hair for daring to interrupt.

He scribbled a few more notes on his parchment while he tried to sort through his thoughts. On one hand, he was furious that they were still stuck in this room. Being able to see out was almost worse than the closed door. There was merit in that saying that ignorance is bliss. But as angry as he was about being here, he was relieved too. Despite nearly freezing, starving, and dying of thirst, the past few weeks had been much more peaceful. He didn’t have to worry about Hermione hexing him while he slept, or at all for that matter.

Then there was the bathtub. Just thinking about that moment made his cock throb. She’d been perfect, absolutely perfect. It had earned them a bed and things had only gotten better. Her cries of pleasure still rang in his ears. His feelings of possession were still strong as well and it worried him. They had no future. He’d be disowned for even allowing the thought to enter his head. He pondered on it a moment. At least he had his own vault now. He could comfortably live and support a family off of it as long as he had a small job and invested his money right.

Family? Where in the hell had that thought come from? It had to be that bloody dream. He couldn’t get it out of his head, Hermione sitting on his lap round with child while four beautiful children ran amuck. It was all he’d ever hoped for, a loving wife, lots of little ones, not a cold glare in sight. It was just a dream of course, but it made his chest ache at the thought that he’d never have it. He’d have one heir because it was in the contract and the hassle of trying to find a discreet mistress because he couldn’t stand to touch his cold fish of a wife more than the required time to produce said heir. There would be fancy balls to secure social standings, endless meetings with politicians for prestige, dirty business deals for wealth, and of course the cold mask that every Malfoy was required to have. No warmth, no laughter, and no love, a sad existence indeed.

“You look as though someone killed your pet snake,” Hermione said quietly, startling him from his thoughts.

“Just aggravated,” he bluffed. “My fingers are bloody cold.”

“It is getting colder again,” she said thoughtfully, flexing her fingers as if to prove a point.

Draco mindlessly summoned their cloaks from the foot of the bed. He hadn’t realized he’d done it wandlessly until Hermione gasped. He looked up to see her mouth open in shock and her eyes wide.

“What?”

“Draco, you can do wandless AND nonverbal magic?”

“Yes,” he said with a frown. “Though I don’t advertise it. I have been able to for years but it would only bring more scrutiny on me if everyone knew.”

Hermione nodded and bit her lip. “C-could you teach me how?”

“It’s not something you just pick up,” he said softly, not wanting to hurt her feelings. He wasn’t sure why he cared about them, but he did. “It has to be in your make up already.”

“More pureblood hearsay then?” Hermione asked flatly.

“No. Actually, neither of my parents can. Most wizards and witches can’t, or if they can, they keep it secret. It’s rumored that the Ministry does experiments on those who can to tap into their power without a conduit. No one wants to be a lab niffler.”

“So how did you learn it?”

“By accident. It was during the Tri-wizard tournament. A bunch of the Slytherins decided to sneak out and discover what the first challenge was. We found it all right, walked a bit too close. Everyone ran. I got knocked down by a seventh year and lost my wand. One of the dragons picked that moment to breathe fire at me. I screamed a shield spell in reaction even though I didn’t have my wand and it held. Snape saw the whole thing, made excuses as to why I was there and took me back to his office. He started training me after that.”

“So Snape knows wandless magic?”

“Him and Dumbledore. McGonagall can do a little bit, simple summoning spells and the like, but I can do almost everything without it…except in here. I can’t…well, couldn’t do wandless magic in here.”

“What about that wind spell? You used your wand then.”

“Dark magic requires greater control and precision that you just can’t achieve without a wand.”

Hermione frowned. “So if I haven’t done a wandless charm yet, then I probably can’t.”

“Not necessarily. You can do nonverbals just fine right?”

“Well yes, they were essential when we were on the run.”

“Wandless isn’t a far stretch from it. You simply focus the same way.”

Hermione stared off into space for a few moments. She knew Draco was bluffing when he mentioned being cold. He was a thousand miles away, a haunted look gracing his features. But now that he’d performed wandless magic, she was intrigued. She decided to drop his earlier actions and go with it. She concentrated on their drinking glass on the basin across the room. She was kind of thirsty, after all. She reached out and thought accio, willing her magic to leap from her fingertips. The glass shot across the room and into her hand.

“And there you have it,” Draco said, impressed with her ability.

“Wow,” she breathed. She’d done it.

“Don’t go showing that off though. They’ll throw you in a testing facility faster than you can say Quidditch, especially being who you are.”

“What happens after that?”

Draco frowned. “I’ve heard it two ways. One, you die from the experiments. Two, you are recruited to be an Unspeakable.”

“I doubt you’d die,” Hermione said, mulling it over. “What exactly does an Unspeakable do?”

“No one knows. That’s why they are called Unspeakables.” He smirked at her and she rolled her eyes.

“Well, it sounds intriguing anyway.”

“Exciting for sure,” he hummed.

“Much better than looking pretty for the Ministry then,” she murmured.

Draco sighed. “Traveling is starting to have a greater appeal the closer we get to graduation.”

Hermione gave him a sympathetic look. “There’s nothing wrong with forging your own trail Draco. People won’t hold it against you if you did. They might even respect you more for it.”

AN: The plot thickens.. sort of. *whistles innocently* I realize this chapter was boring, but it was important, though it doesn't seem like that. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I sneak read them at work to pass the time. :D Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time...love you guys!
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