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The Joke Book Trap	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10791 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from this fiction. Pride and Prejudice belongs to Jane Austen.

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Chapter Seventeen – Returning to Hogwarts

Hermione sat in the Head Common Room with Theo sitting across from her in one of the wingback chairs. He pursed his lips, as if he were contemplating discussing something with her, but didn’t seem to know how to start. She watched as he furrowed his brow, “When are you going to stop giving Draco the silent treatment?”

She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, “When he no longer deserves it!” She turned away as she thought about what she’d read at the end of that book in the Malfoy Library. She wanted to throw the book against a wall when she read the passage that damned her to his presence if she wished to adjust quicker. If she wanted the scores she deserved, she’d have to let him share a bed with her. She’d have to accept their bond, their future, and her pregnancy. However much she sought books for answers, she was still a Gryffindor and stubborn as hell. She huffed, “How about I have George send you one of those Joke books and you can star in a romance with the Gryffindor Fay Dunbar. Then you still wouldn’t understand what we went through unless you throw in a curse, a bonding marriage, and conception.”

Theo looked up at the ceiling, as if he were afraid to make eye contact with whatever he was going to say next, “I don’t think I understand. How is any of it Draco’s fault?”

She glared at him, “I don’t care if it’s his fault. I’m not happy with what has happened, and I’m not going to spoil the git. He’s had a cushy life and doesn’t know how much I’ve had to work to be where I’m at now. He’s had everything handed to him on a silver platter because he’s a Malfoy. I don’t want things given to me, and now that I’ve married into that family, I cannot help but wonder if I will stop achieving things based on my own merit. I can’t let that happen. I don’t want to have people judge me based upon my name before they even get to know me. It’s bad enough that I’ve been judged by my blood status for so long.”

His dark eyes locked with hers, “I read the book, you know. I know how skewed your beliefs are. You don’t know him and you fear the good side he showed you in the book doesn’t actually exist. You fear that he only acted that way to survive and get out of the book. I can tell you something, you’re wrong. Sure Draco grew up wanting for nothing except for true friendship, as most people cared more about his family linage, wealth, or prestige than who he was as a person. What about the number of girls who’ve tried to get him to date them because they want to be the next Mrs. Malfoy. The Slytherin house is full of Pureblood gold diggers. He’s grown up with manipulation, but he hates it. He earned a spot on the Slytherin Quidditch Team by his own merit, but then even it was taken away because his father bought those brooms, and you accused him of buying his way onto it. He was constantly under pressure from his father to do well, to beat you in school, and to beat Harry Potter on the Quidditch Pitch. Sure he was able to beat you in Potions, but none of the other classes, and he never managed to beat Harry in Seeker skill. Then his father failed the Dark Lord at the Ministry of Magic to a bunch of underaged witches and wizards his age. The Malfoy name was run through the dirt, his family was ripped apart, and not to mention, he and his mother were placed in danger. He was forced to perform a task he never wanted because if he failed, not only would it cost him his life, but the Dark Lord would wipe out his entire family.”

Hermione felt guilt wash over her. Had she really given him a chance to tell her these things? No, but it didn’t stop him from watching her, as she was tortured by his aunt less than a year prior, “Yeah, sure that’s great. I’ve seen plenty of things myself. I’ve been under the pressure of get things right or my friends and I would’ve lost our lives. I sent my parents away to protect them, and I have yet to find them. We have yet to locate to where they moved. I’m married and pregnant with my first child, and I have no one. Sure I have Draco, but he’s just a coward, isn’t he? He just stood there and watched as Bellatrix tortured me last spring. He did nothing to stop it. It wouldn’t surprise me if he enjoyed watching the Mudblood wreathing in pain because she’d finally know her place.”

Theo sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, “Why are you making it harder on the both of you by fighting the bonding? You do realize that if the two of you spent more time together getting to know each other would allow the bond to form more quickly. It would allow your magic to stabilize in plenty of time before the practical exams. Why do you continue to fight it? You two have been back for two weeks now. He’s been miserable and you’ve been a blasted harpy.”

Hermione growled, “Did you just call me a harpy?” She took a few calming breaths before she let her head fall in defeat, “What do you suggest I do about it?”

He tented his fingers and placed the tips on his lips in a thinking position, “Have you spoke with McGonagall about your situation?”

Hermione rubbed his temples, “No, but perhaps it’s time to spill the beans to the Headmistress.”

She sat in the chair across from the dignified looking former Transfiguration Professor. Her half-moon spectacles were reminiscent of the great wizard who hung in the large portrait behind her desk. She looked stern, “What brings you to my office, Ms. Granger?”

Hermione looked down at the desk feeling more ashamed than she ever had in the presence of her former head of house. She moved her finger along the fine carvings on the desk top, “Well, you see something happened over Winter Break. It involved a new product from Weasley Wizards and Wheezes, Draco Malfoy, an ancient curse, a bonding ceremony, and the conception of a child.”

The older woman gasped, “So, you’re saying that I should call you Mrs. Malfoy?”

Hermione chuckled, “I think I prefer Hermione, professor.”

The cat Animagus stared down her glasses in a very feline manner, “So, I’m guessing that he needs to move into the Head’s dorms with you, so that you guys can find equilibrium with your bonding and excel at your N.E.W.T.s. I’m also guessing that you don’t want the rest of the school to know about this until the Malfoys make the announcement of your engagement. Perhaps I should tell you that I’ve already spoken with Molly and was just waiting for you to approach me before we moved him in there. Are you okay with sharing a room with your new husband?”

The newly pregnant bookworm shook her head, “I don’t know what it is with the Headmaster and Headmistress positions at Hogwarts, but it seems to turn the witch or wizard omnipresent. I can’t help but wonder if you’re given a special book that tells you about everything going on in the building. Are you sure that parents won’t be angry with the school about this new development?”

The usually stern woman shook her head and smiled, “They won’t find out until after the two of you graduate. Also, I’m guessing it didn’t happen at the school and plus an ancient curse was involved, was it not? I doubt anything could’ve been done to prevent the pregnancy. I suggest you take the Head Boy with you when you go to retrieve Mr. Malfoy from the Slytherin dorms.”

“Professor, do you think that I’ll be able to do this? Do you think this pregnancy will affect my magic too much for me to continue to excel in school?”

The older woman crossed her fingers and set them atop her desk and compassion sparkled in her blue eyes, “I think that sometimes you worry too much. I know you think you know Draco and his full capacity, however I fear that you may not know him as well as you suspect. He’s been through just as much as you have. The difference in the way he acted when you were younger was because of the way he was raised. He was fed those foul beliefs since birth, and look what happened, he had to fall in love with, marry, and have a child with a muggleborn to break a curse placed on him by one of your ancestors. This just proves that even muggleborns have ancestry in the Wizarding World.”

“Well, I’ve always suspected that, Professor.”

The two weeks that passed after returning to Hogwarts were complete torture for Draco. He had to return to his Slytherin dorm room, which he only shared with Greg since Vince was dead, Blaise decided to take his N.E.W.T.s the summer before and not return to school, and Theo was made Head Boy. Greg had been quiet and distant from Draco since their return, and it made it feel more like he wasn’t sharing a room with anyone, except on the rare occasion when Greg would wake him up from one of his horrible night terrors. The nightmares turned into terrors upon their return from winter break and Hermione’s reluctance to accept their bond, leaving him to wonder if the two were related. Was the Malfoy curse rearing its ugly head because she didn’t really love him? He’d managed to attend classes with the use of glamour charms to hide his bags and plenty of stimulant potions, which he took to brewing in his dorm room along with dreamless sleeping draughts. He preferred not to take them because they always made him feel groggy in the morning, so he only used them on the nights he didn’t have school.

That Saturday morning, he’d been hit with the night terror during that small window when the dreamless portion of the potion wore off but the sleeping effects were still present. He was trapped in the nightmare until the effects fully wore off and it was a dream he wanted nothing more than to escape from. He was back in the drawing room in the dark with Voldemort standing next to him egging him on. He knew it was a memory of an event that occurred shortly after his seventeenth birthday, however instead of the blonde Death Eater Rowle writhing in pain under his Cruciatus Curse, it was Hermione. She was pleading for him to stop, letting out blood curdling screams as he casted it on her again and again, and he stood there and watched as she broke. He consciously knew that his dream had to be an overlapping of his memory of torturing Rowle and watching Hermione being tortured by Bellatrix almost a year later. However, it wasn’t the same Hermione from nine months earlier. She was pregnant, and he was torturing her. She was writhing in pain on their purple Drawing Room floor.

He was screaming to stop but nothing would come out of his mouth. It was as if he no longer had control over his body. He couldn’t stop hurting her. He hit her with curse after curse until she fell unconscious much like she had under Bellatrix’s wand. His heart pounded and he felt nauseous as he noticed blood quickly staining the legs of her trousers. He’d tortured her until she lost the baby and at that moment he noticed her baby bump. She was further along than she was currently. The blood was too much for him and the tears streamed down his cheeks and he continued to open mouth scream with no sound coming out. He must’ve been under the silencing charm. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t comfort her, and soon he watched as she slowly bled to death. He was stuck there watching as the Dark Lord continued to hiss his pleasure of Draco’s loyalty.

When he finally came out of the dream, he saw the concern in the dark eyes of his roommate, who was shaking him. Draco quickly turned away from Greg and curled into a ball on his side. He didn’t want to say anything to the other, as the tears rolled down his cheeks. He was a horrible person. What man dreamt of torturing his pregnant wife to death? What father would do that to his unborn child? He knew in that moment that it was for the best that Hermione shunned him. She needed to get away from him and protect their child. He was damaged beyond compare and was harmful to both her and their child. He continued to shake until the bile rose in this throat and he managed to lean over the bed and empty his meager stomach contents. He closed his eyes tight and wished to just disappear. He tried to will away his conscious thoughts, hide behind his mental walls, and seek solitude somewhere deep within his own mind. He was so far away; he didn’t hear Greg whisper the cleaning spell or the door shut behind him as he left Draco alone.

Hermione accompanied Theo to the Slytherin Common room. She couldn’t help but notice the icy stares coming from all of the females in the room. They seemed to look between her and Theo and somehow draw the conclusion that the two were together. She followed behind Theo, as she didn’t feel comfortable that deep into snake territory. Theo approached the sullen Goyle and cleared his throat, “Greg, I was wondering if you’d accompany us to your dorm room.”

Greg looked from Theo to Hermione and just nodded as he got up and walked down the stairs to the boys dorms. Hermione continued to follow as she mentally prepared herself for what she needed to say to her husband and the father of her unborn child. The closer they reached him, the further her stomach dropped, and dread filled her. She knew something was wrong, she could feel it from the weakened bond the two of them had.

Greg stopped outside of the door and looked at the two of them, “I don’t know what’s going on, but I expect an explanation when we get in there. I know something’s going on with Draco, but he won’t talk to me. He hasn’t spoken to anyone since he got back from Winter Break. He just goes to class, meals, and spends the rest of his time here in the dorm room.”

Theo nodded, “We’ll tell you everything after we get into the room.”

The other wizard nodded his curly brown covered head and opened the door. Theo followed him into the room and Hermione took up the tail end of the train. She looked around the room and took in the four beds, two were apparently unused. One had its green curtains closed and the other had a curled up body in it. Hermione slowly approached the body knowing it was Draco. She let out a gasp when she noticed his uncontrolled shutters and the tear marks down his cheeks. He seemed paler than usual and sweat beads were forming on his forehead. She reached out to touch his forehead wondering if he was sick with a fever. He jumped at her touch and looked up at her. His grey eyes widened in shock and he started mumbling incoherently. She sat down on the bed next to him and wasn’t aware of the whispering going on between Theo and Greg behind her.

She reached out to pull Draco into a hug, but he recoiled and pleaded, “Stay away from me, please! I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt our child. If you get too close to me, I will, I know I will. I don’t want to, but I can’t control it. I’m no better than Voldemort. I’ve tortured people, and I don’t want to murder you and our child. You’re better far away from me. Please Hermione, please just leave me alone.”

Hermione’s heartbeat pounded furiously against her chest as she called out, “What’s happening to him Theo? Why does he think that he’ll hurt me? I don’t want to see him like this. What can I do?”

Theo was quickly at the side of the bed, “While we were at Malfoy Manor, I researched their bonding ceremony. They probably don’t want anyone to know this, but they have a very distant ancestor who was Veela. Their ancient bonding ceremony, which hadn’t been used since shortly after Marcus’s time because a newer ceremony was taken from one of the bride’s families, was that of Veela tradition. It seems to have a similar effect on the Malfoy descendent, as it would have on a rejected Veela. However since he doesn’t have a high concentration of Veela blood, it’s not as bad.”

Hermione gasped, “This is my fault?”

Draco moaned loudly in the bed before demanding, “Stay away from me Hermione. I’m not meant to be a husband and a father. I’ve been tainted by Voldemort and I’ll only end up hurting you. You’ll be tortured by me like I did to Rowle. You’ll be cold and lifeless and we’ll lose our child. I don’t want to hurt you Hermione, please just stay away from me.”

Her eyes widened before she turned to Greg, “How long has he been like this?”

Greg shook his head, “He’s been having nightmares since we came back. He hasn’t been sleeping well and I had to wake him up from a horrible one this morning. He was screaming ‘no’ and shaking. His arm was out as if he were pointing a wand at someone. It took me a bit to shake him awake. He’s been like this since he woke up. He puked and, well, I’m not sure what’s going on.”

Hermione nearly screamed before quickly stunning Draco and turning to Theo. “Please carry him to our common room. Just put him on our couch when you get there. I’ll get Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall and meet you there.”

Theo just nodded and picked up the knocked out Draco and walked out of the room. Hermione followed him out the room through the crowds of girls who were fawning over the Draco in his arms and Theo himself. She wanted to growl as she noticed the way the girls circled around Draco like a Vultures would a dead body in the middle of the desert. She wanted to growl at them to leave her husband alone, but they weren’t supposed to announce their relationship until the official announcement of their engagement. Plus no one was supposed to know of their marriage until after the ceremony in the summer. She had to bite her tongue and just follow Theo out of the room with hopes that the clingy girls wouldn’t continue to follow them.

After a few diagnostic spells by the mediwitch, Draco was moved to Hermione’s bed in her private room. McGonagall had stayed a little after Pomfrey left, and looked down her glasses at Hermione, “Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to condone intimate relations between students in this school; however, since the two of you are already married and his life depends on you accepting this bond, I suggest you go to him.” A sparkle existed within her eye that was reminiscent of their old Headmaster.

Hermione nodded, but remained silent as the professor left her common room. She turned to Theo, who raised an eyebrow at her, which she ignored as she walked up the stairs. She looked at the sleeping Draco in her bed. He was still pale and started to move around in his sleep. She approached him and ran her fingers through his hair. He slowly opened his grey eyes and gasped, “No, please no. Stay away from me before I hurt you, Hermione.”

She ignored his pleas as she climbed into the bed with him. “Draco, you’re having those dreams because of me. You’re not going to hurt me. It’s the side effects from me refusing our bond. I’m done hurting you. I don’t want to see you driven crazy by refusing the Veela like bond.”

His eyes widened and gasped, “Veela?”

She nodded causing her copper curls to bounce, “I’ll explain later, but now I’d like to make my husband feel better.” Before he could question her intentions she climbed atop him and captured his lips. She sucked on his bottom lip until he let her in and was soon assaulting his mouth. One hand was unbuttoning his crisp white shirt, and the other one was running through his silky locks.

She removed her hand from his hair only to help him remove the shirt. Her fingers traced over his sculpted abs and gently ran up and down his chest and arms. She managed all of this without breaking their kiss. She could feel his need in every tongue movement. She only broke the kiss to help remove his pants. She looked up at him and saw the sorrow in his haunted eyes. She halted her movements and stared at him, “What’s the matter?”

He moved his hands through his hair and massaged the top of his head, “I don’t know. I guess I can’t believe this is really happening. I don’t deserve you, Hermione. I’ve tortured people during the war. I’ve used the same curse that Bellatrix used on you. I-I tortured Rowle until the Dark Lord was satisfied and then he forced me to watch his snake eat him after he passed out from my torture. I was so frightened. I didn’t want to do it, but if I didn’t then I would be suffering from its affects by the Dark Lord’s wand. I knew I couldn’t go through that again. I-I experienced that after returning to the manor a failure, but I managed to continue to live because he found a use for me.”

She shushed him and held her finger to his lips, “It’s okay Draco. You only did what was required of you to survive, but you still didn’t kill anyone. You still managed to make it through the war without harming your soul.”

He shook his head as tears leaked from his tightly clenched eyes, as he forcefully removed her finger from his mouth, “You don’t understand. I dreamt that instead of Rowle suffering from my wand and that curse, I was standing there with the Dark Lord over my shoulder, and a visibly pregnant version of you writhing on the floor. I tried to stop it but my body wouldn’t respond. I tried to scream but nothing came out. You passed out and started to bleed. You lost the baby and slowly bled to death. All I could do was stand there and watch you. I’m just too afraid that I’ll hurt you and our child, Hermione. I’d rather suffer the effects of this bond alone then ever be close enough to cause harm to you two.”

She gasped, “I’m sorry, Draco. This is all my fault. If I had accepted our situation and spent more time with you instead of isolating you, then you wouldn’t have been plagued with those nightmares. You wouldn’t have the psychological effects associated with them, and you wouldn’t doubt your ability to be a good husband and father.” She continued to stare into his eyes as she undid his trousers and quickly removed them. He lay there in shock in his full glory as she quickly rid herself of her own clothing. She took her time to explore every inch of his exposed body and peppered it with kisses in a downward motion toward his saluting soldier.

She heard his surprised intake of air, as she took his whole staff in her mouth and sucked as she slowly let it back out. Her left hand ran up and down his inner thigh, as her other hand cupped and massaged his bollocks. She licked the tender and sensitive head circling it with her tongued before going back down to repeat the process. When she felt him shudder as he was getting close she quickly stopped, which won her a groan. She moved away from him and sat on the far end of the bed as he watched with heavy lidded confused eyes.

She smirked, and cupped her right breast as she twisted her nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Her other slowly moved down her chest toward her little nub and started to rub it, as she continued to stare at her gorgeous husband. She couldn’t stifle the moans the action created, as she felt warmth starting to pool in her stomach.

“You’re such a tease,” Draco growled when he regained in his thought processes. He moved quickly and soon had her pined to the bed with her left nipple in his mouth as he suckled. His right hand snaked down so that he could line himself up with her well prepared entrance. She felt his well endowed body part slowly enter her. She stifled a moan when it was fully sheathed within her. He just stopped and looked into her eyes as if saying that he too could tease.

A smile crept across her face as she begged, “Draco, please fuck me now. I want to feel you.”

Draco let out a growl and started to pound, as if those two sentences sent him into overdrive. Hermione suppressed a chuckle, as she knew that using that tone and those words would elicit the response she desired. He panted into her neck before nipping and sucking, which threw her over. Her nails dug into her his shoulders and back as she screamed his name in release. He followed shortly after and quickly collapsed beside her. He interlaced their fingers, as he laid next to her gasping for air.

She took in deep calming breaths before rolling onto her side to take in his features. His face was wonderfully flushed and he looked much better than he had earlier that day. She cuddled up next to him and pulled the blankets out from under them to cover their glowing bodies. She kissed his cheek and snuggled into his neck. No words needed to be spoken as they both drifted off into blissful sleep. As they slept a golden glow circled around them before concentrating on Hermione’s stomach. Their auras then exploded into infinite colors and became one. It wasn’t until they woke up that they realized they could hear each other’s thoughts and feel each other’s emotions. They never felt any closer to the other, their bond was sealed, and their magic united.

A/N: I have a basic outline of what will happen in the chapters to come, however I don’t know what they’ll be filled with until I start writing. Many times, I’m shocked with where they go. I really hope you like this chapter.
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