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Lessons and Obsessions	By : LennaNightrunner Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 84546 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER NINETEEN: FORCE

When Hermione awoke, Draco was gone.� She wasn�t surprised. She hadn�t been na�ve
enough to expect a repeat of the previous morning, especially after the
argument they�d had that night. She should�ve known better than to try to get
him to discuss his Dark Mark. If there was one thing he never wanted to talk
about, it was his affiliation with the Death Eaters.

His visit during the night seemed dreamlike upon waking. He
had definitely been there, and she had fallen back asleep before he had. She
had listened to his steady breathing while resisting the urge to move closer to
him. Whatever had been wrong, she hoped he�d at least gotten a few hours of
sleep before leaving again.

It was less than four days now until they returned to
school. How strange things would be then. Everything was already very strange.
But at least here they could talk without fear of being overheard. They could
sleep in the same bed and wake up together. Share meals. It wasn�t exactly a
normal relationship, but it was a nice reprieve to be with him away from most
of the people they knew. Even knowing that it couldn�t last.
Even knowing that there were a host of complications they would have to deal
with soon enough.

A house elf brought Hermione breakfast in bed. She smiled, hoping to befriend it, but it only delivered her
tray and ran out of the room. She considered trying to trick Draco into giving
it clothes, but she doubted Narcissa Malfoy would take kindly to her guest freeing one of her
slaves.

Hermione bathed, dressed, and headed down to the library.
She might never again have the opportunity to see some of the books the Malfoy family owned, and she wasn�t going to squander her
chance. She was surprised to find Draco there. He was lounging sideways in a
red armchair intently reading a book that was propped
up on one of his knees. He didn�t look up when she entered.

�This Elizabeth character is after Mr. Darcy�s fortune, I�m
sure of it,� Draco drawled. �Someone ought to warn him.�

Hermione stared at him for a moment. �You�re reading Pride and Prejudice?�

He smirked and looked up from the book, then held it up so
she could see its cover: Prominent Wizarding Families of the Twentieth Century.

She blinked. �But you have
read Pride and Prejudice?�

Malfoy�s smirk widened and he
returned to his book.

Her eyes automatically went to his left arm, which was
covered by the sleeve of his grey jumper. With a sigh he closed the book and
set it down on a side table next to the chair, then sat up properly so he could
face her.

�I suppose you�ll want to read all day again,� Draco said,
pointedly ignoring her focus on his arm.

Hermione met his eyes, trying to read him with little
success. �Did you have any other ideas?�

�A few.� Draco stood and walked
over to the double doors, closing them manually but locking them with his wand,
which he drew from the sleeve of his jumper. As he turned back around to look
at Granger, he was pleased to find that she looked both nervous and excited.

�What are you doing?� Hermione asked as he brought himself
so close that he was standing less than an inch away from her. No part of their
bodies was touching.

�I�m going to find out how much you like books,� he said
lowly into her ear. The timbre of his voice and the feel of his hot breath made
her shiver involuntarily.

�The portraits might see us,� she whispered, unsure of how
much that would bother her.

Draco pointed his wand at the nearest portrait and muttered,
�Obscuro.�
Hermione had to admit that she was impressed as a blindfold appeared over the
eyes of a likeness of one of Draco�s forebears. She�d have to remember that
spell; it might come in useful in the future. As long as she could keep herself
from imagining why Draco might need to know that spell in the first place.
Draco blindfolded the remainder of the portraits, then
looked back at her, unmistakably smug.

Hermione fought the urge to smile. �They can still hear us.�

�Then you�ll just have to be quiet, then, won�t you?� he
countered.

�No,� Hermione said curtly as she waved her wand. If her
hunch was right, this spell would work on portraits as well as people. �Muffliato.�

�What did you do?�

�They can�t hear now.�

�Really?� Draco walked over to a
nearby portrait of a stately old woman with the unmistakable white-blonde hair
and penetrating grey eyes of the Malfoy family. �Grandmother? How are you?�

There was no response. Hermione now wore a smug smile of her
own.

�I�ll have to remember that one,� Draco said. He should�ve
expected her to know an obscure spell like that one.

Hermione walked over to the chair that Malfoy
had been sitting in and picked up the book he�d been reading. �Honestly, I�m
surprised you would do something so predictable as
reading a book about pureblood families in your spare time.�

Draco raised an eyebrow. �Do you really think that�s
something I would do?�

Hermione gave him a puzzled look, then
looked down at the book in her hands. The cover was the same as when he�d shown
it to her, but when she opened it the pages were filled with pictures. Upon
recognizing what the magically animated illustrations depicted, Hermione
blushed.

�I�m sure you�ve never needed to bewitch a book to look like
another book, but it can certainly come in handy during one of Binns�s lectures.�

�What is this?� Hermione asked, scandalized. �Wizarding pornography?�

�It�s pictures of people shagging the living daylights out
of each other, if that�s what you mean.�

�These look old�,� Hermoine said
thoughtfully as she examined the binding. �Is this some sort of Wizarding Kama Sutra?�

Draco shrugged. �I have no idea what you�re talking about,
but yes, it�s a couple of hundred years old. The positions in the book were
used in magical rituals before that went out of style.�

�Draco, this is totally barbaric! I mean look at this
woman��

�Oh, I know.� Draco smirked. �And you can�t tell me you
wouldn�t love that if you had the chance.�

Hermione stared at the page in front of her in dismay. It
looked as if the woman were being magically levitated above the man so he
could�

Draco laughed. The expression on her face was priceless.
�They�re not all that complicated. I think you�ll recognize page five.�

Hermione flipped to that page and her face burned. That
cheeky bastard! �I just�I can�t imagine why anyone would need magic to� to��

�To fuck?� Draco asked as he walked
up to the chair where she sat. �You know, it�s adorable how you still can�t say
that.�

Hermione glared up at him, still holding the book in her lap
open to page five.

�We don�t need
magic to fuck, Granger. You and I have been managing just fine the Muggle way. But we don�t need magic to travel either, do we?�

�I suppose that�s true,� Hermione said warily, unsure of
where this line of thought was going.

�For instance�� Draco walked over to the wall and motioned
for her to follow. �Come here. Bring the book.�

Hermione was suspicious, but curious. Malfoy
held out his hand and she gave him the book.

�Now place both hands flat on the wall. Do you have your
wand?�

�Of course,� Hermione said as she pulled it from within her
sleeve.

�All right, now put your hands flat on the wall, but hold
your wand.�

Hermione rolled her eyes and placed her hands on the wall.
It was difficult to do with her right hand holding her wand, but she managed to
pin the handle of her wand between her hand and the wall so that it stayed.

Draco flipped to a page near the beginning of the book. Then
he covered her wand hand with his, twining their fingers carefully. He winced
at the unnatural feeling that coursed through him when his thumb grazed her
wand. He could see Granger react as well. Her wand didn�t like him. He could
remember how strange it felt when he�d taken it from her that first time.

�We have to say the incantation together.� Draco held the
book open in front of her with his free hand.

�Why?� Hermione craned her neck to look at him suspiciously.

�I�ll tell you in a second. Are you ready?�

Hermione rolled her eyes, but looked down at the page. There
was an incantation below the illustration, and she
focused on that rather than analyzing the picture. She nodded.

Draco squeezed her hand, and they said simultaneously, �Adhaesum.�

Draco moved away, sliding Hermione�s wand out from between
her fingers as he removed his hand.

�Hey!� Hermione glared at him. She tried to grab her wand
back, but her fingertips were stuck to the wall. �Oh, very
funny. �Adhaesum.�
I should�ve known.�

Draco leaned back against the wall next to her and smirked.
He slipped her wand into his sleeve and held his own instead.

�Are you going to tell me why we both had to recite the
incantation?� Hermione asked, not troubling to hide her irritation.

�So no one could do that,� Draco indicated her hands, �to
you without your consent.�

Hermione arched her brow. �I�m not sure it should count as
consent if you don�t tell me what the spell does before we recite it.�

�I guess you should�ve asked,� Draco said dismissively as he
moved behind Granger and wrapped his arms around her waist. He pressed his hips
against hers and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Hermione leaned back against Draco�s body instinctively. �I suppose
it actually is a good idea to build in a safeguard, assuming that both parties
know how the spells work.�

Draco inhaled the scent of her hair and rubbed her stomach
absently. �We wizards do know a thing or two, eh?�

She stiffened and glared at the wall in front of her. �Why
do you always have to bring up the fact that I�m Muggle-born?�

�That�s not what I meant,� Draco said as he pulled her curls
over one shoulder so he could nuzzle her neck. �You�re a witch, Granger. Enjoy
it.�

�I do enjoy it, thank you very much,� she said haughtily, a
shiver betraying the fact that she liked the way his skin slid against hers.

�You see magic as a tool,� Draco mumbled against Granger�s
ear, his hand tracing a slow circle over her stomach. �It�s a way of life.�

Hermione bristled defensively. �I use magic all the time!�

�You use it academically. You could be so much more�
creative.� Malfoy muttered an incantation while
holding his wand. He slipped his other hand under her shirt and splayed it across
her stomach. It was very warm, almost hot. She shivered.

�Why didn�t I have to do the incantation on that one?�
Hermione murmured as Draco�s supernaturally warm fingers traced a circle around
her bellybutton.

Draco smirked and nibbled at Granger�s ear. �Because it�s not from the book. It�s just a modified
warming charm.�

Hermione moved her head slightly away from Malfoy�s mouth, frustrated with his teasing. �Are you going
to keep me stuck to this wall all day?�

�Only if you want me to,� Draco said with a chuckle, enjoying
her annoyance. The temporary heat faded from his hand.

�My shoulders hurt.� She flexed her arms in agitation. She
wasn�t so sure she liked being trapped like this if he was just going to toy
with her.

�All right.� Draco waved his wand
at her hands and said, �Libero.�

Hermione�s arms fell to her sides. She rubbed her wrists experimentally.
�Why wasn�t I needed to undo the spell?�

Draco shrugged. �Safety measure. It
takes two of us to trap you, but only one to free you.�

Hermione was impressed, and had to admit that she was
curious about some of the other spells from the book. �What, um� What other
spells require that?�

�I thought you�d never ask.� He smirked at her and held his
wand up. �Hold my hand and look at page twelve.�

Hermione wrapped her hand around Malfoy�s
as best she could, lacing her fingers with his so the
wand could register her. She wondered why the incantations had to be done with
one wand vs. two, but her fingers touched the wood of his wand and she felt as
if she had received an electrical shock. She couldn�t decide if it was a good
or bad feeling.

�See the incantation?� Draco asked and Hermione nodded. �Together then.�

�Ecstasis,�
they said simultaneously, and at first Hermione thought that nothing had
happened. Then she began to feel very strangely. She was acutely aware of how
warm Draco�s hand felt under hers. Was the warming charm still in effect? She
looked up at him and noticed that his eyes had dilated.

It had been a long time since Draco had tried this spell,
and before he had always done it alone. His skin felt like it was being touched
all over, but the feeling wasn�t as concrete as a hand. It was more like hot
air. It almost tickled. He watched as Granger experienced the extraordinary
feeling for the first time.

�Did we cast it on you too?� Hermione asked distractedly. Malfoy nodded and then pushed her back against the wall,
his body pinning hers in place. He blew into her ear and Hermione shivered
violently against him. The contrast between the heat of his body and breath and
the cold wall behind her was almost too much to bear.

He stroked his hands down her sides and it felt incredible.
She was already wet and he�d barely touched her. They hadn�t even kissed.
Judging by how he felt pressed against her hip, he was feeling similar effects.
His mouth latched onto her neck and she felt as if she�d never wanted to come so
badly in her life. No, it was too much. She felt like she�d been drugged.

�Too much,� she gasped as she clutched at his clothed chest.
Blindly, she felt for his wand and took it from his hand, letting out an
involuntary moan as she felt the same electric shock she�d felt before casting
the spell, but magnified a hundred times. It definitely felt good this time.
She shook her head in an effort to clear it, and managed to recite, �Finite Incantatem!�

The sensitivity subsided almost instantly. She slumped
against Draco, panting and trying to recover. His wand slipped from her fingers
and fell to the floor. He seemed fairly discomposed himself, and was rocking
his hips into hers in a way that made her even more keenly aware of her own
arousal.

�Not ready to give up that much control yet?� he asked
dreamily.

Hermione shook her head, still trying to slow her breathing.
He knew her too well.

�Maybe some other time,� Draco mumbled and buried his face
in her neck, inhaling deeply. He slid his hand down between them and undid the
button of her denims deftly.

�What are you doing?� Hermione asked in confusion. She
thought that there would be another spell or something.

�Finishing what I started,� was Draco�s muffled reply before
he pulled his face back to look at her. �I told you, I don�t need magic.�

He pulled down the zipper and then slid his hand beneath the
waistband of her knickers. She was drenched. That spell definitely had some
perks. Some day he�d see how long she could stand it before she came. Maybe if
he used it while he fucked her� No, not now. She was
hardly able to handle it as it was. He�d just have to do things manually.

Hermione�s breath hitched as his finger slid over her clit.
She couldn�t believe how sensitive she was. She tried to imagine what it
would�ve felt like if he�d touched her while they were still under the
influence of the spell. She would surely faint or melt. She was already having
a hard time remaining standing as his fingers showed her how the bundle of
nerves he was stroking had reacted to the hypersensitivity spell.

Draco flicked his finger over her clit mercilessly, kissing
and nipping at her lips and neck as he watched her skin flush with pleasure and
listened to her contented gasps and sighs. There were few things that turned
him on more than watching her come.

�Look where you are, Granger,� he murmured against her ear.
�All of those ancient books� All of that history� And
what are you going to do? You�re going to come. What a naughty little thing you
are.�

Hermione tried to fight it. How was she ever going to have
the energy to give him what he was after if he made her�Draco�s fingers slid
over her clit again and she moaned, clutching his shoulders for support as she came. He smirked and tried to capture her lips as the
tremors coursed through her, but she was too busy gasping her pleasure to focus
on his kisses.

Draco muffled her moans with his mouth and looped his free
arm around her waist to help hold her up. He was just about to shift her
position so that he could slide a finger into her when a harsh screeching noise
tore through the air. He froze.

Hermione looked around in hazy confusion. Draco stiffened
against her for a moment before abruptly removing his hand from her denims,
grabbing his wand from the floor, wiping his hand distractedly on his trousers,
and then motioning for her to do up her zipper and button.

�What is that?� Hermione asked as she covered her ears and
winced.

Draco grabbed her hand and began hauling her toward the
door. He pulled her wand from his sleeve and handed it to her before unlocking
and opening the door.

�Draco?� Hermione looked up at him worriedly, and when he
looked down at her his face was more serious than she�d seen it in a long time.

�Use your head, Granger,� Draco snapped as the screeching
continued. �It�s the Order�s klaxon spell. Time to go.�

�The Order? But their alarm would
mean that�� Hermione swallowed and tried to keep up as Draco dragged her
through the hallway. �Death Eaters?�

Draco didn�t look back. �One.�

�One what?�

�One Death Eater.�

Hermione�s stomach plummeted as they ascended the stairs.
She didn�t like the tone of his voice. It didn�t hold irritation or anger. That
she could handle. It was something else. Something that made her feel cold
despite the effort it took to keep up with Draco as he urged her on as if her
life depended on not stopping.

Maybe it did.

When they arrived at the guest room, Draco pointed his wand
in the direction of Hermione�s clothes and trunk and said the incantation for
the packing spell. At his command, all of the girl�s things began to fly across
the room, fold themselves neatly, and land in the trunk.

�Is it your father?� Hermione asked tentatively as she tried
to help with the packing. The urgency of his actions and the continued
screeching of the klaxons made it very difficult not to panic.

Draco nodded as he began scouring the room for her
belongings.

�But how can you know? Even if he did escape from Azkaban
somehow, this house is protected by dozens of the strongest protective spells!
How could he get in?�

�My mother will let him in,� Draco said distractedly as he
closed Granger�s trunk and shoved it toward the fireplace. �If he�s still loyal
to the Dark Lord, she�ll support him. She only took the protection of the Order
of the Phoenix because it kept me safe from Him.�

�If she lets your father in, the wards will break. The
Order��

�Hang the Order, Granger! You need to leave now!�

�But where will I go?� Hermione asked frantically, trying to
get Draco to calm down enough to look at her. �The train doesn�t leave for
another three days!�

Draco grabbed her by the shoulder and looked at her
directly. �The Leaky Cauldron. Don�t use your real
name, change your appearance.�

He went over to the fireplace and found the pot of floo powder that was kept next to it, handing it to her
forcefully.

�Please come with me,� Hermione pleaded, now afraid for
Draco. Yes, Lucius was his father, but he was also a
Death Eater, and how could he ignore the fact that his wife and son had been
under the protection of the Order?

Draco shook his head emphatically. �If you go on your own I
can say you�d had an urgent owl from your parents and had to leave early.�

Hermione had second thoughts about the situation. Maybe
Draco was overreacting. �Do you really think he�d hurt me?�

�Let me put it this way, Granger. The Dark Lord is not very
happy with my family. If Father gets his hands on you, we stand to gain a lot.�

�But why would Voldemort want me?�
Hermione asked quietly, already knowing the answer.

Malfoy backed her up against the
fireplace and gripped her shoulder almost painfully. �Don�t be stupid now of
all times, Granger! You�re one of Potter�s closest friends!�

Draco imagined her delicate form contorted by the Cruciatis curse, screams flowing from the lips he had
kissed so hungrily, her brilliant mind battered and destroyed by memory charms
and repeated Legilimency. And when the Dark Lord was
done with her, she�d be very lucky if Draco was the one she was given to. He
wouldn�t let it happen. No one would touch her but him, not to hurt her or
please her. No one would see into her mind but him, especially since she would
not be able to conceal from her torturers all that she and Draco had done
together, and then they would both be damned.

Hermione seemed to be thinking along the same lines as
Draco, and she finally looked properly terrified. Draco could hear voices
downstairs.

�Go,� he said urgently, leaning to kiss her violently. �Now! I�ll owl you when I can, and I�ll see you at school.�

He let her go and practically pushed her into the fireplace.
With one final glance, she grabbed hold of her trunk and threw her pinch of floo powder into the fire, shouting, �Diagon
Alley!�

She could have been imagining things, but as the green
flames leapt up around her, she thought she saw the tall figure of Lucius Malfoy burst into the room
she had just left.

*****

A/N: Whew! Okay, I know I always do this to you guys: I tell
you I�m not going to let it be too long before I post the next chapter, and
then it�s longer than ever! But this one�s FINALLY up, and I can at least promise
you that the content of chapter twenty has me so excited that if nothing else I�ll
be excited enough to make time to write it quickly. Extra special thanks to my
incredible beta, Twist_Shimmy, who helped me get over
some serious writers block and fix some difficult sections of this chapter. It
would�ve been a much different (and inferior) chapter without her help.
Finally, thanks to all of you in general for your patience, support, and
praise. There�s no point in writing something like this without all of you out
there to enjoy it!

Liz�Thanks! I�m really glad you�re enjoying it, especially
my characterization of Draco. I spend a lot of time trying to figure him out,
so I�m glad you like it.

angeles�Thank you :) I plan to keep them coming for a while.

kasfiest�Haha,
yeah sorry it took so long! And that this one took a long time too! I�m really
trying not to make this a trend. Yeah, as you can probably tell by this
chapter, the Dark Mark and issues related to Voldemort
weigh heavily on Draco in particular, and they cannot be ignored.

goddessaisha�Here�s more! Hope you liked it :) and I�ll try to update
again soon!

goodgirlsbadboys�Wow, thank you for the rave review! I think we haven�t seen
the last of Narcissa, especially in light of the
events of this most recent chapter. I had a hard time with characterizing her,
but I think she�s growing on me. I�m glad you enjoyed my fic,
and I hope you continue to do so :)

Dreamweaver�Real life is going fairly well now, thank you
for asking. A bit busy, but that�s to be expected. I agree: I don�t think Draco
really understands the significance of some of the things he does (i.e.
library). Very glad you�re enjoying how things are developing!

The Eloquent Quill�Haha, well
thank you! I�m so glad to be the person to restore your faith in Dramione! They can be a really fun pair to write so I�m
glad to be doing a good job :)

chyara�Did you end up liking it?

scarletwitchextreme�OH GOD I DELETED YOUR REVIEW BY ACCIDENT D: I�m so sorry.
But I did read most of it before I clicked that stupid button.Yes, things are going
very well now, and thank you for asking! Medicine seems to work for my
emotional issues for the most part, but I definitely wish you the best of luck
with holistic methods. They can be very helpful for some people. Thank you so
much for your constant positive reviews and I�m really glad you�re enjoying the
fic. Sorry again for deleting your review! Sometimes
I really hate AFF.

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that�s a hefty compliment! Thank you! I hope you enjoyed the fic and that you�re on the mend!

caseyjarryn�Sorry for the delay in the update, but I hope you liked it!
I�m definitely going to work hard to update sooner next time. I�m glad you like
the fic, and thanks for reviewing!

Katherine�Why, thank you! I will definitely try to keep up
the good work for a while at least!
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CHAPTER NINETEEN: FORCE