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Songs of Regret	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 76454 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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A/N: happy stuff warning... :)
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“I shouldn’t be more than a few hours, Mother,” Draco said as he reached for the handle of the study door.
“Nonsense,” she replied patting a hand to his shoulder. “You take your time. It’s been a while since you’ve seen her. Just go and enjoy yourselves.”
Draco smiled weakly at her. He wished he could take all the time he wanted, but seriously doubted Hermione would have even one hour to spend with him. He opened the door and gave his mother one last goodbye glance.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” she said with a nod for him to go. He nodded once and entered the study and closed the door behind him. He knew she wouldn’t enter with him. She hadn’t set foot in his father’s study since he’d been sent to prison. Draco sometimes wondered if his mother didn’t pretend that his father was simply in the study at all times instead of in Azkaban, and that by not looking in there she could keep-up the illusion for her own sanity.
Draco gazed around the vacant room and smiled when his eyes fell on the fireplace. He recalled Hermione’s reaction to him wrapping his arm around her waist when they’d first gone to see Dumbledore. He couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around her again. But today he would not be using the Floo.
He pulled his mirror and his wand from his pocket and then took off his robes. He did not need the formality of them where he was going. He tossed them over a chair and moved to the center of the room. With a quick wave of his wand he surrounded himself with a silencing spell and then concentrated hard on the image in his mirror. He turned on the spot and disappeared from the study.
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Five days. It had been five days since Draco had received the Dark Mark, and it had been five days since Hermione had seen him. She was starting to worry…
Had he been lying in his letter? Had something happened to him after he sent it? Had the Dark Mark changed him to really hate her?
She touched a hand to the locket that remained cold against her chest as she stood at the counter where she was peeling potatoes beside Ginny.
She had checked the field clearing earlier to ensure that she had set the wards properly, but found that the space was perfectly spelled and still undisturbed. She had also peeled back the picture of the field from her mirror every hour or so to make sure Draco wasn't waiting on the other side. But there was ever only blackness there.
Hermione sighed as she threw a naked potato into the large pot on the counter.
"I really wish we could just spell these peels off," she grumbled picking up the next spud.
"Me too," Ginny answered with a scowl as she too chucked a potato into the pot. "I also wish two unnamed persons would come and help us so that it got done faster," she said looking pointedly over her shoulder at Ron and Harry who were playing a game of wizard’s chess at the dining table. “Mum ordered us all to help make dinner.”
"But you're doing such a bang-up job yourselves," Ron smirked without looking up from the chess board, "we wouldn't want to get in the way."
**THUD**
A slippery potato clunked him right in the side of the head.
"Oi! What was that for!?" he cried rubbing his head. Ginny smiled and crossed her arms as she faced him.
"Sorry, it slipped," she said sweetly. Harry barked out a laugh only to be pelted in the chest with a potato himself. He stopped laughing and gave Ginny a wicked grin.
"Don’t you dare," she hissed at him as he got up and approached her menacingly. He lunged at her, and she squealed as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight to him.
"Harry James Potter, you let me go!" Ginny giggled. "Mum and Dad could come home soon."
“Yeah, but they’re not here now,” Harry rumbled as he pushed his face into the side of her neck.
“Will you two give it a rest already?” Ron huffed. “You’re making me sick. Hermione, tell them to stop.”
Hermione did not respond and simply went on peeling the potatoes. Her insides were aching and she feared that she might start to cry if she spoke.
She was happy for Ginny and Harry, but their constant affections toward one another made her realize just how long it had been since she and Draco had been together. And she was jealous. Even if she could go and see Draco, she couldn’t tell anyone about him. She longed to have the same freedom to love him as openly as Harry and Ginny could each other.
“Hermione? Are you all right?” Ginny asked, turning in Harry’s arms. Hermione nodded.
“Yes, I…” she stopped dead and dropped the potato she was holding.
“Hermione, what’s wrong?” Ginny asked with a bit more alarm as she wriggled free of Harry to approach her. Hermione looked at her with wild eyes.
Her locket was hot.
Ginny, Ron, and Harry watched as Hermione reached into her pocket and hastily pulled out her mirror and peeled back the photo.
She let out a strangled cry. “He’s…he’s…” Hermione stammered and frantically pointed towards the door.
“Mr. Perfect? Is he okay?” Ginny said as she placed a hand to Hermione’s shoulder.
“He’s here,” Hermione answered in barely more than a whisper.
“Then what are you waiting for!? Go, go!” Ginny yelled at her with a smile, pushing her toward the door. Suddenly the room was filled with the sounds of slow rock music. Harry, Ron, and Ginny all looked around in surprise.
“Shite!”Hermione cursed and then darted to the door and threw herself outside.
She had missed Draco so much, that just knowing he was near was enough to send her subconscious into music mode. She stuffed her mirror in the back pocket of her denim mini skirt, gave one look back to the house to see Ron staring at her through the window and then took off at a run. She hoped they hadn’t realized it was her making the music, but she’d have to deal with that later. At that moment all she wanted was to get to Draco as fast as she could and let him hear that she was projecting All I Want by Staind.
The cool afternoon air whipped at her loose hair as she sprinted, and the song grew louder as she approached the spot she’d shown him. Her lungs burned and her bare feet hurt, but she picked up her pace when she saw Draco standing alone in the field facing the opposite direction.
Draco twirled around quickly at the sound of Hermione’s music and held out his arms just as she barreled into him full force. He took a step back to brace them and then lifted her up off the ground and hugged her to his chest. Her feet dangled as he held her tight against him and he slammed his lips to hers.
Hermione cried happily and ran her fingers through his hair as the song floated around them and they snogged furiously. After a moment, Draco set her down without breaking their lip lock.
“I…missed…you…so…much…” Hermione breathed in between kisses. Draco chuckled into her.
“I…can…tell…”
They continued their passionate embrace until the song faded to its end. Breathing heavy, they rested their foreheads together.
“You were playing music,” Draco stated obviously. Hermione pulled up and nodded.
“It has only happened once before…that I projected outside of battle or sex,” she said softly. “I thought it was a fluke, but it seems there are three situations that I play my music for.” She looked thoughtfully at the ground.
Draco raised her face with a finger to her chin. “When did it happen before?” he asked her gently.
“When I found my parents after the war.”
Draco wrapped his arms even tighter around her and buried his face into the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply to take in her heavenly scent. “Gods, I missed you,” he breathed against her. “I never want to go that long without seeing you again.”
“I was getting so worried. What kept you so long?” Hermione whispered as she caressed the back of his neck.
“Recovery,” he answered simply.
Hermione winced at his answer. She did not even want to begin imagining what kind of hell he had suffered for those five days. She pulled back and looked down at his left arm.
“May I see it?” she asked cautiously. Draco took a giant breath, but nodded his consent.
He held still then as Hermione gently lifted his arm and delicately pulled his sleeve up to reveal his bare forearm. There, vivid against his pale skin, was the Dark Mark.
Draco’s heart thudded sickly within his chest as his eyes searched Hermione’s face while she looked upon the ghastly skull and snake marring his arm. He had expected her to react with an expression of fear or revulsion or sadness, but she simply examined his arm serenely. She touched her soft fingers to the Mark and he flinched.
“I’m sorry,” she said hastily, looking up to meet his gaze. “Does it hurt?”
Draco shook his head slightly. “Not anymore.”
Hermione grasped his arm tightly to prevent him from flinching again and placed her hand over the Mark. As she smoothed her fingers over it she felt a heat begin to radiate from her center. Far from being repulsed, she was quickly finding herself aroused. This Mark meant something entirely different now than it had the first time he bore it. It now represented Draco’s strength, his bravery, his willingness to sacrifice for a world where they could love freely.
He was now the ultimate bad boy… and it was sexy as hell.
Draco stiffened as Hermione touched his arm. He watched her breathing quicken and when she clutched a hand to her chest and gasped he closed his eyes in shame. He knew it. She was disgusted by him. How could anyone as perfect as Hermione want to be with a Death Eater?
“How long do we have?”
“Wha..what?” Draco stammered as he snapped his eyes open. He looked down to see Hermione staring at him intensely.
“I said, how much time do we have?” Hermione repeated tightening her grip on him.
Draco blinked at her in confusion. “I don’t have to be back until morning. Why?”
Hermione growled, “Because if you don’t fuck me right now I think I might explode.”
The statement made Draco’s heart miss a beat and sent a jolt straight to his groin. He took a steadying breath. “You…you still want me?”
“No. I play songs like that for people I despise,” she bit acerbically. She glared at him lustfully and Draco’s insides burned. He had never seen a woman look like this. He was in trouble.
“Give me your wand,” she demanded. Draco reached into his back pocket and handed over his wand without hesitation. Hermione snatched it from him and cast a silencing spell over the entire space. She grasped his chin firmly with her left hand and pulled his face down even with hers.
“I will never stop wanting you,” Hermione said fiercely, staring him in the eyes. There was a second long silence before Draco lunged forward and took hold of her roughly. Hermione chucked his wand to the side and clung to him for dear life as his lips crashed down upon hers. A new song erupted around them.
Love Will Leave a Mark by RED.
This was not going to be like their other times together. This was rough… frenzied… desperate.
Their hands moved swiftly as they kissed; Hermione’s yanking at Draco’s belt and Draco’s hiking-up Hermione’s skirt. She pushed down his boxers. He tore off her knickers. Draco growled like an animal as he bent his knees and aligned his rock-hard cock with her already wet quim and thrust in where they stood.
Hermione threw her head back with a loud moan and Draco took the opportunity to assault her neck with his mouth. He licked and sucked and bit her hard as he held her up on her tiptoes by her arse and pushed wildly into her. Hermione’s moans nearly drowned out the music and she clawed frantically at Draco’s back through his shirt.
When the burn in his thighs became too much, Draco carefully pulled Hermione down with him as he knelt to the ground. He began to protest when Hermione suddenly pulled herself free of him, but was quickly silenced when she shoved him hard in the chest knocking him on his back. Before he could sit-up, she straddled him and impaled herself on him again.
Draco’s eyes rolled back in his head and he grabbed her hips as she ground into him. Hermione rode him hard and the sound of slapping skin joined the sounds of her moans and Draco’s growls and the loud music. His fingers dug into her skin so hard she was sure she’d have bruises, but she didn’t let up. Draco began to match her downward thrusts with upward ones and the deep penetration soon had Hermione bracing her hands on his chest as she came with a violent shudder.
With a last feral snarl, Draco sunk deep inside her tightness and came hard himself. They held their position for a moment until Draco’s hands released Hermione’s hips and traveled to her back. He pulled her down to lie over his torso and they breathed heavily together.
When their breaths became steady once more, Hermione rolled off of Draco to lie beside him in the grass. She pulled down her skirt to re-cover herself as Draco pulled-up his trousers and fastened his belt. Draco turned to Hermione and kissed her on the forehead as he always did. He scooted close to her and placed his hand on her stomach and left it there even after he was done performing the contraceptive charm.
“I love you,” he said nuzzling his face into her hair. Hermione stared at the sky as she responded.
“I can’t believe you’d think that I’d stop loving you,” she said in a somewhat pained voice. She turned then and faced him. He looked at her apologetically.
“I’m sorry. It’s just…if you really knew what this Mark means…”
Hermione cut him off sharply, “I know exactly what that Mark means, and I love you all the more because of it.” Draco slid his arm the rest of the way over her and hugged her tight. Hermione reached to her right and grabbed Draco’s wand that was lying near her. She cast a cleansing charm on her lower region, summoned and repaired her knickers and then handed the wand back to Draco. He smirked and placed it back in his pocket.
“So, how long until they come looking for you?” Draco sighed.
Hermione shrugged as she shimmied into her knickers. “Molly and Arthur went out with Bill and Fleur to help with some wedding arrangement. They said they’d return by dinner. So I think we’ll be okay for a while. Even if they come back early the others will figure a way to cover for me.”
“Others? I thought only Red knew about me,” Draco asked as he propped himself up on his elbows.
Hermione sat-up all the way and looked down at him. “Ron and Harry know too. They still don’t know who you are though.”
“Potter’s there too now!? Like I wasn’t uncomfortable enough with you staying with your ex-husband…”
Hermione laughed. “You definitely don’t need to worry about Harry. That’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about.”
Draco sat-up all the way as well and gave her his full attention. “Go on.”
“They remember,” she whispered as if it were a huge secret.
“What do you mean they remember?” he replied uneasily.
“When Harry first arrived he looked at me funny. I didn’t know what to think at first, but then the instant he and Ginny made eye contact, they went into some kind of trance. They just stared at each other like the world didn’t exist. Their souls remembered melding together. They’ve been shagging like rabbits ever since. I think that when two people that had sex together in the future meet here they’re going to have at least some kind of similar reaction.”
Draco gaped at her. Severus had looked at his mother like that. He pushed the thought away when an even more troubling one entered his mind.
“Did Weasley remember you that way?” he asked anxiously. Hermione made a guilty face and Draco shot to his feet.
“Did he touch you!?” he yelled, his voice laced with panic and anger. Hermione scrambled to her feet.
“Draco, calm down,” she pleaded cupping his face in her hands.
“Did he touch you?” he repeated in a deadly whisper.
Hermione inhaled deeply. “Yes. Yes, he touched me. He pushed me up against a wall and kissed me,” she answered honestly. Draco’s eyes widened and his breathing deepened with each word that she spoke. He tore his enraged eyes from hers and glared at the house in the distance. The next moment he shoved Hermione aside, pulled out his wand, and began walking determinedly in the direction of the house.
“Draco!” Hermione shouted as she grabbed for his arm. He wrenched free of her grasp and continued. Hermione started to panic. He was nearing the edge of the ward that kept him from view. “Draco stop! It was nothing! Draco!”
Just as his foot was about to cross the ward’s boundary Hermione yelled, “You are a spy!!”
He stopped midstride. He lowered his foot but did not turn around. Hermione jogged up to him and turned him by the shoulder to face her. Rage and hurt distorted his handsome features as he looked at her.
“What does my being a spy have to do with me convincing that fucking weasel to keep his hands to himself?” he spat. Hermione felt a strange combination of appreciation and anger at Draco’s jealousy. It was heartwarming to know he cared so much, but he needed to control his temper.
“The fact matters because you need to be in control of yourself at all times,” Hermione answered him calmly. “As a spy you are going to find yourself in situations that cause you pain and anger, but you must not show it. Did Severus teach you nothing?”
Draco looked away abashed. Severus had explained that to him almost every day. He only now understood the significance. He’d almost just ruined everything. He began to tremble slightly and he sat on the ground.
Hermione sat down next to him and placed a hand on his knee. “Imagine what would happen if someone touched me at school and you reacted this way,” she said softly. Draco looked up at her.
“I…I just can’t stand the thought of you being with anyone else,” he said brokenly. Hermione smiled at him.
“I will never be with anyone but you. I did not kiss him back. In fact, I shoved him…hard. He apologized and hasn’t made a move since. He only did it in the first place because he was feeling our old connection. He feels the guilt of cheating on me too, I can see it. He’s acting completely different than he did before. He’s acting more like a thirty-seven-year-old than a sixteen-year-old. They all are. I’d bet my last galleon that they’d be able to cross age lines like we did.”
Draco looked in the distance at the house again. He still wanted to hex the Weasel’s balls off, but Hermione’s words had calmed him considerably. He mulled over her statement as he rubbed his hand over hers on his knee.
“How come that book you read about the pearl didn’t explain that everyone’s souls wouldn’t change like their bodies?” he asked after a moment.
Hermione creased her brow in thought. “Well, I don’t think whoever wrote the book knew. I’m sure the author only had the written notes left behind from people who had used the pearl to go by. I think it’s safe to say that we are the first case of two people transporting together with the pearl. All those other poor souls that used one were alone. They’d have panicked or gone mad before they’d have noticed something as subtle as others staring at each other. Imagine how you’d have been if you’d come here by yourself.”
All color drained from Draco’s face and his stomach clenched at the thought. He never realized how close he had come to doing just that. If he hadn’t had Hermione to turn to he’d either be dead or locked up in an asylum already.
He looked at her with complete adoration. She was literally his life. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply.
“So you’ve saved my life three times now,” he said when he pulled back. Hermione gave him a confused look.
“How three?”
“You saved me from the fire in the Room of Requirement, you have saved me from killing myself from grief by being here, and it was only thoughts of you that got me through this again,” he answered pointing to his left arm.
Hermione bit her lip and then grinned. She rose to her knees and threw her one leg over him to straddle his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in close.
“I guess you owe me then,” she whispered huskily. He chuckled darkly and wrapped his arms around her back.
“Yeah, I guess I owe you big,” he said as he wiggled his eyebrows and popped his hips up at her.
“You ready for round two?” she teased.
“Love, for you, I’m always ready,” Draco answered and rolled Hermione to the ground beneath him.
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“Do you think we should go and check on her?” Harry asked as he helped Ginny set the table. “She’s been gone for two hours and your parents are going to be home any minute.”
Ginny pursed her lips and looked at the door. “I don’t know. I really don’t want to interrupt them. She doesn’t get to see him often,” she answered setting down a stack of plates.
“Doesn’t it bother you that she just runs out of the house and disappears with a bloke we know nothing about?” Harry replied taking a seat on the bench.
“We know that he’s a pureblood from a family that doesn’t approve of Muggleborns, and that he likes music and archery and Quidditch. From what she told Ron earlier about Mr. Perfect wanting to see her in a Hogwart’s Quidditch uniform, I’m guessing he goes there too. So we probably do already know him,” she said taking a seat beside Harry.
“Well if he’s pureblood and his family is prejudiced then he’s probably a Slytherin.” Harry shook his head. “I can’t imagine Hermione with any of those rotters.”
“He could be in Ravenclaw. They have a few old-school purebloods in their house. It would make sense too since Hermione said he’s intelligent,” Ginny added optimistically. Harry hummed in thought.
“Yeah, I suppose. She wouldn’t need to hide a Gryffindor from us and we know he wouldn’t be a Hufflepuff,” he snorted.
“What’s wrong with Hufflepuff?” Ron asked angrily from his perch near the window. Harry and Ginny both turned to him in surprise. Ron hadn’t moved from the window or spoken since Hermione had left. Ginny narrowed her eyes at her brother.
“There’s nothing wrong with Hufflepuff. We just know that Mr. Perfect is too sneaky to be one. Why would you care what we thought about Hufflepuff anyway?” she pried. Ron frowned and looked back out the window.
“I don’t know,” he answered softly.
Harry and Ginny exchanged a concerned glance, but continued their conversation.
“And what was with that music just before she left?” Harry asked with a troubled expression. “It stopped as soon as she left. Do you think she was doing accidental magic?”
Ginny shook her head. “I think Hermione’s past the point of accidental magic. But she did seem surprised by it. She even cursed. I’ll try and ask her about it tonight.”
“You can ask her right now,” Ron chimed in. “She’s coming back.” He hopped up from his seat at the window and stood facing the door.
A moment later the door handle turned and Hermione pushed into the house. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it with a loud satisfied sigh.
“Have a good time?” Ginny giggled. Hermione looked at her with dreamy eyes and nodded lazily.
“Is that a bite mark on your neck?” Ron inquired disapprovingly. Hermione raised a hand to her neck and blushed. “He bites you!?”
“Oh calm down Ronald. She’s obviously not upset by it,” Ginny snapped at him. She winked at Hermione and then whispered something in Harry’s ear. A grin slowly grew across Harry’s face, but he said nothing. Ron scowled at them and then plopped down on the nearby sofa with a huff. Still blushing, Hermione looked uneasily at Ron and then turned back to Ginny and Harry.
“I’m just going to freshen up before dinner,” she said awkwardly and then hurried up the stairs to the room she shared with Ginny. Once inside the room she heaved herself onto her bed and grinned at the ceiling. Her body was deliciously sore.
Hermione rolled over and grabbed her wand that she’d left on the nightstand. She cast a quick glamour over her neck to hide Draco’s love bites, but she would not fully remove them. She wasn’t sure why, but it made her insides warm to know that he had marked her.
She sat up briefly and pulled her notebook and a self-inking quill from the nightstand drawer. She laid the notebook open in front of her as she lay on her belly in the bed. Propping herself up on her elbows, she lovingly added her newest set of songs to the ever growing list. When she had finished she pulled out her mirror.
Draco’s smirking face was already waiting for her. “Hello, love,” he mouthed.
“Hello,” she mouthed right back. She sat up quickly and began to sign. “Get home okay?”
“Yes. Everything okay there?”
“Yes,” she signed. Just then she heard the commotion of Molly, Arthur, Bill, and Fleur arriving home. She looked longingly at Draco. “Sorry. Gotta go. See you tomorrow?”
Draco smiled and nodded. “Same place?”
Hermione nodded back and rubbed her nose, “I love you.”
“I love you.”
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