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Curse You	By : AngelaDirdge Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8955 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Chapter Two
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Hermione Granger kept herself busy with various ancient texts, organizing the dusty shelves in the massive library. It had been several months since she had even given a second thought to entering the most noble House of Black, but now here she was, picking her way through a number of tomes. Her eyes were still moist from crying, and every now and again, a tear would fall from her brown eyes and splatter onto the tattered pages. It had been no less than a week since Ron and Harry had left in search of yet another Horacrux. Left with little to do, and not wishing to mull around and wait for the Order to give her a task, Hermione had decided to continue the perpetual process of organizing Sirius� belongings-- or, to be better stated to suit recent events, Harry�s belongings. The �boy who lived� refused to enter the house that was now rightfully his, so Hermione had recruited Ginny to be of some assistance; it kept both of their minds off of the young men who traveled alone.

�Some of these books are hundreds of years old,� Ginny whispered. Hermione looked up for a moment at the younger girl. Ginny was sitting on the highest rung of a ladder, a decrepit book spread over her knees. �But it all seems so important-- I don�t see how we can even get rid of any of them.� Hermione nodded, fingering the brittle pages lovingly. �We won�t.� She replied. �I could never really throw away a book. We can at least organize them.� She reached for her wand and gently tapped the end against the book. The pages magically repaired themselves. �See? All better.�

�I thought we weren�t allowed to use magic outside of school.� Ginny said absently. Hermione looked up at Ginny with an earnest expression. �Do you really think we�ll be going back to school?� Ginny shrugged.

The two spent the better part of the afternoon moving scores of books across the room and into various piles. Dust filtered through shafts of sunlight that pierced from behind the heavy drapes. When a grandfather clock in another room tolled seven, the girls decided to call it a night; there was only one case left to sift through, and Ginny had found an old photo album. The two girls were itching to flip through the pages. Both moved to sit on the broad desk top and opened the dusty cover. The first few pages held only one picture a piece, and each picture contained only one waving figure. One the first page was a scruffy looking young man with sad eyes but a smiling expression. His clothes were frayed in places, and looked eerily similar to the school uniforms worn at Hogwarts. He looked startled as he looked back at the girls, but he finally waved. A large paw print was inked next to his picture, and underneath the name �Moony� was scrawled. �Oh my God.� Hermione said softly. �It couldn�t be.�

�What?� Ginny asked. Hermione studied the face closer. �It�s Professor Lupin� I mean, Remus.� She flipped quickly to the next page. A rotund young man beamed up at them. A tiny paw print could just be seen to the right of his picture and �Wormtail� was written as a label. �And that�s Peter Pettigrew.� Hermione itched to turn the page again and before Ginny could complain further they were looking at a new face. His long black hair was pulled into a tail at the nape of his neck, and his wand smoked between his fingers like a long cigarette. There was another heavy paw print and the word �Padfoot.�

�Sirius.� Hermione muttered. She turned the next page with anticipation. Ginny gasped. �He looks just like Harry!� A young man that could only be James Potter peered up at them from behind his glasses. He blew them both a kiss. Next to his photo was a split hoof print and the name �Prongs.� Hermione heard Ginny sniffle slightly, and they turned the page again together. The few pictures stuck to the next page were of one couple. The picture on the top of the page showed a young red headed girl-- maybe around eleven-- pointing an accusing finger and a young James. The second picture showed the same couple several years later, holding each other fondly. The last was obviously a wedding photo. James was wearing a tuxedo and flashing a gold ring on his finger, while his bride waved to the girls fondly. �It�s Lily.� Hermione whispered. �God, it�s like looking into the past and the future at the same time.�

�What do you mean?� Ginny asked curiously. �Don�t you see it?� Hermione replied. �You almost look like Lily-- red hair and all-- and Harry is an image of his father.� Ginny sighed. �But I don�t think James ever broke up with Lily to save the world.� The two watched the moving images of James and Lily for a moment longer, than turned the page again. The remaining pictures were snapshots of the friends� schooling days-- Lily and a dark hair young girl, both with Ravenclaw scarves; Sirius sliding down a banister; James waving his wand while a greasy haired young man hung suspended by his ankles. �They were so young.� Hermione whispered.

�I wonder when everything went wrong� When they formed the Order� When Voldemort came in to their lives.� Ginny wondered out loud. Hermione promptly closed the book. �Let�s save the rest for another time� When Harry and Ron can look through it too.� Ginny sniffled. �Okay.�

A few minutes later the girls had gathered up their belongings and were ready to Apparate. �You go ahead, Ginny.� Hermione said as she tucked a few books into her bag. �I�ll meet you there.� Ginny nodded, turned on the spot, and vanished. Hermione snorted. �And she was worried about using magic outside of school. No one cares anymore.� She sighed, and moved to look out a window at the dreary sky. The sun hadn�t been able to burst through the clouds in days. Hermione pulled out her wand to Apparate, when a shadowy figure caught her eye. The person was tall and lanky, obviously a man. He wore a dark cloak, the hood pulled far over his head. A Death Eater for sure. �Shit.� Hermione jerked away from the window, but it was too late. She could already tell that he had spotted her. �How does he know about this place? He can only see it if he knows�� She slapped her palm against her head. �Kreacher.�

Hermione was getting the feeling that she should leave, to Apparate as quickly as possible. But her mind wouldn�t let her. There was something drawing her to the Death Eater. She heard a downstairs door open, and she quickly darted out of the library. She slunk, unseen, down the halls, listening intently for the sound of footsteps. Unfortunately, she was focused more on her hearing than she needed to be-- she failed to remember the troll legged table. Her hip slammed into the side table, and sent it rolling into the covered picture of Sirius� dead mother. Immediately shrieks filled the house. �FILTHY HALF BLOODS! I WILL NOT ALLOW THE ABOMINATIONS IN MY HOUSE! THAT WRETCHED SON! HE�LL BE HEARING ABOUT THIS!� Frightened, Hermione jumped into the nearest room and pressed herself against the wall behind the door. She held her breath to calm her pounding heart. Seconds later, Hermione heard something moving under the screams. Suddenly they ceased, and Hermione heard something she never thought she would hear- the portrait of Sirius� mother talking civilly. �Well hello darling! I never thought I would see a Malfoy in my house. Things are such a mess, dear. Please excuse, please excuse�� The voice faded away. Hermione�s mind raced. A Malfoy? But� Lucius was in prison� That could only mean� �Draco?� Hermione clamped her hand over her mouth one second too late. She had already whispered the name into the darkness of the house.
Draco froze. He�d heard his name. Silently he focused his energy into his hearing. He could hear her breathing, and he smirked. She was hiding behind the door in the next room. He burst through the open door and slammed it closed, not only to reveal Hermione�s shaking body, but also to lock her in. �We meet at last, Mudblood.� He saw her scowl at the horrid name. He was going to aggravate her before he killed her. Toy with his prey. �The hell do you want, Malfoy?� she spat. He reached up to pull down the hood of his cloak. It was technically forbidden, but she was going to die. It didn�t really matter. His white blond hair spilled over his eyes. �I�m here to kill you.� She flinched.

�How did you find this place?� she stammered. Always searching for an answer. He smirked. �A magician never reveals his secrets, Granger. You�ll just have to die not knowing something. That bothers you, doesn�t it?� Slowly, with painful deliberation, he reached into his Death Eater�s cloak to pull out his wand. �Malfoy, please. Don�t do this. You can�t.� Draco shook his head fervently. �No. I will not let you poison my mind, like that wretched old fool did. He festered in my brain, made me feel weak. I�m not going to fail my Lord again. You are going to die, Granger, and I�m going to do it.� Malfoy opened his mouth to utter the killing curse.

�Draco, please.� Hermione�s voice was hardly above a whisper. Her entire body quaked, and she finally lost strength in her knees, which caused her to collapse on the floor. Draco paused. She had said his name. His first name. It was a word he had never expected to hear uttered from her lips. Suddenly, those lips were the focus of his attention. So full, so luscious, like her breasts� Stop! A voice screamed in his head. It�s Granger, a Mudblood! You are going to kill her, or you are going to die.

Hermione had obviously seen him pause, and she crawled on her knees over to him. His wand followed her. Her head was at just the right spot. Just a little less clothing, and she�d have his� Damn it, Draco! What the hell?? He couldn�t stop the thoughts that rushed through his brain. It had been so long since he had touched someone-- Pansy had seemingly vanished from his life all together. He suddenly longed to touch her, was desperate to have her. He had to strain to keep the erection in his pants from becoming visible. Draco was suddenly aware of Hermione clinging to his robes. �You�re not evil, Draco. You�re not one of them. You�re a child, like me. We can protect you, we can help you. There�s not need to be afraid of him. Voldemort can�t touch you as long as you�re with us.� He cringed at the mention of the Dark Lord�s name. He paused. Perhaps he could uphold a charade, something that would last just long enough for him to have his way with her, discover the home of the Order, and then kill her and leave.

He crumbled to his knees, feigning tears. �Gods, Hermione.� Her name rolled off his tongue in a way that he liked, but it was a feeling that made him uncomfortable. He would have to remember not to scream it later. �You�re right. They�ll kill me. They�ll kill my mum. I�m so lost.� She wrapped her arm around his heaving shoulder. �Don�t worry, Mal-- Draco. I promise. Come with me, and everything will be okay.� He couldn�t believe his luck. Granger, the smartest, snobbiest, bitchiest female on the planet was believing his bullshit story. Fantastic. Draco He thought as she pulled him to his feet. You�re a fucking genius. And they Apparated.
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