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Chapter Two

Hermione squinted trying to get a better look. The day was sunny, the man’s face nothing but shadows, and for a split second, she’d thought she’d been mistaken. Then he was speaking again, confirming his identity, and shifting his weight, he blocked the sun.

Apparently, prison had thinned him and his eyes looked hollow. Those were not the only changes; his robes (always black) were now a deep emerald green, dark yet brighter than anything she had ever seen on this man.   His hair was not pulled back, but loose and it came only just below his shoulders. If she did not know Lucius she’d think he almost looked handsome and pleasant, maybe. She could not help but wonder if the changes were for the publics benefit or his.

“Have you gone deaf as well or do you have no manners?”

Hermione sputtered as she tried to think of something to say. What had he said, something about head girl?

“How do you know…I mean what makes you think I’m Head Girl?” Feeling a bit calmer she defiantly raised her chin.

“Do you not think the Head Governor, is allowed to know who’s Head of his school?” “I must admit I am shocked that’s your only concern, I thought for sure you’d want to know the details of my release.”

.Damn it, she thought. She’d been thinking just that, but the Head Girl thing had thrown her, and now she looked like an idiot.

“It’s not your school! It’s Dumbledore’s!” standing “and isn’t obvious how you’re here” leaning on tip toes and getting very near his ear she whispered “You paid someone a great deal of money and gave them a sob story about your change of heart, pity they should’ve realized you don’t have one.”

As she began to move away, Hermione became suddenly aware that this wasn’t Draco. He was just like his son always pushing buttons, so damn arrogant and proud that before she knew it she had acted like she would if it was Malfoy, and taunted him. Maybe, it was her anger or his changed appearance that altered her perception. But before she could remedy the mistake, his body was pushing hers against the bench. She lost her balance and was reseated with a “plop”. Then he was leaning over her, silky platinum hair skimming her face intimately.

“”Do not for one second mistake me for Draco.””—--it was like he read her mind---“” I find nothing endearing about your wit,” ----his mouth moved closer, his breath warm in her ear---- “but I won’t deny your body could more than meet my needs. Unfortunately now is neither the time nor the place for that game. See you at the feast.” And then he stood up, curtly tilted his chin at her and headed toward Knockturn Alley.

She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, her mind in overload.

What had just happened?!?!

Lucius Malfoy was free and apparently Head Governor. He’d mentioned Draco and not in the past tense, did that mean he knew where he was?   Draco found her wit “endearing”? Why would Lucius think that?

And then her mind came to the part that made her stomach turn. She was Head Girl, the only person she despised more than Voldemort himself, and he’d been the one to tell her. It was happy news, something to share with family, friends, (or at the very least) someone you didn’t loathe. Damn him!! And he was going to be at the feast, so much for a Malfoy free Hogwarts. Truthfully, if she had to pick a Malfoy to be at the feast it would have been the younger one. It should have been Dumbledore telling her at the feast and Harry and Ron should have been there to share it. It should have made everything okay, made her happy, but it didn’t. At this she began to get misty eyed. Ignoring those feeling she turned her attention else where.

As she looked across the street, she saw Ginny through the window. She was giggling with some other girls from her year over something pink and frilly looking that resembled a dress made entirely from ribbon. She was suddenly jealous of Ginny. Her innocence, her ability to be happy at a time like this One: Harry was miles away. Two: Dumbledore was dead. Three: War was upon them. The world was trying awfully hard to make Hermione into an adult, and it wasn’t in the way she’d hoped for and that made her irritated. She’d hoped to be a typical 17 year old girl turning into a woman. Nothing was allowed to be typical in her life these days; Lucius Malfoy’s release was conformation of that. She was so confused. One minute all she wanted was a boy to notice her and want her, ache for her as only a man could. Then the next she wanted to be eleven again and carefree, picnicking by the lake with Harry, begging him to study. All the while he would be laying on his back pointing out the animals in the clouds.

Hermione let out a low frustrated groan.

Suddenly she felt more alone in this crowded street with people everywhere than she ever had in her whole life. Her parents were miles away and Harry and Ron were gone. There was no one around who understood her, really knew her. How would she ever survive this year? Did she even exist anymore? She was completely and utterly alone.

She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She just stared across the street waiting for Ginny to come out, foot twitching continually; letting the loneliness seep through her skin. Occasionally she’d look up at the sky, begging it to rain. On the inside she felt dreary and gray.

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After that night on the tower Snape had taken Draco to some secret location. A location which Snape said Dumbledore had secured for just such and occasion. He could still hear his own mockingly vile tone at his Godfather. If he’d know it would be the last time he’d speak to him in that tone, he might have thought about what he was going to say; used it to its full extent as it were.

“An occasion where you happen to kill him because I happen to go soft, you expect me to by that? That’s what he was planning for Sev?”



“Exactly.” He said, plainly as if saying the sky is blue.

It was merely a fact.

He stared at his godfather for what seemed like an eternity.

Maybe if he didn’t know Sev as well he would have asked him to explain, because he wouldn’t have believed it. He would have needed proof. But when he looked up, it was all in Severus’ eyes and that was enough for him. There he saw where Severus’ loyalties lied and he never asked about it again.

While Sev did whatever he was doing coming and going Draco just sat.

He sat on the cold filthy stone floor for days thinking (never eating or sleeping) just thinking about what had happened and what was going to happen now.

Could he trust Severus not to betray him to Voldemort? No sooner had he thought it, did he let it go as preposterous. Thinking about if his mum was alive or….he couldn’t finish that thought.

Who was he? Where did he fit into this war that was coming? What part was he meant to play? All of these questions needed answered.

When he realized that Dumbledore died because it was his own plan and Severus became a murderer by choice; planned out decisions and not just because they had no others. Draco realized for the first time in his life: not everything is as it seems, and not a damn thing was black and white anymore.

Finally one day, after Draco thought he was going to go crazy from all the crap filling up his brain day in and day out, Severus came into his room and broke the silence.

“I need something from you Draco, and it’s entirely your choice, but I need to get in touch with the Order and get back into Hogwarts. Dumbledore’s plans can’t be relayed by anyone but me. I’m afraid however, I will be Avadad on arrival, so what do you say?” he looked him straight in the eyes hiding nothing.

It was odd to have people look at you, and know they weren’t manipulating you, he didn’t know if he liked it or not. So much honesty and emotion, he hadn’t allowed himself to feel for so long, it felt like he was feeling too much. But he knew he owed Severus his life so he would do whatever it was he needed.

“What do you need from me?” he said his voice scratchy from lack of use.

“I need to be trusted again, which means you need to be trusted”

“Who’s going to trust me after what they must think I’ve done?”

Severus waved his hand as he begain.

“For one I have dealt with Potter and his saintliness enough to know that he didn’t let anyone think you killed Dumbledore not for one minute. I’m sure he wanted everyone to know just who was as fault. This is why I know I can’t carry on with his plans, yet. But you are innocent and I’m quite sure Potter’s feeling some sympathy for you in the –I had no other choice in order to protect my family—kind of way. I know Potter’s not going back to school but can you think of no one who is an eternal optimist? Who finds hope and good in everything? Hmm?”

“Oh” Granger he thought. He didn’t say anything but nodded his okay.

They talked and finalized plans.

Draco was going to an old summer house his parents hadn’t visited since before he was born. His father had it built and purchased it, “It’s filthy to live in a house where someone else has been” he remember hearing as a young boy. He had marveled by how many homes his father actually owned. He knew this one was safe though, because on his 8^th birthday his mum had begged to go there for the summer and Lucius refused. Not only had he refused but he made it clear that “”I’d spend my life in Azkaban before returning to that forsaken island again”. And, as fate would have it, his his..well Lucius was in Azkaban and the Virgin Islands were definitely for Draco. No chance the sycophant would brake out and come there. Severus was going some where more permanent till he heard word from Draco it was safe.

The day they were leaving the shack, as Draco affectionately deemed it, he had wondered where his life was leading him.

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That had led him here and here he was watching Hermione struggling for a book. The way her cute bum bounced when she jumped was almost enough to make him hard. Almost! Because (he told himself) he hadn’t wanked in months (couldn’t do that with your Godfather in the next room over) –lie

Or because this was the first time he’d actually looked at the girl—another lie

Almost, but it was her, filthy and all that, he reminded himself—wow I’m getting really good at lying to myself.

He had waited all day everyday for a week (in this corner, at the back of the damn shop, under the stuffy invisibility cloak) for her to come in search of the book like Severus had said she would. And finally, there she was bouncing up and down like a child, why doesn’t she just use magic he thought. Brightest which of her age my ass!

She was stretching again-as if that would help- allowing him to see a bit of skin on her lower back, and he thought he saw something there.   Was it tagged he wondered? He’d seen plenty of women that were yet; it was something he wouldn’t have expected from her. He couldn’t be sure. And then she was stomping her foot. She was getting irritated, he decided it was time to reveal himself, he needed her help and didn’t want her to cause more of a seen because she was angry. So he took down his hood and began moving toward her. He was about to raise his arm to tap her when she froze. She was sniffing like a dog   -wtf-   Next thing he new she was peering through the bookshelf in front of her.

What was she looking at, was someone there? He debated for a moment just staring at the back of her head. Mounds of brown curls staring back. For a second he considered touching one, then suddenly she was backing up…quickly he threw the hood back up and retreated into the corner again. .

Someone was coming, he could hear footsteps. He thought his heart would beat madly out of his chest. Then he spotted Longbottom and it slowed.

As he watched Neville staring at Hermione he thought at the very least, this was going to be entertaining. It seemed he was trying to get his courage up to talk to her he was just standing there staring. That boy was still afraid of girls. He smirked only Neville could face Death Eaters and not Hermione Granger. Then he watched as Hermione turned round and ran straight into Neville and fell on that cute bum of hers.

”Sorry Hermione, I was about to ask if you needed a hand, but you turned too quick”, Neville said as he helped her off the floor.

As he watched Neville help her up he saw the lust in the dark haired boy’s eyes and had to look twice.

Neville Longbottom ponce of Gryffindor was full of greed and not just that but lust too. It couldn’t be, they weren’t an item he was sure of that, he told himself. But he continued to watch them intensely to be sure.

“Its fine Neville”, she replied returning her white tank top strap to its original place.

He saw something flit across her face, something that looked like longing, but with the youngest weasel’s words it was gone.

“Gosh Neville! Way to start the year, brutalizing the Head Girl!” Ginny said, as she walked up giving Hermione a sly smile.

Then he saw Neville immediately flush with color as if he’d just had the dirtiest of thoughts.

“Head Gir-“

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He looked to Hermione to see if she’d known or if it was Ginny’s slip. When he saw the look on her face he wanted to take her and shake her senseless.

She was looking at Neville with eyes one looks at a cute puppy in a window with, complete sympathy for how helpless the little fluff balls are.

She didn’t see his lustful looks and she definitely couldn’t tell he wanted her. Stupid girl! Or was she that good at pretending there was nothing going on with them?

“I am not!” Hermione insisted before Neville could finish while, shooting a reproachful look at Ginny.

So she didn’t know yet. Severus had given him all the information he could about what had been going on the two months they were away. Of course this bit shocked him the least. It did make him wish he was returning to school, if for nothing else than to give the Head Girl a hard time.

“What?” Ginny waived her arm “Everyone knows it’s you, I mean who else could it be?” She replied airily while heading towards the front of the store. “And then Percy really will be after you” she called over her shoulder.

Eww!!! As if she’d let that walking sphincter touch her, obviously Hermione couldn’t have, could she? First Neville and then Percy, had Hermione become the new flavor of ice cream in town, everyone wanting a lick. Next thing you know he’d hear how Weaselby got up the courage to shag her too. He refused to think about that. She couldn’t have let Ron touch her!

“I am sorry Hermione and she’s right I’m sure you’ll get it” Neville assured her smoothly.

As if she doesn’t know that you great git, he thought as he clenched his fist under the cloak. His hand was sweaty, damn shop, damn cloak. It had nothing to do with his irritated state about the girl before him.

And then she was licking those lips of hers, and he heard her say something about not wanting to talk about it, just like Granger completely modest. Then she was doe eyed again and talking, but he couldn’t make it out, blood was rushing in his ears and his chest was pounding. Now he was definitely wishing he would have woke her early this morning( or any other for that matter) when he snuck onto her veranda at the Leaky Cauldron. Insufferable girl moaning in her sleep, that had most definitely made it impossible to move. He’d feared his trousers would have burst clean open if he did. He began envisioning her all over again.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~She was sleeping so peacefully and he thought today he would have the courage to wake her. Then the sound he’d become so familiar with started. She was moaning, soft and low. In a tone he was sure no one had ever heard her use.

He looked down, yep hard as a rock.

When he looked back up her hands were on her tits and his zipper was coming down. Then he would let her moans fill his head, pictures of her naked begging for his touch in his mind. Closing his eyes his hand became hers as she stroked his cock faster and faster. He opened his eyes to see her chest heaving up and down, body moaning and squirming as if an invisible force was teasing her mercilessly. And then she did something she’d never done and so did he.   Something akin to words escaped her lips.

“Oh, Oh dr..”

When he felt the warm fluid all over his hand he froze. She hadn’t even said his name, but the mere thought she was going to and over the edge he plummeted~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



His cock twitched roughly against his trousers.

He looked down and began taking deep breaths he tried to clear his head. When he looked up again she was walking towards the front of the store with Neville following her, obviously still trying to talk.

That was his cue, time to leave. He’d wait for her outside, maybe she was going somewhere alone or back to her room at the Leaky Cauldron that would make things even easier.

Outside there was a breeze and he instantly felt more in control of himself. Draco found a bit of wall between two shop windows where he was sure no one would tread and settled in to wait.

While he waited he thought over why he’d cum that morning, and what he was going to say, for the millionth time. While he knew it sounded alright in his head, he was afraid it might sound like fuck all to her. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn’t see them right away. After spotting them (her and the redhead) he could only meander toward them. There was a swarm of people all going the same way and finally he decided to hang back and wait for the crowd to disperse. They were headed down towards where Diagon Alley ended and Knockturn began, if they were going anywhere else they would have to come back by this way. So he leaned back against the wall and watched as they drifted out of sight.

About that time he saw Neville come out of the shop with his Gran and as he walked by, Draco had the strong urge to trip him. But something he was saying stopped Draco in his tracks.

“Yes, Gran I know you want to meet her but she’s really busy at the moment, and she doesn’t even know I’ve told anyone about us. She made me promise to keep it a secret.” Neville insisted

“Sounds like she’s ashamed of you boy, why would you want to be with someone who is to ashamed to admit their affections, you deserve more my dear.” His Gran replied wisely.

“SHE”S NOT ASHAMED” noticing people staring “she’s just busy” he continued in a hushed tone. ”Besides she’s about to be made Head Girl, and then I’m sure she’ll be ready to tell everyone. I think she’s just nervous about letting me down.” He finished as they continued in the opposite direction the girls had gone.

That was it, time to find Granger and find out what in Merlin’s name was going on with her and all these boys. Since the crowd was gone he strutted quickly down the cobblestone in the direction he’d last seen them.

At the end of the street on the left he spotted the crazed pink shop, all sorts of colors coming out of it. Sweet mother’s uncle, tell me they haven’t gone in there, he thought. But it was the last shop before the dodgy side and looking to the right he saw only…..her.

There she was sitting with a book in her hands, obviously forgotten, her eyes deep in thought, contemplating something about how she could be anymore annoyingly perfect, Draco guessed.

Just as he was trying to figure out what to do, she was putting the book away and then there were feet in front of her. As he looked up to see who she was talking to now, he swore out loud “Bloody Hell!!”

Then it occurred to him he was still invisible, and he clapped his hand over his mouth and watched the scene unfold in front of him.

He wasn’t close enough to hear but suddenly Granger was doing something he’d never seen another women (including his mother) do his entire life. She was in Lucius’ personal space (not by invitation) and not just in his face, but from there it looked almost like she was whispering in his ear.

What the fuck is going on with that girl!

He saw her pull back and the look in her eyes told him, she appreciated her mistake. But he was drawn away from her eyes when he saw them widen with anxiety, and he could see why.

Lucius was pressing his body in to hers backing her down on the bench.   Draco drew his wand, just incase. Then he was leaning over her, and her face was masked by his hair, which Draco now noticed wasn’t back and was much shorter than he could ever remember seeing it. He was disturbed by the closeness they were sharing and then just as quickly as it happened it was over. He saw Lucius nod to her and then head on down the alley.

Draco’s mind couldn’t catch up with his eyes. Lucius Malfoy was free, out of prison, walking around taking to a teenage witch who (by common knowledge) he loathed. Looking around he surmised no one was alarmed but him. He turned to seek out Hermione’s eyes, to see if she was astounded as he

SMACK!! His head hit the pavement

What the ‘ell, he heard a man’s voice say.

Sitting up he saw cauldrons everywhere, apparently the man had run him down with the cart, and he was about to shout at the dolt to watch where he was going when he remembered he wasn’t visible. Getting up and out of the middle of the road as people began to clean up the mess, Draco looked toward Hermione. As he found her eyes, he was startled by what he saw in them. First they were jealous for a second and then, sad and irritated swirled with confusion. Then suddenly it was like looking in a mirror, her chocolate eyes mimicked, in that moment, what his stormy eyes held for the better part of a life time; seclusion.

She was wondering if she existed, he could tell. He couldn’t believe it the Gryffndor Princess thought she didn’t exist. This should of made him overly joyous, it should have made her prey. But it didn’t, it made him feel sick inside.

Standing there watching the curly haired brunette with her foot twitching (apparently on it’s own accord) he saw the rain starting to fall on her cheeks, and then her lips and Draco Malfoy felt something he hadn’t felt in a very long time,

Compassion.
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