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Verto Vitae	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 40710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hermione took a few deep, steadying breaths as she stared at the blank stone wall before her. She knew as soon as the wall opened she would be thrust into a world she did not know, into a role she had to play to a 'T,' into a life Malfoy had endured. Behind this wall could lay her destruction or the world's absolution; if only she could make it through this month to do what she had to do. Behind this wall lay a world in which she would never belong.
That was if she could get through the damn door.
Fingers crossed, she whispered the password Malfoy had told her this morning. "Fidelus ut unus." Loyal to one.
The wall made a grinding stone-on-stone sound and a crack formed right in front of her that widened to reveal the common room within. Bedecked in green, silver, and black, it was a much sleeker and eerily colder room than the one she was used to. The two windows which flanked the extravagant fireplace were pitch black, the lake beyond rippling against them. Garish green lamps lit the room and students milled about, a much more somber mood filling the room compared to the boisterously loud one of the Gryffindor common room.
"There you are!"
Hermione looked over towards the Banshee-like screech and allowed herself to be pulled into the room as if it was normal to have Pansy Parkinson happy to see her. Hermione pulled back her hand with a raise of her brow and Pansy averted her eyes and muttered "Sorry."
Hermione decided then that she might like this new power Malfoys wielded.
"Is there something you wished to tell me?" she asked and Pansy perked up immediately. Haughty, she reminded herself, you have to be haughty.
"There is! Come, we had that first year you like keep your spot warm for you!"
Hermione gave no hint that her heart was pounding so hard she feared it might break through her ribs and tumble onto the floor. She simply allowed Pansy to escort her to a large armchair before the fire as a small girl scurried out of it looking terrified and hurried back to her friends. Hermione wanted to go to the girl and tell her not to worry, but she had to stay in character. You are a Malfoy.
"Daphne!" Pansy called and the blonde hurried over to take a spot on the rug before Hermione while Pansy handed her a mug of what smelled suspiciously like Firewhiskey, and Millicent Bulstrode tried to take off Hermione's satchel.
"Ugh, that thing is hideous, Valouris, where did you get it?" Pansy squealed, cringing from it as if it might infect her.
Hermione nearly snorted. Valouris? Her name was Valouris? Well, if her Latin served, she thought it sounded like a hybrid of the words validus for strong and decorus for beautiful. She supposed there was nothing wrong with that. The Malfoy's certainly were a vain lot.
When she noticed the girls staring at her she had to mentally back-peddle to remember what Pansy had asked her.
"Er…Professor Slughorn gave it to me. It has some Potions ingredients."
"And he couldn't keep them in the store cupboard with all the others?" Daphne sneered.
"These are very special ingredients that he entrusts only to me," she explained. The girls gave "ohs!" of comprehension and she sighed with relief that this lot was either astonishingly gullible or so loyal to their Malfoy that they dare not question. Knowing that it held something to do with Potions, Millicent dropped the bag immediately and Hermione figured it would be safe for a while at least.
"So, what was it you wanted to tell me, Pansy?" she asked with a slightly bored affect. "I'd rather like to get to bed."
"This can't wait!" she simpered. "Daphne, go on, go on and tell her what you told me!"
The pretty blonde grinned in a knowing way and looked up at her. "I was on my way to the loo when I overheard Blaise and Theo talking," she said dramatically, her eyes wide. "Blaise was showing him something and I only got a glimpse but I'm certain I know what I saw!"
The group burst into a fit of giggles and Hermione came to the conclusion that no matter what house, it seemed, girls were a bunch of dolts.
"Would you mind telling me what it is you think you saw, or do I have to guess?" she said in a mildly irritated voice. Daphne cleared her throat and curled her lips in as if trying to contain her laughter.
"It was a ring!" she finally said in a harsh whisper. The girls peeled off in laughter while Hermione focused on keeping an air of slight disinterest even though all the oxygen seemed to have vacated the room. Blaise Zabini was going to propose to her? She could feel the blood draining from her face and glanced over to where said individual was settled on a dark green velvet settee deep in conversation with several boys. When he caught her staring, he sent a sultry wink her way and turned back to Theodore Nott who was explaining something with large gestures of his hands.
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked, feeling faint.
"Like I said it was only a glimpse but he was saying something about the Astronomy Tower this weekend! Isn't that sweet?"
Hermione gave Daphne an inquisitive look. What in the world would be sweet about the tower where they took their midnight Astronomy lessons?
"You know, because that's where you guys first...well, you know!"
Hermione feared that she did know indeed and felt very, very ill. Apparently, the Malfoy side of Hermione Granger had not nearly the scruples. Now, not only was she going to have to pretend to be a Malfoy, but she would have to pretend to like Blaise Zabini, a man who she had barely spoken a handful of words to her entire life.
"Well, on that note I should probably head to bed," she said weakly, rising. All the girls stood with her and Millicent handed Hermione her bag quickly.
"Val, you didn't drink your potion!" Pansy reminded her, pointing to the mug situated on the small table next to her armchair. With all eyes on her there was no way she was going to get out of this. Well, she supposed if her character drank it every night there was no harm to it. Right?
She groaned inwardly. An inquisition, an engagement, and now she had to drink an unknown potion? She hadn't been in this room for ten minutes!
Taking a deep breath, she chugged the liquid and wondered vaguely what it was she was consuming. She left just a drop in the bottom so she could pick apart the ingredients and try to figure it out on her own. She started when Pansy peered over and looked into the mug. The dark-haired girl smiled when she saw it was empty and Hermione tried not to be sick on them all. There was definitely Firewhiskey in it, that was for sure. Eager to get as far away from her new "friends" as possible, she took the bag from Millicent and started for the staircase, but a hand grabbed her upper arm and she flinched knowing what was coming.
"Think you can slither away from me so fast, my little snake?" Blaise murmured, turning her around to face him. His hands curled around her waist and she screamed at herself not to pull away, not to cringe.
"I-I thought I might get to bed early. You looked preoccupied, I didn't want to disturb you," she lied, trying to ignore the fact that her entire crew was watching with bated breath.
"Since when has my little princess cared who she disturbed?" he crooned, his head coming down to nibble at her neck. Alright, she was now completely grossed out. Don't flinch, don't flinch!
"I was being considerate," she said wincing, pulling away. He grinned.
"Well, how about you consider meeting me at our spot, say, Saturday at midnight?"
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no! She was completely unprepared for this! "I'll think about it," she crooned smoothly and gave the sauciest smile she could muster before starting up the stairs Malfoy had told her led to the girl's dormitory. When no one questioned her, she hurried to the top and peeked around the wall to see how they were reacting. Blaise was giving Theo a high five and Daphne was chewing on her nails while the girls giggled hysterically.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione found the door with the seventh-year placard on it and strolled the beds to find hers. It was fairly easy to do; it was the one next to the window with a picture of Valouris and Blaise snogging on the nightstand. Quickly, before the girls could follow her, she emptied the two drawers in her nightstand onto her emerald bedspread and pulled an empty vial from her satchel that Pansy had complained about. She pulled the stopper with one hand and poured the small bit of Firewhiskey potion into the container. Not used to drinking, vertigo and nausea had kicked in and she cursed whatever ritual Valouris was into.
Rounding to the elegant black trunk at the foot of her bed, and nearly tripping over it, she flipped the silver clasp and opened it. She snorted in disgust at the thin silk lingerie she was supposed to wear to bed but pulled it on self-consciously anyway. Her eyes stuck on the door, she dumped anything she could get her hands on from the trunk onto the bed and when she heard voices outside the door, jumped onto it and slammed the curtains closed, muttering a Silencing and Sealing Charm.
She sat in terror for a few moments but the girls simply chatted while they dressed down and bade each other goodnight. It seemed once Valouris Malfoy went to bed, she was not to be disturbed. Letting out the breath she had held, she lit the tip of her wand and went to work, wondering all the while how Malfoy had received his welcome.
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Draco looked up at the portrait of a ridiculously obese woman in a pink dress. This is what protects the Gryffindor common room? he thought scathingly. Well, it certainly worked. He wouldn't, under normal circumstances, go near it with a Quidditch hoop pole.
But these certainly weren't normal circumstances.
"Password?" she bade and he nearly rolled his eyes at the one Granger had told him.
"Quibwidget." What the bloody hell was that even supposed to mean?
The portrait swung open and he started forward resignedly.
The room was large and warm, two enormous fireplaces providing light along with ornate chandeliers and torches placed throughout the red and gold bedecked room. He spotted Potter and Weasley next to one of the fireplaces leaning over a chessboard. He looked around nervously, wondering where he was welcome, until Weasley looked up.
"Oi, there you are! Been looking all over!"
Figuring that was a summons of sorts, he held back his bile and took a seat on the couch next to the impoverished redhead.
"How do you keep doing that?" Potter asked, scratching his messy hair, staring at the board before him. Draco figured out quickly that Potter had been cornered. Was it possible that Weasley could actually beat the Golden Boy at something?
"It's all up here, mate, all up here," Weasley replied smugly, tapping his temple before stretching and cracking his back.
"I give up," Potter declared while his little black men screeched at him about where he should move them. Weasley just chuckled and started packing up the pieces.
"So, where were you?" Potter questioned, stretching as well.
"Er," Draco looked between the two and remembered what Granger had told him to tell them. "Slughorn called me down to his office."
"Why?" Weasley asked, wrestling a knight into a maroon velvet pouch.
"He wants me to give-" fuck he didn't know her name! "-Malfoy Potions lessons."
"What?!" they both cried.
"That annoying bint?" Weasley said disgustedly. "Why?"
"I guess she's falling behind," Draco replied. "He wants me to tutor her until her grades improve."
"Better you than me," Potter snorted, then took on a pensive look. "Hey, actually, this could be good..."
"Good?" Weasley asked incredulously. "How would being stuck in a dungeon with that gorgon be good?"
Draco seethed and had half a mind to tell Weasley just how fortunate he would be to spend an hour a night with a Malfoy, but bit back his scathing retort.
"You could interrogate her," Potter explained, looking at him. "Ask her questions, see if she'll let anything slip about where she's been going, see if she says anything about her father-"
"Harry, I highly doubt Malfoy is going to talk about dear ole daddy," Weasley rolled his eyes. "She's been mum until now, hasn't she?"
"Things have changed," Potter argued. "You've noticed how withdrawn she's been, how she's fallen behind in classes. Something's going on and she's bound to let something slip."
"It's probably just N.E.W.T's," Weasley chided. "Only in a couple weeks, aren't they?"
"It's more than that and you know it," Potter snapped. "It's worth a try."
They both looked at Draco and he figured it was his turn to say something. "Er, yeah, I suppose I could try."
"You're siding with him?" Weasley cried. "What happened to 'she's not all bad?' I thought you were with me on this one?"
Fuck. "Well, I'm not going to interrogate her or anything, but if she happens to let something slip I'll let you know," he said. Would it be a good enough answer?
Apparently, they both seemed satisfied and Weasley changed the subject to McGonagall's essay which was due the next day. If the Draco-Granger was anything like Hermione Granger, he didn't have to worry about it being done. Indeed, both boys implored him to look over his essay for hints, but Granger had warned him about this. He told them no, that they would never learn that way, and felt it was the poofiest thing he'd ever said in his life.
When he didn't think he could take any more of their inane rambling, he bid them goodnight and headed for the staircase Granger had told him led to the boy's dormitories. When it didn't scream at him he sighed in relief and headed up to the Head Boy placard. Glancing down at the shiny badge on his chest, he grinned and pressed his hand against the door as Granger had instructed. It swung inward and he entered, glancing around in disgust at the red and gold hangings. A snoozing lion hung over the roaring fire and a thick Persian rug sucked up his shoes. Well, at least it wasn't all bad. He'd have at least a modicum of privacy throughout this ordeal.
Pulling off his cheap clothing and satchel, he went to the trunk at the foot of the bed as Granger had told him. Rifling through the contents he found that his name written neatly in the upper left-hand corner of every textbook:
Leon Granger.
Leon? What kind of name was Leon?
Shrugging it off, he figured out that, like Granger, he was incredibly obsessed with his studies, if the multitude of practice tests had anything to say about it. But he also had a fair amount of Dark Arts books which confused him. Was he bad even as a Muggle-born?
Knowing it was crazy, he glanced down at his bare forearm. No, the Death Eaters would never take a Mudblood. That was why they were in this position in the first place.
Draco sighed and tried not to think about it. He wondered if Granger was making a fool of herself with the Slytherins. He grinned when he thought of her earlier comment about "going into the snake pit." If only she knew. How would prude little Gryffindor Princess hold up to a rowdy bucnh like the Slytherins?
His gut twisted when he thought about it. No, she's smart. She'll pull it off. No one will ever know the difference.
But still, he worried. More than he ever had in his life. More than last year when he'd tried to kill Dumbledore. Because now, it wasn't just his life on the line, it was the whole fucking world's. If they screwed this up there was no telling what could happen. He may be stuck forever in a Muggle-born body in a world where Death Eaters ruled. For the first time, he could really understand where Granger came from.
He didn't feel any different. Not really. Looking down at his hands he saw the same thing he'd always seen, though he knew if he looked in the mirror the reflection would change. He looked like a Granger to everyone but himself and, well, Granger herself. And yet he knew from the blood test that he was different in every way. He cursed again when he thought of all the horrible things he'd been helping his family bring down upon this girl and her kind.
Her kind, he snorted. You are her kind. She's a witch, you're a wizard. He had to keep remembering that.
His head hurt. His body ached. He needed rest to prepare for the long day ahead. After reassuring himself that his Granger version had indeed finished the essay due tomorrow, he flopped down on the blissfully cool sheets and shut his mind off to the outside world.
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When Draco woke it was to a dull ringing. He groaned and pulled a pillow over his head but the ringing persisted. Rolling onto his back he gazed blearily around for the source of the noise, finally pinning it to a clock on his nightstand. He rolled his eyes at the Muggle contraption and spent the next minute trying to figure out how to turn the damn thing off. He finally gave up and chucked it across the room into the dark fire pit where it shattered and finally desisted. Content, he checked the watch on his wrist.
Six. It was six o'clock in the bloody morning. What the hell was his Granger-self thinking?
Well, he was up now. But what was he supposed to do for the next three hours? Go to the library and shove his face in a book? As unappealing as that sounded, he knew it was probably what his Granger-self would do. Grumbling, he grabbed a quick shower and snagged his school bag, slinging it over his shoulder. Was the library even open at this hour? Cursing Granger, he made his way to her sanctuary.
Apparently, Madam Pince was more than happy to open the library early for her "favorite student" and he gave her a cheesy smile and sank into a chair at the same table he had seen Granger occupy for the last seven years. Shoving his nose into an Ancient Runes book, he thought vaguely of taking a nap when something heavy slapped onto the table beside him. He jumped and looked up at Granger whose eyes were wide and bloodshot.
Fuck.
"What happened?"
"What happened?" she whispered hysterically. "Good gracious, I don't even know where to start!"
"Granger, we can't be seen here together," he replied, glancing around at the empty library.
"Oh, don't worry, no one will come for another hour at least," she said, then eyed him. "I'm surprised you're here this early."
"Some damn clock thing you Muggles thought up woke me and I figured it's what a Granger would do."
"Well, how every keen of you," she chuckled at his misfortune, settling on a chair next to him. "And I don't think it's wise to keep calling me 'Granger' seeing as I'm a Malfoy now."
He chewed his tongue. There was no way in Hades he was going to call her Malfoy.
"Or you could call me Val, or better yet, Valouris."
He snorted. "Your name is Valouris?"
"Apparently so. It means 'strong and beautiful' in Latin."
"An apt description of a Malfoy. I still say it's better than mine."
"Leon?"
He started. "How the bloody hell did you know that?"
She smiled. "My mother always told me if they had a son that's what they would name him. She was obsessed with A Winter's Tale. It's a play," she explained when he looked at her questioningly.
"Ah." It was all he could say. Muggles were odd creatures. "So, other than not liking your name, why do you look as if you haven't slept all night?"
She picked at her fingernails for a moment before looking up at him. "Blaise Zabini and I…well, we're er-"
"No."
"Yes."
"Wow."
"Mhm."
"So, er…are you going to…you know…"
"What?"
"Fuck him?"
"Malfoy!"
"Granger."
"Do you have to be so crude?"
"It's a valid question."
She sighed, intentionally not looking at him, her cheeks pinkening. "I don't know, I can't really see a way out of it. It seems my Malfoy self has been rather…promiscuous."
Draco grinned, leaning back in his chair and threading his fingers behind his head. "Definitely a Malfoy."
Granger gave him an admonishing look. "You're not helping."
"What do you want me to do, Granger? Go fuck him myself?"
"Of course not! And would you stop using that word? It's…"
"Yes?"
"Gross."
He snorted again, highly amused at her prudish behavior. "Better get used to it."
She rolled her eyes in defeat, looking back down at her hands, fidgeting anxiously. "It's just…"
"What?"
"I don't know if I can…"
Draco raised his brows. "You don't know if you can shag him?"
She glared at him. Seemed she wasn't fond of "shag" either. "Well, yes, I suppose that is a fair concern."
He shrugged. "I don't see how it would be much of a problem, Granger."
"Malfoy."
"Whatever. He's a guy, we all pretty much want the same thing."
He could see her darkening and she refused to look up from her wringing hands. "And, er, what is it guys, well, want?"
His jaw nearly hit the table. "Don't tell me…you're not-are you?"
"If 'virgin' is the word you're looking for then yes, I am."
Oh, for fuck's sake. Draco nearly groaned in disbelief. He supposed it made sense if he really thought about it. She certainly didn't seem like the type to…well…but really? If she was a virgin and Blaise went for it she was sure to shy away.
"It gets worse," she whispered, ripping him harshly from his sordid musings.
"How?" He was starting to feel queasy. How the hell was she going to pull this off?
"Daphne Greengrass overheard and saw...well he, he was speaking with Theodore Nott about…he's going to propose!"
"What?!"
"Shh!"
Now he knew he was dreaming. There was no way this nightmare could be real. Though it was a valid match; the Malfoy and Zabini family lines would be thrilled. He knew, however, that it wasn't the proposal she was worried about. Something like a marriage proposition would require certain intimacies…
"When?"
"Saturday night."
Shit. Two days. "Can you get out of it?"
"I'll try. But I can't avoid him forever."
"No, I suppose that would be asking too much," he sighed, looking over at the forlorn girl, hating himself for what he had to say. "Granger, I think you're just going to have to go for it."
She didn't make a scene like he figured she would, so she must have already worked it out on her own. Then why had she brought it up? He'd rather not think about, well, that.
"Malfoy, I'm worried that…well…"
"Yes?"
She looked up at him imploringly. "I'm a virgin. Surely you understand that comes with certain…intact territory?"
Draco's heart relocated to the vicinity of his bowels. Shit. Shit. There was no way Blaise wouldn't catch that, he knew for a fact Blaise hated virgins for that very reason. While Draco had pleasure breaking the girls, Blaise would pick them up when he was through and enjoy himself with the more learned ladies. Granger was sure to be a terrified mouse in the sack and the simple fact that she was still, well, intact was the biggest problem. It seemed Valouris Malfoy was not nearly as innocent as her Granger counterpart.
Draco scrubbed the back of his head, whirling around any possible way out of this insane situation. "You can't avoid him for an entire month."
"No, I suppose that might be asking too much."
"I'm sure you can pull something off to delay this weekend, however. Get detention somehow. It will give you enough time to…prepare yourself."
"In what way, Malfoy?" she snapped. He could see she was nearing hysterics. "By throwing myself on the closest contestant? Don't you understand? The entire school must know that she, I, am not a virgin! What if it got out, if the boy told? Our entire plan would be in jeopardy!"
She made a fair point. "Then what do you suppose we do?"
He felt her staring at him and looked up into her miserable face, dread filling him. "No."
"Malfoy-"
"You want to fuck me so you can turn around and screw Blaise?"
"It's not as if I have a choice!" she cried. He could see the tears welling up, ready to fall. "We can't risk anyone knowing that Valouris Malfoy is suddenly a virgin overnight! Do you know what kind of questions would arise? This is our only opportunity. We can't fail," she reminded him with steely clarity.
No, failure was not an option at this point and if it got out that she was suddenly innocent…besides, they had no idea who she may or may not have been with and if she started propositioning men she'd already… And there was absolutely no way she would get away with trying to avoid Blaise altogether...
Draco scrubbed his face, groaning. For fuck's sake, he hadn't signed up for this. This wasn't part of the plan! He wasn't supposed to be fucking Granger to save the world!
But it looked now as if he had no choice. As Draco stared at Granger looking so utterly wretched, he knew he couldn't throw her to the wolves, not when she was doing all this to save his arse in the first place. He sighed dejectedly.
"Alright. Alright, don't worry. We'll figure this out," he said calmly, remembering the instructions Potter had given him not days before on how to deal with a distraught Granger. "Tell Blaise you have Potions lessons with me and Slughorn Saturday night. We'll deal with it then."
She nodded, swallowing several times before she was able to speak and when she did, her voice sounded so small and lost. "I'm sorry-"
"It's not your fault," he cut her off. And it wasn't, there was no way they could have foreseen this complication. Bleeding hell, she was already risking her life and now she was forced to give up her virginity for him, for the Wizarding World. As much as he could harangue her for this, he wouldn't. "Now hurry along, you can't be seen with me. Still on for tonight?"
"Yes." She gathered her things and scurried out of the library as fast as her legs would take her. Leaning back, he scrubbed his face with his hands and fought not to scream at the unfairness of it all.
"Life's not fair," he remembered Granger telling him when he'd gone on a rant a few months back. He let out a sardonic scoff.
"Too right you are, Granger."
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XOXO
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