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Black Widow	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 35493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Draco checked his watch one more time, refusing to admit he was more nervous than a first year staring down a centaur. It was just dinner with Granger, not his induction into the Silent Knights. Although it felt almost as horrible. Somehow, he’d rather spend a night in a cave full of Dementors while trying to crack a cursed treasure chest without dying than face her. What he had to do sickened him. And the argument that it was for her own good was not sitting right.
He snatched his robes and apparated to the Lucky Dragon, a highly exclusive and expensive restaurant in Diagon Alley. They catered mostly to Purebloods and other rich and affluent members of the wizarding community. As a Malfoy, he was always welcome, but he wondered how Granger had garnered an invitation. Then again, as many Pureblood husbands as she’d had, it wasn’t really surprising. She was probably worth almost as much as he was now.
When he landed, he did a cursory glance of the surrounding areas. It was the deepest ingrained part of his training. Always know your surroundings. So far, he saw only the usual, pompous wankers and stuck up cows. But he knew better than to take things at face value. While he took his place in line, he cast a subtle wandless detection charm, feeling for any unusual spells. He almost gave up until he felt it, a tiny little twitch in the wards. It was a slight little thing, a suggestive ward. It worked to soften morals… and opinions. Interesting. Another spell confirmed that it was her signature. So, she’d taken them here to get in. Well, that wouldn’t work on him. He’d been trained to resist suggestive spells.
“Name,” the maître d' drawled in a stuffy bored tone.
“Draco Malfoy,” he said as arrogantly as he could. “I’m expecting a guest.”
“Ah, I see,” the man sniveled. “It’s lovely to see you tonight Mr. Malfoy. It so happens that your guest has already arrived. She’s waiting at the bar. Your table has already been prepared. Deidrick will show you to it.”
“Thank you,” he drawled, dropping a few galleons on the podium. He hated to give in to tradition, but greased palms were much more amenable than regular ones.
“So you did show,” she said as soon as he stepped into the bar.
“Of course,” he drawled. “I never back down from something I want.”
Her eyes flickered then, a tiny spark, but it was promising. It was disappointing when they cooled but he’d seen it. If he could provoke her enough, maybe he could avoid something… unsavory.
“I see,” she purred in a voice that wasn’t her own, brushing her hand against his groin.
Draco wanted to vomit but was stopped by a man offering to take Granger’s arm. “Monsieur Malfoy, Mademoiselle Granger, I am Deidrick. I will be your waiter tonight. Allow me to show you to your table.”
They walked to the back in silence. He watched Granger’s hips sway. He hadn’t given much thought to her dress when he’d walked in, too interested in her eyes. But it was quite alluring, and Slytherin green… his favorite. He wondered what she looked like underneath it. Better still, what she’d look like in a wedding dress. Hermione Malfoy had a nice ring to it. He froze, his jaw dropping in shock. No fucking way. He quickly cast a charm and had to smirk at her ingenuity. Not many witches could pull off a wandless suggestive charm, let alone to his bits. He removed it and sat down, knowing she’d seen him. She looked quite put out and he was glad for it.
“We have a lovely special tonight,” Deidrick began.
“I’m sure,” Draco said, interrupting the waiter who had instantly become putty in Granger’s hands. “But we’ll start out with two glasses of the house white. We’ll have the caviar followed by the roasted salmon. Then we’ll want a selection of your finest cheeses followed by apple tarts. Then we’ll each want café and I’ll have a cognac.”
“Very good Monsieur Malfoy,” Deidrick simpered. “I’ll have your wine shortly.”
“Do you always order for your dates?”
Draco smothered a smirk at Granger’s pointed scolding. He’d done it to get a rise out of her. Potter had made him a list of everything that ticked Granger off. Ordering for her was number one on the list. He planned on hitting every last one of them. Well, he would skip chewing with his mouth open. He’d never be as common as Weasley in that regards.
“I know what I like,” he said simply, hitting number two, being oblivious to her needs.
“Do you know how they harvest caviar?”
He shrugged. “Haven’t the foggiest, never really cared.”
Number three, showing no respect for creatures, seemed to enrage her for a split second. But that spark died, too. He mentally sighed and steeled himself for a very long dinner. Normally, he would allow the waiter to pontificate about the chef, the specials, the restaurant, and the décor and then allow his date to decide what she wanted. But this was not your average date. He felt the cold tingle of another spell hitting his bits and bit back a laugh. Bold. Too bold. She almost squeaked from the backlash, which had to have stung. He’d cast the repelling charm with a little more force than necessary. He valued his bits after all.
She recovered quickly, smoothing her face into a less than sexy smirk. “So what have you been doing with yourself?”
He smiled, knowing his face probably resembled a shark then. Number four was about to commence. He launched into a dissertation of every negative thing he’d done since the war, spinning it to look like he’d done a favor to others. Granted, he’d done some things he wasn’t proud of. All the Silent Knights did at one time or another. Most never heard of their exploits, but he and Potter seemed to catch more reporters than the others. Then again, Potter’s lover was practically a ghost. Of course no one would catch him.
“That’s… lovely,” she said, trying not to grit her teeth.
He had to take a large bite of caviar to keep himself from giggling like a lunatic. He’d carefully gaged her reactions to each and every sin he’d confessed to. As his speech wore on, her face flushed, her fingers curled into the table cloth, and her eyes flared to life. But if he paused even once, she’d regain her composure. Like now. He decided to wait her out, see what her next move was. After all, she hated when she was ignored.
“Did you enjoy your meal?” she finally asked as he savored the cognac.
“It was quite good, but then again, I knew it would be. That’s why I ordered it.” He smirked when she bared her teeth at him before covering it up by biting her lip.
“Would you be interested in another type of desert?”
He quirked an eyebrow at her and took a slow sip of his drink, analyzing her. She was quite stiff, obviously reeling from his off-putting behavior. He’d actually offended himself a few times. But she’d still propositioned him. That bloodstone had been with her much too long. It was clear she didn’t want to do this. He wondered if she had been quite as feisty with the other thirteen. It made his mind whirl in circles, wondering if it was him or the lack of bloodstone that set her off. And if it was him… did she really hate him that badly?
“Perhaps,” he allowed, smirking when she practically gnawed on her chocolate square and took a bit too much coffee in at once.
“My place?”
Aha. He got it now. Ply them with food, wine, a couple of well-placed charms, and then take them back to her house for some quick and dirty spell work. Her victims never even saw it coming. And that sort of frightened him. He wondered if it frightened her too, but he couldn’t miss this opportunity. Maybe he could get a rise out of her if he agreed and then ducked out at the last minute.
“Why not?”
She squirmed in her seat as he slowly sipped his drink, enjoying both her agitation and the alcohol. He’d need it if he were to have to do the unthinkable. As he finally sipped the very last swallow, she hastily summoned the waiter for the check. He made a huge show of paying and tipping the waiter, another thing on her annoy list, and completely snubbed her as they exited. She had to trudge behind him. It was dangerous because she’d have free reign to hex him, but every little dig counted. Besides, he was very good with shielding spells.
“Shall we?” she asked darkly as they stepped into a little alcove.
He smirked. “Allow me.”
“What?” she asked, blinking rapidly as if she’d just come out of a trance. “You don’t know where I live.”
“But I do,” he purred, savoring the look of panic on her face. Bingo.
Before she could protest, he roughly grabbed her arm and apparated her directly into the master suite in the west wing of Malfoy Manor. This room had more wards on it than the entire house. Not even a bloodstone could penetrate it… which is why his mother and father took him here to try and save him before it was too late. They’d gotten through to him, but he was forever jaded after that.
“Wh-where are we?” she asked warily.
Finally, she was starting to crack. “Your place,” he said lightly. “Do you like it?”
“This isn’t my place,” she growled.
“It is now,” he said darkly, trying not to wince at the look of abject fear on her face.
“What? No.”
He nodded, stalking forwards, pushing her back towards the bed. “You’re place is beneath me,” he growled. “And I won’t take no for an answer.”
“N-no,” she whimpered. “No, please. This is-“
He sighed when she cried out in pain. Of course the curse would punish her for breaking character. “This is right,” he said softly. “You know your place, don’t you little Mudblood.”
It was a dangerous move, calling her that vile name. But he had a feeling that her curser would allow her to punish her victims for using it. It fit in with the profile he’d put together. And true to form, her wand was out in an instant, a curse on her lips. But as expected, nothing happened.
“Oh, did I forget to tell you,” he said mockingly. “Only my magic works in this room. Here, I’ll show you.”
With a wave of his wand, she was thrown onto the bed and bound by her wrists and ankles. He took a moment to appreciate her form, struggling against her bonds. She still had another spell on her somewhere. He ran his wand over her, snapping an alluring charm when he found it anchored to her knickers. She cried out like she was in pain when he snapped another one, a protection charm on the crotch of her knickers. Then he narrowed his eyes, noticing that wasn’t the only charm. So her curser did know what they were doing. He vanished her clothes, leaving her as bare as the day she was born, and cast another detection charm. One by one, he broke the spells, casting a shield against the backlash. Granger was probably in pain, but he couldn’t stop now. This was going to happen.
“Stop,” she whimpered when he took down a barrier charm at her entrance.
“No,” he growled. “You wanted to mess with the bull. You’re going to get the horns.”
She frowned. “That’s a muggle saying.”
“Well done,” he said, giving her a mocking clap. “I knew you weren’t completely daft.”
He started to break a second layer curse, an interior barrier a scant inch inside her channel when she shrieked and thrashed.
“No! It’ll kill me. No!”
He stopped, wand hovering at her entrance. He couldn’t think about what she looked like, tied down, helpless. He couldn’t imagine himself buried in her velvety sheath. He had to think about her wellbeing. And she looked like she was dead serious.
“Why?” he asked, studying her face.
“I… I… don’t you love me?”
He sighed and shook his head. The curse was still too strong. It had clamped down on her when he’d given her an inch. Well, no rest for the wicket. But there was still some merit in her pleas. He searched further and found another curse, a subtle one that he couldn’t fathom. If he removed it, her heart would literally stop. Shit. He’d have to call for back up. He pulled out a compact mirror and tapped it three times.
“I’m busy. What the bloody hell do you want?”
He smirked at his old mentor. It was apparent that he’d interrupted something, which would definitely land him a hex or three when things calmed down. But he had a very good reason.
“I can’t break it without a potion.”
“What?”
“It’s a heartbeat based barrier.”
“Merlin’s saggy left testicle,” Harry cried in the background.
“Glad you agree, git,” Draco drawled dryly. “Now, do you think you can skip on over here for a moment while I break it?”
“You’re going to pay for that,” his mentor said darkly before shutting off the connection.
He chuckled and put his compact away, frowning at the girl tied to his bed. He hated this and Potter would surely hex him, but he had to see what he was working with. There was a reason he was the best Dark Arts expert. He could feel auras, even see certain ones. His senses were uncanny, something not many people were gifted with. They also allowed him an advantage most people didn’t have. He wasn’t tainted by them. Where most practitioners of the Dark Arts were eventually twisted by them, he was not. He maintained a clear head and solid morals, though this probably pushed the boundaries.
He blinked when he felt the breech in his wards and walked to the door to admit two heavily cloaked figures. He had to once again admire the official robes of the Silent Knights. They were based on the ones worn by dementors, designed to hide features and strike fear in those who were too nosy for their own good. They also were saturated with cloaking spells designed to make the eyes slide right by them. Only a few had the ability to see them when they were on the move. Standing still was trickier. Being one of only three other people standing in the room… Granger would spot them immediately. But they kept their hoods up.
“What the bloody fuck?” Potter growled, his voice distorted with the help of the cloak, another useful feature.
“She’s covered in spells. I couldn’t see them all.”
Harry shook his head and turned his back to give his best friend some modicum of privacy.
“Shall we?” his mentor asked.
Draco nodded and walked with him across the room, watching with baited breath as Granger took him in. She looked like she wanted to vomit, a natural reaction to the cloak. But the more she focused on the man in the cloak, the wilder her eyes got… and subsequently the curse loosened its hold.
“Remarkable,” his mentor breathed. “It’s amazing she’s lasted this long.”
Draco nodded solemnly. “But we can’t stop half way.”
“No.”
Draco wrenched her mouth open, allowing his mentor to pour the foul smelling liquid down her throat. He cast a sealing charm on her lips and covered her nose to force her to swallow it. When she started turning blue, he cast a forcing hex on her. It was originally used by Dark wizards to force a witch to perform fellatio, but it worked rather well for forcing down liquids… like veritiserum and polyjuice.
“Gonna kill me,” she gasped when he released the charm.
He sniffed. “No, whatever happens to you, you’re going to live a long, long life.”
“Bas-“
He quirked an eyebrow when her words were cut off. Not there yet. It was still working. He hexed her mouth shut to keep her from killing herself by saying the wrong thing.
“You did cast a severing charm, didn’t you?” his mentor drawled.
“Not yet,” Draco sighed. “I wanted to make sure there wasn’t another line I needed to snap… and that there were no other repercussions.”
“A valid point. Should we stay a while longer?”
Draco nodded. “Find a shady spot. You can go when I seal.”
His mentor nodded and joined Harry across the room, turning his back on the scene. He’d seen his fair share of nude females in less than savory predicaments, but he still felt bad for them. Besides, Harry needed his strength right then.
Draco rubbed his eyes and started again, quickly severing the heartbeat curse and breathing a sigh of relief when the potion allowed it. Once all the barriers were down, he searched for protection charms, shocked when there weren’t any. He cast a tiny one designed to prevent bruising at her knee, ducking out of the way when it rebounded. That sick bastard. She couldn’t cast protection charms on herself. No wonder she’d put it on her knickers.
One more scan found the one thing he was looking for. The curse always connected human to human, blood to blood. If the curser cast hard enough, they could look through the eyes of their puppet. Granted, it was hard as hell, draining, and extremely advanced magic. Normally, they could just feel proximities and emotions. And while he might have tipped off the curser with her fear from taking down her charms, he didn’t want them to know he’d severed the binding. So, he made a tiny incision with his wand as close to the edge of her vagina as he dared, allowing two drops of blood to spill out before closing the wound. He manipulated the blood across the room, affixing it to a different stone, one he’d set up earlier that evening. It was an anchor, one designed to mimic the bond in its current state. That way, the curser would think the danger was still real, but wouldn’t know it had progressed.
“All done,” he announced to the room. “I’ll sever it now.”
“We’ll go,” Potter said softly. “Good luck.”
Draco nodded and allowed them passage through the door before throwing up the darkest severing charm he could conjure around the bed. It would snap any lingering connection as long as she stayed in the proximity of the spell. Then he released the charm so she could speak.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“What in the bloody hell did you do to me?” she yelled, struggling in her bonds again.
He smiled sadly. “Freed you. I’m afraid it’s only temporary, but it’ll have to do for now.”
“Free?” she asked meekly.
He nodded. “Free.”
“Oh gods,” she cried, tearing up. “I’ve wanted to be free for so long. I can’t believe I trusted that bastard c-“
“Stop,” he ordered, noticing her starting to turn blue. He shot a reviving hex at her and let her gain her air for a second.
“I didn’t break the tongue tying. I only broke the bloodstone… and as I said, it’s temporary.”
She nodded. “I suppose that’s more than I could ask for.”
“When were you bound, Granger?”
“Five years ago.”
He nodded. “Figures as much. Did you kill all of them?”
She shook her head. “I was out-“
He held up a hand to stop her struggles against the tie. “Don’t strain yourself. That’s basically what we needed to know. We’re going to try to help you Granger. The question is, how far are you willing to go?”
“What do you mean?”
He grimaced. “What do you know about bloodstones?”
She snorted. “Everything.”
“Then you know that those tied to the blood of a maidenhead can be weakened by another suitor.”
Her mouth hung open in shock as she rapidly shook it back and forth. He nodded. “Why do you think you can’t form attachments to anyone other than your current mark? Have you even tried?”
She shut her mouth and nodded sadly.
“Ends in disaster, doesn’t it?”
She nodded again.
“Do you trust me?”
She didn’t move for a very long time. He supposed he couldn’t blame her. Really, if the situation were reversed, he wouldn’t trust her either. But the truth of the matter was, he was all she had. As far as she knew, only he and two other mysterious figures she didn’t know had a clue about her situation. She’d be a fool to pass it up. If she could get past the obvious. Slowly, so slowly he almost didn’t catch it, she nodded her head.
“Good girl,” he purred, running a hand down her thigh. “Now listen very carefully and respond with only a nod or a shake of the head. Understand?” She nodded. “Good. Now, I know she hurt you.” She shook her head. “I know he hurt you.” She nodded. “Repeatedly.” She shook her head and then nodded. “He hurt you one way one time and a different way all the other times.” She nodded. “But I’m not like that. I’ll make this good for you, I promise.”
He could feel the trembling in her muscles as she fought with herself to stay calm. He wanted her pliant and amenable, not terrified and stiff. He didn’t go any further than simply rubbing her thigh, like a friend would do… only naked. Okay, probably a bad comparison but his control was being tested. He’d wanted to fuck this woman since he knew what a cock was capable of.
“Why?” she whispered.
He frowned. “Why? You want me to make it bad?”
“No,” she said quietly. “Why are you doing this?”
He gave her a wan smile. “It’s my job.”
“It’s your job to fuck me?”
No. It’s my job to put the bad guys away. I’m a barrister now. I’ll see the bastard soulless in Azkaban for this. Don’t worry about that.”
She bit her lip in thought. “What if I’m lying?”
“Then you’re pretty fucking convincing,” he said with a smile. “And I would know.”
She narrowed her eyes and studied him a few minutes. He let her. This was the first glimpse of the real Granger that anyone had seen since the war. He wondered if the stone had tainted her forever or if she could fight against it.
“You’ve changed.”
He smirked. “That makes two of us. Now, are you going to willingly do this or do you need some… convincing?”
“Wha-what?”
“Convincing then,” he said softly, reaching up to unclasp his robes.
He hadn’t even noticed that he’d still been wearing them. He was so used to working in the robes from Silent Knight that he didn’t think twice about it. After it was neatly folded and lying over a nearby chair, he worked on his shirtsleeves, unclasping the cufflinks and then unbuttoning the sleeves before working on the rest. He happened to look up just as he pulled the shirt from his trousers and noticed something he didn’t expect. Granger was admiring him. He knew he was fit. Eight hours of intense training a day would do that to a guy. He just couldn’t resist.
“Enjoying the view?”
She went red and averted her eyes. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“You were such an arse tonight… and now. But… but you took the curse off for a little while and you’ve vowed to hurt … him. Why?”
He sighed and shucked the shirt, flexing a bit more than necessary just to watch her squirm. “I wanted to see how tightly the curse had you… and the best way to do that is to rile you up. Good thing I know everything that sets you off.”
She licked her lips unconsciously as he unbuttoned his trousers and he had to smother a smirk. “H-how did you know it would work?”
He raised an eyebrow and dropped trowel, relishing how every muscle in her body tensed. He preferred to go without pants, a common wizard tradition, and one she was apparently not expecting. “Come on, Granger. We went to school together. I know every emotion that flits across that cute little face of yours… and how to elicit it. That’s the mark of a good bully after all.”
She was having problems keeping her eyes on his and not his package, which was slowly rising to the occasion. “I… I, um… you think my face is cute.”
He smirked. “By the time I’m done with you, Granger, you’re going to see me in a new light.”

AN: Muahaha. I'm evil. I know. I love it. I'm glad you're liking the plot. It sort of beat me over the head. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I luff them very much. They made my muse squeal like a little girl. (But don't tell her I said that. She might pout.) Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
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