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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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"Feeling better?" Snape drawled loudly from near the doorway of his office. Draco and Hermione both startled and broke their kiss at the sound of his voice.
“Circe’s tits, Sev. Are you trying to give us heart attacks?” Draco asked with a huff, letting his head fall forward to Hermione’s shoulder. Snape simply scowled and took a step toward his desk.
“Why is there a puddle behind my desk?” he asked stopping and pinching the bridge of his nose. Hermione peeled her body out of Draco’s grasp and turned to face Snape.
“Sorry,” she said meekly. “We…”
Snape raised his hand to silence her. “I don’t want to know,” he said exasperated as he siphoned the water from the floor with his wand. When the space was dry he sat hard in his chair. He leaned back and to the side, propped his elbow on the arm rest and placed his head in his hand. He said nothing and closed his eyes. Draco and Hermione exchanged an uneasy glance.
“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked tentatively. There was a long silence before Snape answered without moving.
“It seems I’m responsible for yet another life,” he replied dolefully, never opening his eyes.
“What do you mean? Whose life are…” Hermione started anxiously, but Snape cut her off again.
“Class will begin in ten minutes,” he said plainly as he lifted his face and lowered his arm. “Is it going to be a problem for you to be practicing defensive spells against a partner?” he asked looking Hermione seriously in the eye. Hermione frowned a little at Snape changing the subject, but knew it was pointless to try and push the issue. She shrugged.
“I…I don’t know. My music didn’t used to play during classes because I was focused just on learning the spells. But now that I know all of the spells, it’s difficult to say if I’ll project or not. I’m thinking that if I focus just on one spell at a time that I won’t.”
Snape heaved a breath and sat-up straight. “Try it then,” he said impatiently. Hermione nodded and took several steps back from Draco and held out her wand in anticipation. Draco sent a spell her direction and she easily and silently deflected it.
“Keep going,” Snape demanded. Hermione shielded half a dozen more minor jinxes without a sound. “Now, switch.”
Hermione held her breath as she sent the jinx Draco’s way. He shielded it effortlessly and the three of them looked around, listening for the music that never came. Hermione looked at Snape and smiled triumphantly.
“Don’t expect any house points,” he said dryly. Hermione scoffed with a laugh.
“I’d never expect any points from you. You know, now I think of it, I can’t recall you ever having given points to anyone,” she replied thoughtfully. Snape’s mouth twitched into a nearly imperceptible smirk.
“Then you recall correctly.” He stood then and walked back to the office door. “I need to prepare for class,” he said as he opened the door. Snape took a step out and then looked back at the pair over his shoulder. “Make it quick. I expect you both in class on time. And my desk is off limits,” he said tersely, before he left and closed the door behind him.
Draco and Hermione both stared after him wide-eyed in surprise.
“Did he just give us permission to have sex in his office?” Hermione asked, looking up at Draco in disbelief.
Draco gave a nervous chuckle. “I think so.”
Hermione frowned at the closed door. “Why would he do that? That doesn’t seem like…oh! Hey!” she yelled as her thought was interrupted by Draco pinching her arse. She turned and slapped him in the chest. “Prat.”
He ignored her insult and pulled her robes open. “Damn, you look spectacular in this uniform,” he sighed, letting his gaze slide over her body. Hermione blushed and pulled at his hands.
“I don’t think we should,” she protested half-heartedly. “We only have five minutes.”
Draco grinned salaciously. “I only need two.”
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His hands held her wrists tight above her head against the wall. His strong legs pressed his hips against her center. His hot breath was on her neck in steady pants. His lips travelled up to her ear.
“Cum for me Granger…”
Granger…
Miss Granger…
“Miss Granger…”
Hermione snapped her head up and blinked rapidly. The memory of the recent events in Snape’s office was still strong two class periods later. Hermione felt considerably more collected after their quick session and the day even seemed brighter, like a fog had lifted from inside. And every time she thought of Draco’s skilled hands on her, she felt a wonderful sense of calm. But the calm now dissolved into a small twinge of panic at having been caught with mind adrift by the stern, pointy faced woman before her.
“Yes…yes, Professor Vector?” she croaked, covering the parchment on her desk with her hands.
The Arithmancy professor narrowed her maroon eyes at Hermione but simply said, “Please explain the main differences between the Agrippan and Chaldean methods.”
Hermione cleared her throat. “The methods are essentially the same, for in both, letters are assigned numerals for calculation. However, the Chaldean method is lacking the number 9 and the letters are assigned slightly differently as they were matched using the Hebrew alphabet as opposed to the Latin,” she answered calmly, begrudgingly thankful that she’d been pulled from her daydream before she projected any sounds.
“Correct,” Professor Vector said coolly as she gave a quick glance to the parchment beneath Hermione’s hands and then gave a pointed look of warning for her to ‘pay attention.’ Hermione nodded slightly in understanding and the woman returned her attention to the rest of the class. As the professor continued her teaching, Hermione glanced back down at the information she’d written on her parchment that had started her delightful flashback.
D R A C O L U C I U S M A L F O Y
4 9 1 3 6 3 3 3 9 3 1 4 1 3 6 6 7
1+6+3+9+3+1+6=29   2+9=11 1+1=2
4+9+3+3+3+1+4+3+6+7=43   4+3=7
4+9+1+3+6+3+3+3+9+3+1+4+1+3+6+6+7=72 7+2=9
Heart: 2                Social: 7                Character: 9
Hermione took a deep breath and then hummed silently to herself as she analyzed Draco’s Arithmancy values.
“His heart’s a two…dual nature, good vs. evil, conflict but also cooperation and balance…and moody, self-conscious. Social is seven…perceptive, enjoys challenge, values originality over money…sarcastic, insecure. Character number nine…dedicated to service, strongly determined…arrogant, conceited.”
She smiled widely as she tucked the parchment back into her bag. Arithmancy was so much more reliable than Divination.
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Draco propped his feet up on the plush ottoman in front of him. He nestled back in the overlarge arm chair in the far corner of the Slytherin common room and stared lazily at the green swirling shadows created by the water of the Black Lake beyond the windows. He had to admit he had missed this place. The company on the other hand…
He glanced over at Crabbe and Goyle who were laughing stupidly as they took turns transfiguring each other to have random and grotesque appendages. Crabbe rolled over on the ground and guffawed as Goyle gagged from a tentacle that had sprouted from his nose. Draco rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket. He pulled out the copy of his course schedule and the copy of Hermione’s that she’d given him just before DADA class.
He scowled as he compared the two. They only had three classes together: Defense Against the Dark Arts on Monday and Thursday mornings, Double Potions Monday and Thursday afternoons, and Transfiguration Tuesday and Friday mornings. They had nothing together on Wednesdays, and had only one coinciding free period on Friday afternoons. Draco twisted his lips as he scrutinized Hermione’s schedule. They’d have more time together if she didn’t have so many bloody classes. Why was she taking all these!
Draco shook his head. Maybe he could convince her to drop one. Just dropping Ancient Runes would give her Monday and Wednesday mornings off at the same time as him. He leaned his head back and sighed at the thought of being able to be alone with her in the mornings. His cock twitched a little as the memory of their brief, yet satisfying shag in Snape’s office pushed its way into his thoughts. He smiled idly at the ceiling.
“Thinking of that mysterious Yankee bird of yours?”
Draco snapped his attention to the thin frame of Theodore Nott lowering himself into the chair opposite him. Draco sat-up straight and shoved the schedule copies back into his pocket before responding.
“Who says I’ve got any bird?” he asked composedly. Nott leaned back in his chair and folded his hands in his lap.
“Your aunt,” Nott answered casually with a smug knowing look as Draco frowned. “From what I’ve surmised from listening in on my uncle’s meetings, she’s told everyone that you are somehow involved with some pureblood heiress from the States. But no one seems to know her or her family.”
Draco blinked at the young man in front of him, unable to respond as his insides twisted with the discomfort at the revelation that other Death Eaters were talking about him…about his private life…about ‘Margaret.’
Nott raised an eyebrow at Draco’s silence. “So it’s true then,” he said with a smirk. Draco took a calming breath and fixed his face into an indifferent expression.
“What if it is?”
Nott chuckled. “Then I was going to say congratulations…and ask her name.” Draco relaxed a tad and considered Nott cautiously, debating how much he should actually say. If there was anyone in his house that he trusted at all it would be Nott, but he was rightfully guarded when it came to Hermione.
“Her name is Margaret,” Draco said shortly. Nott’s smirk got larger and his other eyebrow rose.
“Does Margaret not have a surname?”
“Her surname is of no consequence,” Draco replied folding his own hands in his lap.
“Is that so? Why not?” Nott asked, clearly amused.
“Because it will be Malfoy before long.”
The bell rang, marking the end of his free period and the start of lunch. Draco rose from his chair and, ignoring the look of mild shock on Nott’s face, turned and made his way past an antlered Crabbe to the common room exit.
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Hermione popped a crisp into her mouth then drummed her fingers against her right cheek and swiped her thumb across her chin.
The blond across the hall smiled behind his cup. He tapped his index finger to his throat, scratched his temple twice and patted his left cheek.
Hermione choked on her crisp as she suppressed a laugh.
“You’re supposed to chew your food, Mione,” Ron teased, thumping Hermione lightly on the back.
“That’s rich coming from you,” Ginny said with an amused look at her brother. She gave Hermione a quick once over. “Are you okay? Not feeling sick again are you?”
“No,” Hermione answered after she managed to swallow the jagged little bits of the poorly chewed crisp. “I’m perfectly fine. I just remembered something funny.”
“Wouldn’t happen to be the memory of Harry calling Snape a git to his face after he assigned our practice partners in Defense this morning would it?” Ron laughed.
“That was rather amazing,” Susan chimed in from her place on Ron’s other side.
“It was not,” Hermione scolded. “I can’t believe you did that, Harry.”
Harry bristled slightly. “Well he is a git. What business does he have pairing you with Malfoy?”
“He’s the teacher, Harry. He can run his class however he likes….doesn’t give you the right to call him a git. And I don’t know why my being paired with Malfoy upset you so badly. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m perfectly capable of defending myself,” Hermione replied indignantly, crossing her arms.
She hadn’t meant to sound so forceful, but the fact that Harry had once again earned a detention from Snape for being cheeky in his first DADA class coupled with his incessant harping about Draco’s possible Death Eater status during their break had her on edge. Everything was different, yet things seemed to keep happening the same. It was an unsettling omen for the future.
Harry looked slightly ashamed. “I know you are Hermione.”
An awkward silence followed Harry’s response and the five friends shifted in their seats as they picked at their lunches. Ginny finally broke the silence.
“So, Hermione. You never did get to tell us what you’ll be learning with Professor Dumbledore.”
“Oh,” Harry interrupted, turning to Ginny. “Gin, I haven’t had a chance to tell you. I got a letter right after Defense from Dumbledore saying that I’m going to be taking the extra class too. We’re supposed to meet tonight after dinner.”
“That’s great, babe,” Ginny said patting Harry on the cheek, “but what will you be learning?”
Harry pulled the letter from his pocket. “It doesn’t say,” he answered with a small frown. He looked up at Hermione. “Did he tell you last night what the class will be about?”
Hermione shook her head. “He simply asked if I’d be agreeable to taking an extra course and provide feedback to help the Board of Governors come to a decision on whether or not to include it in future curriculum.”
“I wonder why he’d want to include me for that,” Harry wondered out loud. Ron sniffed.
“You’re The Chosen One, mate. The Board probably demanded that you be included.”
Harry twisted his mouth. “Yeah, I suppose. Was there anyone else in last night’s meeting, Hermione?”
“Just the teacher,” she answered slyly. She popped another crisp into her mouth.
“What’s the teacher like?” Harry asked uneasily.
Hermione shrugged as she swallowed. “I like him.”
“Speaking of new teachers, what is Slughorn going to be like?” Ron asked looking between Harry and Ginny.
“He seemed a bit pompous,” Ginny answered honestly, “but I think he’ll be good.”
“Don’t really care what kind of teacher he is,” Harry added. “If it weren’t for Slughorn we wouldn’t even be able to take NEWT potions.”
“True,” Ron answered with a nod. “Couldn’t be any worse than Snape anyway. Of course now I’ve gotta try and find Merlin knows how many Galleons to shell-out for a new potions book and supplies.”
Hermione’s stomach plummeted at Ron’s words. How could she have forgotten? How could she have forgotten to tell Snape to retrieve his old potions book so Harry wouldn’t get it again?
“Shite,” she said out loud. The four others looked at her with wide eyes.
“It’s not that bad,” Ron chuckled, amused at her cursing on his behalf. Hermione shook her head.
“No, no. I just realized that I made a mistake on one of my Arithmancy calculations last class,” she lied wildly. She glanced up at the staff table. Snape wasn’t there. Damn it, damn it, damn it. She looked to the Slytherin table and caught Draco’s eye.
“Need help,” she signed. Draco furrowed his brow.
“What’s wrong?”
“Need Severus. His book.”
Draco looked at her completely baffled. “What?”
“His book…”
“Hermione…are you okay? Why do you keep touching your face?” Harry asked with a nervous laugh.
Hermione didn’t answer and quickly lowered her hands. Ginny swiveled her head around and searched her eyes over the other tables, her gaze lingering on the tall, blond Slytherin that had gotten up and was walking out of the Great Hall. She looked back at Hermione suspiciously.
“Don’t look at me like that, Gin,” Hermione supplicated. Ginny grinned and returned to eating her lunch.
Ron looked between his sister and Hermione and shook his head. “You girls are strange.”
Susan smacked him upside the back of the head.
“Point proven,” Ron chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head. Harry smiled and shook his head. He leaned into Ginny and whispered in her ear. She nodded and he stood-up.
“Do you mind if we head back to the common room now? I’d really like to try and finish Snape’s homework before Potions,” he said nodding to Ron and Hermione.
“I think that’s a good idea, Harry,” Hermione answered as she too got up and pulled her book bag over her shoulder. Ron nodded in agreement and stuffed one last sandwich into his mouth. After a quick peck on the cheek from Susan, he got-up as well.
“Oh, Hermione?” Susan called just before Hermione turned to leave. “Do you have some parchment and a quill I could borrow? I wanted to write a quick letter and I left my bag in my common room.”
“Um…sure,” Hermione answered as she flipped open her bag. She pulled a small stack of parchment and a self-inker from within it and handed them to Susan.
“Thank you.”
Hermione nodded and turned to catch-up with the boys. Susan looked down at the small stack Hermione had given her and gasped.
“You are not going to believe this,” she whispered loudly.
Ginny looked-up from her plate. “What is it?”
Susan took the parchment from the top of the stack and slid it across the table. Ginny grabbed it and her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she looked upon Draco Malfoy’s Arithmancy numbers.
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“Acid Pops!”
The gargoyle was barely open when Draco darted up the spiral stairs. He panted as he took the stairs two at a time, having just run all the way from Snape’s empty office. He barreled through the office door at the top startling the two professors seated at the Headmaster’s desk.
“Thank the fuck Christ,” Draco wheezed as he grimaced at Snape and Dumbledore. He bent over and grabbed the stitch in his side.
“Draco…” Dumbledore said calmly standing, “What can we do for you?”
“Sev…Sev’s book?” Draco breathed, attempting to stand upright. “Hermione, she told me she needed you,” he continued, nodding at Snape. “Something about your book.”
“This book?” Dumbledore asked serenely, holding up an old, battered copy of Advanced Potion-Making.
“I don’t fucking know,” Draco scowled. “She just said ‘Need Severus. His book.’ She seemed panicked about it.”
“Understandable, considering what happened as a result of this book in your old timeline,” Dumbledore nodded as he flipped through the pages of the book in his hands.
“What are you talking about?” Draco asked warily. Dumbledore closed the book and smoothed a hand over its cover.
“You provided me with a rather dramatic memory some months ago about an incident you had with Harry in a bathroom,” the Headmaster said looking over his spectacles. Draco unconsciously rubbed a hand down his chest.
“You mean the memory of Potter nearly murdering me?” he hissed impatiently. The old man nodded. “What does that have to do with an old potions book?”
“It’s my old potions book,” Snape answered. “The spell Potter used on you was mine. I had written it down in the book.”
Draco gawked at him. “Your…your spell?” He shook his head. “Wait…how did Potter get your book?”
Snape sighed deeply. “I had left it in the potions classroom in one of the old storage cabinets.”
“And Slughorn gave it to Potter when he came to class without any supplies,” Draco finished for him, recalling the memory of the exchange. Snape nodded.
“And Hermione knew that the spell Potter used on me was from that book?”
Both professors nodded again.
“And you didn’t think it was important to tell her that you’ve already removed that threat?” Draco asked angrily. “Perhaps one of you could go tell her now so she’s not freaking out? Shite, she nearly stopped my heart telling me she needed help.” He raked his hands through his hair roughly in frustration.
“Yes, that will be your fate bond reacting,” Dumbledore sighed understandably. Draco tensed.
“My what?”
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. “Surely by now you’ve realized that you and Hermione are fated souls?”
Draco felt like he’d been punched in the gut. “Fated souls…” he said breathlessly. He had not realized that... He never would have dared think such a thing, let alone believe it. His mother had told him stories of fated souls. Their endings were never happy.
“We can’t be fated,” Draco argued weakly as his heart clenched uncomfortably.
“I’m afraid you are,” Dumbledore replied gently.
Draco clenched his fists. “But fated souls die at the same time,” he said shakily.
“Close,” the Headmaster answered, “within a week of each other, yes.”
Draco felt his blood begin to boil. “When did you realize that we were fated?” he asked in a low voice, barely more than a whisper.
“The first week you came to me and gave your memories.”
Snape watched in awe as Draco took two long strides right up to Dumbledore and punched the one-hundred-and-fifteen-year-old man full force in the face.
Dumbledore’s spectacles flew-off and he stumbled backward and fell into his chair. He raised his hand to his face and then stared wide-eyed at the seething blond in front of him. Snape made his way quickly around the desk and grabbed Draco in a tight hold just as he attempted to throw another punch.
“You sick fuck!” Draco raged, wriggling madly in Snape’s arms. “You sent me into Voldemort’s lair knowing full well that I could’ve died! She would have died! Aaahhh! Let go of me!”
“It was necessary, Draco,” Dumbledore winced, palming his jaw.
“Bullshit!” Draco spat.
Snape squeezed his arms harder and shook Draco slightly. “Calm yourself,” he warned in his ear. “You will calm down or I will Stun you.”
Draco reluctantly stopped moving, but continued to shake with repressed anger. Snape turned and shoved Draco towards the door. Draco righted himself and smoothed his clothes roughly.
“And you!” he pointed at Snape accusingly. “You knew! That’s why you let us use your office…” Draco shook his head as a look of complete betrayal took over his features. “You…you…”
“I only found out this morning,” Snape snapped defensively.
“Responsible for yet another life…” Draco said with a bobbing nod. He let loose an exasperated laugh. “This is just fucking brilliant. Brilliant.” He placed his forehead in his hands. “Go tell Hermione you’ve got the damn book,” he ended curtly before he stomped out of the office.
Snape stared after his furious partner for a full minute before turning to face the Headmaster.
“Why did you do that?” Snape asked crossly. “You knew he didn’t know.”
Dumbledore summoned and repaired his spectacles. “I made the decision to tell them after you told me about Draco’s breakdown this morning,” he said quietly as he placed the glasses gently back on his face. “It’d be more dangerous not to tell them and have them misinterpret their emotions.”
Snape frowned a little. “Did you expect that reaction?”
“It was a little more physical than I imagined,” the elder professor answered rubbing his jaw again, “but yes.” Dumbledore chuckled at Snape’s indignant expression. “I told you, Severus. They will do anything to protect each other…even put meddling old fools in their places.”
Dumbledore picked-up a letter from his desk and held it out towards Snape. “Go take this to Hermione to assuage her worries about your book.”
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Draco wiped his mouth roughly as he eyed the toilet he’d just emptied his lunch into from his seat on the grimy floor in the small bathroom stall. “Fuck that old man,” he thought bitterly, pulling his knees up to his chest. He rested his left arm on the top of them and pulled back his sleeve.
The black skull and snake were there as always…mocking his very existence. “And fuck you too,” Draco said out loud as he looked at the brand. He leaned his head against the stall wall and looked up at the ceiling. He narrowed his eyes at it as if doing so would allow him to see the very gods that had played such a sick joke on him. Fated…
Draco glared at the ceiling. “You will not make a tragedy out of us!” he shouted up. He lowered his head and rested it on his arm. “I will have my happily ever after.”
He wished he believed it.
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A/N: Merlin’s balls, this chapter sucked me dry. My brain hurts. Sorry for the slow going. Things will pick-up coming up here. And no…Hermione is not pregnant yet. She only threw-up from nerves.
Arithmancy information referenced from: tryredemption. com/ac/ and en.wikipedia. org/wiki/ Arithmancy
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