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Mudblood Fever and Lingerie	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chit-Chat
Hermione woke groggily, her eyes feeling sticky as she tried to pry them open. She looked around the hospital wing confused, taking a moment to recall the previous night. Draco had gone from horndog to perfect gentleman in the space of a single hesitation, and he’d surprised her with how well he managed to comfort her. Unlike Ron, he actually seemed able to read her receptiveness, and act accordingly. Unlike Ron, he’d stopped immediately when she sounded even a bit uninterested. Unlike Ron, he actually knew what he was doing.
“Miss Granger, are you feeling unwell?” Madam Pomfrey’s voice startled her into looking up from the sheet’s she’d been staring blankly at, and scrambled from the bed.
“Oh, no, I’m fine, just a bit of… erm… needed a bit of quiet. My dorm mates were tittering like fools half the night, and I needed some peace.” She stumbled over the excuse, but after a measuring stare, the Matron nodded, moved around her to begin cleaning up the bed.
“It is always quiet in here at night. Quite restful, one of the many reasons I love my position.” Madam Pomfrey agreed, going about her work as Hermione began slinking toward the door.
“Thank you.” She replied awkwardly as she ducked into the hallway, her mind filled with nervous curiosity. Where had Draco disappeared to? Probably back to his dorm, to save face after passing out yesterday. She headed toward Gryffindor tower, hoping no one caught her in the halls in her nightclothes.

So far, he’d created the thin silver chain, and the potion. The potion was a thick black brew, but shined like spilled oil, and shimmered like black satin. He slowly lowered the chain into the liquid, careful to keep his fingers out of it, and removed the length,, letting it drip the excess off for a few moments, until the silver chain had stopped dripping black, and simply looked like shiny black metal. He draped it over his wrist delicately, being absolutely precise in his movements, so the black wouldn’t smudge. It wouldn’t mess up the spell at all, but it would look sloppy afterward, if he was careless. 0
Draco had no idea what he was doing. The spell seemed easy enough, but he’d never performed one quite so intricate before. The finishing touches weren’t complex, but it was strange. He’d snuck through the restricted section, found the texts he needed, and hidden away in the room of requirement, trying to find and do exactly what he wanted.
“With this chain, I connect; with this brew, I bind. My skin to hers, a burning I need, should she need me.” He read from the text, hoping it worked, but feeling a bit dubious that it was written in plain English.
A flash of heat seared his skin, and he hissed in pain, flinching slightly as the chain jumped to life, circled his wrist, and sealed itself seamlessly. He stared in fascination as the black slowly slid from the silver, leaving it pristine one more. All he could see was silver and pale skin, and as he turned his wrist over, the burning sensation eased, leaving him feeling successful. It seemed to have worked.
He pulled out his wand and tapped a single link of the chain, clearly enunciating the next bit of the spell, and watched as the link he’d tapped and the one next to it formed a clasp. He opened it, and pulled the little chain from his wrist, staring in wonder at the black imprint underneath. A perfect replica of the chain, soaked into his own skin, binding him to the bracelet. And since the chain he’d used was so thin, it was barely noticeable at all. If he wished to cover it, any other circlet or sleeve would work. He pulled his sleeve back down over his wrist, pocketed the bracelet, and cleared up the evidence of his magic. The spell was controversial, and many noble, hotheaded Gryffindors might accuse one of black magic if they found out. He didn’t need any more trouble than he was already diving into.
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Draco found her in the library, her head bent over a book, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was alone, and he sighed with relief as he approached, and took a seat next to her.
“Hermione, I-”
“Where have you been!?” Her voice was a whisper, but her head had whipped in his direction, and her tone was full of worry and irritation.
“I was busy.” He waved the question away, and continued before her clearly agitated expression could form more words. “I got you something.”
He pulled the thin chain from his pocket, and held it out to her. She stared at it a moment, looked at his face, and looked back to the chain suspiciously.
“Why?”
“I can’t just give you jewelry?” He asked, smirking knowingly at her. They both knew it wasn’t just a piece of metal, and he felt a swell of pride at her shrewdness. She wasn’t likely to accept any cursed items from his father, then, either.
“You disappear for hours, after learning about some great plot, and come back, SUDDENLY offering gifts of a totally nondescript, and innocuous nature? I doubt it. If you’d wished to present me with jewelry as a gift to represent your intentions or feelings it would be something gaudy and overdone that I would likely be embarrassed to wear, not a rather plain bracelet that no one is likely to notice.”
“Hmph.” He snorted a bit at her dissection of his habits, but didn’t contradict her. “Fine, it’s charmed.” He admitted. “What with my father plotting to have you murdered, I figured it would be a good idea to offer you a bit of security.”
“Security?” She eyed the bracelet questioningly, and he nodded.
“It’s nothing too complicated.” He lied with a suave shrug, “Just wear it, and if you ever need me, for any reason, touch it, and will me to your side. If I’m able to apparate, I’ll be able to apparate directly to the bracelet, if there’s wards preventing it, like those covering Hogwarts, I’ll be able to find you on foot.”
“That’s… A bit invasive, don’t you think?” She asked, eyeing the small chain with even more distrust.
“Not at all. It’ll only work if you want it to. The charm is inactive until you need it, and if it makes you uncomfortable, you can always take it off, but there’s no way for me to locate you unless you touch it, and think about me coming to you.” He said, making sure it was clear that he wouldn’t just sense she was in danger.
“I see…” She hesitantly took the bracelet between her thumb and forefinger, and inspected it closer, as if looking for poison, or physical magic on it. “What’s the spell called?” She asked, her eyes finding his face. He opened his mouth to answer, but no lie came to him.
“I knew it! It’s not just some simple charm, or you’d have no problem telling me. What is it Draco, dark magic?” she hissed inquisitively, dropping the chain to the table instantly, as if burned.
“No. A bit… questionable, maybe, but not dark.” He tried to reassure her. “And if at any time I wish to undo my half of the charm, I’m more than capable of disconnecting myself from the bracelet.”
“I see…” She drawled thoughtfully, staring down at the chain. “Are you sure you’ve researched it properly?” She asked, her brows knitted together with worry.
“I was up all night researching it. There has been no recorded case of this spell harming anyone, or otherwise causing mayhem. It’s just to ease my mind.” He assured her. He kept his face a perfect semblance of healthy concern. It wouldn’t do to let her know that there was no way to unbind himself from the spell, unless the bracelet was destroyed. He’d fight that battle if it came to it, and not a moment sooner.
“Alright… Will it work if I don’t wear it? If I keep it in my pocket?” She inquired.
“It should. Though it’ll be easier to grab from your wrist.” He muttered, watching as she scooped it off the desk, and slid it into her pocket.
“Well, I’ll carry it like this until I’ve done my own research. If I find nothing to worry about, I promise I’ll wear it normally.” She compromised. He nodded, a small smile stretching his lips as he leaned in, wanting nothing more than to kiss her. Her eyes seemed to twinkle in the soft lamplight, full of glee as he leaned in, and anticipation. They were alone at their little table, but besides the other day in front of Weasley, he’d never been courageous enough to kiss her where anyone might see. He could feel his heart thumping madly in his chest, the beat filling his ears as his lips hovered right above hers-
“A-hem.” The fake cough jolted through his ears like ice water, and he jerked back from Hermione, twisting around on the bench, his face a blazing red, to face his head of house.
“Professor, we were just, erm… just…”
“Yes, I can imagine.” The tall dark-haired wizard said with no enthusiasm. “Apparently you and I need to have a word about what is and isn’t appropriate behavior for school children. My office. Now.” He waited for Draco to stand before he swept away, imperious, and unconcerned about the ruined atmosphere.
“I suppose I’ll see you at lunch, then?” She asked hopefully, standing with him, and staring up into his eyes with longing.
“I suppose you will.” He agreed confidently, and leaned down to peck her quickly on the lips before he had to follow after Snape, hurrying from the library at a pace that could just barely be called ‘not running’.
He caught up with Snape and fell into step beside him, looking properly contrite as he followed the potions master through the halls, down the stairs, and all the way to his dungeon office. He kept his lips firmly closed together until Snape waved his wand, erecting wards, sound dampening charms, and a few incantations Draco didn’t recognize.
“So it appears you’re foregoing your father’s instruction to quit Granger?” the bat-like man sneered across his desk.
“Yes. Tell him if you like, but I’m not changing my mind.” Draco dared, keeping his back straight, and his mind blank.
“I’ll tell him nothing.” Snape spat, glaring. “If you’re so keen to have her murdered, tell him yourself. Otherwise, I suggest we both keep our mouths shut about the matter, and if you know what’s good for you both, you’ll go back to sneaking around out of sight.”
“Beg pardon?” Draco snapped, equal parts furious that Severus Snape would say such a thing, and horrified that he seemed to know how they’d started the whole thing.
“You heard me. If your father finds out you’ve disobeyed him, for her, you think he won’t find a way to get rid of the problem? He’s never been one to sit back and wait for what he wants to happen. He’s a man who makes it happen. Always has been, and now, it would seem that what he wants is to bring the Dark Lord back to power. You were just a babe at his downfall, so you can’t imagine the sort of horror that would be, but I assure you, your future is now more complicated than you can imagine.”
“What do you mean?” Draco asked, imagining himself and Granger having to hide away in the muggle world, or being forced to leave the country.
“Right now, your future is lying before you, with several different paths laid out at your feet. No matter which you choose, I fear your childhood is over. Nothing will be simple. Nothing will be safe. Do you understand?”
“I’m afraid I don’t.” Draco responded, sitting back limply in his chair, clinging to his obliviousness just a moment longer.
“You told the headmaster that your father plans to resurrect the Dark Lord. If that’s true, then he must be stopped. The Headmaster is already on a mission to prevent that from happening, but… He can’t do everything himself. There are places he can’t reach, people he can’t persuade. I helped him, during the last war, to reach those places, to get around those people. But… I’m no longer as trusted as I once was. I no longer have the familiarity to properly assist him. But I believe you can help.
“Draco, your father is a powerful man. He doesn’t trust easily, or fully. However, you’re his son. The fact that he mentioned his plans to you at all, means he wishes you to join the fold. He will trust you, if you can convince him you wish to follow. You can thwart him from the inside.”
“Wait, you… You’re saying you want me to betray my own father? To… Get closer to him, and then obstruct his plans?” Draco chewed the words out, feeling his heart squeeze painfully. He already felt enough guilt for having exposed his father’s plans. Now Snape was suggesting a long-term con?
“Draco, there are two outcomes to our actions. The first, your father doesn’t succeed, the Dark Lord never rises again, and the wizarding world is protected that much longer, until some other insane power rises with false ideals. The second, the Dark Lord does rise, darkness and chaos take over our world, you’re forced into servitude to him, or killed for treachery. Your little know-it-all is hunted, and killed, especially so for poisoning you, for being friends with the Dark Lord’s nemesis, Harry Potter. Both have their hardships, but I can assure you which will be the easiest outcome to bear, regardless of what it takes to get there. It’s your father who is plotting the downfall of our world, and unfortunately, that means it will be you who is forced to suffer, either way.
“You can either sit back, and let things unfold without putting your lot into either side, and wait to see how things turn out before declaring an allegiance, or you can work to make the world you want to live in. Alternatively, you can take your bushy-haired muggle-born, steal your father’s money, and disappear forever.”
Draco thought he saw a flicker of emotion in Snape’s eyes, but if it was there at all, it was gone before he cold name it.
“I can’t. I don’t have access to the Malfoy vault until I inherit the rest of the Malfoy property. Which won’t happen unless I get married and have a son, father hands it over, or he dies. And I’ll let you guess which is most likely to happen first.” Draco spat with venom. His father would never agree to hand over the Malfoy fortune and live on an allowance unless he was forced to do so. Just as his father had done, and his grandfather…
“Are you already planning on marrying her, then?” Snape asked, seeming to read parts of Draco’s mind that even he hadn’t explored.
“No… Well, I’ve never really thought of who I’d marry, but… If I did marry Granger…”
“You’d be disinherited before you even had a chance to ask for a blessing.” Snape finished, nodding solemnly. “So, that leaves us with the only two other options: wait to see how things go, or fight back.”
“I… I’m not sure I can betray my family like that…” Draco stuttered, feeling his heart torn, once again, between what he’d come to love, and the obligation of his family.
“You would only be alone for as long as it took to bring me in.” Snape assured him, leaning over the desk, his eyes burning like coal, his hands clenched together. Draco stared at him, feeling his heart break as the possibilities laid themselves out before him. His professor had been right when he’d said this would be the end of his childhood. This would be the end of any innocence he had left. If it didn’t break him, though, he could be with her. However long they wanted, they could be together. If his father was outed as a supporter of this scheme, he’d be thrown in Azkaban, and the Malfoy legacy would fall immediately to Draco. He couldn’t be disowned if his father was in Azkaban. She couldn’t be murdered if he failed to bring back He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. If it didn’t break him, there was only one thing he could see to be done.
“I expect you already have a plan?” He asked, straightening his spine, and solidifying his resolve. She believed he could change for the better. So he would do the right thing. For her.
“Publically break things off with Granger. I don’t care if you plan it out ahead of time, but make sure she appears to be hurt. The nastier the better, make sure your father hears about it, and believes that you felt nothing for her. If you plan it out, tell her to cry. Maybe run off in tears. Then, you owl your father telling him that you’ve done as he asked, I can help with exactly what to say, and wait for a response. Be the perfectly devoted son, and do not ask about his plan unnecessarily, as that would only make him believe something was afoot. Wait until HE brings it up again, and then gently ask if there’s any way you can help. Don’t push, don’t be obnoxious, just be the image of a respectful and loyal son. He will bring you in, I assure you. Now, I’m going to let you in on the secret, and you must not, under ANY circumstances let him know you’re aware of what I’m about to tell you. Understood? You know nothing about this, and when he tells you, it’ll be your first time hearing about it at all.”
“Understood.”
“There are certain items that are well guarded that hold pieces of the Dark Lord’s soul. Each one has the ability to bring him back. We believe there are seven in total.” Snape began under his breath, as if someone might be listening through the wall and wards he’d spelled. “Two have already been destroyed. We haven’t a clue how many your father was given for safekeeping, but he’s already tried once. I can give you details about what sort of items we expect, so you can keep an eye out for them. If you come across any, you’re to bring them straight to the headmaster, or myself to be destroyed. Without giving yourself away, if possible. We want the chance to extract as many items as possible without being found out. Potter is on the same mission, but he and the headmaster are searching for those a bit less guarded. You’re not to speak to Potter of this, or let him know you’re on the same side at all, is that clear?”
“Crystal clear.”
“Good. Go and end things with Granger, and we’ll take things from there.” Snape ordered, waving a hand to his door dismissively. Draco sat for a moment longer, trying to wrap his mind around the whole conversation, trying to settle his new double life somewhere inside his soul, but it didn’t seem to want to fit. He stood, and offered his hand to his professor.
“I’m glad you’ll be watching my back, professor.” He said somberly, certain that he’d fail on his own. Snape stood and took his hand, shaking it briskly, his eyes darting down to peer at their joined hands.
“What’s this?” He pulled Draco’s hand closer to his face, making Draco step right into the side of his desk, banging his knee as the dark haired man peered at the black stain that matched the chain resting in Granger’s pocket. His finger swept over it, and instantly, Snape’s demeanor changed. He looked furious, and he dropped Draco’s hand, lip twitching as he spoke.
“Have you any idea what that is, boy?”
“Just… A protection spell.” He stammered, feeling like the man he’d just become during their last conversation had vanished, leaving behind the small schoolboy who knew nothing in the face of this man’s anger.
“A protection spell? How dense are you? It’s a spell of servitude. Whoever holds this power over you can call you on a whim. There’s no undoing this, you realize? Did your father do this to you?”
“It can be undone.” Draco argued. “I’d just have to destroy the bracelet.”
“You’d have to obtain it, first. You really think that whoever holds it would give up such power easily?”
“She would. She’d give it up in a heartbeat.” Draco replied. “I did it to myself. To keep her safe.”
“You are the most foolish-” Snape cut his words off, and seemed to ponder. “Pray she never uses it, Draco. It’s not a pleasant sensation.”
“Have you done it before, then? Is that how you recognize it?” Draco asked, peering inquisitively across at the older man.
“This was the base spell that the Dark Lord used to Mark his followers.” Snape stated, letting the words sink in. “Find something to cover this mark, something only you can remove, and never let anyone see it. It would provoke too many questions.”
“I will.” Draco consented, adding it to the growing list of things necessary for his double life to begin.
“Go. Do as I’ve said.” Snape directed, sitting back in his chair, still glaring. Draco kept his pace even and calm as he exited, wanting nothing more than to race from the room. He wanted to be alone, to think, but he had no time. He had to find Granger, and arrange their end.

A/N: Thank you all for the comments, I'm expecting one more chapter. Sorry about how long it took to get this chapter done, I recently lost my furbaby, and was having a hard time doing much of anything. Hopefully I'll be back in the swing, and uploading the final chapter next month
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