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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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Madam Pince raised a thin, dark eyebrow as she turned the note over to read for a third time.
“Is there a problem, Madam Pince?” Hermione asked politely. The librarian twisted her lips and narrowed her eyes at Hermione suspiciously.
“This is signed by Professor Snape,” the older woman answered curtly.
“Yes, ma’am,” Hermione agreed with a nod. Madam Pince seemed to be at war with herself as her eyes flicked from Hermione then to the note then back again.
“Professor Snape wishes for you to research…” Madam Pince squinted her eyes at the note again, “…Aquamancy?”
“Professor Snape has assigned me an extra credit assignment. I’m to research the elemental properties of water as they pertain to the reanimation of Inferi,” Hermione replied eagerly. Madam Pince’s eyes widened slightly.
“That’s rather advanced Dark material.”
Hermione forced herself not to huff impatiently. “Yes it is,” she said simply. The strict librarian continued to twist her mouth, but finally nodded once and waved a bony hand at Hermione.
“Very well,” she relented. Hermione smiled her thanks and without further hesitation hurried into the restricted section.
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“Hermione, why have you been reading these water magic books? What is this one…” Ron squinted sideways as he read the cover of the heavy book in Hermione’s hands, “… Aquamechanics: A Water Charmer’s Guide to Better Form?”
Hermione shrugged as she turned the page. “It’s interesting,” she replied without looking up. Ron rolled his eyes and huffed.
“Will you please help me with this essay? I said I was sorry,” he pleaded, roughly scratching out a sentence on the parchment in front of him with his quill.
“I’m busy,” she said pleasantly, turning another page. Ron slumped in his chair and threw down the quill.
“Oh come on, Mione,” he whined, “You already finished your homework and you’re reading for fun. Do I have to beg?”
“It might help,” Hermione answered expressionlessly perusing her book. “Hmm. Did you know that a master Aquamancer can manipulate up to ten thousand liters of water at a time?”
“Hermione, please!” Ron begged. “I’ll fail without help.”
She turned another page. “Why don’t you ask Susan for help?”
Ron glowered at her slightly. “You know she didn’t make N.E.W.T. level Transfiguration,” he said sourly.
“That’s a shame,” Hermione said coolly. Silence followed her comment and she finally glanced over the top of the book at an angrily pouting Ron. She sighed and closed the book. “You will not fail if I don’t help you. You’re smart, Ronald. You’re just lazy.”
“I don’t want to be stuck doing homework all weekend,” he groused as he watched Hermione look at the clock and then begin to quickly pack her things into her bag.
“Harry should be back soon. He just went to set-up the Quidditch try-outs time with McGonagall. I’m sure the two of you can figure it out,” she said as she stood and slung her bag over her shoulder.
“You could just help me now because you’re my friend,” Ron tried.
“And you could have just trusted me because you’re mine,” Hermione answered with an apologetic smile. “Now, I’m sorry, but I have somewhere to be. I’ll see you at dinner.”
“Are you ever going to forgive me?” Ron called after her as she reached the portrait hole of the common room. Hermione hesitated and gave him another small smile.
“How long would it take for you to forgive me if I’d tried to kill Susan?” she asked calmly. Ron slowly blinked at her and, not waiting for an answer, Hermione stepped through and out.
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Dumbledore was already waiting outside of the Room of Requirement as Hermione started down the seventh floor corridor.
“Professor,” she greeted as she came up to him. She glanced at the already visible door of the Room. “Is he here yet?”
Dumbledore nodded. “I excused him from Herbology. He’s been in there for over an hour already.”
“How’s he doing with it?” Hermione asked somewhat anxiously. The old man smiled.
“The two of you are amazing in ways I could never have predicted.”
Hermione frowned slightly. “You anticipated him having an ability like mine didn’t you?”
Dumbledore merely nodded. Hermione felt anger begin to bubble in her belly. “Do you derive some sort of pleasure from withholding life-altering information from people or are you simply incapable of being forthright?” she asked brazenly.
Dumbledore calmly yet sternly looked over his spectacles at her. “Some truths are better to be discovered, rather than told.”
“Oh, yes…it was so much better having to discover how to destroy all those Horcruxes on our own instead of you just telling us,” Hermione thought bitterly, but simply gave him a curt nod. Dumbledore looked for a moment like he wanted to say more but instead smiled sadly and motioned toward the door.
“Best not keep him waiting. I imagine he is quite eager to show you his progress.”
“You won’t be staying?” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head slightly.
“The Order’s relocating the Abbotts this afternoon.”
Hermione felt a stone drop in her stomach. It was never pleasant to be reminded of the war that was already ramping-up outside of Hogwarts’ walls…the war she’d already had to endure… the war she was already training to fight in again. She cast her gaze to the floor and swallowed hard. Sensing her disquiet, Dumbledore placed a hand gently to her shoulder.
“It will be better this time, Hermione.”
Hermione looked up and met the Headmaster’s gaze. “Tell that to Draco’s left arm.”
Dumbledore simply stared at her a moment and then pointed at the door. “He’s waiting.”
Hermione pursed her lips and turned toward the door. She stopped and looked over her shoulder when Dumbledore suddenly spoke again.
“Oh… there is a new password for my office. I do rather enjoy Licorice Snaps,” he said idly. Hermione nodded in understanding and Dumbledore turned to go. “And if you wouldn’t mind,” he called out as he started down the hall, “please ask Professor Sarkany to secure my office after your lessons tonight.”
Hermione frowned briefly at the Headmaster as he retreated away and then pushed herself into the Room. Her frown was immediately replaced with an expression of awe as she entered to see Draco standing in the center of the room looking up at a giant rotating orb of water. Hermione dropped her bag and pushed the door shut behind her with a loud click. Draco startled at the sudden noise and looked over his shoulder. The moment he did so the orb lost its form.
Hermione's hands flew to her mouth in shock as the water poured down in a massive deluge over him. It splashed wildly and spread out upon the floor and Hermione had to take several steps back to keep it from reaching her feet.
"Sod it all," a completely soaked Draco griped as he held out his arms - the sleeves of his robes hanging heavily with the weight of the water. He shook his head rapidly, sending the water in his hair spraying around the room in tiny droplets, and then looked at Hermione.
"You're late," he said as he began to strip off his sopping robes.
"Sorry,” Hermione said quietly, tiptoeing around several small puddles to where he was standing. "I was reading one of the books and... aahh...no, Draco!" she squealed as Draco tossed his robes down and then threw his arms around her. He pulled her tight to his drenched body and she writhed against him in a feeble attempt to escape the wetness.
"Prat! Let me go. You’re getting me wet!"
"Yes and I'm getting water on your clothes too," he growled playfully. It took a moment for the innuendo to register and when it did Hermione slapped at him."You arrogant arse."
Draco laughed out loud and hugged her tighter.
"You love me," he said haughtily.
“Remind me why,” she said with a disgruntled pout and wriggled again in his cold, clammy grip. Draco immediately latched his mouth onto her neck. He licked his tongue over the soft spot near her collar that he knew drove her crazy. He smiled proudly against her skin when he felt her shiver and then scraped his teeth lightly over her sensitive skin. Hermione melted into his arms.
“Because I can do that,” he breathed.
“Sometimes I think you really are evil,” she sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder, wrinkling her nose slightly at the feel of the wet fabric of his shirt on her cheek.
“Sometimes I am,” Draco said sobering a bit. He relaxed his arms around her and she stepped back a little. Hermione looked down at the large damp splotch down the front of her robes and furrowed her brow. Draco smirked.
“That’s for the Aguamenti you threw at me on Monday,” he said, pointing to her robes. Hermione rolled her eyes as she took them off. Her jumper underneath them was soaked through as well and she huffed when Draco coughed another satisfied laugh. She tossed her robes over by her book bag and turned back to him.
“So…show me what you’ve managed so far Mr. Quick Learner. What little I saw when I came in was somewhat impressive,” she said, trying not to eye Draco’s chest as his wet dress shirt clung to his defined pectorals.
Draco smiled, then cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders. “You want a show, Granger?”
Hermione quickly glanced around the room to see that it was almost exactly as it had been when she’d first practiced her fire taming. The only differences were a drain in the floor and a tap protruding from one wall. She held her hand up to the candles already lit near the mirrored wall and a ball of fire immediately flew into it.
“I’ve shown you mine,” Hermione said, holding the bobbing flames out at him - a glint of a dare in her eye, “Now you show me yours.”
A sleek eyebrow rose high on Draco’s forehead. Without hesitation and without breaking eye contact, he reached his hand forward and poked his index finger into her chest. Hermione raised her brow back at him, but Draco didn’t flinch. Suddenly, Hermione felt the cold sensation of her wet shirts against her skin begin to recede. She looked down quickly to see a steady line of water droplets seeping from her jumper onto Draco’s finger and snaking up his hand.
When Hermione’s entire front was dry, Draco removed his finger from her and took a giant step backwards. He closed his eyes and Hermione watched awestruck as his clothes dried before her eyes – the water soaked into them exploding outward in a dazzling spray that swirled into his outstretched hand. He opened his eyes and grinned like a fool at Hermione’s slack jaw.
“Like what you see?” he asked, holding out the ball of water toward her. She quickly closed her mouth and feigned indifference.
“It was okay…” she teased with a shrug, “you are just a beginner after all.” She tossed her fire ball into the air and it split into five smaller ones that began to orbit around her like electrons round an atom. Draco’s eyes darkened as he narrowed them at her.
“I’ll show you beginner,” he muttered as he stalked over to the tap on the wall. He opened it to full flow and water poured from it, running across the stone floor like a river towards the drain. Draco turned back to face Hermione. He took a dueling stance in the middle of the flow and instead of pulling his wand, held out his hand that grasped the pulsating sphere of water.
Hermione laughed. “What are you doing?”
Draco gave her a devious smile. “I’m about to teach a bossy, no-it-all fire tamer a lesson.”
The five fire balls immediately converged back into one and shot to Hermione’s hand. “You read a few books and practice for an hour and think you can take me on?” she demanded with a smirk –the flames in her palm doubling in size. Draco shook his head slightly.
“I didn’t read the books.”
Hermione took a giant breath to steady herself from the rush of hormones and adrenaline her mate’s boastful confidence caused to course through her body. She schooled her features into a steely stare as she took several large steps backwards to add more space between them. Hermione squared her shoulders into a dueling stance to match Draco’s. If he wanted a lesson…she’d give him one.
“The terms?” she shouted. Draco cracked his neck before answering.
“Elements only. And no wands, so no Fiendfyre either. It ends with concession or truce,” he shouted back. “Winner gets to be dominant in ‘detention’ tomorrow.”
Hermione’s pussy clenched painfully. Draco had only let her dominate him once before. The sight of Draco begging on his knees with his hands tied had been glorious. Of course the prospect of being dominated for an entire day by the Prince of Slytherin was just as glorious. She couldn’t really lose.
“Agreed.”
Draco nodded and they both readied themselves – their elemental orbs spinning and hissing wildly with apparent anticipation in their hands.
“We begin on three…” Draco said, bouncing slightly in place. Hermione nodded.
“One…” she said, flexing her fingers around her flames.
“Two…” Draco smirked evilly.
Hermione opened her mouth to say ‘three’ when the sound of a gong suddenly reverberated loudly around the room and a man’s voice boomed overhead.
“Test your might!”
Hermione started laughing as Draco furrowed his brow at her.
“What is so fucking funny?” he yelled over a now blaring electronic beat.
“It’s the theme from Mortal Kombat!” Hermione yelled back. Draco slightly lowered his hand.
“What the hell is Mor…”
“THREE!” Hermione screamed and sent her fiery projectile tearing through the air at him. Draco immediately threw the ball of water from his hand at the flames.
“That was dirty pool, darling!” he hollered as the two elements clashed midair and exploded in a haze of steam and smoke. Hermione gave him a simpering smile as she quickly summoned another set of flames from the candles.
“All’s fair in love and war!”
Draco growled a low, throaty chuckle at her comment. “Indeed,” he whispered to himself. He swiftly crouched down and placed his hands into the running water at his feet. In one fluid movement he flung both arms forward and two mini tsunamis rose from the floor and followed the paths of them toward Hermione.
Too stunned to react to the impressive move, Hermione watched as the waves grew and crashed into her with surprising force, extinguishing her flames and knocking her to the floor. As she tried to get up, Draco sent another round her way.
He stood up and watched with amusement as Hermione spluttered under the second set of drenching waves. He missed the sight of her hand rising up towards the candles to cause a tiny flame to float from one of the wicks to hover right behind his back.
“Aah!” Draco yelped as the flame jumped onto his shirt and burned through to his skin. Hermione snickered as she scrambled to her feet. The flame grew and spread over Draco’s shirt in a whoosh, consuming it. He screamed. Hermione stopped snickering.
“Calm down!” she shouted. “It’s only hot enough to feel…it won’t actually burn you!”
Draco roared and stomped his foot hard causing a wall of water to shoot directly upwards around him. The wall immediately collapsed over him, putting-out the fire that engulfed his torso. He shook silently for a moment and then barred his teeth.
Hermione was momentarily struck with fear at the dangerous look he shot her way. If she hadn’t known that Draco’d never actually hurt her, she might have conceded from that look alone. She went to raise her hands to gather more fire, but gasped as her clothes began to stiffen, restricting her movement. She looked down and her eyes turned to saucers at the sight of white frost and ice crystals rapidly forming across her jumper.
The cold of her ice hardened clothing seared against her skin and she cried out in shock and pain.
“It’s only cold enough to feel, love!” Draco taunted. Hermione shivered violently and glared at him. It was Draco’s turn to consider surrendering. He felt the burn of a fresh boost of adrenaline pulse through his core as his fight or flight response triggered at her look of absolute fury. If he didn’t know any better, he’d have sworn he saw fire in her eyes.
Draco started to contemplate his next move, but was suddenly knocked backward with the force of the heat and wind of an enormous cascade of flames roaring past him from the candles toward Hermione. He sat staring in awe as the fire swirled around her like a whirlwind and engulfed her completely.
After quickly getting to his feet, Draco watched the veritable pillar of fire rotate ahead of him, trying not to let the panic of not being able to see that Hermione was okay take over. He summoned a handful of water and sent it flying over to the candles. The water flowed over them swiftly leaving a series of bare, damply smoking wicks in its wake.
Draco then quickly darted his eyes around the room for any other possible source of fire. There were no torches (as the room magically emitted just the perfect amount of light on its own) and no other obvious sources of flame. He nodded to himself satisfactorily and then held his hands out to his sides.
The water from the tap at once began to flow directly to him through the air. It wrapped around him in great glistening ribbons just as Hermione emerged from within her fiery tornado completely dry. Draco immediately sprinted at her. Her eyes widened in shock as he barreled into her and tackled her to the ground. Draco’s water exploded outward and extinguished Hermione’s fire with a loud angry hiss as he pinned her to the floor.
With her wrists held tight in Draco’s grip above her head, Hermione could only flex her fingers in an attempt to bring forth more flame. When she did so she sensed the lack of fire at once and looked up at Draco with panicked eyes. He curled his lip at her triumphantly.
“Give up?”
Hermione vehemently shook her head and Draco laughed. “You cannot possibly win, my love. Concede to me.”
“No,” she spat stubbornly and then struggled to pull her arms from his grasp. Draco held on tighter and laughed again.
“All right. If you insist on continuing…” He closed his eyes and the still flowing water began to slither up and over Hermione’s body. Within seconds she was entirely submerged from the neck down within a rippling mass of H2O.
“This is how you expect me to surrender?” Hermione sniffed condescendingly, glancing down at the water surrounding her. Draco smiled and opened his eyes.
“No,” he answered smoothly, “this is how I expect you to surrender.” The moment he said the word ‘this’ the temperature of the water began to drop. Hermione glared at the smug blond straddling her in the rapidly cooling water, but as the temperature approached freezing, she felt her resolve diminishing. When her muscles began to spasm, she finally gave in.
“O…Ok…I…I give up,” she ground out through chattering teeth. The music stopped and the gong sounded again, ending the contest. Draco leaned forward and kissed Hermione on the forehead. She pulled at her wrists again and winced when Draco’s fingers dug in to keep hold of them.
“Wait,” he said calmly. “Let it warm back up.”
Hermione gave him a sulky look but relaxed her body as the water steadily warmed around them. When the water began to steam, Draco closed his eyes again and it began to trickle away down the drain. He finally released her arms and pushed up from her. Hermione rubbed her wrists as she watched him get up and hurry over to turn off the tap.
“I don’t think it was quite fair to remove my fire while you had an endless supply of water,” Hermione pouted as she got to her feet.
“All’s fair in love and war,” Draco mocked. “Besides, nothing prevented you from turning off the tap. I would have been quite helpless if you had. I can’t expand the water like you can your flames.”
“I thought you didn’t read the books,” Hermione grunted as she pulled at her dripping clothes.
Draco shrugged. “I might’ve glanced at them,” he said as he rubbed at his bare chest. He frowned. “You owe me a new uniform.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Yes, because you don’t already have twenty hanging in your dorm at this very moment…”
“Not the point,” he smirked. The smirk quickly faded as he looked down at his left arm. “I need a shirt.”
“Well, you’re about the same size as Ron…I could bring you one of his shirts,” Hermione suggested jokingly.
“Like hell,” Draco sneered. He picked up his robes and dried them. “I’ll just keep this pulled closed until I get to my room,” he added as he slipped his arms into the sleeves. He glanced up at Hermione to see her eyeing him expectantly.
“What?” he asked as he dried his hair.
“Would you mind?” Hermione asked, pointing to her wet clothes. Draco’s smirk came back.
“Why would I mind if you took your clothes off?”
Hermione huffed indignantly. “I’m not going to take them off. I need them dried.”
“Then dry them.”
“Arsehole,” Hermione muttered as she turned to retrieve her wand from her discarded robes. Just as she went to bend down to pick up her robes she was pulled back by Draco’s hands on her ribs. He pulled her into him – her back to his chest - and his hands quickly slid up to cup her breasts.
“What was that last comment, love?” he whispered into her ear, squeezing his hands slightly. Hermione’s eyes fluttered shut and she inhaled sharply.
“Nothing,” she lied lamely. Draco hummed.
“Oh, that’s good. I thought for a moment that you’d called me something unpleasant,” he said coolly, massaging his fingers harder into her chest. Hermione bit her lip as Draco leaned his face closer to her ear.
“You’re sure you didn’t call me an arsehole?”
Hermione nearly swooned at the darkness in his voice. “You…you were being one,” she replied in quiet defense. Draco remained silent, but gripped her breasts as hard as he could in response. Hermione gasped with the mixed sensation of pleasure and pain. She was about to ask if he was hoping for another song when the wetness against her skin began to dissipate. She breathed heavily as she stood in his grasp and allowed him to remove the water from her clothing.
“Better?” Draco asked softly once she was dry. Hermione nodded silently and Draco released her chest and moved his hands down to wrap around her waist. She turned in his arms and faced him.
“How did you get so good with only an hour’s practice?” she asked him seriously, though still somewhat breathless.
“The same way you got so good with your fire after only ten minutes, I imagine,” Draco answered with a shrug. “Now that I know what to focus on, I can just feel it…the water, I mean. It feels almost like a Patronus.”
“I thought the same thing about the Fiendfyre!” Hermione admitted excitedly. “It seems so obvious to me now…I can’t believe I went as long as I did without knowing I could do it.”
Draco nodded in agreement. “I know what you mean. Though…it’s probably a good thing that I didn’t know I could do this last time.”
Hermione frowned at him. “Why do you say that?”
Draco gave her a serious look. “Because if I had known I could control water, I wouldn’t have needed to fix the Vanishing Cabinet.” At Hermione’s questioning stare he continued.
“Albus is quite old. Dysphagia is rather common among the elderly. No one would question it if he happened to drown after accidently inhaling a large amount of his drink at dinner when he swallowed wrong.”
Hermione looked sick at his explanation. “No wonder the Ministry is afraid of people like us,” she said quietly. “We’re dangerous.”
“No fucking shite,” Draco laughed mirthlessly. “You burned my shirt off from across the room! And if I hadn’t already known it was you doing it, I wouldn’t have ever known how it happened. You’re rather frightening, love.”
“Too bad frightening doesn’t win elemental duels. I still can’t believe you beat me,” Hermione said, shaking her head a little.
“I was never going to let you win that,” Draco said with a lecherous smile. “I have some very definite plans for tomorrow…though, I’ll have to change them slightly now.”
Hermione pressed her legs together and shifted in place. “Why?” she asked nervously.
Draco looked at her apologetically. “You compared me to Weasley again,” he said, rubbing his hands over her backside. “Best brush-up on your cushioning charms tonight, my dearest, because after tomorrow, you won’t be able to sit right for a week.”
The color drained from Hermione’s face. “When…when did I…”
“‘You’re about the same size as Ron’,” Draco interrupted in an imitation of Hermione’s voice. “Sorry, love…that counts. But, hey…what’s a detention without a little punishment?”
Hermione gulped and Draco chuckled. He pulled her closer and ground his hips into her. “Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of pleasure too,” he purred. Hermione whimpered a sigh and let her head fall into his chest.
“You are going to kill me,” she mumbled against him.
Draco tightened his grasp. “Probably.”
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A/N: As always…thank you for the reviews. Big nod to TheLadyGranger-Malfoy. Your insight about Ron’s actions affecting more than just Draco and Hermione was right on…The three of them would have died and Rose and Hugo (and possibly Scorpius) would’ve been stuck in limbo forever. Though, Susan probably wouldn’t have killed herself as she and Ron are not fated, but who knows.
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