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Mirrored Desires	By : kstargal Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7194 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione woke to the aroma of a cooked breakfast. It wasn’t the bacon and eggs she craved, but held a fruity tinge. Draco had obviously used the fruits they’d found yesterday; making it into a sweet stew. She rolled onto her side and saw him leaning over a small pot resting on the coals – looking decidedly domestic. It didn’t suit the image of him in her mind. She shut her eyes again as embarrassment from the last night rolled over her in waves. Surely he wouldn’t mention it – would he?

“Morning, Granger. Sleep well? You seemed a little restless and wide-eyed last night. See something you liked did you?” His words held a smirk, and she sneered in response – she was an idiot, knowing deep down he wouldn’t be a gentleman and let her forget about it. Time to strike back…

“Yeah, a very little thing distracted me for a moment – I couldn’t quite make out what it was. I thought an extremely small animal like a mouse had gotten caught in your sleeping bag. Don’t worry though – I won’t tell anyone what it really was.”

Hermione got up and watched in satisfaction as Draco’s shoulders stiffened and she heard a small snort of anger. Cracking her back, she stretched; somewhat amused that he didn’t retaliate. Instead he thrust a small bowl towards her – the smell was absolutely mouth watering. She felt a small pang of regret in her chest when she realised although he was being horrible he’d actually cooked her something to eat. She looked at him warily – he wouldn’t poison her would he?

“Merlin, Granger. Just eat it, I may be an arsehole – but I’m not going to kill you.” She took a large mouthful. It was as good as it smelt. Draco continued. “But, if you ever make fun of me like that again – I will prove to you in no uncertain terms just how much of a ‘mouse’ I’m not. Men don’t take too kindly to their manhood being questioned.”

Hermione almost choked and looked up at him wide-eyed. Prove it – how? Then it sunk in. No way, he was not seriously suggesting he would take her to bed just to prove himself – he couldn’t be. “What?” she managed to squeak sounding very young. Coughing, she made sure her voice was back. “You’re not serious, Malfoy?”

Before she could think, Malfoy had pulled her violently against him; all she could do was hold onto her bowl and stare up into slitted grey eyes. Not a shred of compassion could be seen; they all but swirled with anger. She wasn’t scared though, if anything her heartbeat had increased ten-fold. She yelled at it to stop being stupid, it didn’t listen. Draco wrapped his arm around her back and she was assaulted with images from her dream. Christ, this was not the time.

“Let me go, you Pillock.” Hermione’s voice had turned all breathless and husky – it was not how she wanted to sound at all.

“Or what, Granger?” Draco smirked arrogantly. “I’m pretty sure I could do anything I wanted to, I could even creep into your sleeping bag naked and it wouldn’t illicit any response from you except a moan for more.”

Hermione stiffened up and he chuckled deep in his throat. What the hell? He’d pretty much described her dream last night – there was no way he could have…

She was being stupid, he had no idea what she’d dreamt – Draco was just being a prick and letting her know he could do anything he wanted – well, he couldn’t in her mind. So why was she not struggling from his embrace, he certainly wasn’t holding her too tightly. A stupid aggravating voice in her mind was telling her how good he felt. Well, she was having none of it – her life was complicated enough at the moment.

She tried pulling away, he didn’t let her. Truth be told; she felt a spike of arousal at his sheer power. He was the epitome of pure masculine strength, strong, tall, muscles in all the right places…and her mind was addled with insects making her think crazy thoughts. She needed, no - she craved some vestige of control. In the most boring monotone voice she could muster, Hermione spoke.

“Alright, you’ve made your point. Now let go – yes, you could have me any which way – all you’d have to do is crook your finger and I’d be yours.” She placed a well timed yawn in there as well. “Take me, Draco; take me now – I’m yours.”

Draco let her go and Hermione was pleased her plan had worked, she turned away and walked towards a log so she could sit down and eat in earnest, but his voice almost stopped her in its tracks.

“You play a dangerous game, Granger. That sounded like a challenge – and I never back down until I win.”

Hermione schooled her features into what she hoped was nonchalant before turning around. “Draco, I hate to tell you something – I never lose.”

They had been walking for over two hours; once more nothing of any importance had been said aloud. The silence spoke volumes though. Hermione still couldn’t wrap her head around what had happened at breakfast. Did they issue a challenge to the other or not?

Her heart started to thump every time she thought about it, so after the fiftieth time in a minute, she pushed it to the back of her mind.

A beep emitted from Draco’s cuff and he stopped under a large tree, sweat slowly dripping down his forehead. Hermione watched as one drop slid down his cheek and fell to his chest. Shaking herself out of it, she leant over to look at what the noise was.

“It’s finally connected to the mainframe at COT.” Draco murmured as he typed away. Hermione could see he was trying to bring up maps of their position.

She looked down at her own cuff – it still showed all her vitals – but no connection had been made. Clearly it was fried.

“Well, we are heading in the right direction – the compound is probably another two hour hike, then we need to figure out how to get in undetected.” Draco’s voice was no nonsense, he was in operative mode – it made Hermione glad, proving he could put his anger aside. “That is if you have anything of any worth to add?”

So much for him being professional, she thought as they continued to track the same direction they had been all morning. She followed Draco’s blonde head trying hard not to pretend her finger was a pistol aimed at him. She managed to control herself to one shot – well one and a half; he’d turned around once and almost caught her.

After a while, Draco stopped dead in his tracks indicating for her to do the same. She looked ahead and saw more scrub, but Draco wasn’t looking ahead – he was looking down at his feet; right where a wire was currently pressed against his boot. Oh shit.

“Don’t move.” Hermione said uselessly, and ignored Draco’s snort as she came up slowly behind him and squatted by his feet.

The wire was taut; but still not at its ‘point of no return’ tightness. “Well, Granger – am I going to blow up if I move?” His voice was joking, but she heard the underlying tenseness.

“Maybe.” She teased; then began to follow the wire to its origin. One side was tethered to a small tree trunk, and the other was attached to a crudely made explosive device. One which she could tell straight away was constructed from everyday household items. It wasn’t professional at all; but that did not mean whoever put it here was a novice – not by a long shot.

“It might be lucky to kill a rabbit, by its size. But we don’t know who put it here either. It could be a perimeter bomb to deter and injure intruders. Although, we are still almost an hour out from the compound – it might just be a hunter’s trap. Either way, I don’t want to set it off in case it alerts somebody. You haven’t triggered the mechanism yet. If you time it right – you’ll be fine.”

Draco nodded. “I’ll slowly back away to the left side; you get behind that tree and wait.” He indicated towards a large trunk nearby, eyes unreadable. His tone brokered no room for argument so she followed his instructions, surprised he trusted her evaluation of the situation.

Usually she would have attempted to disarm it, but they didn’t want to alert any guards who may be checking the area. If they came across a tampered bomb they might tell the compound – then they would be searching for intruders. Hermione already had no idea what to expect when they reached the building. It would either be a cinch or damn near impossible to get in. She had an inkling of exactly which way it would go for them.

Before she’d finished her thought, she heard a grunt and suddenly Draco was right beside her, eyes closed and head leaning against the tree breathing heavily. She watched him a few minutes, not sure why she liked the sight of an unguarded Malfoy.

“You’re not scared are you?” Hermione couldn’t help grinning.

He opened one eye at her and scowled. “I’d like to see how you’d react knowing you could lose half a leg if you accidently knocked the wire the wrong way.”

“Touche.” She replied and checked her cuff again – still dead. “If you can get maps – has Louis sent any more information yet?”

“Yeah, he’s sent through…” before he got any further, he’d placed a finger to her lips frowning. She went to protest, then realised he’d heard something. Nodding at him, he let his finger drop – her lips tingled slightly to her consternation. If his finger felt that nice imagine – no, no she would not imagine.

Suddenly she heard voices and they weren’t trying to be quiet, they had no idea Draco and Hermione were hiding behind a tree – which when Hermione looked properly, was not well hidden at all. She scoured the area for a moment; they were sitting ducks for anyone walking past. Then she saw something from the corner of her eye.

Grabbing Draco’s arm she pulled him towards another set of trees, indicating the growth around the bottom. As quietly as they could they slid under the large leafy plant and began to place fallen leaves over themselves. It was too late; the men came into view only a hundred metres away – in plain sight. If they looked up they would be staring straight into Hermione’s eyes; she hoped like hell they kept walking. Did they? No. Stupid Murphy’s law, Hermione thought, still trying to quietly cover herself.

Before Hermione could gulp in another shaky breath, Draco in one slick move flung himself over her body; trapping her underneath his. What they hell was he thinking? Then Hermione saw what he’d been lying on; a large sheet of mossy undergrowth which he’d managed to pull up and over them like a dirty sheet. The brilliant blue sky and sun became muted and their breathing seemed loud under the musty dirt strewn growth – but they were covered, that was the main thing.

“I swore I heard something over here.” A deep gruff voice spoke, merely metres away. Hermione involuntarily craned her head up trying to peek out; Draco stopped her with a curt shake of his head, eyes hard and glaring above her. She scowled, but knew he was right.

“Was probably a bird or an animal – place is full of them…being a forest and all.” Another voice mocked. “We’d better get back – the perimeter looks fine, no one’s been here. Bloody Claude is daft if he thinks anyone is coming to break in – place is tighter than a fucking prison.”

“Yeah, but if they have magic…”

“You idiot, that’s why we’re out here in the middle of bloody nowhere – can’t use magic – won’t work.”

Hermione listened intently hoping they would give something away; she was concentrating so hard she didn’t feel it at first. Then the pressure on her leg started to wriggle. She opened her eyes as wide as they would go and stiffened up so taut; Draco looked down in shock. She pleaded with her eyes for help; a snake – a damn snake was crawling against her leg. She hated snakes – no, not hated; was damn well petrified of them.

Her breathing started to come in sharper and Draco’s face took on a look of concern; she mouthed the word ‘snake’ and the panic started to take over in earnest. She knew the men were almost on them but she couldn’t help the shaking which started in her stomach and extended out, she bit her lip as she felt the reptile slide up further. Oh god, oh god; the mantra kept repeating in her mind.

Draco was frowning down at her telling her with his eyes to stay still and be quiet; she didn’t think she could. She would rather jump out and take her chances with the two hired goons than deal with the scaly creature which was trying to nudge its way under her shirt. She let out a small moan.

“Did you hear something?” The man spoke low; and she could hear footsteps as they looked around the area. The slithering began again and she lost it.

As she started to wriggle around, Draco clamped his legs down around her own and squeezed trapping her legs between his. The snake stilled, but she knew it was there and her breathing came again in small panicked gasps. They were about to be discovered and it was all her fault – but she had to get away from the snake – nothing on the entire planet could distract her from her goal of escape.

Before Hermione could form another coherent thought, soft slightly chapped lips fell onto hers; pushing hard. So hard, it was as if they were trying to keep the scream inside her throat; it worked. There was no movement at first, Draco merely pressed his mouth onto hers; she could only lay there in complete shock. What on earth was Draco Malfoy doing with his lips on hers?

What the fuck was he doing? Had he lost his mind? Yes, that was the only reasonable and viable answer he could come up with at the moment. The stupid chit had almost given away their position, all because she didn’t like snakes. Well, neither did he; but you didn’t see him panicking and ready to scream. It seemed like the best option in a pinch. Draco knew he was in trouble if kissing Granger was the first thought in his mind when trouble hit.

He could still hear the men nearby looking around; so he stayed as he was. This he told himself was the only reason he didn’t remove his lips from Grangers. It certainly didn’t matter to him that she was soft and pliable beneath his body. He felt a twitch in his pants and blamed it on the adrenaline.

Then Granger did something unexpected, and relaxed underneath him. He couldn’t help the involuntary response his body gave – he was only male after all. So he shut his eyes ready to pretend Granger was somebody else. His lips moved slowly at first, just a small nibble of her bottom lip; he felt her sigh deeply into his mouth as her own lips responded in kind and nipped him back. He felt a burning sensation race through his body at her small reaction.

Draco tried to think of anybody else; the hot blonde at his local supermarket; the big busted barmaid at the Magicians Inn, hell; he even thought about Pansy against his own better judgement. No matter what though; only one person stayed in his minds eye. Bloody Hermione Granger. It wasn’t enough that she’d forced this position on him – now she was making him think of her while they bloody kissed. It was not right and rankled him for some reason; she was the last person in the world he should be thinking about.

Then he knew why he was doing this – it had nothing to do with being attracted to her, because who in their right mind would find deep chocolate brown eyes, dark curls, quick wits and a body which quivered underneath his appealing? Not Draco Malfoy. He was merely proving a point. Once he realised the error of his wayward thoughts he relaxed into the kiss. He was merely proving to her – his manhood was not mouse-like.

Without preamble he shoved his tongue into her willing warmth, trying to shock her – it didn’t, the silly twat pushed hers back into his mouth. He kept the groan he almost let out in check, wouldn’t do for her to realise he’d almost enjoyed himself for a moment.

“Nah there’s nobody here; you’re imagining it – like I said, probably a small bird or the wind – come on, Claude will want another report on ‘nothing’ then we can have dinner – I’m starved.”

Draco almost jumped – he’d forgotten about the men no more than three feet away from his head. Their voices started to fade, and Draco slowly let his mouth trail off Hermione’s lips; not sure why he was lingering.

They waited another fifteen minutes making sure the men had actually truly gone, the whole time Granger had her eyes shut. Draco narrowed his eyes occasionally when he realised his gaze flicked to her lips every so often. This would not do. He didn’t like her, not at all. She was beneath him, and not just literally. He shifted slightly, glad his pants were ridiculously tight, if Granger knew how hard he was…

A thought hit; maybe he should make good on his threat, maybe she needed to be taught a lesson. He looked down at her; eyes hooded and weighed up his options. Begrudgingly he admitted she wasn’t terrible to look at, and she felt right – no, she felt okay under his body. He always liked getting the best of her – this way he could sleep with her and make her uncomfortable when ever they had to interact with each other in the future. It was a great plan. Draco ignored why he was so readily wanting to sleep with Granger – it was to show her who was boss; not some stupid reason like feelings.

Before he could make a start on the ‘Bedding Granger’ mission, she pushed him so hard he fell to the side; right onto the snake. With a yelp he jumped up to his feet; seeing a scaly tail disappear further under the tree. He sighed in relief and turned towards a furious looking Granger. Putting on his best suave smirk he looked down at her – and received a blow to his stomach. He managed not to double over; but it bloody hurt.

“You stupid…. - what the hell was that for?”

Hermione grabbed him by the collar and yanked his face towards hers. “If you ever kiss me without my permission again – I will kill you.”

With that, she stomped over to collect their bags from under the tree and proceeded to walk towards the compound. Draco stood there for a moment; the smirk still firmly in place. She was definitely fiery; he’d give her that; and this did not deter him at all. He loved a challenge and she had presented him with the mother of all challenges.

Hermione stalked through the forest absolutely furious. What made her even angrier was that she couldn’t actually pinpoint why she was so livid. Was it Draco kissing her; or was it her reaction to said kiss? She was having a terrible time trying to figure out exactly what she should be feeling. Revulsion – not yet, anger – she was well and truly there, lust – she didn’t want to admit if that was a factor yet.

She knew this was the wrong time to try and analyse it; but nobody told her brain and body this small fact; and that is all they wanted to focus on. Why the hell did he have to kiss her? She wasn’t stupid, she knew it had actually distracted her long enough so they didn’t get caught. Truthfully; she’d completely forgotten the snake was there for a few moments – her mind was taken up with another similar shaped object. It had completely shocked her; Draco Malfoy had gotten hard – because – he kissed her – surely not. She’d felt every contour and line of his cock as he pushed against her body. Hermione had an inkling he didn’t realise she’d felt his ‘interest’. If he did, he was hiding it behind a very good veneer of indifference. It made her dreams pale in comparison to the real thing. Not that she was in any way affected by either of these things. She almost face palmed herself at the huge lie she’d just told herself.

“Hold up, Granger.” Draco sped up until he was level with her. “Bloody hell, Louis is daft thinking this partnership would work.” Sighing loudly he ignored her grimace. “He’s sent through a little more information – but my cuff went off-line when we hid.”

The blush crept up on her face with no warning as she thought of what happened when they hid. She feigned a small quiet coughing fit to pretend that’s where the redness came from; her white skin was a shocking tell. She raised an eyebrow at him. “And…”

Glaring down at her again, he exhaled tightly through his lips. She knew she was being a cow, but Hermione was on a roll and didn’t know how to stop it; wasn’t even sure if she wanted too. The ruder she was the more he would get annoyed and the little kiss thing would be a distant memory over the layers of hate they had always had for each other. It was never hate, a voice floated past – yes it was, she told it teeth gritted. Draco was staring at her, one eyebrow crooked as she had a silent argument in her head. She became very annoyed at herself, oh for the love of god.

“Fine, what did Louis say, do we have a clue on what we are obtaining? Any idea on how many guards are here and what WAM are actually doing in the middle of a freaking magical dead zone? It feels bloody eerie not being able to grasp any form of magic.”

Draco fiddled with his cuff a moment and held his arm out to show her what was on the small screen. A picture of a handsome blue eyed man holding a small sealed vial filled with a bright blue substance took up the whole space. A small caption was typed in underneath – Dr Fabian Munroe, holding his prototype blood cure.

Hermione looked up and frowned. “Blood cure?” Draco scrolled down and she couldn’t help but gasp as she read the rest of the brief. It seemed this Dr Munroe had come up with a cure…to rid the blood of magic. “No way.” Hermione managed to breath, feeling her chest constrict. If this proto-type made it into the world, WAM could effectively manufacture more and rid the world of magic completely. Their ultimate goal – everybody equal. Hermione felt her stomach roil at the idea of losing her magic; it was who she was, her very essence. Without it, who would she be? She couldn’t think on it; it scared her.

“Well, at least we know what we are here for – the vial. If we find out that they have made more we need to hunt it down, Draco.” Her voice shook a little; and was completely surprised by a warm hand resting on her shoulder – almost as if to comfort. When she looked up, she saw Draco with a dark far-away expression on his face. He knew exactly what revulsion she was feeling, it was the only time she’d truly felt like her and Draco could actually be united and make this operation work. They had to – the wizarding world was counting on them; Louis sending his top two operatives in, now made sense.

They reached the compound not more than an hour later. Sneaking forward they ended up only a few hundred metres away from the first of the compound’s perimeter towers. WAM were serious Hermione thought; a little dismayed this wouldn’t be easy. WAM had the outer perimeter full of small wire-bomb traps, of which they’d found another four since the first one Draco almost tripped. Now they had to contend with barbed wire fifteen foot fences with damn guard towers positioned around the edge. They were also manned; she swore seeing a figure looking out of the box. Hermione and Draco lay belly down under a large tree; hidden behind gnarled roots which stuck up a good four feet out of the ground.

“We will have to wait for night to fall. Without magic to cover us; we need the darkness to hide.” Draco whispered.

Hermione nodded in agreement, thinking that even in the dark they were probably sitting ducks anyway. There were only minimal trees and shrubs between them and the first wall of the compound.

They carefully made a complete circle of the entire compound, not realising how big it actually was. It was close to a kilometre squared. How they were going to find one tiny vial in the entire place was going to take a full dose of Felix Felicis – if it would even work in this god-forsaken place. She glanced at Draco who was currently surveying the nearest guard tower, and finally admitted to herself she was probably with the best operative for the mission.

When they made it back to their gnarled tree roots, they sat for a good hour telling the other what they had seen on the surveillance walk. They had both noticed a weakness close to where they were hiding now. It was a large air-vent outlet on the west side; they agreed it was the best place to start. Trouble being – it was two stories up and on the roof. They continued to sit and come up with ideas on how to make it up the wall, all while watching out for guards patrolling on the roof itself.

“What do you think this building was originally?” Hermione asked after about half an hour of silence. She didn’t ask to break the awkwardness between them – because for some reason they had been sitting in quite companionable quietness. She was actually interested why such a large run-down building was in the middle of a forest.

“According to the map I was able to pull up we are in Russia somewhere – so I’d say it’s either a bunker for the extremely rich or an old military compound. I can guess which it will be if WAM has taken it over.” Draco leant over until his cheek was almost pressed against her own. She held a breath in. He pointed into the distance. “See over there?”

Hermione nodded mutely, wondering how on earth his hair remained so soft, as wisps brushed against her cheek. She was unhealthily obsessed with his hair she realised. “Yeah…”

“That’s where I’d say they brought prisoners in – you can see the separate enclosures where they held women and children separate from the men. I actually can’t believe the condition of this place – especially being in the forest – I’d have thought it would have deteriorated fifty years ago. Then again WAM could have had this place locked down since then.”

“How do you know so much about this? I’m pretty sure I remember Muggle Studies wasn’t up to your standards.” She was more than impressed at his knowledge, not that she would ever say it out loud. Hermione watched as he ducked his head slightly then met her eyes, she hated that her stomach flipped at the small glance.

“I may have feigned a small amount of indifference to the subject.” She let a small laugh out at his revelation. “It wasn’t all that horrific.” He admitted.

From the corner of her eye she caught Draco’s small half smile; then watched as it slowly turned into a frown. Hermione had no idea what was going through his head as he sighed heavily and rubbed his face. Did she say something wrong? Suddenly a look of complete arrogance took over. “But, why I’m telling you this, Granger; I have no idea. You don’t need to know, and it has no bearing on the situation at hand. Bloody nosey witch.”

Hermione felt her hackles rise and had to swallow down the retort she had on the tip of her tongue. Only because she wanted to yell at him; and that in turn would alert everybody in a 20km radius of their whereabouts. Instead she glared towards the compound not looking at him. Just when she thought he could actually be human under the arrogant conceited persona, he goes and rips away any illusion she had that they could get along. Freaking A-hole.

There was no more chit-chat for the next hour as the sky darkened above them like a storm cloud descending. It was only when the first huge drop hit Hermione’s hand; that she realised the sky had actually turned black and opened up with a downpour. They were soaked within a matter of moments.

Looking over at Draco, she saw him watching the compound like his life depended on it. His white blonde hair had darkened with the weight of the water which now sluiced down on them from the tree branches above. It plastered strands against his brow which he pushed back in irritation. Hermione’s heart thumped as she watched water bead down his face – crap; he was almost too handsome. Luckily she was not attracted to pricks whose personalities border-lined on vile. No – not at all, a little voice sing-songed. Shut-it, she retorted.

“This is perfect.” He whispered almost to himself. Then he rounded on her, his grey eyes alight with anticipation. “We can use this – look at the men; they’re running around like it’s never rained before. It’s getting dark; the rain makes visibility almost impossible and they are all distracted.”

Hermione watched for a moment and saw he was right – it was now or never. She tightened the straps of the rope she’d wound around herself for the twentieth time in an hour and checked her sabre and throwing knives. “Okay, let’s do this.”

They waited until two guards had passed by before creeping their way towards the fence-line. Draco knelt and pulled the wire up from the soggy ground; allowing Hermione to slip underneath; she held the fence while he followed. They crouched for a second before sprinting the three hundred metres to the wall. Hermione slammed her back against it; feeling the heat of the stones from the sunlight which had hit it all day. Looking over at Draco, he motioned with his hands at the small outpost building they had planned on climbing on top of. From there they would use their ropes and anchor to climb up the wall.

Just as they started towards it, two men walked around the corner. Hermione wiped water from her eyes and crouched; ready. The guards looked up in surprise at finding two strangers in their compound. Draco held his arm out and tried pulling Hermione behind him. What the hell was he doing? She wasn’t a bloody civilian needing to be coddled. Then she saw what was in one of the men’s hand – a gun. The most frustrating thing though – was Hermione’s first thought was not of danger to herself but of Draco trying to protect her. This was not a good sign – especially when the guard cocked the gun.

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