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Songs of Regret	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 76454 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from it. I also hold no rights to any of the songs mentioned. I make no money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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A/N: I apologize in advance if any of you have the name Merriwether. Nothing personal…I just have a bizarre dislike of it.
@Victoria: I was just waiting for someone to comment about that! This is the reasoning I came to... Draco's not counting the memory alterations as comparisons because A) everything Ron is doing in the memories, Draco actually did. Hermione is not making Ron do things any better or worse...it's just his appearance hiding Draco's. and B) he knows Hermione did not want to place Ron in those memories. But yes...it is surely a complete mind job, thus the extreme reaction.
@Anon: JK said Pansy was the anti-Hermione. I tend to agree. She might have good qualities…but frankly I don’t care. LOL
@eowynhp83: I’ve never seen Atonement but know that I prefer happy endings. That said, doesn’t mean a whole mess of sad dramatics won’t happen in the meantime.
Thanks for the reviews!
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Draco watched out the side of his eye as Hermione slid the note that’d landed on her desk down against her textbook in an attempt to keep McGonagall from noticing it.

He glanced back at their Transfiguration teacher as she walked about the room passing back their marked essays. It didn’t appear that she’d seen Ron lob the poorly folded missive.
Draco looked back to see Hermione reading the note with an exasperated smile and roll of the eyes. She glanced up at him.
“What?” Draco signed to her.
Hermione huffed and traced a small zigzag on her forehead and then knocked a knuckle on it once. “Harry and Ron.”
“Harry and Ron what?”
Hermione looked pointedly at his wrapped hand.
Draco smirked and lounged back in his chair right as McGonagall set down his essay in front of him.
“Superlative work, Mr. Malfoy,” she said as Draco casually looked down at the red ‘O’ written at the top of the parchment. He simply rolled it up and stuffed it in his bag.
“Still asking?” Draco signaled when McGonagall moved on. Hermione nodded as she squinted back down at Ron’s messy scribble.

Seriously. You’ve made us wait a whole day. Tell us what happened. PLEASE!?

Hermione glanced at McGonagall and grabbed her quill to hastily write her response.

I heard he tried to pet a dragon.

She bit her lip to try and suppress a grin as she waited for McGonagall to pass and then lofted the note back to Ron’s desk. She bent over and hid her face in her arms crossed over her desk to keep from laughing at the look on Ron’s face when he read it. Ron hastily scratched his quill to the parchment and then threw it back with a smirk of his own. Hermione straightened up and read it.

He would be that stupid.

She twisted her lip as she tried to think of a witty response when the note went zipping from her hand. She grasped for it comically in the air as it flew to Draco’s desk next to her. He clutched the note in his good hand and furtively checked to see that McGonagall was still handing back essays and stopping to talk briefly to each student about their marks. He leaned over toward Hermione.

“I Might Be Wrong, Granger,” he whispered with a quick wink and glance at McGonagall’s desk. Hermione blushed scarlet as Draco continued, “but I believe it’s against the rules to pass notes in class. Five points from Gryffindor.”
Theodore Nott snickered quietly from his desk behind Draco’s. Draco glanced back at him with a satisfied smirk before turning back to an irritated looking Hermione.
“You can’t dock points from us…we’re prefects,” she whispered back indignantly. Draco nodded at Harry.
“Potter’s not. I took them from him for allowing it to happen.”
Hermione slumped back in her chair with a huff, but she rubbed her finger down her nose. Draco tugged his ear and then waved at Ron and Harry with a smile and an exaggerated waggle of his fingers.
Nott had to cover his mouth to quiet another snicker when Ron fumed and Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco and the antagonizing gesture. Ron rolled his eyes and followed Hermione’s lead in slumping back in his chair.
“Falcons fan,” he muttered with a shake of his head.
“You have something you wish to say, Mr. Weasley?”
Ron snapped his face up at McGonagall as she stood over his desk. His eyes went temporarily wide and he sat up straight as he cleared his throat.
“Uh…no. No, professor.”
McGonagall raised an eyebrow at him and then looked at Harry, then Hermione, then Draco and Nott suspiciously before slowly returning her gaze to Ron. She hummed skeptically, but simply took the parchment from the top of the short stack remaining in her arm and laid it on his desk.
Ron looked down at the essay and his wary look melted at once. His face split with an enormous grin. He whooped out loud as he picked up the parchment and waved it at Hermione.
“I got an ‘E’!” he said excitedly. “And I got it all by myself!”
McGonagall allowed herself a brief amused smile, before setting her features back into her normally stern visage. “I should hope that you have been doing the entirety of your assignments ‘all by yourself’,” she said with a sharp look.
Ron flushed a little. “Of course, professor,” he replied sheepishly. McGonagall pursed her thin lips.
“Your essay was rather insightful, Mr. Weasley. Do keep up the excellent work.”
Ron’s jaw dropped at her statement and he nodded back mutely. He looked back down to his essay with a dazed expression as McGonagall walked to the next student. Hermione leaned toward him.
“I told you you were smart enough,” she whispered. Ron gave her a proud little smile that widened when he looked past her at Draco who was reading the note.
He watched as Draco furrowed his brow slightly and mouthed ‘stupid’ to himself. Draco glanced up at him.
“Stupid?” he mouthed again at him with a cocked eyebrow. Ron shrugged back with an ‘if the shoe fits’ expression. Draco casually flipped him the ‘V’ with a smile.
Ron simply settled comfortably down in his chair and looked back at his essay with a contented sigh while Harry smirked.
Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head as she thought exasperatedly to herself, “Boys…”
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“You’re really not going to tell us?” Ron whispered to Hermione as they exited the common room behind Harry and Ginny to head for lunch.
“I honestly don’t know why you’re so concerned,” Hermione said as she tromped down the stairs. Ron huffed.
“We just want to know. Obviously the dragon rumor is bogus. The salamander breeding one too,” he said with a thoughtful scowl.
“I rather like the salamander theory,” Hermione shrugged. “Apparently he was able to create a green variety that was volatile and attacked him. Kudos for originality to whoever came-up with that one.”
Ron growled in frustration. “Come on, Mione. What really happened to the ferr…to Falcon?”
“I still can’t believe you guys are calling him that,” Hermione said, choosing to ignore Ron’s near slip.
“Well, we’re certainly not calling that git Mr. Perfect anymore,” Ron said, wrinkling his nose. “And you’re changing the subject.”
“If you want to know so badly, you’re welcome to ask him yourself,” Hermione replied nonchalantly.
Ron scoffed. “Oh sure…Let me just stroll up to the Slytherin table and ask. I’m sure that will…”
“Ronnie!”
They all turned as Susan came jogging up from a side corridor to walk with them. She hooked her arm into Ron’s and pecked a quick kiss to his lips.
“Suz? I thought you were going to sit with Hannah for lunch today,” Ron said with a surprised look, instantly forgetting his conversation about Draco’s injury. Susan shook her head slightly.
“She’s having another bad day. Thank Merlin for Neville. He’s staying with her in our common room,” she replied sadly. “She’s been up and down since her parents had to go into hiding and he seems to be the only one that can calm her.”
“I never would have guessed that those two would get together,” Ginny commented idly. Susan nodded.
“I was surprised too, but they really are perfect together. They’re nearly inseparable. Neville’s almost always in our common room anymore.”
“Probably because of all the plants Professor Sprout has set around,” Ron added. “You know how he’s into Herbology and it’s like a bloody greenhouse in there.”
“I wondered where he was all the time,” Harry said, absentmindedly reaching for Ginny’s hand and entwining their fingers as they continued to make their way down the hall.
Hermione let her steps slow and she fell back as the others continued to converse lightly. She felt a pang of envy as she stared forward at the sight of Ron and Susan walking arm-in-arm and Harry and Ginny walking hand-in-hand while talking about Neville and Hannah spending time together so openly.
She clutched her locket and cast a longing gaze to the floor as she followed along.
“He’s missing you too, you know,” a soft, dreamy voice whispered. Hermione startled slightly as she looked to her left at Luna Lovegood who’d stepped into stride beside her. She felt a twinge of panic as she eyed the quirky blonde that was practically gamboling down the hall next to her.
“I…I beg your pardon?” Hermione asked warily. Luna smiled serenely.
“The boy…the one you keep hidden in that locket. He’s missing you just as much as you’re missing him.”
“What makes you think it’s a boy?” Hermione said, releasing her hand from her necklace.
Luna gave a happy little shrug. “The Fretsnips are purple when it’s about a girl,” she said matter-of-factly, “and the ones buzzing about you are yellow. Definitely a boy.”
Hermione frowned at her a little. “Fretsnips?”
“Oh yes,” Luna smiled, “They’re tiny fairy-like creatures that are attracted to lovesickness. And it’s hard to miss his purple ones flitting about the Slytherin table at meals. They’re quite beautiful really.”
Hermione stopped in her tracks. Luna stopped after a step as well and turned back to her.
“Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me. I’ve got Fretsnips of my own, you see,” Luna pointed above her head as she and Hermione began to walk again. “The only thing is…I can’t quite remember who it is that I’m lovesick for.”
“You’re lovesick?” Hermione asked, feeling a slight pang of guilt. Luna shrugged again.
“A bit. I have dreams about a man, though I can’t remember his name or his face. But I know we were together in a past life. And he will find me again in this one, but I think I will be waiting for many years. ”
Hermione looked sideways at Luna debating whether or not to tell her the name of the man she couldn’t quite remember. “If someone knew who he was, would you want them to tell you?” she asked quietly.
Luna shook her head. “No, I think I’d prefer the adventure of discovering him on my own,” she said, cupping a hand in the air near her face as if cradling a small invisible animal. “It’ll mean that much more when we find each other again…don’t you think?”
“I suppose,” Hermione said as they entered the Great Hall behind the others.
“Ooh, they have cupcakes today,” Luna said as she spotted the food already spread out over the tables. She gave Hermione a dreamy smile as a farewell before traipsing off to the Ravenclaw table. Hermione paused in the entryway and watched as Luna plopped happily down in a random seat and grabbed a cupcake in each hand. She twisted her lip thoughtfully and let her gaze travel over to the Slytherin table where Draco was already seated amongst his housemates.
The air was notably clear of purple fairies.
“Hermione?”
Hermione snapped her head in the direction of Harry’s voice to see him giving her an expectant look from their table. She puffed a breath and made her way over to the other side of it to take her usual seat next to Ron.
“Getting friendly with Looney?” Ron asked as he pulled a plate of sandwiches towards himself. Hermione snagged a sandwich off the plate and shrugged.
“She was informing me of my Fretsnip infestation,” she said as she then poured herself some juice.
“Fretsnips?” Harry asked with a grin.
“Apparently,” Hermione said, pretending to bat at an invisible bug buzzing around her. The others laughed lightly just as someone sat down heavily on Hermione’s other side. She glanced over and her smile turned into a pout. She rolled her eyes and tried to scootch closer to Ron as Cormac McLaggen placed both arms on the table and leaned forward to address Harry without a greeting.
“So, Potter…How’re these tryouts going to work tomorrow?” he asked loudly.
“The same as they go every year,” Harry answered calmly as he finished filling his lunch plate. “They start at nine. If you’re interested in trying-out we’ll have practice uniforms and brooms available in the locker room. Just go…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” McLaggen interrupted loudly, “I know about all that. I wanna know what you’re going to start us decent players off doing while you pretend to give the riff-raff a go.”
Harry scowled at him. “Riff-raff?”
McLaggen grabbed a cupcake and began pulling off the wrapping. “Yeah, you know the type. Anyway, as I’ll be your new Keeper, I wanna know what you’ll have me doing.”
Harry exchanged an annoyed look with Ron - who appeared to be somewhere between vomiting and exploding- and then looked back at McLaggen. “I will not be making any decisions about who makes the team until I see actual skill put to the test,” Harry said sternly, “And I intend to give anyone who comes to the tryouts a fair go tomorrow.”
McLaggen scoffed. “Yeah right. You expect us to believe that if someone like Granger here showed up you’d actually consider them?”
Hermione stiffened next to him, but calmly reached for her juice glass as Harry clenched his fists on the table.
“As a matter of fact, McLaggen, she will be trying-out tomorrow and I fully intend to consider her as a starting Chaser,” he said resolutely.
McLaggen snorted loudly.
“You have a problem with Hermione trying-out?” Ginny demanded with a challenging glare.
“No,” McLaggen said with a smirk, “I just find it hilarious that she thinks she could make the team.” Several faces frowned back at him, but he obliviously chuckled and stuffed his whole cupcake into his mouth.
“I’d wager that I have a better chance than you do,” Hermione said evenly, sipping lightly at her juice. McLaggen shook his head and swallowed obnoxiously.
“Not a chance, doll. Save yourself the embarrassment and just stick to what you’re good at…kissing arse and lookin’ pretty.” He winked at her.
“Hey!” Ron snapped defensively, slamming a fist to the table and leaning forward to glower at him. Hermione placed one hand to Ron’s shoulder as she turned toward the offending Gryffindor.
“It’s quite all right, Ronald,” she said calmly, “Cormac Merriwether McLaggen is a man with strong opinions and he’s welcome to them…however wrong they may be.”
There was a ripple of snickers around the table and Ron laughed out loud at the revelation of the name.
“Your middle name is Merriwether?” Ron guffawed loudly, drawing the attention of several people at the neighboring Hufflepuff table. “Never thought I’d meet someone with a middle name worse than mine,” he said gleefully, grabbing for a cupcake.
McLaggen turned beet red and glared at Hermione as the giggles and murmurs around them subsided. She shrugged at him mockingly before returning her attention to her lunch.
As she went to bite into her sandwich, a strong hand gripped her painfully hard around her upper arm and yanked her slightly sideways. She gasped loudly in surprise.
“How do you know those things about me!?” McLaggen demanded as he shook Hermione in his grasp. She scowled at him fiercely and pried at his fingers.
“Let go of me this instant,” she growled at him. McLaggen squeezed his hand tighter and shook her again.
“I wanna know who told you that!” he hissed at her.
“She asked to be let go of. You’ll want to listen to her,” Harry warned angrily. McLaggen looked away from Hermione to Harry and paled at the sight of him aiming his wand at him. McLaggen darted his eyes around the table to see Ron, Ginny, Susan, Dean, and Seamus all pointing theirs in his direction as well. He released her arm and slid a little ways away from her.
“Apologize,” Ron ordered and when McLaggen hesitated, Susan raised her wand a little higher.
“Now,” she added.
McLaggen scowled at them, but mumbled a forced ‘sorry,’ before getting up and stalking out of the Great Hall.
“I wouldn’t care if he was the best Keeper in the world,” Harry said as he glared at McLaggen’s retreating form, “I will never have that arsehole on my team.”
Hermione rubbed her arm as she also watched him leave and then with a start, snapped her attention to the Slytherin table. She breathed an audible sigh of relief when she saw Draco turned slightly and speaking calmly with Theodore Nott. He hadn’t seen.
“Falcon not see that?” Ginny whispered.
Hermione shook her head. “No, thank Merlin. That would have been bad.”
“Probably an understatement,” Ron muttered seriously as he unconsciously rubbed at his cheek. “Are you okay, Mione?” he asked, no longer whispering.
“I’m fine, Ron. Thank you,” she said, making sure to nod also at Dean and Seamus. They simply nodded back in silent solidarity.
“I can’t believe he actually grabbed you like that,” Susan commented with a slight shake of her head.
“Arrogant prick,” Ginny added as she too shook her head in disgust. She leaned forward against the table and looked Hermione square in the eyes. “And don’t you dare listen to him, Hermione. You have every chance of making the team tomorrow. You’re good.”
Hermione smiled weakly down at the table. “I don’t know,” she sighed, “Maybe he is right. No one is going to take me seriously as a Quidditch player.”
“Hey,” Harry said giving Hermione an encouraging grin, “The only person you’ll need to impress is me. And if you play anything like you did over the summer then I’m already up one bloody fantastic Chaser.”
Hermione blushed a little and Ginny leaned forward to whisper at her again. “And just think of Falcon’s reaction when you walk out in that uniform.”
“I am looking forward to that,” Hermione confessed with a sly grin.
“Did you tell him yet that you’re trying-out?” Susan asked, leaning forward as well. Hermione glanced over to the Slytherin table and smiled as she watched Draco take a bite of an apple.
“No,” she said quietly, “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
Draco looked up at her then and Hermione rubbed her nose. He gave her a long unreadable stare and Hermione started to worry that something was wrong until he finally tugged on his ear and went back to eating his apple.
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“Ahem.”
Hermione looked up from her book in alarm when she heard a man clear his throat in front of her and her eyes widened at the sight of Draco looking down at her.
"Geez, you scared me," she said with a panicky chuckle.
"How long have I been standing here?" Draco asked in an almost threatening voice. Hermione frowned and glanced around nervously.
"I already cast a Notice-Me-Not," Draco added when she looked at him uneasily. Hermione narrowed her eyes around them in the secluded corner of the library and gulped at the sight of the faint ripples of the privacy charm in the air. She looked back at Draco guiltily.
"Long enough, apparently," she whispered. "Why...why are you not in Herbology?"
"It doesn't fucking matter why I'm not in Herbology," he snapped, "What matters is you are being sloppy. Honestly, how did you ever survive the war?"
"What is wrong?" Hermione asked, closing her book in her lap and leaning forward.
"What's wrong?" Draco chuckled disdainfully. "What's wrong is you are being careless. I've been watching you for twenty minutes. I was able to sneak up on you and cast a fucking spell without you noticing anything and you ask me what's wrong?"
"Draco..." Hermione said softly setting the book aside, "What. Is. Wrong?"
Draco scowled at her. "Are you going to ask a Snatcher 'what's wrong' when you're fucking attacked?"
Hermione exhaled a troubled breath and slumped back in her chair. "Draco, I'm at school. I'm not going to get snatched or..." she paused and groaned internally, "...attacked."
She noticed as Draco's nostrils flared and eyes narrowed slightly at the last word.
"You saw him, didn't you?" Hermione asked seriously.
"Saw who?" Draco asked impassively.
"I'm not hurt," Hermione said quietly. "It was nothing."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Hermione frowned at him. "Draco..."
"What?" he spat as he plopped down in the chair next to her.
"I love you."
Draco's demeanor changed instantly as he sank back into the chair and rubbed his face roughly with his good hand. He let it fall into his lap and then closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Hermione watched him silently for a moment and then laid her hand delicately on his thigh. His hand slipped over it and squeezed.
“You shouldn’t.”
Hermione rubbed her thumb against his hand. “I shouldn’t what?” she asked quietly. Draco opened his eyes and looked at her.
“You shouldn’t love me,” he answered solemnly, “I’m not a good person.”
“I don’t have much of a choice at this point,” Hermione said with a small smile, “and I really wish you’d stop calling yourself a bad person. You’re no worse than the next man.”
Draco shook his head slightly. “You have no idea what I’m capable of. If anyone ever hurt you…” He paused and gave her a significant look. “You wouldn’t think I was a good man after they found that person…if they found him.”
Hermione raised her other hand to cup his cheek. “No one is going to hurt me.”
“No?” Draco raised his eyebrows at her. He pulled his hand free of hers and lightly grasped her upper arm exactly where McLaggen had. She winced and Draco let go with a disgusted sneer. “Not hurt at all…”
Hermione resisted the urge to rub at her bruised arm and simply took Draco’s hand again. “Wanting to protect me does not make you a bad person. Shite, I broke Ron’s face trying to protect you. And there is nothing that you could do that would ever make me stop loving you.”
Draco made a disbelieving snort and Hermione moved from her chair to crawl up into his lap. She straddled him on her knees in his chair and placed both hands to his face to stare him in the eyes.
“Nothing,” she repeated firmly. She pulled his head forward and kissed his forehead. Draco wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He buried his face into the side of her neck.
“He made me an officer,” he whispered so quietly Hermione barely heard him. She slipped her hands behind him and rubbed at his back but said nothing. “Ever wonder why Sev is so angry all the time?” he mumbled. “Do you not understand what He expects his officers to do?”
Hermione closed her eyes as she hugged herself closer to him. “I don’t want to talk about this right now,” she said gently. They fell into a heavy silence as they simply held each other in the dark corner of the library. After several minutes, Hermione finally pulled back. She smiled at him and pushed his hair off his forehead.
“So why aren’t you in Herbology?”
Draco shrugged a little as he rubbed a fold of her robes in his fingers. “Told Professor Sprout that my hand hurt too much. I’m supposed to be in the hospital wing.”
Hermione carefully picked up Draco’s wrapped hand and cradled it in her lap. “This hurt?” she asked with a glance to it. He shook his head.
“I’m a little surprised that Professor Sprout just let you leave class and believed you’d actually go to the hospital wing,” Hermione said with an accusing grin.
“She didn’t. She sent Nott with me,” Draco answered, watching Hermione trace a finger over one of his bandages. “But he was just as happy to skive off for a bit. He left me at the main entrance – just told me to make sure I didn’t get caught.”
Hermione hummed. “He’s been rather friendly with you lately…” she said thoughtfully.
“Theo and I actually go way back,” Draco replied.
“I don’t remember you two being very close last time. Though I suppose I didn’t really know either of you very well back then,” Hermione said as she set down his hand. Draco sat back a little and ran his good hand up and down Hermione’s side lazily.
“He did mostly keep to himself last time, but he…” Draco thought for a moment and then sighed a little, “We grew-up together. We played together at the Manor. We were really close. But then when we started school, he got quiet - started to be distant with me. He still talked with me now and then, but it was never the same.”
“What do you suppose happened to make him change toward you?” Hermione asked curiously.
Draco furrowed his brow a little. “I don’t think he likes Crabbe or Goyle. When they started hanging around me…that’s when he stopped coming around.”
“And you haven’t been hanging around with them lately,” Hermione said sagely. A dark look crossed Draco’s face.
“I have no desire to be near them.”
Sensing that Draco was about to slip back into a dark state of mind, Hermione removed herself from his lap and stood. She grabbed his right hand and tugged at him to get up as well. Draco looked up at her and exhaled deeply before standing.
“Is this the point where you tell me to get back to class?” he asked drearily.
Hermione released his hand. “No, our free period is next,” she answered with a saucy leer. “So, this is the point where I tell you to get your pale, sexy arse to our room.”
Draco raised an eyebrow at her. “Oh, really?”
She nodded.
“And if I don’t want to?” he challenged. Hermione reached forward and pulled open his robes.
“I don’t think I care what you want,” she said casually as she pressed her hands to his chest and then ran them downward. She hooked a finger into his belt and tugged. “I want you inside me.”
Draco growled low in his throat. “Witch…you are playing with fire,” he warned, his eyes gone black.
Hermione yanked his shirt up slightly and slipped her palms against his hard abdomen. Draco sucked in a hiss as she leaned forward. “I tame fire,” she said through her teeth.
In one swift movement, Hermione found herself tossed over Draco’s shoulder. She let out a squeal and he smacked her arse.
“Quiet,” he ordered. Hermione stilled and grinned to herself as Draco wrapped his left arm around her legs to hold her up, pulled his wand with his right, and twirled it. Hermione shivered slightly at the sensation of the Disillusionment charm he cast settling over them and then clutched her hands against his back as he started toward the exit.
Hermione marveled at the shimmery ripples around them as he hauled her through the nearly empty halls of the castle. Draco’s spell was powerful. If anyone did look in their direction all they’d be able to see would be a distorted image of the surrounding area.
Draco whispered the password to the silver queen tapestry a minute later and then hefted Hermione into their room. He stalked to the curtained doorway of the bedroom, pushed through it and threw her down on the bed.
Hermione felt her heart begin to race as she tried to scramble a little ways up the mattress as Draco bore down on her. He straddled her and held her in place with his legs. He stared down at her and Hermione nearly gasped at the desperate look on his face.
“Tame me,” he breathed, leaning down to inhale her scent from her neck. Hermione shuddered and then fisted her hands in Draco’s soft hair. She yanked his head up roughly and he hissed again just before she captured his lips with her own.
She gripped her fists tighter against his scalp as she devoured his darkness and he bucked up to press into her. Hermione bit his bottom lip as the Hucci Remix of Meg Myers’ Desire began playing. Draco pulled back abruptly and pulled out his wand. He went to wave it but Hermione snatched it from him and sat up. She grabbed him by his tie and pulled hard on it to force him down. She pushed him roughly onto his back and then swung her leg over to now straddle him.
Draco breathed heavily as he watched Hermione flick his wand above him. At once he was naked and restrained against the bed. Hermione leaned down to purr in his ear.
“You know the rules.”
Draco moaned and Hermione grinned as she chucked his wand aside and descended upon him.
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Hermione lazily drew circles over Draco’s bare chest with her index finger as she gave a sated sigh. Draco stilled her hand with his own over it as he stared at the high ceiling of their room.
“How do you do it?” he asked quietly.
“Do what?” Hermione replied, nuzzling her face against his shoulder.
“Know exactly what I need? Know exactly what to do and say to get me to calm down?” He looked down at her. “Know exactly what songs to play?”
Hermione propped herself up on her elbow to look back at him. “We’re soul mates,” she answered, moving her hand to rest over his heart. She sighed at the feel of his steady pulse beneath her palm. “I just know.”
Draco kissed the top of her head. “You always have been an insufferable Know-It-All,” he teased. Hermione settled back down against him with a smile.
“You still love me,” she whispered.
“You have no idea,” Draco whispered back, running his finger up and down her bare spine. He sighed as he laid his head back and stared at the ceiling again. “Can we just stay here all weekend?”
“Sadly, no,” Hermione answered as she closed her eyes at the pleasure of Draco’s light touches.
“Why not?”
“Well, for starters, we have Occlumency tonight…”
“No,” Draco interrupted.
“No?” Hermione parroted. She felt Draco shake his head against the bed.
“No lesson tonight. I’m still not…I think a few extra days to recover from the stress of Wednesday’s lesson would do us all good.”
Hermione nodded in silent agreement.
“So why else can I not keep you confined naked to this bed until Monday morning?” Draco asked.
“Quidditch tryouts,” Hermione said simply. Draco groaned.
“Shite…I’m not looking forward to faking my way through choosing my team on Sunday. I already know who I want.”
Hermione sat up. “I wasn’t talking about the Slytherin tryouts,” she said, running her hand across her scalp to tousle her mussed hair. “I meant Gryffindor’s tryouts tomorrow morning.”
“Why do I care about Potter’s tryouts?” Draco asked, sitting up as well. Hermione hugged her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them.
“You should care because you’re the captain of the rival team,” she said. “You should be there to scope out your future opponents.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “I already know who’s going to make the team.”
Hermione shook her head. “Nothing is guaranteed to happen the same here. You should go and watch. You never know who might just show up and give it a go this time.”
“Are you going to watch them then?” Draco asked, leaning back on his good hand. Hermione hid her grin against her knees and nodded. “You better come watch mine too,” Draco added.
“Of course,” Hermione replied as she lifted one hand to tousle her hair again. Draco watched her do so and caught sight of the bruise on her upper arm. He glared at the mark as Hermione spoke again.
“So the weekend’s out for staying here, but we could skip dinner and stay here tonight,” she suggested cheerfully. She glanced back at him and he darted his eyes from her arm to her face.
Draco forced a smile and then a convincingly disappointed pout. “Actually, now that I think about it, I had already planned to spend a fair portion of the evening working on that damn Vanishing cabinet.”
Hermione frowned a little. “I thought you were only pretending to work on it.”
“I am,” Draco said, sitting up straighter, “but my memories of fixing it last time aren’t as clear as I’d like. I’m only going to do enough to refresh them in case You-Know-Who asks to see my progress. I’ll probably head there straightaway after dinner.”
Hermione pouted back at him a little, but moved to crawl up and straddle his lap. “Well, then,” she said with a bite to her lip, “we better make good use of the time we have left.” He smirked at her and she leaned forward to lick and kiss at his neck.
Draco wrapped his arms around her back but his smirk faded as he glared down again at the bruise on her arm. “Hermione?”
“Yes?” she mumbled, face still at his neck.
“What percentage of the body is made up of water?”
“About sixty,” she answered between kisses. “Why?”
“Just curious,” he said and then rolled her onto her back and went to work on making her play another set of songs.
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Draco leaned against the wall of the hallway, lazily watching the other students as they exited the Great Hall after dinner. He nodded at Nott as the dark-haired boy caught his eye and made his way over to him.
"Having fun?" Nott asked dryly as he leaned against the wall beside him. Draco shrugged a shoulder as he continued to narrow his eyes over the thinning crowd.
"Not yet," Draco replied coolly. Nott looked sideways at him.
“You look like you’re plotting murder.”
Draco rolled his wand in his fingers as he stared at the Great Hall doorway. “Well shite…I guess I’d better work on being less transparent.”
Nott scoffed a laugh and grinned. "So…More ‘business’ tonight or do you think you could pull yourself away for a bit? Harper's got a poker game set up and Zabini smuggled in some Ogden’s."
"You know I appreciate a good game of cards," Draco said, never looking away from the doorway. "Count me in, though I may need to buy-in late.”
"Do I dare ask why?" Nott asked in a slightly amused, slightly bored tone. Draco hesitated to respond as his eyes dilated and locked on to his target as the boy finally came out of the hall.
"I'm going to put a few of my Death Eater skills to the test," Draco answered in a voice that wiped the casual smile off of Nott's face.
"What do you mean you're..."
But Draco had already kicked off the wall and was weaving amongst the other students with his eyes trained on the back of Cormac McLaggen’s head.
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