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“Come on woman, we’re going to be late!” Draco growled as he slipped his cloak on.

“Keep your shirt on, I’m almost done,” Hermione chided and twisted her hair into a tight bun, locking it in place with her wand.

“You’ve been saying that for the last ten minutes,” Draco whined. “We’re going to be late and I want to start the test now.”

“Then go on. I’m a big girl. Believe it or not, I am capable of walking down stairs all by myself,” Hermione sniffed.

“I want to walk with you,” Draco pouted.

“Then you’ll wait,” Hermione quipped and slipped on her cloak. “There, was that so bad?”

“Yes,” Draco said with a mock glower.

“Prat.” Hermione chuckled and smacked him in the shoulder. “Let’s go then.”

They made their way down to the DADA classroom under disillusionment charms. It was Friday and Draco had completely healed from his torture at the hands of Voldemort. They’d worked all week to create the poison Harmony thought Dumbledore would most likely consume so they could test it on the niffler. They’d been overjoyed that the little creature had woken up completely unharmed. They’d monitored it closely for the past few days to make sure there were no side effects. Today was the day they’d try the test with the bezoar.

“Good morning,” Melody chirped as they shuffled into the classroom. “How’s the happy couple?”

“Running late,” Draco growled.

Hermione shot him a dirty look. “We wouldn’t have been late if someone would have kept their hands to themselves.”

Draco smirked. “Completely worth it.”

Melody giggled. “I’m sure it was. Now, everything’s all set up in Sev’s chambers. We’ll do the testing there in case Harry and Ginny show up.”

“And the reason we can’t tell him all of this is….” Hermione huffed as she followed Melody.

“Because when the time comes, it’s got to be believable,” Melody said softly. “Everyone has to believe and then we’ll convince just those who need to know of the truth.”

Hermione nodded sadly. She hated the idea of keeping this from them but she knew that it had to be believable and the best way was for no one to know the truth. Harry had really stepped up since he’d been informed of where he stood. He and Ginny had showed up diligently every morning and evening for training. His animagus form was still not forthcoming but Melody said she didn’t expect him or Ginny to get it as quickly as she and Draco did. Part of it was because of the nature of their magic and the other part was due to their emotional states at the time.

Things had changed so quickly in the space of five days. Melody had started Harry on wandless exercises instead of working solely on separating out his magic. Her reasoning was that losing his wand was much more likely than losing control. Harry hadn’t done well at first but now he could manage a simple levitation spell and that made Hermione ridiculously happy.

Hermione and Draco worked on long distance lending. Melody had wanted them to have a chance to fully recover, both physically and through the bond before they tried something more taxing. Since their occlumency had held up so well, she only hit them with it every now and then, always unexpectedly and they never let her in. The next item on the training agenda was to explore the bond in intimate detail and see if there was a way to either cut off the duel feelings or separate the feelings from their mind like Draco had done many times before. It was a rather scary thought.

“Earth to Hermione,” Melody said loudly as she waved a hand in front of Hermione’s face. “Come in Hermione!”

“Sorry,” Hermione said, jumping at the interruption. She’d been a million miles away, lost in her thoughts. “Just thinking.”

“I know it’s hard sweetie but we’ll get through it,” Melody said softly. “Now, the poison has been cooling on the rack for the past few hours so it will be ready to administer to the niffler now. The thought is that it needs to be poisoned and left that way for at least half an hour before the bezoar is administered.”

“Won’t the poison kill it before then?” Draco asked in alarm.

“Unfortunately not,” Melody frowned. “IF Harmony is right, this poison is designed to torture the victim with deeds from the past. It slowly works through the body, shutting down only motor function until the victim is subject to their own horrific nightmares. Only after a few weeks of this agony are they allowed to die. It’s a cruel death but Sev believes that the bezoar should stop the effects until we can administer the antidote.

“But we won’t be able to administer it will we?” Hermione asked worriedly. “I mean, he’ll be dead for all points and purposes. It would be hard to treat that.”

“True.” Melody nodded in acknowledgement. “However, Merlin’s potion puts the body in a sort of stasis. We can treat the poison intravenously and cast a blood circulation charm on him to stop the poison from spreading while he’s under the influence of Merlin’s potion. That’s also something we’re going to try with the niffler. It’s going to be a long week.”

Draco couldn’t agree more. The past five days had been hell. First of all, the pain of regrowing his ribs was something he could most definitely live without. Then there had been their inabilities to control the vampire thrall so he’d had to put up with girls hanging all over him. It was worse watching Hermione fight off the boys and being unable to help. He’d wanted to rip more than one throat open for trying something with his wife.

The most annoying factor was the fact that he couldn’t seem to get enough of Hermione. It really wasn’t a problem per say. If he could spirit them away and shag her all day long every day, he’d be the happiest man alive but that was the problem. He couldn’t. There was always someone watching them, namely Pansy Parkinson. Blaise and Theo had helped him thwart her but she was relentless, accusing him of finding another woman. He’d laughed in her face when she’d first told him that. Oh how he wished he could tell her just to see the look on her pug-face.

“Draco,” Melody huffed exasperatedly. “Honestly, you two wander off more than any other people I’ve ever met and that is saying something.”

“Sorry,” Draco said sheepishly. “Are we testing then?”

“Yes!” Melody shrieked. “Merlin’s saggy left nut, if you two don’t get your heads in the game I’m going to personally kick both your asses and string you up naked in front of the DADA class.”

“Yeah right,” Draco sneered.

Melody cocked an eyebrow. “You honestly think I won’t?”

Draco paled slightly but held his ground. “Aren’t we supposed to be testing?”

Melody quirked her lip in amusement at his obvious attempt to change the topic. “Draco, you wrestle the niffler. Hermione, you administer the potion. Be careful not to get any on you. It isn’t toxic if it’s spilled on the skin but it’s harder to clean off your hands than tar and you could accidentally ingest some of it.”

It was slow going, the niffler being quite agitated from his last round of testing and subsequent caging for a week. However, they got it done and Melody even tossed it a few pieces of Leprechaun gold as a reward before they watched the poison take effect. At first, the niffler cried out as if watching some type of horror. Then it hit its water bowl and drained it, begging for more. Finally, it slumped down and shivered for a bit. Melody held out a little gold necklace to lure the creature forward so they could administer the bezoar. It slowly crawled, acting as if someone had put lead in its little tail. Eventually, it made it but it collapsed. Melody stuffed the bezoar down its throat and they watched with baited breath as it quit shuddering.

“Give him the potion now,” Melody breathed.

The niffler greedily sucked the potion down. A few minutes later, he fell over, as if dead. A spell revealed that its heart quit beating and then returned with a dull thud, enough to fool a life detection charm.

“Now we wait,” Melody said shakily. “Back to the classroom. I think Harry and Ginny are already probably there. Hopefully Sev hasn’t killed them yet.”

“I didn’t even see him leave,” Draco mused.

“He was roosting in the rafters when you two came in.” Melody giggled. “He wanted to see if you’d notice him. You two haven’t really been all that observant this week.”

Draco’s face fell. “Shite.”

“Hey, it’s understandable,” Melody said, fingering her neck. She’d started wearing the collar all the time now and only made a show of disillusioning it when a known Dark Lord sympathizer was in their midst. It made the slave story more believable while leaving the rest of the class in the dark. She’d take it off before she left at night but they could tell it was wearing on her to have to keep up the charade. Luckily, the marks on her back had healed completely. The one thing they didn’t heal was Severus’s fang marks in her back, just in case they had to recreate the wounds. She said it made Alex a bit nuts in the bedroom too which suited her just fine.

They went through Snape’s office to the classroom entrance so they wouldn’t have to be seen in the halls. Hermione had barely walked through the door to the classroom when she had to duck and cast a shield charm as a desk went sailing by her head.

“Sorry Mione!” Harry called and grinned sheepishly, pointing to the desk where his wand was.

“Focus Potter!” Snape snapped, aggravated by Harry’s lack of attention.

“I am! She just startled me,” Harry said defensively.

“Do you honestly think that you’ll have a chance to center yourself after every spell on the battlefield?” Snape asked incredulously.

“Well, no,” Harry grumbled.

“Then you’d best learn to deal with distractions! Again!”

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The day passed by rather slowly, the nervousness of conducting the first test on the niffler weighed heavily on Hermione’s mind. It was added to the fact that Lavender had plopped down at lunch and announced that her precious Won-Won would be getting out of the hospital wing tonight. Hermione had gone with Harry to visit him Monday night but her presence was met with stony silence. She hadn’t been back since and she was nervous about how he would act now. They couldn’t afford for him to give them away.

‘Knut for your thoughts?’ Draco’s voice broke through her mind.

‘Just thinking about later,’ Hermione thought back, picking at her steak and kidney pie. Dinner wasn’t all that appealing.

‘Fuck Weasley,’ he growled. ‘Actually, don’t. The thought of him touching you makes me sick. If he can’t accept that you’re with me, then that is his problem.’

‘He’s still my friend Draco,’ Hermione chided.

‘He can be your friend all he wants,’ Draco scoffed. ‘But ONLY your friend. You are mine and he needs to accept that. If he wants to act like a stupid git, you shouldn’t get all worked up about it.’

‘So I am your possession then?’ Hermione growled.

‘No. You are my WIFE,’ Draco snapped.

‘But he doesn’t know that and I feel horrible for keeping it from him,’ Hermione said, fighting tears.

‘It’s necessary sweetheart. Weasley hasn’t been trained in occlumency and I doubt he could keep his big gaping mouth shut if he knew the entire truth.’

‘He could be trained.’

‘Then train him for fucks sake or ask Melody if she can.’ Draco sighed, exasperated. ‘But Hermione, you can’t just force him to accept everything. He’s got to do it all on his own.’

‘Don’t you think I know that?’ Hermione yelled and he winced, drawing a few curious glances his direction.

‘Geez, sorry I said anything,’ Draco mumbled and shut off their connection completely. He had a raging headache now. Her thoughts had centered on the weasel most of the day and it was sickening. That read headed git might have been her friend but he wanted so much more and the thought that Hermione might still want him caused his heart to skip a beat. Feeling his appetite leave, he pushed his plate away and stalked out of the great hall. He had to do some work on the cabinet anyway.

Hermione felt the loss immediately. She hadn’t meant to yell but he was starting to grate on her nerves. Didn’t he realize that she could be potentially losing a friend, one she’d had for six years? Why did he have to act like a jealous wanker all the time? This week had been the worst. He was constantly on edge, hexing various boys when he thought she wasn’t looking. It wasn’t her fault that they couldn’t seem to control the thrall. She was just as angry with all the girls draping themselves over him but she chose to be mature about it and not say anything. Tears of frustration sprung to her eyes.

“Hey Mione.” Ginny said softly. “Are you okay?”

“Yes of course,” Hermione’s voice quivered and a few people looked up at her. “I’m just tired.”

“You aren’t,” Ginny said with a look that told her she’d better not argue. “Come on, let’s have a chat.” She said, standing up and dragging Hermione out of the hall behind her.

Hermione went willingly. She wasn’t hungry anyway. Ginny dragged her back to the abandoned classroom that she’d visited more times than she’d like and pushed her in, locking the door behind her. At least she’d thoroughly scourgified the room before. There would be no looking at horrible reminders this time.

“Spill,” Ginny said, plopping her down on a desk and taking the one beside it.

“It’s nothing Gin,” Hermione sighed.

“You don’t cry for nothing,” Ginny admonished. “You were practically a water fountain when you first were stuck with Malfoy and that was something major. I haven’t seen you cry since you thought Melody was dead.”

“Oh Gin,” Hermione said, giving up. “It’s just…well, Ron won’t talk to me and Draco’s been horrible this week and I yelled at him a minute ago and he shut me out and left.”

“Whoa, back up,” Ginny said. “You need to stop worrying about my brother. If he wants to pout like a two year old, that’s his problem.”

“That’s what Draco said,” Hermione huffed. “He went on a tangent about me being his and that Ron needs to get over it.”

Ginny shrugged. “He’s right you know. You belong to him.”

“I am not a belonging,” Hermione hissed vehemently.

“You are to a Slytherin,” Ginny said softly. “Think about their natures. They are extremely possessive and overprotective of what they consider theirs. You are his wife so in his mind, you belong to him. I’m sure he feels threatened by Ron and that’s why he’s having a hard time dealing with your obsession with him.”

“I am not obsessed with Ron,” Hermione said hotly.

“Aren’t you?” Ginny asked softly. “What have you been thinking of all day?”

A tear fell down Hermione’s cheek. “Ron, but I thought of other things too.”

“Yes but what did he pick up on?”

“Ron.” Hermione sniffled. “It isn’t like that though. I don’t fancy him that way anymore. It’s just, I don’t want to lose him and he won’t talk to me.”

“My brother is a stupid git. Hermione, you know Ron’s a hothead. If he decides he isn’t going to talk to you, Merlin himself couldn’t get him to. He’s just going to have to come to terms with it. Obsessing about it is only going to hurt you and Malfoy.”

“So what am I supposed to do?” Hermione cried in despair.

“Focus on winning the war,” Ginny said in a low voice. “He’ll come around when he comes around and if he doesn’t; well that’s his loss isn’t it?”

Hermione nodded sadly and let the tears fall. “It still hurts. He still hurts.”

“Well, Ron is hurt but I think that out of everyone, you and Draco have sacrificed more than most. Well, except for Harry but you know what I mean.”

“Oh, we haven’t even come close.” Hermione said, thinking about Snape and his suffering at the hands of Voldemort since before they had been born. She thought about all those years Melody and Harmony had been attacked by greedy muggles. James and Lilly had sacrificed their lives along with so many others. “What right do I have to feel sorry for myself?”

“I think everyone has a right to feel sorry for themselves. They just shouldn’t wallow in it. You and Malfoy didn’t have a choice. It was a do or die thing so you should quit feeling guilty about that right now. Let my brother work through his anger issues on his own and focus on the tasks at hand. Now, moving on, why was Malfoy so horrible this week? From what I saw, he could hardly keep his hands off of you and you were more than willing to participate.”

Hermione blushed at Ginny’s dig. She and Harry had walked in on her and Draco in more than one compromising position the past week, including being privy to all of their sounds while they had a moment to themselves in a storage closet. “He’s been hexing every boy who dares to look at me when my back is turned.”

“And,” Ginny drawled.

“And they all think I’m doing it. He’s making me a pariah!”

Ginny cocked her head and then a knowing grin snuck up on her face. “You like the attention.”

“No!” Hermione protested.

“Yes.” Ginny laughed. “You do! For the first time, you aren’t that bushy haired girl behind the books and you like it.”

Hermione blushed. “I, well, it’s nice but it’s not like I’m encouraging them.”

Ginny had tears streaming down her face she was laughing so hard. “Of course not, but you’ve got to see why it would bother Malfoy.”

“Not to the point that he’s let it,” she grumbled, not at all amused at Ginny’s outburst.

“Hermione, have you ever noticed just how protective he is of you?”

“More like possessive.”

“No,” Ginny said softly, sobering. “Mione, he would do anything for you. He’s not just possessive. You should have seen him when you were attacked that one day. It looked like he was going to split apart at the seams. Then, that night in the ROR when we told Harry everything, you should have seen his face when he was thinking about you having to take the pain; it was the most haunted look I’ve ever seen. Hermione, he loves you.”

Hermione viciously swiped a tear from her face. “Then why does he have to act like an arse all the time.”

“Because he’s Malfoy?” Ginny smiled softly. “He’s changed so much Mione but he’s always going to be an arrogant arse. You can’t ask him to completely reinvent himself.”

Hermione ducked her head. “I don’t want him to reinvent himself. I just wish he could keep his temper in check. I’m tired of him hexing people for daring to look at me and I’m tired of him goading Harry and Ron and I’m tired of him…” Her voice broke. “I’m tired of them.”

“Them…the other girls?” Ginny asked cautiously.

Hermione nodded her head. “They’re always there, following him, draping themselves all over him, trying to get his attention. It hurts.”

“They haven’t yet,” Ginny said softly. “He hasn’t even given them a second glance.”

“Yet,” Hermione choked out.

“Ever,” Ginny said sternly. “You’re in this together forever. He’s not going to leave you.”

“Because he can’t,” Hermione said gravely.

“Because he doesn’t want to,” Ginny said, standing up and grabbing her in a bear hug. “Mione, snap out of this. I haven’t seen you this messed up since you were in this room the first time. What is wrong with you?”

“I’m scared.” Hermione’s voice wavering. “He thinks I still want Ron. It’s tearing him up inside even though he tries to hide it but there’s nothing I can say that will convince him that I don’t want Ron that way anymore.”

“Have you just let him see into that part of your mind?” Ginny asked curiously.

Hermione shook her head. “We agreed to keep a small part of ourselves secret. I don’t want him to see that part.”

“Why not? If you don’t want Ron that way, he’ll see that.”

“Yes but he’ll also know just how much I…”

“Just how much you love him? How crazy it makes you when you see those other girls? Would it be so bad?”

“I just, what if…what if Ron’s right? What if he?” Hermione burst into tears.

“Trust me Mione. My brother is wrong. The way Malfoy looks at you, I’ve only ever seen that look a few times. It’s real Hermione. It’s real,” Ginny said, rocking her friend back and forth.

“He’s mad at me,” Hermione gasped. “I yelled at him and he shut me out and stormed off. I don’t know where he is.”

Ginny snorted. “That’s not too hard to figure out is it? Where does he ALWAYS go?”

“He’ll have the room charmed to keep everyone out,” Hermione said in despair.

“Tell you what?” Ginny said, letting her go and hopping off the desk. “Go to the prefect’s bathroom. Get cleaned up and then meet me in the DADA classroom. We’ll get this worked out tonight.”

“You must think I’m an idiot,” Hermione hiccupped.

Ginny laughed. “No, I think you’re in love. No one ever said it was a smart emotion. People in love do truly stupid things. I don’t think two of the most brilliant people I know are immune to that. Snape certainly wasn’t.”

Hermione whipped her head up. “What do you mean?”

“Oh come on Mione. It’s not that hard to figure out. Snape doesn’t let anyone in because he was burned really badly when he was younger. I’m not sure who she was, although I have a theory, but he wouldn’t act that way if he hadn’t. Alex said it took Melody eleven years to get Snape to care for her and another six on top of that to admit it. Now he’s with Celeste but he’s just as guarded. I’d say love burned that man so badly that he isn’t willing to risk his heart again.”

“Close,” Hermione said softly. “I think he might try again.”

“After how long?” Ginny asked curiously.

“Too long,” Hermione said softly. “I’ll meet you in the classroom okay?”

Ginny grinned wickedly. “Yes ma’am.”

“And they say I’m scary,” Hermione mumbled as she spelled her face clear and left. She heard Ginny’s cackle all the way down the hall.

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“This is stupid!” Draco screamed as he threw something else across the room. He’d been in the ROR for a while now and had managed to cast all but the last few spells to make the cabinet work. He had to show progress so he’d sent an apple through and called it back. It had a bite taken out of it. So it worked for inanimate objects. He wasn’t willing to test it on anything living yet. Rushing the inevitable was not on his to do list.

Draco screamed again as he hurled a chair across the room. He was angry, not only at Hermione but at himself. He knew he was being a grade A arse but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was tired of her focusing her attention on that red headed wanker. Truth be told, he was terrified that one day she’d wake up and realize that he wasn’t the good guy she thought he was and leave. Oh she couldn’t go far but she could do just the bare minimum to keep them alive.

Thinking about the possibility of her being sickened by his touch made his stomach clench painfully. He knew she was starting to believe the little weasel. How could she think he’d betray her? Well, he knew exactly how. His track record was lackluster at best but he was trying his hardest to change that. Still, he wasn’t some goody goody white knight in shining armor. He was a sneaky, scheming bastard but he preferred himself that way. It had served him well in the past. He thought he’d found the middle ground but apparently he hadn’t.

“Gah!” He yelled out and tossed another useless trinket across the room. How could he have just stormed off like that? He knew that Hermione hated it when he cut her off. Actually, that was why he’d done it. She’d hurt him and he wanted to hurt her back. Some husband he was, acting like a child over a small spat. A loud knocking sounded out in the room. That wasn’t right, was it? He’d made sure the room had sealed itself.

Ginny looked around again to make sure no one was about and cast the spell again. She knew he’d hear it. If he didn’t come out, she was sending her patronus in. It had taken a lot of thought to put this together and he wasn’t about to ruin all their hard work by being a prat. She knocked one more time and waited. Suddenly, a door appeared and Draco peaked out.

“Red?” He asked cautiously.

“Blondie,” She said with a frown.

Draco ducked his head and opened the door. “Come to give me what for?”

“Not really,” she quipped and walked inside, closing the door behind her. “I’ve heard one side but I’d like to hear the other. Then I’ll decide whether or not I need to hex your bollocks off.”

“That doesn’t exactly instill confidence,” Draco mumbled and started waving his hand to transfigure a few comfy chairs for them.

“Whether it does or not is irrelevant,” Ginny shrugged. “All I care about is knowing what’s happened. Then we can figure out why you two are being monumentally stupid and get past it.”

“So you think we’re being stupid.”

“No, I think you’re being human but you two are going to fuck everything up if you don’t have a mediator so here I am,” Ginny said, raising her hands as if saying ‘Ta-Da!’

“What do you care?”

“Draco,” Ginny said softly. Hearing his name fall from her lips for the first time was shocking and his mouth dropped in surprise. “We’re friends aren’t we?”

Draco cocked his head and half smiled. “I’d like to think so Ginny.” He decided if she was going to step up, he’d need to as well.

“Well, she’s my friend too. Actually, she’s like my sister. Hell, I stepped in for her mother for the love of Merlin! I just want to see you both happy and right now you are anything but. So, tell me why you stormed out of the great hall like a child who’d had his lolly taken.”

Draco let his head fall into his hands. “All she can think about is that git of a brother of yours.”

“It’s understandable Draco. They’ve been best friends for six years.”

Draco sighed and threw his head back on the chair, closing his eyes. “I know that. I know. It’s just, well, she fancied the pants off of him didn’t she?”

“Key word is fancied, as in the past. She doesn’t feel that way anymore.”

“But she does,” Draco said sadly. “She still loves him and there is nothing I can do about it.”

“You know, watching the saga between Melody and Snape, I’d figure you’d have learned a few things about love by now,” Ginny mused.

“Like?” Draco sneered.

“Like there are different types of love. My brother fancies himself in love, but it’s just lust. He wants her because he can’t have her. I doubt it goes past that. I mean, yea, he loves her but as a friend. I never saw them as going much further. They’re just too incompatible. I think he’d drive Hermione to the point of hexing him within the month were they to try anything before.”

“Doesn’t mean he won’t try something,” Draco said darkly.

“Doesn’t it sting you two if something like that happens?” Ginny asked curiously.

“It has. The way I understand it, if someone touches us with intents of lust and we let it happen, it stings both of us. If it’s forced, it’s supposed to sting them and get increasingly stronger as the advance progresses.”

“Then there you go,” Ginny shrugged. “Fool proof way to see if she’s allowing it or not.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve been stung this last week?” Draco growled.

Ginny’s mouth dropped open. “Is that why you’ve been hexing everyone?”

“Yes! She’s mine! No one should touch her like that and yet she lets them!” Draco screamed and got up, pacing back and forth behind his chair.

Ginny regarded him for a while and thought of her next move. He looked a lot like a caged animal and she was a bit afraid that he might transform he was so angry. Then something occurred to her. “Draco, have you ever thought she’s feeling the same way?”

“What?” He snapped, stopping in his tracks.

“I just sat in an abandoned classroom and rocked her back and forth because she was almost hysterical. She said she was tired of you being an arse and tired of you goading Harry and my brother and tired of them. Then she broke down crying and I had to pry the rest out of her.”

Draco sat down heavily. “Them?”

“All those girls who are practically throwing themselves at you.”

“Oh them,” Draco said darkly. “It’s taken everything I have not to hex them to hell and back.”

“And yet you are hexing the boys who do the same to Hermione. She’s decided to be the mature one and hold back but you have no idea how much she wants to. Draco, she’s scared of losing you to one of them.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

“It’s ridiculous that you think she’s going to throw you over for my brother or any of those other guys she’s got fawning all over her. And yet, here you both are, feeling sorry for yourselves and fighting.”

“I don’t want to fight,” Draco groaned and leaned back in the chair, rubbing his face in frustration.

“Neither does she,” Ginny said softly. “She knows she’s hurting you and it’s killing her.”

“What do you mean?”

“She knows it hurt you when she thinks about Ron but she can’t stop. She doesn’t want to lose him Draco. She’s lost so much already.”

“Yea, I can see why being with me is such a loss.”

“Now you’re just being an idiot,” Ginny snapped. “She’s had to give up her parents, her free time, hell even her studies and the only thing she can think about is how much she’s hurting you by wanting to keep her friends.”

Draco rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I don’t want her to lose her friends. I just wish she’d let that wanker of a brother of yours work everything out by himself. Potter wasn’t near this bad.”

“Harry doesn’t want in her knickers either,” Ginny said, knowing that dig would anger Draco.

“No one is getting in her knickers but me,” he growled.

“No one CAN except for you so why are you being so possessive?”

“GAH!” He yelled. “Because she’s mine damn it!”

“And you are hers.” Ginny quirked an eyebrow.

“Of course,” Draco said bewildered. “What, she doesn’t think this is equal?”

“Not in her mind. In her mind, you think you’re allowed to hex anyone you want for so much as breathing towards her wrong but she isn’t allowed to take care of those mangy bints that are trying to worm their way into your pockets.”

Draco laughed out loud and jumped out of his chair, startling Ginny bad enough to tip her chair back a few inches. “Do you have any idea how deliriously happy it would make me if she would hex them?”

“You want her to be jealous over you.” Ginny grinned.

“YES!” He screamed. “Doesn’t everyone want that from their lover?”

“Wife,” Ginny corrected and watched as Draco plopped back down.

“Wife,” he agreed. “I’m a horrible husband.”

“No, you’re an overprotective jealous one. She thinks you don’t think she can handle herself.”

Draco half laughed in disbelief. “She can handle anyone, including the Dark Lord himself but it’s my job to make sure she doesn’t have to.”

“You look at her as a job?”

“No, that’s not what I meant. A good husband protects his wife, does he not?”

“Well of course but Draco, it’s a two way street. She feels like you do all the protecting and she doesn’t get to reciprocate.”

“She can reciprocate anytime she wants.”

“Then tell her that,” Ginny quipped. “Now, get your pathetic arse back up out of that chair and let’s get down to class.”

“I need to find her,” Draco said, getting up and extending a hand to help Ginny up as well. Shocked Ginny accepted his help.

“Don’t worry about it. She’s already there.”

“But I want to apologize and I’d rather do it alone,” Draco said softly.

“They’ll be plenty of time for it. Dinner just ended a short while ago.”

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“I’m scared,” Hermione whimpered.

“Good grief what is there to be scared of?” Melody asked as she put the finishing touches on her costume. “You dance, you grovel, he loses it, fucks you against the wall, and we’re all good.”

Hermione paled. “I um, what?”

Melody laughed. “Well, maybe not that last part but I hardly think you’ll get to the groveling part.”

“What if he doesn’t forgive me?” Hermione said, tugging on her outfit.

“Stop that!” Melody snapped and slapped her hands away. “He will. You two aren’t the first couple to have a fight over jealousy issues and you won’t be the last.”

“I just want him to know how sorry I am,” Hermione said softly.

“Then surrender to him,” Snape drawled.

“Surrender?” Hermione asked softly.

“Yes surrender. Kneel at his feet, let him know that you’re willing to accept what he deems appropriate for your infraction.”

“I don’t want to be his slave,” Hermione said with an edge to her voice.

“He doesn’t want a slave,” Snape said, walking around the desk. “He wants what any man wants, to be in control at least part of the time. Kneeling doesn’t give him leave to rule over you.

“But Celeste and Melody-“

“Surrender of their own accord,” Snape assured her. “I dictate their behavior on certain things only.”

“Like sitting in your lap when you sit?” Hermione asked cautiously.

“Exactly,” Snape said with a tiny smile. “I prefer it that way and they agreed to obey that order. There are limitations. It doesn’t happen in public where appearances can be scrutinized. You notice she doesn’t do it in front of Potter. It’s a suggestion that she follows without complaint. It give me the control that I crave and her the satisfaction of knowing she pleased me.”

“So if I kneel, it shows that I want to please him?” Hermione asked, trying to understand concepts that were so foreign to her.

“Yes. You might have noticed that Draco has quite the dominant streak in him. He doesn’t like to be tied down, to be told what to do. However, he’s bowed down his entire life despite this and so he’s accepted it. You tied him to the bed one time. How did he take it?”

Hermione blushed furiously, embarrassed at the idea of discussing this with her professor, blood father-in-law, and father through a blood bond. It seemed too…personal.

“Tell him sweetheart,” Melody said as she rubbed soothing circles on her upper back. “He’s known Draco his entire life and he’s been in this lifestyle since…well before he met me.” She chucked. “He can help you through this and maybe even make your life a bit more…interesting? Who is he going to tell anyway?”

Hermione swallowed hard and gathered her courage. “He didn’t like it at first. He begged me to let him go.”

“And you did not,” Snape said matter-of-factly.

“No,” Hermione shook her head. “I knew he wouldn’t let me do what I wanted.”

“Exactly,” Snape said. “He wants control. However, after a while I wager he was more than willing to give it over?”

“Yes,” Hermione squeaked. “I, well, I did something that he liked and he was happy to lie there and enjoy it.” She blushed as red as a tomato.

Snape chuckled. “Yes, I imagine so. He was willing to give you control because you made the experience pleasurable for him. How long did he let you have it?”

“Well, he sort of screamed at me to stop,” Hermione blushed furiously at the memory. “He wanted something different.”

“And you did so,” Snape stated.

“Yes,” Hermione said softly. “I gave him what he wanted.”

“Then he still had control. When did you untie him?”

“When he begged me to. I made him promise he’d let me finish if I did.”

“And so he promised to let you lead as long as you untied him,” Snape finished.

Hermione nodded. “Mostly. He did take charge a bit but he gave me what I wanted.”

“Precisely,” Snape said. “Have a seat and we’ll discuss this quickly while Ginerva is speaking with Draco.”

Hermione plopped down on a desk, hyper aware of the amount of skin she was showing off. She attempted to cover herself but her hand was slapped away by Melody.

“You need to be comfortable in your own skin,” Melody admonished. “Part of the reason you two are having these problems is your insecurity. Not just yours personally but as a couple as well. Draco feels like he is inadequate as far as being a partner goes. He feeds off of your feelings of inadequacy because you aren’t comfortable with your body. It’s a vicious cycle and we need to break it now. Show him you’re okay with yourself and encourage him to do the same.”

“I do try to encourage him,” Hermione pouts.

“And he does the same,” Melody added. “I don’t think I’ve gone a day since I met you two when he was able to keep his hands to himself or tell you that you were beautiful.”

“They’re just words,” Hermione mumbled.

“Draco never speaks just words,” Snape admonished.

“I’ve seen him do it,” Hermione countered.

“His words had an ulterior motive. He spoke sweet nothings to Parkinson because he wanted her to shut up. He speaks reverence to the Dark Lord so he will believe. He tells you that you are beautiful because you are.”

Hermione shook her head. Snape grabbed her chin and made her look him in the eyes.

“Daughter, you will stop this right now! I might not be a handsome man but I do know beauty when I see it. Lily was the most stunning woman I had ever laid eyes on at the time. Everyone said so, even Potter. I’d wager a guess that she was as beautiful as Narcissa, if not more so because she didn’t work within the constraints of the pureblood society. However, she was too quick to condemn, just like many Gryffindors before and after her time.

“I was drunk when I saw Melody the first time but I knew she was attractive and I couldn’t help but to make her mine. Everyone that lays eyes on her absolutely falls in love. They can’t help it. However, she has something that Lily didn’t. She has the ability to look past misdeeds and see a person for who they truly are. It is something I have always been grateful for and my first glance at true inner beauty.”

Hermione looked over to see Melody wiping a stray tear from her eye. She tried to shrug it off but she couldn’t.

“It’s true Melody,” Snape said softly. “I’m ashamed of the way I treated you in the past. I’m glad you found someone who is perfect for you.”

“Oh Sev,” Melody said hoarsely. “I’ve only ever wanted you to find happiness.”

“And therein lies why she is so beautiful,” Snape said in awe. “Her sister is much the same you know. She is striking in her own right but not near as bold or brash. She has a quiet strength about her and the ability to know a person in and out. I must say it’s quite unnerving but she is just as wonderful as her sister. Just because I’m not attracted to her doesn’t mean I can’t see her for what she is.

“Then we come to Celeste,” he said, looking over his shoulder at the red wolf currently lounging on top of his desk. “So much like Lily and yet so different. She’s the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever set my eyes upon. It’s no secret I’m attracted to auburn hair and emerald eyes but those are just physical attributes. It’s what’s underneath that I can’t fathom. She’s just as forgiving as Melody, perhaps more so just because I’ve never slighted her in the same fashion. I hope never to do so but me being the bastard I am, I make no promises.”

Hermione smiled and wiped a few tears from her eyes. She wasn’t about to point it out but she could tell that he was starting to fall in love with the quiet woman. One glance at a tearful Melody confirmed that she wasn’t the only one who thought so. “You have a good eye father. They are all beautiful.”

“And you don’t think you are every bit as lovely?” He drawled, turning around to look at her.

“Of course not. Their tall and willowy and strong and brave and smart and powerful and forgiving and just wonderful.”

Melody cackled. “I’m like a whopping two inches taller than you.”

“Still taller though. Ginny’s the same way. She even has red hair!”

“True,” Snape said with a smirk. “But tall and willowy does not a beauty make. Take Bellatrix for example, she was physically stunning but her soul makes her uglier than any old hag ever thought about being.”

“Did no one hear the rest of my sentence?” Hermione asked grumpily.

Snape laughed, a loud belly laugh that lit up his face and startled her for a moment. “You just described yourself.”

“What?” Hermione asked, stunned.

“We’ll take it one at a time then,” he said, calming down a bit. “Strong. You could probably kick half the boy’s arses here at Hogwarts if you wanted to and once my strength sets in, you my dear daughter, will be a force to be reckoned with. Brave. Well, that’s what Gryffindors are touted to be are they not? I’ve never seen you back down where it mattered.” Hermione tried interrupting but he talked over her. “Being brave doesn’t mean that you aren’t scared. It means that you’re willing to persevere despite it.”

Hermione nodded in acknowledgement. “I can see that I guess.”

“You guess,” Snape scoffed. “Continuing on, smart. I shouldn’t have to touch that one. Powerful, again a given. Forgiving. Now that’s a word. What do you call giving Draco a chance?”

“I… well I guess I forgave him for his past.”

“Indeed,” Snape drawled and waited for her to blush before continuing. “Once again, self-explanatory. You forgave him, therefore you are forgiving. Now, just wonderful isn’t really a great descriptive term at all but I’ll humor you. What is not wonderful about you?”

“I jump to conclusions,” Hermione mumbled miserably. “I get angry over stupid things. I doubted him.”

“That doesn’t make you any less wonderful. It makes you human,” Snape clarified. “Hermione, this will be the only time I will say this so listen very closely. You are a very lovely girl. Your hair is undoubtedly unruly but it’s very becoming. Your eyes are like molten gold and so warm and inviting. You have a lovely figure and smooth skin. Trust me when I say you are beautiful. It’s not just the thrall that keeps the imbecilic dunderheads of this school drooling over you. It was only the catalyst that caused them to realize you were there. I told Draco before he married you that I was proud to have you as a daughter-in-law and wished to find a mate just like you.”

He moved his hand from her chin to her temple and she widened her eyes as he pushed into her mind. ‘I think I might have found her too. Thank you for that, by the way. I would have never had the courage to seek it if you hadn’t talked some sense into me. If you aren’t a wonderful person just for that I’ll eat my robes.’

Hermione smiled as joyful tears streamed down her face. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. However, if you breathe one word of this to another person, I’ll make sure you’ll never talk again,” he warned her.

“Of course not.” She giggled. “We wouldn’t want anyone to know you might actually have a heart or feelings.”

Snape scoffed. “Feelings. They only get you into trouble if you ask me. Now, back to Draco. Kneel at his feet just this once and it will let him know how truly sorry you are.”

“He won’t get the wrong idea?” She squeaked. “I’m not sure I want to-“ She stopped abruptly and looked over at Melody, a haunted look in her eyes. It was obvious that she was remembering the whip marks she’d seen the other day.

Melody laughed. “You shouldn’t knock it until you try it. I happen to enjoy it very much.”

“Not all things are like that,” Snape chided. “Each couple has a different dynamic. He isn’t going to immediately take you over his knee and spank you like a naughty child.”

Hermione blushed horribly. She was certain she was going to pass out from lack of circulation to the rest of her body in a moment. The bad thing was, it sort of intrigued her.

Snape smirked knowingly. “I see. Well, you can always discuss it. That’s the basis of the nature of my type of relationship. Communication and negotiation are the two main factors. Without it, something could go horribly wrong. However, for now, it’s the gesture that matters most. If you’d like to explore it further with Draco, I can teach you how to kneel to open up that conversation.”

“There’s a certain way to kneel?” Hermione squeaked.

“Oh yes,” Snape drawled. “There are many different ways to kneel, each based on personal preference and the situation. For example, the one you saw Melody perform in front of the Dark Lord was one of absolute reverence and surrender. She was begging for mercy, for lenience, and overacting quite a bit to prove that she was entirely subservient.”

“So which one would I do?” Hermione asked, now quite curious.

“I believe the standard position will work well. You will be vocally apologizing so the position will serve as symbolic.”

“Standard?”

“Melody,” Severus said softly.

“Yes Master,” Melody said cheekily and knelt on the ground. She put one knee on the ground, her calf flat against the floor and her toe pointed. The other she kept in a crouched position, foot flat on the ground and knee at a 90 degree angle. She placed both her hands behind her back and bowed her head so it was even with her knee.

“This is the standard kneel, or at least my preference for it. It also happens to be the one the Dark Lord prefers from his Death Eaters. It shows servitude,” Snape explained. “It’s also quite easy to maintain this position for some time, making it perfect for groveling.”

Hermione got up and shakily walked over beside Melody. She lowered herself to the ground and tried mimicking her as best as possible.

“Hands behind your back and head lower,” Snape directed and she complied. “Perfect.”

Hermione beamed. She was glad she had pleased her father. That thought caused her head to snap up and her eyes to widen comically. She started breathing hard.

“Whoa, calm down,” Snape said gently. “It’s a rush to be sure. You should never feel ashamed that you want to please someone in this manner, unless that person is the Dark Lord. Then you should kill the bastard immediately.”

Hermione giggled. “I wish I could. Still, why do I feel like this?”

“You always have,” Snape smirked. “Your inability to keep your hand down, your drive to get every answer right, it’s all part of this behavior. You want to please and since this position pleases me, you feel proud of yourself, happy that you have accomplished my task and gained my approval. If you’ll think on it for a moment, you’ll agree.”

Hermione thought about it for a while. That’s all she always wanted was approval. It’s why she tried so hard in the past. She laughed a bit at the revelation.

“Imagine how good you’ll feel to see Draco’s approval,” Snape drawled.

Hermione’s heart skipped a beat and she started breathing hard. It always made her giddy when Draco looked at her like she was the best thing in the world. How would he look if he saw her like this?

“He will jump her,” Melody chuckled.

“Who’s jumping who?” Alex’s voice came floating through the door. Hermione ducked her head and blushed furiously at being caught in such a position but it hadn’t occurred to her to get up. “Ah, training I see,” he breathed and glided across the room. “Lovely.”

Hermione blushed again, thoroughly embarrassed.

“She is a natural,” Alex complimented and she felt pride flowing through her veins. “Definitely a natural,” Alex chuckled. “Do you mind releasing my wife though?”

“She’s yours,” Severus said and shuffled sideways so Alex could stand in front of Snape.

“Well pet, shall we show Severus what we’ve learned in a week?” Alex drawled.

Hermione saw Melody tremble a bit from her peripheral vision. She could practically feel the excitement rolling off of her in waves. Was this what it was all about?

“It’s exactly what it’s about,” Severus said softly. “Rise Hermione and sit beside me. Perhaps you’ll see that it’s not all about whips and chains.”

Hermione got up, almost toppling over from the sudden movement and shuffled to sit next to Snape on a desk. He brought his arm around her and stroked her arm to calm her. She hadn’t realized that she was trembling. A flush spread over her at that thought.

“It’s a natural response,” her father assured her. “It will actually help you and Draco cement your bond.”

“So he gets to be the leader,” Hermione said softly.

“Hardly,” Snape snorted. “But you both have natural tendencies, yours to please and his to protect. If you explore those, we might find the links in your minds faster. It could be a terrific strategy.”

“I don’t see how,” she said hotly.

Snape chuckled and removed his arm. She shivered, not realizing how cold she’d gotten. He smirked and removed his robes, draping them over her. She sighed, snuggling into their warmth. “Were you paying attention just then?”

“Of course. Thank you for your robes.”

“That wasn’t what he was talking about,” Alex said, his eyes still on Melody who was still quaking on the floor.

“What then?” Hermione asked in bewilderment.

“Severus has the natural desire to protect, whether you realize it or not,” Alex said softly. “Think about all the times he’s bailed your asses out of a jam.” She snorted when she thought about it. “Exactly. Just now, you were cold and his response was to cover you, to protect you. Draco has that same response. His first instinct was to hold you when he woke up from the torture, was it not?”

“Yes,” Hermione choked out.

“He was in agony and yet he wanted to make sure you were safe, did he not?” Alex pushed again.

“Yes okay. All he thought about was trying to comfort me,” she said angrily.

“And your thoughts?”

“I just wanted him to be okay.” Her voice cracked. “I didn’t care about me.”

“And therein lies the problem,” Alex explained. “You are so focused on him that you don’t think about your safety. You fell out of bed trying to protect him for goodness sakes. He, on the other hand, is trying to protect you both. Therefore, it is not only a mind link but also a fighting strategy.”

“I don’t guess I understand,” Hermione said in frustration. “It just sounds foolish on my part.”

“It is rather foolish,” Snape agreed. “However, it’s a working strategy. Let him worry about protecting you both and you do the attacking. Everyone will focus on him because they will assume the protector is stronger and the one he’s guarding is weak. However, what most don’t realize is that the person they are protecting is often times more powerful than they can imagine.”

“So Draco draws their fire and shields us from it and I attack. Since they aren’t focused on me, there’s the element of surprise.”

“Indeed,” Snape drawled.

“Won’t they notice after a while?” She said incredulously.

“If they are paying close enough attention,” Snape conceded. “However, when have you ever stopped to pay close enough attention to strategy in battle?”

“I haven’t,” she said glumly. “But the Death Eaters, they’re all more experienced than us. Surely they will pick up on it.”

“Not necessarily,” Snape said quietly. “Most are either too idiotic to notice or too cocksure. That’s why Potter is both lucky and unsuccessful thus far. He’s overconfident and that is his greatest mistake. Arrogance will be the Dark Lord’s downfall as well.”

“So I explore this… this… this thing with Draco and we form a strategy?”

“Thing!” Alex laughed. “I like that. Rise love. You have been a very good pet.”

Melody sprang up and practically leapt into Alex’s arms. She burrowed herself into his cloak as she trembled. He chuckled and picked her up, carrying her over to the next desk beside them. “Now, would you care to tell me why you are dressed as a harem girl and why we need to grovel to your husband?”

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“Good grief Red. You are slower than Crabbe and Goyle walking out of the great hall,” Draco griped. She had insisted that he walk with her, both of them all the way across the hall from each other of course, but she hadn’t let him leave her sight.

“Get over it Blondie.”

“I want to get over it but you are hindering me,” he growled.

Ginny laughed. “Or so you think.” Suddenly, a little patronus in the shape of a sparrow flitted in front of her.

“Ready!” It chirped and dissipated.

“What in the bloody hell was that?” Draco murmured.

“The reason I’ve been walking so slowly,” Ginny said mysteriously. “Catch me if you can Drakey Poo!” She screeched in a perfect assimilation of Pansy and took off at a dead run down the corridor.

“Oh I’ll get you for that!” He yelled and took off after her like a shot. They raced through the school gaining quite a few looks. “You aren’t going to get away that easily she-weasel!” He shouted, satisfied that everyone now thought he was trying to attack her.

Ginny came to a halt at the DADA door and threw the same knocking spell she’d used on the Room of Requirement. Draco had to pull up hard to avoid barreling into her. “What in the bloody hell was that?”

Ginny merely smirked as the door swung open. She ushered him in and closed the door behind him, swinging her hand wide and making a show of warding it. He cocked his head in question but merely shrugged and tried to look around. Why was it so dark in here?

Suddenly, a spotlight came on and a heavy beat started playing. He looked to see a figure bent in a backbend. The woman was dressed in some sort of harem outfit. Suddenly, she stood up and he looked into the glowing eyes of his wife as she undulated her body up and down. She moved sensually, slowly, making sure to never lose contact with him.

He felt his trousers tighten painfully when she went down into the splits. Unwilling to look away, he cast a spell that let him know who was in the room. His godfather, Celeste, Alex, and Melody’s signatures came back to him in addition to Ginny’s. Were they all in on this? Why was she doing this? He was certain she was angry with him. The way she moved though led him to believe anything but. It was all he could do to hold himself still. He wanted so badly to slam her against a wall and fuck her so hard she wouldn’t dare doubt him again.

Hermione was nearing the end of her song. She was getting more nervous by the minute. Draco’s eyes were glowing but that’s all that she could see since the spotlight was on her. She desperately hoped that this would get his attention. Hopefully he would forgive her. This was perhaps the most embarrassing thing she’d ever done, especially in front of everyone. Dancing in a club with a partner was one thing. Dancing by herself in barely an outfit was a whole new boundary line. The song ended and she sashayed over to him, kneeling just like Snape had taught her. She heard his sharp intake of air and hoped that meant he was pleased.

Draco was in complete and total shock. His wife had just danced beautifully for him and then knelt at his feet just like he’d always secretly dreamt of her doing. What did it mean though? He was thoroughly confused.

“Draco,” Hermione breathed. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. It’s just that-”

“Stop,” Draco commanded and she fell silent, trembling in fear. He dropped to his knees and put his hands on either side of her face, bringing her head up to look at him. “It that what this is all about? You went through all of that to apologize to me?”

Hermione blinked back tears. “Yes.”

“I don’t deserve it,” Draco said gravely. “But I’m a selfish bastard so I’m going to take it.” He kissed her fiercely until she melted in his arms. He pulled back and searched her eyes. “I’m so sorry Hermione.”

Her eyes were filled with confusion. “Why?”

“For being myself I guess.” He half laughed. “I can’t help it you know. You make me crazy! I can’t stand the thought of you being with anyone else, even in my imagination. I just never realized that you were getting hurt.”

Her eyes widened. “How?”

“I got shocked every time one of those foul gits touched you. I didn’t realize it went the other way. They hurt you didn’t they?”

She nodded her head miserably. “Every time. You have no idea how bad I want to hex them.”

Draco chuckled. “Then do it. You don’t need my permission you know. I love it when you fight for me.” The last sentence was uttered as a whisper. Hermione allowed the tears to flow down her face.

“None of that,” He said, laughing and drying her eyes. “Now, who taught you how to kneel?”

Hermione blushed bright red. “I, um, they said that you might appreciate the gesture.”

“Oh I do my little lioness, believe me I do,” he said, his voice dropping a register and making her shiver. “The question is, do you want this?”

Hermione flushed even deeper, sure her entire body was fiery red by now. “Not all the time.”

Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked. “But you like this,” he breathed and let the wall he’d put up in his mind down.

Hermione gasped when she felt his pleasure at her gesture and his desire for her. She felt her own answering desire and realized that she was right on the edge, struggling to hold it together.

Coughing interrupted their staring contest. “Get a room,” they heard Melody bark in between coughs.

Snape was chuckling as well. “Use mine,” he said, obviously amused.

Draco didn’t need to be told twice. He scooped Hermione up and ran through the door to his godfather’s chambers. He never got past the office though, dropping to his knees as the door slammed. He ripped her gauzy clothing off and yanked open his trousers. He picked her up and thrust into her as hard as he could. She screamed in pleasure and a bit of pain.

“Fuck!” He shouted as he felt her shift over him. “That has to be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathed as he lifted her up and thrust in again.

“Better than pole dancing?” She groaned as he slammed her down again.

“You knelt in front of me.” He moaned. “No one has ever done that.” He jerked her up and down a few more times.

“So you liked it?” She asked, a bit worried.

“Merlin yes,” he grated out as he thrust into her again. “But we’ll talk about it later. Right now, I just want you.” He picked her up and jerked her back down again, causing her to scream again. He felt the fluttering of her walls and slammed into her again and again, trying to get her to break before he lost it. She came with a strangled shout a few strokes later and he followed her with a guttural groan.

They took a moment to regain their breath before they separated. Draco cleaned them up with a wave of his hand and looked at the gauzy material that was now scattered across the room. “Um, was that your uniform?”

Hermione blushed. “Yes.”

Draco chuckled. “Here,” he said, taking off his shirt. “It looks better on you anyway.”

Hermione smiled softly and put it on. “So, we’re okay?” She asked softly, biting her lip in trepidation.

“Of course.” Draco gave her another peck on the lips. “I’m so sorry but next time, just hex them.” He said chuckled. “Now, let’s get out there.”

“In this?” She squeaked.

“You were wearing less a moment ago.” Draco waggled his eyebrow. “Who came up with that anyway?”

“Melody and Ginny,” Hermione sighed. “They said if I blew your mind, you wouldn’t blow up.”

Draco chuckled. “Well, I did but I thought it was rather enjoyable.”

“Gods stop it,” Hermione complained. “I’m embarrassed enough without your help.”

Draco laughed. “Alright love. Let’s go.”

“I don’t want to go out there like this,” Hermione hissed.

“Fine.” Draco transfigured his shirt into a simple wrap dress. “Better?”

“Much. Now I just need my shoes.”

“Well, shall we?” He motioned to the door.

They walked back into the classroom to several knowing stares.

“So that’s how it is then.” A familiar voice drawled from the doorway. Hermione looked up into angry blue eyes.

AN: Dun dun DUN! Hey everyone. I wanted to get this chapter out yesterday but I started writing... and I just couldn't stop! I know this chapter is a whole lot of nothing, but I figured our couple needed a break. I know I did. ;) In case anyone missed it, I wrote the one shot of the night after the party. It's titled "One last night -a snippet from bound-" if anyone wants to check it out. I realized that in the last chapter, I had Melody and Alex sing a little diddy. If anyone wondered where it was from, it's "Together Again" from the Muppets Take Manhattan. (It was my favorite movie once upon a time.) I also noticed that some of you commented on my other story, a SS/HG story I wrote for my friend. I realize they aren't everyone's cup of tea. In fact, I hated the pair until I read some of Ms. Figg's stuff. If you haven't read her, check her out! Thanks to everyone for their wonderful reviews. They mean the world to me. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing and if you find any errors. Until next time... Love you guys!
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