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Songs of Regret	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 76454 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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A/N: Thank you for bearing with me. And thank you to all my reviewers…especially my newest ones HiddenAllusion, judy, and Jessica. You are all so kind!
@BellaPrincepessa: I’ve been worried about the story dragging too…that’s one reason I put so many things in the last chapter. I wanted to address the boys’ tentative civility, Ron’s new confidence in his own work, Luna’s presence, Theo’s introduction (he’ll be important), why Neville’s been absent, Cormac not getting Keeper without Hermione’s Confundus, and a segue into discovering Draco’s abilities. Now that all of THAT is out of the way, things should start moving along…well, after this chapter with the tryouts…because I love Quidditch too much to skip it.
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“Hermione? Hermione, are you still down here?”
Hermione tried to shrink into the shadows against the wall outside the locker rooms at Ron’s calling. She leaned her head against the hard stone and closed her eyes while she clutched at her broom and the sound of footsteps approached her.
“Hermione…” Ron said quietly when he finally spotted her in the dank hall. “Are you alright?”
“I can’t do this,” Hermione whispered, opening her eyes and giving him a terrified look of pleading. The fingerless leather gloves she’d borrowed from Ginny made a creaking noise against the polished handle of her broom as she nervously twisted her hands over it. “I…I can’t go out there.”
“Yes, you can,” Ron encouraged, “Now come on…Harry’s stalled as long as he can.”
Hermione shook her head rapidly. “No…”
“Come on,” Ron tried again, “Everyone’s waiting. Falcon’s up there…”
She looked up at the ceiling and started to hyperventilate. Ron leaned his broom against the wall and placed a hand to each of Hermione’s shoulders. “What is the problem? You were excited until thirty minutes ago.”
Hermione shook her head again. “I feel so foolish,” she answered.
“Why? You look amazing in this,” he said glancing down at the practice uniform she had on.
“No, Ron,” she said, twisting her hands tighter over her broom, “This isn’t me. I’m not a Quidditch player. I’m…I’m books…and cleverness…and, and…”
“A Chaser,” Ron said firmly, squeezing her shoulders. Hermione slumped a little.
“This feels wrong. I’m not supposed to be doing this. I’m changing too much.”
“Playing Quidditch doesn’t change who you are,” Ron said, misinterpreting her words. Hermione started to look a bit more hysterical.
“Oh god…and she’s trying to kill us and I’m about to go out there and fly in the air on a bloody broom!? I’m afraid of heights, Ronald! What the hell was I thinking!?”
“Who’s trying to kill you?” Ron asked looking completely lost. “Why are you freaking out? You played fine all summer. You flew to the top of the bloody house!”
“Mother Nature!” Hermione yelled panicked as she started pulling off a glove and shaking her head. “I can’t! I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I…”
“Knock it off!” Ron bellowed, shaking her shoulders roughly. “I didn’t spend all bloody summer showing you how to fly and catch just for you to chicken-out now. What has gotten into you!? You’d never let Rosie quit like this! You’re not changing, no one’s trying to kill you and the fucking ferret is out there looking much too smug for my liking and needs that stupid smirk wiped-off his face! So put that damn glove back on, pick-up this expensive-as-shite broom and get your arse out there!”
Hermione froze and gaped at him. “What…what did you just say?” she asked breathlessly.
“I said you need to get your arse…”
“No, I heard that,” she said, chest heaving as she searched his face, “You said I’d never let Rosie quit.”
Ron’s face twitched and he blinked. “I…I said what?”
“You…you said I’d never let Rosie quit.”
“Who’s Rosie?” Ron asked, furrowing his brow. He dropped his hands from her shoulders. “Look, I don’t have time for this. Harry’s counting on me to be out there…as you should be,” he said, pointing an accusing finger at her. “If you want to disappoint everyone and wallow down here, fine. Maybe you’re just lazy.”
With that he grabbed his broom and stomped off down the hall. Hermione quickly pulled the loosened glove back on and jogged after him.
“Ron, wait!” she hollered. He paused and looked over his shoulder as she came up to him. He gave her a small encouraging smile as they walked together.
“Thank you,” she said quietly as they approached the pitch. Ron threw his arm around her shoulders.
“I knew you’d have regretted it if you’d not at least tried.”
Hermione nodded next to him. “I would’ve.”
Ron turned and kissed her on the temple. “You’re going to be brilliant….And don’t tell Malfoy I just did that.”
He lowered his arm just as they came to the edge of the Quidditch stadium. “Now, you ready to wipe that smirk off his face?” he asked with an almost evil gleam in his eye. Hermione bit her lip and nodded rapidly.
“Let’s do this,” she said, and they both entered the field.
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“You look rather chipper today,” Nott said as he sat himself beside Draco in the Quidditch stands. Draco hummed as he squinted his eyes down at the Gryffindor hopefuls still filing onto the pitch.
“I had a good night,” he replied airily. Nott raised his eyebrows at him.
“You lost a hundred Galleons to Zabini and then got pissed off three shots,” he chuckled.
“I was surprised about that,” Draco said, leaning back to rest his elbows on the bleacher behind them, “I can usually hold my own. I once downed an entire crate of Ogden’s in less than three days.”
Nott laughed again, “Fuck man, how are you still alive?”
Draco grinned and shrugged. “Healing potions are a beautiful thing. I… awe fuck me…”
He sat up and scowled to himself as he caught sight of Crabbe and Goyle both lumbering down the bleacher row towards them. Nott looked past Draco at them and made a disappointed growling noise in his throat.
“Thick and Thicker seem to have tracked you down,” he whispered as Draco avoided acknowledging the two by pretending to inspect his bandage.
“That is their job, isn’t it?” Draco whispered back resentfully. Nott simply faced forward and frowned as he focused his attention on the congregating Gryffindors while Crabbe and Goyle seated themselves on Draco’s other side without bothering to greet him.
“Looks like Pottie’s got his work cut out for him,” Goyle commented gleefully as he leaned forward and looked down at the large group gathered on the field. “Half those idiots aren’t even Gryffindors.”
Draco gave a bored sigh, but leaned forward as well to look down. His eyes scanned the crowd until they found Harry. Draco furrowed his brow at the sight of him talking to Ron and Ginny with a worried expression. The three of them all looked up to scan the stands at the same time and Draco felt his stomach drop when he realized he had yet to see Hermione enter the stadium. He quickly darted his eyes around the stands at the other waiting students. He saw Susan sitting with Hannah Abbott and Luna Lovegood a little ways away from him…but didn’t see Hermione anywhere.
“Who are you looking for?” Nott said out the side of his mouth. Draco shook his head and forced a smug smile.
“No one,” he lied, “Just soaking it all in. I’m looking forward to watching Potter struggle with this rag-tag bunch of losers.” He glanced back down to where the three had been to see Ron jogging off the pitch and Ginny apparently arguing with Harry as he pulled back his uniform sleeve to look at his watch.
“Looks like he’s already having some trouble,” Nott said as he too watched the scene. “Wonder where Weasley’s off to?”
“Who cares?” Draco sneered even as his gut twisted with worry.
“Hope he’s not quittin’ already,” Crabbe said loudly. “I was actually looking forward to smashing his ugly ginger mug with a bludger.”
Draco cocked an eyebrow at him. “You actually think you’re fat arse is going to make my team?” he asked snidely. Crabbe simply laughed stupidly.
“Yeah, right…like you’d ever find a better Beater than me.”
“You are good at beating-off,” Goyle snickered and then laughed as Crabbe punched him hard in the shoulder. Goyle shoved him back and the two fell backward into the next bleacher as they began to scuffle.
Draco placed his head in his hand at the display. “Fucking morons,” he muttered as he massaged his right temple. He looked sideways at Nott.
"Theo... don't suppose you'd consider trying-out for Beater tomorrow?" he pleaded with a weary look at Nott, “Do me a mercy so I might be rid of at least one of these two?”
A sly smile spread across the brunette's face.
"Not a bad idea. You know how hard I can hit," he said.
"I remember," Draco nodded as he sat up straight again. "You decapitated my mother's Venus statue with one swing when we were ten," he reminisced fondly. "I think I still have the welts from her hexes for that."
"Me too," Nott pretend winced and rubbed at his backside. Draco laughed and then gasped as Crabbe fell against him, hitting his injured hand.
“Will you two knock it off!” he shouted at them, kicking Crabbe in the back as the boy rolled off of him. “Just go back behind the stands and fuck each other already. We’ve had enough of your foreplay,” Draco snapped. Crabbe and Goyle both stilled at once and exchanged fearful looks. They scrambled to their feet and then sat a little too far apart from each other.
“S’not foreplay,” Goyle grumbled, taking an extra scootch away from a red-faced Crabbe. Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head just as Nott elbowed him in the side.
“Weasley’s back,” he said eagerly, “and… is that…Granger?”
Draco’s head snapped up so fast his neck cracked. “Where!?”
“Next to Weasley,” Nott answered, pointing down at the field entrance. Draco leaned forward against the railing in front of them to look down. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Hermione standing next to Ron on the pitch wearing a Gryffindor practice uniform.
“Holy shite,” he whispered in awe. Nott looked sideways at him.
“What’s the matter?”
Draco blinked several times as he watched Hermione cross the field with Ron toward the rest of the waiting hopefuls. “Nothing,” he said, eyes still locked on Hermione, “I just…”
Draco trailed off distracted and went to lean further forward to get a better look at Hermione when he felt eyes on him. He glanced over at Nott who was eyeing him with a curious expression. Draco sat back again and cleared his throat.
“I just can’t believe our luck,” he said, pasting on a satisfied grin again, “Potter’s team is sure to be shite if Gryffindor’s been reduced to trying out Weasels, Hufflepuff rejects and – he wrinkled his nose in Hermione’s direction -- Mudbloods.”
Nott narrowed his eyes infinitesimally at Draco before turning his attention to the pitch. “Yeah,” he agreed quietly. Draco studied Nott uneasily for a moment and then looked back down just as Harry began shouting out directions to the large, rowdy group gathered around him.
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“You okay?” Ginny whispered at Hermione as they mounted their brooms to do the circuit around the field that Harry’d asked of the Chaser aspirants.
“Just nervous,” she answered with a quick glance up at Draco in the stands. Ginny followed her gaze and smiled.
“Come on,” she said eagerly, “Let’s show ‘em what you got!” Ginny sped up and Hermione leaned forward on her broom to fly after her. They raced at full speed around the pitch, lapping the slower second and third years attempting the task.
“We’ve got us a newbie!” a voice hollered at them and Hermione glanced to her side to see Katie Bell pull up next to them. Katie smiled widely at Hermione and then, with a wink, barrel rolled in the air. Ginny copied her and Hermione felt a surge of adrenaline at the realization that they were testing her.
Without thinking, she threw her weight to the right and pulled up at her broom handle to swing herself down, around, and back up. She righted herself and began to laugh loudly with the rush of having successfully done the maneuver. Ginny whooped and Katie nodded at her and Hermione rolled again.
The three girls were soon rolling and racing and looping as the others simply continued to fly around the perimeter.
“Okay!” Harry shouted, “Let’s see some formations!”
Ginny, Kate, and Hermione rejoined the others as Harry split the group into two.
“This group at the south end! And you lot at the north! I wanna see some Hawkshead formations! Go!” he yelled commandingly. Most of the hopefuls, including Hermione, took off to their designated ends of the pitch, but several remained standing before Harry looking lost. He raised a brow at them.
“Problem?” he asked.
“Um…we don’t know how to do that formation,” a lanky second year answered as the others around him nodded. Harry shrugged at them.
“Well, then I suggest you go look it up and then try back again next year. Thanks for coming out.”
The rejected Chasers sullenly filed off as Harry dismissed them and then flew up to evaluate the others.
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“Five Galleons says that the Mudblood crashes,” Goyle said with a nudge to Crabbe as they all watched the Chasers prepare to do their fly around.
“Ten says she breaks her neck,” Crabbe countered. Draco growled in his throat.
“A thousand says I hit one of you two before the end of these tryouts,” he said irritably. Nott snickered and Draco threw him an amused glance before looking back down at Hermione mounting her broom beside Ginny. He smirked when he recognized the style broom beneath her.
The smirk immediately disappeared when Hermione took off like a shot after Ginny and he stood abruptly. His right hand gripped the rail in front of them and he leaned forward to get a better view. Nott appeared beside him a second later.
“Everything alright?” he asked Draco with as questioning look. Draco nodded.
“Just wanted a better look,” he answered just as Katie rolled in the air. Several people in the stands whistled at the move and when Ginny followed several others shouted encouragingly.
“Oh shite!” Crabbe yelled out as it became apparent that Hermione was about to attempt the barrel roll, “You are so gonna owe me ten Galleons.”
Draco’s knuckles whitened over the rail as Hermione rolled and he released a nervous breath when she pulled out of the roll successfully. He suppressed a proud grin as several people cheered loudly and he discretely pressed his bandaged hand to the front of his trousers to adjust himself.
“Fuck me,” he barely whispered to himself as he grew hard at the sight of Hermione continuing to match Ginny and Katie move for move around the pitch.
“Pay up,” Goyle demanded of Crabbe behind him and Draco couldn’t hide his smirk.
“Tryouts aren’t over yet,” Crabbe snapped back, standing to look down next to Draco. “Look, Pottie’s havin’ ‘em fly higher know. It could still happen.”
Goyle followed him and stood just as the group Hermione was in came flying up to their end of the pitch. “She’s coming this way!” he noted gleefully, looking over at Draco. “Go on…tell her off good.”
Draco gave a tired sigh, but managed to put on a haughty scowl as Hermione flew up and hovered only a few meters in front of them.
“Hey, Mudblood!” he shouted. He could see Hermione tense slightly, but look out the side of her eye at him. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but professors don’t give extra credit for this. This is a tryout for Quidditch players.”
Hermione appeared to ignore him as she waited for the signal to begin her part in the formation and Draco tilted his head, looking her over.
“That’s a nice broom though, Granger,” he called out obnoxiously, “Nimbus 2001…I’ve got one exactly like it. Those run about what…300 Galleons now?”
Hermione bit the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning and she finally forced an annoyed glance at him.
“What sad sap gave you the money for it, huh? We all know it wasn’t Weasley,” he called out as she shifted a bit on the handle. She turned her face away from him and tried to bury it in her shoulder to hide the smile she could no longer hold back.
“Hey, I think she’s laughing at you,” Crabbe said, incensed on Draco’s behalf and elbowing Goyle to get him to agree. Goyle caught on and smiled stupidly.
“You think you’re funny, Mudblood!?” he shouted. “Your face looks funny!”
Hermione and Draco simultaneously rolled their eyes as Goyle proceeded to high-five Crabbe and laugh.
“Hey Granger! I’ll give you a fancy stick to ride!” Crabbe shouted, lewdly thrusting his hips and waggling his tongue at her.
Hermione made a gagging face in disgust and Draco punched Crabbe in the ribs.
“The fuck’s the matter with you?” he scolded. “Will you leave the insults to me? You make us look like imbeciles.”
“Didn’t need to hit me,” Crabbe grumbled as he rubbed at his side. Draco sneered at him.
“Just sit down and shut the hell up. I’m tryin’ to watch.”
Goyle and Crabbe both reluctantly sat and glowered. Draco gave them one last disdainful glare and then turned back to the field to see Hermione flying down field as the outside Chaser in a perfectly executed Hawkshead Attack. The others in the formation were tossing a quaffle around and as the ball came flying at Hermione, Draco tensed and gripped the railing in front of him again.
“Do you always get this into watching Quidditch?” he heard Nott ask. Draco simply nodded as he leaned forward to get a better view of the group as they approached the goal hoops.
“Come on, baby. Come on, baby,” Draco thought fiercely as he watched Hermione raise her arm and hurl the quaffle at a hoop. It sailed through and Hermione looped around with the others with a triumphant yell.
“Yes,” Draco hissed with a grin. He immediately realized his slip and casually leaned back. As expected, Nott was staring at him and he grinned wider.
“Did you see how sloppy their formations were?” Draco asked gleefully. “Not a good one in the bunch. We’re gonna blow them out of the water this year.”
Nott glanced back at the Gryffindors flying about and narrowed his eyes at Hermione as she raced back passed them. He looked back at Draco. “She looked pretty good,” he said quietly.
“Granger?” Draco laughed irreverently. “Don’t tell me you like her, Theo.”
Nott gave him a calculating look. “Does Margaret like Quidditch?” he asked, ignoring Draco’s question. Draco casually rested over the rail.
“Quidditch isn’t very popular over there,” he shrugged. “Damn Yanks are into Quodpot. You should hear her prattle on about it.”
“Yeah?” Nott inquired in a friendly tone, “What’s her favorite team?”
Draco’s smile thinned out into a tight grin as he eyed him. “If I didn’t know any better, Theo…I’d think you were testing me.”
His voice carried an icy undertone that caused both Crabbe and Goyle to tense, but Nott simply mimicked him to lounge on the railing.
“Not at all, Drake. Just being friendly,” he replied coolly. Draco hummed and looked back down at the field to see everyone back on the ground. He smirked slightly at the sight of Hermione and Ginny hugging and laughing and Harry arguing with several people who’d obviously not made the cut.
“Weasley, Bell, and Granger,” Draco said as the three girls stood off to the side and began talking excitedly. “Interesting line-up.” He finally sat and leaned back on the bleachers again.
“And it’s the Fire,” he said as Nott also retook his seat.
“Fire?”
“Her favorite team…,” Draco replied, “The Sun Fires.”
Nott settled back against the bleacher. “Good to know.”
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"Okay!" Harry shouted, as soon as the last of the dismissed Beater contenders had cleared the field, “Keepers up!"
Ron and three other boys stepped forward.
"Is this it?" Harry asked with a surprised look at them, not ready to believe his luck at having so few Keepers to try and weed through.
Ron and the others simply stared back at him and Harry shrugged and started explaining the routine he wanted them to go through.
Ginny leaned toward Hermione as the boys mounted their brooms. "After all that fuss yesterday, McLaggen doesn't even bother showing up? What a prick."
Hermione felt a stab of trepidation in her stomach at the realization that McLaggen was indeed missing from the line-up. He'd tried-out the last time. He'd been planning on trying-out this time. But he wasn't there. And now that she thought about it, he hadn’t been at breakfast either.
She placed a hand to her stomach and looked up at Draco in the stands. Her feeling of unease turned into dread at the sight of him leaning back and looking complacently down at Ron and the other three Keepers. He knew McLaggen wasn't going to be among them.
"What’s wrong?” Ginny asked, nudging her shoulder with her own. Hermione lowered her hand and forced a smile at the redhead.
“Just anxious,” she said shifting her gaze to Ron who’d flown up to hover at the goal hoops.
Ginny nudged her again with a small laugh. “The hard part’s over. Now we get to have some fun.”
Just as she finished her sentence Harry turned to them. “I want you three to throw everything you’ve got at them. No holding back,” he instructed them.
Ginny snatched a quaffle up from the ground with an almost feral grin. “Like I ever hold back,” she said, tossing the ball up and catching it as she swiftly mounted her broom and took off. Hermione watched her go then glanced once more at Draco who was watching eagerly. She took a deep breath and then picked up a quaffle and mounted her broom as Katie did the same beside her.
“You ready to make these boys sweat?” Katie asked her with a playful grin. Hermione simply nodded as she tucked the quaffle under her arm and then kicked off from the ground.
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The moment Harry called out that the tryouts were finished and the chosen Gryffindor team gathered together to meet on the pitch, Draco stood.
“Where are you off to so quickly?” Nott asked, squinting up at him. Draco frowned briefly at Crabbe and Goyle squabbling over who owed who Galleons and then stretched.
“Time for business,” he said idly. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
Before the others could respond Draco jogged down the bleacher row to the stairs leaving a suspicious looking Nott and the now scrapping Crabbe and Goyle behind. He took the stairs down the stands two and three at a time until he reached the bottom and then sprinted to the locker rooms.
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Draco watched the Gryffindors file into their locker room through the tiny crack he’d opened in the door to the large broom closet. He smiled when he caught sight of Katie and Hermione talking animatedly about their goals as they came down the hall. Ginny was just behind them, tugging at her gloves. As soon as Katie and Hermione entered the locker room Draco chanced a glance up and down the hall and looked at Ginny.
“Psst. Red…” he whispered. Ginny startled slightly and then looked at him annoyed.
“What?” she hissed back at him, after looking quickly around her. He grinned.
“That was some wicked flying. Congrats on making the team.”
Ginny gawked at him a moment. “Uh…thanks,” she said shyly.
“Send Hermione, would you?” Draco asked before Ginny could say anything more. “Don’t tell her I’m in here, though.”
A smile worked its way across Ginny’s face and she simply turned away from him to enter the locker room. Draco shrunk back into the closet and closed the door. He waited, wand in hand, in the dark space for a minute until he heard the door handle turn. He quickly cast a silencing charm and a lumos and set his wand on a shelf giving light to the whole closet, then stood back against the wall.
As soon as Hermione entered the closet, Draco lunged forward and grabbed her. She went to scream and Draco covered her mouth with his hand as he forced her against the wall and quickly kicked the door shut. Hermione’s eyes were wide as she watched Draco hungrily look over her, his right hand still over her mouth, his other arm braced against her middle.
“You little minx,” he breathed, pressing himself closer to her, “Going to watch the tryouts, hmm? Funny you never mentioned you’d be watching them from the pitch.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him and he could feel her smirk behind his fingers. He removed his hand and placed it on the wall beside her head.
“‘You never know who might just show up and give it a go this time,’” Draco said in a girly, mocking voice and Hermione’s smirk got bigger.
“Did I do something wrong?” she purred, tilting her chin up at him. Draco’s eyes darkened and he nodded menacingly.
“Keeping secrets from me,” he said in a low whisper, “you naughty girl.”
Hermione whimpered. “What…what secrets?” she asked as she began to pant when Draco pressed his knee between her legs.
“Oh, I don’t know…maybe that you’re a Chaser. That you can fly like the bloody wind. That you look fucking downright edible in a uniform.”
“I…I wanted you to be surprised,” Hermione said, biting her lip as he pressed the knee harder into her.
Draco’s lip curled back a bit as he suddenly removed his hand from the wall and thrust it down into Hermione’s knickers. She gasped and arched at the contact and Draco held her against the wall with his left arm. Music began to play as his fingers worked at her and she pushed back at him in a panic.
“Too loud,” she moaned, “Cast a charm.”
Draco shook his head and inserted another finger inside her. “No,” he said through gritted teeth, “You like surprises… let’s see what happens.”
Hermione tried to protest again, but nothing but a throaty moan escaped her as Draco curled his fingers and rubbed his thumb over her clit. He leaned his forehead against hers and their heavy breathing came out in rhythm together as he brought her higher with each rough stroke of his hand. Just as she was about to climax, Draco removed his hand abruptly and fell to his knees. He swiftly pulled down her bottoms and knickers in one go and then buried his face between her legs.
“Draco!” Hermione gasped loudly, fisting her still gloved hands into his hair. Her eyes rolled and she let her head loll back against the wall as Draco sucked at her. “Need…silence…Draco…oh…”
Draco grinned as he nipped at her and worried her clit lightly between his teeth.
“Oh gods…” Hermione slumped a little down the wall. After a last lick, Draco stood and forced her back up again. He shoved her roughly against the wall with his arm as he fumbled with the front of his trousers with his right hand and freed himself.
“You worried me, you know,” he said in a low voice, “when I didn’t see you in the stands.” He tsked. “I don’t like to worry… makes me…angry.”
Hermione gave him a playful glare and tried to push him away. “That’s your problem.”
Draco chuckled darkly as he pressed into her harder and used his knee to force her legs as far apart as they could go with the lower half of her uniform still pooled at her calves. “No, my dear…it’s about to be your problem,” he said as he lined himself with her entrance. He inserted just the tip of his cock and then released his hand to grab the back of Hermione’s head. He pulled her head forward and slammed his lips to hers and thrust into her to the hilt.
Hermione groaned loudly into Draco’s mouth at the penetration and she felt him twist his hand tightly into her hair. She shoved at him again and he yanked her head back, breaking their kiss. “You tryin’ to fight me off, princess?” he asked with a grin as he pumped into her. Hermione slapped him in the face. Draco stilled his hips for the briefest of moments as he felt his cheek. He glared back at her and then growled fiercely as he lifted her up and slammed her into the wall.
Hermione cried out as he proceeded to fuck her so hard the brooms stacked in the corner fell over against them. Draco ignored them as he buried his face into Hermione’s neck and panted.
“You...are so…fucking… incredible,” he rumbled into her. “So sexy…so tight…gaahhh!!” He roared again and pushed the brooms aside as he lifted her and slammed her into the next wall. Hermione gasped and dug her nails deep into Draco’s back. He hissed in pain and increased the force of his thrusts.
“You’re a Chaser,” he moaned as Hermione moved her hands to his head. “A fucking Chaser,” he said again and Hermione pulled his hair hard. The pain of it made him go wild and he picked her up again to slam her roughly back.
“Chaser...Quidditch…you…fuck,” he muttered incoherently as he drove into her. His movements became quicker and he looked her in the eyes as he suddenly came hard. Hermione tensed around him as he pulsed within her and then sagged into his embrace. He held her in place as they panted for breath and the music faded and then slowly lowered her to her feet and pulled out.
“God damn,” Draco breathed as he tucked himself away and then finally reached for his wand. Hermione rested her head on the wall as she followed his movements.
“You…don’t like…me playing Quidditch?” she puffed as Draco performed a few cleansing spells. He scoffed.
“Seeing you…on that broom,” he shook his head as he bent down and pulled her clothes back into place, “I’ve never been more turned on in my life.” He stood and kissed her, more gently this time, and she melted into him. Draco pulled back and lifted her chin. “I’m so proud of you,” he said gazing at her lovingly. “But I wish you would’ve told me. You have no idea what it took for me not to react in front of those other arseholes. Theo got suspicious.”
“Sorry,” Hermione said guiltily, “I hadn’t thought about that.” She placed her palm against the cheek she’d struck. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” she asked. Draco shook his head in her hand.
“No. You okay?”
Hermione smiled up at him. “Better than okay. You know I like it rough.”
Draco hummed contentedly as he again pressed his face into her neck and pulled her close. Hermione stroked the back of his head to smooth his ruffled hair.
“It was really risky not to do the silencing spell, though,” she said seriously.
“I think I’m wounded by your continued lack of faith in me,” he said in a pretend whine. “You really think I didn’t already have a spell up?”
“Well, I…” Hermione began and then stopped as the closet door swung open. She and Draco froze, hidden behind the door as someone hefted an armful of borrowed brooms into the closet and then shut the door. Hermione looked at Draco with wide eyes.
“You didn’t lock it!?” she snapped, punching him hard in the shoulder. “How’s that lack of faith now you prat? What if they’d come in while we… Oh my gods…Draco!” She socked him again and he laughed.
“Damn it, woman. Stop hitting me.” He rubbed at his shoulder. “It was fine. We didn’t get caught. And even if we had there are little things called memory charms,” he said wiggling his wand in her face. She went to bat it away when a dark spot on it caught her eye. The dread she’d felt earlier about McLaggen’s absence returned full boil in her gut.
“Draco…what is on your wand?”
He looked at her puzzled before glancing down at the stick in his hand. “What are you talking about?”
Hermione turned his hand over and pointed to the reddish-brown splotch near the base of the wand. “Is this dried blood?”
Draco scratched at the spot with his thumb. “Oh, that?” he said casually, “I had a nose bleed.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. “Draco…”
“Hermione…” he copied childishly.
“Don’t lie to me. Why is there blood on your wand?”
Draco simply smiled at her. “I’m not lying.”
“Draco, what did you do to him?” she asked seriously. Draco tilted his head.
“Who?”
“McLaggen.”
The briefest glint of satisfaction flashed across Draco’s face, but he simply gave her an expression of feigned concern. “Why…did he not make it to tryouts or something?”
“Stop it!” Hermione snapped, shoving Draco hard in the chest. “You will not to lie to me!”
Draco’s smile disappeared completely and he cocked an eyebrow at her. “I haven’t.”
“Draco,” she nearly begged, “What…what did you do to him? Tell me.” Draco simply stared at her with a stony expression and Hermione hit him in the chest again. “Tell me!”
The muscles in Draco’s clenched jaw visibly pulsed as he glared back at her. “Stop hitting me.”
Hermione took a step back from him. “We promised each other, Draco. We made a promise that we would be completely honest with each other. No secrets.”
Draco reached forward and took hold of the robe of her practice uniform. He held it up. “No secrets?” he mocked cruelly.
“That’s not the same, and you know it,” Hermione replied angrily. She jabbed a finger in his chest. “I am your soul mate! I am your equal! You’re supposed to be honest with…”
Draco grabbed her by both shoulders –adrenaline overriding the pain in his left hand- and pushed her against the wall. “I know you’re my fucking soul mate!” he roared down at her. “I AM being honest with you!”
“Then tell me where McLaggen is!”
“I don’t fucking know!” Draco shouted. “He’s probably wanking in his room!”
“Did you do something to McLaggen last night?” she asked outright.
Draco let go of her arms and took a step back from her. “Yes,” he answered simply.
Hermione swallowed hard. “Something that caused there to be blood on your wand?”
There was a long pause as Draco stared at her. “Yes,” he finally said.
“Then you lied to me,” Hermione said with a disappointed shake of her head.
“No…I didn’t,” Draco said angrily. “But it’s wonderful to know that you think I’m a liar and all that equal soulmate talk is horseshite. Now I won’t feel so bad when I lie to you after I get back from the officers’ meeting.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. “Why would you lie to me about the meeting?”
Draco looked at her very seriously. “Will you want to hear about who the Dark Lord has me rape or kill?”
Hermione’s heart jolted behind her ribs. “Draco…that’s not funny.”
“Am I laughing?” he sneered. He yanked back his left sleeve and thrust his forearm at her. “Do you honestly think that a man that burns a fucking skull into a sixteen-year-old’s skin is going to simply serve tea and gossip about the society pages?”
Hermione started to cry. “Draco…”
"Hermione? Are you still in here? Are you decent?" Ginny's voice suddenly entered the closet as the door cracked open. When neither Draco nor Hermione answered as they stood staring at each other, Ginny pushed into the closet.
"Hermi...oh," she started and then stopped at the sight of her crying, "I'm sorry. I'll...I'll just give you a few minutes..." As she started to back out of the closet, she caught sight of Draco's still exposed left arm.
"Oh gods," Ginny whispered, backing against the wall. Her eyes lingered on the Dark Mark and then moved to the wand in Draco’s right hand and then darted up to Hermione's face. Ginny pulled her wand. "Hermione, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Gin," Hermione said softly, never breaking her eye contact with Draco, "Please go. I'll be out in a moment."
Ginny raised her wand at Draco. "No, you're coming now," she said sternly. Draco and Hermione both finally looked at her and their eyes widened at the sight of her wand trained on Draco.
"Gin, what are you doing!?" Hermione cried, taking a step to stand in front of Draco.
“What did you do to her, you Death Eater bastard?” Ginny snarled with an accusing glare at Draco over Hermione’s shoulder. He simply scowled at her as Hermione held out her hands to further shield him.
“Gin,” Hermione tried to placate, “Please…just calm down and close the door. I can…”
“Aw hell no,” Ginny shook her head. She kept her eyes locked on Draco as she turned her face slightly to the door and shouted. “Harry!!”
“No, no, no,” Hermione pleaded, taking a step forward. Ginny pointed her wand into Hermione’s face.
“Not another step,” she threatened. “Harry!”
Hermione backed against Draco helplessly.
“Move to the left on three and I’ll disarm her,” Draco whispered into her ear. She nodded minutely and then felt Draco tap her on the back once…then twice…then three…
Hermione leapt to the side and Draco went to slash his wand just as Harry poked his head in the door.
“Expelliarmus!!”
Harry’s disarming spell was lightning quick and both Draco’s and Ginny’s wands went flying out of their hands to his feet. He picked them up then came the rest of the way into the closet and closed the door. He locked it.
“Oh look, a man who remembers to lock the door,” Hermione muttered and Draco rolled his eyes.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Harry asked angrily, looking between Ginny and Hermione and Draco. “And why was she crying?” he asked horrified at the sight of Hermione wiping at her face.
“You were right,” Ginny said, snatching her wand back from Harry, “he’s one of them.”
Harry frowned at her. “What are you talking about?”
“She’s talking about this,” Draco said, holding out his left arm. Hermione stepped back to his side in solidarity as Harry adjusted his glasses to look at Draco’s arm.
“Fuck,” Harry said quietly when his eyes focused on the Mark. He puffed a nervous breath and ran a hand through his messy hair. “Just…fuck.”
He looked up at Hermione and Draco as they stared back at him like criminals waiting to be sentenced. “Hermione, are you hurt?”
She shook her head and Harry looked at Draco. “How…how long?” he asked calmly, nodding towards the Mark.
“Since the fourth of July,” Draco replied quietly, as Hermione slipped her hand over Draco’s forearm.
“Don’t touch it!” Ginny blurted out with a horrified expression when Hermione’s fingers ran over the Mark. Hermione looked at her.
“It’s just a brand, Gin. I’ve touched it a thousand times.”
Ginny gaped at her and turned to Harry. “What do we do?”
Harry looked deep in thought as he stared at Hermione’s hand resting on Draco’s arm. “I…I don’t know,” he said with a small shake of his head. He turned to Ginny and Draco took the opportunity to raise his right hand.
Suddenly Harry and Ginny both gasped in alarm as their hands involuntarily let go of their wands. Harry tried to bend over to pick his up but froze halfway down.
“Ah!” he cried out as Ginny cursed beside him when she too found her body resisting her movements.
“Get my wand,” Draco said to Hermione as his face contorted with extreme concentration.
“What are you doing to us!?” Harry demanded with a grimace at Draco.
“What…what’s happening to them?” Hermione asked worriedly.
“Get my wand!” Draco grunted as his outstretched hand trembled. Hermione scurried forward and grabbed up his wand from the floor. She came back to Draco’s side and held the wand out to him, but he shook his head.
“O…obliviate ‘em,” he choked out as his whole body began to shake. Hermione looked back at Harry and Ginny who were both wide-eyed and stock-still. Her hand shook slightly as she grasped Draco’s wand and pointed it at them.
“Hermione, no!” Harry gasped as he struggled against his own body.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she twisted her wrist to begin the spell. She started to cry again as Ginny’s and Harry’s eyes glossed over and their faces went slack. They both slumped back against the closet wall amongst the brooms and Draco lowered his hand.
“What the hell just happened?” Hermione asked, wiping her cheek as she stared at her two semi-conscious friends. Draco leaned against the wall next to the brooms and panted for breath.
“Something…I learned…last night,” he said with a sniff. Hermione glanced at him and let out a small gasp.
“Draco…you’re bleeding.”
Draco touched his fingers to his upper lip to feel the blood dripping down from his nose. “Yeah,” he said annoyed, reaching for his handkerchief, “this happened last night too.”
Hermione looked down at the bloodstain on his wand. “Your blood then?”
Draco gave a weak nod as he pinched the handkerchief to his nose. “I told you it was,” he muffled.
“So…you didn’t torture McLaggen?” Hermione asked delicately.
Draco furrowed his brow at her and sniffed a little through the handkerchief. “I merely experimented on him for a bit.”
“Sixty percent water,” Hermione said softly after a moment when she realized what he meant. “You can control people by the water inside them?”
“Obviously,” he said nodding at Ginny and Harry, “but it fucking kills. Feels like fire in my veins. Can’t do it for too long at one time.”
“Did it hurt them?” she asked, placing a hand to her stomach as it burned with the guilt of having just attacked two of her best friends.
“No,” Draco insisted, “I did it to McLaggen about fifty times last night. He cried like a baby the whole time, but he never complained of any pain.”
Hermione thought for a moment. “If McLaggen’s fine, why didn’t he show up to tryouts?”
Draco shrugged. “He might have suddenly remembered last night that he hates Quidditch.”
Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. “What a coincidence…”
“He might also have remembered that he likes to wear cat-print robes and introduce himself as Merriwether,” Draco added as he peeled his handkerchief gingerly from his face and dabbed at his nose.
Hermione stifled a snicker and then cast a remorseful gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry,” she said softly.
“For?” Draco asked as he took his wand from her. He casually spelled the blood clean from his face and handkerchief while Hermione slumped a little into herself.
“For not believing you,” she whispered. “I was just so worried that you’d…I know you saw him grab me… and I remember how angry I was when Ron hurt you and I…”
“You thought I’d tortured the git to death?” Draco finished for her as he fixed his sleeve. She nodded sheepishly. Draco sighed as he went and picked up Harry’s and Ginny’s wands and carefully tucked them into their robe pockets.
“I won’t deny that I wanted to,” he said, stepping back and pulling Hermione in for a hug, “and I won’t hesitate to really do it if he ever touches you again. But I’d rather prefer to avoid actual torture if at all possible. I’ve seen too much of it all ready, thank you.”
“And what you said about your meeting?” Hermione whispered hesitantly. Draco tightened his grip on her.
"We've got a month before then. Potter's reaction to my Mark was surprisingly calm. I'll talk to Albus about the plans. Maybe if we're lucky we can have the Horcruxes destroyed before then and I can just kill the bastard at the meeting."
"Harry has to kill him," Hermione mumbled against him.
"Then I'll bring him along. The sooner we get this all over with the better. As much as I enjoy fucking in broom closets, I'd prefer not to have to hide or Obliviate people anymore."
Hermione smiled against him. "Agreed."
“Wha…what happened?” Harry’s confused voice startled them. They looked over at him as he stood up straight and rubbed at his forehead. Ginny came to at the same time and looked around uneasily.
“Why do I not remember coming into a broom closet?” she asked with a worried glance at Harry then Hermione and Draco.
Hermione let go of Draco and turned to them. “I’m so sorry,” she said sincerely, “we had to Obliviate you.”
Harry and Ginny both looked enraged at once. “How could you do…”
“You walked in on us,” Draco interrupted as he pretended to zip up his trousers. Harry blushed beet red and Ginny covered her mouth with her hand.
“Oh gods, Hermione. We’re so sorry,” she said with a nervous laugh. Hermione shook her head.
“We forgot to lock the door. It was our fault. I really am sorry I spelled against you…I sort of panicked.”
“Understandable,” Ginny laughed. She tugged at Harry’s sleeve. “We’ll be in the locker room when you’re done.” She tried to open the door and then looked back at Hermione curiously when it didn’t open.
“I thought you said it wasn’t locked?”
“We locked it after you were Obliviated so no one would come in and think we were trying to hurt you until you came back around,” Draco lied convincingly.
“Oh,” Ginny said, letting her smile come back. Draco unlocked the door and Ginny opened it. As they went to step out Harry paused.
“Will you two be disappearing somewhere today, or will you be joining us to visit Hagrid?” he asked looking at Hermione. She gave Draco a questioning look and he kissed her on the forehead.
“Go see the oaf,” he said after pulling back, “I know you want to. Just make sure you use a bug repelling charm. I don’t want you getting fleas.”
Hermione smiled up at him even as Harry scowled and muttered something about ‘prissy pureblood arseholes’. Draco shot him an amused glance and hugged Hermione again.
“Have fun,” he said sincerely into her ear. “I love you. And congrats on making the team.”
“I love you too,” she whispered back, with a squeeze. “Our room tonight. Then we can talk more about…everything.”
Draco simply nodded and then pulled away and patted Hermione on the bum to usher her to leave with the others.
Just as they all went to step out Draco called to Harry. “And Potter…”
Harry looked back at him. “Yeah?”
“That was an excellent tryout. I look forward to playing your team.”
Harry looked slightly taken aback but returned a gracious smile. “Uh…thanks, Malfoy. Good luck with your tryouts tomorrow.”
Draco nodded at him and with a final smile at Hermione, watched the three Gryffindors exit into the hall.
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