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Beyond the Pale	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 81362 -:- Recommendations : 11 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Hermione stared at the uncommonly still water of the Black Lake. Training was over, but her mind was still spinning. Looking at the lake brought back unpleasant memories of her attack, but she wasn’t even concerned with them. She was too worried about Harry.

“It isn’t going to move, love,” Draco said quietly as he brought his arms around her from behind.

She sighed. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, I get it,” Draco said. “Potter’s having his life turned upside down right now.”

“I just… I didn’t want him to have it hanging over his head. I mean, I know the prophesy said it was him or the Dark Lord, but that just took the choice away.”

Draco rested his chin on her head. “I’d offer to turn him, but it wouldn’t do much good.”

Hermione closed her eyes in pain. “No. He has to die… and there’s nothing we can do to stop it.”

“Come on,” Draco said suddenly. “Let’s go for a swim.”

“A swim?” Hermione asked incredulously.

Draco flashed her a grin as he threw off his cloak. “To take your mind off of things.”

Hermione bit her lip in thought as she watched her mate strip and put his clothes on a nearby boulder. She really did forget things when she swam. It was a little like meditating for her. It wouldn’t make Harry’s plight any better if she worried about it. Yes, maybe she would go for a swim.

“About time,” Draco said as she stripped. “I was getting cold.”

“No you weren’t you prat,” Hermione sniffed.

“Well, I was getting lonely.”

She giggled and gave him a sly grin. “Catch me if you can.”

She took off across the bank and dove into the water, Draco on her heels. The water felt slightly warm against her skin and she relaxed into it, slicing through the ripples. It did feel good to be swimming, though she was concerned that they would run into an angry pack of grindylows. An involuntary shudder made its way through her body. She still thought about them sometimes.

“You look beautiful sliding through the water,” Draco purred when she surfaced.

She couldn’t help the blush that crept up on her cheeks. Months of flattering commentary and she was still not immune to Draco’s bold approaches. She didn’t think she’d ever tire of it though, mostly because it felt so real. She’d never appreciated emotions properly. Now that she could feel and smell them, well, she had a whole new respect for emotional states.

“Why do you do that?” Draco asked, running a hand down her cheek.

“Do what?”

“Act like you can’t believe me.”

Hermione frowned. “It’s still… unbelievable. I mean, last year we were at each other’s throats. I was so… so plain. Now I’m comfortable with my body… and yours for that matter, but it’s still surreal from some reason.”

Draco smiled and kissed her on the forehead. “I know what you mean. Who’d have thought that I’d win the Gryffindor princess? You’re the ultimate prize you know.”

Hermione swam backwards in shock. “What?”

“It’s true. Everyone wants you. But I get to have you.”

She blushed again, cursing herself. Did she really have to swoon like some silly little twit who’d been paid a little attention from an unattainable crush? She was a bloody vampire for fucks sake.

Draco chuckled again. “I like it, you know. Makes me feel special.”

Hermione sighed. “You are special.”

“So are you.”

Hermione melted into Draco’s kiss. She loved him so very much, which was still a shock when she really analyzed it. No doubt he was drop dead gorgeous, but his personality had been very off-putting. Now that she’d peeled back the layers, she saw the man he truly was. He was loyal and brave and fierce and completely and totally devoted. Where there was a cowardly little boy that hid behind his father before, there was a strong and independent man now. A man that was willing to risk life and limb for her, a man she loved with all her heart and soul.

Draco pulled her to him, sliding his hands down to cup her arse. She moaned into the kiss as he began grinding into her, his already hard member rubbing deliciously against her folds. Her mind went fuzzy, all thoughts of the lake and her problems drifting away. Draco was her center now. She tilted her hips, hoping he would take her. One kiss and she wanted him.

Draco was more than happy to sink home, groaning when he bottomed out. She relished that sound, the one that meant he was losing himself. She briefly hoped he could concentrate enough to keep them afloat but her thoughts scattered when he pushed her backwards and then slammed her down over his member again. The sharp ache bloomed into pleasure.

Their pace was leisurely. She wasn’t sure if it was because Draco was swimming for both of them and fucking her, or if it was because he preferred to go slow, but she didn’t care. It was perfect. The moon's reflection on the water cast a glow on him, making parts of his hair shine in brilliant gold. She loved the play of colors on his skin as he threw his head back and gave her a particularly sharp thrust.

Time stood still. She preferred it actually. It made her forget that her time was infinite and Harry’s would end before the coming of the new year. She could forget that war was coming, the final show down between the bigoted despot and her best friend. School was a memory and her family was safe. She felt her orgasm take over, sending much needed waves over her body and making her already idle mind go white for a while. Draco’s answering yell told her he felt the same.

“Aren’t you cold?”

Her eyes shot open. What was Harry doing out here this late at night?

“Harry!”

“That’s me,” he sighed. His voice sounded so flat, so dead.

“Are you okay?”

“Not really,” he huffed. “And seriously, aren’t you bloody cold? That water’s got to be freezing.”

“Vampire, Potter,” Draco said in annoyance.

“Right,” Harry sighed and plopped down on the bolder. He didn’t seem to notice nor care that they were swimming in the black lake in the middle of the night.

“Harry… I’m so sorry,” Hermione croaked.

Harry looked up then. His eyes were dull and lifeless. “How long have you known?”

“Since summer,” she said sadly.

She swam to the bank and crawled out, drying herself with a wave of her hand. She wanted to hold her best friend and offer him the comfort he needed. He shrank back and averted his eyes.

“Um, mind putting some clothes on?”

Hermione colored and quickly shimmied into her clothes, noticing Draco doing the same thing with a smirk. Bloody wanker hadn’t even warned her. She shook her head and pulled Harry into her arms. He went easily, letting his head rest on her shoulder. She could hear him crying.

“I wanted to tell you… but I thought you might want to actually enjoy your life for a little while.”

Harry snorted and pulled back, wiping tears from his eyes. “Did you know Dumbledore is dying too?”

Draco frowned. “How much did they tell you?”

Harry sighed. “Everything. They told me about the prophecy again, about Dumbledore’s curse, how long he’s got left, and your mission.”

Draco shuddered at that. “I don’t want to do it Potter, but my mother…”

“I know,” Harry said. His voice was still dull. “I understand. They weren’t going to tell me at all… at least not until the moment right before it happened. But now that we’ll be going to them, none of that matters. I imagine Dumbledore will lay down his life shielding mine until Voldemort can finish me.”

“We’ll get him Harry,” Hermione growled. “You won’t be sacrificed in vain.”

“Well, I should think not,” Harry said, trying to make a joke.

“We will,” Hermione repeated, unable to give him more comfort than that.

Harry ran his hand through his hair. “You know the worst part? I always sort of knew, figured it would be something horrible like that. Then when he took my blood… I knew it was a bad idea. But Dumbledore said that was the key. He said Voldemort had to kill me himself, not anyone else.”

Draco snorted. “That won’t be hard. Death Eaters are strictly forbidden to kill you Potter, on pain of death and torture for their families. No, he’ll insist on killing you himself.”

Harry nodded, shivering slightly. “How does it feel… dying?”

“Don’t know,” Draco said with a shrug. “Neither of us actually died.”

Harry cocked his head before closing his head and nodding. “Right. You’ve still got your souls.”

“If it’s any consolation Harry,” Hermione said quietly. “The killing curse in completely painless. We’ve both fought the darkness though. It’s the hardest thing we’ve ever done. Should you have to face it, deny it with all your might. It wants your soul, no matter how wonderful it sounds.”

“You think I’m going to go to hell?” Harry said, his voice rising slightly.

“No,” Hermione said. “But just in case, if you have to face it, turn around and run to the light.”

Harry smiled sadly. “Don’t they normally say not to go into the light?”

Draco chuckled. “Well Potter, let’s just say that the light is infinitely better than the darkness.”

Harry nodded and pulled his legs into his chest, resting his chin on his knees. He was shivering. Hermione didn’t know whether it was from fear or cold but she searched for something to cover her friend. She almost cried when Draco draped his robes over him. Harry gave a nod of thanks and they resumed staring into the lake. It still contained ripples from their swim… or perhaps the giant squid.

Harry sighed, the heavy sigh of a condemned man. “What would you do… if you had actually seen your turning coming?”

Hermione frowned. “What do you mean?”

“If you knew you were about to become vampire food and decided not to go through with the turning, what would you do?”

Draco harrumphed. “That’s easy. I would have found Hermione and fucked her brains out.”

Harry scowled. “You weren’t even friends when you were turned.”

Draco shrugged. “No, but if I were dying, there would be no reason to keep up the charade any longer. You have no idea how much I long for the day when I can drop the mask, Potter.”

“So have you always been alright with muggleborns or is this a new revelation?”

“Well, when I was young, I believed my father whole heartedly. And then I laid eyes on this infuriating little chit. Perhaps you met her, busy brown hair resembling a rat’s nest, always spouting off facts verbatim from the latest tome she’d perused, big brown eyes that sooth the soul with one look?”

One corner of Harry’s mouth lifted. “Yeah, I might have. Is she super smart, bit of a nag about homework, and the most loyal friend a guy could ever hope to have?”

“That’s the one,” Draco said triumphantly.

“Oh stop it you two,” Hermione huffed. In truth, though they had picked at her, their complements had her blushing so brightly she was sure that Severus could see it from his rooms.

“Anyway,” Draco drawled, giving her a wink. “She blew me out of the water in every class, except flying. I couldn’t believe it. And, of course, a half-blood bested me at flying so you can imagine my confusion. Then again, you did defeat the Dark Lord when you were only one.”

Harry snorted. “No, my mum sacrificed herself and shielded me from him. Seems that’s how I always win, others sacrificing themselves for me. My mum and dad, Sirius twice, Cedric, all my friends, the Weasleys, Remus, they all threw themselves headlong into danger… for me. I suppose it’s about time I stopped hiding behind others.”

Draco sighed sadly. “It isn’t like you asked them to do that Potter. But that wasn’t the point of my story anyway. My point, is that you both were… better… better than me, a pureblood. It opened my eyes. I realized that the majority of the muggleborn and half-blood students were really talented, those Creeveys’ aside.”

“Hey,” Harry huffed. “Dennis and Colin are exceedingly talented. You’d be surprised at how good they are at defensive spells.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Draco murmured. “And then there are those like Longbottom that can’t even walk into Severus’s classroom without nearly pissing himself, Finnegan who sets his eyebrows on fire at least once a week, and Crabbe and Goyle. Well, we won’t go any further than that. My point is that the more I studied everyone, the more I realized that blood didn’t matter. But it isn’t like I could share my new revelations with everyone. Slytherin, remember?”

Harry nodded. “You know, if you’d have told me, we could have helped.”

Draco snorted. “How’s that Potter? No offence, but I’ve got Dumbledore, Snape, and Hermione on my bloody side and I still can’t look like I’ve switched.”

“We could have kept your mum safe from the beginning.”

Draco shook his head. “No Potter. My mum might be innocent of being a Death Eater, but she’s still prejudice. Don’t forget, she came from the Black line, the same ones that struck your godfather from the family tree because he didn’t buy into their doctrine. No, it took me being in serious trouble for her to change her views. Even now I’m pretty sure she’d turn her nose up at Hermione, not that I care in the least. If she doesn’t like it, she can bugger off... but she’s still my mum.”

“Speaking of Sirius,” Hermione interrupted. “I haven’t seen him around lately.”

Harry sighed again. “He’s still around, though he makes himself bloody scarce. He looks like he’s been sleeping better, though he still looks sad for some reason.”

“Good,” Draco snapped. “Maybe he’ll remember not to be a bloody prat.”

Harry frowned. “What do you have against him?”

“Nothing personal,” Draco said, “but I’m outraged for Melody.”

Harry nodded. “I thought so. Not sure what happened there, but it’s an obvious sore spot. Anyway, he’s pretty much just slinking around the castle, gathering little bits of information. I… you can’t tell him about this. He’ll go mental.”

“We won’t,” Hermione said, grabbing his hand in hers. “We won’t tell anyone you don’t want us to.”

Harry took a deep breath. “Well, I actually don’t want to tell anyone. I mean, I know that I could trust Ron with it, but he’s had enough news for a while, don’t you think?”

Hermione blushed. “I didn’t exactly mean to break it to Ron like that but I was so late.”

“And randy,” Draco added with a smirk. “Don’t forget that.”

“Fine,” Hermione snapped. “I was really wanting to get back to you. Happy?”

“Extremely,” Draco purred.

“Ugh,” Harry groaned. “Enough you two. But seriously, I don’t want to tell them. It will be hard enough when I… when it happens. I-I’m not sure they’d let me go, you know?”

Hermione nodded, holding back tears. “We know Harry. What do you want us to do?”

“Well, Malfoy did have one good idea.”

“You aren’t fucking my mate Potter,” Draco growled.

Harry chuckled. “No, definitely not. But… I had thought that… maybe Ginny. Well, maybe not shag her, but I would like to go out with her before…”

“She’ll jump at the chance,” Hermione reassured. “I’ll speak to her in the morning.”

Harry groaned and rubbed his face. “How can you two do this all the time? My eyes feel like lead.”

“Being a vampire helps,” Draco said. “But I’m sure they’d allow you to skip your classes for today, under the circumstances.”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t really want to. The less I’m left alone with my thoughts, the better.”

“Well, then you’ll have to keep a few pepper ups on you,” Draco said. “Come on. Let’s go nick some for you.”

Harry rubbed the back of his head. “This is strange. Draco Malfoy just offered to nick a potion for me.”

Draco shoved Harry and got off the boulder. He pulled Hermione into his side. “I’m doing this for Hermione, Potter. Just so we’re clear.”

Harry grinned. “Okay Malfoy. Whatever you say.”

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Hermione raced through the halls, trying desperately to locate Ginny before lunch. Harry looked positively awful. He must have been completely bushed and was fighting it and his dark thoughts. Even Ron was concerned. She’d secured permission from her father and Dumbledore to excuse Ginny and Harry from their afternoon classes. She was going to throw them in the ROR and hope that Ginny could exhaust Harry.

“There you are,” Hermione panted, trying to mimic being out of breath. It would look odd if she wasn’t breathing heavily after running across half the bloody castle.

Ginny looked at her oddly. “Where else would I be?”

“Right,” Hermione said, plowing on. “Anyway, what would you say to lunch in the ROR with Harry?”

Ginny frowned. “Why?”

Hermione pulled her closer. “He wants to ask you something… something very important that you’ve been wishing for.”

Ginny’s eyes widened comically. “He wants sex?”

Hermione almost choked. “I… well, I meant to ask you out.”

“Oh,” Ginny breathed. “Well, I had rather thought that we were… well, I suppose he never actually asked. I mean, we hang out all the time, but he never. Oh Gods. He wants to ask me officially? Do you think he’ll give me a snog?”

Hermione giggled. “No doubt. But Gin, he is really stressed out right now. He didn’t sleep at all last night and he’s practically living on pepper up right now. I thought maybe after you ate, you might could, well, coax him to sleep.”

Ginny’s breath hitched but she frowned again. “What about afternoon classes?”

“Already taken care of,” Hermione said, triumphantly flourishing the parchment excusing them both.

“Wow Mione, you really did think of everything.”

“Yep. And you know what, if you really wanted to shag, I’m pretty sure Harry’s up for it.”

Ginny giggled. “I like this new you Mione.”

“You like the new me, or the lack of anything resembling Ron in my views.”

“That too,” Ginny grumbled. “Honestly, he didn’t have to go and punch Smith, not that the wanker didn’t deserve it. Still, I can defend my own honor. With him around, I can’t even lose it properly.”

Hermione burst into giggles. “Oh Gin, he just wants to protect you.”

“Bloody wanker. Anyway, you’ll be happy to know that he’s entirely devoted to Lavender at the moment. Now that he knows that the possibility of being with you is about as likely as You-Know-Who dressing in drag and dancing the tango, he’s moved on. It’s rather nauseating.”

“And all the better for some alone time for you and Harry,” Hermione said.

She was really glad for her friend. Lavender was completely devoted to him. She’d give him what he needed, which was constant attention. She might also attack his table manners, which would be nice. Yes, this was a change she approved of. She shook her head out of her thoughts.

“Anyway, are you willing to go?”

“Well, of course, but will Harry be there?”

Hermione nodded. “Dr- um- Derik is already there waiting for you. He’s set the room up. I’ll deliver Harry in just a moment.”

Ginny squealed and happily skipped up the stairs to the seventh floor. Hermione shook her head in amusement and set out to find her very tired friend. He was in the Great Hall, trying desperately not to fall asleep in his mashed potatoes. She shook him a little to get his attention.

“Harry,” she whispered in his ear. “Ginny’s agreed to meet you in the ROR for lunch… right now.”

Harry looked wide awake then. “Now?”

Hermione nodded her head, a grin firmly in place. “There’s lunch in there for both of you and I’ve already gotten you excused from your afternoon classes.”

“How did you manage that?” Harry asked as he scrambled out of his seat to follow her out of the room.

Hermione didn’t speak until they hit the seventh floor landing. “Professor Snape isn’t completely horrible, you know. He understands that you’ll need some time to sort things out. Besides, he does sort of have a soft spot for me. He’s even excused Ginny, so you two will have the afternoon to yourselves.”

Harry looked about ready to break into a dance and song but managed to control himself. “You’re the best bloody friend ever Hermione. Really. This is brilliant! How can I ever thank you?”

“There isn’t any need,” she said quietly. “It’s the least I can do Harry. You’ve given so much.”

Harry took in a shaky breath and pulled her in for a hug. “Thank you Mione. I love you.”

“I love you too Harry,” she said a bit teary eyed. “Go on. Get your girl.”

“And keep your paws off of mine,” Draco growled from the shadows.

“Keep your knickers on,” Harry jabbed. “She was mine first.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Draco snarled.

Harry grinned and entered the ROR.

“Bloody wanker,” Draco snapped.

“Let it go,” Hermione said with a chuckle. “He only wanted to rile you up. Besides, I think it’s an improvement.”

Draco sighed. “Yeah, dead Potter wasn’t much fun at all.”

“Please don’t say that,” she sighed, shuddering.

“I’m sorry love,” Draco said, remorse for his thoughtless words consuming her. “Let me make it up to you?”

“Oh?”

He nodded, a slow, sensual grin on his face. “I’ll let you ride me.”

She scoffed. “Oh really.”

Draco nodded again. “Honest.”

She considered him carefully, searching for any hint of insincerity. He didn’t often let her take control and when she was on top, he controlled her movements. He seemed sincere… but mate or not, he was still a bloody Slytherin and they were tricky.

“How long?”

“Come again?”

She narrowed her eyes. “How long do I get to ride… and will I have any control?”

Draco sighed, aggravated that he’d been caught. “Fine. I’ll let you ride until you cum… and I suppose you can have control until then. But after that… you’re mine.”

Hermione shivered at the dark promise in his words and the flash of indigo in his eyes. She loved that he was possessive but the thought of taking control made her wet her knickers. There was a problem though.

“Where are we going? In case you haven’t noticed, the ROR is occupied.”

Draco smirked. “I’m sure we can find somewhere.”

Hermione almost shrieked when he grabbed her and jumped out the nearest window. It hadn’t occurred to her in that moment that he could still fly without a broom. She’d nearly clawed his arm off until she realized that they’d slowed their descent. Draco landed with a graceful touch on the ground before streaking across the grounds. Moments later, he laid her on a broken down couch in the Shrieking Shack.

“I know it isn’t he most romantic setting,” Draco said as he looked around, “But it’s private. I doubt even father will find us here. Besides, this place is haunted, right? I doubt the townspeople will report it.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Just how long are you planning on staying here?”

Draco shrugged and muttered a few cleansing charms. “As long as it takes.”

Hermione’s protest died in her throat when Draco charmed them both nude. It happened every time. She literally could not refuse her naked mate. He was just too damned irresistible, especially when he stalked like a panther across the room. Her eyes were glued to him as he sprawled out on the couch, leisurely stroking himself while heatedly staring at her. It made her feel powerful and oh so sexy.

She sashayed over, making sure she stepped just right to accentuate her body. It was working, if Draco’s glowing eyes and already weeping member were anything to go by. She kissed him tentatively, charming his arms to stick to the top of the couch when he reached for her. She was in control and she wasn’t about to let him take it from her. He’d promised.

She took her time, kissing every inch of him, teasing and torturing him with her unhurried ministrations. By the time she reached the leaking tip of his cock, he’d already created quite the mess. She licked him like a lolly, savoring the taste that was uniquely Draco. He went to protest as she sucked the tip into her mouth but she quickly sealed his mouth shut. He could moan and groan and growl but he wouldn’t be able to form words to order her to stop. She took her time, worshiping his member, coating it liberally before plunging her mouth over him and swallowing him. She was thankful that her gag reflex was gone now and she was pretty sure he was too.

Draco jerked and bucked, making obscene noises and pleading with his eyes for her to stop. She knew what he wanted. He really loved coming inside her but she wasn’t going to let him. She was going to claim control and since she hadn’t come yet, her time wasn’t over yet. He went over quickly, keening low in his throat as he shot his load down hers. She swallowed it eagerly before licking her lips to gather what she’d missed.

“Delicious.”

Draco had to shut his eyes to control himself. She noticed that his member hardened again and she was once again happy that she was a vampire. No recovery time. She’d become unbearably aroused by his display and decided to let him have his words back.

“Damn it Hermione,” Draco puffed. “You’re going to kill me.”

Hermione smiled. “Good think you’re already dead.”

“Mostly,” Draco rasped. “Come on, take a ride. Get yours.”

Hermione cocked her head. An emotion she hadn’t counted on before had surfaced, desperation. Oh, he’d been plenty desperate earlier, but to come. This one was associated with her, but not with feeling her. She couldn’t quite place it.

“Please love,” Draco said, almost pleading. “I have to please you.”

Hermione felt her entire body break out in chills. Severus had told her about this. Dominants were sometimes so in tune with their mates that they almost couldn’t stand the thought of not pleasing them. Oh, they’d dominate and put their foot down, but they hated for their mate to be unhappy or unfulfilled. She smiled and positioned her dripping pussy over his pulsing member.

“I thought I was in control.”

Draco nodded frantically. “You are, but it’s wrong for me to feel pleasure first.”

Hermione shook her head. “No it isn’t… because watching you come and lose control… it’s the best drug in the world.”

Draco groaned at her words, turning to a feral snarl when she sank down on top of him. It took her a moment to get her rhythm. She wasn’t used to being in control. She found it quickly, setting a fast and hard pace that had her clit thrumming every time it hit his groin or scraped along his cock. She was in absolute heaven, slowing down so she could savor the feeling. All too soon, her walls started fluttering. She didn’t want to go yet.

“Come pet,” Draco purred. “Come for me. Show me how beautiful you really are.”

His words sent her over, flames of pleasure consuming her as her climax took her. She hadn’t even come down before Draco had his hands removed from the couch and flipped her over, riding her hard and fast to prolong her pleasure. It climbed with each thrust until sparks formed behind her eyes. She was going to pass out if he didn’t quit. She didn’t like passing out. He hit the perfect spot, her inner walls spasming around his as he plunged in and out.

Down was up and vice versa. She just held on for the ride. She lost count of times she had come before Draco thrust sharply and emptied himself inside her. He collapsed on her chest, not bothering to move. She liked his weight on top of her.

“We should get back,” she said sadly after a long while.

Draco snorted. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“But-“

“No buts,” Draco snapped. “You aren’t leaving here until you’ve passed out at least once.”

Hermione swooned at the dark order. She was in for quite the afternoon. She only hoped that Harry and Ginny were having as good a time.

AN: Sorry guys. Broken computer. Family things. This one comes to you unedited. I'll go back and fix it when I can. As always, thanks for the reviews. They mean a lot. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... Love you guys.
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