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Draco’s eyes flew open and he sat up in a cold sweat. Merlin he hated nightmares. This one had been worse than any other he’d ever experienced. The Dark Lord had discovered them and somehow taken their powers from them. He watched helplessly as a mob of Death Eaters tortured and raped his wife over and over again until he finally broke out of the dream. He was breathing harshly, trying to calm himself down when it dawned on him that he should check the time. It wouldn’t be long before they’d need to leave.

A quick flick of the wrist let him know that it was two in the morning. He looked down at his wife, sleeping peacefully curled up on her side. He was lucky he hadn’t woken her up. She always worried when he woke up from a nightmare. He smiled when she shuffled back a bit, missing his warmth. She was a cuddler, that was for sure and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved to feel her lithe little body pressed up against his.

He lay back down and she instinctively turned over to lay her head on his shoulder. It was amazing how they automatically sought each other out even in sleep. He almost laughed aloud at the thought that he was attracted like a magnet to the little Gryffindor princess. Wouldn’t people be shocked? How he longed to tell everyone that she belonged to him. He was tired of the sneaking around already but there would be no reprieve for a very long time. Of course, that wouldn’t stop him from taking every advantage in private would it?

He smirked and used a spell to peek through the heavy curtains of the bed. They’d warded them to stay shut and put a silencing charm over them but that was all. They could still be detected if someone tried very hard. Fortunately for them, the one person that would was terrified for her life. He remembered being a hummingbird perched on Hermione’s shoulder when she sauntered into her dorm. She merely raised an eyebrow before Lavender averted her eyes and drew the curtains around her bed. He could hear her teeth chattering. Served the bint right.

Parvarti never slept with her curtains closed and it annoyed him to no end. It meant they had to stun her before they started anything to keep her from waking up and possibly seeing them. Lavender had opened her curtains as well but she was far from sleep. She was curled up as far as she could get against the headboard, staring at their bed. Apparently, they’d made a big impression on her but he could see the curiosity in her eyes. She wondered if Hermione’s vampire was there. Deciding to be devious, he smiled and took down the silencing spell. He replaced it with a muffling spell. It would filter out some of the noise but not all of it. He also stunned Parvarti.

Satisfied with his work, he shifted on his side and looked at his wife again. Her eyelids were flickering and her luscious lips were turned down into a frown. She was obviously dreaming and it didn’t appear to be a good one. His heart ached to think she was having a nightmare. He took one finger and drew it down her nose. It was funny. She both hated and loved the gesture, wrinkling her nose and blushing at the same time. She flicked his hand away like a gnat.

He smiled. He loved teasing her, annoying her, watching her reactions. Hell, he loved her, all of her. They’d had a very long talk after that mess with Weasley and realized just how far they’d fallen. The strange thing was he couldn’t bring himself to care. He realized that this was what all those sappy poets must have been talking about, true love. He sniffed softly in amusement and drew his finger down her nose again, earning him a nose wrinkle. He leaned down and softly kissed her lips. She kissed him back unconsciously. He pulled back and smirked when he saw her try to follow him.

Her eyes fluttered open and she gave him a breathtaking smile. “It is morning already?”

“Pas mon amour. (no my love)” He said, shaking his head.

“French?” She giggled.

“Je suis français, oui? (I am French, yes)” He asked.

“Since when?” She whispered.

He smiled and pointed to his ears and then pointed in the direction of Lavender. Then he grinned evilly and pressed a kiss to her pulse point.

“You wicked, wicked man,” Hermione sighed.

“Always ma chérie.” Draco drawled in the same French accent he’d used earlier, delighting in her shiver. Who could have guessed a fake accent would turn her on so thoroughly. He could practically smell her desire. He kissed her shoulder and then her collar bone, dragging his tongue across the sensitive flesh of her scar.

“Mmm. What time is it?” She asked, panting slightly.

“Just after two in the morning. We’ll need to go soon. But until then, I want to taste you.”

“You are insatiable.” She moaned as he ducked under the sheets and kissed his way down her body, stopping to lavish attention on her breasts. She’d given up wearing clothes to bed because she’d always be nude come morning.

“Only for you,” he said, his voice muffled as he licked and bit his way to her center.

He gently parted her thighs and inhaled her musky scent. He ran his finger lightly over her slit, groaning when he realized just how wet she was for him already. Unable to resist, he licked her essence off his finger and then ran his tongue over her opening, gathering her juices and drinking them down. She moaned softly and shifted to grind up into him. He dove in, giving her no quarter as he kissed, bit, sucked, and lapped at her quim, delighting in her noises. The surprised gasps of Lavender only turned him on further.

He could feel her tensing, ready to explode and set to work determinedly, sliding first one and then two fingers into her hot little channel. She wailed as he crooked his fingers up and hit the perfect spongy spot. He bicycled his fingers until he felt her inner walls clamping down on him. Her shrill cry was like music to his ears. He continued to lap at her until she had come down and then kissed his way back up and captured her lips in heated passion.

“I could taste you all day long,” he breathed and she shivered. “And you say I’m insatiable.” He chuckled as he lined himself up with her still dripping entrance. He seated himself in one solid thrust and groaned at the feeling of his wife’s tight sleeve clutching him tighter than a fist. “Sorry love, nothing slow this morning.”

“Forget slow,” Hermione growled. “Fuck me.”

“As you wish,” Draco hissed as he poured on the power.

He slammed into her over and over again, trying to get as deep as he possibly could. He felt like he needed to crawl inside her. She moaned and urged him faster, grabbing his back and lifting her hips up to meet his. Overcome with the need to consume her, he grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed, thrusting as hard and fast as he could. Her walls fluttered and she screamed as she came. Her muscles clamped down on him so hard he could barely move. A few thrusts later he came with a low groan. He barely kept himself from crushing her as he came down, rolling over at the last minute.

“That was…” Hermione panted.

“Bloody fantastic,” Draco chuckled.

“Yes but now I can’t move and we need to get up and get dressed,” Hermione groaned.

“That’s why they make pepper up potion.” Draco summoned a few bottles from his discarded cloak. “Drink it down. We’ve got to get moving.”

Hermione guzzled down the vial and shuddered at the horrible taste. Draco grinned and hopped out of the bed, dragging Hermione with him. He glamoured his hair black and peeked out to see if Dobby had arrived with their clothing yet. Sure enough, there was a stack of clothing on the night stand and an old tin mug. He grabbed both and threw them inside, casting a glance to the side through his hair to see Lavender glaring at him. He closed the curtains with a snicker and they got dressed as quickly as they could.

“Oh honestly,” Hermione huffed as she looked down at her ensemble. It was hunter green and sparkly but barely covered. The dress was a super low v cut with spaghetti straps. The skin tight material barely came mid-thigh and had cut outs on the sides, exposing her ribs and almost showed the straps of her thong.

“I think you look good enough to eat,” Draco whispered in her ear. “You look amazing in my colors.”

Hermione blushed. “I feel like I’m going to fall out of this thing.”

“So cast a sticking charm,” Draco said while reaching into his pocket. He extracted a small black bag and grinned. Hermione gasped as he dumped the bag over her head and felt the crystals fall out. Draco uttered a sticking charm to keep them in her hair. “Perfect.”

Hermione smiled gently. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” She admired the green silk shirt he wore and ran her fingers over his partially exposed chest. She dragged her fingers down and around to his leather clad arse.

“Keep that up and we’ll be late,” Draco warned sternly. He flicked his hand and the time sprang up in front of them. They only had half an hour to sneak out and portkey to the club. “We’d better go.” He pulled on his medallion. He hadn’t spelled his hair back so he opened the curtain and escorted her through.

Lavender squeaked resentfully as she watched them come out. Her mouth hung open in an undignified manner and it looked as though her eyes would bug out of her head. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t believe that is any of your business,” Draco sniffed and threw his arm around Hermione’s waist, smirking evilly as he heard Lavender scream in indignation. They made it down stairs to the common room before they came across someone.

“Where are you two running off to?” Harry asked softly as he adjusted his glasses on his nose. Ginny was lying in his lap, her eyes blinking sleepily.

“Got to see a man about a broom.” Draco grunted when Hermione elbowed him in the rib.

“Looks like you’re going clubbing,” Ginny said yawning.

“It’s a black tie affair, broom shopping.” Draco smirked.

“You’re shopping for a broom at a club,” Harry said slowly, not believing them for a moment.

“We’re helping a friend with a broom,” Hermione said, her eyes pleading with Harry to let it go. She heard Lavender creeping at the top of the stairs. The common room wasn’t the place to have this conversation.

“I want exact details of this broom when you get back,” Harry said gravely.

“We’ll be back by morning. I have a date with a venomous plant,” Draco said softly.

“Men with brooms and dates with plants, you have a busy night ahead,” Harry snarked.

“It’ll only get busier from here Potter. You’ll do well to remember that,” Draco warned.

“I think about nothing else,” Harry said contemplatively. “Be careful.”

“We will Harry,” Hermione said, her eyes flickering up to see that Lavender was now at the foot of the stairs. Her eyes narrowed in anger. Harry turned around to see what Hermione was glaring at and sighed heavily. “If you’ll excuse us Harry,” Hermione said tightly and nodded her goodbyes.

“Bring her back vampire,” Harry said a bit louder than necessary.

Draco grinned and let his fangs flicker in the dying light of the common room fireplace. “Oh I’m quite fond of this one. I’ll return her in one piece by morning.” His French accent sent tremors through Hermione’s body. It was ridiculous, responding to such a thing. He grinned and summoned their cloaks, biting back a laugh when they hit Lavender before they zoomed into his hands. They left with a flourish.

They didn’t run into a soul all the way to the edge of the forbidden forest. Hermione slipped her necklace on and took the tin cup out of her pocket.

“I’m nervous.” It was unnecessarily. She knew Draco could feel her moods but voicing them seemed to make her feel better.

“We’ll be fine,” Draco assured her and took hold of the tin cup.

They felt the sickening pull behind their navel and held on for life as they spun around for what seemed like ages before plopping down rather unceremoniously in front of Fangs and Thangs. They took a moment to shake themselves off and get settled. Draco took the glamour off his hair since that was how Sampson had seen him before.

“Are you ready sweetheart?” He asked softly as he tenderly brushed her cheek with his finger.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she said, fighting down nausea. “You’re sure we’re doing the right thing?”

“I am. Now look sharp, that bloke at the end of the line is Rowley. He’s stupid as a brick but a total parrot.”

Hermione nodded and squared her shoulders. “Let’s go then.”

“There’s my lioness,” Draco breathed affectionately and led her to the door and right up to the front, much to the consternation of the patrons standing in line.

“Ah, Roman, Julie, I’ve been expecting you,” Sampson said warmly in his thick accented brogue. He ignored the screech of the woman behind the ropes. Draco refused to flinch, the familiar sounds of Pansy’s mother reaching his ears.

“Good to see you again Sampson,” Draco drawled, lowering his voice and affecting his newfound French accent. “Are we in time for the show?”

“Oh yes. Hurry in and you’ll catch the opening act. I’m sure you’ll appreciate it. Oh, and tell Wictor I say hello and drinks are on the house tonight for you.”

“Thank you Sampson,” Hermione said timidly.

“Ah ah ah,” Sampson warned. “Show them to me.” Hermione sighed and bared her fangs. “Wery beautiful. Go on then.”

Draco nodded and led Hermione through the door. A glance out of the corner of his eye let him know that while they had certainly been noticed, no one recognized them. He shrunk their cloaks and pocketed them as soon as they were clear of the door and led his wife through the throngs of vampires and witches and wizards looking for a good time. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed who was on stage. Alex grinned widely and winked when he saw them, his gaze directing them to the bar. Draco lifted Hermione onto a bar stool. They listened to the honey smooth voice of Alex sing Sway. He chuckled at the leather pants and blood red shirt the vampire wore.

“What can I get you?” A rough voice said from behind them.

“Victor?” Draco asked softly. At his nod, Draco smiled tightly. “Well, Sampson said to tell you hello and that the drinks were on the house for us two tonight.”

“Ah so he did. Roman is it?”

“Yes, and this is my wife Julie,” Draco said, spinning Hermione’s chair around to face the vampire. He had long black hair and glittering black eyes. His fangs gleamed in the bright lights of the club.

“Very nice to meet you,” Victor said softly. “Might I suggest a drink while you wait for the main event?”

“That would be good but just one,” Draco said, his meaning clear. They needed to loosen up but not lose their heads. “What do you recommend?”

“Well,” Victor said with a wicked gleam. “I recommend the bloody Mary. It’s very popular among our fanged guests. We usually make it with synthetic but since your special, you can add the rest yourselves. Most find it rather sensual.”

“Sounds good,” Draco said. He noticed Hermione tensing up and ran a comforting hand over her leg. ‘We’ll be fine.’

Victor mixed several things together and then stopped. “What are your flavors?”

Draco hesitated a second before he realized that Victor was asking how they tasted to each other. “Treacle tart with clotted cream and lime cordial.” Draco pointed to them respectively. Victor nodded and added a few more things before he handed them each a drink and then gave them each a packaged razor blade.

“Run it down the bloodline of the palm. Let it run until the drink turns red. Heal each other and then switch and drink,” Victor ordered. Then he cleared his throat. “SHOTS UP!”

Suddenly, a dozen vampires all crowded the bar and watched in anticipation and lust as the couple nervously unpackaged their razors. Taking a deep breath, they sliced their hands with the razor, wincing slightly at the dual pain. Blood dripped down their hands and they heard the appreciative hissing of the patrons.

“What is that?” A sputtering voice cut through the tense silence. Hermione would know that voice anywhere, Peter Pettigrew. She gritted her teeth to keep from outwardly reacting.

“They’re vampires you twit,” Dolohov spat and cuffed him about the neck. “Now shut up and watch.”

The drinks turned red and the couple exchanged hands, licking up the excess blood from each other slowly as they cast subtle healing charms. They closed their eyes in bliss as the pure flavor of their mate’s blood assaulted their tongue. Then they switched drinks and downed the shot. An explosion of flavor and pure lust surged through them. Draco grabbed Hermione behind the neck and crashed his lips down over hers, his fangs splitting her lips. He licked them clean and continued his assault on her mouth. She yielded to him immediately, lost to his passion and the moment. The cat calls broke them from their moment of reprieve.

“Just beautiful,” Victor purred. “And now it’s time for the main show everyone!”

The vampires turned around towards the stage and cheered loudly. Three hooded figures walked out, two holding onto the third one. The lights went out and then the spotlight came on. The cloaks flew back as a keyboard and drum beat sounded out revealing Melody, Harmony, and Celeste in shimmering golden shift dresses. Melody stepped up to the front, her sunglasses perched precariously on her nose and started singing.

There’s a boy I know, he’s the one I dream of.

Looks into my eyes, takes me to the clouds above. Mm hmm.

Oh I lose control, can’t seem to get enough. Uh huh.

When I wake from dreaming, tell me is it really love.

The girls joined in in the background.

Oooh! How will I know? (don’t trust your feelings)

How will I know?

How will I know? (love can be deceiving)

How will I know?

How will I know if he really loves me?

I say a prayer with every heartbeat.

I fall in love whenever we meet.

I’m asking you what you know about these things.

How will I know if he’s thinking of me?

I try to phone but I’m too shy (can’t speak)

Falling in love is all bitter sweet

This love is strong why do I feel weak.

“She’s something isn’t she?” Alex said from behind them, startling them so bad they nearly fell off their barstools.

“She’s great,” Hermione said softly, looking around for Snape.

“He’s over there,” Alex said, jerking his head in the direction of the corner.

Snape was propped in the very back corner, his arms crossed and a steely look on his face. His hair was drawn back into a low ponytail. He was wearing a white cotton button down and black trousers. It wasn’t quite the leather and silk he had worn before but he wore it well. He met their eyes and gave a subtle nod of his head.

“Where is he?” Draco asked softly.

“Just look for your dear Aunty Bella. He’s the sandy blond one following her around like a pathetic little puppy dog,” Alex drawled. “Now, Philippe is in the back. We’ll be right back.” He disappeared into the crowd.

“That wasn’t very helpful,” Hermione huffed.

“How so?” Draco asked.

“They never said what our cue was.”

“I would think that the raucous would clue you in,” Snape drawled from behind them. He gave them a sardonic smile, his fangs peeking out.

“And how did you slip your new dentistry by our spectators?” Draco drawled softly.

“Glamours.” He shrugged. “Keep a sharp eye but get out on the floor and dance. That was quite the entrance by the way.”

Draco chuckled. “Jealous?”

“Hardly,” Snape scoffed.

“Liar,” Draco breathed and picked Hermione up, dragging her to the dance floor just as Melody started a new song, I Wanna Dance with Somebody. They had fun just moving to the music but there was an edge they couldn’t overlook. They kept their eyes peeled for the start of some sort of attention getting action so they could go to work.

It came about an hour later. Melody needed a break, her voice tired from singing full out for the solid hour. The Death Eaters started circling up around the bar where she was guzzling water so Celeste led Harmony to the Vladimir’s office to hide out for a while. During that time, they put the DJ on and a fast Latin song came on. They heard it the moment it started.

“Hello gorgeous, care to take a spin?” Alex’s honey smooth voice asked. Severus stalked across the room to confront him but was too slow. Melody nodded and placed her hand in Alex’s, only to be whisked away to the dance floor. He spun her out and then in while he leaned over to whisper to the couple. “I’d head out if I were you two.”

That was all the encouragement they needed. Draco had unceremoniously dragged her through the crowds of vampires interested in the fight for dominance that was about to take place. The door to the back room wasn’t hard to find, it was labeled in big bold red letters that looked like they were bleeding. Shuddering, Draco tried the door and found it to be locked. A beautiful dark haired woman appeared out of thin air dangling a key. She was wearing a blood red floor length dress that hid absolutely nothing.

“You are Roman?” She asked in a heavy Russian accent.

“I am,” Draco said cautiously. “You are…”

“I am Tatyana, the Dam of Alex.” Her voice was deep and husky.

“You’re very…alluring,” Draco said flatly.

“Let us hope so young ones.” She laughed musically and handed him the key.

Draco thanked her and blinked as she disappeared again. He unlocked the door and yanked his wife inside, feeling for the light switch she’d taught him about instead of using his magic. It was just beside the doorframe. They both jumped back, startled at the décor of the room. It resembled a dungeon, chains and manacles hanging from the walls. There was a small uncomfortable looking chair that was bolted to the middle of the floor. It had chains attached to the arm rests and legs.

Hermione shuddered. “That’s like the chair in the courtrooms in the Ministry.”

“How did you know about those?” Draco asked curiously.

“One of the times I broke into Harry’s mind, I saw his trial for underage magic.”

“They gave him a trial?” Draco asked incredulously.

Hermione nodded. “Umbridge set the dementors on him and his cousin Dudley and Harry had to use the patronus to save them both. They gave him a trial instead of letting Dumbeldore take care of it.”

“I always hated that toad of a woman.” Draco shuddered.

“You were happy enough to be her lackey,” Hermione snapped before she realized what she’d said.

Draco hung his head. “I’m not proud of it, you know. If you were on her side, then you were afforded certain liberties. If you went against her… well let’s just say I was less afraid of those blood quills than what would happen if word were to get to my father.” Hermione and Draco shuddered simultaneously.

“I’m sorry Draco. I guess old habits die really hard. I know you didn’t have much choice back then.”

“Wrong. I didn’t have any choice back then. I was a pathetic coward.”

“No, you were a boy with nowhere to turn. Not anymore.”

“No. Now I have you,” Draco said softly and grabbed her in a hug, burying his nose in her silky curls. “You’re my redemption.”

Hermione shook her head. “No. You redeemed yourself Draco. You could have chosen not to.”

“If you say so. Wonder how things are going out there?”

“Well,” Hermione hummed. “We could cast a spell and see.”

“What spell?” Draco asked curiously.

“The twins taught it to me. It makes the wall see-through.” She waved her hand to apply it to the door.

“That is a brilliant little spell.” Draco snickered and gave her a peck on her temple as he looked out. Everyone had cleared the dance floor except for three people. Severus had Melody behind him in a bruising grip, his eyes murderous. Alex had crouched down in a defensive stance, his teeth bared. “Wonder what they’re saying?”

Hermione sighed and took something out of a small bag she had stashed between her breasts. She pulled out a set of extendable ears and showed them off. Then she shoved one under the door so they could listen. The men were arguing heatedly in Spanish.

“Damn it. I don’t know Spanish,” Hermione growled.

“Allow me,” Draco said haughtily and placed a translation charm on the ears.

“She’s mine. She bares my mark,” Severus hissed.

“You treat her like a dog,” Alex scoffed.

“She is mine to do with however I please,” Severus growled.

“I’ll end you so she’ll be free from your thumb,” Alex warned.

“She doesn’t want to be free from my thumb,” Severus said haughtily. “Tell him.”

“Stand down, please?” Melody asked softly, her head bowed and tears in her voice. “I agreed to this. I’ll deal with the consequences.”

“He’ll kill you!” Alex screamed.

“He hasn’t yet,” Melody said softly and stepped backwards another step.

Draco’s eyes drew behind her where he saw Bellatrix with a murderous gleam in her eye but the muggle was nowhere to be seen. He looked around frantically, spotting Pettigrew and Dolohov getting too friendly with a couple of trashy looking vampires. There were a few more Death Eaters spread about but they looked slightly amused at the display Severus and Alex were putting on. His heart pounded until he saw that the muggle was chatting up Tatyana a few feet behind everyone. It wouldn’t be long before they could get to him so he decided to watch the rest of the show.

“Don’t make me do this,” Melody pleaded. “I can’t fight you because I still owe you and I can’t NOT fight you because I have to protect him.”

“You think he needs protecting?” Alex sneered.

“No,” Melody scoffed. “But I still have to try. It’s my duty.”

“Duty,” Alex sneered. “You seem to have a lot of those lately and you seem to drop a lot of those too.”

Melody looked up, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I sent you one a little over a week ago.”

“And now?” He drawled, crossing his arms and bringing himself to full height.

“I’ve been a bit… um… busy but I’ll find you someone. I promise.”

“Busy being a whipping post,” Alex said disgustedly.

“I… it was… I,” Melody stammered.

“I know. I’ve heard it a dozen times. You deserved it. Like you are any match for a werewolf,” Alex sneered and the crowd gasped.

“I can fight vampires,” Melody bit out. “There isn’t much difference between them and werewolves.”

“That’s a lie,” Alex hissed. “But I’m not going to get through to you. Therefore, I expect my dues TONIGHT!”

“Yes, of course. Can it wait until after my last set?” Melody asked quietly.

“Not a moment later,” Alex growled and narrowed his eyes at Severus. He hissed loudly and got right up in his face. “I have your number, filthy pervert.” He growled and spun around, changing to mist and drifting out of the club.

Suddenly, a couple appeared by the door and Draco and Hermione jumped back in shock. They’d been riveted by the performance. Hermione hastily rolled up the extendable ears and stuffed them back into the bag. Then she removed the charm on the door. Draco opened it and they both stood behind it while the vampire led the man through. Once they were both in, Draco slammed the door shut and Tatyana threw the muggle into to the chair. She hastily chained him up and brushed her hands off.

“There. You have exactly half an hour to break him. Make sure you bleed him for me.” She handed Draco a medium sized flask. “Payment for the room.”

Draco nodded and let the mysterious vampire out of the room. The sound of laughing caused him to spin around, teeth bared.

“So, they’ve sent a couple of kids to try and break me. How quaint,” The muggle drawled.

Draco merely sneered and looked deep into his eyes. Then he sensed a block and realized that Bellatrix had fed him an occlumency shield potion. He sighed and yanked Hermione to his side. ‘He’s consumed a mental blocking potion. It can be cracked but he’ll need to be unable to concentrate. I’m going to cast the cruciatis and you’ll need to break in.’

‘Draco, that’s an unforgivable!’ Hermione cried in his mind and turned to look at him, her skin paling and her eyes wide.

‘Yes I know that but he has to be in extreme pain but bear no physical scars and that’s what that curse does. It isn’t pretty but unless you have a better idea, then that’s what we have to do.’

‘I don’t like it,’ Hermione griped but knew they only had a limited time to do this.

The muggle laughed wickedly. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Torture too delicate for you sensitive stomachs?”

Draco laughed evilly. “Oh you have no idea what torture is.” He lifted his hand. “Crucio!”

The muggle started screaming just as Hermione cast a silencing charm, not wanting the sound to carry.

Then she lifted her hand and looked deep into the muggle’s wide frightened eyes. “Legilimens!” She was assaulted with images of the man engaged in all sort of horrible acts with unwilling woman. Rape, torture, even murder flashed through her mind and she pulled out abruptly, turning around to vomit.

Draco stopped and turned around to tend to her. ‘Are you alright, love?’

‘Oh Draco, it’s so horrible,’ she cried, closing her eyes and sending him the images she’d seen.

Draco pursed his lips in anger. ‘Switch.’

‘I can’t!’ Hermione wailed in alarm.

‘Take your power from me. All you need is will sweetheart. Don’t you want him to suffer for the things he did?’

‘Well yes but I don’t think we should be the ones to hand him his punishment.’

‘Do you know how muggles punish their murderers? Instead of Azkaban where they are tormented with their misdeeds, they’re locked in a large kind of castle. They get three meals a day, clothing and toiletries, and even entertainment. If they decided to put them to death, it’s quick and painless. What kind of punishment is that?’

‘How do you know about muggle punishment?’ Hermione asked in shock.

‘Alex told me about it when he got those other two muggles. I…knew how you felt about it so I asked. I don’t think it’s much of a punishment. That man should experience at least a taste of what he inflicted on others,’ he said vehemently.

The muggle was gasping and choking from the pain and the shock of the curse but he wasn’t done yet. “That’s all you’ve got?” He laughed. “You’re pussy whipped! Your letting a girl control you. How low.”

Draco sneered as he turned back around. “Would you like to see what this girl can do?”

“Yeah right,” the muggle growled. “Women were made to be man’s playthings. They aren’t good for anything else.”

“Are you sure about that?” Draco asked uninterestedly.

“I haven’t seen one yet that could best me.”

Draco grinned and turned to Hermione, quirking an eyebrow in question. He could tell she was one big ball of dread but she straightened her back and nodded. Knowing she needed a deeper connection to draw the kind of power she needed from him, she bared her fangs, earning a gasp from the muggle. Draco smirked and held out his hand. She scraped it deeply and then suckled the delicious treat she unearthed. Her body glowed. She licked the wound, sealing it and turned around.

“Crucio!” She screamed, putting all of her pent up frustration and anger behind it. The muggle screamed in terror and writhed in agony but she held.

Draco quickly slipped in his mind and navigated to the memories he needed. He was disgusted at most of what he saw but kept trudging through, knowing they didn’t have much time left. He drew his wand and walked over to the writhing muggle, placing his wand to the man’s temple and extracting several key memories from it. He put them into glass vials that he’d snatched from Hermione’s bag when she was being sick. Then he pulled out and nodded. Hermione dropped the curse immediately.

‘Did you get everything?’ She asked tiredly.

‘I think so. He certainly hasn’t told them a whole lot so that’s good.’

The muggle was still twitching from the curse. “Sure, it’s all good when the victim can’t fight back,” he spat.

“You didn’t seem to think that with your victims,” Draco said in a deadly tone. “Turnabout is fair play after all.”

“I’d like to see you under that.” The muggle stuttered.

“Oh I was,” Draco said lightly. “Just last week in fact. I was under it for something like half an hour. I didn’t scream like a baby either.”

“I bet she’d crack.”

“She was held under the same time and never broke. I’d take one of her before a hundred of you any day,” Draco growled. “Now, up next, we need to modify those memories.” He motioned that Hermione should do it.

Hermione nodded and stepped forward, lifting her wand this time. She needed to be precise. “Obliviate!” She snapped and took the muggle’s memories of Melody and Harmony, deleting some and skewing others. Then she took his memories of meeting Tatyana and them. Finally, she disconnected his eyesight so he couldn’t see them anymore.

“My EYES!” The muggle screamed.

“Oh do shut up,” Draco snapped, his voice changing slightly so the muggle couldn’t identify him.

Then he cast the imperious and started weaving the spells to thwart detection. When he was finished, the muggle sat quietly, obediently and Hermione gave him his eyesight back. The man merely blinked, so completely under Draco’s spell that he didn’t make a peep.

“Bleed him,” Draco said, handing her a knife and the vial.

Hermione gulped and made her way over to the man. She didn’t even want to touch him. As quickly as she could, she yanked the sleeve of his cotton shirt up and sliced his arm, holding it over the vial and making sure not to get any on herself. When the vial was full, she healed the wound and cleaned him up, casting a cleaning charm on herself as well.

“Will you be able to control him from Hogwarts?” Hermione asked curiously.

“No,” Draco said softly. “But, godfather placed a vial in my pocket before he disappeared again. I believe it’s an imperious potion. It’s linked to whoever’s blood it contains. They still have to be close though.”

“Is there someone we could ask? I’d hate to release him too early,” Hermione said, thinking about the ramifications if he came out from under the spell.

Like a godsend, a light knock sounded and mist formed under the door. Alex materialized and smiled. “Everything set?”

“All except the imperious,” Draco said. “He’s under my control right now but who will rule him when I give him this?” He held up the vial.

“Harmony will,” Alex answered. “She insisted that she help and that’s about the only way Melody would let her. She’ll be closer to him and be able to manipulate him better with the potion. It will require the same anti-detection spells, of course, but even if those are cracked, the potion is nearly untraceable.”

“Good enough for me,” Draco sniffed and walked over to the now complacent muggle. He shoved the vial in his mouth and tipped it up. “Drink!”

The muggle complied without question. He held him under until his eyelids closed and then let him loose. Hermione stunned him the second he did. Alex and Draco looked at her with matching grins.

“What?” She huffed. “I didn’t want to take any chances.”

“You’ve been hanging with the Slytherins too long sweetheart.” Alex laughed. “Leave now. By the time you get back, it will be time to administer the snakeroot to the niffler. Remember, it’s powdered and added to spring water. The password to Severus’s chambers tonight is the same as the ingredient. Have a good night you two, and you did so well.” Alex turned to the muggle. “Oh, just leave him here unchained. That will annoy Bellatrix to no end.” Then he turned into mist and disappeared.

They left the club quickly, not wanting to stay a moment longer. In short order, they made the nauseating trip back to Hogwarts. It only took a few minutes to dose the niffler. Then Draco shifted to a hummingbird because the sun was on the horizon and rode on Hermione’s shoulders to Gryffindor tower.

“You’re back,” Harry said from the sofa as she trudged in.

She looked up to see him and Ginny on the sofa. Ron was in one of the chairs. She nodded. “It’s done.” Her voice cracked. Her actions were starting to weigh on her. She just wanted to get upstairs before she broke down in front of everyone. They didn’t need to see her like this.

“Mione, are you okay?” Ginny asked softly.

Trembling, Hermione shook her head and made to walk off. Her legs buckled and she fell but was caught by Draco. He’d sensed her breaking down and transformed. He picked her up as if she were a feather and carried her to the open chair. He made sure his cloak obscured his face should someone see him and then rocked her back and forth, uttering soothing words into her ear.

“Shhhh. It’s okay love. You did so well. It’s over. We did it. Everything will work out fine. You’ll see. It’s okay sweetheart. Just let it out and you’ll feel better.” He uttered it over and over again.

Ron’s mouth dropped open, not only at the fact that he’d been the hummingbird the entire time but also the tender display Draco was making. He was sure the git didn’t have it in him. Harry’s mouth was set in a grim line. He hated that she was so upset and he wanted to hold her like he used to but knew that Draco was the best thing for her at the moment. Ginny merely closed her eyes in sorrow. She’d seen Hermione like this only a handful of times and knew she just needed to work through it.

Hermione sobbed until she finally fell asleep from exhaustion. Draco breathed a sigh of relief that she would finally get some rest. He hated what he made her do but it had to be done. There was no way she could have taken all of those images he’s seen in that horrible muggle’s mind. It was hard for him to bare it but he had at least seen it before. He cursed himself for not doing it in the first place but he figured casting the cruciatis would be worse. At least she used her anger at the muggle to cast it.

“What happened Malfoy?” Harry whispered, not willing to wake Hermione up.

Draco closed his eyes and checked her mind to sure she was completely asleep before he spoke. Dreadful images filled his mind and he pulled out, breathing heavily. He cast a muffling charm on her so his voice wouldn’t rouse her and brought his icy grey eyes to meet the now irritated emerald ones.

“There was a person who knew too much. This person had made friends with some very unsavory characters and we had to…change his mind about his association.”

“And it was so bad she’s now passed out in your arms?” Ron asked incredulously. He was trying to behave himself, especially after seeing Draco’s display of power earlier.

“Yes,” Draco said with some finality. He did not want to rehash the night with him. It was horrifying enough the first time.

“Will she be okay?” Ginny asked, cutting off both boys.

“I think so,” Draco said slowly. “The first time is the hardest and she’s never seen anything like that before. Well, not the way we had to do it. It’ll take her a bit to get over it but I think she’ll be okay, if a little jaded.”

“What in the hell did you drag her through?” Harry growled.

“It was safe Potter. Just…a difficult experience mentally.” He said softly, rubbing his finger over her nose reverently and hiding a smile when she wrinkled her nose.

“So this is what it’s going to be like every time then?” Harry spat.

“I hope not,” Draco said, giving an involuntary shudder. “But this is war Potter. We’re not going to find rainbows and butterflies and cute little pigmy puffs.”

“I hate to see her like this,” Harry breathed.

“Me too Potter. I’d hide her far away from it all if I could, but I can’t do it without her. Besides, do you honestly think she’d let me?”

Ginny giggled. “She’d hex your bollocks off.”

“Exactly,” Draco said. “What time is it anyway?”

“It’s almost eight. Everyone will be moving around soon,” Harry said, looking around to see if there were any early risers.

“Damn,” Draco hissed. “I can’t be seen here and I can’t leave her alone. I can’t get to her room in this form either.”

“What do you mean in that form?” Ron asked dubiously.

“Use your brain weasel.”

“You’re the hummingbird,” Ron said flatly.

“Very good weasel. All I have to do is fly on up and I avoid the staircase entirely. But I can’t do that without dropping her.”

“I’ll carry her,” Ron said.

“Genius weasel,” Draco drawled. “And when you come careening back down again? No boys on the stairs, remember?”

“Oh, right,” Ron said as he turned blood red.

“Besides, I don’t think we can be apart right now.”

“Why?” Ron asked.

“It’s just a feeling.”

“Like last time?” Ginny asked, knowing he was referring to their time in front of Voldemort.

“Kind of. I don’t think we’ll be hurt necessarily but it feels like the link is weak or something,” Draco said, unable to put his finger on it. “There’s only one person that would know for sure but they’ll probably be gone for a few more hours yet.”

“Well,” Ginny said, thinking. “Harry, give us your cloak and I’ll walk them to the ROR so no one bumps into them. You can both rest until they get back.”

Harry nodded and took the cloak out of his pocket.

“Thanks Red, Potter.” Draco sighed in relief and stood up so Ginny could drape the cloak over them.

He held Hermione close to him as he cautiously followed the spunky redhead up to the ROR. When they got there, he trotted back and forth in front of the wall and kicked the door open as soon as it appeared. “Come in Red,” he hollered as he walked over and placed Hermione down on the bed, making sure to keep her hand in his. He sat down beside her tiredly as Ginny took one of the nearby chairs.

“So what happened?” She asked softly.

“One of the muggles that used to attack Melody is still on the loose. He hooked up with the Death Eaters and was going to tell them everything he knew. So, everyone distracted them while we snuck in a back room with the muggle. He’d been fed an occlumency potion and the only way around it is extreme pain which meant we had to cast an Unforgivable and legilimency at the same time.” Draco paused, thinking about the horrible moment when she pulled out and vomited.

“So you cast the Unforgivable and she entered his mind,” Ginny said, trying to draw the answer out of Draco.

“At first. The images in that muggle’s head were as bad as and sometimes worse than things I’ve seen at revels Red. It’s a wonder she didn’t go insane.” He shuddered. “So we switched.”

“I thought she couldn’t cast it?” Ginny asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

“We can share power, remember? Anyway, she drank some of my blood and was able to cast it. She didn’t want to though and I don’t blame her. The curse wears on you, all that intent and anger and of course the terrible screams of your victim. I got in and out as fast as I could but it still took a lot out of her.” He shook his head and rubbed his fingers over Hermione’s forehead to smooth the tiny wrinkle in her brows.

“No wonder she’s so shaken up,” Ginny breathed.

“Oh, it’s gets even better. We had to take his blood as payment for the vampires but I put him under the imperious first. Then I force fed him another potion and cancelled the curse. She stunned him as soon as it ended and we got the hell out of there.”

Ginny was silent for a long time, looking at the way Draco caressed Hermione’s face. She was happy they’d found each other. They were certainly good together. She noticed the strained look on Draco’s face and felt bad for him. How bad had that guy’s mind been? “Are you okay?”

Draco started and looked up. He’d forgotten she was there, so lost in his thoughts he was. “I’ll be fine. Why?”

“You don’t look so good Blondie.”

Draco half smiled. “I’ve looked a lot worse, trust me. I just hate that she had to go through that.”

Ginny gave him a soft smile and got up. “War isn’t pretty, right? I’ll leave you two now. Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll make her excuses later.”

“Hey Red?” Draco called just as she reached the door. She turned around and cocked her head. “Thanks.”

Ginny gave him a bright smile. “Anytime Blondie. Just take care of my girl.”

“Always,” Draco breathed and stayed still until she walked out. When the door shut, he stripped them both magically and climbed in bed, thankful that mental images were all they had to combat just yet.

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“Hey, wake up.”

Hermione heard a voice whisper from somewhere near her left. Her head hurt and she felt nauseous. She tried to get up but discovered that Draco’s arm was pinning her to the bed.

“Come on sweetie, rise and shine,” Melody’s voice broke in.

Hermione forced her eyes open but her vision was kind of blurry. She blinked rapidly to try and get it to clear up.

“Hey girl. How are you?” Melody asked softly.

“Why can’t I see clearly?” She moaned, rubbing her eyes and discovering that it wasn’t working.

“You took the muggle’s eyesight I’m guessing.” Hermione nodded. “It has some side effects. Don’t worry, Alex knows the counter spell.”

Alex stepped forward and placed his cold hands on Hermione’s eyes. She squeaked from the shocking cold and then settled back down. He murmured something and then rubbed gently over her eyelids. “Try them now.”

Hermione opened her eyes and yelped. “What happened to you?”

“Bellatrix thought she’d be funny and have everyone try to jump us after we left.” Melody shrugged. “You should see the other guys.”

“Merlin,” Hermione breathed. Melody was sporting two black eyes and numerous gashes that had been halfway healed. She was still covered in blood. Alex, being a vampire, showed no signs of trauma but he too was covered in blood and didn’t seem to care.

Melody laughed sadly. “Crazy bitch wanted to knife fight. It ended up with half her guts hanging out and a brand spanking new memory.” She shook her head. “Rowley is dead. You just don’t draw first blood near a vampire club. Bellatrix was at least smart enough to cast a protective shield. Wormtail scurried off like the rat he is at the first sign of resistance. Dolohov got Bellatrix out of there as soon as his memory was reprogrammed. Rogue vampires are a bitch.”

“Sounds like it,” Draco groaned and rolled over, taking his arm off of Hermione so she could sit up.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” Melody laughed. “How’s the eyes?

“Fine.” He blinked rapidly. “What time is it?”

“It’s about ten in the morning. I know you haven’t gotten much sleep but we’ve got to look at those memories and decide the next step,” Melody said. “So, get up, take a shower, put on some comfy clothes, and head on down to Sev’s chambers. We’ll look over the memories, talk strategy, and then we’re going to have to start training again. We’ve only got a little over a month until Easter holidays and we don’t know if he’ll call again so we’ve got to hit it hard again.”

She patted both their shoulders in support and she and Alex left the room. They dragged themselves out of the bed and shared a shower. Draco groaned when the hot water hit his shoulder blades. “We haven’t really done anything and it feels like I’ve been playing quidditch all day long.”

“I know what you mean,” Hermione said hoarsely.

He looked over and noticed that she was fighting back tears once again. He grabbed her in a bear hug and rubbed soothing circles on her back. “I’m proud of you ma chérie. You were brilliant.”

“I feel horrid,” She cried.

“I hate to say it but it gets easier after a while, not that you want it to but it does. Come on love, let’s wash that mane of yours.”

He backed her under the spray and wet down her hair, summoning the crystals that were still in it. He placed them on the shelf and rubbed shampoo in soothing circles on her scalp. Hermione moaned as he massaged her head and down her neck to release the kinks. Slowly working his way down her body, he kneaded her tense muscles, letting his soapy hands slide sensually across her skin. He rinsed her lovingly and then captured her lips in a tender kiss.

He trailed his lips over her cheek to her earlobe and down to the sensitive pulse in her neck. He went slowly, worshiping every inch of her body. Knowing that she needed gentle reassurance, he picked her up and knelt down on his knees, positioning her to straddle him. She was already heated up and ready so he gently slid himself inside her. Moving slow, he rocked her body over him, whispering how beautiful she was and how much he loved her and how proud he was of her. It didn’t take long for them to reach their peaks, shuddering in each other’s arms.

Hermione kissed him tenderly. “Thank you.”

“Oh no, thank you ma chére.”

They finished rinsing off and got dressed quickly. They were in Snape’s quarters in no time at all. When they walked in, their stomachs dropped. Everyone looked like utter hell. The blood had been washed away but the bruises were still there. Celeste was sporting a rather large one on her right eye that Severus was currently tending to.

“You look like you walked through a herd of pissed off centaurs,” Draco said softly.

“The centaurs would have been a better choice,” Snape muttered.

“Is your cover blown?” Hermione asked fearfully.

“Thankfully no,” Severus said, rubbing bruising paste over Celeste’s eye. “We managed to obliviate everyone of all incriminating evidence before they left. As far as they’re concerned, Bella picked a fight and lost. Vampires smelled the blood and came running.”

“That’s good,” Hermione said quietly.

“Daughter,” Snape drawled. “You did exactly what you had to do. Accept it as something that had to be done and move on.”

“But I feel so awful,” Hermione croaked.

“Because a very small part of you liked it,” Melody said softly.

“Yes,” Hermione broke. “I shouldn’t have but I saw all those awful things that he’d done and I just, couldn’t help it. I wanted to hurt him.”

Melody nodded to Draco and he wrapped her up in his arms, swaying her back and forth. “Sweetheart, it’s okay,” Melody said softly in her ear. “No one here is going to condemn you for that. It’s a perfectly natural and human response to want justice, no matter how it’s served. You wanted to see him punished. You didn’t enjoy it but a small part of you was glad that you could show him how badly he’d hurt others. There isn’t a person in this room that blames you.”

“I feel like an evil person,” Hermione’s muffled voice was quiet but easily understood.

Severus actually started laughing. “I guess that makes me the muggle Satan.”

Hermione pulled back. “You did what you had to do.”

“And you didn’t?” Snape asked, his eyebrow raised. Hermione’s mouth dropped open. “Exactly. Let’s move on shall we?”

“Oh!” Draco started and released Hermione and dug around in his cloak. “I extracted the memories so everyone could have a closer look.”

“I don’t want one,” Hermione said, her face pale.

“Of course not,” Melody said softly. “We’ll be right back.” She went and grabbed a pensieve off the shelf and dumped the memories Draco had extracted in. The adults touched a finger to the bowl and went rigid.”

“Now what do we do?” Hermione asked softly.

Draco sighed and rubbed his eyes. He felt like he’d aged a decade in the past few months. “I imagine we work on separating the senses.”

“That’s really dangerous!”

“It’s got to be done love. I don’t want you to have to feel every time I’m tortured and it certainly isn’t conducive to no one noticing our link.”

“I don’t want you to be tortured,” she said softly, her heart breaking at the thought.

Draco grinned. “It’s not really one of my favorite past times. Still, it would be nice if I knew you’d be pain free.”

“Why couldn’t you separate yourself?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Because you risk severing the link if you both separate,” Melody said, startling them both. “However, we are going to work towards that.”

“How?” Hermione asked curiously.

“The same way Draco was trained originally I’m afraid,” Melody said sadly. “I’ll leave that part to Severus because I just can’t bring myself to do it. However, we are going to do a very in depth search of your mind link to see if we can find exactly where it is.”

“How was he trained?” Hermione asked with dread.

“The quickest way to establish the disconnect is through discomfort bordering on pain,” Severus said softly. “I’m afraid there isn’t any other way. However, you have the advantage of being able to browse through Draco’s memories to speed up the process. The testing and practice however, are unavoidable.”

Hermione closed her eyes in defeat and nodded her head. “Alright. We do what we must. Now, what are we going to do about the muggle?”

“It seems that he thinks them some sort of fortune teller,” Severus said. “He’s painted Harmony as a typical seer. It was genius on her part to pretend to go into a trance. It masks the depth of her talent. Fortunately, we got to him before they made more out of it. Harmony will handle him from now on. Bellatrix, on the other hand, is going to be a force to be reckoned. She’ll petition the Dark Lord for Melody’s death as soon as she can.”

“Would he do that?” Hermione asked in alarm.

“We don’t know,” Melody said with a frown. “However, if he does, I’ll simply go on the run. It isn’t like they can sneak up on me now. The good news is that Harmony doesn’t see it happening, not that it couldn’t, but it’s a very tiny possibility.”

“Thank Merlin for small miracles,” Draco grumbled.

“There’s also the matter of Dumbledore to discuss,” Melody said. “He thinks he’s on to something, a locket of some sort that belonged to Slytherin. Now, Harmony feels that his quest for this will trigger the rest of the events, his poisoning and subsequent fake death. Sev and Draco will have to run after this. I may or may not have to. We must make sure that the bond is as settled as possible before then because that’s over 450 kilometers away and over your limit right now.”

Draco frowned. “How do we settle the bond though?”

“Well,” Melody grinned. “There is the obvious ways. Keep getting freaky and drink as much blood as possible but I really think the key is to master the mental link. Then there is the bond with Sev that has to settle. I think once we get you two settled a bit more, that link will slid into place. It’s a bit like a really fucked up building block set. Once all the links click in place, you’re good. There’s also another way to slide it in place faster.” She shoot a pointed look at Severus.

“You’re kidding,” Severus said flatly.

“Not something I would kid about Sev,” Melody reassured him. “Your magic is wild too and their magic is resisting that imbalance.”

Snape grunted and slid his eyes over to Celeste, a contemplative look on his face. She was oblivious, busily looking in the compact and wiping off excess bruising paste from her face. Melody nodded only once and then grabbed Alex’s hand and leaned back against him.

“So once the bond is set,” Draco broke in, trying to get past the awkward silence that had descended. “What happens?”

“Severus and his bonded gain the ability to heal normally without blood. Of course, blood will speed up the process like it always does but it won’t sap his magic anymore. You two gain super strength, a handy little tool if you decide to do hand to hand combat. Then your bond settling will allow you free range away from each other. It would be ideal to remain on the same continent though because the closer you are, the more powerful you’ll be.”

“That sounds great but what happens after we run?” Draco asked in frustration.

Melody sighed. “Hopefully Dumbledore will have found the locket. If not, we look for that and the cup. We do think it’s the cup right?”

Hermione nodded. “Harry was adamant about it. Riddle killed to get that cup. Why wouldn’t he make it a horcrux?”

“Makes sense,” Melody acknowledged. “So we find the cup and possibly the locket and destroy them. Then we get the snake and figure out how to send Harry to his doom and hope he comes through it okay.”

“That sounds chipper,” Draco blanched.

“It is what it is. All we can do is hope.” Melody sighed. “Now, let’s look into those minds shall we?”

Draco and Hermione sat down in a comfy chair and took a deep breath to steady their nerves. Melody sat across from them and got comfortable. When they gave her the signal, she raised her wand straighter than she ever had.

“LEGILIMENS!”

AN: Hello everyone. I wasn't sure I'd get this one here this soon or not but here it is! I think I might have pissed a good majority of you off with that last chapter. I'm sorry. :( Hopefully this one is a bit better. Men in leather pants right? (Well, not Severus but he couldn't be all sexy in front of the death eaters now could he?) As you can tell, the story is fixing to get a bit more intense. I'll be working on the Sev/Celeste story soon if everyone is still interested. As always, thank you all so much for reviewing and rating. It makes my heart skip a beat every time one comes in. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing and if you catch any mistakes. Until next time... love you guys!

*In case someone didn't get it, the song Melody sings is How Will I Know by the late Whitney Houston.
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